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 4-2: First Taste
Germany
Elizabeth was still sound asleep when Wesker called Krauser and Ada to the computer room. She had never slept so peacefully in her entire life and in such comfortable quarters. However, her services were required and Wesker was not one to tolerate tardiness. All things considering, she was still a servant to him and he would not allow her to simply spend her days with him sleeping the day away while there was work to be done.
"Where is Elizabeth?" he asked, looking at them both.
They looked at one another and shrugged. "Hell, I don't know," Krauser replied, "That little shit stain of hers said he'd get her up by now for the meeting." He scoffed. "Leave it to the idiots to get stuff done on time."
"Hey. Shut up."
They turned and there stood Louis at the corner of the hallway, arms folded across his chest and irritation on his face. Obviously, he had not been able to wake Elizabeth and came to the others to ask for help, just in time to catch the jibe.
"Well … are you havin' trouble, ma'am?" Krauser sneered.
Louis gave Krauser a dirty look before he turned to Wesker with a sheepish smile. "Hey, W, Elizabeth don't wanna get up," he told him, "I tried to get her up myself."
"And?"
"She ... uh ... growled at me."
Elizabeth suddenly appeared from around the corner, blinking sleepily with a small yawn to follow. She frowned down at Louis and shook her head. Obviously, she had not been far behind him, awakened by the sounds of his frustrations.
"Why must you make up such horrid lies about me, Louis?" she murmured, "I did not growl. I merely warned you through usage of my own non - literate vocalizations."
Louis frowned. "Didn't I just say that?" he asked.
Wesker focused his attention back to the mission at hand. "Now that that is taken care of, we have other matters to attend to." He fingered through several papers set in front of him. "It seems that in the event of Umbrella's immediate termination, the government is proceeding to confiscate all biological viruses and weapons located at each Umbrella station across the world. Unfortunately, we do not have the means nor the communication to collect the samples from EACH base. So we have one chance to proceed to the nearest base to take what we can."
"Where is this gonna go down?" Krauser asked.
Wesker held up a map revealing what looked to be Berlin. "Not far from our present location," he told them, "I want to infiltrate that Umbrella facility and retrieve as many specimens as we can." He placed the map down and looked up at Elizabeth. "I believe Elizabeth will be quite useful to us in this mission."
Ada shook her head and gave Elizabeth a sideways glance. "But how?" she asked, "We don't know what she's capable of."
Elizabeth flashed her a slightly pissed look.
Wesker simply smiled inwardly. He knew what Elizabeth could do. Somehow, he could just trust her and know she was capable of any form of destruction. It was quite an odd change compared to how he usually felt about people. But he could somehow sense that Elizabeth was to be trusted. He knew that she had some form of ... "connection" to him and she would never leave his side. It was strange, yes, but Wesker trusted his own instincts over anyone else.
"I believe Krauser and Louis will retrieve the viruses and Ada and Elizabeth will gather up any research they can," Wesker continued, "If anyone attempts to stop you, kill them."
Louis grunted uneasily beneath Krauser's wicked grin. The only reason he had the nerve to bad - mouth the muscular man was because Elizabeth was near and Krauser would not be dumb enough to try anything again after what she had almost done to him. He grinned uneasily and shook his head, leaning slightly against Wesker's desk.
"N - Nonononono," he stammered, "Give me the Asian chick, or-or the jumpy scientist guy. I don't wanna be with Buffy the Bitch Slayer!"
Krauser let loose a rather nasty laugh and threw his arm around Louis' head in an uncomfortable headlock. "Ahhh!" he hollered, delighted with Wesker's plan, "We're partners now, little man! We're gonna be the best of friends, aren't we?"
Louis groaned. "Kill me, God ... " he whispered weakly.
O
Berlin
The destitute - looking warehouse was deceptive in appearance; while riddled with rust and corrosion, inside housed a high - tech, Umbrella facility filled with staff members being let go from their jobs by U.S. government agents. They were shouting protests and some were even being forced to be escorted from the building. A rare few had to be handcuffed. They were going to be out of jobs and that was merely the only problem they had with all of this.
