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Resident Evil- Lost Innocent, a fanfic by the notorious Jian DeLeon
Maxwell DeSantos wasn't your average teen. His parents, Manolito and Jacqueline divorced a few
months ago, so he and his father moved to New York from Raccoon City. His father worked for
Umbrella, he was your typical Harvard-grad scientist "my work is my life!" kind of person. He and
Max hardly ever talked, their father-son relationship was DOA from the day he was born. His dad
couldn't even make it to the hospital because they were doing some crap with plants down at the
lab. It took 16 years for Max's mother to finally not take anymore of the neglect and divorce
him. Soon afterward...
New York City... 1997
Max lay back in his comfortable bed. The somewhat chilly atmosphere was comfortable to him.
He was used to cold. After all, him and his father hardly ever hugged. He looked at the clock,
it was 3 AM. "I'd better get to sleep..." he thought. Finally... he drifted to slumber...
"Uhhh..."
"Wha... What the hell?!" Max looked around, he saw the source of the moan, a
grotesque zombie, skin falling from his face, his skin rotted to a pale greenish-gray. Its pupils
were a dark shade of white, its mouth hung open, the lips rotted away, revealing green gnashing
teeth. The zombie's once-presentable clothes were torn and unkempt, pieces of its left leg were
falling off as it walked, revealing the inner calf muscle. The stench of the ugly undead being
pierced his nose like a knife of foulness. "Crunch... crunch..." Max heard many footsteps
approaching. "Huh?! What... are... these... things?!" Max ran away, from them, heading into a
police station for a brief respite.
"Where... huff... am... puff... I?" Max continued panting,
he caught a red blur with his peripheral vision, he turned his head to the right... "WHAT THE
HELL?!" Max was staring at a horrifying creature, it's red muscles outside its body, pulsing
as it slowly approached him, it's brain beating at the top of its head, a long, winding tongue
waving in the air. Suddenly, the creature stopped. Max looked at it again... waiting...
for something... "POUNCE!" The creature leapt in the air, its tongue grabbing on to Max's neck,
cutting off all circulation-
"RING! RING!" Max opened his eyes and grabbed the ringing red Vtech phone next to him. "He...
Hello?"
"Max! It's dad, it seems your mother's been sick, and they need me here at the lab so
could you do-"
"You a favor and visit her?"
"Thanks Max!"
"Whatever dad... I'll leave at noon."
"It's already 1:00 PM."
"Wha?!" Max looked at his clock, "12:00" kept blinking.
"The power went out yesterday, I guess I forgot to tell you." "Yeah... thanks. I'm leaving soon,
I'll call you when I get there."
"Ok Max, be sure you do!"
"Yeah... k. Bye dad... you have fun playing God."
"Very funny... click." Max threw the cordless on his leopard print sheets as he helped
himself get into a pair of khaki cargo pants. He threw a red oxford shirt over his white tank
top and put on his shoes. "Might as well eat some brunch..." Max threw a pop tart in the toaster
oven and a burrito in the microwave. After both were done he grabbed a Coke and helped himself
out the apartment door. He made sure the door was locked before proceeding to the parking lot.
Spotting his red '95 Civic, he got in and started the car while munching on his Pop Tart. He
looked at his watch, it was 2:30, "Hmm... I'll probably be there by 6 or so if I leave now..."
He got in the car and started it. He pulled onto the insterstate... where cars were bumper
to bumper. "AW DAMMIT! Now I'm probably gonna be here for a few hours..."
By midnight, Max finally arrived in Racoon City, shops were closed, though he did see some
people walking on the sidewalks, he didn't pay much attention to them, even if they all seemed
to move somewhat drunkenly. Max found his mom's apartment, she shared it with his stepdad,
Daniel Frost, of the Racoon City Police Department. It was kinda late and he was tired from
driving, so he found his way inside the complex using his key, his mother's room was on the
second floor, he pushed the button for the elevator... it didn't seem to be working. "Kid...
get out of here... you don't wanna be here..." Max turned his head around no one seemed to be
around. "Get out... this place is going to hell... everything... everyone... go..." Max spotted
the guy sitting down in a chair in the lobby. He assumed the guy was drunk, he wasn't looking
too well. "Get out kid... leave..." Max decided to use the stairs, ignoring the drunk's ranting.
