Resident
Evil, The Sunnydale Conspiracy
Author:
Vampyr64
Feedback:
Yes please
Rating:
A very heavy R for extreme violence and some language.
Distribution:
You don't have to ask.
Category:
Story/Angst/Horror/Adventure/Romance
Disclaimer:
Joss and mutant enemy own Buffy. Capcom owns the rights to Resident Evil.
Spoilers:
Possibly through season five.
Summary:
Xander leaves Sunnydale. He joins up with the paramilitary organization
S.T.A.R.S.
Author's
notes: The purpose of this fic is to show what would happen if Xander did what
he should have and left Sunnydale after the way his friends were treating him.
Part
2
January
24, 2001, 5:30Am
Somewhere
in Antarctica
"C'mon
Stephano, move it"
Xander
stood and watched idly as his commander barked at the nervous private who was
trying to hook up the scrambler to the cargo door keypad.
"I've
almost got it sir" the eager young private sputtered out as he finished hooking
up the device. He attached the final wire and touched a few keys on the pad
before stepping away.
A
second later there was a humming noise followed by a clicking noise. The LED on
the pad turned from red to green, indicating that the door was unlocked.
"Alright
men, here we go. Let's do it by the numbers, nice and simple."
Commander
Raishe lifted his right hand to motion Alpha team forward. The five members of
the team stepped up to the door and Raishe hit the access pad. There was a
chirping noise as the computer processed the request and then a grinding noise
as the gears sprung into action. The door slowly lifted up to reveal a darkened
interior.
As
Xander stood by, waiting for his squad to be called forward, a strong wind
whipped through the canyon chilling him to the bone. It made him wonder, not
for the first time. Just what the heck they were doing on the other side of the
planet, smack dab in the middle of the coldest and harshest continent in the
world. Of course, he knew the answer to that question as well as any of them.
Their intelligence operatives had discovered the location of this base that was
reported to be one of the chief development facilities for the T- virus. The
virus was responsible for the destruction of an entire city and the deaths of
thousands. A decision was made. A team was put together, consisting of the best
and brightest that the S.T.A.R.S. had to offer. Xander had been chosen for the
team because of his skills with infiltration, to help infiltrate the facility.
The commander of his team Captain Raishe had also been chosen to head the team.
The goal was simple, to infiltrate and commandeer the facility. Hopefully
shutting down the production of the virus. So that's why he was standing here,
freezing his ass off while he waited for the go code. His real challenge was
about to begin.
"Delta
team, MOVE OUT!"
He
heard the order and immediately sprung into action. He stepped into the dark
cavernous interior and activated his night goggles. The cavern was instantly
illuminated and Xander took a look at his surroundings, marveling at the sheer
size of the cavern. The massive interior was empty, save a gigantic cargo
elevator and a set of steel doors off in corner. The lift was empty except for
a few cargo containers. Xander knew from the schematics that there was a
smaller lift that was obscured behind the main one. That was the personnel
lift. He also knew that the main lift was locked down and that someone would
have to activate it from one of the sub-levels. That someone was him.
He
caught a glimpse of the last of the Alpha team disappearing behind the steel
doors as he made his was to the personnel lift. He threw off a clumsy salute as
he stepped into the lift and activated it. Moments later, the cavern
disappeared from view as the lift began it's descent into the cold arctic
earth.
Xander
looked on as the bottom of the shaft slowly drifted into visibility. He
activated his scope and noted the two security guards that were making their
rounds. They would have to be dealt with soon enough.
As
he waited for the lift to come to a stop, his mind began to drift back to that
day two years ago when his life had changed forever.
Sunnydale
C.A.
Two
years ago
Xander
began to fume as he made his way through the halls. He was feeling completely
betrayed at the moment. Last night he had discovered that the rest of the
Scoobs had handled a major evil without him. It wasn't just any major evil
either, it was the opening of the Hellmouth. And they didn't even bother to ask
for his help. He had made up his mind that he would confront them about it,
make one last plea to them to not leave him out of the slaying. And, if they
rejected him this time, he was through. He would pack up and leave town, he
wouldn't even bother to tell them. Let them worry their asses off about him. He
was through caring.
He
stepped out into the quad and quickly spotted the group sitting at a bench in
the distance. As he approached, he plastered on his best poker face and tried
to look nonplussed.
"Hey
guy's what's up" he was pleased with how little bitterness was in his tone.
Buffy
glanced up and noticed him, "Hey Xander" she greeted as if she had done nothing
wrong.
Willow
smiled at her childhood friend "Man Xander you're lucky that you weren't here
last night."
Xander
let his façade drop and snorted "Yeah, I wouldn't want to get in your way. You
had a lot to deal with, what with the Hellmouth opening and all. I'm sure glad
you kept me out of that. We wouldn't goofball Xander putting every one in
danger."
Buffy
's head shot up in shock. "How did you know about that?" the rest of the group
was equally shocked.
Xander
fixed her with a cold glare. "I was here Buff. And frankly, I don't appreciate
this shit that you people are feeding me. I have just as much right to help as
anyone else."
Everyone
was shocked at the harshness of Xander tone.
Buffy
spoke up, "Xander, don't be like this."
Xander
cut her off "No Buffy, I will be like this. I'm sick of this shit. You fuck
heads feel some need to protect me, well I don't need your protection, I take
care of myself."
Buffy
chuckled a bit which infuriated Xander even more "C'mon Xand, you almost got
killed the other day. Calm down. We just don't want to see you get hurt."
This
caused Xander to give out a bitter chuckle "Everyone gets hurt Buffy, and
you're forgetting that it' my choice to fight. This is it. I'm not taking this
shit any more. You either let me help out or it's over."
