Yay, this is next on the revision chopping block. Also for those wonder, it says Albert Wesker & Yoko Suzuki because I did it to include characters A-Z. No pairing of that sort. Anyway, enjoy and remember the disclaimer. CAPCOM owns Resident Evil, Mercs is owned by whoever and so on and so forth.
Chris: " Ow, what the hell is going on? Why am I not on the bus?"
Me: " I gave you a slight reprieve from that bus of insanity."
Chris: " Oh. Thanks. I guess."
Me: " No problem. Anyways, how have your adventures gone thus far?"
Chris: " Eh, could've been worse. I heard about what happened to Wesker. Must've hurt."
Me: " Yeah. He insulted me and the readers. So I re-educated him." -leans on bat-
Chris: " I see. Well, lets enjoy, shall we."
Me: " Chris, that's the smartest thing I think I've ever heard you say. On with the chapter!"
Chapter 2: Did not see that coming.
" I can't believe this." Wesker muttered under his breath, low enough for no one to hear. After letting Kevin take the wheel, Wesker hoped he could get a bit of rest. Unfortunately, Enrico was sitting next to him, writing down new ways to kill Lieutenant Coen. He'd hoped Rebecca could've used another tranquilizer, but the chemical make up of the tranq becomes poisonous if too much is taken.
" See here. I'll hang him over a large fire, belly down as his skin slowly falls off his bones." Enrico beamed with delight. He went back to writing down more ways to torture his 'nemesis' as Wesker moved out of the seat, walking up to the second floor. He saw Rebecca, Billy and Kenneth talking while lounging on some of the seats.
" How are you doing, Coen?" Wesker asked.
" Ok, having people to talk to is nice. Though that Enrico guy is still pissing me off." Billy responded, popping a kink out of his neck.
" Why did you sneak aboard our bus?" Kenneth asked, playing around with his handgun.
" I overheard the lot of you being sent to Japan, and since the bastard who framed me is currently living there, I decided to sneak aboard to catch a ride there. I could find the son of a bitch, prove my innocence and get wasted in peace." Billy said, laying back in his seat. Kenneth saw Wesker walk towards the door, going back down while slamming the door behind him. Kenneth, startled by the noise, accidentally fired his weapon through the window above Billy, showering him in glass. Rebecca went over to check his wounds as Enrico barged in, gun at the ready.
" What happened? Was it Coen, did you see him?" Enrico asked, jumpy.
" Uh. . . Yeah. I thought I saw Coen. It turns out it was just a trick of the light. We'll keep an eye out for him, sir." Kenneth said with a salute. Enrico nodded and walked back down to the first floor.
" Better be careful from now on, don't want to give Enrico any reasons to come up here." Rebecca said, treating Billy's wounds caused by the glass shards. As the remnants of light faded, Wesker noticed something in a nearby bush and had Kevin stop the bus. Wesker walked out, gun drawn, to investigate. He saw the bushes move, and saw a grenade roll out onto the street.
" Fuck!" Wesker yelled as he ran back onto the bus. The grenade then began spewing red smoke, subsiding moments later. Wesker reluctantly stepped off the bus again, seeing the bushes rustle again. This time a boy around 12 came out of the bushes, spitting blood onto the pavement. Wesker walked closer with his weapon ready as the boy pulled out an AK-74M, stock folded, aiming the weapon at Wesker.
" Who are you, boy." Wesker commanded.
" Name's Dante, what about you, old man." Dante said, unfaltering.
" Albert Wesker, captain of the RPD S.T.A.R.S unit." Wesker replied. The boy lowered his weapon, placing it on his back.
" Now that the introductions are out of the way, could I hitch a ride with you guys to Japan?" Dante said. Wesker only gave him a strange look.
" You do realize that Japan is under siege by an as of yet unknown entity or entities, do you?" Wesker asked.
" Yeah, but I've always wanted to check out Japan, and whatever's attacking won't be able to stand up to me." Dante said, walking onto the bus.
" Hey, I didn't say you could get on." Wesker snapped.
" Doesn't matter, I'm coming and there's no arguing the matter." Dante said, sitting in one of the seats in the back.