Elizabeth was perched effortlessly over top a chimney stack and smiled. She jumped down the stack, leaping from pipe to pipe while Ada eased her own descent using her grappling gun. She was at the bottom long before Elizabeth and she retracted the cable back into the barrel.
"Do you think Jack and Louis can really get along?" Ada asked, "They hate each other."
Elizabeth simply smiled. "Krauser knows his place in this world," she told her, "He is not foolish enough to try anything as long as I am within hearing distance."
Ada smiled, seemingly impressed. "Well, I'll bet that's useful in precarious situations."
Elizabeth was intently focused on the mission at hand, not small talk. She really held no interest in Ada Wong. As far as she saw, Ada was another female in her territory. Fortunately, Ada expressed no interest in Wesker, which eased Elizabeth somewhat. So as long as she knew her place, she would not kill her. "Yes."
Meanwhile, Louis and Krauser were attempting to figure out a way into the warehouse through a means of the back door. Krauser spotted a window slightly cracked and he smirked, getting quite a nasty idea. He glanced over at Louis.
"Hey, ever wonder what hundreds of glass shards going through your skin feel like?" he asked.
Louis frowned. "Huh?"
Krauser grinned and picked Louis up by the scruff of his shirt. Louis yelped and struggled madly in the burly man's grip. Krauser flung him through the air, sending him hurtling through the window and into the warehouse. Glass crumbled everywhere and Krauser smiled to himself, listening to the sounds of Louis' moaning.
"Oh, you crazy, fucking asshole ... " Louis moaned, lying on the cold floor of the warehouse.
Krauser scoffed. "It's just glass, you little woman," he snapped, "Open the damn door and shake it off."
Louis rolled his eyes, laying there on the floor. Glass shards had embedded themselves into his arm and blood was pouring from the wounds. He shuddered in pain and rose, walking up toward the door and unlatching the small lock.
"I got more tricks than a hooker." he joked, softly.
Krauser pushed the door open and stepped inside. He looked around the room and guessed it was some kind of place that stored research documents. He smiled.
"Jackpot."
Louis glowered at him, removing his jacket and wrapping it around his arm to decrease the blood loss. "You're an asshole, a damn asshole."
Krauser gave him a rough push. "Get searching." he snapped.
The two began to finger through the documents, scraps of paper littering the floor in their quick, hurried searching. Louis dropped a massive folder to the floor and it flew open, sending peculiar sketches and printings all over the floor. He furrowed his brow and bent down to pick them up, guessing they looked important. He picked through the papers and froze at a sketch of what seemed to be a sarcophagus. Louis' eyes narrowed as he studied it. The head of the coffin looked disturbing and resembled the head of a fanged, lupine beast.
"Did you find anything?" Krauser asked.
Louis stood up and held out the papers to him. Krauser fingered through them and shrugged. "He doesn't want pretty pictures," he snapped, "He wants research."
"Dude, I think this is important." Louis said, gesturing to another document. "I think this stuff's about Elizabeth."
Krauser tittered and shrugged, taking the papers and fingering through them. "That's impossible," he replied, "Elizabeth wasn't around until now."
Louis raised his brows. "Or so we think we know." He glanced down at the drawing of the coffin in his hands. "It says here this was uncovered in the Tomb of the Mkashu ." He furrowed his brows. "I never heard of that tomb."
Krauser ready quickly through the papers and pointed at it. "Yeah, it also says here that there were seven head doctors responsible for Elizabeth's birth ... experimentation or something." He shrugged. "Well what does that tell us?"
Louis glanced downward, thinking of this. Why would this warehouse have information on Elizabeth when it was supposed to have been classified above all things? As far as Elizabeth had told him, much of her information had been kept only by those who had made her.
"Unless one of the doctors works here ... " His eyes grew wide. "Oh shit!"
