Disclaimer: I do not own Resident evil, or any of it's creations. Despite my wish to take over as ruler of Resident evil, I cannot. So instead, I do own my own original characters. Such as Keith, Joe, and Luke. For those who don't understand who these guys are, read my characters descriptions in my profile in order to understand. This will at times in the fanfic break off from the main game for a while, only to return to it. Resident evil is a manufacture product, created by the genius Shinji Mikima himself. I hope that this will become a successful fanfic as time goes by. Enjoy reading!!
Chapter 1: Flash backs
By: MysticGohan88.
Prologue…
***
One month after the death of Jill Valentine, BSAA HQ; 8:08 pm…
"I said no"!!
"Get back here Drew"!!
"Fuck you Chris"!!
In the lobby of the BSAA North American HQ, Keith Taylor's formerly Drew O'Connor; stormed towards the exit of the building. Keith had been through more T-Virus related incidents then anyone else he knew, and it wasn't long after the death of Jill that he wanted out!! He couldn't be fighting these monsters for the rest of his life!! He never asked for any of the powers bestowed upon him. Being involved in countless outbreaks had left him cynical and dark…
Christopher Redfield grasped him by his shoulders and growled, "Where the hell do you think your going". His bulging muscles enabled him to hold Keith from moving for a moment. However, brute strength was no match for the power of the Hunter Virus within the young man of 25. Slapping his hand of, the man returned the glare just as hard to Chris.
"I worked alongside you guys for long enough, I'm sick of this bullshit" he hissed. Looking down at the steel floor in anger, he grunted, "You have any idea of what I've been through over these years. How many bio threats I've been tossed into unwillingly".
"Some of them you went into on your own decision" Chris pointed out in annoyance.
"That's beside the point, you prick" Keith growled. Pointing at himself, he said "I'm done with working with you people, and against threats similar to Umbrella. I want to live my own life, and not the life of a warrior, constantly doing battle with the undead". When he saw Chris scoff in annoyance, he felt his blood rise in hatred.
"You don't any part of this? You hypocrite!! Why did you work for the Florida STARS branch until five years ago" Chris scoffed.
"That was only to further prepare myself for those assholes from Umbrella. I'm not fully human anymore!! Haven't been for 10 years now; so you think they wouldn't want to use me as a new specimen". Crossing his arms, he yelled, "Now that Umbrella's gone, I have no need to keep fighting with you people". Ignoring the stares for the people working in the lobby, Keith turned to leave only for Chris to grasp him by his shoulders again.
"So after everything we've gone through your just gonna walk away, you damn coward" Chris screamed. He wanted to knock some sense into this kid for being so selfish, and ignorant. Some of the rival companies of Umbrella still had his eye on him. Even with Umbrella gone, did he really think they were just gonna leave him alone?!? HA!! For a scientist POV, he was a new type of BOW, so of course they would wish to dissect him and use him for their own personal gain!!
"Your damn straight, we're through" Keith growled. Shoving past Chris, he marched towards the revolving doors.
Chris however, wasn't about to let him leave. "So, after what happened to your friends, your just gonna stop fighting for their sake. What a spineless coward". A cruel smirk etched on his lips as Keith halted in his tracks. His smirk waded slightly at the look of indescribable fury on his face.
"What did you say?" Keith shouted, daring him to repeat himself. Marching up and getting in Chris's face, despite being slightly shorter then him, he gave him light shove. "You bastard, I dare you to say that again" he yelled, clenching his knuckles.
"You heard me, or are you really that much of a dumbass" Chris grinned.
"This coming from the guy who couldn't save his girlfriend" Keith smirked, knowing the right emotional buttons to push. Seeing Chris's expression change to hatred, he smiled maliciously,
"How dare you?!?! Who do you think you are" Chris demanded pushing Keith back, close to decking him in one blow. Jill Valentine had been killed not long ago when she sacrificed herself to kill Wesker. They had gone on a mission from a reliable source of the location of the former president of Umbrella, Ozwell. E. Spencer. They arrived too late, as Wesker had already killed him, and defeated Keith in combat. Keith had heard of Spencer's location, and wanted to kill the old man for destroying his life!! Wesker was about to finish off Chris, but Jill tackled him out one of the picture windows and fell to her death, along with Wesker.
