Resident Evil 4: Umbrella's Requiem
Fan-Fiction -- My Version of Resident Evil 4
Text Copyright: © 04/05/2004 DestructoYue
Updated: © 04/11/2004, © 04/13/2004, © 04/14/2004, © 04/24/2004
DISCLAIMER: The original characters and original scenarios contained within this text are copyright 4/5/2004 - 4/24/2004 by me, DestructoYue. The previously created characters (Leon S. Kennedy, etc.) and previously created scenarios and objects are copyrighted and trademarked by Capcom. This story is an original fan-fiction based on what I think could/should happen in Resident Evil 4. It is in no way meant to offend the reader or Capcom.
Chapter 1: The Bridge
Leon S. Kennedy drove across a wooden bridge, his thoughts wandering for a moment as he focused on his mission. "Damn, how the hell did I wind up here? Could she really be alive...?" He glanced at the picture sitting on the seat next to him. A young woman, blonde hair and a light complexion with innocent eyes. Not much could be told from that picture, but, "I hope it's enough...," he said aloud, the words not much more than a whisper. His eyes focused on the road once more, he narrowly avoided hitting a branch that had fallen on the other side, stopping a few feet before the road began again. Parking there seemed like a mistake, but there wasn't time to question things like that. "Those bastards are gonna pay if they hurt her...," he muttered, gathering a few things, including the picture, before stepping out of the car and slamming the door. A few clips in hand, he loaded one into the handgun he'd been carrying with him for over 6 years. "You've gotten me through some tough times. Let's just hope I won't need to use you this time..." His thoughts trailing off, he looked at his surroundings. Up ahead there was a small village, the only place he'd seen for miles. A small walkway lined with foliage, ending in an archway that marked the entrance of the unknown place he'd come upon. "I hope that information they gave me is right, this place seems suspicious." The eerie silence, somehow overlooked, was the least of his worries. "I'll just go knock on a few doors, ask some questions, and get out. No need or reason to stay any longer than I have to... Right?" Walking past the archway, he noticed a house to his right, the door open partway and he let himself in. A strange man, perhaps the owner of the small house, was crouched down in front of the fireplace. A fire was burning at full force, lighting the otherwise dim room in a way that only made it seem even more strange. He decided there wasn't any harm in asking a few questions. "Hey, I'm looking for a girl," he said, loud enough for the man to hear, and reached his hand forward, the picture face-up. "If you've seen her, you've got to tell me where and when and anything else you know, it's very urgent, okay?" He waited a few seconds, and the man finally stood up, slowly, and turned around. His clothing seemed out-of-date, he was about the same height as Leon, but older, maybe in his mid-forties or fifties. As they came face to face, the man had a strange, crazed look in his eye, making his very pale skin seem even more unusual. "He must not get out much." His hand reached over and grabbed an axe in a mad frenzy; he swung at Leon, barely missing, and he rolled out of the way at the last second, his gun drawn. The man was furious but silent. "Sir, there's no need to be so angry, I just want to ask you some questions if it's alright, I'll leave if not and I won't bother you. Or if there's someone else who you think might know...?" He wasn't listening, the fury still in his eyes, he swung again and Leon drew his gun with lightning speed. "Put down the axe or I'll shoot!," he spoke loudly, knowing the man must be insane. BANG! He fired a warning shot as the man continued to advance on him. No good. He backed out and slammed the door as he ran out of the house. "What the hell was that?" Making sure the man wasn't following him, he walked around a bit more, noticing a few more houses. Nothing suspicious on first inspection, looking through dirt covered windows that seemed as though they hadn't been washed for years. "What's that smell...? Is there a fire going somewhere?" He knew the smell all too well, and looked for a place to get a better view after seeing smoke going up into the sky further along the path. A ladder leaning against a ledge. He climbed up and could see the source of the smoke: a bonfire off in the distance in the center of town. Luckily, he had his binoculars with him and zoomed in on the view. Half a dozen villagers surrounded it, walking around carrying things such as sickles and axes. "Is that what I think it is?" Atop the wood was something, no... someone... A word written on the back of their shirt, "POLICE". The body burning amongst the wood, flesh being charred further by the second. "Oh my Go... I have to call for back-up! This whole town must be insane!!!" Climbing back down the ladder, he ran quickly; back past the house, under the archway. He made it back to the place where he parked. His car was gone. "NO!," he shouted so loud it echoed. The bridge had somehow collapsed, taking out his car with it, and any chance for calling in reinforcements. He leaned over the ledge carefully, taking note that his vehicle wasn't alone. Several others, some on fire, lay near his, a few hundred feet down below. Stranded and alone, he knew he must survive. His natural instincts kicked in and he drew his gun, ready to strike at less than a moments notice if anything should happen. "Great, my first day as a rookie cop I ran into zombies, now this. I've been an Agent for awhile, and Umbrella is finally taken care of, but can I rest? No! I cannot give up, I'll fight until the end!" "I'll save you if it's the last thing I do!," he said, looking at the picture once more, he charged off, back through the archway, towards whatever danger lay ahead. Complete silence around him, he stood on the other side, hesitating for a moment before going onward.
