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, © 04/14/04, © 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 4: A Bell Rings
A loud ringing filled the town, and Leon almost instantly recognized it as a bell. The crazed villagers stopped in their tracks, dropping their weapons. The few without heads were dragged by others, and the ones thought to be dead otherwise, stood up to help. Within a minute, the entire mess was cleared, and the town was deserted, the bell still ringing in the distance. Leon looked up to see a church bell, and immediately realized that was the source. "What the hell is going on here?," he said to himself, sure no one else would hear. The town that was full of -obviously- inhuman things was now deserted, except for him. "That bell must be controlling them somehow. I don't have time to check it out now, I have to keep searching for her!" He took out the picture, staring at it for a moment, then moved on. Many of the doors were unlocked in the town, and most that were locked didn't stop him from entering. Nothing too unusual, but he found that the church door was sealed completely, with no way to enter. No keyhole, no secret buttons, no way to enter. Giving up for the moment, he decided to explore the forest. Along the path he chose, there was a yelping sound, and he tracked the source to a group of bear traps. One had been set off by a lone wolf, it's leg trapped and bleeding, but not broken. Leon cautiously moved forward and set it free. The wolf ran off, limping a little; it stopped to look back at him, then disappeared. He moved forward again; a minute later, the path was blocked by strange wires attached to boxes on a few trees. Carefully, he inspected them and realized it was C4 explosives. Knowing he had to go forward, he stepped back and took aim with the handgun. Pulling the trigger once, the farthest box exploded, a chain reaction making the others explode as well. He was barely out of the blast's range, but survived unscathed. On the other side was a small, wooden bridge. Barely big enough to support someone of his size, he crossed anyways. "I hope this one holds out longer than the last one..." There was a broken down, old truck and a small shack on the other side of the bridge. Nothing in the truck, so he decided to check the shack. A few farming tools, and table covered in dust. In the back there was a bloody sickle that looked like it had been used recently. "Does somebody live here? How did this get all the way out here?" He left without searching anymore, and went along the path. The wolf was up ahead, staring at him. Leon stopped, wondering if it would attack. It started moving towards him, still limping, but he didn't raise the gun. Somehow, he didn't feel it would hurt him, and waited until it was standing in front of him, looking up. He had some bandages with him and decided to bandage the wolf's wound. When he finished the wolf licked his hand, and waited there. Leon decided to move on, and he heard a sound behind him. It was following him. He didn't mind the company, and decided to let it follow, as long as it didn't attack him. His watch told him he'd been there for three hours so far, and he looked up at the sky. Still plenty of light, at least for a few more hours. "I wonder what will happen tonight. Will those -things- come back?" The path ended a few minutes later, and the wolf stopped beside him. He looked down, and the wolf looked up at him, then it turned and jogged off. The limp was less visible since he patched it's leg up. "I'll whistle if I need you!," he shouted, and the wolf turned around for a moment, and it appeared to almost nod in approval. He continued past the pathway, and eventually came upon a lake. A small boat was tied up at the dock, and he could see houses in the distance on the other side, in front of a few mountains. "Well, it's worth a try..." The boat looked sturdy enough and he decided to see if the motor worked. Climbing in, he tried the motor, and it started easily on the first attempt. Steering straight towards the houses, he went past a few plants growing in the water, and felt as though something was nearby. He stopped the boat and listened. Nothing but complete silence all around. Starting the motor again, he went forward and stopped at the shore on the other side, in front of the houses. He pulled the boat up onto the shore, making sure it wouldn't drift away, and went off to explore the houses. Three houses, all of them with multiple rooms. The first was well furnished: a couch, television, and a few chairs in the living room. The kitchen had a fridge with some fishing bait and outdated food, nothing edible. A small bathroom with a shower, sink and toilet that obviously hadn't been used for months, if not years. He left and entered the second house. Other than different furniture and no food in the fridge, it was the same. On his way out, he noticed a door. He opened it and inside was another First-Aid Spray, normal this time, and a weird object attached to a picture of the church from the town. "Could this be what I need to get into the church?" He put it in his pocket and went outside. The third house was like the second, but instead of a closet there was a small basement. Nothing unusual, but he found a box of old bullets he may be able to use in the handgun. Back outside, he decided to return to the town. The boat was still there, and he pushed it off into the water, climbing in carefully. Making sure the pockets were empty, he took off his coat and put it under a seat. Once the motor was started, he steered towards the dock on the other side where he had found the boat. About a third of the way there, he had a weird feeling, so he stopped the boat. "Must be my imagination." There was movement in the water this time. "What the hell is it?," he said as the movement grew closer.
Can he make it to the other side alive?
