Resident Evil: The Sunnydale conspiracy
Author: Vampyr64
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Rating: A heavy R for extreme violence and some language
Distribution: Want, take, have
Category: Story/Angst/Horror/Adventure/Romance
Disclaimer: Joss and mutant enemy own Buffy. Capcom owns Resident Evil. I own the original characters.
Spoilers: General for season 3 – 5
Summary: Xander leaves town to join the S.T.A.R.S.
Part 9
The man who had at one time called her a friend stared blankly back at Buffy, seeming as if he didn't even recognize her. The thought sent a jagged splinter of ice into her very soul. Had he forgotten about her… about all of his friends, the people who…. Who…betrayed him. No wonder he had left, and it seemed now had expunged their presence from his memories. They deserved no less.
Wesker delighted in the look of sorrow on the young girls face. Everything was going to plan, his plan. Things just kept getting better and better.
"You'll forgive Xander here," Wesker began in that same grating tone of mock kindness, "If he doesn't seem to know who you are. It has been awhile you know, and so much has happened to him."
Buffy shook herself from her tortured thoughts and stepped forward, "What have you done to him you bastard!?!"
The Umbrella agent shook a finger at her and made a tsking sound with his throat. "Now, now Buffy. Temper, temper. You mustn't lose your cool." He fixed her with a look, "Besides, from what I hear it was you who did something to him, and not at all a nice something."
At this Buffy took on a look of guilt and backed away a bit. "How do you know about that?" she asked quietly.
"I have sources my dear, people who tell me things, sometimes very interesting and useful things. For instance, I know that you pushed poor Xander here into the background, and you kept pushing until you destroyed the poor boy. I know that after you were done with him the boy was ready to kill himself."
Buffy looked shocked and horrified at that, Nick and Chris both looked intrigued by the conversation.
Wesker simply smiled at the effect he was having. He pushed on, twisting the knife even deeper. "In fact, the young man actually stuck a pistol in his mouth and was ready to pull the trigger."
A gasp sounded from Buffy's throat and despite the situation she felt tears beginning to form in her eyes.
"It would have been rather unpleasant and quite a bit messy, "Wesker continued, "If we hadn't found him, taken the poor lad in, given him some focus, a purpose in life." He sighed dramatically.
At this Chris broke into the conversation with a snort, "Yeah right, Umbrella is SO the humane society."
Wesker winked wickedly at him "Well we do what we can you know."
"Enough of the bullshit sob story Wesker, let's get on with it."
Wesker fake gasped and looked at Chris confused, "Why my dear Redfield, whatever are you referring to? I merely wished to do my part to untie lost friends, to help reestablish the ties severed in foolish youth!"
Chris gave him a 'don't try that shit with me' look and motioned with his hands to the shadows behind Wesker and Xander where a full contingent of Umbrella soldiers waited, weapons at the ready.
"Oh," Wesker actually looked a tad contrite, "Well there is that…"
"Can we cut the chit chat already?" Buffy was becoming impatient.
"My aren't we the eager ones." Wesker opined, "Very well… Xander, why don't you get… reacquainted with your old friend."
Xander nodded emotionlessly and started toward Buffy.
"I'll deal with brother Redfield here." Weesker stated as he stalked toward Chris, murder gleaming wickedly in his reptillian eyes.
"Well," Nick sighed as the others squared off, "I guess that leaves me with the goon squad." He pulled both pistols from his sides and racked the slides. "My kind of party."
"Xander,: Buffy began carefully as she backed away from the young man, "You don't want to do with. We're friends." she said, emphasizing the last word, "Remember?"
"Sorry," Xander said tonelessly as he swung a fist at her, "I don't remember a thing."
Buffy ducked under the punch, but just barely, which took her by surprise. She should have easily been able to dodge a punch from Xander. After all, he was only… human, right?
His next move did indeed take her by surprise as he lashed out with a right hook, which she leaned away from, then feinted and swung his foot up into her gut, expelling the air forcefully from the startled slayer. Buffy groaned as she clutched at her gut. She would definitely be sore in the morning.
"Xander," she began, and dodged to the side as he aimed a karate chop at her throat, "Stop this, it's not you."
