RESIDENT EVIL
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Creation of The Monsters
By Axikal
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Virus
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File 3: "Boss"
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S.T.A.R.S. A special division of the Racoon City Police Department. It is also the main interest
focus of a certain individual known as "Boss". A mysterious individual never seen by anyone and
is also the head of the UDF, Umbrella Developemental Forces. For 10 years he had overseen the
developement of the Tyrant, Nemesis, and Hunters. Sitting secluded in his offices, never to be
seen by others. To uphold his ideals of the perfect bioweapon, "Boss" hired a man to do his dirty
work for him.
* * *
"Well Nicholai, I see my faith in you is well placed. This report you have given me shows
Wesker's inability to move his project along."
"Yes. He is very stubborn as well."
"I see. And of the Hunters?"
"The tests for the latest batch are being run as we speak. John has proven to be quite useful."
"And the Nemesis?"
"Stage 2."
"Then we are agreed? We should dispose of Wesker and put in a more...shall we say...capable
person to do his job?"
"No."
"What?"
"Let's see how well this plays out. If my intuition serves me well, he may still be useful."
"Let us hope for your sake that you are right."
* * *
(The time is just about right. I shall go see how the virus production is heading) Nicholai
headed down the dark cold hallway. His destination: The Virus Labs. Passing through the long
corridors, he made his way into the central core of the underground facility. He turned to the
west and walked through the door marked "T". He smiled. (Our first achievement. But not the last)
His footsteps echoed as he made his way into the room. A skinny man with a dark complexion
greeted him.
"Nicholai! What monster of Hell has forced you into my cozy corner of this shithole?"
"None as of yet Mason. How is the virus?"
"In good shape. There are still a few problems with it but they won't be too hard to fix."
"Ah. Very good. Any other news? How are the 'guinea pigs'?"
"Whoa whoa whoa. One question at a time. The 'guinea pigs' are getting restless. It's almost time
to subject them to the virus."
"Great. The Boss will be pleased to hear this."
Mason began to scratch at his neck and arms a little.
Nicholai looked at Mason.
"You ok Mason?"
"Yeah. Just a little itchy."
Nicholai looked around. The room was nearly empty.
"Where is everyone else?"
"I told them to break. We've been working 24/7 to make this virus work."
"Right."
"Yes. Not to be rude but I need to finish."
"Oh, by all means. I'll see you around Mason."
"Ditto."
"Oh, Mason."
"Yeah?"
"You should take a break. You look like hell."
"I do?" Mason walked over to a mirror set up on a wall. Why it was set up, Mason didn't know but
it came in handy at times. This was one of them. Nicholai was right. Truly, Mason looked like
hell. His eyes were swollen and sunken. His jaw was drooping just a bit. (So many subtle changes
and I haven't even noticed them) His arms were reddish from the scratching and so was his neck.
"Hmm."
Also, Mason noticed a large red splotch on his right knee and a smaller one on the tip of his
chin. He put his hand up to the one on his chin and drew his hand away sharply as the pain hit
him.
"SHIT!"
Nicholai looked at him.
"What is it?"
"No clue. Could be from the virus. Could be a rash."
"You should take care of it then."
"Right."
Nicholai left Mason to his work. Oddly enough, Nicholai trusted Mason. Much more so than anyone
else working under him. ('Working under me' Now that's something I never thought I'd hear. But
here I am, in control of some major projects. The Boss must really trust me as much as I trust
Mason. What an honor) There was no sarcasm in his mind. He felt really honored at the amount of
trust given to him by the Boss. His thoughts carried him all the way into his own private office
hidden away from the prying eyes. (What 'prying eyes'?) This thought soon corrupted his past
thoughts. (Who am I to hide from? Almost like I'm scared of them. HA!) With this he laughed.
(Imagine, ME afraid of THEM. Almost enough to make me puke. What have I to fear?) He sat down in
his chair. (Maybe the Boss WANTS me to be secluded. But why?) With this thought still lingering,
Nicholai shook his head. Almost like a conscious effort to remove these ideas from his already
throbbing head. (Shit. All this has given me a headache) He reached down into the desk drawer.
A bottle of Advil lay there. Two capsules slid down his throat and settled into his stomach.
