For those who read my Death Battle story, you should know about Eric Winters, the Resident Evil OC who won in his Death Battle debut. However, he has never been introduced in an actual story, because the user who submitted him, who requested to stay anonymous, was kinda cheeks at writing. So they asked me to tell his story, making whatever changes I wanted to make it a good story. So I took his character story and combined that with shit that I thought sounded cool.

Thus, this was born. My first Resident Evil fic, a franchise I have been a fan of for years now, ever since I played through RE5 as a kid. I hope I do the games justice.

And if you're going to read this, skip chapter 3, fight 2, in my Death Battle story so you don't get spoilers.

Disclaimer: I do not own Resident Evil. That honor goes to Capcom.

Today's top story of the night-

Serial Killer Eric Galvan-

-Still at large-

-over 20 confirmed kil-

Armed and dang-

If you have any inform-

Targeting his own fam-

3 more gone missing in East Texas

Rosemary Winters yet to be found-

-Click-

Chicago, Illinois

Sandra woke up, blinking the sleep out of her eyes, before wincing. Her head was pounding! She could hear some muffled voices, probably from the T.V, but couldn't make out any words through the blood rushing into her ears.

How drunk was she last night?

Groaning, Sandra turned over to see a small pill bottle, reading Headache Meditation.

She sighed in relief, taking a couple of pills into her mouth, downing a glass of water that was beside it. Settling back into bed, listening to the T.V drone on as white noise, she slowly started to fall back asleep. But then, the television turned off, and she heard a growl.

How drunk was she last night?!

Carefully, she opened her eyes once more to see a dark head of hair on tanned, brown skin. The man was shirtless, and had his back facing her, so she could just make out the black rose tattoo on the small of his back. He had on a pair of black pants, and leather boots (Was that a knife tucked into his boots? What the fuck?!).

Suddenly, the man turned to face her, and Sandra recognized him instantly. How could she not, when his face was all over the news for years? She locked eyes, her hazel to his bright, electric blue, with Eric Galvan.

How drunk was she last night!?

They just stared at each other for ages, neither able to say anything out of shock. Finally, Eric took the initiative, "Uhhh, hey?"

Sandra screamed, loudly.

That seemed like the cue for the rest of the world to wake up, as sirens immediately started blaring outside, red and blue lights coming through the blinds of the window, casting a pretty background on the wall beside Sandra. Eric started back up, running to his duffel bag that was in the corner and opening it wide, pulling out a grey, short-sleeved shirt that he quickly put on, and a long red leather trench coat. Swinging the trench coat on, he then started pulling out a few bags, which he stuffed in his pockets, and finally, his two guns, affectionately named Pride and Prejudice.

Eric looked at Sandra, giving her a once over, then smirked, pumping his fist. "Thanks for last night. I really needed that. And for the record, your boyfriend is a dick, and toxic as hell. He don't deserve you, chop his dick off, and all that shit. Later, Sandy." Then, he walked out the door, leaving Sandra behind, looking confused and scared out of her mind.

How drunk was she last night?

The minute Eric emerged from the door, every cop had their gun trained on him. Snipers on the roof were watching, as evident from the laser dots on his forehead. "Eric Galvan," screamed a cop with a megaphone, "We have you surrounded. Give up now, put down your weapons, and put your hands up!" Eric chucked, putting his guns into his holsters, "That line was mighty cliché of you officer, but if you insist!" Eric threw his hands up, and pressed a button on his gloves.

Everything behind the police exploded. Cops were thrown forward by the Shockwave, and Eric moved.

Jumping into the fray, Eric whipped his pistols out and shot cops in the head left and right, rubber bullets knocking them right the fuck out. Slowly, the police were coming to their senses and shot at Galvan, but the shots were sloppy and Eric was able to flip around them, guns still blazing. The cop with the megaphone pulled out his pistol, but was interrupted by his wrist being grabbed and he was judo-flipped over Eric's soldier. The elusive serial killer dodged bullets, kicking the shit out of any cop that got too close, and in a matter of minutes, every cop was on the floor, groaning and moaning with pain, or simply unconscious.

Eric wasted no time and sprinted to his motorcycle, revving the engine and taking off to the address he got from the warehouse he raided last week. As he sped off from the scene, Sandra showed up at the door, seeing the fires crackling and so many people knocked out, she shivered, and closed her door, promising to never touch a sip of alcohol again, and to talk to her soon-to-be-ex boyfriend.