Suddenly, the sounds of gunshots outside drew Krauser's and Louis' attention upwards. "What the hell?" Krauser cried.
O
Outside, the government soldiers were opening fire on Elizabeth. She was smiling pleasantly, allowing the bullets to shred her body and tear horrid wounds through her. The government agents were trembling desperately and haunted by the fact that she was not going down.
"What the fuck is she?" one of them shouted.
Another soldier snarled and leveled his weapon for Elizabeth's head. "Stand down!" he commanded, "I said FUCKING STAND DOWN!"
She simply smiled. "Small words from a small being, shooting at what it doesn't understand ... " She grinned and tilted her head to the side. "Well? Shoot me."
Elizabeth halted and looked up at the sight of a soldier cradling an Rocket Powered Grenade Launcher on his shoulder. She smirked as soon as he pulled the trigger. The rocket screamed toward her and hit full force.
The entire warehouse trembled with the force of the explosion. Louis and Krauser were rushing outside just as soon as the smoke cleared. Their eyes grew wide.
"Holy shit!" Louis cried.
"Damn ... " Krauser added, stunned.
Elizabeth's left side of her body had been completely blown off, revealing her organs and tattered flesh. She gagged and gurgled through her torn throat, still standing on weakened limbs. The soldiers' eyes grew wide in horror and disbelief.
"How the hell is she still standing?" another shouted, amid the crowd.
Elizabeth stopped the weakened sounds and her shredded mouth pulled up into an eerie grin and she began to chuckle. One eye flickered red while the other dangled uselessly from her skull on ruptured veins.
"Was that all?" she hissed.
The soldiers reacted visibly with horror and shock. The surrounding workers of the warehouse simply laughed at their futile attempts.
Elizabeth gave a sharp hiss and her entire body shuddered. The mush beneath her feet suddenly slithered up to her shattered body and her bones popped, slithering back into place. Her neck cracked into place and she smiled, standing there, completely regenerated.
"How do you plan to kill me if that is all you got?" she sneered.
The soldiers screamed and began to fire everything they had at her. Elizabeth grinned at them and raised a single hand, snarling an inhuman snarl. She arched her back like a feline and suddenly sprinted forward with unnatural speed, toward her enemies.
One of the guards screamed as her mouth latched onto his throat, spilling blood and silencing his wails into gurgled moans. Elizabeth tossed his corpse aside and snickered at the horrified watchers. She rushed forward and suddenly appeared in front of another guard.
He gasped in horror and she grinned wider, grabbing his head in both hands. He whimpered and trembled, eyes widening at the two tentacles that slithered from her wrists and began a creep toward his gaping mouth. He gagged as the things slithered into his mouth and spasmed as they reappeared out of his nose. Blood gushed from his mouth and nostrils.
Elizabeth tightened her lips in concentration and the tentacles pulled back, ripping his skull cleanly in half. She tossed the corpse aside and flashed a bloody smirk at the rest. They were shaking and frozen in their spots like frightened little lambs.
"Who's next?" she hissed.
While the massacre resumed and the guard's screams of agony filled the air, Wesker watched her efforts in the distance, a fascinated and pleased smile on his face. He could not believe that another had such amazing ability and prowess the way he had. She was perfection. And most of all, she was his.
"She's perfect ... " he whispered.
O
Meanwhile
London
Cameron growled angrily as he was tossed into the helicopter. His arms had been handcuffed, so he simply fell flat on his face against the cold, metal floor. He winced and rolled over onto his side as Kirk and Dave climbed inside.
"You're gonna pay for this!" he raged, "Do you hear me?"
"Shut up." Kirk snapped, forcing him to his feet. He shoved Cameron into a sitting position.
Chris and Claire joined them. DeChant was watching as they buckled their seat belts. "Alright, your mission is simple: Find this ... woman and do whatever you have to do to take her down," he told them, "It's time we end this."
