Resident Evil: Underworld
Disclaimer: I have FINALLY beaten Resident Evil 5. (My birthday present. Yay me!) After I had beaten the game, this idea came to me in a combination of watching a few sci-fi movies. (Channel flipping when bored does that). Now this is an idea I'm experimenting with and I will be playing around with plotlines a little bit. (Taking place between Code Veronica and Resident Evil 5. So if I get some facts wrong, let me know and I'll fix them to the best of my ability. The title I got came from the novel title written by S.D. Perry in 1999. Like I said, if you see anything not particularly correct, don't hesitate to let me know and I'll fix it up. Oh, and also, there will be various lines from games and films to establish the order I will attempt to maintain. I will accredit each one accordingly.
"Somebody should tell us, right at the start of our lives, that we are dying. Then we might live life to the limit, every minute of every day. Do it! I say. Whatever you want to do, do it now! There are only so many tomorrows."
-Pope Paul VI
"God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks to us in our conscience, but shouts in our pains: It is His megaphone to rouse a deaf world"
-C.S. Lewis
By: VampireQueenAkasha
"A new Genesis is at hand, and I will be the creator!"
-Albert Wesker, Resident Evil 5
Chapter 3-1: Origins
London
"It's amazing!"
DeChant and his men turned to the doctor as soon as he uttered the surprised sound. They had arrived back to base with seemingly nothing to show for it. They may have shut down the Russian Umbrella facility, but what would that mean for the rest of Umbrella? It would continue and they could do nothing to stop the corporation from continuing with its production of BOW's.
DeChant walked over to the doctor, who had his nose buried over a microscope. Inside a slide, he observed a small portion of blackish blood discovered at the facility. It was dividing rapidly.
"This is all that you got?" DeChant asked, frowning, "It's just some blood."
The doctor glanced up at him. "Actually, it's not just some blood, its nothing I have ever seen."
They moved around him to observe on a monitor above. A superimposed image of the dividing cells was revealed, drifting silently and almost menacingly inside the were moving about erratically, nearly to the point of out - of - control.
"Dude, looks like an AIDS virus," a soldier in the back remarked. He hollered to the others in a comical voice, "Okay, who's got the AIDS?"
DeChant gave him an irritated glare. "That's very funny." he said, annoyed.
Chris elbowed the soldier with his shoulder. "Be cool, alright?"
The doctor cleared his throat and nodded once, returning back to the business at hand. "Yeah, well ... " he began. "As I was saying," He turned to DeChant. "This bit of blood is something I've never encountered before. You know how a normal human being has 40 DNA strands?" He waited for DeChant to murmur in acknowledgement before continuing. "Well, this thing has about more than 609. And that is the reason why I cannot reach a conclusion until I obtain more information."
DeChant shrugged his shoulders. "So?"
The doctor nodded. "So, this tiny bit of blood contains nearly an infinite amount of genetic knowledge and strands," he continued, "Almost like the host itself was ... engineered."
Dave scoffed. "Sounds like your typical freak of nature to me," he muttered, "Probably one of those Umbrella wack jobs."
The doctor smiled. "Yes!" he said, his tone filled with bizarre excitement. "But that's the thing, most of Umbrella's projects are filled with holes, gaps, incomplete DNA structures. This blood does not match that of the TALOS weapon. The DNA is almost ... perfect."
"Perfect?" Chris snorted. He took a step forward and eyed the fascinated doctor with angry eyes. "Several people have died because of Umbrella's psychotic need to create 'perfection'. Perfect is not exactly what I'd call these things."
The doctor held out two hands as if to ward off an impending attack from the larger man. "Okay, I know," he said, quietly, "I just," He chuckled and shrugged his shoulders, "I think, that this ... thing could become quite useful to us."
Chris and Claire were becoming quite concerned by the doctor's interest in this unknown specimen. Usually, that was never a good sign. Interest turned to greed, and greed usually caused bodies to pile up at the expense of that greed. They decided, without voicing it, that they should keep a watchful eye on this strange doctor, just in case.
"I don't like this, Chris," Claire whispered, "Something really messed up about that guy."
"Yeah," Chris agreed, low, "Do you think he could be ... ?" He let her decide on her own what he meant.
Claire shook her head. "I don't know ... " she murmured, "We should keep an eye on him, just in case."
O
Late that night, movement could be seen in the hangar of the BSAA base. The movement was quick, rushed, almost as if the person feared either getting caught or getting killed. Thin, trembling hands reached out toward a laptop and started it up. A small memory stick was inserted and the computer screen lit up, revealing images of dividing blackish cells.
"It's her ... it really is her ... " a haunted, yet delighted male voice whispered. On screen, another image appeared; a rotating logo of Umbrella. "Umbrella can start over ... once I find her."
Suddenly, the lights of the hangar flashed on and the man gasped, caught. He was the doctor from earlier.
Chris was advancing on him suddenly, a scowl on his face. "I thought that it was you, you son of a bitch!" he snapped, going for the doctor as he tried to duck behind a table, "Did you think we weren't gonna find out about this?"
