Author's notes 1: This story is based in the S.D Perry Resident Evil Universe, but also in the game's universe. Also I don't have any right's nor claims to Resident evil, Rebecca, Forrest, Wesker or any other copyrighted character, that hell belongs to Capcom and their buddies.
Resident Evil
"Bravo"
By: NeoMoon
Prologue:
Darkness surrounded the small clearing, as he stepped into it, he looked up at the cloud streaked night, and sighed, his breath emerging in a whisping mist. He could still smell it, the burning wreckage of the small police helicopter about half a mile back. In a way it was a nice smell, maybe something that would send a dog drooling. He shuddered, the memories of the past half-hour surging forward in his mind. Was it the smell that brought them? He didn't know, but as the night around him silenced, he found he didn't really care, all he knew was that he had to start moving again before those beast returned, he just prayed that the others were fine. He quickly felt the necklace under his shirt, a gift from a friend, then started running again. "Good luck 'Becca." He whispered as he ducked back into the forest.
His name was Forrest, leader of the STARS bravo team, and at this point all he really knew was that nothing had gone as planned, and that something wanted him dead. As he turned into a narrow path once probably used by hikers in a far off time he thought of it, how simple it sounded as Wesker told them. They were to conduct a reconcoince of the mountains downward slop, nothing to it. He laughed at that, at how simple it sounded, how he so stupidly thought that.
There was a howl in the distance; he stopped, raising his berreta, the only think he was able to grab before the shit hit the fan. His breath was heavy, the air around him cool and moist, a storm was coming he could feel it. Another howl, closer, but still pretty far away. His father would have laughed now. *Clear your head man!* He scolded himself. He waited another moment, his weapon clenched tightly in his hand. Nothing. He released the air he didn't know he was holding, then started running again, slower this time.
* * *
What the hell was going on!
She was running, tree branches hitting her, scratching her. She could still feel the warm moist breath on her face, as the fangs of the, of the, she couldn't even explain it got ever closer to her. If it wasn't for Rich she didn't know what would have happened. Now though.
It was dark, and she was alone in this damn maze like forest, the creatures not far behind her. She was tired, so tired, her legs burned, her chest felt about to burst.
Creak!
She stopped; spinning round she grabbed the small mace can from her hip holster, and held it out before her. "Good luck this will do you, 'Becca girl." She whispered to herself as the sound got closer.
Nothing, no owls, no bugs, all she could hear was her own heavy breathing. She sighed in relief and lowered the mace. With one final look she started running again, hoping that the mental picture of the map Wesker had shown them was correct.
Before she knew it she was there, at the far end of the clearing, she could see it up ahead, the old mansion. She gulped, even from a quarter mile away the place looked foreboding. She took a awkward step forward then another, soon she found herself running toward it, praying silently that she could make it there safely, at the same time wondering why Wesker told them to stay away from this area.
Almost there! So close! She could make out the texture's now, the simple wood that the mansion was made of. She hurried up the short staircase and slammed into the door. She grabbed at the handle, pulling at it madly. "No, no, no!" She slammed her fist against it, and started pulling and turning the handle again. "Open, damn you, open!"
HOWL!
Her hands fell to there sides limply, and slowly, her whole body resisting the movement turned, her eyes filling with fear as she saw it slowly moving toward her. It's puss infested, sore covered face appearing to be smiling as it slowly walked toward her. A dog? No, it couldn't be a dog; dogs weren't skinned of their flesh, and had bleeding sores covering their entire body.
She tried to breath but couldn't. She moved her mouth trying to from words, but there was no use, no one would hear her it was all over, she knew it was. The dog creature was closer, she could smell it's breath now, so close, she could remember the teeth so close to her face, it's salvia dripping onto her check. She cringed, and shut her eyes tight as it jumped up, meaning to take her.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
The dog creature yelped, then fell to the ground with a sickening thud. Rebecca slowly opened her eyes and let out a small sigh of relief. The dog was barely an inch away from her.
"You alright!?"
Rebecca looked toward her right to see to figures move out of the shadows. Her eyes went wide as they finely came into view. "Forrest, Rich!" She screamed, and ran at them, throwing her arms around both men. "I thought I was the only one." She said, tears starting to run down her face.
Forrest laid his hand on her head, running his hand down her short brown hair. "Yeah, but I think it's just us." He backed away from her, then looked over at Rich. "The 'Copter, what do you think happened?"
Rich shook his head and looked down at the blackened ground. "I don't really know." He looked back up at Forrest, his dark blue eyes staring directly Forrest. "Enrico and I just ran a service on it last week."
Forrest nodded, then turned his attention to the mansion. "The Spencer Estate." He said, his voice an awed whisper. He turned back and looked at his to companions. "When I was a kid, I used to hear that this place was hunted by the architect, who went mad and killed himself." He walked up the small stairway and tired the door, cursing under his breath when it wouldn't budge. "The kids used to say that he throw himself off the roof, when it was completed." A slight shiver ran up his spine, and he looked back at the building. "But right now old fireside stories aren't the problem." He looked back at Rich and Rebecca. "We got real monsters to worry about."
Rich looked down at the dog, and nodded. "But if that was the only one."
