Title: A mercenary's tale (Part 1)
Author: Michael Dunbar
Summary: A personal vendetta takes Xander back to Sunnydale.
Disclaimer: Nothing, I own nothing. Joss owns Buffy. Whoever owns the resident evil tale owns that.
Timeline: After season 6
Spoilers: Season 6
Author's notes: () is for thoughts
"" is for speech.
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The blood thumps in his ears, Xander cringes as he feels himself drift back into consciousness, despite trying as hard as he can to stay asleep. The pain wracks his body and he convulses, unable to scream as his body feels ignited. The bullet wounds in his legs feel like insect bites compared to the pain of whatever is afflicting his body at present.
Two arms hold him down, or try to at least. They are only small arms and from what Xander can tell seem to be that of a woman's.
Her voice breaks into the silence"Inject him with the antivirus".
"What's the point, no one's ever come back from being this far gone. The guy's been bitten by loads of them things, he's infected to the max.." A rougher voice replies "We might as well just blow his fucking head off".
A gun cocking alerts Xander and brings him out of his semi conscious, pain filled, state; Xander grabs the hand holding the gun and squeezes it as tightly as he can.
The man grunts in pain and drops the gun instantly, recoiling away from Xander as well.
"I'm not dead yet" Xander manages to whisper out through clenched teeth "and I don't plan on being dead for a few decades at least"
"Calm down.." The softer voice replies in a soothing manner and he lowers his arm "Don't move, its anti productive. You have to lay still"
Xander relaxes his body, a needle is injected into his right arm and the liquid flows into his body. He lets his head loll back again and then fades away into unconsciousness, getting away from all the pain.
------------- *A Few Weeks later*
"No one's made this fast a recovery from the virus" A voice can be heard "Especially when they were that far gone.. It's amazing"
Xander opens his eyes and winces as the bright lights from above shine into his eyes, he looks around the room. The walls are painted white and several machines lay at his bedside. Two men stand at the foot of his bed discussing him, or it would seem from what he had heard.
"Am I dead?" A question not un-Xander like, he pulls himself to sitting and clenches his teeth through all the pain.
(I couldn't be dead and feel this bad)
"You're. You're awake" One of the doctors says in something akin to awe.
Xander really can't tell which one spoke due to the double vision he seemed to be going through at the time. He nods his head to the question and rests it back against the wall.
They both walk to his side, and one checks him out while the other checks the machines readings.
"Simply astonishing" The doctor says as he checks Xander's pulse "No one has recovered this quickly from the virus ever, even with the help of the antigen."
"Who. Who are you people?" Xander manages to croak out. He notices a glass of water at the side of the bed and motions for it. The doctor obliges and raises it to Xander's lips where he takes a sip and pulls back afterwards with a small smile playing on his lips.
"We are what's left of the people who lived in Raccoon city, the Umbrella corporation saw to that" The doctor replies in anger, but his friend rests his hand on his shoulder to calm him.
"Calm down John, we'll get the corporation back for what they did to us. We already have one of there operatives right here" John's friend looks at Xander with a smile.
"Operative, me?" Xander says and lets out a laugh, and then winces as a short stabbing pain makes its way up his leg "Hardly.. I'm what you might call a mercenary"
A voice disturbs the conversation coming from the door "Great a merc, that's even worse"
"Hey" Xander says with a smile "Nice to know I've got my fans"
"Hardly" The man replies and steps into the white lights of the room, the man looks serious. A scar runs its way down his left cheek and his hair is a dark shade of grey. His leather jacket hugs his body as he steps forward "I despise mercenary's, you have no honour"
"Honour's for people without bills to pay buddy" Xander pulls himself up and sits against the wall, his face filled with pain.
The man doesn't reply, he just glares angrily at the young mercenary.
"I wouldn't upset him merc" A soft voice butts in, a woman steps forward from the door. Blonde hair and beautiful eyes greet Xander and he smiles at her, she looks at Xander admiringly before walking towards the bed "He's lethal when he's angry"
"I'll be sure to remember that, before I push my boot into his larynx" Xander replies with a slanted smile "And who are you?"
"Me or Us?" The woman replies and grins "Why, we are the people that saved your ass"
"Did I thank you yet?" Xander asks and looks at the man "Guess you were the one who wanted to kill me"
"Still do" the rough voice replies.
"Charming"
"Why were you in there anyway?" The woman asks and leans forward onto the bed "It's hardly a place for a mercenary"
"Well I wasn't trying to save the world" Xander replies and grins then goes about telling his story.
"You fell for that?" The woman says after he finishes "I can't believe you fell for that"
"Well how was I supposed to know that the virus turns people into flesh eating zombies?" Xander asks in slight anger "It's not exactly common symptoms among viruses you know"
"Never trust corporations" the woman replies "You should know that at least"
"Shut up" Xander responds with a glare.
The woman smirks and jumps up onto the bed "So are you ready to get back at them?"
"How'd you know I want revenge?" Xander asks.
"Everyone wants revenge"
"Fine, fine. How do we get back at them?"
"By attacking their main base and taking it down of course"
"And where might this base be?" Xander asks getting angrier by the second.
