Chapter Fifteen: Ah, yes, here's chapter fifteen (And this officially marks my longest fanfiction at Fanfiction.net! huzzah!) I really do hope you're enjoying the story * grin * and offering flames, criticisms, critiques, and all the rest.
On wif the show!
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-Humorous Disclaimer -
Spencer Mansion-
In the vents
Disembodied voice: We rejoin our heroes, in the vents.
Annette: Yes. And what fun we've had. Getting chased by a poorly described monster, then going down a tunnel that wasn't mentioned in the first few descriptions of our climb-
Sherry: Question-if we're in vents-how can three grown people fit in a vent? Particularly one as large as Albert Wesker?
Wesker: Is that some kind of slander?
Sherry: * nervous * No, no-I'm just saying that we're all a bit big to be climbing around comfortably in vents-
Wesker: Are you saying something about my size? Or my weight?
Sherry: * gulps * no! No! You're a very nice looking guy, I assure you-
Annette: Two words: Poetic License.
Sherry: * muttering *that must be a lot of paperwork to fill out.
Wesker: Standard Author issue.
- The author appears in a puff of pink smoke. –
Author: Got that right.
Wesker: Shouldn't we restart the story?
Author: Naw, let's let Irene and Birkin have a little fun hm?
* Down Below *
Birkin: Hey! I'm dying down here? Hello? Annette Darling? Come save me?
*Irene is quietly snoring *
Annette: *muttering * go save yourself.
Birkin: Oh yeah that's REAL nice! When I get turned into a big bloodthirsty monster in RE2 you'd BETTER believe that I'm going after you next you little Bi-
* Words are drowned out by a sudden succession of beeps *
Sherry: * Wide-eyed * wow, that was worse then the Osbournes!
Wesker: Actually they're next door.
Sherry: I thought you guys lived next to the house from Thirteen Ghosts?
Wesker: No, you're thinking of the haunted mansion.
Annette: The Disney ride?
Wesker: * exasperated * no, no-look. All the big scary houses are all on one big long stretch of dirt road in the woods. Right between Raccoon-Silent Hill, that town from Jeepers Creepers-
Sherry: You mean all the horror stories are clumped together?
Wesker: *nods *
Sherry: * shudders * what an awful thought.
Annette: Hey, at least we're far away from the mansion from the movie!
Wesker: Now, Now Annette-the strengths and weaknesses of the movie are all a matter of opinion. Personally… * nervous * I rather liked it.
- Silence -
Author: That's disgusting. That movie was a slander on everything Resident Evil! That son of a whore Anderson- dragged the good name of Capcom through the mud and then expects us-
* Wesker shoves the author down the same large hole where the Spider fell *
Annette: *peers down after her * was that wise? We're kind of playing on her turf.
Wesker: Relax, we're loaned characters.
Sherry: Is this where I get to do the disclaimer?
Wesker: Yep.
Annette: Sad isn't it, that the author is so desperate to make these people laugh that she wastes two pages on a really long and supposedly humorous disclaimer.
* From down in the Hole * If you aren't careful I'll make you do it again with Wesker!
Sherry: *muttering * then we make the leap from Fanfiction.net to Adult Fanfiction.net.
Annette: Better do the disclaimer before William has a heart attack down there.
* Birkin continues cursing *
Sherry: Seriously, what do you see in that guy?
Annette: * Mae West voice * He makes me laugh Darlin'
* Both Sherry and Wesker shudder*
Sherry: The following story is fictional. Written by an author who obviously has no life for a bunch of people who seem to really like it. The story, plot, movie, and all other related titles, sigils, trademarks, catchphrases, and etc. are owned and operated by Capcom International. The characters that don't seem familiar were created solely in perpetuity by the author for creative purposes. The names have been changed to protect the innocent.
Annette: This Chapter has been brought to you by the Letter W, as in" why god, is this happening to me of all people?"
Wesker: You of all people? You have a bit part in a sequel game and you die by getting crushed by a pipe! You aren't a major character kid. Sorry.
* Wesker and Annette Scuffle *
Sherry: Can we start the show now? Please? For real?
* The author reappears in a puff of blue smoke *
Author: Meh, okay.
* Author swirls about a magic wand and the entire vent fills with pink and blue smoke *
Wesker: * coughing * Aww Crap! The wand broke!
Annette: This is the THIRD freakin' time that's happened!
* From Down below *
Birkin: Why is there all that pink and blue smoke coming out of the vent?
Irene: * yawns * 'nother magic want accident I expect.
Birkin: *sigh * can I just skip ahead? To Re2? Please? I'll be extra good, I promise. I want to turn into a bloodthirsty ravenous monster now.
* Pink and blue smoke overruns the screen as the author begins the actual story*
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In the vents-
(The real story)
"Not much farther now!" Wesker called from behind, "There should be a great big vent-and we'll run into the kitchens."
"And in the kitchens?"
"It's light now." Annette said from behind them, "There shouldn't be any problem with the Undead-the Virus dies in sunlight."
How appropriate Sherry thought as she continued crawling, Like a crazy horror movie.
The nightmare was almost over, it had to be. Sherry could see four thin slits of light ahead of her-casting gray shadows across the space beneath her hands.
Its over.
She wanted to laugh.
She stopped short when she felt movement behind her. Wesker was apparently ambling over Dr. LeDour in a poor attempt to get to the vents. Sherry pushed herself against the wall and closed her eyes when very familiar haz-mat suit fabric blocked them. Wesker fumbled with some sort of latch, and the corridor of darkness illuminated.
Light!
Wesker dropped out first, and Annette LeDour appeared beside Sherry.
