Resident Evil: Halloween
Hi, what's up? This is my first-ever fic! Okay, I know that it's not Halloween, or even remotely near it, but I've had this idea stuck in my head for a while. I mean, who wouldn't want all of the Resident Evil characters meeting up while dressed up in creepy, weird, and disturbing costumes? Or that could just be me.
I've added the main list of characters with their ages because I want everyone staying, well, suitable ages. I mean, can you even imagine Rebecca's age and how she would look now? Excuse me while I go barf.
Anyway, here's the list:
Chris Redfield - 26
Jill Valentine - 25
Sheva Alomar - 23
Rebecca Chambers - 18
Billy Coen - 26
Leon Scott Kennedy - 24
Claire Redfield - 21
Ada Wong… hell, I don't know how old she is. I'll leave it to you guys to decide.
Hope you guys enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Resident Evil in anyway. Wish I did, though.
Prologue
A man sat at his desk, scribbling something on a letter. He glanced up to look at his calendar, noting the date. October 23, he thought, as he sealed the letter and placed it on top of a pile containing seven other letters. Outside, the wind blew fiercely and a storm of leaves passed by his window, a few tapping the glass lightly. The man was excited for something he usually wouldn't be- Halloween. Even though he himself loved to dress up on more than one occasion, he believed costumes were works of art, reserved for theatre or the movies, not for snotty, bratty children who used costumes as a way to mooch adults out of their candy. The whole idea was simply barbaric.
It would be different, though. He couldn't wait for his party, in which he had invited eight of the most infuriating people in the world. And, they couldn't refuse his invitation; through extensive and what most people would call "stalkerish" research, he had found out what they most desired, what they most loved. He had added that as a "bribe" in each of his or her respective letters.
The man leaned back in his chair, satisfied. In a few days, he would get his revenge that he most longed for; he could almost taste it, the sweet savor of-
He suddenly leaned back too far and crashed to the floor, wincing in pain. "Aw, dammit," he whined in a high-pitched British accent, flinging out his hand. "I broke a nail…"
And that concludes the prologue! I know it was really short, but, bear with me. Hopefully, you were able to tell who the "man" is. The end sort of made it obvious. Hopefully soon, I'l be able to have the first real chapter up.
