Gundam Wing Evil 3:
ARCHFIENDFanfic by Nuki Yin
Characters by Sunrise
Story & setting inspired by CAPCOM
Quatre's voice over:
(Oh dear, where do I start?) Oh yeah! It all started at the Parasol Mansion. My comrades and I managed to escape the nightmare of the mansion and learned the vast and detestable secrets of the Parasol Corp.
However, it didn't end there. When we tried to warn everybody of the dangers of Parasol and what lurks in the mansion, the Chief laughed at us. He called us a bunch of 'weak onna-like sissies' and kicked us out of the force. Come to find out, the Police Chief was behind the WHOLE thing!
(First our Captain (Zechs in GWE pt1) now the Chief of the LPD. It was hopeless!)
Eventually the remaining members of Preventers decided to take matters into their own hands.
They left for Asia because some OTHER company called Umbrella took up the European location! Talk about NO originality!
But, I decided to remain here and pack up more of my stuff (designer suits, cars, cookies…. y'know the important things).
I also wanted to spread the word about Parasol (one more time), before things got worse…..
BUT they did. Zombies are all over the city! If only the people listened to us, they wouldn't be suffering…
Oh well, that's not my problem anymore. I have to make my last departure.
Quatre voice over ends.
Chapter 1. Old city. New badass.
6pm. Lemur City, Uptown Area.
A quiet alleyway is suddenly engulfed in flames and flying debris. A lone figure crashes through a building window and lands in a graceful crouch. Quatre Raberba Winner, former Preventers' Medic, stands up from this position and continues to walk away from the MASSIVE destruction he had caused.
The Noble Medic has learned a few new tricks hanging with his superiors from his encounters in the Parasol Mansion. He can heal. He can kill. He can survive.
Quatre stalked out of the alleyway. He found himself surrounded by a dozen undead freaks in the parking lot.
The Young Blonde takes a deep breath and goes off.
He runs up to the first zombie in front of him and punches it through the chest! As the zombie hobbles backward, Quatre slings it into a couple of zombies behind him. All three go flying across the hood of a car.
Quatre takes his iron-knuckle gloved hand and back fists another oncoming zombie through the eye. He, then, mule-kicked it through the leg. Before the decayed jerk hit the ground, Quatre dropped down and sweep kicked its head off.
The dead head, then, goes rolling towards another zombie, approaching Quatre, and trips him. After a quick chuckle, The Baby-Faced Terror flips into the air. He lands upon the creature's head, smashing it all over the street.
Quatre takes out his magnum and shoots the two remaining zombies, from before, emerging from the side of the car. Finally he fires a few more rounds into the car's hood---causing another explosion—more chaos.
He looks around. Despite the fact Lemur City is in shambles, this particular area (that Quatre's in) is safe. He fixes his clothes and walks off.
I think I'll head to the Downtown Area. Perhaps I'll pay that TRAITOR Chief a visit. Quatre plots in his mind, gun in hand...
(Quatre…???? Is that YOU?!??!)
6:43pm. Somewhere in Lemur City.
Mr. Winner came across an abandoned warehouse. The lights were on from the inside. Perhaps they have a spa.... (uh...?!??!) The Wealthy Winner Heir thought—more liked hoped. Fighting undead people could leave a nasty stench.
Quatre walked inside, wiping his feet at the entrance, and came across a familiar group of people.
"Greetings, MASTER QUATRE!!!!" The Maguanats greeted in loud unison.
"Uhh.... hi..." Quatre smiled nervously and waved. What in the name of Allah are you guys doing here??!?!?
~~~~~~~
A few minutes later, Quatre KNEW he HAD to get the HELL out of the warehouse. Being doted over by a bunch of grown men annoyed the Tiny Terror to his wits end. At least the zombies didn't ask if he needed help to go to the restroom. GAW!!!!
"Y'know guys!!!! Not to be RUDE or anything, but I grow tired of this. I'm gonna go head outside and take a walk---" He hurried to the exiting door. Only to run into the human brick wall named Rashid. "Mmmrph!!!!"
The giant Maguanat picked Quatre up, by the shoulder, and stressed, "I'm sorry Master Quatre, but we cannot allow you to leave the safety of this warehouse."
Quatre pulled away, landing on his feet, and yelled, "For the Love of Allah: We have to get out of here!!!! WHY ARE YOU TRYING TO STOP ME?!?!?"
"But Master Quatre, zombies are out there!!!" Maguanat #20 shouted.
Quatre twitched, he was getting annoyed, "Uhm.... there's like 40 of you guys... You are ALL armed!!! Why the HELL are you ALL hiding in here!!!"
"We were ambushed!!!!" Screamed Maguanat #32.
"And?!??!!?" Quatre shrieked in ire. He was still struggling against Rashid (more like his left arm) for access to the exiting door. "DARN IT!!!! Rashid!!!!! MOVE OUT OF THE WAY!!!"
"I can't, Master Quatre..... I-I just can't." Rashid stammered. He was on the verge of crying. "Abdul, you tell him--- OH Allah—WHY!!!!" The Gentle Giant broke down... with a cast iron grip STILL on Quatre.
Abdul announced, "Uhm, how should I say this... we just lost the 40th Maguanat."
Quatre stopped struggling and gasped, "You mean... Bob?!?!?"
"...Yes....." the remaining 39 Maguanats answered.... in unison.
Quatre HAD to ask, "Uhm... there was like 2 scores of you and you all managed to LOSE Bob-----let me guess..."
Rashid revealed, sobbing like a baby, "He had ALL our weapons!!!!! We don't stand a chance!!!! WAAAAAAAAAAAA-AAAAAAAA-AAAAAAAAAAAAH!!"
The sound of zombies echoed from outside and the 39 grown Arabian soldiers went scampering about the large warehouse, screaming like girls. Quatre just stood in the midst of the stupidity and sighed.
"All is lost!!! All is lost!!!!!" Screamed a random Maguanat.
"Hey!!!!" Quatre exclaimed, "That fact remains---We HAVE to get out of here!!!!"
"NO!!!!!" All 39 Maguanats shouted in defiant unison. They ran to the other end of the warehouse and announced. "We'd rather starve to death in here, and stuff ourselves in that Mitsubishi, over there, than go outside with those smelly undead monsters!!!"
Quatre just stared, "Whaaa...." He gave his arms a sniff and groaned, "Ewe… they DO stink!!!"
As ALL 39 full grown men stuffed themselves inside the tiny car, someone hit the radio switch and that annoying club song from the 'convulsing-girl-in-car' commercial started blasting.
(Author's note: I know! I know! It's 'Days go By' by Dirty Vegas.—or something like that. Trust me, the actual music video is even MORE weird!)
"Hey!!!" Abdul chuckled, "I love that song!!!!"
"Oh for the love of----MAKE WAY FOR MASTER QUATRE!!!!" Rashid called out to the others.
Quatre blinked, "Hmmm... I'll pass... Take care in there!" Quatre left the warehouse and entered the city of survival horror....
And the music played on: Days go by and still I think of yooooou...
SLAM!