Disclaimer: I don't own anything Resident Evil, but Viktor Cornelius, his wife and daughter, and the N-Virus is mine! All mine!
Author's Note: Hi everyone! Here is the "Countdown to Freedom" sequel I said I might make. It'll be in third person rather than Steve's first person. Why? Because it's easier. Now enjoy!
'It has been eighth months since Chris and I escaped from Rockfort. I'll never forget what happened there. I can still remember everything clearly...the Ashfords, that crazy prison, and especially Steve. I still regret that I couldn't save him after he sacrificed himself to save me.
Chris has been working day and night to try to find a way to shut down Umbrella permanently. During these months the team has slowly come back together. Leon managed to bring back Sherry, who is now living with us. I also met Barry, Jill, and Jill's friend Carlos. Maybe now we have enough people to stop Umbrella for good.'
Claire shut her diary. She looked forward to going to stop Umbrella. She couldn't bear the thought of more people dying because of them. She sat up on her bed and looked around.
Chris had managed to find a nice place to live. It was temporary, of course. Umbrella was still looking for him, so it was impossible for them to stay in one place for too long. Claire was a bit disappointed; she wanted to fix up her new room. Right now it was very dull-looking. There were bare white walls with just a simple bed and dresser. Claire's stuff was all over the place, as she wasn't particularly neat.
Claire looked out the window. It was still morning. She got up and quietly went down the stairs. She knew Sherry was still sleeping and didn't want to wake her up. She had never imagined that Sherry, the little girl she found while looking for her brother, would be staying with them. Sherry was like a little sister to Claire.
She reached the bottom of the stairs and headed into the kitchen. She spotted Chris sitting at the table, eating some breakfast. He looked up at her as she entered.
"Up so soon? I figured you'd be sleeping in," he said.
"I didn't want to sleep in. Are you going anywhere today?" Claire asked.
"I'm going to see Jill today. We have a lot of things to talk about," he said.
"Oh really?" Claire said in a playful tone, "what kind of things?" Chris narrowed his eyes.
"Business," he said in a tone that meant she should drop the subject. She only smiled. Chris and Jill had been working together for a long time, and she often liked to tease him about his relationship with her.
"Do you mind watching Sherry while I'm gone?" Chris asked. Claire shook her head.
"No, of course not," she said. Chris finished his breakfast and headed toward the door to leave. He looked back at her with slight grin.
"Be good. Don't go wandering off on any wild adventures," he said. Chris disappeared out the door, leaving Claire alone.
"Don't worry, I think I'm done with adventuring," Claire said to herself before going to watch television.
~
Everything was dark to him. All he could do was hear. There were footsteps and muffled voices, but he couldn't make out what they were saying. Did he have a name? What had happened to him?
His vision hadn't improved, everything was still dark, but he was beginning to hear better.
"Oh! The specimen is finally waking up!"
"Quick! Go get Mister Wesker!"
He blocked out the noises from outside and focused on remembering. He tried remembering his name first. It seemed hazy at first, but it soon became clear.
'My...name...'
'...Steve...'
That's right. It was Steve. Bits and pieces of his memory slowly returned. He recalled pain, a dark corridor with statues, a girl...
'Claire...'
He was aware of someone beside him. He couldn't see who it was, but he felt uneasy.
"I see you've woken up," a deep voice said. Steve thought he had heard it before.
"Wherrre...am...I?" he slurred.
"I can't tell you yet. Do you remember anything?" the voice asked.
"Uhm...A little. I remember...Claire..." Steve thought hard, trying to remember. Claire and he had been trying to escape from somewhere, but he couldn't remember where they were escaping from. There was some crazy man that had tried to kill them...and a woman...
'Rockfort! That's right. I was in a prison.' Steve's thoughts were interrupted by a grunt.
"Claire. So you do remember her," he said. He didn't sound happy about it. "I bet you're probably wondering why you aren't dead," the man said.
"I was...dead?" Steve asked. He heard a small chuckle.
