RESIDENT EVIL
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Creation of The Monsters
By Axikal
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Hunter Hunted
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File 6: Email From John
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(The following is a decrypted message)
To: Boss
From: J. Leiver
Subject: Hunter VG Tests
According to plan, the Hunter VG is being tested full time. Test stages 1-8 have been
successfully completed. The results are above average just as we predicted. The others have no
clue as to our TRUE plans. Not even Nicholai knows this. I have encrypted this message so that no
one will know what is going on. Until it's too late.
As for Wesker, I have sent in for the program as you requested. He will install it not knowing
that the results will make him meet his untimely end. You are a true GENIUS!
But enough of this boot licking. It's time we get down to business. In return for my completed
services I would like total control of the Tyrant, Hunter, and Nemesis programs. Since I only
have PARTIAL control of the Hunter program I am asking for more. This may seem to be selfish but
I see this as an opportunity to expand my knowledge to the other programs without the others
knowing my ultimate motive. As is your motive.
I must leave you to send me an answer. Our next two tests are already underway.
I trust you'll make the right decision.
J.L.
* * *
The sounds of screaming, cursing, and chanting could be heard from the breakroom. Judy pushed her
chair back a little. She could see nothing. She nudged further and further until she saw what was
causing the commotion. The television was on and was set to the Jerry Springer show. Judy frowned
and got up out of her seat. Upon entering the room she saw a lone man, George, napping away as
the whorish white-trash bimbos, as Judy put it, threatened to kill each other. Not to mention the
occasional flashing of breasts to add to the frenzied crowd.
(How in the hell can he sleep through all this trash? I have a right mind to unhook this damn
thing)
She walked over to the television and shut it off. Then, out of anger, she pulled the knob with
all her might, thus ripping it out of the set.
"There. Now that garbage won't get in here."
The complete silence of the room set her at ease. George, stirred but did not awaken. Around the
corner lurked a shadow. Judy sat down, the chair squeaked under her weight. As she sat down,
however, she noticed an unpleasent odor. She sniffed the air.
"What in the world is that?"
It smelled like blood mixed with...something... Judy couldn't figure out just exactly what it was
but she knew she had smelled it before. Her eyes widened. (Of course! George smelled like it
everyday! It's that liquid from those Nemesis tubes!) A loud noise permiated from the break room.
She looked in only to find it torn to hell. (Oh my God!) She found George's body. But on top of
it was a giant creature. It's muscles showing in the bright room. It stopped feasting on the body
only to stand up and face Judy. She knew right away what it was. The Nemesis....
* * *
"Alright! Test number 9 is up and running! Prepare the 'guinea pig'!"
The whole room buzzed with activity. The Hunter had successfully completed 8 tests. None of
the other Hunters even came close. Now the 9th was underway. The testing ground looked like a
jungle. In it was the Hunter and another man. He had on combat fatiuges and camoflauge. He
carried in his arms an AKS-74u. A loud voice buzzed over the loudspeakers.
"Ok. If you want to survive this you'd better shoot down the Hunter. We won't tell you where it
is or what it looks like. All you know is that it will kill you if you don't kill IT first."
The man looked up and nodded.
Up in The Watch, John looked on with satisfaction. (Good luck soldier. You're gonna need it.)
* * *
The soldier looked around. The area was filled with vegetation. From his right came a rustle. He
whipped in the direction of the noise and waited. The ferns shaked from side to side. Suddenly,
a group of small lizards broke out of the ferns and shot off past the man. He breathed a sigh of
relief and muttered some curses in Russian. Soon he continued searching...
Elsewhere...
The Hunter sniffed the air. Frustration set in as the only scent it could pick up was fresh
plants. It roared and birds flew out from the trees. One flew too low and the Hunter snagged it
from the air as easy as a kid catches a baseball. In a frenzy of teeth and snapping of bones the
bird was reduced to nothing but feathers...
The sound of the Hunter carried all the way to the ears of the Russian soldier. He adjusted his
weapon and headed towards the sound...
Three hours later...
The Russian caught sight of movement near the center of the massive jungle. It was the Hunter.
He raised his gun and prepared to fire. Tension mounted within him as the crosshairs centered on
the monster's head. His hands shook and the adrenaline pumped through him. It was time to end it.
Silently, he whispered a prayer and pulled the trigger...
