Resident
Evil: The Sunnydale conspiracy
Author:
Socrates
Rating:
R for violence
Disclaimer:
Joss Whedon and mutant enemy own Buffy. Capcom owns Resident evil. Wildstorm
owns some of the characters in this story.
Distribution:
Take it
Spoilers:
General
Summary:
See previous parts
Category:
Story/Action/horror/drama
Authors
notes: Yes I am well aware that it has been a long time since I posted a part.
Real life got in my way. I plan on trying to post a new part every few weeks.
Feedback would definitely help to speed up the creative process.
A
cemetery in Sunnydale
January,
29, 2001 0300 Zulu
The
wind had begun to pick up, scattering leaves across the tombs as the two men
eyed each other, each trying to determine the others motives, the ancient
ritual of subterfuge and betrayal being played out against the backdrop of
death. Neither man made any attempt to move, muscles tensed, ready for an
attack at any moment. Xander stared at Wesker and Wesker stared right back,
trying to peer into the others soul and discern their intentions.
At
length, Alex spoke, 'What do you want Wesker?" he asked coldly as he fell into
a defensive stance.
The
man in sunglasses merely smiled coolly at him as he stepped forward. "I want
many things Alex, but right now I merely wish to help you."
"Stay
back!" Alex warned as he moved away from Wesker. He didn't know why but
something made him not trust the man. There was something about his eyes. A
deep, animal glow to them that Alex could somehow see, right through his
sunglasses.
"Alex,
you are not well. I only wish to help you."
"I
don't need your help." Alex countered, still confused. The entire situation was
almost overwhelming.how the hell did I know his name?
Seeing the confusion in the young mans eyes,
Wesker decided to push his advantage "Oh but you do! You see, you were in an
accident that occurred at one of our facilities."
"Our?"
Alex questioned, his curiosity getting the better of him."
"Umbrella
incorporated Alex. You and I both work for them."
"I
remember an Umbrella, but I don't recall ever working for them."
Wesker
nodded shortly." That is because of the accident. You took a nasty blow to the
head. You are suffering from amnesia."
"I
don't believe you!" Alex shouted as he felt an intense pain rip through his
skull.
"I'm here to help you Alex. I am your friend." That cold smile again.
"You're
lying!" Alex shouted as he rushed at Wesker, "LEAVE ME ALONE!" he screamed as
he swung his fist in a vicious blow.
The
blonde merely smiled and sidestepped the blow, which was quite incredible
because the strike was almost faster than the eye could follow. Moving just as
fast, he brought his foot up in a sweeping kick that took Alex full in the
face.
The
force of the blow spun Alex around and hurled him through the air. He managed
to land gracefully and blocked a follow up attack that Wesker had launched.
Alex
gripped his opponent's wrist and tossed him over his shoulder, shooting his
foot out as Wesker soared overhead. The impact flung Wesker into the walls of a
nearby crypt, shattering the ancient stone.
"Starting
to believe me now?" Wesker queried him as he got back up.
"I'm
starting to believe that you're a freak!" Xander responded.
Wesker
rolled to his feet and launched into a flurry of attacks that Alex barely managed
to dodge. The young man ran and jumped onto the side of the crypt, using his
momentum to defy gravity, he ran along the edge and leaped off to deliver a
staggering drop kick to Wesker.
Wesker
retaliated with a crescent kick that knocked Alex back against the crypt. He
took this moment to examine the situation and was surprised to find that he
hadn't even broken a sweat.
Wesker
saw the puzzled expression on the young mans face and knew he had found his
opening. "You see Alex. We have just engaged in a fight that most humans
couldn't even follow much less duplicate. Do you believe me now?"
I…I
DON''T KNOW!"
The memories once again assaulted him and
forced him to his knees. He couldn't make out anything in particular, but he
kept getting these strange feelings. Glimpses of a life that was not his yet at
the same time was. He didn't know where these memories came from, but he had a
pretty good idea where he could find out. After a moment, the pain ceased and
the memories faded. He slowly stood to his feet.
Alex
eyed Wesker for a moment before a smile crossed his face, finally replying,
"You've got my attention."
The
man in sunglasses smiled that wicked smile of his. "Good! Now let me tell you a
story."
The
magic box
0310
Zulu
Buffy
and Willow stepped out of the dark night and through the doors to the shop,
slowing down as they entered the front part of the store.
