Resident Evil: Code Canary
By: Kupokid777
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Disclaimer: *Sigh, cough, choke* You know, you know, I don't own Resident Evil.
Capcom does! It sucks to be us! If they try to sue me, hey, they are suing for zip!
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It was the middle of a very boring, senseless 3rd period. Alex Garcia,
Dazzler Yoko, and Chenae Patrick sat bored in their history class. Alex, Dazzler,
and Chenae watched in agony as their history teacher, Mr. Makellan, wrote the word,
"Containment," on the large white-board that sat isolated in the front of the room.
He placed the red marker in the pocket of his beige dress pants, adjusting his
checkered tie, rolling up the sleeves of his white shirt. His black hair was slicked back
in a cool way, nd he had peircing, baby blue eyes. As he turned to face the board,
he placed his hand on the word he had previously wrote.

"Alright class, quiet down!?!? Mr. Garcia, can you tell me, what does the
word containment mean. You shouldn't get this wrong, for you should know it
from your reading asignment from chapter 7 last night." Mr. Makellan placed his
hands in his pockets and watched as Alex sat in thought. Alex had ebony black hair,
that was fairly short. His chestnut brown eyes always seemed to glisten when the
other kids looked into them for some reason. He wore a blue, sleeveless shirt, with
denim shorts that were aqua blue. He had worn out sneakers that seemes to totally
contradict his outfit. As he fumbled for the right words, he began to speak in a
stuttering voice.

"Well uh... containment was, uh....?" He turned to Chenae, jesturing
a shrug of his shoulders.

"Silly! Commmunism!" She gave a slight giggle, starightening her red
skirt, crossing her arms making interweaving folds in her pink shirt. Her sandy blond
hair was tied up in a pink ribbon, and she wore pink lipstick. She wore red high-heels
as she clapped them together to spark an answer in Alex's mind.

"MISS PATRICK! IF YOU WOULD KINDLY STOP HELPING MR.
GARCIA! NOW YOU CAN ANSWER THE QUESTION!" Chanae recieved a series
of scornful looks and fingerpointing from her very strict history teacher.

"Yes Mr. Makellan," Chenae replied, getting up from her seat, staring at
the carpeted floor," Containment was the plan to keep the expansion of communism
and to keep it from worsening and spreading, and to stop its furhter development."
She looked up at him with a smile on her baby face.

"Looks like you did your reading Chenae, but next time, let's keep it to
ourselves. The answer that is." He looked upon the class as he began to write a
series of notes under the red word on the ivory white board.

"Mr. M. Will these notes be included in our assessment of our
notebooks organization and neatness, as well as cleanliness?" Dazzler piped up,
in a cheery voice. He had spiky blond hair with chatreuse green eyes and a pointy
chin. He wore a green jacket with the letter "D" initialed on the back. He wore dove
black denim pants, and green shoes with tears in the footing.

"Yes Mr. Yoko, Now hurry and copy down your notes, the bell will be
ringing..." He was interrupted by a startling sound.

"BRING!!!!!" The passing period bell alarmed and soon the room was
filled with laughter and chatter. Kids filed out of the class room, except for a couple
which included Chenae, Dazzler and Alex.

"Remember to read chapters 1-56 tonight and do the assessment
question at the end of each chapter! They are due in three weeks, so you had better
get started." Mr. Makellan wailed over all the commotion, waving the kids out of
his room.

"Hey, Dazz, Chenae, want to come to my house for pizza pie tonight?"
Alex turned to them with a puzzling look and expression on his deadbeat face. "What
is that in your hand Chenae?" He looked coldly upon her hands, finding a folded
note, sprayed with perfume of some sort.

"It's for this hunk at the police station! He has blond hair and blue eyes
ad he has a badge and a gun and a........" She continued on, grasping the note in
folded arms close to her chest.

"I knew she was crazy! The guy's gotta' be like 30 or something!" Alex
placed is hand to his forehead in astonishment.

"Actually he's a new recruit. He is here on some top secret project. I
bumped into him at the store. He told me a secret. Some mad scientist organization's
mansion is no longer dorman." She flippd back her head.
Her hair carressed her shoulders, giving her a delightful feeling.

"Aren't you a wee bit young Chenae?" Dazzler speculated, pointing his
finger to the ceiling. "Hey guys, look the lights are flickering!"

"It's never to soon to fall in love Dazzy-boy! And lose the Irish accent!"
She place her hand to her mouth and began to giggle. "And want to hear something
utterly ludicrus! This Umbrella evil scientist organization plans to test this virus on
us, here in Racoon City! Hah! That old wives tale from 33 years ago!" She began
laughing hysterically.

"That's a generation!" Dazzler said. "Guys, the lights a little dimmer than
the usual, think somethings wrong with the generators?"

"Get this guys! This Umbrella organization, according to my love, Ah!
According to my love, Detective Emerson, this organization metamorphed numerous
amounts of humans into test tube monsters and in you get bit, just once, and the
T-Virus makes contact with your blood, you are as good as DEAD!" She rolled her
eyes in annoyment. "Childish, isn't it?"

Just then, the lights gave one final flicker, and then shot pitch black,
letting loose a scream from every room in the entire school.