Chapter 3: Awakening Of The Sleeping Beast
Vasiliy towered over the convulsing dog even as it writhed to get to Vasiliy's warm flesh. The hell hound's body was ravaged with patches where the only thing that could be seen past its decaying wet fur was the glint of rotting red muscle. Crimson liquid streamed down the dog's scarred face from the bullet that had entered it, yet the dog still fought to make its way to him. He had shot the dog three times, yet it still kept coming, how was that possible, Vasiliy asked himself as he caught a glimpse of dark hair out of the corner of his eye.
"What do you think is wrong with these damn dogs?" Tanya said lacking her usual arrogance.
"I don't know, but I don't think I want to find out," Vasiliy muttered back as he checked the clip in his gun.
Tanya knew that she wouldn't get any emotion out of Vasiliy, but then again she hadn't really expected to. As the cold hard rain hit his pale face she thought she could see a worried glance pass over it, but just as quickly as it had came it had gone. Tanya had never seen Vasiliy worried about anything, he was the kind of man who did his job and was professional and deadly at it not the kind that was cowardly or worrisome.
Before she had time to interrogate Vasiliy any further she felt a pair of strong hands grasp around her small shoulders. Tanya quickly snapped around, ready to kill her unseen foe, but only found a rain soaked Maurice in the place of her foe.
"Are you alright?" Maurice asked as the rain gently splattered against his friendly face.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I hope you feel better than you look," Tanya said managing a weak smile.
"I've been be-"
"So what the hell is the plan?" Ryan shouted cutting Maurice off.
"I'd start with staying alive, and then we need to see if we can find any of the other squads. Vasiliy, where do we need to go?" Maurice asked as he turned in Vasiliy's direction.
"According to the direction of the screams, and how soldiers are taught to scatter, they should be about here," Vasiliy answered as placed his finger on a detailed map of the facility.
The place that Vasiliy had pointed to was about two miles away from where they currently were, and in the middle of the tropical jungle to the west. The deep foliage of the jungle would hide any of the other creatures that might be lurking around making Maurice a little hesitant to lead his team into the depths of hell.
"Alright, let's get moving then," Maurice said as he began to jog towards the west.
"I don't think you realize what you're dealing with Maurice," Sam called from behind him.
"I know that I'm not going to leave soldiers out here to die, Sam," Maurice turned shooting Sam an uncharacteristically cold glance.
"Maybe not, but are you willing to risk the lives of your team on the lives of already dead men?" Sam asked coldly.
Maurice could feel his blood begin to boil at the mere sound of Sam's words. The rain began to feel cold against his increasingly hot face. Who was he to tell him how he should run his team? If Umbrella had wanted him squad leader they would have given it to him. Maurice had doubted his sanity when he started babbling about Umbrella's conspiracy and the awaiting reinforcements, but now he was talking back to his commanding officer.
Maurice, not being able to contain his temper anymore, quickly strode over to Sam enraged and grabbed him around the collar and hoisted him off his feet. Sam began to wriggle and writhe from sheer shock and fear in Maurice's unrelenting hands. Maurice gazed into the terrified man's eyes and then down to the dark green sleeve of the man. Instead of coming face- to-face with the Umbrella insignia like all soldiers were to wear at all times, he saw only the team emblem of a scarlet knight's helmet.
"You're one of those Anti-Umbrella spy's aren't you, you bastard," Maurice spat at the suspended man.
"No, I'm not, I'm from the SOC," the man managed through ragged breaths.
"Amazing how many times a liar can change his story," Maurice said calmly as he took control of his temper.
"What do you want to do with him, sir," Jason said as he stepped up to defend his captain if Sam moved a muscle as he was let down.
"Let him go, let him run," Maurice said coldly as he threw the man down into a growing puddle of murky water only after ripping the emblem of the Scarlet Knights off Sam's fatigues.
The small helicopter was seemingly silent as the shadowed man repelled down the rope dangling off of the side of the helicopter. The cold rain freely coursed down the dark red and white Umbrella symbol that was emblazed on Pierre Dupree's deep green fatigues as his knees buckled from the pressure as he reached the soggy earth.
The small combat base on the island was gently shrouded in heavy sheets of falling ran giving the facility an eerie feel. He silently pushed his wet light blonde hair out of his eyes exposing his boyish face as he extracted a small pen light from the pocket under the Umbrella insignia.