"I'm afraid I don't know who this Xander is that you're talking about." he replied as he reached forward, moving incredibly fast, grabbed her by her hair and pulled her to him. "The names Alex." With that, he slammed her face down onto his raised knee, then backhanded her viciously.
The slayer stumbled backward, dazed from the fierce blow, uncomprehending as to how brave, loyal, and caring boy she once knew could be capable of this.
Then Alex, seeing her wounded state, threw his head back and gave a harsh cackle.
It hit her like the full force of a body slam. Xander was possessed by the Hyena spirit. Again.
She raised herself to her feet, new determination sparkling in her eyes. "Alright pal," She started as she moved toward him menacingly, "If ya want to play rough, then I'm your girl."
With the words having barely escaped her lips, she lunged, bringing her foot up in a vicious kick that caught her opponent full in the face. She followed through with a combination right-left, finishing with an uppercut that lifted the young man off his feet and sent him five feet backward in the air.
He landed in a crouch, the attacks not seeming to have had much of an affect on him. He stared at her with those chocolate brown eyes that now seemed somehow darker. He nodded at her. "Good." then began to attack again.
Elsewhere in the hanger bay, Wesker was hunting a Redfield. "Com out, come out, wherever you are!" he sang out, sweeping his flashing yellow eyes around the darkened bay. "Oh common Chris, don't be a spoil sport. Everyone has is getting along with their playmates. I'm starting to feel a bit left out."
"Well we can't have that." Wesker was caught off guard as Chris jumped down on him from a stack of crates, slamming his body to the ground.
"It's like old times." Wesker remarked as he rolled over effortlessly, despite Redfield's weight, and tossed the other man off him as if he weighed next to nothing.
Chris flew backward and landed hard, but quickly rolled to his feet. He pulled his combat knife from his vest, and gripped the weapon, blade pointed down and next to his wrist, like a street fighter.
Wesker saw the knife and laughed, "My my Chris, resorting to weapons are we? What's the matter? Afraid you can't take me on your own?"
"Yeah well…" The Stars member shot back, "We can't all have super human strength and speed, like you."
"Too true, too true." Wesker shot forward before Chris knew was happened and grabbed the wrist holding the knife, twisting painfully. "You didn't actually thing that would do any good did you?" he queried before backhanding Redfield, the blow lifting him up and back a good ten feet, where he slammed against some crates and lay, panting.
Wesker started towards him again, that same wicked gleam in his yellow eyes. "The fun begins."
Nick Martin, in startling contrast to his compatriots, was having a rather good time of it. I love my job he thought as he spun and emptied the rest of his clip into the two soldiers charging at him, guns blazing. He quickly tucked into a roll to avoid the return fire and came up against a large green crate. His back against it, he quickly ejected the spent clips and snapped in fresh ones.
He gave himself a three count, then shot his upper body up over the edge of the crate, guns blazing, before ducking back again. His shots succeeded in taking another three guards, their numbers were thinning rapidly. Out of the original 16 there were now only 10. But then again Nick didn't know how long his luck would run out. Umbrella may train stupid soldiers but their overwhelming numbers tended to make up for that minor fault. Nick may have been adventurous and cocky but he really had no desire to die, not that he would shy away from that fate if it were to become inevitable. I knew the risks when I signed on he thought, recalling all those movies and shows where people said exactly the same thing.
he thought resignedly,
"Hoo-ya!" he cried, jumping up from his crouch and letting lose with his dual pistols, spraying deadly fire from burning muzzles.
Buffy dodged another vicious attack from the hyena possessed Xander and responded with a palm blow against his forehead, knocking him backwards.
"Xander!" she tried again, "Listen to me! This isn't you! You have to stop this NOW!"
He moved back toward her, not responding to her pleas, so she decided to try something a little different.
"REMEMBER THE SPRING FLING?!?"
This seemed to give him pause and he stood, staring at her, uncertain.
Seeing the effect her words had, she continued, "You were so nervous. I…I could tell by the way you acted, t- the look in your eyes…" She looked at him sadly, "I'm sorry I turned you down. I know how t-that must have hurt."
She saw a flicker of recognition on his face, "And for what we did to you during senior year, Xand I'm SO sorry about that. We… I… had no right to treat you like that. It was wrong, and I can't imagine what that did to you."
