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Disclaimer- Let me see you were wondering if I own RE? Well it may suprise you (take a deep breath) but I don't (like that was a shock, at least I hope it wasn't)
a/n Okay I thought I'd write chapter two of this as I've managed to get together several ideas for this fic and where it's heading. I'm not sure how many chapters this fic is going to have or who's going to die and who's not, I'm just going to have and wait and see.
Chapter Two: The Thrill Of The Hunt
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Ah the hunt yes, I haven't felt so alive in ages to tell you the truth. The only regret I have about it is the fact it was over too soon, far too soon for me to really get into it. I suppose I can't help it if my prey was too dumb and too slow to survive for more than a few minutes. Did I say minutes? He was dead as soon as I set my sights on him, he was just living on borrowed time. It wasn't a hunt as such either, for a hunt they need to have fear in their eyes as they're relentlessly hunted by their pursuer to the brink of exhaustion and their bodies slowly give up, too bad that's not what happened. Anyway it was only the first kill and I did start with the weakest of our group so things can only improve. I'm going to really savour my last kill (I'm leaving the best to last) for it will be my greatest *opponent/challenge* to date, Chris (who else but the *leader*). But why talk of that now? It'll only make me want it even more and I can't afford to brood and make any mistakes, not now I have my story to sort out and concoct. You see it'll be about another hour or so before anyone realises what has happened, or rather they'll think they know what has happened and I need to have my facts straight.
I should explain where we are though before I get to my tale in order to create the right... atmosphere. 'We'(I don't belong grouped together with them, I'm a different much superior class altogether) are in another Umbrella lab on the outskirts of a small city within Europe. The lab has been contaminated and we're investigating. Actually I'm lying when I say that, really it has been abandoned more than contaminated or at least it was a while before we arrived.
I suppose I'm confusing you now (once again it just goes to show how utterly and completely stupid you are), although you could make a well informed guess as to what has happened. This lab was a research centre for the T-Virus and its variations, it's also one of their safest smaller complexes. Saying that it's odd they've decided to shut it down, apparently somebody was getting too suspicious or something, but their loss is my gain. They have come up with a rather smart plan for the destruction of this lab as well. From what I understand they will use it as an excuse for a series of reprisal attacks on HCF.. who apparently will be blamed for this even though the act was committed by Umbrella. Killing their own, how apt for me, Umbrella's so like me, that must be why I'm such an integral part of it. See perhaps I wasn't supposed to know about this but, well I'm one of their best... I have complete access to the top information. That's why I knew and that is why I'm here, I've decided to take advantage of the circumstances bestowed by the powers that be. Tonight they've unwittingly given me what I want, lives to play with; 4 (left) living and 50 odd undead... and also a playground to *play* with them in. But alas I'm rambling again so I'll cut it to you straight, Umbrella never leaves a trail back to them and if that involves killing people so be it. Each research staff member now lies dead in this complex because of that rule... well not quite dead exactly, not any longer. They'd kill me if they found out what I have done, deliberately letting the virus loose in a lab, talk about breaking the rules. It's not like I care though, it won't be me who will be blamed for it, I as far as they know knew nothing of it.
You see I have an... acquaintance (lets just say he'd rather he didn't know me) in the small team that came in here to dispose of the researches and retrieve all of their useful research. However due to its small inadequate size nobody was any the wiser that a few samples went *missing*. What I'm getting at is that he stole and injected, on my behalf (how God damn sweet), a sample into one of the recently deceased staff members. As the virus has the ability to rejuvenate cells even for some time after the death of the host it thus multiplied within the body and about an hour after the squad left the corpse began to walk, feed and pass on the virus. Don't worry I'm not stupid, the sample I instructed to be used was an extremely weak one so I don't have a Tyrant or something to contend with (like they're so strong, the group of imbeciles I'm with seem to have managed alright so far).