"The guy who could had maybe saved her…if she was my girlfriend anyway" chuckled Keith. What Chris said next, caused him to snap.
"Least I didn't put a bullet through my father's head".
*CRRAAACCCCKKKK*!!!!!
No words were spoke as Chris fell to the on his rear, gripping his bleeding nose. Glaring at Keith in anger, he stayed silent as Keith tried to ripe him apart!! Which he would have, had not for the timely intervention of Joseph Torres, the only other surviving camper and Keith's best friend. They had known each other ever since they we're children, and he was the only one allowed to call Keith by his real name. Holding Keith back, he shouted, "Calm down drew, and you'll kill him".
"That's the idea, I'll rip your fucking head off Redfield" Keith snarled like a wild animal. That was one of the few times where he used Chris's last name, only when he was pissed at him. Realizing he wasn't going to get to him, he stopped struggling.
"Please Drew, we could use your help, why don't you just join the BSAA" pleaded Joe. He was concerned for his friend. Ever since he developed an alternate ego ZETA from 10 years ago, he just hadn't been the same since then. Sure, Joe had been captured by Wesker and tricked into believing he was his son, but he recovered, so why not Drew?
Keith shoved Joe away from him, disgusted. "Don't touch me, like I said; I'm done". Turning to glare at Chris one last time, he snorted as he stalked out the front door. He would never become involved in another supernatural incident; never see another zombie again.
But the best part was… He would NEVER work with Chris Redfield again!!
**Fast forward two year later*
New Rockford, ND, 2008, May 12; 2:05 pm…
*Ring Ring…*
……
*Ring Ring…*
Glancing away from the TV, Keith groaned as he got up from his leather couch. He had moved back to his hometown of New Rockford about a few years ago, and finally was copping with being back in his birthplace. It had been uncomfortable going back their, but deiced that it was best to confront his fears of living alone, without his fathers support. With the money he made as a merc., he had bought himself a nice home in the suburbs, on the outskirts of town. It was a lazy Saturday with not much going on, and he hadn't received any jobs in awhile. ZETA was become restless; as he craved for action!! So he only hopped whoever was calling, had a job for him. Going into the bar/kitchen, he brushed past some old newspapers and reached for the phone.
"Hello" he grunted into the receiver in his deepened voice.
"Hello Mr. O'Connor, are you interested in some work" came a mysterious voice from the receiver.
Keith snorted in amusement. "Sorry pal, you got the wrong number," he grunted as he went to hang up.
"It's David Torres" spoke the voice.
Keith froze.
Oh yeah. Joe's father. He was one of the five surviving members of the RPD that was destroyed in Raccoon City. He joined the BSAA right when it was created in order to combat further bio threats. He was relived when his son Joe returned to him alive. That was one of the few things Keith envied Joe for. He still had a living father. He had to put his own father down when he went zombie back in Raccoon. A good man David was, at age 46 he still was an active field agent; and an excellent one to boot.
"What is it sir" Keith said, switching over to respectful. Keith got along well with Mr. Torres when he was a kid. He allowed him to try out his first gun at age 13 when his father wouldn't allow him. Also he worked alongside his own father, who was an RPD member as well.
"A situation was turned up here at the BSAA," he grimly informed. When Keith said nothing, he continued "Recently an incident has turned up in western Africa, a small village called Kijuju. We have reasons to believe that Tricell may have something to do with it. We've already sent in a small team to investigate, but recent transmissions have sent that their having difficulty. We suspect that this may be the threat of another bio terrorist threat. We'll be working alongside the West African branch of the BSAA, and we're sending in more men to assists. I know you're not affiliated with us, but we could use your help".
"Pah, why should I risk my neck for this one? Is Chris going in? Cause if he is, you can tell him to shove this right up his…" Keith started angrily.
"Yes he's going in, so is my son" David informed.
