I do not own Resident evil, people, or plots. I only thing I own is Charlie. This is based off the novel(RE: The Umbrella Conspiracy) and some/most lines are from the book. Enjoy~
Chapter 1
Charlie was sitting at her kitchen table drinking her coffee, staring off in space once again. She hadn't gotten much sleep, partly from the nightmares she's been having and partly because she was nervous.
She was going to her first day of work as an official S.T.A.R.S., special tactic and rescue squad, member. She was going to be the youngest in the alpha team, second youngest in the whole thing. She's been training for a while and was happy to be accepted.
She took another sip of coffee and looked around, the house nearly empty.
She had just moved to Raccoon City last month, but she hasn't gotten around to finishing unpacking. She had boxes everywhere and only a few pieces of furniture; couch, bed, a chair and some tables. She didn't have many things in the first place so she kept unpacking in the back of her mind until she needed something.
I need a cat or something so I can feel like a real loner.
She chuckled at her small thought and stood to her feet. She walked over to the hallway, and stopped in front of a calendar and list next to it.
There were scribbled dates on the calender all in Japanese, wanting the privacy: Thursdays grocery shopping, Sundays T.V. Programs, and Tuesdays library/study days. Next to that was a list, all written in Chinese. She skimmed over it and repeated everything in her mind.
Get books back to library, pick up new virology books, get handgun inspected, call Aniya and mom, check on Elizabeth and family.
The rest was in code after that. If she really wanted to she could have figured out the code easily, but she didn't feel the patients, or concentration for the matter, to decipher it. She felt to drained and lazy at the moment.
She walked quietly over to get her files, holster, books, and cell phone that laid on the coffee table. She woke at 5 am and was ready by 6 and was drinking her third cup of coffee until 8. She left all her things on the coffee table so she could get them and leave. Of course she didn't put them there til she woke up and she always kept those things close.
She clipped her house keys to the back of her black pants. She straightened her gray jacket that was over her black tank top. She gathered the files, and such. She walked over to the door, slipped her shoes on, and went to her Jeep, driving off to the library.
Charlie walked into the RPD knowing she was going to be late.
She was at the library reading the files. She had finished taking notes and reading early so she began reading over some books that she checked out and had soon fell asleep. Lucky for her, Linda Parks, one of the librarians and someone she grew to like, woke her up worried about her. When she looked at the time, she sped here.
She looked at her watch and turned the corner, while, also trying to remember her way to the S.T.A.R.S. office. She walked right into somebody and fell backwards, yelping slightly and dropping her books and files on the ground.
" Jesus." She sighed and hurriedly began to pick up the mess. " I'm sorry about that."
" It's fine, but are you ok?" A male's voice spoke as she saw large hands beginning to help her. " Wait, you're Charlotte Foxx, right? The rookie?"
She looked up to see a man with short, spiked, dark brown hair looking at her with brown eyes. She noticed he was wearing a green vest over a white t-shirt that had a badge on the sleeve that was a RPD S.T.A.R.S. patch.
" Yeah, I'm fine." She spoke quietly and nodded, picking the last of the papers. " And yes, I am Charlotte Foxx, but please call me Charlie."
" Charlie, huh?" Chris grinned, helping her to her feet and handing over the papers. " Interesting." He nodded to himself, as if to clarify something in his mind then held out his hand. " I'm Chris Redfield. Nice to meet you."
She stared at it and then hesitantly took it and shook. " Pleasure to meet you."
" Charlie? You're going to Alpha's briefing?"
The voice made both of them turn to see Forest Speyer, who was about a little bit taller than Chris, standing behind Chris grinning. He looked like a teenager, a rebel at that, with his long hair and tattoos. He had a boyish face and was very tan, she felt ghostly compared to him.
" Hey Forest, and yeah." She nodded. " I am part of Alpha team so I kinda have to."
He grinned, nodding in an understanding matter.
" You two know each other?" Chris questioned to Forest.
" She already met everyone in Bravo team." Forest explain, placing a hand on her shoulder. " She was originally suppose to be on Bravo, but Rebecca came and Wesker moved her to Alpha. Traitor."
" Sorry that I have no say in where I'm place." She shrugged. " I just follow orders."
" I'm just messing with you, kid." He placed a hand over her ear and loudly whispered in her ear. " And watch out for Chris."
" Hey!" Chris glared making her chuckle slightly. He changed the subject. " What's with the equipment?"
" Oh, Wesker gave Marini the go-ahead to start the search." Forest began to explain.
She began to zone out again looking down at her papers and began to reread them.