"Yes, some what. The T-Veronica virus in your body is what brought you back to life. We've repaired any wounds you've received, including that large fatal wound on your stomach." Steve touched his stomach. He faintly remembered being injured there, but he couldn't feel the wound now.
"Why can't I see?" he asked finally.
"Oh, don't worry about that. Your senses will slowly return," the man said. He then sighed, "You'll be fed later, get some rest," he said. Steve heard footsteps, and then the sound of a heavy door being shut. Steve decided that now would be a good time to rest, and went back to sleep.
Wesker silently walked through the quiet halls of the Cornelius residence, thinking to himself. He had just paid a visit to the now resurrected Steve Burnside. The information Mr. Burnside had given him was useless, and all he seemed to remember was what had happened before he died. Even though the boy was almost useless information-wise, Wesker wanted to see if he could train him to be a powerful, obedient weapon.
Wesker still remembered hauling his corpse onto the submarine as the Antarctic base went up in flames. The T-Veronica virus was the only reason that Steve was alive now. His team of scientists had managed to activate what little T-Veronica virus was already in him. They had taken Steve to a secret place, Viktor Cornelius's mansion. It was where all the potential experiments were placed. They had found a decent cell for Steve, far away from the other monsters.
'I bet old Viktor is turning in his grave,' Wesker smiled. Viktor Cornelius was one of the scientists that had been working for Umbrella. Cornelius had been working on a special kind of virus. He used the mansion as some sort of twisted laboratory. It reminded Wesker of the Spencer mansion. Cornelius had been a quiet individual at first, but once he got involved with the virus, he went crazy. There were horror stories about human test subjects being kidnapped and dragged into the mansion in the dead of night, and anyone who passed by the mansion could hear horrible screaming. Wesker didn't really believe those stories, though. Cornelius had been assassinated when his research had gone too far. It was becoming a threat to Umbrella, and he was killed. A shame really, Wesker was curious about what type of virus Cornelius had been developing. Now the mansion was just a storage room for monsters.
Wesker was about to head out of the mansion, when something caught his attention. At his feet there was a broken vial. Red liquid was all over the floor, and on one of the broken shards from the vial, there was a label with words scribbled in red ink.
"N-Virus."
Author's Note: Hi everyone! Here is the "Countdown to Freedom" sequel I said I might make. It'll be in third person rather than Steve's first person. Why? Because it's easier. Now enjoy!
'It has been eighth months since Chris and I escaped from Rockfort. I'll never forget what happened there. I can still remember everything clearly...the Ashfords, that crazy prison, and especially Steve. I still regret that I couldn't save him after he sacrificed himself to save me.
Chris has been working day and night to try to find a way to shut down Umbrella permanently. During these months the team has slowly come back together. Leon managed to bring back Sherry, who is now living with us. I also met Barry, Jill, and Jill's friend Carlos. Maybe now we have enough people to stop Umbrella for good.'
Claire shut her diary. She looked forward to going to stop Umbrella. She couldn't bear the thought of more people dying because of them. She sat up on her bed and looked around.
Chris had managed to find a nice place to live. It was temporary, of course. Umbrella was still looking for him, so it was impossible for them to stay in one place for too long. Claire was a bit disappointed; she wanted to fix up her new room. Right now it was very dull-looking. There were bare white walls with just a simple bed and dresser. Claire's stuff was all over the place, as she wasn't particularly neat.
Claire looked out the window. It was still morning. She got up and quietly went down the stairs. She knew Sherry was still sleeping and didn't want to wake her up. She had never imagined that Sherry, the little girl she found while looking for her brother, would be staying with them. Sherry was like a little sister to Claire.
She reached the bottom of the stairs and headed into the kitchen. She spotted Chris sitting at the table, eating some breakfast. He looked up at her as she entered.
"Up so soon? I figured you'd be sleeping in," he said.
"I didn't want to sleep in. Are you going anywhere today?" Claire asked.
"I'm going to see Jill today. We have a lot of things to talk about," he said.
"Oh really?" Claire said in a playful tone, "what kind of things?" Chris narrowed his eyes.
"Business," he said in a tone that meant she should drop the subject. She only smiled. Chris and Jill had been working together for a long time, and she often liked to tease him about his relationship with her.
