Disclaimer: I do not own anything concerning Resident Evil, its characters, cities, and monsters… I only own Remus and Vic...
A/N: If you want this story to make any sense to you, the readers, please go to my profile and read, in this order, Resident Evil: Desolation Infection and Resident Evil: Infection's Return then come read this. All this will make sense if you do!! Danke!!
October 1st, Raccoon City, Early Morning, 1998
Remus lurched to the ground as Leon fell from his shoulder. Remus rolled over onto his back and clutched the slender piece of metal as he groaned in pain. "Damn…That hurts…" He gasped out. "Remy!! Oh no…Not again…Please stay awake!!" Vic said holding his hand. "Cousin Remy…Are you going to be alright?" Sherry asked, worried as she saw blood gush from the stomach wound.
"Yeah, I'll…I'll be fine…" Remus gasped out. "Hey, Vic? Do I…Get a good-bye kiss before you leave?" Vic shook her head and smiled, "Yeah, You do deserve one don't you?" She leaned down and kissed him. Remus ran his hand through her hair, thankfully not snagging any with his claws. She pulled back and Remus gave her a large grin, "Ah, my first kiss…I hope it's not…The last one I get," He said, as he coughed.
"No, you dunce, it's not the last one you get," Vic said, brushing his hair back from his sweat dampened face. "Good, I…Intend to get more…" Remus said, as he took a deep breath and coughed again, blood started to foam at the corners of his mouth.
"Claire, wake Leon…And leave…I don't think…I'll be moving too much for a while," Remus said. "We're not going to leave you behind, Remus!!" Claire said, looking down at him. Remus smiled, "I'll…Be back…I just need a little rest…I'll be behind you…This won't kill me, I'll heal," He said as he took a breath and tugged at the metal bar.
It came loose enough so he could breathe better. "See? I'm healing already…Just go, I'll be behind you. Don't wait up…This might be a while," He said as they nodded. Leon had woken up slightly and moaned. "Sleeping Beauty is awake? I'm…Shocked," Remus said, smirking. "Fuck you…Man, this is the worst hang-over I ever had…" Leon mumbled as he stood.
"Let's go, we'll wait for you, Remus…" Claire said as they began to walk to the outside of the tunnel. When they were out of sight, his hands fell limply at his sides. He was exhausted and he felt horrible for lying to them. "Well…Maybe I can stay dead this time…" Remus muttered as his vision began to fog. "Die again? No, no, no that will simply not do," A man's deep voice said nearby.
Remus opened his eyes blearily as he looked up. He saw a man dressed in black with blonde hair and sunglasses. "Who…Are you?" Remus said, his voice leaving him. "I am a friend. You may call me Albert Wesker," The man, Wesker, said as he walked over to where Remus lay. "So, I see you have been infected with the G-Virus 001. I thought Birkin made only one…"
"He…Made two…I was given the second…" Remus said, blood gushed from his mouth. Wesker looked down at him then looked at the metal sticking out of Remus' stomach. He leaned forward; his gloved hand wrapped around the metal and pulled it free with ease. Remus gritted his teeth in pain as blood gushed forward again. He felt his skin knitting back together and the bleeding ebbed.
Wesker smirked, "I have a deal for you, Remus Jack Birkin. You can stay here and let the U.S. government find you and experiment on your…Unique body. Or, you can come work for me. You will be paid and you will be safe. So long as you are loyal that is."
Remus looked at the man in black and began to think. There was a high chance the U.S. would pick and prod him because of the two viruses in his blood stream or work for Wesker and not get stabbed with needles and probably live to see the day. He hoped Vic, Leon, Claire, Sherry and Ada…Wait…Where was Ada? "Where's Ada Wong? Where did she go…?" Remus gritted as he sat up, clutching the wound in his stomach. "She works for me. She is safe, so have no fears," Wesker said stepping back to give him room.
"Tch, I knew she wasn't telling the truth…Alright, Albert Wesker…You have yourself a new recruit. When do I start?" Remus said, standing up. "Right now," Wesker said, and shook Remus' hand when he stuck it out.
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That was the day I sold my soul to the Devil himself, all dressed in black. Now, for a small time skip, two months later. It was in the Antarctic Base and on a small island called Rockford, that's what I figured out at least. All I know for certain was that it was cold and lonely. But yes, Claire and some young boy named Steve, who as it turned out was later infected with the T-Veronica Virus. Thankfully the virus didn't make zombies, just murderous monsters, nothing I can't handle anyway. But yes, two months later…
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December 27th--28th, 1998
Deep in the confines of the building a young man with slick black hair smirked. His handsome, though slightly narrow, face was splattered with blood as he typed in the commands into the computer. "Now, just flick the channels and here we—Aw fuck…" The man cursed as he looked around thinking quickly.
Albert Wesker had Chris Redfield by the throat choking the life out of the younger. If Remus didn't do anything then Claire's brother would die. He snarled angrily, he didn't want to betray Wesker, but he had to, just this once. He pressed a large blue button and his ears perked up. He heard singing, soft seraphic singing that soothed the soul.