" Kevin, get this thing moving and find us a place to stay the night." Wesker said. About an hour later, Kevin stopped the bus in the parking lot of a motel, purchasing four rooms. Jill and Rebecca took one of the smaller rooms, Chris, Billy, Joseph, Forest and Kenneth took one of the larger rooms. Wesker bunked with Edward, Kevin and, reluctantly, Brad. The final room had Barry, Enrico, Richard and Dante. When Chris left the room he was in to go to the bathroom, he noticed Dante sleeping in one of the tree branches of a large oak tree near the parking lot.
" Hey Dante what're you..." Chris started as he tripped on a tree root, making him fall into the tree, shaking it violently.
" Dammit Chris, what the hell are you doing?" Dante asked.
" I was wondering why you were up in the tree." Chris responded.
" Oh, that was because Barry was snoring too loudly, Enrico was muttering in his sleep new ways to torture Billy, and Richard seemed to be having a nightmare about being eaten by snakes and sharks." Dante said.
" Makes sense. Well I'll let you get back to sleep." Chris said. As he walked back into his room, he barely dodged a dart thrown at the dart board on the other side.
" It'd be nice of you idiots to not throw those things when someone walks through the door!" Chris yelled. They saw a boot fly from the doorway, hitting him straight in the back of the head. Seconds later Wesker walked through the door, grabbing the boot on the floor.
" Get him up, and get some sleep. We leave at 9:00am. Sharp." Wesker said, walking back to his room after slamming the door. The next morning everyone piled onto the bus, followed by Chris who was holding his head where Wesker struck him with his steel toed boot.
" Our first stop is Chicago to stock up on supplies. We can't be sure if there are more people like Ronald trying to stop us from saving Japan." Wesker said, racking the slide of his handgun. The bus stopped in the middle of a parking lot, running over Justin Bieber and a group of his fangirls on the way in.
" Enrico, take Kenneth, Forest and Edward and look around for a grocery store and an auto parts store. Chris, you, me and Jill will look around for a local gunshop for more supplies. Barry, you, Dante, Joseph, and Kevin go to the mall to look for anything else we may need. Rebecca, Richard and Brad will stay here." Wesker said, as the officers and 12 year old boy went with their respective groups to their destinations.
" Billy, come on down. Enrico's gone." Rebecca said, seconds later hearing the door to the 2nd floor of the bus open and shut.
" Thank god. I thought he was never gonna leave." Billy said, giving a quick glance out the window before starting to talk.
Castle such and such:
" Alfred, enough. You're giving me a headache." Alexia Ashford said. After, reluctantly, agreeing to join an anonymous person for a conference, she'd had to deal with the others in attendance, James Marcus, Sergei Vladimir, Osmund Saddler, Morpheus Duvall, Nikolai Ginovaef, Excella Gionne and Vincent Goldman. After 3 days of waiting around in a dimly lit conference room, she was close to loosing her patience, skillfully built up over the last 15 years in cryostasis. Suddenly, the door opened, revealing a large silhouette of a man towering in the doorway. The lights finally flickered on, revealing a sickly looking man in a night robe in a wheelchair attached to various machines that were barely keeping him alive.
" Hold on a minute. I wait three days. THREE DAYS!, and this is what we are rewarded for our patience? A man who's barely alive and escorted by a lowly thug?" Alexia said.
" Desmond, restrain her." Spencer said.
" As you wish, master." The man named Desmond said with a Russian accent. He began to walk towards Alexia, disappearing before reappearing behind her in an instant, forcefully grabbed her by her jewel encrusted choker before dropping her back into her seat.
" Thank you. Now, I apologize for my absence, but now we can get to business. I called you all here because you are the greatest assets to my company, Umbrella Incorporated. As you know, strange beings have begun to attack the citizens of Japan. These beings are called Espers. They're being controlled by the follower an ancient Japanese Emperor who was by an opponent to his rule. In ancient legend, Ashikaga Yoshisado was a samurai of honor, who was widely thought to have died in battle protecting his Emperor. He, however, protected the man only to one day try to eliminate him and take the throne for himself. He, in truth, turned to Japanese black magic to aid him in his struggle, but the act ended up robbing him of his humanity. He became a demonic entity, taking on the name of Senshi sagi no, or Warrior of Deception. He was eventually defeated and sealed away by a famous samurai who entrapped him in a Jade Statue of his former Emperor. The dark samurai could only be released by the blood of a virgin woman. Six days ago, a woman working at a museum in Hokkaido was shot to death by a man trying to steal artifacts from the exhibits. The woman's blood touched the statue, allowing Ashikaga to return to the mortal realm. He plans to first reclaim Japan, then conquer the rest of the world. His knowledge of the black arts have discovered a way to become immortal, as well as gaining near god-like powers. I want to obtain these powers to regain my youth and continue to terrorize American hippies for many thousands of years to come. Your parts in this are to aid me in discovering this secret and eliminating this man. When we succeed, I will allow all of you to discover this secret and join me in my utopia." Spencer said.