He's going in first with the rest of Bravo? I have a huge feeling somethings going to happen.
She flipped through the pages quickly and then realized they had stopped talking. She looked at Chris and Forest and saw both of them staring right at her.
" Um," she questioned nervously, " sorry, did you say something?"
" We we're just saying what a good girl you are for working so hard." Forest grinned ruffling her hair. " I'll see you guys later. I need to start the 'copter."
" See you Forest." Chris waved.
" Be careful." She spoke waving a little.
" Yeah, yeah." He began whistling and soon went out of sight.
" We should get to the office before we're late for the briefing." Chris looked over her and gave a soft smile. " Though, I think you'd be fine without it. I'll show you to the room."
She nodded and followed after him. " So they're sending Bravo team in?" She looked at him curiously.
" It seems like it." He shook his head and grinned at her. " Lucky him, he doesn't have to listen to a boring meeting."
" Truth be told, it might not always be good to go in first." She frowned to herself. " Especially when something is eating people."
" You maybe right." He nodded and tried to change the subject. " So did you just graduate college?"
" Actually, it's almost been three years." She smiled at his shocked face. " I worked over in NYPD as an investigator with my partner for two years."
" How old are you?" Chris looked her up and down still walking.
" Nineteen." She gave a soft smile, she was use to the looks and peoples reactions. It was nothing new.
" Man you must be very smart."
She shrugged. " I guess, nothing special. People wouldn't expect it since I speak in a lower vocabulary. Especially compared to my sister."
" Older?"
" Younger." They both chuckled at this.
They both stopped by the open door of, what she assumed to be, the S.T.A.R.S. office when she heard a rough male voice. She recognized it right away.
Chief Irons.
She had met him once before, she had also met Albert Wesker, Joseph Frost, and the Bravo team, and she didn't like him. She saw him as a greasy pig that was a control freak and if you didn't kiss his ass he'd throw a tantrum. She also read about him and his scam in '94. She didn't trust him nor like him, but from what she read, he had a chance of being mayor one day.
And I'm pretty sure he doesn't like you after you yelled at him.
" Charlie, something wrong?" Chris was looking down at her scrunched up face.
" Sorry, I'm not a big fan of Chief Irons." She relaxed her face. " And I don't think he's a fan of me either."
" Don't worry." Chris winked at her. " Same here."
She giggled and the both of them walked into the office.
There were two men, one she knew as Joseph, searching through papers at her and Rebecca Chamber's desk, them sharing a desk due to the small room, while talking quietly to each other. There was another man sitting in front of a main computer, a few feet away, drinking coffee. Across the room from them was Albert Wesker and chief Irons talking. Wesker was leaning back in his desk a smile on his face, though she knew he was about to die at any moment, as Irons kept talking. Wesker looked over at them and smiled wider.
" Chris, Charlotte!" Wesker sat forwards, interrupting Irons. " Good to see you guys are here. We can get started now."
" It's Charlie, sir." She faked a smile, as she hid her annoyance.
She knew Wesker purposely called her Charlotte to annoy her. She corrected him several times since they met, but he always got a big grin when he purposely called her Charlotte.
Irons glared over and frowned at them. She kept a small smile on her face as Chris kept an unreadable expression on his.
Chris walked over, to what she assumed, was his desk and placed his can of soda on the desk. She walked over to her desk and placed her papers and books on the desk. She sat down and began to read from where she left off.
" You're sending Bravo in?"
She looked up at Chris and knew what was going to happen. She was also curious in why they were sending Bravo in though, especially since it would get dark soon. She also thought it made sense cause most of the deaths occurred at night so they might get something. She looked back down and read again. She saw Irons' face getting red already.
" I gave the order, Redfield. I know you think that there's some kind of cloak-and dagger going on here, but I don't see any reason to deviate from policy."
Chris smiled. " Of course, sir. No need to explain yourself on my behalf."
" Chief Irons, if you keep this up your blood pressure will rise, which will be quiet sad if you have a heart attack." She spoke flipping the page. She looked up to see Chief Irons' glaring and Chris grinning, she smiled softly. " Just watching out for your health, sir. It's a terrible day when a hard working man, like yourself, has a heart attack from stress."
He snapped his head in the other direction and and spoke quickly to Wesker, Wesker nodding and he stormed off.
" Someone is in a bad mood." She muttered and continued to read.
"Think the chief took a shit today? Maybe we all oughtta chip in for Christmas, get him some laxatives." The big built man spoke almost right after Irons left.
Joseph and the bigger build man burst out into laughter, Chris just sat there silently.
