Title: Resident Evil: The Red Cross
Author: Third Rabbit
Setting: Domonique Watson is a fifteen year old girl, who decides to live with her older brother, Archie, who works for the S.T.A.R.S in Alaska. Her plans are ruined when Albert Wesker makes an appearance.
A/n: This is my first Resident Evil Fanfiction. Please be nice and if I'm wrong about something's, tell me and help me out on it. Review if you want to...
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"I can't believe you! Are you positive?"
Domonique Watson smiled, gratefully as she gripped the hard, blue shaded phone with both hands. The cold air in Raleigh only signified that winter was simply on its way and nothing could change that. Placing her right hand on the crusty walls of the airport, Domonique nodded as she continued to listen to her older brother, who currently wouldn't 'shut up' about the flight and his worries.
"Will you relax?" Domonique moaned, exasperatingly. "You act like I'm going to Europe! I'll be fine."
"You'd better be. And when you get here, make sure you listen to my friend, Tom. He'll guide you."
"Whatever." Domonique said, rolling her eyes. "I'll be fine, Archie"
"No, there's no 'whatever'." Archie's voice stricken to seriousness. "Something's been going on, lately. With the people I work with."
"What do you mean?" Domonique questioned. "You're not thinking about that Raccoon City incident, are you? You had nothing to do with that."
"Everyone has to do with it. Doesn't it seem weird how that virus broke out? And the fact that several S.T.A.R.S members are missing?"
"You ask too many questions and that could cost you a lot, Archie." Domonique muttered, frowning.
"Well, I can't help it. Our cousin has been missing and he worked in Raccoon City. I just don't know anything anymore. But, if something happens here..." Archie began.
"Stop it!" Domonique yelled. "You always jinx things. I'll be there soon. I'm not to sure how long from now, but the flight to Alaska will take several airplane trips. And when I get there, you'll see everything's fine."
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Several people clustered and roamed the openings of the airport. Domonique grabbed her bags and scampered across the huddling people only to bump in to a tall man. Falling down, she rubbed her butt and looked up to see the man. His face was slightly pale with the black shades on. His blonde hair was slick back and his clothes were black. Quickly standing up, Domonique nodded her apology.
"I am so sorry. I should've watch where I was going." Domonique said, bowing once. "Forgive me."
The man simply bent over, retrieved his huge, black traveling bag, and walked off. Though he didn't say a word, Domonique could tell the man was really peeved at what just happened. Slowly reaching down for her bag, her hazel eyes flickered at the sight of a little tube with a strange red substance in it. Grabbing it, she eyed the tube and rose it towards the sunlight.
"What's this?" She asked, aloud. "That man must've dropped it."
Turning around, she saw that the tall, cold man seemed to have completely vanish. Sighing, she grabbed her bag and ran off towards the counters.
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Outside the Raleigh Airport, the same tall man stood, gripped his bag with anger. Infront of him was a steel black helicopter with the driver and a small man inside. His face could hardly be seen, since the shadows of the plan blocked it, but there was no denying that he was old by the small glimmers of silver on what seemed to be a thick mustache. The tall man looked inside the plane and nodded.
"I've retrieved the Veronica virus." The tall man said.
"Good work," The small man said, "we must now proceed in collecting one more thing. I had a very important virus that I had you retrieve. I must have it now."
The tall man nodded and reached inside his bag. Several times he dug in to his, pulling out papers, profiles, and several other materials, but to his dismay, there was no virus.
"Damn it!" He muttered, frowning. "I must've dropped it inside."
"Is there a problem?" The small man asked, his voice slightly cold.
"No, sir. I will retrieve the virus at once and meet you back in Germany as soon as possible."
"Fine. But, don't you dare fell me, Albert. I've placed all my faith in you and did as much as I could for you. My company doesn't approve of failures. We're not Umbrella." The small man said.
"Yes, sir."
Author: Third Rabbit
Setting: Domonique Watson is a fifteen year old girl, who decides to live with her older brother, Archie, who works for the S.T.A.R.S in Alaska. Her plans are ruined when Albert Wesker makes an appearance.
A/n: This is my first Resident Evil Fanfiction. Please be nice and if I'm wrong about something's, tell me and help me out on it. Review if you want to...
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"I can't believe you! Are you positive?"
Domonique Watson smiled, gratefully as she gripped the hard, blue shaded phone with both hands. The cold air in Raleigh only signified that winter was simply on its way and nothing could change that. Placing her right hand on the crusty walls of the airport, Domonique nodded as she continued to listen to her older brother, who currently wouldn't 'shut up' about the flight and his worries.
"Will you relax?" Domonique moaned, exasperatingly. "You act like I'm going to Europe! I'll be fine."
"You'd better be. And when you get here, make sure you listen to my friend, Tom. He'll guide you."
"Whatever." Domonique said, rolling her eyes. "I'll be fine, Archie"
"No, there's no 'whatever'." Archie's voice stricken to seriousness. "Something's been going on, lately. With the people I work with."
"What do you mean?" Domonique questioned. "You're not thinking about that Raccoon City incident, are you? You had nothing to do with that."
"Everyone has to do with it. Doesn't it seem weird how that virus broke out? And the fact that several S.T.A.R.S members are missing?"
"You ask too many questions and that could cost you a lot, Archie." Domonique muttered, frowning.
"Well, I can't help it. Our cousin has been missing and he worked in Raccoon City. I just don't know anything anymore. But, if something happens here..." Archie began.
"Stop it!" Domonique yelled. "You always jinx things. I'll be there soon. I'm not to sure how long from now, but the flight to Alaska will take several airplane trips. And when I get there, you'll see everything's fine."
*~*~
Several people clustered and roamed the openings of the airport. Domonique grabbed her bags and scampered across the huddling people only to bump in to a tall man. Falling down, she rubbed her butt and looked up to see the man. His face was slightly pale with the black shades on. His blonde hair was slick back and his clothes were black. Quickly standing up, Domonique nodded her apology.
"I am so sorry. I should've watch where I was going." Domonique said, bowing once. "Forgive me."
The man simply bent over, retrieved his huge, black traveling bag, and walked off. Though he didn't say a word, Domonique could tell the man was really peeved at what just happened. Slowly reaching down for her bag, her hazel eyes flickered at the sight of a little tube with a strange red substance in it. Grabbing it, she eyed the tube and rose it towards the sunlight.
"What's this?" She asked, aloud. "That man must've dropped it."
Turning around, she saw that the tall, cold man seemed to have completely vanish. Sighing, she grabbed her bag and ran off towards the counters.
*~*~
Outside the Raleigh Airport, the same tall man stood, gripped his bag with anger. Infront of him was a steel black helicopter with the driver and a small man inside. His face could hardly be seen, since the shadows of the plan blocked it, but there was no denying that he was old by the small glimmers of silver on what seemed to be a thick mustache. The tall man looked inside the plane and nodded.
"I've retrieved the Veronica virus." The tall man said.
"Good work," The small man said, "we must now proceed in collecting one more thing. I had a very important virus that I had you retrieve. I must have it now."
The tall man nodded and reached inside his bag. Several times he dug in to his, pulling out papers, profiles, and several other materials, but to his dismay, there was no virus.
"Damn it!" He muttered, frowning. "I must've dropped it inside."
"Is there a problem?" The small man asked, his voice slightly cold.
"No, sir. I will retrieve the virus at once and meet you back in Germany as soon as possible."
"Fine. But, don't you dare fell me, Albert. I've placed all my faith in you and did as much as I could for you. My company doesn't approve of failures. We're not Umbrella." The small man said.
"Yes, sir."