The fact of the matter is that these zombies are merely a means to an end, something to keep the others busy and unsuspicious. They also form an excuse, a reason as to why our group is suddenly being transformed into the walking undead one by one. You have no idea what I'm talking about, do you? I couldn't have dead bodies turning up with bullet wounds and the like (well I'm going to be a little more creative than that), that is far too obvious. Instead in order to avoid detection until my final kill of tonight I've come up with a much better strategy. After killing them I inject them with another sample of the virus, one of four (previously five) that I have in my possession (a *present* oh-so willingly left behind by my acquaintance). After an hour or so transformation is complete and no-one has any idea (blood stains on a zombie, how unusual). What a great plan, don't you think? And it's just come to me not only do I get to kill these half wits, I get to destroy them both mentally and emotionally in the process as they will have to kill (and also later be killed) by someone they have grown very close to and perhaps even loved (how bad I must feel).
Persuading the others to come here was disappointingly easy, some false information and I had them reeled in. They've come here unquestioning in the idea that the base contains a stockpile of antidotes to the virus and its variations, and I of course let them believe that. They were attracted like moths to a flame... quite sad really. So desperate to stop something they can't, so trusting in the idea that good will prevail over *evil*. They're going to learn the hard way, and the only way.. evil always wins when you've got a bitch like me part of it.
But that's enough of what has happened tonight so far on that subject I must discuss the kill, I can't refrain myself any longer from it. It started not fifteen minutes ago, my hands are still shaking slightly as my excitement slowly subsides, but that's not important, let me tell you all about it...
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(flash back to 20 or so minutes before in a dark poorly lit car park on the west side of the lab)
The car park was as quiet as a graveyard, the lone man within it sighed to himself. It wasn't a terribly exciting job to serve as lookout and the man bitterly remarked about the situation ^Why do I always get the boring jobs?^, he angrily asked, ^Anything that's interesting only happens inside the lab, not outside of it. Why do they get to have all the fun whilst I get lumbered with the job of lookout? It's not like anyone ever comes before we're finished. Why did I get given such an insignificant job? Is that all they view me as insignificant, a backup if something goes wrong? And why did I get I paired alone all by myself?...Why did it have to be me?^
The man shook his head violently, it wasn't in his nature to do the whole self pity thing. He was an upbeat person after all, always wearing a smile, always cheerful, always happy even if the rest of the group didn't appreciate it all or even most of the time. He was angry about being given the menial task of looking out for anything suspicious but it wasn't just that, what he was most angry about was the fact that Chris'd split him up from her. He wouldn't have minded being lookout as long as it was with her but Chris had of course had other ideas. He didn't know whether it was because Chris was thinking he was looking out for her, keeping him and her at a distance, or because he wanted to control her, whatever his reason he'd split the two of them up. When he'd tried to argue that he should perhaps go with her she had of course been her usual tom boyish self and insisted that she'd be alright. She always brought up the point that since she'd managed to survive Racoon city with little help from him she could deal with anything by herself.
He tore himself from his musings, it didn't bear to think about it, there'd be other missions, some where Chris would have to let him spend time with her and prove his worth. No now he should just concentrate on the task at hand, he couldn't afford to screw up already if he ever wanted to eventually gain her trust. It was then he heard it, the distinct sound of footsteps coming from somewhere within the depths of the car park. The sound was extremely quiet but due to the blanket of silence that already covered it the noise was magnified so that it rebounded thunderously around the car park. Instantly the man's eyes darted to where the noise was coming from, its source hidden by both the darkness and mass of cars that surrounded it. The man cautiously pulled his gun from its holster, pointing it blindly at where he thought the causer of the noise laid. "Whose there?", he called out sharply, "I've got a gun and I will use it". There was no answer so slowly he edged his way through the path of darkness before him, and from the safety of the lights that shone dimly upon the gravel path leading into the lab. "Whose there?" he repeated although a bit more shakily this time "I won't hesitate to shoot if you don't tell me who you are". This time a small sound of the shuffling of feet could be heard from behind one of the parked cars. "I know where you are" he said his voice beginning to gain confidence as he made his way to a silver car. The noise steadily increased as he began to edge his way around the bonnet of the car next to it. He slowly moved to the rear of the car hoping to take the person in waiting by surprise. Gun at the ready he braced himself for what he about to do. With a decisive cry of "FREEZE" he threw himself round the side of the car and to whatever laid in wait. However he was shocked beyond words when he found out that nothing was in front of him.
