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 4-3: Sins of the Fathers
Germany
Louis grumbled, leaning back in his chair as Richard was stitching his arm. Ada watched him with amusement.
"I was curious," she said, "Do you like Elizabeth?"
Richard glanced down, avoiding her gaze. "What are you talking about?"
Louis grinned and propped himself up onto one elbow. "Yeah. I see you givin' goo - goo eyes at her when you think the big man ain't lookin'!" he joked, "You better be careful or he'll probably bite your head off!" He laughed. Then, he winced when Richard threaded a piece of skin far too tight. "Ow!" He scowled and smacked Richard on the head.
"I don't know what any of you are talking about," Richard snapped, "Just let me do my work."
Louis flashed a grin and blew him a mocking kiss just as Wesker was walking into the laboratory, fitting his gloves into place. He inhaled sharply and focused his attention to the rest, interested in getting back to business. Richard caught the strange motions to him and furrowed his brow, lips tightening. He realized what had just transpired not too long ago.
"Well?" Wesker said, "What have you uncovered?"
Louis raised a brow. "Huh?" he said, "You gonna come in here and not even give us the juicy details?" He laughed. "Come on! Tell us!"
Wesker furrowed his brows skeptically. "I will tell you nothing." he snapped. His eyes landed onto the pool of blood on the floor and he grimaced somewhat. "But what you will tell me ... is why you are bleeding all over my sterile floor."
Louis gave Krauser a glare. "It's his fault!" he protested, "He tossed me through a window!"
Krauser shrugged his shoulders. "Hey, I had to find some kind of use for you."
Richard finished the final stitch and rose. He turned and walked out of the room while Wesker began to fish through the documents laid out before him, interested in getting back to work.
"How many samples were you able to obtain?" he asked.
"Not much," Ada admitted, "Most of it had already been confiscated before we could get there. There were small samples of G and T - virus I managed to get my hands on."
Wesker smiled. "It's enough for a suitable start."
Elizabeth walked into the laboratory, dressed in a nightshirt and pants. She was contentedly eating something out of a bowl and all eyes turned to her. Wesker smiled.
"Ahh, you're up, good," he said, "I was hoping you wouldn't sleep all day this time."
"Right … " Louis whispered, to Ada at the corner of his mouth.
Elizabeth smiled and shrugged her shoulders, licking her lips casually. She inhaled slightly before speaking. "Well, I was hungry," she replied, "But I will require more sleep for the next two days."
Wesker furrowed his brow. "Why do you say that?" he asked.
Elizabeth gave a gesture with a flirt of her head, but said no more.
"That soon?"
"Yes."
Wesker smiled, fascinated and amazed. The amounts of research he could get just by studying her … He could not imagine all of this in just one small being. "Amazing … "
Elizabeth returned the smile and chewed a bit more. Suddenly, she stopped and grunted, her body lurching forward slightly, brow furrowing. Louis caught the sickly look.
"Elizabeth?" he said. "Are you okay?"
Wesker noticed she was starting to shudder and he too, grew concerned. "Elizabeth?"
She gave a sharp groan and dropped to the floor like a dead weight, dropping the bowl and all of its contents all over the place. Everyone rushed to her side immediately, confused.
"Elizabeth!" Wesker shouted.
Her entire body shook and spasmed like a seizure patient and her hands clawed at her throat. Krauser's eyes went wide in shock.
"What's wrong with her?" he demanded.
Louis glanced down at the musky food and frowned, picking up the bowl. He held it under his nose and took a quick sniff. His eyes grew wide and he looked at Wesker.
"Shit! Boss man!" he exclaimed, "Someone spiked her food!"
Krauser couldn't believe that. "What? No way." He took the bowl and sniffed it. And then, he nodded. "Shit, he's right."
Wesker looked down at Elizabeth, whose eyes had begun to roll up into her head. Thick, blackish fluid gushed from her mouth.
"Whatever she swallowed, we have to pump her stomach and get it out of her." he said.
Krauser nodded. "On it."
He moved in between them and grabbed Elizabeth with ease. He was surprised that she did not fight his touch at all and how weak she was. He tossed her onto the table where Louis had recently been and looked around wildly for something.
"We got a syringe or anything?" he demanded.
Ada was looking around as was Wesker and Louis. "I don't see shit!" Louis cried.
Krauser shook his head. "No time to look." he replied, cracking his knuckles. He removed his left glove and held her down with his right hand. "Alright, Elizabeth, I won't like this any more than you're gonna." And with that, he stuck one of his meaty fingers into her mouth and down her throat.
Elizabeth's eyes snapped wide and she turned to side, vomiting heavily. Ada, Louis, and Wesker grimaced in disgust at what he had just done.
Krauser laughed. "Heeey!" he joked, "Look at that shit! It worked!"