"B… Buff.. ffyy?"
She felt fresh tears spring to her eyes at his words of recognition, "Yeah Xan-man, it's me."
He started toward her again, the menace gone from his eyes and movements, "I…" he began, "NO!" he stopped once more, his hands going to his head. "Stop… Itt!" he screamed in pain, shaking his head back and forth.
"Fight it Xan, fight it!"
He collapsed to the ground slowly, held still held between his hands. "I… I can't… I…"
"C'mon Xan you can do it!" she urged him.
"I… It's…" slowly his shaking began to subside and he simply kneeled there, face down, as if thinking. Then, he placed his hands at his sides and rose to his feet.
"C'mon." he spoke in a no nonsense tone of voice, "Let's get out of here."
Silently, she followed him.
Chris groaned from the crushing weight being apllied to his chest by the bear hug he was caught in. "No fair." he wheezed out as he struggled to maintain consciousness.
"My dear Chris, who ever said anything about being fair?"
Redfield responded by head butting Wesker hard, causing the Umbrella against to release his bruising hold on the other man. Chris dropped to the floor, and sucked in lungful of air greedily, struggling to catch his breath.
He saw the foot coming just in time and rolled out of the way, narrowly avoiding having his ribs broken and the air once again expelled from his aching lungs.
He pulled himself shakily to his feet and glared at Wesker, "Is that…. The best… you can do?" he managed too pant out between breaths.
Wesker grinned maliciously at him, "Why Chris, I'm just getting started." he leapt at Chris once more. Bringing his fist back for a vicious blow that the Stars operative was sure would finish him… when something flashed past, moving almost too quickly to follow, and snatched Wesker out of the air.
The blonde man smacked the ground hard and looked up to see who had struck him. His eyes narrowed in recognition and for the first time that day he glared hatefully, seeming to have lost the previous spirit he had been in.
"Alex."
"Sorry Al," Alex taunted, saying his first name disdainfully, "But I think I've decided to switch sides, hope you don't mind." With those words he struck out with his foot, catching the other man by surprise and full in the gut. Normally Wesker would have been more of a match to Alex. In fact, in all likelihood he could have bested the younger man. But in this instance he found himself caught unawares, and so was dispatched with little difficulty. Alex leaned down, grabbed the blonde man by his shirt, and hefted him into the air, tossing him easily over into a stack of weapons crates a good fifteen feet away.
Alex then turned to Chris and Buffy, "Get the doofus and lets get out of here." He then started for the chopper.
Chris pulled himself fully to his feet, then placed his hands to his mouth and called out, "NICK, LET'S MOVE IT BUDDY!"
The answering cry, "I GOT YA POPS!" Sounded back, followed by the sounds of rapid gunfire. A few moments later, the other Stars member came jogging up to them.
"Did you activate the hanger doors" Chris questioned wearily."
As if in response, the massive doors began to recede inward, creating a huge opening in the hanger
"Roger." Nick confirmed needlessly. "So…what's the what?" he asked curiously, seeing the state of Buffy and Chris.
The elder man sighed, "I'll tell ya later." then turned and started back to the chopper.
Nick turned to reagard Buffy, "What's his issue Buffster?"
The slayer, reached deep down into herself and resisted the urge to slug him. Instead, she ignored him and started toward the chopper herself.
Nick looked after them, confusion in his eyes. "What!?!" he called out after them, but got no response.
"Squares!" he muttered and hurried after them, leaving the hanger and slew of bullet riddled bodies behind.
A few minutes later the chopper lifted off it's wheels and headed out the opening, into the night sky.
From the stack of crates, Wesker stirred. He pulled himself up on his elbows, his eyes curiously bright, a smile replacing his earlier glare.
"It's not over Redfield, "He promised evilly. "In fact my dear Chris " he proclaimed, "It's only just begun…"
End part 9
This may have seemed a tad anti-climactic from what you all were waiting for and I apologize to that, but rest assured, all will come to make sense in time. The plot is really just beginning to open up. With any luck I should be getting these parts out with more regularity as I finally have my very own comp in MY ROOM! WHOO-HOOO! Ahem, anyways. All my stories should start being updated more frequently, so fear not! For those three of you who care.