"Hey
G-man, you here?" Buffy called out as she made her way to the back. The lights
were on but no one seemed to be there. Buffy entered the back door and peered
into the training room. The equipment was set out neatly and looked as though
it hadn't been used in some while, which it hadn't.I can hardly wait to
start training again "Giles where are you?"
She
heard a startled grunt followed by the sound of books falling and a curse. A
moment later, Giles head peered over a stack of books from the bookcase above
them. The watcher had a an exasperated look on his face.
"Really
Buffy, I would appreciate it if you could conduct yourself in a more civilized
manner instead of running around in the middle of the night, shouting at the
top of your lungs and waking the dead."
"Buffy
was unrepentant, "Is that a joke G-man."
Giles
scoffed at her, "How many time do I have to tell you not to call me that?" He
sighed as he watched her. Ever since Xander had disappeared she had taken on
some of the young man's personality. Giles suspected that it was her way of
coping with the loss. And while he didn't agree with her methods, they seemed
to be working for her. Sometimes however, having a female Xander around could
be quite trying.
"I
know Giles." Buffy dismissed him quickly. "Anyway there's something we need to
tell you."
Giles
nodded. "I too have urgent news." The watcher paused for a moment, as if
considering something. "From Angel."
Buffy
stiffened as she heard her ex-lovers name. Giles started telling her about the
phone call but Buffy didn't hear him as he mind drifted back several years. To
just after Xander had left.
Sunnydale
high library, Sunnydale Ca
March,
14, 1999 0800 Zulu
Buffy
sat at the table along with Giles, Willow and Oz as they discussed the
situation with Xander. Buffy had recently finished recounting her encounter
with Xander and everyone was shocked to say the least. Buffy felt tears start
to prick her eyes as she thought of what Xander had done.
He
hit me! That single image kept replaying over and over in her mind. The
cold look in his eyes as he pulled back and slugged her. The feel of his fist
against her soft flesh. The strange expression on his face as he stood over
her. Xander hit me! That thought shook her to the core.
She
had her arms wrapped tightly around her and was rocking back and forth in the
way she always did when she was too shocked to deal with the situation.
"I
must concur with Buffy." Giles began after Buffy had finished her story. "This
is an alarming turn of events. We must determine what could have made Xander
turn into the bitter man that we have seen as of late."
Willow
decided to speak up, "Maybe it has to do with the way we've been treating him?"
The
others looked at her with confusion plainly written on their faces.
It
is a strange thing when people do not want to admit the truth. They come up
with a way to block it out, denying what is so obvious. Eventually they can't
even see what is right in front of them.
"I
mean," Willow tried to explain, "The way we have been keeping him out of the
slaying."
More
confused looks.
Buffy
managed to scoff through her tears, "Why would that matter. He has to know that
it is for his own good. I can't do my job if I constantly have to be looking
out for him. He has to understand that."
Giles
shook his head, "I'm afraid I must agree with Willow. Xander has been feeling a
bit left out in the last few days. Perhaps we should reevaluate our decision of
leaving him out of things. The lad has helped in the past."
"No
Giles!" Buffy nearly shouted. "Xander can't be in the middle of things. If
anything ever happened to him I'd…" She trailed off, unsure as to what she
would do. She only knew that she didn't want to think of what would happen in
those circumstances. Her arms wrapped more tightly around her self and she drew
in shaky breaths.
Willow
noticed her friend's behavior, "Buffy?" she questioned, "Do you have feelings
for Xander?"
For
the first time in the many that she had been asked that question, Buffy
actually paused to consider her answer. "I…I don't know." She said after a few
moments, "I'm not sure how I feel about Xander. I just know that I can't lose
him. I won't let anything happen to him."
Willow
eyed her friend curiously for a moment before she seemed to have found her own
answer to her question and nodded.
Silence
rained for the next few minutes, broken only by the sound of approaching footsteps.
Buffy's enhanced hearing picked up the faint sound and she quickly leapt to her
feat.
A
moment later a spiky head appeared over some bookshelves. "Buffy!" The familiar
voice rang out
"Angel!"
Buffy said as she ran up the steps and threw herself into his arms. "Oh Angel!
It's so terrible! Xander is acting really weird and he hit me and-"
Angel
quickly cut her off, "He hit you?" he asked through clenched teeth. His hands
tightening into knuckles as he struggled to suppress the demon.
Buffy
sniffled and nodded, still clinging onto him tightly, "We think there is
something wrong with him but we don't know what. I'm really scared."