Elizabeth coughed and gagged a few more times before she lay there, weakly glaring up at Krauser.
"Disgusting … pitiful … hu - - man … " she moaned, before she slipped into unconsciousness.
Wesker walked up to Elizabeth and gently stroked her forehead with one finger. He furrowed his brow and his glasses flickered with the red of his eyes; a sign of building anger.
"Take her to the infirmary and get whatever's still left out of her," he ordered, "I'll find whoever's responsible for this."
Louis and Krauser moved to Elizabeth's side and lifted her from the table. Louis raised a brow at Krauser.
"Where'd you learn to do that?" he asked.
Krauser smiled as they carried Elizabeth out of the laboratory and down the hall. "A trick I learned in the army when I was across the seas," he replied, "If you ain't got any tools around when you get your food fooled with, just rely on your only tools handy: Your hands."
Louis raised a brow. "Dude … "
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Wesker and Krauser were at their end with who could have poisoned Elizabeth's food, having gone through every single office and crevice in the entire facility. They were searching through Richard's office now and literally tore the place apart.
"Who would be dumb enough to do that to her?" Krauser muttered, "I mean, they have to know we're gonna find out somehow."
"Whoever it was who did such things, they had better say a little prayer to whatever God they worship before I find them." Wesker said, menacingly, his voice filled with nothing but icy cold murder.
Richard was just walking into his office when he saw the mess before him. His eyes grew wide.
"Oh shit … " he gasped, before turning to run.
Krauser immediately grabbed the desk chair beside him and tossed it directly at Richard's legs, splintering it with the force and sending the man falling to the ground with a sharp yelp.
"Get him and bring him here." Wesker ordered.
Krauser moved around the desk, just as Richard was beginning to crawl away. He grabbed one of his legs and yanked him to his feet. Richard yelped in terror and winced as Krauser clenched one of his arms.
"Where are you off to in such a hurry?" Krauser hissed.
Wesker cracked his knuckles slightly. "Yes. I was just about to ask that myself."
Richard trembled with fear as Wesker advanced slowly and murderously. He seemed to understand the reasoning behind Wesker's menacing stance. He knew that he had been caught.
"You had better give me a good answer, and with each wrong answer, Krauser here is going to break a finger. And when you are all out of fingers, he will go for your legs next."
Krauser grinned, having no problem with that plan at all.
"So … first question … " Wesker began, "What did you put in Elizabeth's food?"
Richard whimpered and struggled beneath Krauser's impressive strength. He tried to persuade Wesker against all of this. "Y - You don't know what she's capable of!" he cried, "She will kill you all!"
Wesker simply smiled. "Wrong answer." He gave a small nod to Krauser.
The man smirked and grabbed Richard's left pointer finger, bending it back and snapping it back in one clean move. Richard wailed in pain, choking moans escaping him.
"You had better give straight answers," Krauser snapped, "I'm enjoying this."
Richard whimpered weakly and his sounds increased as Wesker bent over him. The man removed his glasses and glared at Richard directly with his reddish - orange eyes.
"I have little patience for cowards and sneaky worms like you," he said, in a warning tone, "You either tell me what you put in her food, or I will be sure that your end is slow and painful."
Richard nodded desperately. "O - Okay, just … please, don't hurt me … "
"That won't be up to me, now will it?" Wesker said, smiling coldly.
Krauser forced Richard to his feet and dragged him down the hall. Richard wriggled just the slightest and looked up at him.
"Come on!" he insisted, "You despise her as well! You'd do the same thing!"
Krauser scoffed. "Please, don't lump me together with you," he snapped, "I would never take her down in such a cowardly way. If I wanted to fight her, I'd do it face - to - face."
Richard swallowed hard.
They moved into the research lab, where Ada was reviewing the results of the poison that Elizabeth had ingested. She turned in her chair and faced Wesker once she heard him enter.
"Well, the 'medicine' itself acts as a basic anti - strain against Elizabeth's genetic makeup," she told him, "The strain itself consists of various proteins and sodium citrate or sometimes used as an anti - coagulant. Elizabeth's blood is far thinner than the average human."
"In English?" Krauser asked, annoyed.
Ada sighed heavily and gave him a look before she glanced at Wesker. "Perhaps it would be best if I show you what happened."
She gestured to the microscope. Wesker frowned and leaned in to look. He noticed Elizabeth's cells running amok underneath the lens.
"Now, watch this." Ada continued.
She leaned in and injected the contents of a syringe onto the slide of Elizabeth's blood. Much to Wesker's surprise, the reaction was immediate. The blood began to turn blue, and then black. Finally, it started to bubble like hot water in a cooking pan.