So shocked and so puzzled was he that he failed to hear his assailant silently creeping up on him. So surprised was he that he failed to know that his attacker was only feet behind him. So engrossed was he that it was only when the knife appeared at his throat that he turned his head. Startled and petrified he was unable to react or indeed save himself from the quick application of the knife. The murderer took a few steps back to avoid getting blood over herself as he let out a short gasp and fell towards her and back on to the ground below. Laying in a pool of his own blood he gazed into the night sky above his eyes. Rebecca knelt over him watching his face as he died, however Carlos never saw her. He was too far gone to see, too close to death was he to notice. He was determined though as he gathered his remaining strength and spoke his last words as he coughed blood up from his mouth. "Jill...J..I.l...l." he cried in a horse whisper to the air as he died his death, betrayed and killed by a woman who he would have, like the others, trusted his very life with.
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a/n Okay a bit more sad and a bit more evil there I hope. Thought it'd be a nice touch to go into third person at the killing points in order to get a sense of the characters emotions and feelings before and as they died. Also what I wanted to do was try and either make it Leon or Carlos that it could've been until right up until the end. Also I've realised that it would seem a bit odd that if Umbrella could kill Chris and the others they would've done it sooner but I'll be explaining why they haven't in the next chapter. The only problem I've got with this fic is deciding whether or not to kill each character and then have the final stand off with Chris or only kill some of them (i.e. What do you think?).
Disclaimer- Let me see you were wondering if I own RE? Well it may suprise you (take a deep breath) but I don't (like that was a shock, at least I hope it wasn't)
a/n Okay I thought I'd write chapter two of this as I've managed to get together several ideas for this fic and where it's heading. I'm not sure how many chapters this fic is going to have or who's going to die and who's not, I'm just going to have and wait and see.
Chapter Two: The Thrill Of The Hunt
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Ah the hunt yes, I haven't felt so alive in ages to tell you the truth. The only regret I have about it is the fact it was over too soon, far too soon for me to really get into it. I suppose I can't help it if my prey was too dumb and too slow to survive for more than a few minutes. Did I say minutes? He was dead as soon as I set my sights on him, he was just living on borrowed time. It wasn't a hunt as such either, for a hunt they need to have fear in their eyes as they're relentlessly hunted by their pursuer to the brink of exhaustion and their bodies slowly give up, too bad that's not what happened. Anyway it was only the first kill and I did start with the weakest of our group so things can only improve. I'm going to really savour my last kill (I'm leaving the best to last) for it will be my greatest *opponent/challenge* to date, Chris (who else but the *leader*). But why talk of that now? It'll only make me want it even more and I can't afford to brood and make any mistakes, not now I have my story to sort out and concoct. You see it'll be about another hour or so before anyone realises what has happened, or rather they'll think they know what has happened and I need to have my facts straight.
I should explain where we are though before I get to my tale in order to create the right... atmosphere. 'We'(I don't belong grouped together with them, I'm a different much superior class altogether) are in another Umbrella lab on the outskirts of a small city within Europe. The lab has been contaminated and we're investigating. Actually I'm lying when I say that, really it has been abandoned more than contaminated or at least it was a while before we arrived.