Can he survive the horror?
Fan-Fiction -- My Version of Resident Evil 4
Text Copyright: © 04/05/2004 DestructoYue
Updated: © 04/11/2004, © 04/13/2004, © 04/14/2004, © 04/24/2004
DISCLAIMER: The original characters and original scenarios contained within this text are copyright 4/5/2004 - 4/24/2004 by me, DestructoYue. The previously created characters (Leon S. Kennedy, etc.) and previously created scenarios and objects are copyrighted and trademarked by Capcom. This story is an original fan-fiction based on what I think could/should happen in Resident Evil 4. It is in no way meant to offend the reader or Capcom.
Chapter 1: The Bridge
Leon S. Kennedy drove across a wooden bridge, his thoughts wandering for a moment as he focused on his mission. "Damn, how the hell did I wind up here? Could she really be alive...?" He glanced at the picture sitting on the seat next to him. A young woman, blonde hair and a light complexion with innocent eyes. Not much could be told from that picture, but, "I hope it's enough...," he said aloud, the words not much more than a whisper. His eyes focused on the road once more, he narrowly avoided hitting a branch that had fallen on the other side, stopping a few feet before the road began again. Parking there seemed like a mistake, but there wasn't time to question things like that. "Those bastards are gonna pay if they hurt her...," he muttered, gathering a few things, including the picture, before stepping out of the car and slamming the door. A few clips in hand, he loaded one into the handgun he'd been carrying with him for over 6 years. "You've gotten me through some tough times. Let's just hope I won't need to use you this time..." His thoughts trailing off, he looked at his surroundings. Up ahead there was a small village, the only place he'd seen for miles. A small walkway lined with foliage, ending in an archway that marked the entrance of the unknown place he'd come upon. "I hope that information they gave me is right, this place seems suspicious." The eerie silence, somehow overlooked, was the least of his worries. "I'll just go knock on a few doors, ask some questions, and get out. No need or reason to stay any longer than I have to... Right?" Walking past the archway, he noticed a house to his right, the door open partway and he let himself in. A strange man, perhaps the owner of the small house, was crouched down in front of the fireplace. A fire was burning at full force, lighting the otherwise dim room in a way that only made it seem even more strange. He decided there wasn't any harm in asking a few questions. "Hey, I'm looking for a girl," he said, loud enough for the man to hear, and reached his hand forward, the picture face-up. "If you've seen her, you've got to tell me where and when and anything else you know, it's very urgent, okay?" He waited a few seconds, and the man finally stood up, slowly, and turned around. His clothing seemed out-of-date, he was about the same height as Leon, but older, maybe in his mid-forties or fifties. As they came face to face, the man had a strange, crazed look in his eye, making his very pale skin seem even more unusual. "He must not get out much." His hand reached over and grabbed an axe in a mad frenzy; he swung at Leon, barely missing, and he rolled out of the way at the last second, his gun drawn. The man was furious but silent. "Sir, there's no need to be so angry, I just want to ask you some questions if it's alright, I'll leave if not and I won't bother you. Or if there's someone else who you think might know...?" He wasn't listening, the fury still in his eyes, he swung again and Leon drew his gun with lightning speed. "Put down the axe or I'll shoot!," he spoke loudly, knowing the man must be insane. BANG! He fired a warning shot as the man continued to advance on him. No good. He backed out and slammed the door as he ran out of the house. "What the hell was that?" Making sure the man wasn't following him, he walked around a bit more, noticing a few more houses. Nothing suspicious on first inspection, looking through dirt covered windows that seemed as though they hadn't been washed for years. "What's that smell...? Is there a fire going somewhere?" He knew the smell all too well, and looked for a place to get a better view after seeing smoke going up into the sky further along the path. A ladder leaning against a ledge. He climbed up and could see the source of the smoke: a bonfire off in the distance in the center of town. Luckily, he had his binoculars with him and zoomed in on the view. Half a dozen villagers surrounded it, walking around carrying things such as sickles and axes. "Is that what I think it is?" Atop the wood was something, no... someone... A word written on the back of their shirt, "POLICE". The body burning amongst the wood, flesh being charred further by the second. "Oh my Go... I have to call for back-up! This whole town must be insane!!!" Climbing back down the ladder, he ran quickly; back past the house, under the archway. He made it back to the place where he parked. His car was gone. "NO!," he shouted so loud it echoed. The bridge had somehow collapsed, taking out his car with it, and any chance for calling in reinforcements. He leaned over the ledge carefully, taking note that his vehicle wasn't alone. Several others, some on fire, lay near his, a few hundred feet down below. Stranded and alone, he knew he must survive. His natural instincts kicked in and he drew his gun, ready to strike at less than a moments notice if anything should happen. "Great, my first day as a rookie cop I ran into zombies, now this. I've been an Agent for awhile, and Umbrella is finally taken care of, but can I rest? No! I cannot give up, I'll fight until the end!" "I'll save you if it's the last thing I do!," he said, looking at the picture once more, he charged off, back through the archway, towards whatever danger lay ahead. Complete silence around him, he stood on the other side, hesitating for a moment before going onward.
Can he survive the horror?