Remus looked back towards the screen that depicted Wesker and Chris. Wesker's attention was turned elsewhere, towards the singing. Remus crowed in delight, now all he had to do was, he found another button that said, Play. "Sure, why not?" He muttered and pressed it. A woman's laugh was heard and her face came on the screen. Wesker dropped Chris, the older Redfield slid down the wall, breathing heavily as he shakily stood up.
Wesker said something and left Chris to fight some of the test tube mutants. Remus sighed; he saved Claire's brother from eminent death, for now at least. The young man was indeed danger prone. He just had to play a few cards here and there to get the Redfield siblings together again. Sounded easy enough. "Birkin!!" A deep male voice barked over the comm-link.
"Yes, sir?" Heavens above, Remus was glad he could keep his voice from sounding to guilty.
"Did you find a sample of the T-Veronica Virus?"
"No, sir. Sadly, I believe that there were only three human subjects who were infected. Those being Alexia Ashford, her father who is now deceased, and then a young man named Steve Burnside," Remus trailed off, thinking to himself. Would this new virus progress his study in finding a cure to reverse the mutations in his left arm? Hopefully…
"I want you to find the boy, Burnside you said his name was, and bring him to the sub. I will deal with Alexia," Wesker growled out the last bit, his voice loosing some of the strict control he usually kept. "Yes, sir, I understand. I will see you then," Remus said as he clicked the link off. He let out a steady breath and looked back at the monitors.
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Claire ran, looking over her shoulder and saw Steve was still after her. No, it wasn't Steve anymore. He was changed by the T-Veronica Virus, turning him into a hulking creature twisted by the virus. Claire gasped as she felt herself lose her footing; she stumbled but got up just in time to avoid an axe cutting her in half.
She saw the gate in front of her and she tried to run faster. It started to close as she neared it; she flinched as she heard a suit of armor being crushed by the axe Steve wielded. She ducked and rolled just as the gate slammed shut. Steve slammed the axe into the bars over and over, trying to get to her.
Claire felt tears rise in her eyes as she huddled in the corner. "Steve…" Her broken tearful whisper broke through the loud din of the axe.
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"Turned that favor in, Claire, my hands are clean of the debt I owe you," Remus said as he watched the monitors. Claire was crying as she stood up and took one last look at Steve's prone body, before running off to find her brother and get away from this hell.
Remus sighed again, rubbing at his face, he was tired but he had to help the boy. For Claire's sake at least. He sighed deeply, sometimes he hated that he had a soft spot for someone else other then Vic. He knew Wesker and Chris would make Alexia pay for mortally wounding the boy. He turned back from the computers and their monitors and left the room. The door hissed quietly behind him.
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"Why does he have to be naked?! Why couldn't he do what the Hulk did and buy spandex shorts or something?!" Remus huffed as he shifted the naked body on his back and felt his eye twitch when he felt something melding into his back. "Oh fuck this…" He bit out as he laid Steve on the ground and took off his knee length jacket and wrapped the boy's body up.
"Better, now…How to carry you without that falling off…?" Remus thought as rubbed his face. He heard a moaning come from behind him and he turned and gave an exaggerated sigh. There were eight zombies stumbling over towards them. "Oh fuck me…" Remus growled out as he drew out his gun. He had just bought it and its heavy weight was reassuring. "Zombies, meet the .457 Wildey Hunting Magnum, Wildey meet your dinner," He snarked as he squeezed the trigger. The 18 inch barrel made the bullet come out with precise accuracy and hit the middle zombie.
Blood flew everywhere from the force of the shot. Remus shivered slightly as his eyes closed in bliss. The smell of gunpowder combined with the metallic smell of blood, made him grin. "Fuck yeah!! Shot two!! Three, four, five, six, seven!!" He cackled at the bullets ripped into the zombies. He took a deep breath but a laugh broke through. "Fun's over…Need to get back to work…" He muttered as he picked Steve up again, this time bridal style.
"Time to go to your new home, kid," Remus said as he stepped over the bodied bodies and felt his boot crush the skull of one. "Gross, just gross…" He mumbled as he made his way to the sub. The place was going to blow and he didn't feel like dying, not that day anyway.
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So, that's how we got the kid. The only survivor of the T-Veronica Virus. He's currently in a stasis chamber, or otherwise chilled out. Wesker and I figured if Alexia could let the virus bond with her, we could do the same with Burnside. So here I am, recounting my memories in a stasis tube. It isn't the most entertaining thing in the world but hell, it something. But, I'm going to lay off the memories for a while.
I just got back from a mission; I'm heavily wounded from what Saddler did to me, I'm stuck in a stasis tube healing and I'm talking, ah well, thinking to myself, and well…Let's just say I'm dead on my feet. Er, well, as dead as one can be with a virus anyway or in a stasis tube…So, talk to myself later then. Ciao.
A/N: Well, here's chapter two…I had split the first chapter in half because it was over 5k of words…-cough- Well, just be glad I had this pre-written…Or it would've never gotten written for a long while!! '' I'm using a different 'style' of writing then what I usually do…Sorry if it confuses you a bit…If you haven't thought about it, or you already did…I added the dates to give you some idea of when all this happened, so ja. It's all good!! Er…Well, I hope…Also if you haven't thought about it either, the first person view is in present time. To be precise 2004, the year RE4 happens…So ja…
Read and review. Danke!!