" Is it certain that this Ashikaga knows the secret?" Alexia asked.
" I am certain. We will need to utilize every one of our resources in order to realize this goal. It will take the combined forces of Umbrella, TriCell and the Los Illuminados. Do we have an agreement?"
" You have mine and my brother's support." Alexia said, smirking.
" The Los Illuminados will gladly aid you in your cause, Mr Spencer." Saddler replied, tightening and loosening his grip on his ceremonial staff.
" TriCell will provide the supplies you need, at a reasonable price." Excella said.
" Your loyal employees will assist you, Lord Spencer." Sergei said, as he and the other Umbrella employees gave the sickly man a salute.
" Good. Alexia, have you brother mobilize his forces to stop anyone from trying to enter Japan. I also want some of your more competent forces to combat these individuals." Spencer said, having Desmond lower a screen, showing the pictures of the S.T.A.R.S members and Leon's group.
" They've been mobilized to help in the protection of Japan. Do not let them leave the country. I would also like to point out this one in particular." Spencer said, the screen now showing a boy holding an AK-74M and an Ice Cream cone standing in front of a bullet ridden Ice Cream truck.
" He's known only as Dante. I want him brought to me, alive."
" Lord Spencer, I suggest we gather more allies to further assist us in our goal. The more help we have in this, the better." Alexia said.
" An excellent point you have there, Alexia. I shall leave that to you. Make yourselves at home. All I ask is that you do not try to enter any rooms in the basement without Desmond or another of my personal staff accompanying you." Spencer said as Desmond opened the door to allow him to leave the room.
Chicago, Illinois – Office Building:
" Uh, my head. What the hell happened here." The man said, dusting off his green hoodie as he got to his feet. He started to look around, noticing the bullet ridden bodies and discarded shell casings. He grabbed one of the weapons on the floor, an H&K USP, and placed it into his left pocket. He walked through a door, seeing more bodies laying on the staircase. He walked down, stepping over the bodies, and walked out the front door, covered with police tape. Before the man could decide what to do next, two children, a boy and girl, got out of a nearby mini-van, running over to the confused man.
" Ark, your back!" The kids called, hugging him.
" Ark? Who's that?" The man asked.
" You must've hit your head again. Your name's Ark. Ark Thompson." the boy said.
" Can you remember anything? I'm Lily. This is my brother, Lott." Lily said.
" Ark? I think I remember. I keep thinking about a place called Japan though." Ark said, scratching his head.
" Japan? It's an Island country far to the West. You kept talking about it before we got here." Lott said.
" Maybe we should go, relax a bit. Maybe it'll help me remember what I was doing."
" Sounds like a good idea." Lily said as the three went to the van. Before they left, a man with dirty blonde hair wearing a navy blue T-shirt and jeans and an Asian woman wearing a white T-shirt with black jeans walked up to them.
" Hey, I couldn't help but overhear that you were heading to Japan. I was wondering if you could let us join you guys." The man said, absentmindedly rubbing his stubble.
" Sure, why not." Ark said.
" Thanks. The name's Bruce. Bruce McGivern. This here's my girlfriend, Fong Ling."
" Don't mention it. My name's Ark. These are. . . ." Ark started, forgetting the names of the children.
" Lily and Lott. He's a little tired. Had to work late." Lott said, covering for the fact that he was once again amnesic.
" Lets go." Ark said, slamming his foot down on the gas, sending the van careening down the road, blatantly ignoring the speed limit of 55 mile per hour.
Leon & Company:
" Finally. We've made it. Chicago." Leon said.