Forrest shook his head. "No chances. There could be more, and the way I see it, this house is our only safe haven."
Rich was about to object when a howl was heard far off.
Forrest smiled, and kicked the door. There was a loud cracking noise, but the door didn't budge.
Rich turned and let out a gasp. "Forrest man hurry!" He screamed the panic evident in his voice.
Rebecca turned, and found what Rich was so worried about. Three more of the dog creatures had appeared from the clearing's edge and were advancing quickly. "Shit Forrest hurry!"
Forrest kicked the door again, again nothing happened. Rebecca turned back, the dogs were less then twenty feet away.
Forrest kicked the door again. Nothing.
Ten feet.
He kicked it again. This time it made a loud creaking sound, but still didn't open.
Three feet.
"Damn it!" Forrest screamed, kicking the door as hard as he could, sending the heavy oak flying inward, till it hit the wall. "In Now!" He yelled, moving to the side, so Rebecca and Rich could duck into the house. When they were in he threw himself through the doorway, barely missing the dog. "Shut the door. Now!" He screamed as he scrambled to his feet, and drew his weapon.
Rebecca grabbed the door, and flung it, sending it crashing into its frame. There was a loud thud outside. But nothing but them made it through the door.
Forrest turned in a three sixty, taking in the front room of the mansion. It was like an old movie. The center of the room was taken up by a grand staircase, which led midway to a balcony like second floor, then split into to different smaller stairwells. To his left was a double French style oak door. To his right were two more doors. He sighed and walked over to the staircase, collapse onto them, with a heavy sigh.
"We should wait here." He said, his voice calm. "Wesker will surely send in the Alpha team once we haven't reported in."
Rich shook his head and stepped forward. "I don't think that's a good idea." He looked over at Rebecca, then back at Forrest. "We aren't even supposed to be here, remember."
Forrest nodded. "I know, but we should stay here wait for help, and . . ."
"What, starve to death!" Rich interrupted, his voice, filled with a dangerous edge.
There was and odd silence for a few moments, then Rebecca turned, and placed her ear on the door. "Gun shoots." She looked back at the others.
Forrest stood up and ran to the door. Rebecca didn't have a gun, but Rich did. "Come on, it might be one of the others!"
Rich stared at him for a moment, then backed away. "No way are you nuts!"
Forrest hissed then threw the door open, and stepped outside. The door closed behind him
Two of them were running toward the house, the one limping badly and half be dragged by the other. Both were shooting at the dog creature's that were running toward them from both sides.
"Hurry!" He screamed, and ran down the stairs toward the two, taking a few shoots at a dog as it bared to close to one of the men, sending it flying back and hitting the cold ground dead.
He ran forward, grabbing the limping man's other arm, and taking it around his shoulder, and hurried back toward the house.
One off the dogs jumped, Forrest dropped down, spinning around as he did, drawing his berreta forward, and quickly pulling the trigger in a rapid movement. The dog jerked in the air, then fell limply to the ground.
"Move!" Forrest yelled, then grabbed the limping man and ran for the door, which suddenly opened. Rebecca ran out, Rich's berreta clenched tightly in her hand. Forrest knew she was a good shoot, they had qualified together, he just hoped the pressure wouldn't get to her.
"Come on!" She screamed, then took a shoot at one the dogs, hitting it squarely in the head, sending it backwards, dead instantly.
They were there. Rebecca covered them while they ran through the door well. The door slammed, and Forrest turned to see Rebecca leaning against it, breathing heavily.
"You alright?" He asked taking a step forward. She nodded and pushed herself off the door and walked over to the two men. Forrest knew them; they had only joined the STARS recently. Kenneth and Enrico.
Rebecca was next to Enrico, looking at his leg. It was good she was there, her experience in the medical field was a great asset right now.
"Well?" Forest asked, kneeling down next to her.
"It's sprained." She looked up at him, and he could see the determination in her eyes. He'd seen that look before, in the gulf when he was in the Special Forces. Young privates just out of training. He liked seeing that in her, it meant she wouldn't give easily. "He should be fine." She finished, cutting through Forrest's thoughts.
He shook his head and gave her a goofy smile. "Good." He stood up and looked at the other two men. He sighed, and gave the room another look around. "Strange." He said finally. "I'd think that an abandoned mansion wouldn't be so." He paused a second, trying to find the words. "Well kept."
Kenneth nodded, but Rich just stared ahead, looking at the stairwell, his face and eyes oddly expressionless.
"I think." Rich started, shoving his hands in his pockets. "That we should take a look around."
Forrest nodded, then started up the stairwell. "Fine by me." He turned and looked at the remainder of his team, his soul growing heavier with each face his gaze past over. It was his fault, he knew it now. His poor leadership had cost them.
"We'll split up. 'Becca, you go with Rich." He looked over toward the two doors on his left and nodded to them. "Try them. Enrico, Ken, your with me."
The two men nodded and walked over to the bottom of the stairs.
"If anything goes wrong, ANYTHING. Come back here."
All nodded, and then departed to their separate paths. Rebecca looked back as walked through the old door, catching a final glimpse of Forrest before the door closed behind her, and her mission with Rich began.
End Prologue