Angel
stared down at the slayer. Something was wrong alright. He had never seen her
act like this.The Harris kid has some kind of effect on her that even I
can't hope to achieve. Angel had never like Xander given all that had
passed between them, and now he found himself genuinely hating the boy.
"Where
is he?" Angel questioned in anger. He would not let Xander get away with
hitting Buffy, no matter what had happened to him.
Buffy
caught onto his plan from the murderous glint in his eye. "We don't know. He
didn't showed up at school today. We're all really worried about him. She
looked Angel right in the eye and added, "and you are not going to touch him."
She
stared at him a moment longer and saw something else in his eyes, You've seen
him, haven't you?" She ripped herself from his embrace and glared at him,
"When, when did you see him?"
For
the first time in a long time Angel felt true fear as he stared into his
girlfriends eyes. She looks ready to kill me! He thought in sadness,
as he finally realized, She loves him
"Angel!"
Buffy warned as she advanced on him. Everyone watched on in confusion. No one
recognized the slayer who stood before them, ready to attack the love of her
life.
"Okay,
okay! I did see him last night. I was out patrolling and I ran into him as he
was leaving Willy's. He was drunk off his ass. I tried to reason with him but
he wouldn't listen. He cussed you all out and stumbled off. I haven't seen him
since."
"Why
didn't you come to me earlier?" Buffy demanded
Angel
watched sadly as the love of his life slowly ripped him from her heart. "I
tried but the sun was coming up and I didn't have enough time to reach you!"
"Why
you overgrown hair gel dispensary." Buffy growled as she advanced on him.
"Buffy!"
Giles cut in before she could cause any bodily harm to her ex-boyfriend.
"There's no need for violence. You must calm down."
The
slayer glared at her watcher for a minute before reluctantly nodding. She
turned to Angel with a somewhat less fierce look on her face.
"I
want to know everything."
The
vampire sighed sadly and began his tale.
"Buffy…Buffy
are you listening?" The watchers sharp voice brought the slayer back to the
present.
"W-what?"
she asked in a daze
Giles
huffed in frustration. "Buffy, I realize the situation you are in, but you
really must concentrate. We have urgent matters to discuss that require your
undivided attention."
Running
a hand through her hair, Buffy sighed. "I'm sorry Giles. I was just thinking
about something, but I'm back now." She straightened up, then continued more
quietly. "What did Angel want?"
Giles
stared at the slayer for several seconds, finally convinced, he continued.
"Angel says that he overheard some thugs talking about the Umbrella Corporation
and their plans to build some sort of lab in Sunnydale."
The
blonde nodded. "Yeah, I know about that. It was in the local news. Not exactly
top secret G-man."
The
watcher decided to ignore the hated nickname. "Yes, but the news didn't mention
anything about illegal experiments did they?"
"That
sounds like a job for Sunnydale's finest, not slay girl."
"Yeah!"
Willow stated as she had finally decided to join them, "Buffy is supposed to
deal with evil demony type stuff. Not medical crimes."
"You
are quite correct. However, Angel has reason to believe that Umbrella is
conducting experiments using demon subjects. He says that they are trying to
create some kind of super soldier."
"Can't
anyone ever just open a normal lab in this town." The slayer complained as she
fell back into a chair.
"She's
got a point." Willow agreed as she sat down next to her. "People do seem to
have a habit of seeking out the creepy things."
"I
suppose your right, but this is a very serious situation. Umbrella makes the
initiative look like a bunch of weekend warriors. The Corporation is
responsible for the destruction of an entire city as well as the death of over
one hundred thousand. They have highly trained operatives working for them, and
a virtually limitless supply of funds."
Everyone
sat in silence for a few minutes as the girls took this in. Finally, the slayer
spoke up. "So…what do we do?"
Giles
took off his glasses and began to clean them, which was his way of telling
everyone that he was thinking and not to bother him. At length, he placed the
glasses back on and turned to face Buffy. "I think that you should conduct some
reconnaissance at their new facility. Find up what we are up against. Then, if
we need to, we can call in Angel and the others to help."
"I
don't want his help." Buffy snapped.
The
Englishman sighed sadly. He had anticipated this reaction. Buffy and Angel had
not been on good terms since Xander had left.
"Buffy,
I understand your reluctance, but we may have no choice. You can't take
Umbrella on by yourself."
"Watch
me!"
Giles
leaned over and gripped the young girl firmly by her shoulders. "Buffy listen
to me." He barked in a tone that told her not to speak. "I realize the
situation is difficult for you, but you may have to set aside your feelings for
the greater good. We may need Angels help, and if we do we will take it."