" Hey, Charlie!" She felt a slap on her back as she yelped and dropped her book to the ground in surprise. She threw a glare at Joseph.
" Hi."She mutter and picked up her book.
" You seem annoyed." Joseph pinched her cheek as the other man chuckled. " Something wrong?"
" Why, yes there is." She gave a fake smile. " Irons gave me a head ache and an annoying grown man is pinching my cheek like a little child!" She slapped his hand away.
" By the way, who's the guy on your desk." He pointed to a picture of a man on her desk. " Your boyfriend?"
" He was." She muttered, flipping the picture down. " Why are you so nosy?
He smiled at her and patted her head. " Cause I'm curious." He, then, continued his search through the files, sitting on her desk. She looked up to see Chris sitting in his chair staring off. She knew he was worried about Bravo, most likely way worse than she was.
From what I hear, the Bravo team is way less experienced. They'll probably get killed-
A giant hand, that was placed on her right shoulder, had brought her out of her thoughts. She looked to see the bigger build man smiling down at her. He had a short reddish beard and was very muscular, guessing he lifted weights frequently.
" I don't think we were properly introduced." His deep voice cheerful and bright. " I'm Barry Burton. Glad to have you on board."
" Thanks, and its nice to meet you." She smiled. " I'm Charlie."
" Same to you." He smiled. " There's two others that you probably haven't met. Brad Vickers, a.k.a Chicken-Heart," He whispered the last part as the man named Brad waved over nervously, " and Jill Valentine, but she doesn't seem to be here."
" Thank you." She nodded.
Barry gave a smile and turned his attention to Joseph. " Any luck?"
" Are you kidding?" Joseph smirk on his young face. " It's like somebody hid the damn thing on purpose."
Barry sighed. " Maybe Jill found it last night. She was still here last night when I left..." She picked up some files.
" What are you guys looking for?" Brad asked.
She flipped a page and looked over to see him at a computer console with a headset on, monitoring the Bravo team's progress since they left. She pulled off her jacket, since it was getting to hot for it, looked down at her book and continued reading, while keeping an ear on the conversation.
" Ah, Barry claims that there are blueprints in this pile for the old Spencer estate." He answered, she shivered as she heard this.
She had heard some stories about the Spencer Estate from the neighborhood kids saying that ghost and ghouls are haunting the place now. That they were the cause of all the deaths.
Of course she didn't believe in any of that super-natural stuff, but-
What if something in that place is causing the deaths. A virus causing people to go insane and eat people-
She quietly chuckled at the thought and closed her book.
I've been reading way to many fictional novels and virus studies books.
" No it's true. Now his tortured ghost roams the estate each night, pale and emaciate, and I've heard tell that sometimes you can hear him, calling out, 'Brad Vickers... Bring me Brad Vickers."
Brad slightly flushed. " Yeah, ha ha. You're a real comedian, Frost."
" And other times he speaks, " Charlie... bring me Charlie.'" Joseph grabbed her shoulders, trying to scare her.
" I've been in there before." She smiled at him, a shock expression on his face. " I heard him. He always moaning in pain, " Joseph... oh his jokes... kill me now.'"
Barry and Brad laughed as Joseph gave a hurt expression.
" Oh, that hurt Charlie." Joseph covered his heart and acted dramatic. " Your words cut deep."
" Is that why Spencer shut it down?" Brad asked Barry, his face still red.
" I doubt it." Barry shrugged.
" Wasn't it suppose to be a guest house, or something like that, but Spencer moved his headquarters to Europe?" She asked looking over to Barry.
" Yeah." Barry nodded. " A couple million dollars down the crapper there."
" Like Umbrella would suffer." Joseph gave a scornful laugh. " Anyways, the Umbrella people told Irons that they'd sent someone out to check the place over, and that it was secure, no break-ins."
" So why look for blueprints?" Brad asked looking over to each others.
" Because it's the only place in the woods that hasn't been checked over by the police, and it's practically in the middle of the crime scenes. And because you can't always trust what people say." Chris' voice startled her and made her jump slightly.
Chris' face was intense and almost obsessive looking, nothing like when she first met him. It frightened her, but she kept her poker face on.
Brad frowned at the statement. " But if Umbrella sent somebody out..."
A cool voice from the front of the room interrupted Chris' response and brought everyone's attention to Wesker.
" All right, people. Since it seems Ms. Valentine isn't planning on joining us, why don't we get this started."
Everyone walked back to their desks, Barry looking worriedly at Chris as he sat down. She was also worried about him.
