A/N: Hey, minna! I just got finished reading the last RE book: Code Veronica and now there aren't anymore for now. So I decided to write some of my own stuff for it. I have an OC in here and if you guys would like me to put up a separate bio about her feel free to tell me to. Anyway this is obviously my first RE fic so please be nice. Enjoy. Please R&R....
Disclaimer: Don't own it cuz if I did Leon would be mine....
IMPORTANT: Umbrella found Willaim Birkin's files on both the T-Virus and the G-Virus as well as other stuff. That's how they get there hands on the formula. (That's just my explanation for my fic. They try to get t the G-Virus later. Leon thought he destroyed it in the underground labs in Raccoon. HUNK gets it later but gets killed by the William Birkin Tyrant himself.) Oh, and even though Resident Evil is a Japanese game, I'm making it so that they don't understand Saki…. She's Japanese. (Duh)
Resident Evil: Simply Murder
Chapter 1
Chris was happy to see Jill and Rebecca again. He was also glad to meet John, David, Leon, and Carlos, but now they had to split again. Jill, Rebecca, John, David, and Barry were all presently on their way to Asia with information from the mysterious Trent. It was the first time Chris had met Trent but from the looks on the others faces; there were things about him that rubbed them the wrong way.
Now, Claire, Carlos, Leon, and himself were headed toward an Umbrella facility located near Raccoon City. Trent had given them the low-down saying that they were testing with the G-Virus. He told them that it was located on the shoreline and that they were using marine life as test subjects. However, only knowing that much made Chris uneasy about the whole situation. He didn't like that Claire was going as well but she'd insisted and this would help him in keeping an eye on her.
'Also a good way to watch her get killed.' He mentally kicked himself for even thinking that as he glanced across the van to see her peering out the window.
"Hey, we're almost there," Leon called back from the driver's seat. Chris watched as Carlos nudged Claire's arm from the back.
"Hey, you ready, amigo?" He asked in his thick Hispanic accent. She gave him a small smile, nodding. The van came to a stop, the only noise present was the wind. Leon looked back, his blue eyes illuminated by the moonlight pouring through the windows.
"Ready?" After a quick weapons check, Chris opened the sliding door, jumping out.
"Okay, here's the game plan," he started, facing them, "We go in, hope everyone's still sleeping, grab the disk, and get the hell out of there." Trent explained that at this facility they kept information on making the G-Virus and its antidote.
"I like the sound of that," Carlos muttered. A chilled ocean breeze passed over, playing with their hair. Claire brushed her red bangs aside, her gray-blue gaze scanning the others' faces finally landing on Leon.
"Hey, Leon, you okay?" He looked up, his blonde bangs falling into his eyes.
"Yeah. Just nerves." She nodded, following her brother who started leading them towards the compound.
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Jack Riverside sighed, leaning back in his chair. The only source of light in the small cluttered office was the computer screen which was littered with serial numbers and codes. Tilting his head, he looked over at the clock seeing the glowing red numbers read 1:13 AM.
'I need sleep.' Stifling a yawn, he got up, not bothering to push in his chair. He was about to leave the room when he stopped upon remembering something. He turned, walking over to the computer and putting a sleep lock on it. A sudden knock at the door startled him, breaking him from his daze. 'Damn. Don't these people sleep?' Opening the door, Jack's blue gaze fell on green eyes.
"Oh, good. You're up."
"Now," Jack said, sighing. The man smiled, realizing that he'd stopped Jack from going to bed. "So what is it, Mitch?" Mitch smiled once more but this time it was more of an evil smirk. Mitch often unnerved Jack. He thought the man was pure evil and his facial expressions often proved the point. 'Correction. The man is evil.'
"Well, you know the cutie the clean-up crew picked up from Raccoon?"
"Not really. But go on."
"Well, she doesn't speak English so the others and myself have decided to use her in the G-Tyrant Program."
"What!?!" He started walking, Jack at his heels.
"She's seen too much and if she tells someone who'll understand her....."
"But the Program?! She's only so young! She doesn't deserve that..."