Wesker ducked away just in time as the lens itself shattered into a million tiny pieces. He looked over at Krauser, who chuckled and shrugged his shoulders at what had happened.
"Tell me, Richard … " Wesker said, "How many of you know about this little … poison of yours?"
Richard trembled and struggled against Krauser's grip. "I - I don't know … "
"No?" Wesker said, as his voice his voice became taut with irritation.
Richard cried out in agony as Krauser twisted his arm so far back, the bone there inadvertently cracked with ease. Tears of pain filled his eyes and Ada had to look away.
"Tell me, Richard," Wesker ordered, "Or I'll just feed you to her so I can be done with this foolishness now."
Richard bit his lip, swallowing the rapid moans escaping him. "S - Seven of us … " he stammered, "Seven of us had one shot of the poison … "
"Names?" Wesker asked.
"Peter J - Jenkins … B - Bondra Ocampo … Greg Mueller ... Anna Bolt … Simon Barr … Gregory Cameron … and … me." Richard listed all of the named with pain and effort in his voice.
"Ages of the scientists?"
"Peter … 54…Bondra … 37 … Greg … 52 … Anna … deceased … Simon Barr … deceased … Gregory Cameron …44 … and me … 35 … "
Wesker smiled now. "Good."
Richard smiled in relief, but panicked as Krauser pulled him aside. "W - Wait, you said - - !"
Wesker chuckled. "I said it wasn't up to me, didn't I?"
Richard, terrified, screamed and struggled as he was dragged down the hallway.
O
Richard trembled desperately, gazing out into the rising sun. Krauser was smirking, watching him with folded arms across his chest.
"You know she's gonna kill you, right?" Richard whimpered.
"And I know I'm gonna kill you myself if you don't shut up." Krauser said, annoyed. He looked up and noticed a smoky wisp in the distance. He smiled at this and chuckled.
Krauser ducked out of the way as to avoid getting trampled by the rampaging revenant known as Elizabeth. She had seized Richard by the throat and her eyes flared red.
He whimpered desperately. "P - Please, don't … don't kill me, Elizabeth!" he begged, nearly crying, "I - I made you! I gave you life!"
Elizabeth nodded. "Yes, you did give me life," she told him, "You should have thought that out a little more carefully."
And with that, her mouth opened and she let loose a horrible snarl, sinking her teeth deep into his throat. Richard's body jerked in pain in her arms and he gurgled weakly.
Elizabeth let his body fall to the ground, throat gushing blood. His eyes were open lifelessly, mouth locked open in an eternal scream.
Wesker watched as Elizabeth fed with a satisfied smile before he returned to the laboratory where Ada was. She was researching the names and data he had requested.
"I found something interesting … " she told him. "There is a cult known as the Los Illuminados … they have come across parasites that … "
"I know … " Wesker replied. "I was to send you and Krauser to see what you can pick up."
Ada shook her head. "That's not all. I have found information regarding Elizabeth's mother," she continued, "Doctor Anna Bolt. It seems that she had been quite the researcher among Umbrella's top."
"And what of her father?" Wesker asked
"Doctor Thomas Bolt," Ada read, eyes fixed on screen, "Seems he was institutionalized after the death of his wife. The whole thing must've driven him crazy."
The two did not see Elizabeth standing there at the corner, listening to what they were saying. Her eyes were filled with pain and anger.
"Do you know where he is right now?" Wesker continued. He seemed to acknowledge Elizabeth there, but refused to vocalize it. Perhaps he wanted this for her. He knew such a personal mission would also work in his favor.
"Umbrella listed him placed at the Coburg Insane Asylum," Ada continued, "They had to move him there after the fall of Umbrella to avoid any issues with the press."
Wesker smiled. "He may know something that could be of use to me."
At that, Elizabeth disappeared out into the night.
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Krauser hurried down the halls, Louis tagging at his side. They were both breathless and yelling at each other. Apparently, Elizabeth's disappearance had now gotten to them.
"It was your fault!" Krauser spat.
"MINE?" Louis cried, "Who's the ass who forgot to charge the electric fence?"
"You're the one who left the front door unlocked!"
"Yeah, I kinda see no point in locking a fence when there's a woman who can jump twenty feet in the fucking air, asshole!" Louis shouted, "What the hell, man? Am I the only one who's got any brains?"
Wesker rounded the corner and frowned at the bickering. "What's the matter, boys?" he asked.
They jumped slightly and began to speak all at once. Wesker pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and sighed heavily.
"One at a time … " he said.
"Jack - Ass Krauser let Elizabeth dart off!" Louis shouted.
Krauser glared down at him. "You're cruising for a bruising you little shrimp!"
"That will be quite enough out of the both of you," Wesker scolded, irritated, "Now, I was fully aware of Elizabeth's departure from the very beginning. But you have nothing to worry about. She will come back to us in time."