After
a few seconds of glaring, Buffy nodded and lowered her head. "I understand."
She said in a tiny voice.
Giles
softened and pulled the girl into his arms. He heard the sounds of quiet
sobbing as the blonde gave herself over to her grief.
"I'm
sorry Buffy." He soothed her, "I really am. I know how hard things have been for
you since…" he trailed off, unable to say Xander's name, "but things will
improve. I promise you."
Buffy
sniffled and nodded, her head still resting against his shoulder. Willow leaned
over and placed her hand on the slayers back, offering her support.
"When
will they get better?" Buffy finally asked in that same small voice.
"I
don't know." The watcher answered honestly.
Umbrella
headquarters, somewhere in Europe
Richard
Chamberlain sat at his desk, staring out at the night sky from his office
window. He had just finished reading the latest report on Umbrellas new
facility in Sunnydale. They were ahead of schedule and would be ready to open
within the week. Everything was coming together just as he had anticipated.
Soon the new batch of virus would be ready. Then the plan could commence.
He
huffed in anger, thinking about the setbacks caused by the rogue S.T.A.R.S.
operatives Chris Redfield and his band of misfits had prevented his teams from
collecting the necessary data from the mansion.
A subsequent attempt had been launched to
retrieve samples from the underground lab in the city, this too had been
inadvertently foiled by Redfields sister and a rookie cop from the R.P.D. Leon
Kennedy.
An
entire island had been destroyed, thanks to the efforts of Claire Redfield, and
Alfred Ashford, the head of Umbrella had been killed when their arctic base had
been wiped out. With all of these incidents, it was a wonder there was still an
Umbrella at all.
Most
had been fairly distressed by all of the chaos as of late. Richard however was
actually, secretly thrilled at the state of unrest. Alfred's untimely demise
had eliminated any blood claim to Umbrella's rule.
The
company now rested on the shoulders of the head of the council. Patrick Tyler
was a wise enough man. However, he wouldn't be able to handle the stress of the
situation. Richard would see to that. When Patrick was ousted for failing to
deal with the situation, Richard would be next in line.
He
smiled evilly as his hands gripped the armrests of his chair. Umbrella would be
his. Then he would see to it that those meddlesome S.T.A.R.S. brats were dealt
with.
His
dark thoughts were interrupted by the shrill sound of the phone ringing. He
snatched the phone in irritation. "What is it?" he snapped.
(I
thought you would be happy to hear from me.)The voice said in mock sadness.
Richard
brightened immediately, "Wesker, it took you long enough. How goes the
situation, is he-"
(He
is under control.) Wesker reassured him. (There will be no trouble.)
"See
that there isn't"
(We
will speak again) Wesker responded before Richard heard the dial tone. He
slammed the phone down in annoyance. That pipsqueak had absolutely no respect
for his superiors. If I didn't need him for my plans so much, I would have
him eliminated
"Ah
well!" he sighed, reaching into his desk drawer and removing a box of Cuban
cigars. He was about to light one when the door to his office swung open and a
nervous looking office worker stepped in.
"What
now?" Richard barked in a threatening manner.
"T-there
ready f-for you sir." The messenger squeaked
"Very
well then." Richard dropped the Cuban back into the box and rose to his feet.
He gestured to the cowering young man. "Lead on!"
As
he followed the man out of his office, Richard smiled evilly. Soon everything
would be his. It was just a matter of time.
End
part 7
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Authors
endnotes: If any of you feel that the buffy characters were not very accurately
portrayed, then I would have to agree with you. For the purposes of maintaining
that I am not a talentless hack, I am arguing that the circumstances set upon
them in the story have invoked life-altering changes in them. If any one has
any tips for making them more believable, then please contact me off list. I
will take any help I can get. In case I am just being paranoid, as I have a
habit of doing, please ignore the preceding.
If
you are wondering why I left out the exact details of Buffy and the gang
finding out about Xander's heroic acts, it is because I have never seen it
portrayed properly. There is only one person who could get it right and he has
chosen to avoid it so far. I feel that it is not so much important how they
find out, as it is that they do find out.
Next
time, the S..T.A.R.S. team infiltrates the facility in search of evidence, but
they find more then they bargained for when they run into the slayer, who is
also doing reconnaissance. Tensions mount as they run into Umbrellas newest
soldier (as if you don't know who that is) All this, plus a spunky girl that we
all like to call faith. Seeya in a few!
"Water
poses no challenge for payday man!"
Xander-
"Crush"