He found his mom's apartment and used his key to enter. He switched on the light, his stepdad
was sleeping on the couch, his face covered by a pillow, his body by a blanket. "Eww..." thought
Max, the place stunk... but he wasn't sure where the smell was coming from. "Uhh... Uhhh..."
Max heard moaning coming from his mother's room, he assumed it was her calling out in her sleep.
He proceeded to the guest room, which was somewhat dusty, but tolerable. A futon with a matress
on it lay on the floor. a pillow and a neatly folded white blanket lay stacked on top. Max closed
the door and lay down in the bed. His mother was still moaning, it spooked him a little but he
managed to go to sleep.
"Uhh... ohh... crunch... crunch..." Max woke up at 8 am. He heard two voices moaning, a male
and a female. He also heard crunching footsteps. "Mom! Is that you? Dan... Daniel?" There was no
answer... only the incessant moaning. Max was getting freaked he didn't know whether or not
to open the door, he got dressed first, just in case he needed to run out of there. "Crunch...
crunch..." "What... the... hell?" He reached for the doorknob and began to turn it... "No!"
He reeled back his hand, not ready to face what was beyond the door. "I... I can do this..." he
thought to himself. Quickly he opened the door, revealing his stepfather's rotting face... piles
of skin dropped to the floor, his arms were rotted, and a familiar smell gripped his nose. "OH
MY GOD! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?!" Max backed up, and Daniel lunged at him, falling at
his feet. "Ahh! What the hell are you doing Daniel?! Get the hell off me!" Max instinctively
kicked Daniel in the head, his foot making an uneasy "Squelch!" sound as the head flew into
the hallway and landed on the floor with a sickening "Thump!" Max looked down and threw up,
the sight of Daniel's rotted corpse sickened him, the fact that blood was flowing from
the crevice where his head normally is didn't help. Max ran out of the room, spotting Daniel's
Desert Eagle on the coffee table, still in its holster. He picked it up and rushed to his mom's
room, finding himself hesitating to open the door. "Uhh... ohh..." He heard his mother moaning.
He was sure he was never going to sleep ever again. Not after what he just saw... and did.
He took a deep breath and closed his eyes as he opened the door and pointed the gun out. He
opened his eyes slowly, staring at the bed. "BLEAARGGH!" Max threw up once again. He was appalled
by the grotesque sight of his mother... lying in a pool of her own blood, her limbs rotted
off...
"Oh my God... this is one hell of a messed-up nightmare I'm having... I'm in the Twilight
fricking Zone or something... This can't be true... this is too damn freaky... It's not true..."
His mother's white pupils seemed to be staring straight at him, her face now rotted and gray, her
once-lustrous black hair now mixed with blood and chunks of skin. "Sorry Mom... This is for your
own good." Max pointed the gun at her head. He closed his eyes... "BLAM!" He didn't bother
to see if he hit his target. Max was too shocked to, he had just killed his mother after all.
"I've got to get the hell out of here..." He looked out the window. Daniel's police car was
parked just below the window. Outside there were the zombies of about 5 homeless people. "He's
probably got more ammo in there... I've got to get to that car... and get the hell out of this
place!" Max searched Daniel's body, and found the car keys he'd been looking for. He cautiously
opened the door leading to the rest of the apartment complex, the creak echoed throughout the
hallway... followed by moans he had come to hate. "There's no telling how many zombies there are
out there. My best bet is to get out using the window. Damn... this is great... I'm Ash from Army
Of Darkness now... what I wouldn't do for a chainsaw hand." Max kind of laughed at the thought.
He lifted the window up and looked down, if he jumped at the right angle he'd fall a few feet,
but the hood of the car should break his fall. "Here I go!" Max jumped out the window. "SLAM!"
"AHH! SHIIIIIT that HURT!" Max landed on his right arm, nothing was broken but it hurt like hell.
The zombies started to slowly approach him. "BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!" Max took out three with his
stepdad's magnum. The blowback almost knocked him on the ground, he searched his pockets for the
keys to Daniel's squad car. "Grroowll.... HOOOWWWL!" Max heard the barking of dogs in the
distance, he didn't want to see where it was coming from. "Ah! Got em!" Max quickly unlocked the
car door and stepped in the driver's side. Inside were more bullets for the magnum, as well as a
shotgun located in between the seats. "Aw HELL yeah!" Max backed up the car, rolling on the
bodies of two zombies in the process, and drove off, trying to find other survivors, and a way
out of this hell...
