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 9: Hand From The Shadows
He prepared the lantern, having to use what little fuel he had for it. Using a match, he lit it, and carried it in one hand, with the handgun in the other. The wolf followed closely behind as he entered. A horrible smell came from inside, but it was easy to overlook it after all he'd been through. The key should be somewhere inside, and he was determined to find out. Moving along the pathway, it was plenty wide for him and the wolf. Nothing of interest so far, he noticed something up ahead. Walking more quickly, he stopped in front of it. It was a statue, a complete body with a flat hole in the hand. Leon thought it must be the thing mentioned in the riddle, so he pulled out the golden dagger. Carefully, he pushed it into the slot in the hand, hearing a loud click. The statue started to move out of the way, and there was a loud bellow coming from behind it. "You'll know it's right when the creature bellows." "Well, looks like we're on the right track," he said to the wolf, as it looked up at him with sad eyes. He went forward, past the statue. There was a much more narrow path on the other side, but there was still plenty of room for him to pass through. A few hundred yards down the path, he looked back and realized the wolf was following still, then continued on. They stopped quickly at the end of the pathway, a large room with no light in front of them. He looked around with the lantern while the wolf rested on the floor at the entrance. Hundreds of books lined the walls and there was a desk in the center of the room. Hidden from the rest of the town, there was a secret office where the person who made the dagger must have worked. Papers covered the desk, mostly the ink had faded too much to read them, but a few towards the bottom were entirely legible. Sitting in the chair, he read to himself, learning more of the town's secrets. The office had once belonged to the Mayor, and he knew Umbrella was doing secret experiments with viruses. He wanted nothing to do with the corporation, but he had no choice when the people demanded they be allowed to work there. The pay was good, at first, but the Mayor didn't trust them. Shortly after Umbrella was taken down, he noticed a change in the people's attitude towards him. They became violent, wanting to kill him on sight, so he hid in his office, waiting for a day when they would forgive him. That was six months earlier according to the dates. The most recent was two months before. The villagers realized he only wanted what was best for them, and gave up on trying to kill him. Everything returned to normal. A final document revealed that he felt unusual every time the church bell rang, and would black out completely. Several others complained of the same symptoms so they locked up the church, and no one was allowed to enter again. "What could've happened during that two months' time? He must have hidden these under the old documents in case anyone found this place, so they would think there wasn't anything useful... Hmm..." A second loud bellow came from somewhere in the cave, and the wolf jumped up, surprised, just like Leon. He drew his handgun and was ready to attack. There was movement behind the bookshelves. Standing at the entrance of the door, as far away as possible, he aimed carefully, waiting. His wait didn't last long, as something came crashing through the bookcase, knocking it over, revealing a hidden passage behind it. A wolf-like creature came through the opening, only it was much larger; the skin and fur had stretched farther than possible and begun to rip, revealing muscle and tissue beneath. The normal wolf beside Leon growled ferociously, and lunged at the creature, biting any chance it got. He couldn't get a clear shot with the wolf in the way, so he watched, waiting. The creature turned it's head around and ripped the wolf from it's body, biting with it's larger teeth, then throwing it against the wall. "NO!," Leon yelled, knowing the wolf had only tried to help him, but now it was gone. Putting away the handgun, he pulled out the shotgun, and pumped it once. He fired directly at the creatures skull, but somehow, it jumped out of the way at the last moment, barely being grazed by the blast, and came running towards him. Aiming once more, he fired again, this time hitting it in the jaw, sending teeth flying. It yelped loudly, but got up again, ready to lunge at him. He waited, this time the large creature, almost twice the size of a full grown wolf, lunged at him and he planted the butt of the shotgun in it's skull, knocking it down for a moment. Quickly, he aimed at it's skull at close range, pulling the trigger. The skull exploded in a bloody, gory mess, sending blood, bone, teeth, and brain matter flying all over the walls. Leon ran to the wolf that had tried to save him, but it was too late, it had died on impact. "That damn -thing- was like a wolf version of the Cerberus... I hope there aren't any more of them." Checking the passage where the creature came from, he noticed a shining object laying at the end. There was a small box. Inside the box was a special key with a message: "Find the two hands, and this key shall open the path of truth." "Hmm... so they must've been the two hands, and this must be the key to the church!," he said aloud, putting the key in his pocket. It was time to leave, and go back to the church.
"Is it safe to enter the church late at night?"