(Ahh. Better. Maybe this is something best left unknown. But still...why am I to be secluded?)
This thought would haunt him until the day he died...
* * *
Mason was a little more excited that Nicholai had stopped by. (Ya gotta love the big lug)
But something was bothering Mason as well. (There was something wrong with him though. He seemed
a little more...down. The blues maybe? Nah. No one gets THAT down here. We either go insane or
get torqued by the Boss. Either way we lose) The virus was almost ready. (I've heard snippets of
our plan with this baby. That mansion is gonna be one beautiful testing ground for the final
phase. I can't wait.) Mason stood up from the table where his studies were. All the components
for the final phase of the virus were laid out before him. (Damnit. Why can't I get this to work
correctly?)
He scratched his neck. (Christ. The itching has gotten worse now) He brought his hand back down
and noticed that a lot of skin remained on his fingernails. (Oh man. I don't like the looks of
this. Not one bit) He scratched his neck some more and then began to scratch his arms. (Fuck!)
The skin began to peel. (I gotta get out of here! I gotta find Nicholai! Shit!) Mason collapsed
on the floor. Everything went dark.
* * *
3 hours later...
Mason felt far away. Too distant. His vision was altered to the point where tables were twice the
normal size. He opened his mouth to speak but only grunts and groans issued from his tattered
larynx. He could still think clearly. (What the hell? What is going on?) He shuffled towards the
table with the virus. His neck creaked and cracked. Almost like it hadn't been used for years.
(But...it hasn't been years) His mind argued. (Has it?) He remembered the mirror and moved in
that direction.
When he got to the mirror he uttered a groan of agony and defeat. His arms were torn and flayed.
The muscle glistened under the light. Bone showed in places that shouldn't. His face was even
worse. His jaw now had no muscle or skin to hold it. His right eye was nonexistant now. (What has
happened to me?!) In anger he smashed his fist into the mirror, shattering it. Along with the
shards went pieces of dead flesh from his hand. He roared in frustration at the new development
that his now decaying body had taken. Slowly his mind began to deteriorate. Now his thoughts
became less clear and more broken. (Must...leave...) (Need...flesh...)
The virus was a success...
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Creation of The Monsters
By Axikal
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Virus
~~~~~
File 3: "Boss"
--------------
S.T.A.R.S. A special division of the Racoon City Police Department. It is also the main interest
focus of a certain individual known as "Boss". A mysterious individual never seen by anyone and
is also the head of the UDF, Umbrella Developemental Forces. For 10 years he had overseen the
developement of the Tyrant, Nemesis, and Hunters. Sitting secluded in his offices, never to be
seen by others. To uphold his ideals of the perfect bioweapon, "Boss" hired a man to do his dirty
work for him.
* * *
"Well Nicholai, I see my faith in you is well placed. This report you have given me shows
Wesker's inability to move his project along."
"Yes. He is very stubborn as well."
"I see. And of the Hunters?"
"The tests for the latest batch are being run as we speak. John has proven to be quite useful."
"And the Nemesis?"
"Stage 2."
"Then we are agreed? We should dispose of Wesker and put in a more...shall we say...capable
person to do his job?"
"No."
"What?"
"Let's see how well this plays out. If my intuition serves me well, he may still be useful."
"Let us hope for your sake that you are right."
* * *
(The time is just about right. I shall go see how the virus production is heading) Nicholai
headed down the dark cold hallway. His destination: The Virus Labs. Passing through the long
corridors, he made his way into the central core of the underground facility. He turned to the
west and walked through the door marked "T". He smiled. (Our first achievement. But not the last)
His footsteps echoed as he made his way into the room. A skinny man with a dark complexion
greeted him.
"Nicholai! What monster of Hell has forced you into my cozy corner of this shithole?"
"None as of yet Mason. How is the virus?"
"In good shape. There are still a few problems with it but they won't be too hard to fix."
"Ah. Very good. Any other news? How are the 'guinea pigs'?"
"Whoa whoa whoa. One question at a time. The 'guinea pigs' are getting restless. It's almost time
to subject them to the virus."
"Great. The Boss will be pleased to hear this."
Mason began to scratch at his neck and arms a little.
Nicholai looked at Mason.
"You ok Mason?"
"Yeah. Just a little itchy."