"Stay away from me, Redfield!" the doctor shouted.
Dave and Kirk appeared behind him and grabbed his arms tightly to restrain him. He kicked and struggled madly while DeChant, Claire and the others walked into the hangar, confused with the situation going on in the hangar. DeChant looked visibly angered by what was going on. Obviously, Chris had staged this with Dave and Kirk.
"What the hell's going on in here?" he demanded.
Chris walked up to the computer and turned it toward DeChant. "He's an Umbrella spy," he told him, "We found him trying to snitch back to his corporate masters. Fortunately, we stopped him before he could send anything out."
DeChant walked up to the computer, his eyes widening at the knowledge. He turned angrily to the struggling doctor and scowled. "Get this piece of shit into the closet."
The doctor kicked and struggled wildly in their grips as they dragged him away. "NO!" he shrieked, "You don't understand! She can save all of us! We have to find her and take her back! She's our Savior! Please, just let me go!"
The man sounded borderline insane in his screams. Chris watched him as he was dragged away, grimacing slightly. He wasn't too sure who this "she" was, and a part of him was worried about the consequences should it be ignored.
He followed DeChant and the rest while they tossed the doctor into the "closet", which was simply a darkened room with a table on the end. DeChant and the others had crowded around him and were observing the laptop and its information.
"So, are you going to tell us what you were planning?" DeChant asked, anger in his voice, "Because if not we - - "
Chris interrupted with a hand on his shoulder. "DeChant, maybe I should try." he advised.
DeChant stared at him in protest, but complied, rising out of his seat and allowing Chris to take his place. Chris met the doctor's eyes, watching Dave and Kirk holding him down by his shoulders. He sighed heavily.
"Who is this 'she' you were screaming about?" he asked, "And why was that blood sample so important to you?"
The doctor chuckled and raised a brow, his face apparent in the dim light, and it was then that Chris could tell that his nose was bleeding. "Why should I tell any of you this stuff?" he sneered, "Umbrella's gonna come for me and - - "
Kirk slammed him in the face with the end of his gun, causing him to lurch harshly in his chair. Fresh blood dribbled out of the doctor's nose. Chris gave Kirk a look before he turned back to the doctor. "because we got just as much stake in this as you do," he replied, "After all, Umbrella's about to fall. No use holding onto the past."
The doctor snickered. "Fall?" he repeated, "Maybe for now. But Umbrella will never die!"
"Hey!" a random BSAA soldier snapped, "Enough with the bullshit! Tell us what you know," He shoved the end of his Handgun beneath the doctor's jaw, "Or I'll shut you up for good."
The doctor flashed a cold smile. "Alright, if it's info you want, it's info you'll get." he hissed. He paused, watching the gun disappear from beneath his chin. "But it won't do you a single shred of good, you know." He snickered. "You're all as good as dead."
DeChant pushed the computer toward him and gestured to it with the end of his gun. "Show us."
The doctor winced as Kirk and Dave released him, giving them a final, irritated look before he returned his gaze to the computer. He typed in several passwords before he turned it back toward them. They leaned in to watch and noticed that the doctor had put a video. There were scientists moving about in the screen, talking anxiously and excitedly.
" ... End of reconstruction, beginning of reanimation ... " a voice in the video announced, obviously in discussion with another.
The camera remained locked onto a peculiar glass chamber where many scientists were crowded around. Chris glanced up at the doctor, who smiled with delight and nodded once, indicating he should continue to watch.
On screen, the glass chamber center doors were focused on specifically. A soft growling sound echoed from the blackness. Chris leaned back, brow knotting. Claire glanced at him with a hint of unease. She wasn't too sure she wanted to know what it was.
Suddenly, at insane, inhuman speeds, a form dove out of the blackness and slammed into the glass. It was Elizabeth, clothed in a blue, Umbrella jumpsuit and wearing a few heavy metal cuffs on her arms and legs. She shoved her weight against the glass, screaming defiantly at them, her eyes gleaming red, ominous pools of hatred.
"LET ME OUT!" she shrieked, in a voice that was almost inhuman.
The BSAA members watching this jumped back a bit in surprise. Claire grunted and pointed at the screen. "Wait, that woman I saw ... " Chris cut her off with a wave of his hand. Bringing up that they saw this woman of his obsession would only make him a little more than crazy.
Claire nodded and returned her gaze to the screen.
Elizabeth was glaring murderously at the watching doctors, nails clawing at the glass of her confinements. They all looked pleased and not the slightest bit afraid of the ferocity of the being inside the chambers.
"I told you ... perfect!" a familiar voice said, in the recording. It was the doctor.
Elizabeth hissed at them, moving to the other side of the chamber and her tentacles slithered out of her wrists in the process. She sent them hurtling into the glass and they crashed uselessly against it. The watchers laughed with amusement, taking only delight in her futile attempts.