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Creation of The Monsters
By Axikal
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Hunter Hunted
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
File 6: Email From John
-----------------------
(The following is a decrypted message)
To: Boss
From: J. Leiver
Subject: Hunter VG Tests
According to plan, the Hunter VG is being tested full time. Test stages 1-8 have been
successfully completed. The results are above average just as we predicted. The others have no
clue as to our TRUE plans. Not even Nicholai knows this. I have encrypted this message so that no
one will know what is going on. Until it's too late.
As for Wesker, I have sent in for the program as you requested. He will install it not knowing
that the results will make him meet his untimely end. You are a true GENIUS!
But enough of this boot licking. It's time we get down to business. In return for my completed
services I would like total control of the Tyrant, Hunter, and Nemesis programs. Since I only
have PARTIAL control of the Hunter program I am asking for more. This may seem to be selfish but
I see this as an opportunity to expand my knowledge to the other programs without the others
knowing my ultimate motive. As is your motive.
I must leave you to send me an answer. Our next two tests are already underway.
I trust you'll make the right decision.
J.L.
* * *
The sounds of screaming, cursing, and chanting could be heard from the breakroom. Judy pushed her
chair back a little. She could see nothing. She nudged further and further until she saw what was
causing the commotion. The television was on and was set to the Jerry Springer show. Judy frowned
and got up out of her seat. Upon entering the room she saw a lone man, George, napping away as
the whorish white-trash bimbos, as Judy put it, threatened to kill each other. Not to mention the
occasional flashing of breasts to add to the frenzied crowd.
(How in the hell can he sleep through all this trash? I have a right mind to unhook this damn
thing)
She walked over to the television and shut it off. Then, out of anger, she pulled the knob with
all her might, thus ripping it out of the set.
"There. Now that garbage won't get in here."
The complete silence of the room set her at ease. George, stirred but did not awaken. Around the
corner lurked a shadow. Judy sat down, the chair squeaked under her weight. As she sat down,
however, she noticed an unpleasent odor. She sniffed the air.
"What in the world is that?"
It smelled like blood mixed with...something... Judy couldn't figure out just exactly what it was
but she knew she had smelled it before. Her eyes widened. (Of course! George smelled like it
everyday! It's that liquid from those Nemesis tubes!) A loud noise permiated from the break room.
She looked in only to find it torn to hell. (Oh my God!) She found George's body. But on top of
it was a giant creature. It's muscles showing in the bright room. It stopped feasting on the body
only to stand up and face Judy. She knew right away what it was. The Nemesis....
* * *
"Alright! Test number 9 is up and running! Prepare the 'guinea pig'!"
The whole room buzzed with activity. The Hunter had successfully completed 8 tests. None of
the other Hunters even came close. Now the 9th was underway. The testing ground looked like a
jungle. In it was the Hunter and another man. He had on combat fatiuges and camoflauge. He
carried in his arms an AKS-74u. A loud voice buzzed over the loudspeakers.
"Ok. If you want to survive this you'd better shoot down the Hunter. We won't tell you where it
is or what it looks like. All you know is that it will kill you if you don't kill IT first."
The man looked up and nodded.
Up in The Watch, John looked on with satisfaction. (Good luck soldier. You're gonna need it.)
* * *
The soldier looked around. The area was filled with vegetation. From his right came a rustle. He
whipped in the direction of the noise and waited. The ferns shaked from side to side. Suddenly,
a group of small lizards broke out of the ferns and shot off past the man. He breathed a sigh of
relief and muttered some curses in Russian. Soon he continued searching...
Elsewhere...
The Hunter sniffed the air. Frustration set in as the only scent it could pick up was fresh
plants. It roared and birds flew out from the trees. One flew too low and the Hunter snagged it
from the air as easy as a kid catches a baseball. In a frenzy of teeth and snapping of bones the
bird was reduced to nothing but feathers...
The sound of the Hunter carried all the way to the ears of the Russian soldier. He adjusted his
weapon and headed towards the sound...
Three hours later...
The Russian caught sight of movement near the center of the massive jungle. It was the Hunter.
He raised his gun and prepared to fire. Tension mounted within him as the crosshairs centered on
the monster's head. His hands shook and the adrenaline pumped through him. It was time to end it.
Silently, he whispered a prayer and pulled the trigger...