Resident Evil: Umbrella Chronicles

Author's acknowledgment

First of all, I would like to apologize to the writers from for any account of plagiarism. My intent was never to copy the writings of others but to get ideas and inspirations to write my own novels. So you can consider this as my tribute to them. To the best Resident Evil authors:

Lord Leachim:- for the gripping 'Legends' series.

Hustler One:- for the 'Forever' story, one of the greatest Jill/Chris stories ever.

Bad Ass MF:- for sticking with all the official romantic relationships on Resident Evil.

Striker:- for the 'Armageddon' series and his romance tale 'Story of Us'.

Christie Redfield:- for the stories 'Snowy Weather', 'Heart of a soldier', 'My last escape' and 'After the gunfire rang out'.

And last but not least, Arithenay:- for the incredible 'Wavering' series.

Secondly, I apologize for any mistakes in scientific experiments and knowledge that I have written in this. I was only trying to write what I thought was appropriate for the scenes.

Finally, the reason I did this was because I just wanted to write my own version of my favorite game, going through the entire storyline (even the gaps in between), relationships (love or otherwise) between the characters and everything you would encounter in this game series.

If you like it, carry on reading and enjoy. If you don't, doesn't matter, you are entitled to (and I shall respect) your opinions.

Also, and this is important, I don't own Resident Evil. I am just a fan with a knack and passion for writing.

Prologue

The international pharmaceutical corporation, Umbrella. It has earned many reputations over the years; in 1970 onwards, it was well-respected and thought highly of by every living person on the globe. In 1998, it was seen as a creator of monstrous abominations, twisted scientists, horrid plagues and insatiable greed that threatened the entire human race. And now, in 2007, it has become a name to fear, a name that strikes terror to even the strongest of people. The reasons for this are horrific and insane in any proportions that humanity could ever think; it was responsible for the deaths of millions of lives, destroyed the bounds of reality and fantasy, and almost brought about the destruction of the entire human race.

This is the collection of records depicting the existence of Umbrella, its inner machinations, its rise and prosperity, its fall and its resurrection. This holds the information about the corporation responsible for the millions of deaths on our world and those who destroyed them.

These are the 'Umbrella Chronicles'.

The New Age

One

It had all started in an (as of yet) undisclosed location, during a dark era between the end of World War II and the beginning of the Cold War. In a secret lab, somewhere (we believe) in the U.S., three men, one a scientist and the other two distinguished noblemen, were conducting tests on samples of unidentified micro-organisms. The men were called Dr James Marcus, Lord Oswell E. Spencer and Lord Edward Ashford.

Dr Marcus was a distinguished micro-biologist, virologist, and chemist. He had been born some time in 1922 with a very high intellect and a dedicated resolve to his work on science and genetics. He had graduated from university 2 months before the start of WWII and had worked in the profession of medical science until 1945, when he had become friends with Lords Spencer and Ashford, and became their work colleague. His intentions in working with them was to discover something to fully dedicate his attention and intellect to work on.

Lord Edward Ashford had been born from one of the first and finest aristocratic families of the age. The Ashford family had been first recognized as one of the finest in 1840 thanks to the intelligence and beauty of their ancestor Veronica Ashford. The family line of honor and dignity had been past down through the entire family tree starting from Veronica's son, Stanley Ashford. Then, it passed to Thomas Ashford and afterwards to his twin brother Arthur. Now the responsibility rested on Edward and when he died, it would go to his son Alexander. His reasons in this work were simple, to maintain the honor, dignity and glory of the Ashford legacy.

Lord Oswell E. Spencer was the leader of the three, the business man and bureaucrat of the group. His family were one of the most distinguished in Great Britain and he was, quite possibly, the most powerful individual on the planet. His reasons were more mysterious than the others, no-one knew why he opted for this research and still no-one has ever found out.

The day had been sluggish and had yielded no results. This didn't do anything to put Spencer in a good mood. The research on these samples was to acquire an ideal micro-biological substance to focus their work. They had traveled to dozens of places throughout and found several samples of bacteria they had wanted. However, despite whatever steps they had taken to working on the samples, no results or further developments had occurred and it was eroding Spencer's patience. Quite badly.

"Why is this taking so long!?" he yelled, slamming his hands on the lab table. "I have given you all the funding you need. I have provided you with the technology you require. And I haven't received any results to pay for everything I have given to you!"

Marcus reeled back from Spencer's outburst while Edward continued to stare at something down the lens of a microscope.

"W-We just need a little more time, that's all. I-it...it doesn't take five minutes for us to find anything. Just give us more," Marcus stammered, shaking nervously.

"I have given you enough time," Spencer stated, tapping his fingers on the table. "I expect results by the end of the week."

Whatever Marcus was about to say was interrupted by Edward waving his arms, calling them over. They walked over to Edward as he looked up from the microscope.

"Look at this, look at this!!" he yelled ecstatically.

