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.
Thanks for the reviews and I'll continue to try and make this a good fanfic. Maybe I should put Leon in this? Hmm, anyway review if you want to...
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"This isn't really cool..." Domonique mumbled under her breath.
Inside the airplane, it looked as though you were traveling in first class, with all the new equipment and such. Domonique reached in to her light pink coat pocket and pulled out the same small tube she had found on the airport floor. The red substance splashed against it's glass surroundings.
"I wonder why that weird creep had this in his pocket. It looks like Kool-aid." Domonique said, lifting her hand high and twirling the tube around her fingers. "Today has been definitely weird."
"Will all passengers please buckle up. We will be taking flight at any minute." The flight attendant said.
Domonique grinned as she buckled up and looked out the window. Not too far away from the plane was a helicopter. It's dark structure began to lift off the ground and take flight. But, strangely, there seemed to be several men standing from left to right in army stance. Domonique leaned closer as she pressed her hands against the cold, glass window.
"What's going on?" She whispered to herself.
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"Excuse me, you are looking for what?" The woman asked, blinking her dark eyelashes.
Albert Wesker stood infront of her, his expression seemingly not happy nor angry. It was in a cool, mature state. Placing his hands on the counter, he leaned toward the woman, his eyes still hidden by his black shades.
"I'm looking for a girl. She was about four ten with long, honey brown Shirley Temple curls. Her eyes were hazel and she wore a light pink coat with black lining along with some black shorts." He said.
"Well, I'm not supposed to really give out personal information." The woman said, nodding.
"She's...my daughter." Wesker stated, frowning.
"Your daughter?" The woman said, eyebrows rising slightly. "Well, in that case."
The woman bent down, behind the counter, and began to reach for some small, white sheets of paper. Wesker waited, tapping his finger on top of the ruff surface of the white counters. Soon, the woman arise with the sheets in her hands and began shuffling them. Then, she scooted a white sheet to Wesker and nodded.
"Well, I only have one file on this girl that you described. Her name is Domonique Watson, isn't it?"
Wesker shrugged. "Yes," He said, in a not so sure manner. "and what plane is she on?"
"Flight 350. That plane is heading straight towards Alaska." The woman replied. "Would you like me to find out the next plane that will be heading there, Mr. Watson?"
"No." Wesker simply replied. "I'll find my own way there."
Slowly walking away, Wesker placed a hand on his ear and smirked with confidence. Static could be heard, slightly as he pushed himself through the double glass doors. A voice soon could be heard.
"This is Wesker calling to Agent S. Do you hear me?" Wesker asked.
"Loud and clear." A feminine voice said. "Anything on the location of the virus?"
"Yes, I do." Wesker confirmed. "A little girl by the name of Domonique Watson has it. She's heading straight towards Alaska. From what I gather from some papers on her, she seems to be related to a S.T.A.R.S. member over there."
"So, what are my orders?" The voice asked.
"You are to retrieve the virus. I will make my way up there in four hours. I'm pretty sure that Umbrella has already made their way there. While I was in the airport, I was being trailed by one of their spies. They seemed to be after the virus as well." Wesker said, frowning.
"I'll retrieve the virus and after this, will I finally be off your IOU list?" The feminine voice asked, coldly.
"It depends," Wesker smiled, in a devious way. "It all depends."
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Outside a winter shack, a woman stood infront of a phone booth. Strands of her black hair began to swiftly and gently sway with the icy cold wind. Gripping the black phone in her right hand, the woman frowned, her dark eyes envious of the anger she felt.
"It all depends on what?" She asked, frowning.
"It depends on what you do, Miss Wong." Wesker replied.
Slamming the phone against the glass window, Ada Wong slowly made her way out the booth. Her eyes burned with rage as she began to walk to her destination. Fairbanks Airport Station.
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.
Thanks for the reviews and I'll continue to try and make this a good fanfic. Maybe I should put Leon in this? Hmm, anyway review if you want to...
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"This isn't really cool..." Domonique mumbled under her breath.
Inside the airplane, it looked as though you were traveling in first class, with all the new equipment and such. Domonique reached in to her light pink coat pocket and pulled out the same small tube she had found on the airport floor. The red substance splashed against it's glass surroundings.
"I wonder why that weird creep had this in his pocket. It looks like Kool-aid." Domonique said, lifting her hand high and twirling the tube around her fingers. "Today has been definitely weird."
"Will all passengers please buckle up. We will be taking flight at any minute." The flight attendant said.
Domonique grinned as she buckled up and looked out the window. Not too far away from the plane was a helicopter. It's dark structure began to lift off the ground and take flight. But, strangely, there seemed to be several men standing from left to right in army stance. Domonique leaned closer as she pressed her hands against the cold, glass window.
"What's going on?" She whispered to herself.
*~*~
"Excuse me, you are looking for what?" The woman asked, blinking her dark eyelashes.
Albert Wesker stood infront of her, his expression seemingly not happy nor angry. It was in a cool, mature state. Placing his hands on the counter, he leaned toward the woman, his eyes still hidden by his black shades.
"I'm looking for a girl. She was about four ten with long, honey brown Shirley Temple curls. Her eyes were hazel and she wore a light pink coat with black lining along with some black shorts." He said.
"Well, I'm not supposed to really give out personal information." The woman said, nodding.
"She's...my daughter." Wesker stated, frowning.
"Your daughter?" The woman said, eyebrows rising slightly. "Well, in that case."
The woman bent down, behind the counter, and began to reach for some small, white sheets of paper. Wesker waited, tapping his finger on top of the ruff surface of the white counters. Soon, the woman arise with the sheets in her hands and began shuffling them. Then, she scooted a white sheet to Wesker and nodded.
"Well, I only have one file on this girl that you described. Her name is Domonique Watson, isn't it?"
Wesker shrugged. "Yes," He said, in a not so sure manner. "and what plane is she on?"
"Flight 350. That plane is heading straight towards Alaska." The woman replied. "Would you like me to find out the next plane that will be heading there, Mr. Watson?"
"No." Wesker simply replied. "I'll find my own way there."
Slowly walking away, Wesker placed a hand on his ear and smirked with confidence. Static could be heard, slightly as he pushed himself through the double glass doors. A voice soon could be heard.
"This is Wesker calling to Agent S. Do you hear me?" Wesker asked.
"Loud and clear." A feminine voice said. "Anything on the location of the virus?"
"Yes, I do." Wesker confirmed. "A little girl by the name of Domonique Watson has it. She's heading straight towards Alaska. From what I gather from some papers on her, she seems to be related to a S.T.A.R.S. member over there."
"So, what are my orders?" The voice asked.
"You are to retrieve the virus. I will make my way up there in four hours. I'm pretty sure that Umbrella has already made their way there. While I was in the airport, I was being trailed by one of their spies. They seemed to be after the virus as well." Wesker said, frowning.
"I'll retrieve the virus and after this, will I finally be off your IOU list?" The feminine voice asked, coldly.
"It depends," Wesker smiled, in a devious way. "It all depends."
*~*~
Outside a winter shack, a woman stood infront of a phone booth. Strands of her black hair began to swiftly and gently sway with the icy cold wind. Gripping the black phone in her right hand, the woman frowned, her dark eyes envious of the anger she felt.
"It all depends on what?" She asked, frowning.
"It depends on what you do, Miss Wong." Wesker replied.
Slamming the phone against the glass window, Ada Wong slowly made her way out the booth. Her eyes burned with rage as she began to walk to her destination. Fairbanks Airport Station.