RESIDENT EVIL
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Creation of The Monsters
By Axikal
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The Nemesis Awakes
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File 4: Europe Labs
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The labs in Racoon aren't the only UDF labs. More are established elsewhere in the world. But one
of the most intriguing is one of the Europe labs. It is here that a very special "project" is
taking place. One that could alter the history of man forever...
* * *
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Nemesis Type 1
Status: Stage 2
Extra Notes: Something odd has occurred. The Nemesis is growing at a rapid rate. Growth has risen
from the normal 10% to 30%. Massive intelligence detected from brain scan. No longer eats the
scraps of meat I usually give the Nemesis Stage 2s. Only eats live medium-sized human beings. I
will begin tests tonight.
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George yawned. (These reports are a pain in the ass to write) He stood up from the table. His
eyes began to droop. (Great. Now I'm completely exhausted. What next?)
As if to answer his question, he heard a sound issuing from the tank which contained the Nemesis.
George looked in the direction of the tank. (Great. Even better news. The Nemesis is awake)
He walked over to the tank. The Nemesis did not move. Nor did it seem to be awake. (Well what the
hell was it then?)
He stood there for a couple of minutes, sizing up the situation, but it made him even more tired.
(To hell with this. I need some sleep) He walked back over to the desk and pressed a button on
a black machine laying there.
"Yes? This is Judy. How may I help you?"
"Yeah Judy. This is George in Sector 9. I'm takin an hour break. No, make that three hours."
"Oh. Ok George. I'll let the Boss know."
"Fine. You do that Judy. Just remember that I'll be back ok?"
"No problem. Is there anyone who can watch after the 'project'?"
"Yeah. Francis should be here any minute."
With that George pressed another button and Judy was no longer there. (Gotta call Francis and get
him to take over) He punched down a green button and then a voice with a latin accent spoke.
"Francis here."
"Yeah. It's me, George."
"George! What brings you to call me?"
"Get down here. You will look after the Nemesis while I take a three hour."
Francis' voice took on a whole different tone. One that George remembered his mother using when
she was unhappy with him.
"Three hours? There must be some mistake."
"No mistake. Judy has rung me out for those three and I will be damned if I don't use em."
The voice on the other end returned to normal.
"Fine. But you know I'm pissed."
"For what? Just because I worked 24/7 and want a three hour break?"
George heard some laughter.
"Gotcha again George. I'll be there to take over. You take that break."
"Always the wit. Ok. I'll see you in three hours."
George pressed a black button and the machine disconnected them. (Now it's time to get some well
deserved rest) As he walked towards the door however, he turned his head back towards the tank.
Something inside him hated the creature floating in that green water. (Damn beast. You should not
be allowed to live) But he knew that if he were to destroy the creature that his OWN life would
be at stake as well. (A suicide action. Yeah. That would describe it. Still...) He lingered a
moment more. Then he left the room.
As the door closed behind him, the eyes of the Nemesis opened...
* * *
Francis walked down the halls towards Sector 9. A feeling of nausea began to form in his stomach.
(What the?) He stopped and put his back on the wall. He quickly moved off of the wall as the cold
began to seep into him. (?) He put his hand onto the wall. It was frozen. (What in the hell?)
This was something new. (That's not right. This section is frozen. I wonder...) He began to touch
other parts of the wall. They were warm to the touch. Yet that section remained cold. (Odd. I
should report that) He stood there looking at the wall. Then he walked down the hall and found
himself at the nexus point of Sectors 9, 10, and 11. (Well. Time to get to work)
* * *
The room was empty. The Nemesis scanned the room for food. (Hungry...) The deformed figure began
to tap the glass of it's cylindrical prison. (Must get out) It tapped harder. Not wanting to do
damage to itself. It checked for weak points in the tank's round structure. If George were only
here to witness it. He would probably have gone insane. The intelligence of this monstrosity was
more than any other Nemesis type had ever had. It tapped a portion of the tank and felt it give
away partially. Some of the green fluid leaked out of the tank. Finally...freedom...
* * *
Francis looked at his watch. (10:15 AM) It was only fifteen minutes ago that George had called
him down to look after the Nemesis. Now here he was. Sector 9 at last. It was then that he heard
it...the sound of glass shattering. (!) The door opened and Francis rushed into the room.
"Holy shit..."
He entered what seemed to be something from a disaster movie. The tables were overturned and
smashed in half. The lockers also had met a similar fate. What really caught Francis' eye was the
tank that once held the Nemesis. It had lost an entire side and was empty. Green fluid lay all
over the floor. It was in this liquid that Francis noticed footprints. BIG footprints.
"Oh man. This is not good."
Suddenly he heard footsteps. He whirled around to find himself face-to-face with the Nemesis. It
looked him over. Francis couldn't move. He stared into the giant's face. The milky white eyes,
the horrid mouth that lacked any lips but revealed two rows of teeth. BIG teeth. The reddish skin
that pulsated with each breath of the vile creature. It was within this skin that the veins could
be clearly seen. Pumping copper-red blood throughout the body. His eyes returned to the face of
the Nemesis. A wave of horror swept over him as he realized his fate. A flicker of movement
caught his eye. It was an arm. The Nemesis' arm. Rising slowly towards him. And Francis, still
rooted to the spot, knew there was no escape. At least, not this time...