Buffy
stared at him for a minute. A part of her felt bad at what she was doing to
him. It was his choice to fight and maybe she should respect that. But, she
really didn't want to see him get hurt and knew that he would get over it.
"I'm
sorry Xander but the decision stands. It's for your own good." She looked
around for the others support and they nodded their heads in agreement.
Xander's
expression began to change as he realized that this was the end. A part of him
had believed that when he confronted them about their betrayal that they would
realize what they were doing and stop excluding him from the fighting. Deep
down however, he always knew that it would be like this.
He slowly
nodded at them, "I always knew it would be like this." His voice held no trace
of emotion. "Fine, I'm sick of this. You all can go to hell for all I care. I'm
through. He tossed off a middle finger salute at the group and turned around
and walked away.
The
remaining Scoobs stared at their departing friend in shock. None of them had
ever heard him talk like that. He spoke with genuine rage. It both surprised
and scared them.
Buffy
was the first to find her voice again. "Will, have you ever heard him speak
like that before?"
Her
friend shook her head in confusion, "No. He's never been like this before.
Maybe we were too harsh.
Buffy
shook her head, "No Will, we did the right thing. I don't need him getting in
the way. Besides, it's just Xander. He'll get over it. Xander never stays angry
for long."
Giles
nodded his agreement, "You're right Buffy. Xander seems to have a knack for
bouncing back from depression. I suspect that he will be his old jovial self by
the end of the week."
Willow
looked skeptical but nodded, "I guess so."
Buffy
noticed her friends' hesitation, "C'mon Will, It will be okay. Xander will
always be here for us."
Willow
nodded again but whispered to herself, "But when have we ever been here for
him?"
Unbeknownst
to the group, Xander watched them from a distance. "That's it" he said to
himself, "I'm through putting up with this shit. I'm gone."
With
those final words Xander turned around and walked away from Sunnydale high and
his life.
Voices
coming from the bottom of the shaft brought Alex out of his revere. He looked
below him to examine the guards patrol routes. The two watchmen circled the
shaft in an elliptical pattern. There was roughly a fifteen-second interval
when any one guard was obscured from the others view. That didn't give him
entirely that much time, especially considering that the descending lift had
triggered the guard's attention.
Alex
ducked below the safety bars of the lift to avoid detection. As the lift came
to a stop, Alex pulled his combat knife from its sheath and crouched beside the
doors to the lift.
The
lift doors automatically swung open and Alex could hear the two guards
discussing what to do.
"There
isn't supposed to be anyone coming down." The one guard said. "I know. I'm
gonna check it out." "Okay, I'll cover you."
Alex
tensed as the guard steeped forward into his line of sight, his gun arm leading
the rest of his body.
Moving
like lightning, Alex sprung from his crouch and shot his hand forward, grabbing
the guards outstretched hand. He jerked, causing the guard to lose his balance
and fall forward, even as Alex brought his knife forward, into the mans chest.
The knife cracked the sternum and penetrated the heart. The guard was dead
before he knew what hit him.
Alex
withdrew the knife and let the corpse fall to the ground. He stepped from the
lift to see the other guard scrambling for the security alarm.
Alex
drew back and hurled the knife. The steel missile flew through the air, even as
the guard ran away. There was a sickening wet thuck sound as the knife impaled
the fleeing guard through his neck. A spurt of blood erupted from the wound
onto the wall in front of the mortally wounded human. He collapsed to the
ground, gasping for breath. Alex watched as the guard choked on his own blood.
A matter of moments later, it was over.
Alex
walked forward and knelt by the corpse. He reached down and withdrew the knife
from the guard's neck, wiping the blood and gristle on the body's sleeve. He
searched through the guard's pockets until his fingers fell over the thin metal
card. Smiling, he pulled the object from the guard's pocket.
He
stood and, replacing the knife in its sheath began to walk toward the security
doors. He withdrew one of his Glock's from its holster and pulled a long, thin
black tube from one of his pockets. He attached the silencer to the pistol and
racked the slide as he reached the massive metallic doors. Going over the plans
from memory, Alex knew that beyond these doors was a small hallway that
contained the lift control room, as well as access to the facilities lab
levels.
He
slid the card through the reader and grinned as there was a clicking sound
followed by the telltale hum of the door mechanism. There was a hissing sound
as the airtight chamber was breached. The door swung open with another loud
hiss and Alex took in the sight before him.
It
was a stark contrast to the cavern he had come from. A long metallic corridor
stretched out in front of him, a single gray door lay on the right side and the
corridor teed at the end.
Alex
crept towards the single door that he knew led to the control room. He put his
hand on the knob and smiled when the door swung open with a click. "Not
locked." He said to himself, "Big mistake."
He
stepped through the doorway into the small corridor and immediately heard
sounds of talking coming from up ahead. At first he thought that the lift
operator had company, until he caught the unmistakable sounds of audience
laughter. The guard was watching the TV. "I thought they only did that in the movies?"
He
reached the end of the corridor and peeked his head around the corner. He
spotted the guard leaning back in his chair, seemingly enthralled by the comic
stylings of Urkel.
Alex
gripped his Glock and swung out from behind the corner, settling into a firing
stance. Within a split second he had acquired his target and he squeezed the
trigger. There was a tiny pok! sound as the round left the barrel, and a plok!
as the bullet shattered the guards skull and exploded inside his brain. There
was a shower of Grey matter on the television screen as the guard slumped
forward in his seat.
Alex
quickly moved to the lift controls and flipped the switch, activating the main
lift. He moved back into the corridor and into the main hallway. When he
reached the lift room, he crouched by the smaller platform. He activated his
radio and spoke the go code. Then he sat back to wait for the rest of the team
to join him.
End
part 2