I suppose I'm confusing you now (once again it just goes to show how utterly and completely stupid you are), although you could make a well informed guess as to what has happened. This lab was a research centre for the T-Virus and its variations, it's also one of their safest smaller complexes. Saying that it's odd they've decided to shut it down, apparently somebody was getting too suspicious or something, but their loss is my gain. They have come up with a rather smart plan for the destruction of this lab as well. From what I understand they will use it as an excuse for a series of reprisal attacks on HCF.. who apparently will be blamed for this even though the act was committed by Umbrella. Killing their own, how apt for me, Umbrella's so like me, that must be why I'm such an integral part of it. See perhaps I wasn't supposed to know about this but, well I'm one of their best... I have complete access to the top information. That's why I knew and that is why I'm here, I've decided to take advantage of the circumstances bestowed by the powers that be. Tonight they've unwittingly given me what I want, lives to play with; 4 (left) living and 50 odd undead... and also a playground to *play* with them in. But alas I'm rambling again so I'll cut it to you straight, Umbrella never leaves a trail back to them and if that involves killing people so be it. Each research staff member now lies dead in this complex because of that rule... well not quite dead exactly, not any longer. They'd kill me if they found out what I have done, deliberately letting the virus loose in a lab, talk about breaking the rules. It's not like I care though, it won't be me who will be blamed for it, I as far as they know knew nothing of it.
You see I have an... acquaintance (lets just say he'd rather he didn't know me) in the small team that came in here to dispose of the researches and retrieve all of their useful research. However due to its small inadequate size nobody was any the wiser that a few samples went *missing*. What I'm getting at is that he stole and injected, on my behalf (how God damn sweet), a sample into one of the recently deceased staff members. As the virus has the ability to rejuvenate cells even for some time after the death of the host it thus multiplied within the body and about an hour after the squad left the corpse began to walk, feed and pass on the virus. Don't worry I'm not stupid, the sample I instructed to be used was an extremely weak one so I don't have a Tyrant or something to contend with (like they're so strong, the group of imbeciles I'm with seem to have managed alright so far).
The fact of the matter is that these zombies are merely a means to an end, something to keep the others busy and unsuspicious. They also form an excuse, a reason as to why our group is suddenly being transformed into the walking undead one by one. You have no idea what I'm talking about, do you? I couldn't have dead bodies turning up with bullet wounds and the like (well I'm going to be a little more creative than that), that is far too obvious. Instead in order to avoid detection until my final kill of tonight I've come up with a much better strategy. After killing them I inject them with another sample of the virus, one of four (previously five) that I have in my possession (a *present* oh-so willingly left behind by my acquaintance). After an hour or so transformation is complete and no-one has any idea (blood stains on a zombie, how unusual). What a great plan, don't you think? And it's just come to me not only do I get to kill these half wits, I get to destroy them both mentally and emotionally in the process as they will have to kill (and also later be killed) by someone they have grown very close to and perhaps even loved (how bad I must feel).
Persuading the others to come here was disappointingly easy, some false information and I had them reeled in. They've come here unquestioning in the idea that the base contains a stockpile of antidotes to the virus and its variations, and I of course let them believe that. They were attracted like moths to a flame... quite sad really. So desperate to stop something they can't, so trusting in the idea that good will prevail over *evil*. They're going to learn the hard way, and the only way.. evil always wins when you've got a bitch like me part of it.
But that's enough of what has happened tonight so far on that subject I must discuss the kill, I can't refrain myself any longer from it. It started not fifteen minutes ago, my hands are still shaking slightly as my excitement slowly subsides, but that's not important, let me tell you all about it...
