Disclaimer: I do not own Resident Evil or AVP.
Prologue
On a tropical island in the deepest parts of the Pacific Ocean, a high-security facility is lit with activity. Guards patrol the outside, making sure no unauthorized trespassers can get through to the laboratory or get off the island alive. On various parts of the facility and on the scientists' identification cards was an octagonal icon and underneath it were two words: Umbrella Corp.
Night has fallen and the scientists within the laboratory scurry excitedly around a semi-decomposed black creature lying dead on the operating table in the center of the room. Its long skeletal tail hung over the table and continued down onto the floor; a couple of scientists almost trip over it unnoticeably while working. Tanks of a green liquid stood vacantly around it with clear plastic tubes transferring the glasslike liquid into the creature's body. Various wires connected parts of its body to computers around the table, monitoring heart rate, brain activity, and muscle contraction. Since the creature is dead, the heart rate monitor beeps monotonously while processing an ongoing flat line on its screen. The brain activity monitor displays a colorless outline of the creature's brain, indicating absolutely no brain activity.
"How much is being pumped into it?" inquired one scientist.
"About 100 milliliters per second, Doctor Stone," replied another.
"Increase the dosage to 500," responded Stone. "And if nothing happens after fifteen minutes, increase it to 1000. Keep increasing until you get something; I want to see mountains swimming on this heart monitor."
"Yes sir," replied the second scientist.
With that, Stone strolls anxiously towards the laboratory entrance. He takes his identification card and slides it into the card slot on the panel integrated into the door's right wall. In seconds, the glowing red light on the panel switches to green and the titanium metal door slides open. After he steps through the door, the wall of metal slides back into place, closing the entrance to the laboratory. Stressed and tired, Stone brushes some of his brown hair out of his face and adjusts his glasses. He checks his watch and notes that it was almost midnight. Stone sighs and heads down the long metal-walled hall to the cafeteria. There, he pours himself a fresh cup of hot coffee and buys a quaint little sandwich pack from the cool lunch vending machine. He sits down at one of many of the round cafeteria tables and takes a bite out of one of the three sandwiches.
"Ah, food," he sighs satisfied as he chews the morsel of bread, ham, tomato, and lettuce, even though he knew he disliked tomatoes.
Stone had been working almost nonstop since he brought the black creature from the mainland of the United States. He rarely took a break since then and had skipped eating breakfast, lunch, and dinner continuously. So being hungry as he was, he didn't mind the flavor of tomatoes entering his esophagus.
As he ate, Stone scans the cafeteria to find several scientists taking a break from their weary work. Taking a sip of coffee, he reflects back on how he first acquired the strange black creature.
Previously, Stone worked as a biologist underground in Area 51 in Nevada. The black creature was discovered in the Rocky Mountains by a hiking couple on vacation. Naturally, the animal was immediately acquired by an unknown organization before it made headline news. The creature was then sent down to Area 51 for examination and autopsy, to which Stone was more than eager to perform.
Upon receiving the corpse, it was more than evident to Stone that the creature was not an Earth species. Its strange and unique skeletal structure as well as the formation of its muscle and unnaturally long tail indicated it was an extraterrestrial. With further examination, Stone concluded that the creature was killed by a sharp, long object that ran straight through its chest and out its back. When analyzing photos that were taken in the area the creature was found, Stone discovered numerous charred spots on the trees, most likely made by a thermal energy substance at high propulsion. Apparently something fought and killed this creature. The question was: what was it?
Stone felt that he would better understand this creature if he could just analyze its behavior. It was quite a shame that it was dead. That was, until a representative from the Umbrella Corporation met with Stone to propose the possibility that the creature can indeed be brought back to life. Skeptical but curious, Stone accepted the representative's offer and was brought to the uncharted island.
And now, here Stone was, two weeks later with no progress on the black creature. He sighs, exasperated, and finishes the last of his sandwiches. He looks down at his watch. Ten past midnight.
What is that stuff that's pumping into the creature? Stone wonders. The Umbrella Corp people never really clarified what it was. Whatever it is, it'd better work like they'd told me it would.
Suddenly, the PA system came on and the second scientist's voice was heard through it.
"Doctor Stone," he said. "We need you in the laboratory. You won't believe it."
With eyes wide open, Stone races out of the cafeteria and nervously slides his identification card into the panel to enter the laboratory. Sure enough, there on the heart monitor was a steady beeping of vertical green zigzags interrupting the line every three inches. With it, Stone's own heart beats even faster from the excitement of a breakthrough.
"It's alive," he exclaims in a low voice. "By God, it's alive."
Stone walks closer to the creature in amazement. At long last, he would finally prove to the world that life forms exist on planets other than Earth, that Earthlings were indeed not alone in the universe.
"I see you've succeeded."
Stone turns around and looks up at the viewing area to see a man in a black suit. His blonde hair was brushed neatly to one side and his striking blue eyes gave him a strange sort of power to see right through people while sending chills down their spines.
"Good work Doctor Stone," said the man. "Now we begin Phase 2 of Project Resurrection."
"Yes sir, Mr. Peyton," replied a scientist as the other scientists proceed to the surrounding computers.
"Project Resurrection?" exclaim Doctor Stone in utter confusion. "Phase 2? What's going on here?"
Unknowingly, the creature behind Stone began moving its long skeletal fingers.
"It would seem that you are no longer needed, Doctor Stone," said Peyton as he reaches into the inside pocket of his jacket. "Your job here is done."
As soon as Peyton whips out his handgun, the creature shrieked a blood-curdling screech and leaps up towards the man.
"What is this!" he screams out as the creature opens its jaws wide and devours his face.
Instantly, guards enter the laboratory and began firing at the creature which hisses in response. During the commotion, Stone escapes the laboratory and runs out into the long hallway towards the entrance of the facility. All of a sudden, he hears an echoing of shrieks just like the creature he found and sees a group of them approach him from around a corner. Just like the creature he found, these were black, skeletal, and semi-decomposed with almost the same body structure.
"What the hell are these?" exclaims Stone as he turns the other way and runs.
He could hear the creatures screeching behind him as they ran towards him. He spots an open door and slips through it, closing the steel wall behind him. On the other side, he could hear the creatures claw at the door, eager to get at him and tear him to pieces.
Meanwhile, in a secret laboratory further underground the facility, a huge black creature with a hard imperial crest floats dormantly in a large tank full of alcohol. Clear plastic tubes run the glassy green substance from the surrounding drums into the creature's body. At the sound of slightly audible shrieks from above, the creature stirs and slides its head out of its shell-like head crest. Its jaws open up to reveal a series of sharp teeth as it scans its surrounding.
All around the tank were several other tanks containing egg-like objects also floating in alcohol. One by one, they each began opening up…