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Creation of The Monsters
By Axikal
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The Nemesis Awakes
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
File 4: Europe Labs
-------------------
The labs in Racoon aren't the only UDF labs. More are established elsewhere in the world. But one
of the most intriguing is one of the Europe labs. It is here that a very special "project" is
taking place. One that could alter the history of man forever...
* * *
------------------------
Nemesis Type 1
Status: Stage 2
Extra Notes: Something odd has occurred. The Nemesis is growing at a rapid rate. Growth has risen
from the normal 10% to 30%. Massive intelligence detected from brain scan. No longer eats the
scraps of meat I usually give the Nemesis Stage 2s. Only eats live medium-sized human beings. I
will begin tests tonight.
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George yawned. (These reports are a pain in the ass to write) He stood up from the table. His
eyes began to droop. (Great. Now I'm completely exhausted. What next?)
As if to answer his question, he heard a sound issuing from the tank which contained the Nemesis.
George looked in the direction of the tank. (Great. Even better news. The Nemesis is awake)
He walked over to the tank. The Nemesis did not move. Nor did it seem to be awake. (Well what the
hell was it then?)
He stood there for a couple of minutes, sizing up the situation, but it made him even more tired.
(To hell with this. I need some sleep) He walked back over to the desk and pressed a button on
a black machine laying there.
"Yes? This is Judy. How may I help you?"
"Yeah Judy. This is George in Sector 9. I'm takin an hour break. No, make that three hours."
"Oh. Ok George. I'll let the Boss know."
"Fine. You do that Judy. Just remember that I'll be back ok?"
"No problem. Is there anyone who can watch after the 'project'?"
"Yeah. Francis should be here any minute."
With that George pressed another button and Judy was no longer there. (Gotta call Francis and get
him to take over) He punched down a green button and then a voice with a latin accent spoke.
"Francis here."
"Yeah. It's me, George."
"George! What brings you to call me?"
"Get down here. You will look after the Nemesis while I take a three hour."
Francis' voice took on a whole different tone. One that George remembered his mother using when
she was unhappy with him.
"Three hours? There must be some mistake."
"No mistake. Judy has rung me out for those three and I will be damned if I don't use em."
The voice on the other end returned to normal.
"Fine. But you know I'm pissed."
"For what? Just because I worked 24/7 and want a three hour break?"
George heard some laughter.
"Gotcha again George. I'll be there to take over. You take that break."
"Always the wit. Ok. I'll see you in three hours."
George pressed a black button and the machine disconnected them. (Now it's time to get some well
deserved rest) As he walked towards the door however, he turned his head back towards the tank.
Something inside him hated the creature floating in that green water. (Damn beast. You should not
be allowed to live) But he knew that if he were to destroy the creature that his OWN life would
be at stake as well. (A suicide action. Yeah. That would describe it. Still...) He lingered a
moment more. Then he left the room.
As the door closed behind him, the eyes of the Nemesis opened...
* * *
Francis walked down the halls towards Sector 9. A feeling of nausea began to form in his stomach.
(What the?) He stopped and put his back on the wall. He quickly moved off of the wall as the cold
began to seep into him. (?) He put his hand onto the wall. It was frozen. (What in the hell?)
This was something new. (That's not right. This section is frozen. I wonder...) He began to touch
other parts of the wall. They were warm to the touch. Yet that section remained cold. (Odd. I
should report that) He stood there looking at the wall. Then he walked down the hall and found
himself at the nexus point of Sectors 9, 10, and 11. (Well. Time to get to work)
* * *
The room was empty. The Nemesis scanned the room for food. (Hungry...) The deformed figure began
to tap the glass of it's cylindrical prison. (Must get out) It tapped harder. Not wanting to do
damage to itself. It checked for weak points in the tank's round structure. If George were only
here to witness it. He would probably have gone insane. The intelligence of this monstrosity was
more than any other Nemesis type had ever had. It tapped a portion of the tank and felt it give
away partially. Some of the green fluid leaked out of the tank. Finally...freedom...
* * *
Francis looked at his watch. (10:15 AM) It was only fifteen minutes ago that George had called
him down to look after the Nemesis. Now here he was. Sector 9 at last. It was then that he heard
it...the sound of glass shattering. (!) The door opened and Francis rushed into the room.
"Holy shit..."
He entered what seemed to be something from a disaster movie. The tables were overturned and
smashed in half. The lockers also had met a similar fate. What really caught Francis' eye was the
tank that once held the Nemesis. It had lost an entire side and was empty. Green fluid lay all
over the floor. It was in this liquid that Francis noticed footprints. BIG footprints.
"Oh man. This is not good."
Suddenly he heard footsteps. He whirled around to find himself face-to-face with the Nemesis. It
looked him over. Francis couldn't move. He stared into the giant's face. The milky white eyes,
the horrid mouth that lacked any lips but revealed two rows of teeth. BIG teeth. The reddish skin
that pulsated with each breath of the vile creature. It was within this skin that the veins could
be clearly seen. Pumping copper-red blood throughout the body. His eyes returned to the face of
the Nemesis. A wave of horror swept over him as he realized his fate. A flicker of movement
caught his eye. It was an arm. The Nemesis' arm. Rising slowly towards him. And Francis, still
rooted to the spot, knew there was no escape. At least, not this time...