"Well, then maybe she shouldn't have come to Raccoon." Jack gave him a cold look.
"As if she knew." Mitch shrugged.
"Even so, they're getting her now." Jack stopped short, staring at Mitch's back.
"I will be no part of your insanity." Mitch stopped as well, turning towards the other man, smiling cruelly.
"Your loss."
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She was afraid. It was cold, dark, and she was scared out of her wits. Nineteen year old Saki Mitsragi had become a prisoner of Umbrella Inc. Tears streaked down her face at the memory of Raccoon City. She came in from Japan to visit her cousins only to find the whole place destroyed and deserted. Except there were men in protective suits and as soon as they spotted her she was arrested.
Moonlight poured in from the only barred window, dancing across her silk Japanese style short-sleeve shirt and pants which were a deep navy bluish purple with yellow floral print. She continued to fumble with her bracelets, her pale metallic blue nails shining in the moonlight as well. It was at this point that she heard distant voices and footsteps approaching.
'No! They're coming for me!' Though for what, she didn't know. Even though she could speak English she only spoke in her native tongue, royally pissing them off in the process. They'd said she was useless and she hoped that they would let her go but images of Raccoon kept flashing, telling her that that option was impossible.
"Who gave you authorization," came one voice.
"I don't need it," came a second one. This one sounded strangely calm.
"Bullshit! You're not suppose to be doing this, are you!?"
"Go to bed, Jack."
"Mitch! And you two! Why are you helping him!?" The door squeaked open, light pouring inside, blinding her. There were four men. One looking exceedingly calm, another stressed, and the last two didn't really show any expression. She guessed that the concerned one was Jack and the other was Mitch.
"Hello, my dear. How are you?" She tilted her head at Mitch's words, causing him to frown.
"Nani?"
"Hmmm..... shame.... she's a cute one, too." Mitch jerked his head, causing the two expressionless scientists to come forward, grabbing her. He laughed as she began struggling against them.
"Mitch....." Jack glared at the mad brunette who turned, slapping his hand down on his shoulder.
"So, Jack, you gonna watch?"
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"Well, so far so good," Claire whispered. They'd managed to break in without tripping any alarms. Strange, but that's what happened.
"Shhh.... you'll jinx us," Carlos said, a hint of amusement in his voice.
'He's trying to lighten the mood. Cute.' Leon turned his attention back to what was going on as Chris stopped at a pair of double doors. A sudden series of screams caused the four to jump, their heartbeats increasing.
"Someone's awake."
"A few 'someone's,'" Claire corrected.
"Shhh...." Chris leaned towards the door a bit, though he didn't need to.
"Ow! She kicked me!"
"Grab her arm!"
"Mitch, hurry up with that syringe, will ya!!"
"Sounds like about five of them."
"Let me go in. As a decoy," Leon said, stepping up. "I'll divert their attention, so then you guys can jump 'em." After a short silence, Chris nodded briskly, moving aside.
"Not too long. We'll be right behind you." Walking over, Leon raised his 9mm Beretta, his training taking over.
'To think, Leon, you could've been a cop,' he told himself. Shaking his head, he kicked the door in, gun raised. The room went quiet, all eyes turning toward the armed blonde. Chris appeared to have been right. There were two men trying to hold a young black/red-headed girl down on an operating table. There were two others behind them who had been arguing.
"Who the hell!?" one started.
'Well, I got their attention.' One of the arguers pointed towards him, using his other hand to brush his brown bangs out of his eyes.
"Get him!" The other, who had blue eyes and black hair, protested.
"Mitch...."
"Shut up, Jack!" A high-pitched screech from behind Leon caused him to turn towards the doors just in time to get bashed across the head. His chest hit the ground hard, knocking the wind from him, but he was still conscious. The attacker stepped on his hand, forcing him to let go of his gun. After gaining his hand back, Leon rolled away about to get up when he found a gun barrel in his face. "Get up," the one named Mitch said. He did as he was told, feeling something warm drip down from his left temple. Apparently there were six people in the room and he was nice enough to Leon color to his face. Blood oozed from the wound, leaving a bloody path all down the left side of his face. "Well, well, now who are you, blondie?"
