Resident Evil: Corruption
Disclaimer: Resident Evil is Copyright Capcom. All ideas are meant to be original and hopefully it doesn't look like II copied off of someone.
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Oppression
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The night was cold. The kind that seeps into your ones, right through your skin. Jill shivered. The London Underground was not exactly the happiest place to be. Thieves, convicts, murderers, there was always the type down there. You always had to be armed, you always had to watch your back, and you NEVER went down there alone…
"Here it is," whispered Barry. They had finally reached an old, run down store, which hadn't been used for year. Having Jill take up the rear for protection, Chris went first through the creaking doors. Inside was what looked to be a restaurant, chairs were toppled over, some wooden tables were broken and a bar was in the back with every single bottle on the shelf broken or missing. The atmosphere was dusty, almost hard to breathe, and cobwebs dangled from the ceiling like eerie decorations. Table wear littered the ground.
"Let's go," called Barry, hinting to them to follow him to the kitchen. It was like the dinning area, only the walls and floor were painted white, which was now looking brownish with age. Barry continued to the pantry door, and opened it. As Jill and Chris walked over, he turned to Jill.
"I only know this much. You're going to have to lead the way Jill," he stated. Jill nodded, and Barry stepped out of the room, giving Jill some space to look around. After a couple minutes of searching, she found a knife embedded into the wall. Smirking, she grasped the handle and gave it a strong pull. Something sounded, like metal against metal, and a hidden door in the wall swung open. The group walked in.
"Is this it?" questioned Chris. The secret door revealed a small wooden hallway with soft lights glowing. Down it he could see other hallways coming off of it.
"No, we're almost there, follow me," commanded Jill. After seven or so steps, she stopped. Chris saw a splotch of something red on a board in the floor.
"Oh, and by the way, don't step on the blood," the woman added while carefully stepping over the board. Chris and Barry followed, and they continued their trip, which was seemingly like maze. Turn after turn, passing door by door stained red, they finally came to one that was different from the rest. It was made of a darker wood. Jill took a key out of her pocket and inserted it in the door, which opened.
"Hey, Jill? Where do all of the other doors go?" asked Chris. Jill turned around and smiled eerily.
"No where."
"No where?" asked Barry.
"Ever wondered why they're stained red? It's not paint."
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After what seemed like hours of walking through the stone corridor that led deeper into the earth, they came apon the final one. Perfect circular holes were in the ground. There was a pool of blood on the ground, and a few red handprints on the door and handle. There was a lock, but Jill didn't insert the key.
"Don't worry, nothing should pop out. The trap is only activated if you put the key in the hole." She opened the door. "Let's go."
Inside was what was like a cavern. It was huge, with a river flowing down the center. People in black cloaks and shabby wooden boats silently floated down its quiet motions. Yellow lanterns barely lit the area; most of the light was given off of bits of moonlight reflecting onto the water. In one area, where a speckle of the light hit the ground, Chris saw about six people gathered around it. Then it occurred to him.
These people probably haven't seen the sky for years..
On the other side, a woman was walking toward the bridge that connected both banks. A man came up to her, brandishing a knife. Seeing this, Chris started to move toward them, but Jill quickly grabbed his arm. He turned to her in shock, but Jill solemnly shook her head. Helpless, he turned back to the other side. The man held the knife to her throat, muttering inaudible words. The woman stuffed a bunch of dollar bills into his hand, which he pocketed. In turn, he slit her throat, and pushed her into the water, then walked away like nothing had happened. No one attempted to help her, in fact, most avoided the scene.
"We're in their world now," Jill whispered. Chris turned back to where the newly formed puddle of blood was. He shook his head in defeat.
What kind of place IS this?
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They moved silently through the cloaked people, avoiding contact. Jill stopped in front of a run down building, and walked through the doorway, which had a piece of cloth acting like a door. Inside were thousands of lighted candles, and a desk at the back. Standing against the back dirty wall was a woman wearing a red dress. Her hair, black and slightly curled, lay gently on her shoulders. Jill approached her.
"We're here for David," she asked.
"Saisissez la nuit."
"14-9-7-8-20." Hearing this, the woman smirked.
"Ouais, ouais, un moment." She picked up the old rusty phone on the desk. "David, il y a des gens ici pour vous voir." Another secret door opened.
"Suivez-moi, s'il vous plait." She signaled to the door and started to enter the room it locked. Jill followed in suite, and Chris and Barry, getting the idea, joined them as well. In the room was a man who, though not exactly noble looking, looked as nice as you could possible get in the Underground.
"Ici, Nathaniel."
"Oui, merci Alaina. C'est tout," he spoke fluently. She nodded and left, closing the door behind her. The man turned toward Jill.
"Ah, Jill! It's been a while, hasn't it?" He greeted, a kind smile on his lips. Jill smiled back, and Chris felt a hint of jealousy, but pushed it back.
"Yeah, it has. How's the family?"
"Still alive, but barely. The pollution down here is turning this place into an even bigger slum, if that's possible. It's gotten a lot of people sick, including my daughter, Marie," he said.
"Oh, I'm sorry.." Jill turned toward the other two. "Barry, Chris, this is David Holmes. He's an old friend of my dad's and is one of the upperclassman here in the Underground.
"It's a pleasure, Mr. Holmes," Chris said, shaking the man's hand.
"Please, call me David," he smiled. He was clean-shaven, his hair slightly slicked back, and he wore a faded black suit. In his breast pocket was a fine silver pen. Barry nodded, giving a small grunt. David returned to her seat and clapped his hands. Instantly a boy who was not even near as good-looking as Holmes appeared. His hair was black, a little long, and very messy. He had a small scar next to the corner of his right eye. The clothes he wore were decent, however, with a pair of boots, some black lose jeans, and a white T-shirt. He might have looked handsome if he could be cleaned up.
"Nathaniel, grab some chairs for our guests, please," David commanded. The boy, who was probably 16, nodding, ran off, and quickly came back with three folding chairs, placing them down and opening them.
"That will be all." The boy nodded again and left. The man turned back around again. "Now, what is it that you need, Jill?
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KK, I've decided to make chapters sorta small, or else I would spend forever righting them. I already have ideas on how the story will go, but not end. Everyone will get a part in the story (cept Leon, I'm sorry leon fans, I didn't know I was going to use everyone else! ;_;). I still need input on:
How much gore
And
What Kind of Coupling
Thnkx to:
Claire Burnside267: lol, I duno, you just did, heh heh. !! OH NO I FORGOT ABOUT BILLY!!!! Whoops. Yeah, I'll try to put some moments for them in. ^_~
Nemesia: Wow, is it really that good? Lol, not trying to be modest, but I wasn't sure if this whole thing was gonna work. I think it will now though. Thnx for the comment! And about the bodies… You'll see….Mwa ha ha… BTW thanks for the two reviews
Resident Evil Babe: Thanks again for reviewing. ^_~ Any other couples I'll try and fit in.
BTW, Im holding a little contest, guess the a number between 1 and 50, and the four closest can make a character and put it in my fic! Each get a certain part.
4th: Gang leader
3rd: Young sister of on of the story characters
2nd: Scientist
1st: Survivor of an attack that will help the group (they will die though)
Runners up get to make zombies.
Lol I got bored, and I like getting some of the audience into my stories. So start guessing! I'll send you the info sheet for making a character.