TO BE CONTINUED.
questions?
djheat@hotmail.com
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· ` part one
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Resident Evil- Lost Innocent, a fanfic by the notorious Jian DeLeon
Maxwell DeSantos wasn't your average teen. His parents, Manolito and Jacqueline divorced a few
months ago, so he and his father moved to New York from Raccoon City. His father worked for
Umbrella, he was your typical Harvard-grad scientist "my work is my life!" kind of person. He and
Max hardly ever talked, their father-son relationship was DOA from the day he was born. His dad
couldn't even make it to the hospital because they were doing some crap with plants down at the
lab. It took 16 years for Max's mother to finally not take anymore of the neglect and divorce
him. Soon afterward...
New York City... 1997
Max lay back in his comfortable bed. The somewhat chilly atmosphere was comfortable to him.
He was used to cold. After all, him and his father hardly ever hugged. He looked at the clock,
it was 3 AM. "I'd better get to sleep..." he thought. Finally... he drifted to slumber...
"Uhhh..."
"Wha... What the hell?!" Max looked around, he saw the source of the moan, a
grotesque zombie, skin falling from his face, his skin rotted to a pale greenish-gray. Its pupils
were a dark shade of white, its mouth hung open, the lips rotted away, revealing green gnashing
teeth. The zombie's once-presentable clothes were torn and unkempt, pieces of its left leg were
falling off as it walked, revealing the inner calf muscle. The stench of the ugly undead being
pierced his nose like a knife of foulness. "Crunch... crunch..." Max heard many footsteps
approaching. "Huh?! What... are... these... things?!" Max ran away, from them, heading into a
police station for a brief respite.
"Where... huff... am... puff... I?" Max continued panting,
he caught a red blur with his peripheral vision, he turned his head to the right... "WHAT THE
HELL?!" Max was staring at a horrifying creature, it's red muscles outside its body, pulsing
as it slowly approached him, it's brain beating at the top of its head, a long, winding tongue
waving in the air. Suddenly, the creature stopped. Max looked at it again... waiting...
for something... "POUNCE!" The creature leapt in the air, its tongue grabbing on to Max's neck,
cutting off all circulation-
"RING! RING!" Max opened his eyes and grabbed the ringing red Vtech phone next to him. "He...
Hello?"
"Max! It's dad, it seems your mother's been sick, and they need me here at the lab so
could you do-"
"You a favor and visit her?"
"Thanks Max!"
"Whatever dad... I'll leave at noon."
"It's already 1:00 PM."
"Wha?!" Max looked at his clock, "12:00" kept blinking.
"The power went out yesterday, I guess I forgot to tell you." "Yeah... thanks. I'm leaving soon,
I'll call you when I get there."
"Ok Max, be sure you do!"
"Yeah... k. Bye dad... you have fun playing God."
"Very funny... click." Max threw the cordless on his leopard print sheets as he helped
himself get into a pair of khaki cargo pants. He threw a red oxford shirt over his white tank
top and put on his shoes. "Might as well eat some brunch..." Max threw a pop tart in the toaster
oven and a burrito in the microwave. After both were done he grabbed a Coke and helped himself
out the apartment door. He made sure the door was locked before proceeding to the parking lot.
Spotting his red '95 Civic, he got in and started the car while munching on his Pop Tart. He
looked at his watch, it was 2:30, "Hmm... I'll probably be there by 6 or so if I leave now..."
He got in the car and started it. He pulled onto the insterstate... where cars were bumper
to bumper. "AW DAMMIT! Now I'm probably gonna be here for a few hours..."
By midnight, Max finally arrived in Racoon City, shops were closed, though he did see some
people walking on the sidewalks, he didn't pay much attention to them, even if they all seemed
to move somewhat drunkenly. Max found his mom's apartment, she shared it with his stepdad,
Daniel Frost, of the Racoon City Police Department. It was kinda late and he was tired from
driving, so he found his way inside the complex using his key, his mother's room was on the
second floor, he pushed the button for the elevator... it didn't seem to be working. "Kid...
get out of here... you don't wanna be here..." Max turned his head around no one seemed to be
around. "Get out... this place is going to hell... everything... everyone... go..." Max spotted
the guy sitting down in a chair in the lobby. He assumed the guy was drunk, he wasn't looking
too well. "Get out kid... leave..." Max decided to use the stairs, ignoring the drunk's ranting.