"What difference does it make? You'll probably kill me anyway." Leon glanced over to see that the scientists had succeeded in tying the girl down to the operating table. His gaze then fell upon his gun not too far away. Before Mitch could blink, Leon dropped down, doing a shoulder roll, and picking up him gun. Ending up on one knee, he aimed about to fire when a metallic hand, one that looked like it belonged to a metal skeleton, reached out from behind, clasping over his hand. Leon cried out in pain as the hand continued to clamp down, forcing him to lose his weapon once more.
"You gotta live one here, Mitch," came a deep voice from behind him. Leon craned his neck to see a large burly man with a goatee. His right arm was replaced with a mechanical one.
"Thank you for that, Robert. Much appreciated."
"Bobby. It's Bobby."
"Uh... right. Stan, give me the syringe." One of the men who'd been holding down the girl came up with a syringe filled a green liquid. He was bald and wore huge coke-bottle glasses that made his head appear smaller than it was.
"Here you go, Mitch." Bobby hefted Leon up on his feet, all the while the blonde could feel the girl staring at him.
'Probably thinks I'm the cavalry. Poor thing. And what the hell is this guy doing?'
"Want to know what this is, blondie?"
"Leon...."
"What?"
"I have a name!" he snapped.
"Well then, Leon, this is a little something we call the G-Virus." A smile crossed his lips as he noticed his guest stiffen in Bobby's grip. "Hold him steady." Leon's eyes widen in fear and panic.
"What?! No!" The thought of becoming what had chased him down in the Raccoon labs made him feel sick to his stomach. He couldn't let that happen to himself. He'd come to far.
"Don't worry. It won't hurt... yet." Leon would've given almost anything at that moment just for a chance to knock the smirk off the lunatic. His eyes darted towards the doors for a moment in hope before looking back at the approaching madman.
'Chris! Where are you guys!?'
"Mitch...."
"I'm working, Jack, shut up."
"No! Please--" A loud crash drew their attention as Chris came crashing through the doors, sliding across the room. "Chris!" Without a word, Chris stood, aiming his Glock 17 handgun towards where he was and firing. There was a bloodthirsty screech followed by a wet thud.
"Bastard...." he muttered.
"Chris! Help me!" He looked over, seeing Mitch with the syringe. Chris raised his weapon towards him.
"Alright, you son of a bitch, I'm in no mood for games. Put that on the table behind you, gently," he growled in a low menacing voice. Leon just stared. Chris was clearly pissed.
"Do calm down, Mr. Redfield. Besides there is a lady present." Chris wasn't the least bit surprised that he knew his last name. For a few months now, Umbrella had been monitoring him, keeping their ever-watchful eye on him.
"Are you kidding!? You were going to infect her. What would you care?" Leon snapped. Mitch gave him a sideways glance before setting the syringe down.
"Okay, Mr. Redfield, I've done as you've said. Now what?" Chris was about to answer when a cry from Leon stopped him. Bobby had pulled Leon's arm behind him, twisting it. He then drew a dagger, settling it at the blonde's throat.
"Now we do what I say," Bobby said, his grin hidden in his beard.
"Chris......." He started backing up, dragging the blonde with him until he felt a gun barrel pressed against the side of his head.
"No, how 'bout we play 'Carlos says'?" With that, he pulled the trigger. Blood and brains everywhere. "Carlos says die."
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TBC.....
Index:
Nani - What
Oh, yeah. How was that? My friend loves that part. Anyway, did you like it? I hope so. If any of you are confused about Saki, don't worry you'll learn more about her in the next chapter. And like I said if you want me to post a bio just tell me. Also, I don't know when I'll get them up but I'm going to draw scenes for the fic and post them on DevaintArt.com so look under Blue-eyed-Demon (that's me). Till then, do you see the pretty button at the bottom that says 'Submit Reviews'? Could you please use it and leave me a message after the beep........ *BEEP*
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Hotaru Sasaki