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Author: Vampyr64
Feedback: I would appreciate it
Rating: A heavy R for extreme violence and some language
Distribution: Want, take, have
Category: Story/Angst/Horror/Adventure/Romance
Disclaimer: Joss and mutant enemy own Buffy. Capcom owns Resident Evil. I own the original characters.
Spoilers: General for season 3 – 5
Summary: Xander leaves town to join the S.T.A.R.S.
Part 9
The man who had at one time called her a friend stared blankly back at Buffy, seeming as if he didn't even recognize her. The thought sent a jagged splinter of ice into her very soul. Had he forgotten about her… about all of his friends, the people who…. Who…betrayed him. No wonder he had left, and it seemed now had expunged their presence from his memories. They deserved no less.
Wesker delighted in the look of sorrow on the young girls face. Everything was going to plan, his plan. Things just kept getting better and better.
"You'll forgive Xander here," Wesker began in that same grating tone of mock kindness, "If he doesn't seem to know who you are. It has been awhile you know, and so much has happened to him."
Buffy shook herself from her tortured thoughts and stepped forward, "What have you done to him you bastard!?!"
The Umbrella agent shook a finger at her and made a tsking sound with his throat. "Now, now Buffy. Temper, temper. You mustn't lose your cool." He fixed her with a look, "Besides, from what I hear it was you who did something to him, and not at all a nice something."
At this Buffy took on a look of guilt and backed away a bit. "How do you know about that?" she asked quietly.
"I have sources my dear, people who tell me things, sometimes very interesting and useful things. For instance, I know that you pushed poor Xander here into the background, and you kept pushing until you destroyed the poor boy. I know that after you were done with him the boy was ready to kill himself."
Buffy looked shocked and horrified at that, Nick and Chris both looked intrigued by the conversation.
Wesker simply smiled at the effect he was having. He pushed on, twisting the knife even deeper. "In fact, the young man actually stuck a pistol in his mouth and was ready to pull the trigger."
A gasp sounded from Buffy's throat and despite the situation she felt tears beginning to form in her eyes.
"It would have been rather unpleasant and quite a bit messy, "Wesker continued, "If we hadn't found him, taken the poor lad in, given him some focus, a purpose in life." He sighed dramatically.
At this Chris broke into the conversation with a snort, "Yeah right, Umbrella is SO the humane society."
Wesker winked wickedly at him "Well we do what we can you know."
"Enough of the bullshit sob story Wesker, let's get on with it."
Wesker fake gasped and looked at Chris confused, "Why my dear Redfield, whatever are you referring to? I merely wished to do my part to untie lost friends, to help reestablish the ties severed in foolish youth!"
Chris gave him a 'don't try that shit with me' look and motioned with his hands to the shadows behind Wesker and Xander where a full contingent of Umbrella soldiers waited, weapons at the ready.
"Oh," Wesker actually looked a tad contrite, "Well there is that…"
"Can we cut the chit chat already?" Buffy was becoming impatient.
"My aren't we the eager ones." Wesker opined, "Very well… Xander, why don't you get… reacquainted with your old friend."
Xander nodded emotionlessly and started toward Buffy.
"I'll deal with brother Redfield here." Weesker stated as he stalked toward Chris, murder gleaming wickedly in his reptillian eyes.
"Well," Nick sighed as the others squared off, "I guess that leaves me with the goon squad." He pulled both pistols from his sides and racked the slides. "My kind of party."
"Xander,: Buffy began carefully as she backed away from the young man, "You don't want to do with. We're friends." she said, emphasizing the last word, "Remember?"
"Sorry," Xander said tonelessly as he swung a fist at her, "I don't remember a thing."
Buffy ducked under the punch, but just barely, which took her by surprise. She should have easily been able to dodge a punch from Xander. After all, he was only… human, right?
His next move did indeed take her by surprise as he lashed out with a right hook, which she leaned away from, then feinted and swung his foot up into her gut, expelling the air forcefully from the startled slayer. Buffy groaned as she clutched at her gut. She would definitely be sore in the morning.
"Xander," she began, and dodged to the side as he aimed a karate chop at her throat, "Stop this, it's not you."
"I'm afraid I don't know who this Xander is that you're talking about." he replied as he reached forward, moving incredibly fast, grabbed her by her hair and pulled her to him. "The names Alex." With that, he slammed her face down onto his raised knee, then backhanded her viciously.