Cameron laughed and shook his head. "You can't kill her with your little toys!" he sneered, "She can't be killed so easily!"
Chris leaned forward and grabbed him by his shoulder, speaking angrily. "Everything has a weakness," he said, "Everything. So either you tell us now, or we find out. Either way, that thing of yours is dead."
Cameron raised a brow. "You'll find out?" he repeated in disbelief, "The only way you can find out her weakness is by saying a silent prayer." He scoffed and mumbled under his breath. "Besides, there's no possibility there's any left of it ... "
"Any left of what?" Claire asked, instantly attentive.
Cameron scowled at them. "Elizabeth does have but one weakness ... " he told them, "While her genetic material is vastly superior, its density is far too great to withstand a certain chemical we developed when we made her. An anti-toxin produced straight from the Sub - G compound's volatile cells. But there were only twelve made. One for each scientist involved in her creation." He furrowed his brow. "And as far as I know, there are only four left in existence."
Chris frowned. "Then what happened to the rest?"
Cameron scoffed. "What the hell do you think?" he snapped, "They had to use them on Elizabeth because she kept attacking all of us. We had to continue to 'bring her back' so to speak. Because in large quantities, it acts as a poison that overreacts the cells in her body; triggering overwhelming seizures and loss of all bodily control. It's at that point Elizabeth cannot focus on regenerating any damages and she's then susceptible to normal weapons."
Chris and the rest thought about this for a moment before looking back at Cameron. "You worked with her. You have to have a sample." DeChant said.
"Yeah. I have one. But unfortunately, it's back at the Umbrella facility in town. And since the government decided to put the wool over us, I am not positively sure I can get in now!" Cameron protested, struggling in his cuffs for a brief moment.
Chris leaned forward and raised his pistol in his hand. "You're going to take us there."
Cameron groaned.
O
Germany
Krauser heaved a grunt, kicking the double doors of the research department wide open. He was carrying loads of documents in hand and Ada carrying two small suitcases. They were filled with T and G virus samples. Louis staggered into the office, desperately clutching his arm. He was pale in the face and looked like he would throw up at any moment.
"Where's the doctor, man?" he cried, "I'm gonna cough up my intestines!"
Ada shook her head and placed the suitcases onto a metal table. She looked at him with mock pity. "Stop being so dramatic," she chided, "Richard's down the hall."
Louis scoffed and staggered against the doorway. "Good, and while I'm gone, you guys go ahead and get something to eat. Oh, don't try and stuff yourselves on the humble pie since you're so full of it already!" And with that, he moaned and staggered out of the room.
Ada blinked and furrowed her brow. "Was that even proper English?"
Meanwhile, Elizabeth was inside her room, cleaning her face with a warm rag. She was covered in blood from head to toe and it dripped silently to the floor. Elizabeth studied her face in the mirror and sighed with contentment. The kill. No matter who and what, she enjoyed the kill. It seemed that with eat human being she would destroy; it eased a little bit of pain, if only for a short while anyway. It seemed that the suffering she endured in the past faded away as she inflicted such suffering onto others.
But in truth, she did possess a human nature; she had yet to fully comprehend it.
The door to her room whooshed open and Wesker stepped inside. He smiled when he saw her cleaning herself. "That was an excellent performance, Elizabeth," he told her, "A little unorthodox, mind you, but you completed your task with flying colors."
Elizabeth smiled and wiped her neck with slow, even strokes. "That's good to know."
Wesker walked up to her and gently removed the wash cloth from her hand. He began to wipe her forehead of the remainder of the blood and Elizabeth felt a little odd about the gesture. It was supposed to have been a kind one, but she wasn't so sure she liked being ... "babied". She rubbed her wrist slightly and Wesker caught the move.
"Do those hurt you?" he asked.
Elizabeth shrugged her shoulders. "Often times it had when I was younger," she admitted, slightly mumbling as he took one of her wrists into his hand, "It still pains me somewhat, but I've gotten over it now that I have gotten used to my flesh splitting in half once they slide out."
