-1Act II: Various kinds of demons

1)

Five years ago a story spread throughout all of America. A boy with the name Marcus Masters achieved his degree in bio-chemic at the feeble age of only thirteen. He was the ultimate genius of his decade. His perfectly normal parents could only be amazed by his impressive intellect and had high hopes for his future.

Two years later no one really remembered about that boy, he disappeared into thin air right after he was invited to an interview at Umbrella Pharmaceutics. He was made a great offer that no one could have possibly rejected: Limitless resources for research on Umbrella's most important medications.

For someone of his age it was really thrilling to be wanted by the biggest Pharmaceutics Corporation, it did not cost him much thoughts to leave his family and start working for Umbrella.

He did not know that he made a contract with the devil itself.

The work however had not been that thrilling after all. He only worked in a laboratory in Paris and developed one after another of great medications. But that simply was not enough to satisfy his enormous hunger for knowledge and research, thus he asked his superior for a different place.

Surprisingly for Marcus his superior seemed to have been waiting for his request already.

That was the day when the boy learned about the true power of Umbrella.

He was invited to the T-Virus project.

Apparently there was a part of Umbrella that went under the name White Umbrella, it was the true core of the whole corporation, responsible for creating bio-weapons via the use of the so-called Tyrant-Virus.

This magnificent virus was able to reconstruct the DNA of almost any living object, it could vitalize tissue but also destroy it. Umbrella had now been researching on this virus for over fifty years but still its great powers were not completely uncovered.

And thus the boy started his own research, but like one of the original founders, James Marcus, he soon came to the realization that animals were not fit to be carriers of the virus. They were much to hard to control and there intelligence was too low.

His superiors were delighted by his work to this point and they seemingly had no problem with his request for human guinea pigs.

He was soon not even more able to hear the screams of the guinea pigs when the virus transformed their DNA. They were no humans to his eyes anymore, they were just disposable objects needed for his research.

The main task he was given had to do with the strongest series of Bio-Weapons Umbrella had at this point: The Tyrant. It was a human, who was transformed with the T-Virus into the ultimate soldier. A true hulk with the strength of an elephant. There was only one weakness which absolutely had to be removed. His mind was much to low, and it was almost uncontrollable. Umbrella therefore wanted a Tyrant that would be able to fulfill complex mission, including the use of weapons.

That really was a great challenge for the boy, but he knew that he could do it.

The problem was the T-Virus itself. It degenerated the mind of a human carrier much too strong, thus there was no possibility to create a Tyrant with the required intellect using the T-Virus only.

But Marcus had another idea. He wanted to create a second being, a parasite with a much stronger mind, that would take control of the host's body completely.

A brilliant idea, as his superiors called it, that immediately gave the young boy at the age of only sixteen the control over his whole laboratory. He needed one and a halve years until he finally was able to construct the perfect parasite. Based on the research of James Marcus on leech-DNA and his own achievements on jellyfish-mutations, he was able to produce a hybrid of both life-forms, a parasite as small as an amoeba: The NE-Alpha.

The result of injecting these cells into a mass-produced Tyrant was far better then anyone could have hoped. The new Tyrant was more intelligent then any other B.O.W. had ever been. It could easily handle complex weapons like an rifle or an rocket launcher, it could be trained to fulfill a certain mission and would never stop. Everything in its way was destroyed. This relentlessly earned the new B.O.W. his nickname. Nemesis, the goddess of vengeance.

This great achievement once again helped the boy climbing the social ladder in Umbrella's management. He was assigned to the most important laboratory for Umbrella: The Raccoon City project.

Marcus had almost every second of his work been compared to the chief-researcher in Raccoon, the famous William Birkin, and he really was annoyed by it. He thought that working side by side with him might help the others to understand who was the greater genius. Thus the boy was transferred back to his home-country and started working with Birkin. That was the worst time of his life.

Birkin could not accept the boys intellect that was far above his own, thus Marcus was always excluded from every relevant decision and soon started to hate this arrogant researcher and his stupid G-Virus project, which he would never have completed without the NE-Alpha parasite Marcus brought from Europe, of course.

Actually if it would not have been for the parasite and the being called Lisa Trevor, Birkin would not even know about the G-Virus yet. Still the boy was ignored and thus he worked on his own projects.

After the incident at the Arklay laboratory the management of Umbrella needed someone taking care of the annoying S.T.A.R.S.. As the police chief was too incompetent to handle this, Marcus was asked to take care of it. Thus he constructed one of his magnificent Nemesis-Tyrants and gave it a simple target.

„S.T.A.R.S.!"

Normally it would still have been problematic to release the „goddess" in a fully populated town, hard to conceal its attacks, but fate was on his side. Unfortunately it wasn't on Raccoon's.

The outbreak of the T-Virus happened only days after Birkin was shot down by a squad of Umbrella, because he denied to give up his G-Virus. That idiot really thought he could keep his achievements for himself. Actually it might even have worked, if it would not have been for a very loyal subordinate of Umbrella, who might have had a small grudge on Birkin.

Even now the boy had to smile when he thought of it.

Anyway the city about three miles above his head was now lost. The outbreak happened yesterday and the rate of victims increased exponentially. There was no chance for most the citizens to survive the carnage. Over night the zombies increased from hundreds to thousands and the police was obviously helpless. The only thing they could be trying to do was sealing the city.

Most of the researchers already left the laboratory, well apart from those who were now zombies themselves of course.

Now Marcus laid back in his expensive chair in his office and watched some of the monitors. He saw some of his former colleagues stalking through the corridors of this laboratory. He really enjoyed seeing them in this shape. Not one of them had treated him with the respect he deserved.

Rot slowly you bastards…

But actually they were meaningless to him now. He had done what he needed to do: The Nemesis was on its way. The S.T.A.R.S. would all die a slow and painful death thanks to him, now Marcus only had to get out of the city. The problem was that he could not use the Evacuation Train in the basement-level of this laboratory, because he neither had the master-key for the elevator nor the confirmation disc for the storage. That stupid Birkin and his bitch were the only ones to carry these items with them. Birkins body disappeared, right after he was killed and Annette might still be lurking somewhere in the RPD or laboratory, but she was dangerous and crazy he had no interest in dealing with her.

Thus there only was one possibility: He'd have to reach the other laboratory under the Raccoon Bank, with all these zombies running around up there this was not an easy task, but at least the laboratory had a big armory with more then enough ammunition to take out any zombie in his way. He had thought to take one of the Hunters as a bodyguard with him, but he did not trust their ability to follow his orders. They were wild animals after all. If he would have the time to produce another Nemesis it would be a different story. There was no better bodyguard in the world.

Well, time to go…

With a last sigh he raised from his chair and grabbed the small handgun from his desk. He was not really experienced with weapons, but there was not much to know about aiming and pulling a trigger, right?