Special Agent Cole Spencer has been in this business for going on 20 years now. Graduated top of his class at the academy, one of the best arrest records to date, and a beautiful wife with a couple of kids as well. His life is only missing one thing..

The capture of Eric Galvan.

He was assigned to his case 3 YEARS ago, after he'd been at large for well over a year. Out of anyone, he's come the closest to finally putting that monster in cuffs, but he could never get the job done no matter how hard he tried. He became obsessed with him, slaving over previous case files, ignoring meals with his family, and just turning into an all-around asshole to everyone he knew. But it would all be worth it in the end once Eric Galvan is behind bars.

This leads us to now, where he's using Eric's cousin, Alyssa, as bait to draw him out. Thanks to the intel he got from a bartender local to here, he knew where Eric was and dispatched a squad to hopefully bring him in, but he knew they'd just slow him down. They'd be fine, though, because even four years later, Galvan hasn't killed a single cop.

Alyssa, however, is actually in danger of being killed, and Spencer knows this. She was put into protection weeks ago, and Cole decided to finally take in Galvan once and for all. Every cop in a 15 mile radius is here, guarding Alyssa's house. He has a platoon in the sewers, several more guarding every entrance, and even more in the house, that can come outside at a moments notice if need be.

'There is no way Eric Galvan could get through this barricade.' He thought, 'Absolutely no way in hell!'

An engine sounded, putting everyone on edge. "Did... did anyone hear that?" asked a newbie officer, only joining the force a few days ago. "Prepare for contact!" screamed Cole, and the field came alive. Everyone scrambled into place, guns trained on where they hear the engine coming. Then- "Is that... another one?" asked Seargent William Burkes. More and more engines started sounding, seemingly surrounding the stunned Seargent. "Aren't we downhill from a parking lot?" Asked another Detective, "You don't think..."

They had no more time to speak, because a second later, cars started rushing downhill.

"Scatter!!" screamed someone, no one knows who, but they listened nevertheless. The whole formation was thrown into disarray as the cars kept coming down. Those that were on target slammed into the house, breaking walls and cabinets. Cops did their best to hold a line, but were quickly thwarted when a Ford-F150 came bowling through their formation like a hot knife through butter. Then, zooming downhill like a bat out of hell, was Eric Galvan, pistols drawn and aiming at every cop unlucky enough to cross his eyes Just like a certain Special Agent.

The last thing Cole saw that day was Eric Galvan pressing another button, and every car exploded.

Walking through the wreckage, Eric quickly knocked out any cop that wasn't already unconscious. He unloaded his clip full of rubber ammunition, before loading in a different clip, the sheen of the metal inside catching the sun's rays.

Galvan kicked down the door, guns still drawn. "Oh Alyssa!!" He called. Alyssa was huddled in a corner, hand over her ears. Eric aimed down the sights, and pulled the trigger.

By the time backup arrived, the house was completely leveled, and there was no sign of Eric or Alyssa. There was just a black substance leaking through a grate.

"I need every officer on Chicago Highway! We found Galvan! He's heading South!"

The police radio blared in Eric's ears while he was going well over 100 on the highway, weaving in and out of lanes and the path of cars. Sirens blared behind him, and he couldn't contain his annoyed sigh. "They just don't give up, do they?"

Aiming his weapon behind him, he fired twice and the cop car's front tire popped, sending them careening off the road. Once that went down, five more took it's place, as well as a police helicopter. Eric just smiled, throwing down a couple of disc- shaped projectiles in front of the cops, pressing down on a button. Immediately, the discs exploded with air, sending the cars ass over end, and flipping onto their backs.

The helicopter moved from overhead to in front of him, turning to the side to allow the gunner a better position to hit him. Unfortunately, Eric was behind a truck that had a conveniently ramp-shaped back. Pulling the throttle, Eric's bike shot up the ramp, and in midair, threw another disc at the rotors of the chopper, passing through the middle of the helicopter, and back onto the road. The disc made contact and ice spread across the engine, freezing the blades.

The helicopter fell behind Eric, who continued to ride off into the distance, leaving Chicago behind him.

A/N: So! New story, new premise. I don't know about ya'll but I'm really excited for this.