The slayer stumbled backward, dazed from the fierce blow, uncomprehending as to how brave, loyal, and caring boy she once knew could be capable of this.
Then Alex, seeing her wounded state, threw his head back and gave a harsh cackle.
It hit her like the full force of a body slam. Xander was possessed by the Hyena spirit. Again.
She raised herself to her feet, new determination sparkling in her eyes. "Alright pal," She started as she moved toward him menacingly, "If ya want to play rough, then I'm your girl."
With the words having barely escaped her lips, she lunged, bringing her foot up in a vicious kick that caught her opponent full in the face. She followed through with a combination right-left, finishing with an uppercut that lifted the young man off his feet and sent him five feet backward in the air.
He landed in a crouch, the attacks not seeming to have had much of an affect on him. He stared at her with those chocolate brown eyes that now seemed somehow darker. He nodded at her. "Good." then began to attack again.
Elsewhere in the hanger bay, Wesker was hunting a Redfield. "Com out, come out, wherever you are!" he sang out, sweeping his flashing yellow eyes around the darkened bay. "Oh common Chris, don't be a spoil sport. Everyone has is getting along with their playmates. I'm starting to feel a bit left out."
"Well we can't have that." Wesker was caught off guard as Chris jumped down on him from a stack of crates, slamming his body to the ground.
"It's like old times." Wesker remarked as he rolled over effortlessly, despite Redfield's weight, and tossed the other man off him as if he weighed next to nothing.
Chris flew backward and landed hard, but quickly rolled to his feet. He pulled his combat knife from his vest, and gripped the weapon, blade pointed down and next to his wrist, like a street fighter.
Wesker saw the knife and laughed, "My my Chris, resorting to weapons are we? What's the matter? Afraid you can't take me on your own?"
"Yeah well…" The Stars member shot back, "We can't all have super human strength and speed, like you."
"Too true, too true." Wesker shot forward before Chris knew was happened and grabbed the wrist holding the knife, twisting painfully. "You didn't actually thing that would do any good did you?" he queried before backhanding Redfield, the blow lifting him up and back a good ten feet, where he slammed against some crates and lay, panting.
Wesker started towards him again, that same wicked gleam in his yellow eyes. "The fun begins."
Nick Martin, in startling contrast to his compatriots, was having a rather good time of it. I love my job he thought as he spun and emptied the rest of his clip into the two soldiers charging at him, guns blazing. He quickly tucked into a roll to avoid the return fire and came up against a large green crate. His back against it, he quickly ejected the spent clips and snapped in fresh ones.
He gave himself a three count, then shot his upper body up over the edge of the crate, guns blazing, before ducking back again. His shots succeeded in taking another three guards, their numbers were thinning rapidly. Out of the original 16 there were now only 10. But then again Nick didn't know how long his luck would run out. Umbrella may train stupid soldiers but their overwhelming numbers tended to make up for that minor fault. Nick may have been adventurous and cocky but he really had no desire to die, not that he would shy away from that fate if it were to become inevitable. I knew the risks when I signed on he thought, recalling all those movies and shows where people said exactly the same thing.
he thought resignedly,
"Hoo-ya!" he cried, jumping up from his crouch and letting lose with his dual pistols, spraying deadly fire from burning muzzles.
Buffy dodged another vicious attack from the hyena possessed Xander and responded with a palm blow against his forehead, knocking him backwards.
"Xander!" she tried again, "Listen to me! This isn't you! You have to stop this NOW!"
He moved back toward her, not responding to her pleas, so she decided to try something a little different.
"REMEMBER THE SPRING FLING?!?"
This seemed to give him pause and he stood, staring at her, uncertain.
Seeing the effect her words had, she continued, "You were so nervous. I…I could tell by the way you acted, t- the look in your eyes…" She looked at him sadly, "I'm sorry I turned you down. I know how t-that must have hurt."
She saw a flicker of recognition on his face, "And for what we did to you during senior year, Xand I'm SO sorry about that. We… I… had no right to treat you like that. It was wrong, and I can't imagine what that did to you."
"B… Buff.. ffyy?"
She felt fresh tears spring to her eyes at his words of recognition, "Yeah Xan-man, it's me."