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(flash back to 20 or so minutes before in a dark poorly lit car park on the west side of the lab)
The car park was as quiet as a graveyard, the lone man within it sighed to himself. It wasn't a terribly exciting job to serve as lookout and the man bitterly remarked about the situation ^Why do I always get the boring jobs?^, he angrily asked, ^Anything that's interesting only happens inside the lab, not outside of it. Why do they get to have all the fun whilst I get lumbered with the job of lookout? It's not like anyone ever comes before we're finished. Why did I get given such an insignificant job? Is that all they view me as insignificant, a backup if something goes wrong? And why did I get I paired alone all by myself?...Why did it have to be me?^
The man shook his head violently, it wasn't in his nature to do the whole self pity thing. He was an upbeat person after all, always wearing a smile, always cheerful, always happy even if the rest of the group didn't appreciate it all or even most of the time. He was angry about being given the menial task of looking out for anything suspicious but it wasn't just that, what he was most angry about was the fact that Chris'd split him up from her. He wouldn't have minded being lookout as long as it was with her but Chris had of course had other ideas. He didn't know whether it was because Chris was thinking he was looking out for her, keeping him and her at a distance, or because he wanted to control her, whatever his reason he'd split the two of them up. When he'd tried to argue that he should perhaps go with her she had of course been her usual tom boyish self and insisted that she'd be alright. She always brought up the point that since she'd managed to survive Racoon city with little help from him she could deal with anything by herself.
He tore himself from his musings, it didn't bear to think about it, there'd be other missions, some where Chris would have to let him spend time with her and prove his worth. No now he should just concentrate on the task at hand, he couldn't afford to screw up already if he ever wanted to eventually gain her trust. It was then he heard it, the distinct sound of footsteps coming from somewhere within the depths of the car park. The sound was extremely quiet but due to the blanket of silence that already covered it the noise was magnified so that it rebounded thunderously around the car park. Instantly the man's eyes darted to where the noise was coming from, its source hidden by both the darkness and mass of cars that surrounded it. The man cautiously pulled his gun from its holster, pointing it blindly at where he thought the causer of the noise laid. "Whose there?", he called out sharply, "I've got a gun and I will use it". There was no answer so slowly he edged his way through the path of darkness before him, and from the safety of the lights that shone dimly upon the gravel path leading into the lab. "Whose there?" he repeated although a bit more shakily this time "I won't hesitate to shoot if you don't tell me who you are". This time a small sound of the shuffling of feet could be heard from behind one of the parked cars. "I know where you are" he said his voice beginning to gain confidence as he made his way to a silver car. The noise steadily increased as he began to edge his way around the bonnet of the car next to it. He slowly moved to the rear of the car hoping to take the person in waiting by surprise. Gun at the ready he braced himself for what he about to do. With a decisive cry of "FREEZE" he threw himself round the side of the car and to whatever laid in wait. However he was shocked beyond words when he found out that nothing was in front of him.
So shocked and so puzzled was he that he failed to hear his assailant silently creeping up on him. So surprised was he that he failed to know that his attacker was only feet behind him. So engrossed was he that it was only when the knife appeared at his throat that he turned his head. Startled and petrified he was unable to react or indeed save himself from the quick application of the knife. The murderer took a few steps back to avoid getting blood over herself as he let out a short gasp and fell towards her and back on to the ground below. Laying in a pool of his own blood he gazed into the night sky above his eyes. Rebecca knelt over him watching his face as he died, however Carlos never saw her. He was too far gone to see, too close to death was he to notice. He was determined though as he gathered his remaining strength and spoke his last words as he coughed blood up from his mouth. "Jill...J..I.l...l." he cried in a horse whisper to the air as he died his death, betrayed and killed by a woman who he would have, like the others, trusted his very life with.
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a/n Okay a bit more sad and a bit more evil there I hope. Thought it'd be a nice touch to go into third person at the killing points in order to get a sense of the characters emotions and feelings before and as they died. Also what I wanted to do was try and either make it Leon or Carlos that it could've been until right up until the end. Also I've realised that it would seem a bit odd that if Umbrella could kill Chris and the others they would've done it sooner but I'll be explaining why they haven't in the next chapter. The only problem I've got with this fic is deciding whether or not to kill each character and then have the final stand off with Chris or only kill some of them (i.e. What do you think?).