Nicholai looked around. The room was nearly empty.
"Where is everyone else?"
"I told them to break. We've been working 24/7 to make this virus work."
"Right."
"Yes. Not to be rude but I need to finish."
"Oh, by all means. I'll see you around Mason."
"Ditto."
"Oh, Mason."
"Yeah?"
"You should take a break. You look like hell."
"I do?" Mason walked over to a mirror set up on a wall. Why it was set up, Mason didn't know but
it came in handy at times. This was one of them. Nicholai was right. Truly, Mason looked like
hell. His eyes were swollen and sunken. His jaw was drooping just a bit. (So many subtle changes
and I haven't even noticed them) His arms were reddish from the scratching and so was his neck.
"Hmm."
Also, Mason noticed a large red splotch on his right knee and a smaller one on the tip of his
chin. He put his hand up to the one on his chin and drew his hand away sharply as the pain hit
him.
"SHIT!"
Nicholai looked at him.
"What is it?"
"No clue. Could be from the virus. Could be a rash."
"You should take care of it then."
"Right."
Nicholai left Mason to his work. Oddly enough, Nicholai trusted Mason. Much more so than anyone
else working under him. ('Working under me' Now that's something I never thought I'd hear. But
here I am, in control of some major projects. The Boss must really trust me as much as I trust
Mason. What an honor) There was no sarcasm in his mind. He felt really honored at the amount of
trust given to him by the Boss. His thoughts carried him all the way into his own private office
hidden away from the prying eyes. (What 'prying eyes'?) This thought soon corrupted his past
thoughts. (Who am I to hide from? Almost like I'm scared of them. HA!) With this he laughed.
(Imagine, ME afraid of THEM. Almost enough to make me puke. What have I to fear?) He sat down in
his chair. (Maybe the Boss WANTS me to be secluded. But why?) With this thought still lingering,
Nicholai shook his head. Almost like a conscious effort to remove these ideas from his already
throbbing head. (Shit. All this has given me a headache) He reached down into the desk drawer.
A bottle of Advil lay there. Two capsules slid down his throat and settled into his stomach.
(Ahh. Better. Maybe this is something best left unknown. But still...why am I to be secluded?)
This thought would haunt him until the day he died...
* * *
Mason was a little more excited that Nicholai had stopped by. (Ya gotta love the big lug)
But something was bothering Mason as well. (There was something wrong with him though. He seemed
a little more...down. The blues maybe? Nah. No one gets THAT down here. We either go insane or
get torqued by the Boss. Either way we lose) The virus was almost ready. (I've heard snippets of
our plan with this baby. That mansion is gonna be one beautiful testing ground for the final
phase. I can't wait.) Mason stood up from the table where his studies were. All the components
for the final phase of the virus were laid out before him. (Damnit. Why can't I get this to work
correctly?)
He scratched his neck. (Christ. The itching has gotten worse now) He brought his hand back down
and noticed that a lot of skin remained on his fingernails. (Oh man. I don't like the looks of
this. Not one bit) He scratched his neck some more and then began to scratch his arms. (Fuck!)
The skin began to peel. (I gotta get out of here! I gotta find Nicholai! Shit!) Mason collapsed
on the floor. Everything went dark.
* * *
3 hours later...
Mason felt far away. Too distant. His vision was altered to the point where tables were twice the
normal size. He opened his mouth to speak but only grunts and groans issued from his tattered
larynx. He could still think clearly. (What the hell? What is going on?) He shuffled towards the
table with the virus. His neck creaked and cracked. Almost like it hadn't been used for years.
(But...it hasn't been years) His mind argued. (Has it?) He remembered the mirror and moved in
that direction.
When he got to the mirror he uttered a groan of agony and defeat. His arms were torn and flayed.
The muscle glistened under the light. Bone showed in places that shouldn't. His face was even
worse. His jaw now had no muscle or skin to hold it. His right eye was nonexistant now. (What has
happened to me?!) In anger he smashed his fist into the mirror, shattering it. Along with the
shards went pieces of dead flesh from his hand. He roared in frustration at the new development
that his now decaying body had taken. Slowly his mind began to deteriorate. Now his thoughts
became less clear and more broken. (Must...leave...) (Need...flesh...)
The virus was a success...