"The glass can withstand the force of 10 B.O.W. Tyrant units," the familiar doctor said, chuckling, "She's not getting out of that."
Elizabeth gave a frustrated snort and the tentacles slithered back into her wrists in sick, slurping sounds. The familiar doctor appeared on screen, looking much younger. He smiled pleasantly at her and beckoned her to come closer to him with one finger. Oddly enough, she complied and inched forward, panting furiously through her nostrils.
"If you want out of that, sweetheart, you have to behave." he told her.
Elizabeth bared her teeth at him, her cat - like eyes flickering deeper crimson. Chris had gotten a good look at those eyes and frowned at the doctor. The eyes looked so much like Albert Wesker's. That was definitely something strange to see again.
"Her eyes, they're like - - "
"Albert Wesker's?" the doctor finished, smirking. He nodded once. "Yes." He leaned forward and licked his dry lips once. "You see, our test subjects had become quite useless to us. So we decided that we needed someone still growing. Someone young and ... newborn."
Claire looked disgusted and stunned all at once. "So ... how were you able to get a hold of a newborn?"
The doctor chuckled and shrugged his shoulders. "We discovered one of our higher officials had recently given birth to a baby girl. A healthy girl with quite a bit of strength to her," he explained, "Spencer ordered then that we take this child and begin work on a new project. An outside project that only a few of us knew about. Project Eve."
The members of the room shifted uneasily. They didn't like the sound of that at all.
"And what was the purpose of this project?" DeChant asked, keeping his calm.
The doctor flashed a rather perverse grin. He giggled slightly and met each of their eyes. "She's perfection in every way," he told them, "A perfect woman will make the perfect world. She will breed with those worthy of her affections. Others? Others are going to die."
Chris grimaced slightly. "So you stole her from her mother, screwed with her DNA so she can mate with any man who's genetics MIGHT be of use to her and her future offspring?" he exclaimed, "That's sick!"
The doctor's expression became serious now. "No. I'll tell you what's sick. What's sick is watching this world decay because of humans," he snapped, "Watching every day at the people killing each other for worthless values. And knowing you can do something about it, but still can't?" He tilted his head with an eerie smile. "Wouldn't you consider that to be sick?"
DeChant leaned forward and scowled. "How do we kill her?"
O
Rome
Elizabeth was peering through the glass of a cafe, looking pissed off and bored. She was watching Louis getting yelled at inside the cafe and barely budged when he was tossed roughly out through the door, yelling the entire time.
"Thanks a lot!" Louis shouted, laughing angrily and pointing toward the sky, "That was the motivation I frigging needed!"
Elizabeth turned and shook her head with pity. "Louis ... " she muttered. "You are an idiot ... "
He grinned and shrugged. "Yeah, I get around." he joked, climbing to his feet. He grumbled and glared after the man in the cafe. "You're a dick head, you know that!" he hollered. The man raised his middle finger at him and Louis scoffed. "Awww, yeah like you could afford it!"
Elizabeth grabbed his wrist and guided him to start walking. He did with a small yelp.
"Is there another place we can go to find food?" she asked, "A place you won't stir trouble in?"
Louis shrugged his shoulders and smirked. "Ehh, that depends," he laughed, "I can start trouble in a convent if I wanted to. Just find me some dice, a baseball bat, and a hooker." He laughed until he noticed Elizabeth's impassive stare. "Just a joke ... "
She managed a faint smile.
Louis got back down to business. "So ... are you, like, supposed to have kids, or something?" he asked, "Cuz if you do, I know how you can pop 'em out without it hurting so much." He smiled. "Spray some PAM down there before you pop 'em out and you're good to go!"
Elizabeth raised a brow. "What?"
Louis grinned and nodded as they continued walking down a stone path into town. "Yeah!" he said, "See, my mom told me all kinds of tricks to gettin' and taking care of babies." He made a goofy grimace. "If you listen to DMX, the baby comes out goin' 'Ennngghhh!"
Elizabeth could only smile and shake her head at his naivety. She began to tune out what he was saying, observing passing humans in her wake.
She shines
In a world full of ugliness
She matters
When everything is meaningless
Fragile
She doesn't see her beauty
She tries to get away
Sometimes
It's just that nothing seems worth saving
I can't watch her slip away
I won't let you fall apart
I won't let you fall apart
I won't let you fall apart
I won't let you fall apart
The human race was very different in her eyes. They were basically animals. Only the weak ones. The worthless ones. She sneered at two men attempting to prove themselves worthy to two women by seeing how far they could bungee jump from the bridge.
She reads the minds of all the people
As they pass her by
Hoping someone will see
If I could fix myself I'd...
But it's too late for me
I won't let you fall apart
I won't let you fall apart
I won't let you fall apart
I won't let you fall apart
It was interesting just how much arrogance humans had to call themselves the only species on Earth.
O
Note-Basically, the point of this chapter was to give you some idea of what Elizabeth's origins were. Case in point-DUH. And the song of choice is Nine Inch Nail's "The Fragile". It was a PERFECT choice.