" I heard the hobos are viscous around these parts." Steve said, mostly healed after his beating at the hands of an irate Leon. That was the first thing he'd said since they'd started walking. Leon decided to pass the time by listening to an MP3 player. They walked down the sidewalk, going into a nearby convenience store, seeing a man in a black cloak with a purple cloth covering his nose and mouth.
" Greetings, strangers. What're you buying?" the clerk asked.
" Two six packs of mountain dew, and 4 large bags of peanut butter M&M's." Leon said. He took out his wallet, tossed the clerk a small wad of bills, then grabbed the food items.
" Heh heh, come back any time." The clerk said with a raspy laugh. They quickly walked back outside, enjoying some of the snacks they'd purchased. They then noticed a kid about twelve walking down the road, wearing a black trench coat with a bag of weapons on his back. Before they could brush it off, a group of people in leather jackets came out the alleyway he'd just passed, holding chains, lead pipes, beer bottles, switchblades and even revolvers.
" Hey kid, come here. Don't you know it's dangerous to be out alone. Come with us. We'll get you home. The leader said, holding a snub nose Colt Python.
" Buzz off, ya stupid prick." the boy retorted, continuing to walk down the street.
" Why you little punk!" One of the other thugs yelled, swinging his chain at him. The boy held up his arm, having the chain wrap around it.
" Gotcha!" The thug said, pulling on the chain. The boy sighed, and yanked the chain, pulling the man from his spot through the air next to him, punching him in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him.
" Get him boys." The leader yelled, cocking back the hammer on his revolver. The kid pulled a pair of Colt .45s from inside his trench coat, shooting two of the gun wielding thugs. He kicked another in the face before shooting one with a switchblade in the foot. He put his guns away, tripping one of the many thugs into a wall.
" I think he might need help." Claire said.
" I dunno, he seems to be handling everything pretty well himself."
" Leon." Claire responded sternly.
" Fine." Leon said, taking out his custom handgun the Silver Ghost. Ada and Claire drew Browning Hi-Power's and Steve wielded akimbo lugers. They shot down the small group of thugs, making those who survived the attack run in fear.
" You ok, kid?" Leon asked.
" Yeah." The kid replied, reloading his colts.
" What's your name?" Claire asked.
" Dante."
" I think I might've heard that name before." Ada said, pondering.
" Dunno." Dante replied.
" What're you doing out here?" Steve asked.
" Well, I was with some friends and we were heading to the mall to gather some supplies. Some idiot in a mini van almost ran us over and when I turned around, they were gone." Dante explained.
" So you lost them?" Claire asked.
" Ya. Hopefully they're already at the mall. Unfortunately I don't know where it is." Dante said.
" Uh, I think it's right over there." Leon said, pointing across the street a short distance down the road where the sign for the mall was.
" Oh. I knew that." Dante said.
" Sure you did." Steve replied, only to be sweep kicked, knocking him on his rear.
" Nice job, kid." Leon said. From the top of a large building near the mall, a pair of people wearing military gear and metal masks with a fire design on one and scar like carvings on the other were watching the group.
" Hey Alice, you sure this kid is who they're looking for?" The one with the flame streaks on his mask asked.
" Yes Salem. Rios, keep an eye on them. Remember, your not the only one looking for him and he's to be taken alive." Alice said.
" Roger Alice, out." Rios said.
" So, are we really gonna go through with this?" He added.
" We need the cash and whoever's looking for this kid obviously knows he isn't normal." Salem said.
" You better be right." Rios said, going back to looking through his binoculars. On another building adjacent to one the TWO operatives were camping at, a man with a Mohawk looking through the scope of a Barrett M95 sniper rifle.
" Fiona, target in sight. He's heading into the mall." The man said.
" Be careful Mattias. I'm more than certain that there are more that just you, Chris and Jennifer looking for him. Not to mention the target himself is probably going to be a handful, especially since he's to be taken alive." Fiona said.
" Roger. If I spot any of them they'll have traveled a long way to die." Mattias said, grabbing his sniper and heading to the stairwell."
Me: " Well this was a well deserved revision. New players are added to the mix, and things are freaking crazy. Ah, I love the smell of insanity in the afternoon."
Chris: " I have a feeling that a lot of people think you're insane."
Me: " Well, I don't hear you complaining."
Chris: -muttering- " Out loud."
Me: " Well, keep an eye out for the revised chapter 3, Mercs, Malls and More."