"Do you mind watching Sherry while I'm gone?" Chris asked. Claire shook her head.
"No, of course not," she said. Chris finished his breakfast and headed toward the door to leave. He looked back at her with slight grin.
"Be good. Don't go wandering off on any wild adventures," he said. Chris disappeared out the door, leaving Claire alone.
"Don't worry, I think I'm done with adventuring," Claire said to herself before going to watch television.
~
Everything was dark to him. All he could do was hear. There were footsteps and muffled voices, but he couldn't make out what they were saying. Did he have a name? What had happened to him?
His vision hadn't improved, everything was still dark, but he was beginning to hear better.
"Oh! The specimen is finally waking up!"
"Quick! Go get Mister Wesker!"
He blocked out the noises from outside and focused on remembering. He tried remembering his name first. It seemed hazy at first, but it soon became clear.
'My...name...'
'...Steve...'
That's right. It was Steve. Bits and pieces of his memory slowly returned. He recalled pain, a dark corridor with statues, a girl...
'Claire...'
He was aware of someone beside him. He couldn't see who it was, but he felt uneasy.
"I see you've woken up," a deep voice said. Steve thought he had heard it before.
"Wherrre...am...I?" he slurred.
"I can't tell you yet. Do you remember anything?" the voice asked.
"Uhm...A little. I remember...Claire..." Steve thought hard, trying to remember. Claire and he had been trying to escape from somewhere, but he couldn't remember where they were escaping from. There was some crazy man that had tried to kill them...and a woman...
'Rockfort! That's right. I was in a prison.' Steve's thoughts were interrupted by a grunt.
"Claire. So you do remember her," he said. He didn't sound happy about it. "I bet you're probably wondering why you aren't dead," the man said.
"I was...dead?" Steve asked. He heard a small chuckle.
"Yes, some what. The T-Veronica virus in your body is what brought you back to life. We've repaired any wounds you've received, including that large fatal wound on your stomach." Steve touched his stomach. He faintly remembered being injured there, but he couldn't feel the wound now.
"Why can't I see?" he asked finally.
"Oh, don't worry about that. Your senses will slowly return," the man said. He then sighed, "You'll be fed later, get some rest," he said. Steve heard footsteps, and then the sound of a heavy door being shut. Steve decided that now would be a good time to rest, and went back to sleep.
Wesker silently walked through the quiet halls of the Cornelius residence, thinking to himself. He had just paid a visit to the now resurrected Steve Burnside. The information Mr. Burnside had given him was useless, and all he seemed to remember was what had happened before he died. Even though the boy was almost useless information-wise, Wesker wanted to see if he could train him to be a powerful, obedient weapon.
Wesker still remembered hauling his corpse onto the submarine as the Antarctic base went up in flames. The T-Veronica virus was the only reason that Steve was alive now. His team of scientists had managed to activate what little T-Veronica virus was already in him. They had taken Steve to a secret place, Viktor Cornelius's mansion. It was where all the potential experiments were placed. They had found a decent cell for Steve, far away from the other monsters.
'I bet old Viktor is turning in his grave,' Wesker smiled. Viktor Cornelius was one of the scientists that had been working for Umbrella. Cornelius had been working on a special kind of virus. He used the mansion as some sort of twisted laboratory. It reminded Wesker of the Spencer mansion. Cornelius had been a quiet individual at first, but once he got involved with the virus, he went crazy. There were horror stories about human test subjects being kidnapped and dragged into the mansion in the dead of night, and anyone who passed by the mansion could hear horrible screaming. Wesker didn't really believe those stories, though. Cornelius had been assassinated when his research had gone too far. It was becoming a threat to Umbrella, and he was killed. A shame really, Wesker was curious about what type of virus Cornelius had been developing. Now the mansion was just a storage room for monsters.
Wesker was about to head out of the mansion, when something caught his attention. At his feet there was a broken vial. Red liquid was all over the floor, and on one of the broken shards from the vial, there was a label with words scribbled in red ink.
"N-Virus."