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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A Bleak History
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The man turned back around again. "Now, what is it that you need, Jill?
"Well, here's the problem," Jill started. "My friends and I are trying to hack into a very elaborate system. The thing is, our technology isn't has up-to-date as we need it y
"Really?" David laughed. "That IS very out of date. What system are you trying to hack into?"
"A XNLP-34842." David slowly nodded at this, and Chris could almost see his eyes slightly widen.
"Only one company has that. Umbrella. You're going to need quite a few-"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Then dead silence. No one moved. Suddenly, Nathaniel ran in.
"Entrance trap got set off, again," he reported.
"Take care of it, Nathaniel. We're short handed today." Nathaniel nodded and was about to leave when Chris piped up.
"Let me go with him," he stated simply, and got up after Nathaniel. The kid looked at David, who gave a slight nod, and Chris and Nathaniel left.
"Now Jill, let's get down to business…."
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Chris was walking alongside Nathaniel as they left the building. The cloaked people continued their quiet walks to where ever their destination was.
"So, I hear you're trying to break into Umbrella," Nathaniel said, trying to start a conversation. "They've got some of the hardest computers to crack, even harder than the government."
"Yeah," Chris replied. "How do you know so much about Umbrella, Nathaniel?"
"Please, call me Nathan. David always calls us by our full names," at that he rolled his eyes. "Anyway, it's a rumor that David and a run-in with an employee or two there. That's why he came down here."
"Speaking of which, was this place always like this?" Chris added, looking around to see a little boy and his sister get beaten down and stolen from by some older kids.
"No. Believe it or not, not everyone down here is a criminal or black marketer. A couple of years ago, some guy became in charge of London, and started his new project, which was supposedly made to "clean up the streets". Well, basically, anyone who couldn't afford much was supposed to be kicked out, but one of the cops, who was like a spy for us, sent them down here. Life wasn't too bad. I mean, sure you couldn't afford the best of everything, but we were all happy. Then the same guy leaked the secret on how to get down here to a large group of criminals who had escaped prison. After they killed him, they came down here to get away from the police. Suddenly, everyone was stealing from each other, and then everyone was killing people, and it got really bad. Worse than this. Then David and his family came down here, and it's gotten a little better."
"Really…" Chris muttered, amazed. "How long have you been living here?"
"All my life. I was separated from my parents when I was little. Can't remember how since I supposedly knocked myself out. The only thing I remember was living down here."
"Oh… I'm sorry, Nathan."
"It doesn't matter. That's all the past," Nathan shrugged off. "By the way, we're here." They were standing in front of the door that Chris, Jill and Barry had used to enter inside. There was an even larger puddle of blood.
"You might not want to see this," Nathan said grimly, opening the door.
It was sickening. The trap turned out to be gruesome, two men dressed in black had been impaled from spikes that had extended from the holes in the wall. Fresh blood trickled down the spikes and dripped onto the floor, ripples waving through the newly formed puddle. Both of the victims were pale, their faces twisted into a look of frozen terror. In the doorknob was a key. Nathan sighed.
"It's no big loss," he explained, while pulling out a loose board in the wall. "These two bombed a house a couple of months ago. Killed the husband and wife, and left a child critically wounded, homeless, and parentless. The bastards deserved it." The board revealed a grey wall with gears and a control panel. Nathan typed something on the keys, and the gears began to work, pulling the spikes back into the wall. The bodies slid off and hit the ground with a wet thump. More blood flowed out of the wounds. Nathan replaced the board and, with a grunt, managed to pick both of them up, one corpse under his arm, another over his shoulder.
"Come on," he motioned, opening the door and closing it behind them once Chris followed him. He walked over to the river and tossed both bodies in, a cloud of red rising toward the top of the water. Nathan saw Chris's shocked face.
"I'm sorry you had to see this," Nathan whispered solemnly. "It's how life is down here."
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"Well, then, Jill," David started as Chris and Nathan entered the room, Nathan leaving into a different one on the right soon after, "I'll ship it all over to you as soon as the rest of the parts come in, which should be later this day. Is that everything?"
"Should be," Jill nodded. "Thanks for everything."
"No problem! Always here to help a friend in need. Take care Jill, and you too Mr. Burton and Mr. Redfield."
"See ya, David," Jill waved off as they left.
As they headed back to the entrance, Jill filled Chris in on what happened.