Marcus looked in first and after a few moments, he looks up and mutters something incoherent. Spencer the looks and is surprised by what he sees; the cells under the lens were modifying the human genes on the slab, the structure of the cells indicated that it was a virus, but its genetic coding was different from anything they had ever seen and it merged with the human genes, modifying and mutating them into something.

Spencer looks up, smiling and his eyes glinting with anticipation.

"Gentlemen, we have, as Neil Armstrong has said, taken one giant leap for mankind," he stated firmly.

Marcus was excited beyond belief, his hands constantly fidgeting and his feet tapping on the floor expectantly.

"I wish to continue to examine this virus, I should be able to make something new with this. I can get you the results you need!!"

Edward Ashford nods. "Yes, we can study the properties of the virus and find something that can revolutionize the methods of biological warfare."

Spencer picks up his cane and walks towards the door. He didn't need the cane, he could walk and run fine, it was just an addition to his authoritarian image amongst his group. "If that is your wish. I shall provide both of you with the money and technology you will need for your research. As for me, I best start making plans for our future. If we are to continue this research, new facilities must be built, precautions taken, new staff hired, more advanced technology needed, funding will need to be required through different methods and it MUST be kept out of public knowledge. Understood?"

Both men nodded and quickly got back to work. As Spencer walked out of the lab to the local airfield and boarded his private jet, he began to think over his plans. But he knew this was the first stepping stone to something far greater, the birth of a new power and that was this virus had brought to world. He would have to proceed carefully, this could fall into anyone else's hands. This new virus would stay with him. He had already thought of name to call this creator, to commemorate its starting of their research and the new power he would possess from it. He would call it after the very peer that brought creatures into this world, that raised to its liking and their full potential. It would accomplish just that for their research. He christened it 'The Mother Virus'...

2 years had passed from that day. But that didn't make any difference to Spencer, 1961 was just another year for him to carry on, just another new chapter started in his life. Over the years and months that had passed, he had already taken steps for their research. He had already begun to hire his own personal army and security force to maintain order and keep the work secret; he hired men and women from any of the corners of the globe, and had them trained at a secret Russian military compound owned by one of his trusted compatriots Colonel Sergei Vladmir, using its military facilities to train up soldiers that were highly-skilled, mentally capable and fiercely loyal to his commands.

He had also kept up with the progress of Edward and Marcus' research. He pulled out a manila envelope, opened it up, pulled out the file, put on his glasses and began to read; he had read the file many times over but wanted to make sure he hadn't missed anything. Apparently, Edward and Marcus had finished analyzing the properties of the 'Mother Virus' and were now seeing if they could create a successful variant of it, which would have the ability to recombine a living organism's DNA. It didn't really matter to him, just as long as he could gain something out of it.

He leaned back in his chair, his mind becoming wrapped with thought. He knew that a new, more adaptable, facility would have, no need, to be constructed but he would have to disguise it, and, of course, booby-trap it to protect it from intruders.

But how? How can I make a facility large enough to house the lab and the employees needed, and booby-trap it without anyone knowing? How?

The location would have to be secluded, somewhere they wouldn't attract unwanted attention as they started to expand on their research. Somewhere they can integrate themselves into fully in the politics, law and economy. To make the area so dependent on them that they wouldn't be suspected. Suddenly, it came to him in a flash. He would have a mansion constructed, his own personal estate, secluded from the public, equipped with all the expected luxuries yet wired with traps to catch those who should intrude. And he had selected the perfect place, in the mountains outside of his hometown, Raccoon City, in the Mid-West; in fact, it would be a good idea to have that area as the primary staging ground for the research until he was ready to expand to other areas. Plus, it would fit well with his plans of establishing an alternate identity for his work to hide its true nature, because with the money and power he had, he could embed himself in the community, making the city completely dependent upon him and pull an unfading shroud of faith over their eyes so they either wouldn't have any choice but to accept the lies or would be too far-believing to notice the truth.

He picked up the newspaper on his desk and cycled through it. He needed to find someone with the talents and availability to work on building his estate. He continued to browse through the paper, taking a brief at an article that said Raccoon City was hiring outside workers to help build the cable car and electrical systems; finally, he found what he was looking for, an article that read 'Genius George Trevor Does It Again' and talked about his accomplishments on building newly designed skyscrapers in New York. Spencer picked up the phone and dialed the number that was printed in the newspaper; the phone rang three times before someone answered.

"Hello?" asked a chirpy female voice.

"This is Lord Spencer. I have a job for Mr Trevor."

"I'm sorry. He is currently away on business for another client. Would you care to leave a message?"

"Yes. Please inform him that as soon as he's finished working for his current client that I wish for him to construct an exclusive mansion for myself in the woods outside Raccoon City. Tell him that he is to follow the western logging trail leading from the city and head to the base of the mountains. Is that clear?"

He heard the sound of a pencil writing on paper before the reply came. "Yes sir, I shall pass along the message. Good day to you, Lord Spencer."

"Good day to you as well, my dear," he replied before hanging up.

He turned to the windows in his office, gazed at the setting sun and smirked. Everything was proceeding according to his plans...

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