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 9: Hand From The Shadows
He prepared the lantern, having to use what little fuel he had for it. Using a match, he lit it, and carried it in one hand, with the handgun in the other. The wolf followed closely behind as he entered. A horrible smell came from inside, but it was easy to overlook it after all he'd been through. The key should be somewhere inside, and he was determined to find out. Moving along the pathway, it was plenty wide for him and the wolf. Nothing of interest so far, he noticed something up ahead. Walking more quickly, he stopped in front of it. It was a statue, a complete body with a flat hole in the hand. Leon thought it must be the thing mentioned in the riddle, so he pulled out the golden dagger. Carefully, he pushed it into the slot in the hand, hearing a loud click. The statue started to move out of the way, and there was a loud bellow coming from behind it. "You'll know it's right when the creature bellows." "Well, looks like we're on the right track," he said to the wolf, as it looked up at him with sad eyes. He went forward, past the statue. There was a much more narrow path on the other side, but there was still plenty of room for him to pass through. A few hundred yards down the path, he looked back and realized the wolf was following still, then continued on. They stopped quickly at the end of the pathway, a large room with no light in front of them. He looked around with the lantern while the wolf rested on the floor at the entrance. Hundreds of books lined the walls and there was a desk in the center of the room. Hidden from the rest of the town, there was a secret office where the person who made the dagger must have worked. Papers covered the desk, mostly the ink had faded too much to read them, but a few towards the bottom were entirely legible. Sitting in the chair, he read to himself, learning more of the town's secrets. The office had once belonged to the Mayor, and he knew Umbrella was doing secret experiments with viruses. He wanted nothing to do with the corporation, but he had no choice when the people demanded they be allowed to work there. The pay was good, at first, but the Mayor didn't trust them. Shortly after Umbrella was taken down, he noticed a change in the people's attitude towards him. They became violent, wanting to kill him on sight, so he hid in his office, waiting for a day when they would forgive him. That was six months earlier according to the dates. The most recent was two months before. The villagers realized he only wanted what was best for them, and gave up on trying to kill him. Everything returned to normal. A final document revealed that he felt unusual every time the church bell rang, and would black out completely. Several others complained of the same symptoms so they locked up the church, and no one was allowed to enter again. "What could've happened during that two months' time? He must have hidden these under the old documents in case anyone found this place, so they would think there wasn't anything useful... Hmm..." A second loud bellow came from somewhere in the cave, and the wolf jumped up, surprised, just like Leon. He drew his handgun and was ready to attack. There was movement behind the bookshelves. Standing at the entrance of the door, as far away as possible, he aimed carefully, waiting. His wait didn't last long, as something came crashing through the bookcase, knocking it over, revealing a hidden passage behind it. A wolf-like creature came through the opening, only it was much larger; the skin and fur had stretched farther than possible and begun to rip, revealing muscle and tissue beneath. The normal wolf beside Leon growled ferociously, and lunged at the creature, biting any chance it got. He couldn't get a clear shot with the wolf in the way, so he watched, waiting. The creature turned it's head around and ripped the wolf from it's body, biting with it's larger teeth, then throwing it against the wall. "NO!," Leon yelled, knowing the wolf had only tried to help him, but now it was gone. Putting away the handgun, he pulled out the shotgun, and pumped it once. He fired directly at the creatures skull, but somehow, it jumped out of the way at the last moment, barely being grazed by the blast, and came running towards him. Aiming once more, he fired again, this time hitting it in the jaw, sending teeth flying. It yelped loudly, but got up again, ready to lunge at him. He waited, this time the large creature, almost twice the size of a full grown wolf, lunged at him and he planted the butt of the shotgun in it's skull, knocking it down for a moment. Quickly, he aimed at it's skull at close range, pulling the trigger. The skull exploded in a bloody, gory mess, sending blood, bone, teeth, and brain matter flying all over the walls. Leon ran to the wolf that had tried to save him, but it was too late, it had died on impact. "That damn -thing- was like a wolf version of the Cerberus... I hope there aren't any more of them." Checking the passage where the creature came from, he noticed a shining object laying at the end. There was a small box. Inside the box was a special key with a message: "Find the two hands, and this key shall open the path of truth." "Hmm... so they must've been the two hands, and this must be the key to the church!," he said aloud, putting the key in his pocket. It was time to leave, and go back to the church.
"Is it safe to enter the church late at night?"