He started toward her again, the menace gone from his eyes and movements, "I…" he began, "NO!" he stopped once more, his hands going to his head. "Stop… Itt!" he screamed in pain, shaking his head back and forth.
"Fight it Xan, fight it!"
He collapsed to the ground slowly, held still held between his hands. "I… I can't… I…"
"C'mon Xan you can do it!" she urged him.
"I… It's…" slowly his shaking began to subside and he simply kneeled there, face down, as if thinking. Then, he placed his hands at his sides and rose to his feet.
"C'mon." he spoke in a no nonsense tone of voice, "Let's get out of here."
Silently, she followed him.
Chris groaned from the crushing weight being apllied to his chest by the bear hug he was caught in. "No fair." he wheezed out as he struggled to maintain consciousness.
"My dear Chris, who ever said anything about being fair?"
Redfield responded by head butting Wesker hard, causing the Umbrella against to release his bruising hold on the other man. Chris dropped to the floor, and sucked in lungful of air greedily, struggling to catch his breath.
He saw the foot coming just in time and rolled out of the way, narrowly avoiding having his ribs broken and the air once again expelled from his aching lungs.
He pulled himself shakily to his feet and glared at Wesker, "Is that…. The best… you can do?" he managed too pant out between breaths.
Wesker grinned maliciously at him, "Why Chris, I'm just getting started." he leapt at Chris once more. Bringing his fist back for a vicious blow that the Stars operative was sure would finish him… when something flashed past, moving almost too quickly to follow, and snatched Wesker out of the air.
The blonde man smacked the ground hard and looked up to see who had struck him. His eyes narrowed in recognition and for the first time that day he glared hatefully, seeming to have lost the previous spirit he had been in.
"Alex."
"Sorry Al," Alex taunted, saying his first name disdainfully, "But I think I've decided to switch sides, hope you don't mind." With those words he struck out with his foot, catching the other man by surprise and full in the gut. Normally Wesker would have been more of a match to Alex. In fact, in all likelihood he could have bested the younger man. But in this instance he found himself caught unawares, and so was dispatched with little difficulty. Alex leaned down, grabbed the blonde man by his shirt, and hefted him into the air, tossing him easily over into a stack of weapons crates a good fifteen feet away.
Alex then turned to Chris and Buffy, "Get the doofus and lets get out of here." He then started for the chopper.
Chris pulled himself fully to his feet, then placed his hands to his mouth and called out, "NICK, LET'S MOVE IT BUDDY!"
The answering cry, "I GOT YA POPS!" Sounded back, followed by the sounds of rapid gunfire. A few moments later, the other Stars member came jogging up to them.
"Did you activate the hanger doors" Chris questioned wearily."
As if in response, the massive doors began to recede inward, creating a huge opening in the hanger
"Roger." Nick confirmed needlessly. "So…what's the what?" he asked curiously, seeing the state of Buffy and Chris.
The elder man sighed, "I'll tell ya later." then turned and started back to the chopper.
Nick turned to reagard Buffy, "What's his issue Buffster?"
The slayer, reached deep down into herself and resisted the urge to slug him. Instead, she ignored him and started toward the chopper herself.
Nick looked after them, confusion in his eyes. "What!?!" he called out after them, but got no response.
"Squares!" he muttered and hurried after them, leaving the hanger and slew of bullet riddled bodies behind.
A few minutes later the chopper lifted off it's wheels and headed out the opening, into the night sky.
From the stack of crates, Wesker stirred. He pulled himself up on his elbows, his eyes curiously bright, a smile replacing his earlier glare.
"It's not over Redfield, "He promised evilly. "In fact my dear Chris " he proclaimed, "It's only just begun…"
End part 9
This may have seemed a tad anti-climactic from what you all were waiting for and I apologize to that, but rest assured, all will come to make sense in time. The plot is really just beginning to open up. With any luck I should be getting these parts out with more regularity as I finally have my very own comp in MY ROOM! WHOO-HOOO! Ahem, anyways. All my stories should start being updated more frequently, so fear not! For those three of you who care.
Hope you enjoyed this part as much as I enjoyed writing it, and please, please, PLEASE! SEND FEEEDBAAACCCKKKKK!!!!