Wesker gently stroked the tendon there with the pad of his thumb, drawing a quick grunt of surprise from the woman. He smiled, somewhat pleased by the reaction. He could feel the tell-tale bump of the tip of her tentacle. It wriggled somewhat beneath the tendon.
"Pain is something we all must endure, Elizabeth," he told her, "Whether it be your wrists, or my genetic signature, we all must endure it."
Elizabeth wanted to question what he meant by "genetic signature". She could sense his DNA structure and it seemed flawless. It was perfection all on its own. But it slowly became harder to think once she felt warm lips against her wrist. Her instinct sent out warning alarms throughout her brain. Would they be disturbed this time? Elizabeth would not be very pleased if there were to be any more interruptions again.
"Is there time?" she asked, quietly.
Wesker smiled up at her, his glasses revealing the deep pools of red that glowed behind them. "We have time," he assured her, "If anyone disturbs us, they will answer to me."
Elizabeth blinked, and then smiled, pleased by the response. "I am not one for mercy either ... " she managed, once she felt his lips at her wrist again. She gave a small, insistent gasp once he pulled away and stood up. He walked toward the doors and pressed a few buttons to engage the locking mechanisms.
Wesker returned his gaze back to her and smirked. "If this is what you want, Elizabeth, let it be known that you will have no other," he told her, "Because once you have me, you will want no other in this world."
Elizabeth could make no promises on that part. Truly, she had never encountered another who's DNA was perfect enough for her future offspring. However, it was in her "programming" to breed with as many suitable mates as possible and produce children powerful enough to wipe out the human race. But for now, she would simply focus on what she had.
Before they would go further, Elizabeth reached up to Wesker's face, to the glasses set there and he drew back somewhat. "What are you doing?" he asked.
"If I am going to consummate with you, I will not look into a pair of false eyes." Elizabeth told him, removing the glasses from his face.
Wesker held his eyes shut for a few moments before he opened them. They swirled with red and orange and Elizabeth's did the same, a simple response to the hunger she sensed resonating from within him. He murmured softly as her hands wove delicate paths through the back of his neck, teasing the hairs there.
"Elizabeth ... " he whispered.
She smiled seductively at him and while resting one hand against his neck, the other slowly smoothed a path down his leather - covered chest. A teasing gesture, and one that drew a low hiss from Wesker's lips.
"I don't like to be teased ... " he warned.
Elizabeth raised a brow, not intimidated by the near threat. "Oh?" she murmured, "And how can you object to me now?"
In truth, Wesker was a man of powerful control. He prided himself on being able to fight any temptation and any seductive act that came his way. But here, she was doing things to him that made his blood run hot. A strange sensation that he thought died once he gave up his humanity. It must have been some form of hormone she released that only he could sense.
"In truth, I cannot," Wesker murmured, bringing his head close toward her neck, "But I think the bigger question remains ... can you object to me?"
And then, he bit down and Elizabeth gasped out in pain and pleasure, arching her body against his. A chuckle of amusement filled her ear and she felt his hand at the side of her neck, moving upwards to cup her face.
"Would you like me to undress you?" he asked.
Elizabeth moaned quietly at the idea and smiled, almost breathless. "If that is what you want, I assure you, I will not object to it."
Oh yes, that was exactly what he wanted. Wesker enjoyed tormenting his victims. But here, he could enjoy tormenting his lover and making her beg him to finish her. He slowly unzipped the Umbrella jumpsuit she was still wearing (He planned on finding her more suitable attire) and smirked as she wriggled out of it like a sultry feline. Her body was utter perfection, each limb and curve in perfect symmetry.
"Prepare yourself, Elizabeth," Wesker told her, smiling, "For I will have every bit of you."
O
Note-Just because I hadn't mentioned it before, this fic was inspired by Rob Zombie's "Living Dead Girl". Listen to the lyrics and you might see how I got the inspiration from the song.