Her eyes drifted to the picture of her and her fiance, Luke. Both were smiling and sitting on a swing, her sitting on his lap. She picked up the picture frame and traced his face, her stomach turning.
You were the same way. You ended up dead because of it though. Just because you couldn't stand to see another person die without a reason and so much suspicion.
" The RPD has already established a perimeter search, spanning sectors one, four, seven, and nine. It's the central zones we're concerned with, and Bravo will set here..."
She looked up when she felt another presence at the door way. She saw a woman with short brunette hair, wearing a blue S.T.A.R.S. shirt and jeans, at the door way. She quickly walked to her desk, trying to be unnoticed from the Captain, who was pointing to a map on the wall where the bodies were found.
She looked through her notes and reread her comments on the murders and all the files she had. She zoned out again and tried to remember every single part of the case. After a few minutes she felt a few pairs of eyes staring at her.
Her eyes looked up to see Wesker looking at her impatiently, tapping his foot. Chris and Joseph looked back nervously as he walk over to her desk. He stopped and looked at her papers.
" Ms. Foxx, are we boring you with this briefing?" Wesker gave a fake smile.
"Sorry." She shook her head. " I was just trying to think over the case again."
" Well, would you like to grace us with your theory?"
" Uh, sure." She nodded, calming herself. She looked down at her notes, glancing over them, then looked up at him. " There was saliva and other tissues that wasn't able to be identified. My theory is a cult that practices cannibalism. They may have guard dogs as Jill had presented earlier."
" Cannibalism cult?" Wesker frowned. " Doesn't seem likely."
" It could. The biting points on some of the victims seem like a pattern in a cannibalism attack. There was a struggle in the process, explaining the barely noticeable cuts on the arms, and then the tearing of the throat. There's two carotid artery in the neck which is where most cannibal serial killers would aim, due to the fact they enjoy to drink the blood of their victims."
She frowned, knowing there is a part missing. " Only problem I have with this theory is there is to much blood splatter and there was no evidence of anything sexual happened to the persons which happens in most cases. Plus they usually take their victim away or at least hide them."
" Ms. Foxx, I highly doubt your theory is valid." Wesker shook his head. " Cannibalism? It's outrageous."
" I think it's quiet valid." She spoke, holding up a thick folder of papers. " These are all cases in which cannibalism was involved, which is quiet similar to our case."
Wesker took the papers and flipped through them.
" Friedrich Heinrich Karl, also know as "Fritz" Haarmann. He was believed to be responsible for 27 crimes, but found guilty for 24 crimes and executed in 1925. He was a German serial killer who raped victims after biting their necks and killing them."
" Tsutomu Miyazaki, was called the Otaki Murderer, The Little Girl Murderer, and Dracula, was a Japanese serial killer mutilated and killed four girls, he drank the blood and ate a part of the victim's hands. This was between 1988 and 1989."
" Richard Chase, Known as 'Vampire of Sacramento', he killed six people within one month. He ate their remains and drank their blood, his first murder in 1977."
She looked up frowning. " Those are only the few. People are crazy and would join something like this, especially if they have to same belief. It's like the Christian or Muslim religion for most people ... I had a case last year where there was a small group of cannibals taht were killing people in New York. The case is very similar is several provisions of a cannibal case."
" It seems like it." He nodded. " Good job. Disprove?"
She nodded. " There is somethings insurmountable-" she paused and corrected herself, " flaws to the theory. There is probably only, at most, ten cult members, but in a location like that it would be hard to hide that many people there unless there's a hide out where we couldn't see them."
" Another good point." Wesker nodded thinking silently to himself.
" Vickers here, over."
Charlie looked back at Brad who was talking quietly to the headset. Her stomach turned slightly as his face grew grave.
"...What?" Brad's voice raised and he stood up, pressing one hand to the earpiece of his head set. " Bravo team, report. Repeat, Bravo team, report!"
Wesker stood up and walked to the back of the room. " Vickers put it on 'com!"
Brad did as told and the room filled with the crackling sound of static. After Charlie strained to hear a voice for a few moments, she heard Enrico Marini's voice.
" ….You copy? Malfunction, we're going to have to..." Static drowned out the rest of his words.
Thank you for making it to the end! This fanfiction has been collecting dust in my computer for 4 years and I've been meaning to post it but to my embarrassment, I've grown shy. Haha Well, I have several chapters actually done for this story so if you like it, please review it and fav it if you want! If I get enough reviews and nice comments then I'll post more. I'll continue editing and writing if I get enough support and I grown from my shyness! Hehe. Well thanks and see you next chapter! ^_^