"How do you know that?" Krauser asked, surprised.
Wesker smiled. "Call it a hunch, Jack Krauser," he told him, "Just call it a hunch."
Coburg
Orderlies were lying in pools of their own blood. Elizabeth walked barefoot through the pools of fleshy chunks and crimson. The usual clean, sterile floors were splattered with blood and dead bodies. Elizabeth was looking for him. The man called Thomas Bolt. The man who was her father.
She walked down the hallways, listening to the terrified, insane screaming of the patients. She ignored them and walked further down the hallways. She stopped at a door marked "T. Bolt" and a light smile touched her lips. She reached one hand and grasped the metal of the door, yanking it off of its hinges with ease.
It was barely lit inside the room. She spotted a figure sitting at the edge of the bed, features withered with age. His eyes alone told of his history.
"Thomas Bolt?" Elizabeth said.
The man shut his eyes weakly. "I knew you'd find me, daughter … " he whispered.
Elizabeth snorted coldly, voice filled with menace. "Do not call me that," she hissed, "You have no right to address me as your daughter."
Thomas rose on weakened limbs and faced her, his past and his sins.
"I didn't kno … " he began.
"DON'T!" Elizabeth shouted, loud enough to silence the patients in their cells.
Thomas flinched and whimpered quietly.
"You are the seventh person to tell me that," Elizabeth said, voice icy and chilling, "I killed so many people because you were too frightened to face them like a man. You let them take me away from my mother. She died trying to fight for me. But you … you ran like a whimpering dog. Am I wrong?"
Thomas was praying to himself, begging for forgiveness.
"AM … I … WRONG?" Elizabeth shouted again, eyes flaring red.
"N - No … " Thomas whimpered.
Elizabeth smiled, satisfied. "Yes, Thomas Bolt, father … Spencer was right about one thing … 'You either die a hero or you live long to see yourself become a villain' … so, which are you?"
"I made a mistake!" Thomas screamed, "I should not have let them do this to you!"
Elizabeth stared at him, eyes wide. "No, but you did. You did because you could not face them. You were a coward," she snarled, "A coward then and a coward now."
Thomas dropped to his knees and begged her with his eyes. "Elizabeth … " he pleaded.
"Why do you call me that?" she hissed, "Was that even my name?"
Thomas nodded his head. "We named you … after the first Queen of England. The first … " he managed, "The first … "
Elizabeth bent down to him and grabbed his head in both hands. "You decided my fate!" she shrieked, "You decided my fate before I was even able to walk? You made me this way! You had ever intention of doing this to me long before the fact!"
Thomas shook his head desperately. "What you are is my failure as a father … " he whispered, "But you have gone too far … "
Elizabeth paused for a brief moment, her eyes searching his face. Finally, she reached out, eyes still locked onto his.
"Give me your hand." she ordered.
Thomas hesitated, but winced as she seized his arm and placed his open palm against her stomach. He flinched somewhat, and then his eyes grew wide.
"I would not say you have failed entirely, father … " Elizabeth told him, "Not entirely."
Thomas' eyes remained wide. "They've … "
Elizabeth chuckled, bitterness there. "I remember receiving a letter from you, once as a child," she said, "Spencer gave it to me. At first, I thought it was just a joke played on by that feeble old fool. That was until I read the entire letter and knew that such words could only belong to the man who had made me in his image before I became the image of others.
You said in that letter, 'Humans fail where Gods shall triumph, but those made in the image of man are abominations and without purity'. I read this and realized that what I was was a sin in your eyes. I was nothing to you now that you had lost me. What they had made me into…is that what it was you hated?"
Thomas shook his head. "I loved you, Elizabeth!"
"No," Elizabeth said, sadly, "You loved what I had used to be. You wanted to change what could not be changed. To meet my real father, that was all what I aspired to do. But now that I have, I realize that he is no father to me."
Thomas' heart wrenched at this and he reached out to hold his daughter. Oddly, Elizabeth did not object, despite her aversion to touch. She placed her arms around him tightly.
"I would have done terrible things … I would destroy this wretched planet and its entire species … if you would have only loved me!" she whispered.
Finally, she began to asphyxiate Thomas. He struggled and grunted underneath her grip, but her ungodly strength surpassed his weak, old body. She stared straight ahead, smothering him entirely. She waited until he was still before releasing him. His dead body thumped to the floor.
Elizabeth watched the corpse for several moments before she huffed slightly.
"Is that what you had been waiting for?" she whispered, "Because that is all you deserve…"
She turned and walked out of the room, listening to the silent whispers of the patients in their cells. Terrified, nearly driven insane to the point of no return … and confused.
Elizabeth chuckled softly to herself.
She had once been that way.
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Note-Wow, that was kind of sad…