"Sunnydale, CA"
Xander cringes and rests his head back against the wall "Fucking fantastic"
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Author: Michael Dunbar
Summary: A personal vendetta takes Xander back to Sunnydale.
Disclaimer: Nothing, I own nothing. Joss owns Buffy. Whoever owns the resident evil tale owns that.
Timeline: After season 6
Spoilers: Season 6
Author's notes: () is for thoughts
"" is for speech.
--------------------------------
The blood thumps in his ears, Xander cringes as he feels himself drift back into consciousness, despite trying as hard as he can to stay asleep. The pain wracks his body and he convulses, unable to scream as his body feels ignited. The bullet wounds in his legs feel like insect bites compared to the pain of whatever is afflicting his body at present.
Two arms hold him down, or try to at least. They are only small arms and from what Xander can tell seem to be that of a woman's.
Her voice breaks into the silence"Inject him with the antivirus".
"What's the point, no one's ever come back from being this far gone. The guy's been bitten by loads of them things, he's infected to the max.." A rougher voice replies "We might as well just blow his fucking head off".
A gun cocking alerts Xander and brings him out of his semi conscious, pain filled, state; Xander grabs the hand holding the gun and squeezes it as tightly as he can.
The man grunts in pain and drops the gun instantly, recoiling away from Xander as well.
"I'm not dead yet" Xander manages to whisper out through clenched teeth "and I don't plan on being dead for a few decades at least"
"Calm down.." The softer voice replies in a soothing manner and he lowers his arm "Don't move, its anti productive. You have to lay still"
Xander relaxes his body, a needle is injected into his right arm and the liquid flows into his body. He lets his head loll back again and then fades away into unconsciousness, getting away from all the pain.
------------- *A Few Weeks later*
"No one's made this fast a recovery from the virus" A voice can be heard "Especially when they were that far gone.. It's amazing"
Xander opens his eyes and winces as the bright lights from above shine into his eyes, he looks around the room. The walls are painted white and several machines lay at his bedside. Two men stand at the foot of his bed discussing him, or it would seem from what he had heard.
"Am I dead?" A question not un-Xander like, he pulls himself to sitting and clenches his teeth through all the pain.
(I couldn't be dead and feel this bad)
"You're. You're awake" One of the doctors says in something akin to awe.
Xander really can't tell which one spoke due to the double vision he seemed to be going through at the time. He nods his head to the question and rests it back against the wall.
They both walk to his side, and one checks him out while the other checks the machines readings.
"Simply astonishing" The doctor says as he checks Xander's pulse "No one has recovered this quickly from the virus ever, even with the help of the antigen."
"Who. Who are you people?" Xander manages to croak out. He notices a glass of water at the side of the bed and motions for it. The doctor obliges and raises it to Xander's lips where he takes a sip and pulls back afterwards with a small smile playing on his lips.
"We are what's left of the people who lived in Raccoon city, the Umbrella corporation saw to that" The doctor replies in anger, but his friend rests his hand on his shoulder to calm him.
"Calm down John, we'll get the corporation back for what they did to us. We already have one of there operatives right here" John's friend looks at Xander with a smile.
"Operative, me?" Xander says and lets out a laugh, and then winces as a short stabbing pain makes its way up his leg "Hardly.. I'm what you might call a mercenary"
A voice disturbs the conversation coming from the door "Great a merc, that's even worse"
"Hey" Xander says with a smile "Nice to know I've got my fans"
"Hardly" The man replies and steps into the white lights of the room, the man looks serious. A scar runs its way down his left cheek and his hair is a dark shade of grey. His leather jacket hugs his body as he steps forward "I despise mercenary's, you have no honour"
"Honour's for people without bills to pay buddy" Xander pulls himself up and sits against the wall, his face filled with pain.
The man doesn't reply, he just glares angrily at the young mercenary.
"I wouldn't upset him merc" A soft voice butts in, a woman steps forward from the door. Blonde hair and beautiful eyes greet Xander and he smiles at her, she looks at Xander admiringly before walking towards the bed "He's lethal when he's angry"
"I'll be sure to remember that, before I push my boot into his larynx" Xander replies with a slanted smile "And who are you?"
"Me or Us?" The woman replies and grins "Why, we are the people that saved your ass"
"Did I thank you yet?" Xander asks and looks at the man "Guess you were the one who wanted to kill me"
"Still do" the rough voice replies.
"Charming"
"Why were you in there anyway?" The woman asks and leans forward onto the bed "It's hardly a place for a mercenary"
"Well I wasn't trying to save the world" Xander replies and grins then goes about telling his story.
"You fell for that?" The woman says after he finishes "I can't believe you fell for that"
"Well how was I supposed to know that the virus turns people into flesh eating zombies?" Xander asks in slight anger "It's not exactly common symptoms among viruses you know"
"Never trust corporations" the woman replies "You should know that at least"
"Shut up" Xander responds with a glare.
The woman smirks and jumps up onto the bed "So are you ready to get back at them?"
"How'd you know I want revenge?" Xander asks.
"Everyone wants revenge"
"Fine, fine. How do we get back at them?"
"By attacking their main base and taking it down of course"
"And where might this base be?" Xander asks getting angrier by the second.
"Sunnydale, CA"
Xander cringes and rests his head back against the wall "Fucking fantastic"
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