"Is it over?" Sherry looked nervously at her female companion, "I mean really? Honestly over?"
Annette looked over at her and nodded.
Sherry breathed a sigh of relief as Annette dropped out of the vent.
"Hey!"
She leaned down and stared into Dr. LeDour's face.
"Yeah Sherry?"
She remembered my name…
"Listen, I wanted to say thank you for being so…well-supportive." It sounded silly in Sherry's ears, but it had to be said, "I mean, I don't know what I would have done-this place is so-"
"Fucked up?"
I wasn't going to say that. " Yeah, essentially…"
Annette laughed harshly, "Only the crazy survive here. However you really must believe me, we are trying to do some good here." She held out a hand, "Come on down."
Sherry took the hand and grasped it tightly as she slid out of the vent on her back. She winced as the sharp edge cut, and a dark truth hit her square in the face, If the monsters didn't get me-they won't let me leave-regardless of Daniel.
She wondered if her husband was dead.
Her feet touched solid ground and she smiled. Annette hopped down to the floor and walked over to where Wesker was standing a few feet away. Sherry followed nervously.
They were in a kitchen, where the white and steel blended seamlessly. Pots and pans were overturned-showing signs of a struggle. The kitchen itself was empty and filled with silence.
Sherry stared about, nervous. Wesker's eyes were alert staring at the swinging kitchen door.
"Is there anything here?" Sherry jumped as her foot came into contact with a large overturned pot, "Those-things?"
"Zombies." Annette examined a large eggbeater, "I think the kitchen staff headed out when we sounded the evacuation drill." I'm getting desperate for another familiar friendly face.
That thought brought her mind back to William. He would know how to deal with zombies; he'd been around them for years-longer then Annette. He had survived-she knew it.
Such concern for someone you find emotionally unstable and unsupportive…A single zombie appeared in the doorway wearing the stained garb of a cook. Its head was twisted back cruelly. Sherry stepped foreward cautiously.
In the light of day, it just looks sad and pathetic…
The gun exploded, thunder in the desert.
How sad. The zombie fell foreward and lay still, Its nothing but a sick person, a sick human being. She took a few steps foreward and stared at the creature, hanging half out of the doorway with one armed lolled back. It looks like it's sleeping now…
Despite the hole in it's face.
Wesker strode over followed by Annette, "Life's a bitch-"
"And then you die." Annette stepped from behind him, "Sherry, are you okay? He wasn't really human in the end. Besides, you nailed a few yourself-that's the best thing you can do in this case."
"He was…human…"
"Not anymore."
Sherry turned back to the two of them; her eyes were filled with tears. Outside the light was blazing fully now, merrily twinkling in the sky.
"How…you can justify this is beyond me." She cried, "You-you did this! You made these people this way! You're friends-your co-workers-PEOPLE! Your fellow human beings!"
"Now's not the time to become self righteous ma'am." Wesker stepped forward and stared down at her coldly, "What's the difference between what we do and the rest of the world? So you've discovered what we do for a living, and it's building weapons. You don't think the government has something like this going on?"
"Every government in the world." Annette said softly, "We're just one of the corporations who engage in doing it secretly."
"Right. Every government. Why? Because people are beasts at heart ma'am. We're just more honest about it then most."
"Justify it as much as you wish." Sherry said from the floor, her eyes defiant, "and it's still murder in the second degree."
"Try to understand it from our point of view." Annette said. She had to make this woman understand why their work was so important. Her face softened to a smile as she stared down at Sherry, "We're protecting you. All of the United States, these…" her voice trailed off, "Weapons are some of the greatest ever created by mankind! You can't betray our secret…we're saving people-"
"Saving." Sherry spat at the body, and then looked up at her with eyes of malice, "You're right about one thing Doctor LeDour. Only a crazy person could survive here-you're fuckin' deluded."
Annette wheeled back, slapped.
"Get me the fuck out of here, kill me, whatever." Sherry stood slowly, "I don't care anymore. I just want out. I want it to end, how could a world exist like this? Chief Irons was a good man-"
"A perverted one." Wesker snorted. He moved past the two women and pushed out the door into the dining room.
"ANNETTE!"
"We can…talk about this later." Annette put a hand on Sherry's shoulder, "Please-give these things a chance…"
Sherry pushed her off.
"Wesker what-"
Irene sat cross-legged on the table.
"Oh good." Her voice was soft, "You've arrived."
Out of the corner of her eye, Annette saw William pushed into a corner, head bent against his chest.
"LeDour? You came as well." Irene got off the table, "Excellent. Most excellent."
Despite the sunlight, the room was filled with an air of gloom and evil. Sherry was staring at Irene oddly, as if she had recognized her from a second life.
"Irene…what-the-what is this?" Wesker glanced at Birkin, "What's the matter with William?"
"He's infected. Fool took his helmet off. I've been keeping him safe Albert." Irene slid away from him when he tried to touch her, "One of the zombies nearly got him-but I'd hazard that it was what happened in the morgue that caused this particular strain."
Wesker nodded dumbly, "Come on, we've got to call white umbrella-get a clean up crew-round up the survivors-"
"The survivors are outside."
"Good." Relief permeated his voice, "Excellent. Irene-I'm sorry you had to go through all of this-but the fact that you managed to rescue Birkin-and survive is amazing." He put his arms around her and the room brightened, "I love you."
Irene smiled softly.
"I love you too."
"Now, untie Birkin and I'll give him some Vaccine and-"
Irene pushed out of his arms gently, silently slipping the gun from where he'd kept it in his pants.
"I can't do that darling."
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: wow! Short somewhat * kicks humorous disclaimer * enjoy muchly. Chapter sixteen forthcoming shortly.