He found his mom's apartment and used his key to enter. He switched on the light, his stepdad
was sleeping on the couch, his face covered by a pillow, his body by a blanket. "Eww..." thought
Max, the place stunk... but he wasn't sure where the smell was coming from. "Uhh... Uhhh..."
Max heard moaning coming from his mother's room, he assumed it was her calling out in her sleep.
He proceeded to the guest room, which was somewhat dusty, but tolerable. A futon with a matress
on it lay on the floor. a pillow and a neatly folded white blanket lay stacked on top. Max closed
the door and lay down in the bed. His mother was still moaning, it spooked him a little but he
managed to go to sleep.
"Uhh... ohh... crunch... crunch..." Max woke up at 8 am. He heard two voices moaning, a male
and a female. He also heard crunching footsteps. "Mom! Is that you? Dan... Daniel?" There was no
answer... only the incessant moaning. Max was getting freaked he didn't know whether or not
to open the door, he got dressed first, just in case he needed to run out of there. "Crunch...
crunch..." "What... the... hell?" He reached for the doorknob and began to turn it... "No!"
He reeled back his hand, not ready to face what was beyond the door. "I... I can do this..." he
thought to himself. Quickly he opened the door, revealing his stepfather's rotting face... piles
of skin dropped to the floor, his arms were rotted, and a familiar smell gripped his nose. "OH
MY GOD! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?!" Max backed up, and Daniel lunged at him, falling at
his feet. "Ahh! What the hell are you doing Daniel?! Get the hell off me!" Max instinctively
kicked Daniel in the head, his foot making an uneasy "Squelch!" sound as the head flew into
the hallway and landed on the floor with a sickening "Thump!" Max looked down and threw up,
the sight of Daniel's rotted corpse sickened him, the fact that blood was flowing from
the crevice where his head normally is didn't help. Max ran out of the room, spotting Daniel's
Desert Eagle on the coffee table, still in its holster. He picked it up and rushed to his mom's
room, finding himself hesitating to open the door. "Uhh... ohh..." He heard his mother moaning.
He was sure he was never going to sleep ever again. Not after what he just saw... and did.
He took a deep breath and closed his eyes as he opened the door and pointed the gun out. He
opened his eyes slowly, staring at the bed. "BLEAARGGH!" Max threw up once again. He was appalled
by the grotesque sight of his mother... lying in a pool of her own blood, her limbs rotted
off...
"Oh my God... this is one hell of a messed-up nightmare I'm having... I'm in the Twilight
fricking Zone or something... This can't be true... this is too damn freaky... It's not true..."
His mother's white pupils seemed to be staring straight at him, her face now rotted and gray, her
once-lustrous black hair now mixed with blood and chunks of skin. "Sorry Mom... This is for your
own good." Max pointed the gun at her head. He closed his eyes... "BLAM!" He didn't bother
to see if he hit his target. Max was too shocked to, he had just killed his mother after all.
"I've got to get the hell out of here..." He looked out the window. Daniel's police car was
parked just below the window. Outside there were the zombies of about 5 homeless people. "He's
probably got more ammo in there... I've got to get to that car... and get the hell out of this
place!" Max searched Daniel's body, and found the car keys he'd been looking for. He cautiously
opened the door leading to the rest of the apartment complex, the creak echoed throughout the
hallway... followed by moans he had come to hate. "There's no telling how many zombies there are
out there. My best bet is to get out using the window. Damn... this is great... I'm Ash from Army
Of Darkness now... what I wouldn't do for a chainsaw hand." Max kind of laughed at the thought.
He lifted the window up and looked down, if he jumped at the right angle he'd fall a few feet,
but the hood of the car should break his fall. "Here I go!" Max jumped out the window. "SLAM!"
"AHH! SHIIIIIT that HURT!" Max landed on his right arm, nothing was broken but it hurt like hell.
The zombies started to slowly approach him. "BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!" Max took out three with his
stepdad's magnum. The blowback almost knocked him on the ground, he searched his pockets for the
keys to Daniel's squad car. "Grroowll.... HOOOWWWL!" Max heard the barking of dogs in the
distance, he didn't want to see where it was coming from. "Ah! Got em!" Max quickly unlocked the
car door and stepped in the driver's side. Inside were more bullets for the magnum, as well as a
shotgun located in between the seats. "Aw HELL yeah!" Max backed up the car, rolling on the
bodies of two zombies in the process, and drove off, trying to find other survivors, and a way
out of this hell...
TO BE CONTINUED.
questions?
djheat@hotmail.com