Keith halted at this. That idiot!! Why did he constantly have to run off an play hero?!? This isn't a game!! "That doesn't concern me," Keith hesitatingly stated.
"We could really use your help. I know that you told us not to contact you anymore, but I wouldn't be calling you if I didn't need to" informed David.
Keith hesitated as he glanced at an old photo by the windowsill, of him when he was a teenager. He was with all his friends…
*****
"Your so dead, dick head" mocked Joe as he pursued Drew down the side walks of Raccoon. He had a red vest over a black t-shirt, desert shorts, and brown shoes! It was a beautiful day in early June of 1997. School was out!! Complete freedom to goof off!! Life was great! Drew had taken the liberty to toss a water balloon full of paint at Joe!! It missed, but had gotten his shoes!!
"Nah Nah" shot back Drew laughing!! He was dressed in a blue t-shirt, long army shorts, and black running shoes. He loved hanging out with his friends!! It was the one of the greatest things of his life!! His friends… Rushing towards a dark alleyway, he slowed down as he allowed Joe to catch him. Which earned him a hard punch to the shoulder. "Jerk" he grunted laughing.
"You so had that one coming" Joe grinned, running a hand through his shaved hair.
"Isn't this cute," rasped a sinister voice. Looking up from hanging out, the two groaned as that idiot Riley stepped out of the shadows. Riley was a tall kid, a year older then both of them. He had clean shaved brown hair, with long grey pants, sleeveless white shirt; and a tattoo of a 9 mm on his shoulder. To girls he would be considered handsome if he weren't a prick.
"The two weaklings are playing together," he purred. Oh yeah, he was the local asshole by the way. You know, the one kid in your school who's a dick for no reason?
"Piss off Riley, we don't want trouble" Joe growled, trying to reason.
"Maybe troubles looking for you" Riley purred. Snapping his fingers, he smirked as his henchmen stepped out of the shadows. Al of them snickering and cracking their knuckles.
"Shoot, outnumbered," grunted Drew as he took a defensive position.
"I'll beat your head in before you touch them" shot a new voice. Everyone turned and stared wide eyed, as Kevin Will; the athlete, stood in the entrance. He was dressed in his red lettermen jacket, with blue jeans buzzed cut hair and an arrogant grin on his face.
"Your gonna have to deal with us too" spoke a cool collected voice. Everyone turned again, and saw another new face. Sean Rogers, the cool guy; was leaning casually against a pipe. A black dew rag hide his sandy blonde hair, and his blue eyes we're concealed by shades. A black vest, and light grey shirt concealed his upper body. Finally, a chain hung limply from his dark grey jeans.
"I think the odd's are even up now" Drew smiled, grateful for their sudden appearance. This was why he hung out with different cliques at school. All of them had your back, as long as you had theirs…
Riley took this, as no threat as he grunted, "Doesn't matter how many friends you bring, your still all going down". That out of the way, he charged the gang fist raised, his lackeys behind him…
Drew ducked under Riley's punch and countered with an uppercut. He went down in one shot. Glancing at the other's, he smirked as Kevin took out one of them with a double fisted punch. Sean ducked aside, and kicked one in the face. Whilst Joe head butted one, despite him seeing stars. That was enough for Riley's as he took off.
"Yeah you better run," shouted Kevin, rubbing his bruised shoulder. They had totaled destroyed Riley and his lackeys. They we're all bark and no bite!!
"Wow, you guys have awesome timing" Joe laughed, holding his aching jaw.
Sean smirked, despite being cool, remarked "That's what friends are for".
***
"Damnit" muttered Keith.
"What was that?" asked David.
Keith sighed; already getting the feeling he was going to regret this. "When and where" he asked.
Woo!! That was the first of many to come. I know it seems slow, but as I play the game, It will pick up. I would like to take this time to thank Air force for helping on the BETA!! He's a very successful fanfic author, and I recommend checking his stuff out!! Like I said earlier, I'm going to try and stay on track of his fanfic, whilst going off at times from the main story. Please R&R!!