"Basically," Jill began, "David had to order the parts for the hacking. It wasn't going to be cheap, but David managed to get some good prices, or at least something not as expensive. It's still gonna cost us."
"How bad?" Chris asked.
"1,250 pounds," Barry informed. "Could have been 1,883."
"That's good. We can afford it alright. We-" Chris stopped walking and talking all together. Jill and Barry came to a halt just moment after.
"What is it?" questioned Barry.
"I think we're being followed," he muttered.
"Very nice. You losers ain't that stupid after all. Too bad you'll be dead before we can find out just how low your IQ is." The trio turned around to see four muggers, each brandishing some sort or weapon. All of them looked as ragged and messed up as the next. The first had a brow bar in hand, the second a bat, the third a knife, and the fourth, obviously the leader, had some sort of handgun.
"Who are you?" shouted Barry.
"Don't matter," said the one with the bat in a raspy voice. "Names don't matter here. By the time we're through with you, you'll need name tags to figure out who the hell you are." With that, he smirked.
"Now, now," the leader laughed. "Let's not be rude to our short-time guests. Out of courtesy, we'll give you a choice. You can either die a short death, or a 'fun' death."
"How about we pick answer C, 'None of the above'," Chris hissed.
"Then the fun death it is." The leader signaled to the thug with the bat who began to advance. He ran up to Barry and was about to swing -
-When suddenly he fell to the ground dead, the bullet that Jill shot from her hidden Magnum entering his forehead. While the rest of the muggers stood in shock, the trio took the opportunity to run. They had Jill take the lead since she knew how to get around the hellhole.
They were running for what felt like hours. Yelling was erupting behind them from the thugs. With every corner they turned, Barry could feel his hope for getting out dwindle away bit by bit. He was reassured, however, when Jill took another shot, nailing the guy with the knife in the leg. He knew that their chance for survival all rested in Jill.
Jill turned around again to fire, but nothing left the barrel except an empty click. She cursed under her breath, and Barry desperately though of a way to stop their two attacks. He searched his pockets, thinking it was all in vain…
…When is fingers curled around a small, but efficient hunting knife. He turned sharply, aimed, and threw it, turning back around to run again. He smiled as he heard a scream that died away into gurgles. He glanced back to see the leader still after him, the other laying in his cooling blood with the knife embedded in his chest. They continued running, and Barret felt hope again when he saw the door from the pantry room. On his side view he saw Chris grab something out of his vest.
"Jump!" Jill yelled. Thankful that they did, as they jumped over the hidden trap on the floor, Chris dropped the object behind them. Barry turned around again, just as he watched the man trip on it and land with a thump on the small blood mark. What happened next made them all stop and gape.
Gears hidden in the walls began to churn, and the next thing they knew, the ceiling was exploding, and a heavy slab of rock was falling on top of the man, almost smashing his entire body. With a sickening wet crunch, the leader was crushed, everything except his neck and above. Thankfully, his destroyed body was hidden by the rock, but it didn't stop the blood from flowing out.
Jill gulped. "Let's go." But as they turned and left, they failed to notice the Umbrella logo tattooed onto the man's neck….
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AHHHH I KNOW ITS LATE!!! ;_; Spring break is here, and I'm getting sidetracked again. Flame me, curse me, poke my eye out, write me bad emails, do whatever JUST PLEASE OH PLEASE OH PLEASE DON'T BEAT ME WITH STICKS!! _
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How much gore
And
What Kind of Couplings
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Lady: I'm glad you like it. ^_^ I'm really, really, really, sorry however, half of the plot is a Claire/Steve. :.{ But if there are any other pairings you like, I'll put them in for you. There are two plots in this story, but they intertwine. The first one is mentioned above, but the second one doesn't have any pairings for the moment. So if you have a different pairing, I'll emphasize it there. ^_^ It just can't have Claire in it. In the future, though, I'll try to write a Wesker/Claire for you. And you're right, that IS kinda cool ands interesting.. *gets thoughtful* Hmmm…
Claire Burnside267: Thanks for the entry plus the review. Glad they were good chapters! ^_^ BTW this wasn't really gory compared to what I can do. You should see my posts for this RPG I'm in. ^^'
Resident-Evil-Babe: Aww… Well, Like I said (if I ever said this, sorry bad memory ^^') any other pairings you want, I'll try to put them in for you. ^_^ Thanks for your entry too!
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