Fan-Fiction -- My Version of Resident Evil 4
Text Copyright: © 04/05/2004 DestructoYue
Updated: © 04/11/2004, © 04/13/2004, © 04/14/04, © 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 4: A Bell Rings
A loud ringing filled the town, and Leon almost instantly recognized it as a bell. The crazed villagers stopped in their tracks, dropping their weapons. The few without heads were dragged by others, and the ones thought to be dead otherwise, stood up to help. Within a minute, the entire mess was cleared, and the town was deserted, the bell still ringing in the distance. Leon looked up to see a church bell, and immediately realized that was the source. "What the hell is going on here?," he said to himself, sure no one else would hear. The town that was full of -obviously- inhuman things was now deserted, except for him. "That bell must be controlling them somehow. I don't have time to check it out now, I have to keep searching for her!" He took out the picture, staring at it for a moment, then moved on. Many of the doors were unlocked in the town, and most that were locked didn't stop him from entering. Nothing too unusual, but he found that the church door was sealed completely, with no way to enter. No keyhole, no secret buttons, no way to enter. Giving up for the moment, he decided to explore the forest. Along the path he chose, there was a yelping sound, and he tracked the source to a group of bear traps. One had been set off by a lone wolf, it's leg trapped and bleeding, but not broken. Leon cautiously moved forward and set it free. The wolf ran off, limping a little; it stopped to look back at him, then disappeared. He moved forward again; a minute later, the path was blocked by strange wires attached to boxes on a few trees. Carefully, he inspected them and realized it was C4 explosives. Knowing he had to go forward, he stepped back and took aim with the handgun. Pulling the trigger once, the farthest box exploded, a chain reaction making the others explode as well. He was barely out of the blast's range, but survived unscathed. On the other side was a small, wooden bridge. Barely big enough to support someone of his size, he crossed anyways. "I hope this one holds out longer than the last one..." There was a broken down, old truck and a small shack on the other side of the bridge. Nothing in the truck, so he decided to check the shack. A few farming tools, and table covered in dust. In the back there was a bloody sickle that looked like it had been used recently. "Does somebody live here? How did this get all the way out here?" He left without searching anymore, and went along the path. The wolf was up ahead, staring at him. Leon stopped, wondering if it would attack. It started moving towards him, still limping, but he didn't raise the gun. Somehow, he didn't feel it would hurt him, and waited until it was standing in front of him, looking up. He had some bandages with him and decided to bandage the wolf's wound. When he finished the wolf licked his hand, and waited there. Leon decided to move on, and he heard a sound behind him. It was following him. He didn't mind the company, and decided to let it follow, as long as it didn't attack him. His watch told him he'd been there for three hours so far, and he looked up at the sky. Still plenty of light, at least for a few more hours. "I wonder what will happen tonight. Will those -things- come back?" The path ended a few minutes later, and the wolf stopped beside him. He looked down, and the wolf looked up at him, then it turned and jogged off. The limp was less visible since he patched it's leg up. "I'll whistle if I need you!," he shouted, and the wolf turned around for a moment, and it appeared to almost nod in approval. He continued past the pathway, and eventually came upon a lake. A small boat was tied up at the dock, and he could see houses in the distance on the other side, in front of a few mountains. "Well, it's worth a try..." The boat looked sturdy enough and he decided to see if the motor worked. Climbing in, he tried the motor, and it started easily on the first attempt. Steering straight towards the houses, he went past a few plants growing in the water, and felt as though something was nearby. He stopped the boat and listened. Nothing but complete silence all around. Starting the motor again, he went forward and stopped at the shore on the other side, in front of the houses. He pulled the boat up onto the shore, making sure it wouldn't drift away, and went off to explore the houses. Three houses, all of them with multiple rooms. The first was well furnished: a couch, television, and a few chairs in the living room. The kitchen had a fridge with some fishing bait and outdated food, nothing edible. A small bathroom with a shower, sink and toilet that obviously hadn't been used for months, if not years. He left and entered the second house. Other than different furniture and no food in the fridge, it was the same. On his way out, he noticed a door. He opened it and inside was another First-Aid Spray, normal this time, and a weird object attached to a picture of the church from the town. "Could this be what I need to get into the church?" He put it in his pocket and went outside. The third house was like the second, but instead of a closet there was a small basement. Nothing unusual, but he found a box of old bullets he may be able to use in the handgun. Back outside, he decided to return to the town. The boat was still there, and he pushed it off into the water, climbing in carefully. Making sure the pockets were empty, he took off his coat and put it under a seat. Once the motor was started, he steered towards the dock on the other side where he had found the boat. About a third of the way there, he had a weird feeling, so he stopped the boat. "Must be my imagination." There was movement in the water this time. "What the hell is it?," he said as the movement grew closer.
Can he make it to the other side alive?