Umbrella had contacted him shortly after the destruction of their main facility that he had been involved with and asked him to come back and work for them. Umbrella had said that they would have done the same thing if they had been put into his position and had welcomed him back with open arms. He had readily accepted their offer, and had been immediately given the assignment to gather battle data on the Alphas on a remote island.
He had been surprised at how far Umbrella had come in their research with the Codenamed: Alphas. These Alphas could actually adapt to any environment and could learn from their enemies' mistakes. Quite an improvement over the Nemesis IIIs, Pierre thought as he traced the course on the map with his wet fingers.
His trip wouldn't be long since he was just looking to gather combat data from an elite team Codenamed: Scarlet Knights. Pierre suddenly remembered that Lord Spencer had said that this was his gift to him, bringing a short smile to Pierre's cold face. A little group of six people wouldn't stand a chance against the new Alphas, and if they did somehow manage to survive Pierre would be right there to clean up the mess.
Author's Note: Yes and yet another twist in the story. If you haven't read "Resident Evil: Blood Ties" you might not understand it all, but I think you can get the jest of it without reading it. There's plenty of action to come in the next chapter so hang with me. Hope you liked it and please review.
Vasiliy towered over the convulsing dog even as it writhed to get to Vasiliy's warm flesh. The hell hound's body was ravaged with patches where the only thing that could be seen past its decaying wet fur was the glint of rotting red muscle. Crimson liquid streamed down the dog's scarred face from the bullet that had entered it, yet the dog still fought to make its way to him. He had shot the dog three times, yet it still kept coming, how was that possible, Vasiliy asked himself as he caught a glimpse of dark hair out of the corner of his eye.
"What do you think is wrong with these damn dogs?" Tanya said lacking her usual arrogance.
"I don't know, but I don't think I want to find out," Vasiliy muttered back as he checked the clip in his gun.
Tanya knew that she wouldn't get any emotion out of Vasiliy, but then again she hadn't really expected to. As the cold hard rain hit his pale face she thought she could see a worried glance pass over it, but just as quickly as it had came it had gone. Tanya had never seen Vasiliy worried about anything, he was the kind of man who did his job and was professional and deadly at it not the kind that was cowardly or worrisome.
Before she had time to interrogate Vasiliy any further she felt a pair of strong hands grasp around her small shoulders. Tanya quickly snapped around, ready to kill her unseen foe, but only found a rain soaked Maurice in the place of her foe.
"Are you alright?" Maurice asked as the rain gently splattered against his friendly face.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I hope you feel better than you look," Tanya said managing a weak smile.
"I've been be-"
"So what the hell is the plan?" Ryan shouted cutting Maurice off.
"I'd start with staying alive, and then we need to see if we can find any of the other squads. Vasiliy, where do we need to go?" Maurice asked as he turned in Vasiliy's direction.
"According to the direction of the screams, and how soldiers are taught to scatter, they should be about here," Vasiliy answered as placed his finger on a detailed map of the facility.
The place that Vasiliy had pointed to was about two miles away from where they currently were, and in the middle of the tropical jungle to the west. The deep foliage of the jungle would hide any of the other creatures that might be lurking around making Maurice a little hesitant to lead his team into the depths of hell.
"Alright, let's get moving then," Maurice said as he began to jog towards the west.
"I don't think you realize what you're dealing with Maurice," Sam called from behind him.
"I know that I'm not going to leave soldiers out here to die, Sam," Maurice turned shooting Sam an uncharacteristically cold glance.
"Maybe not, but are you willing to risk the lives of your team on the lives of already dead men?" Sam asked coldly.
Maurice could feel his blood begin to boil at the mere sound of Sam's words. The rain began to feel cold against his increasingly hot face. Who was he to tell him how he should run his team? If Umbrella had wanted him squad leader they would have given it to him. Maurice had doubted his sanity when he started babbling about Umbrella's conspiracy and the awaiting reinforcements, but now he was talking back to his commanding officer.
Maurice, not being able to contain his temper anymore, quickly strode over to Sam enraged and grabbed him around the collar and hoisted him off his feet. Sam began to wriggle and writhe from sheer shock and fear in Maurice's unrelenting hands. Maurice gazed into the terrified man's eyes and then down to the dark green sleeve of the man. Instead of coming face- to-face with the Umbrella insignia like all soldiers were to wear at all times, he saw only the team emblem of a scarlet knight's helmet.
"You're one of those Anti-Umbrella spy's aren't you, you bastard," Maurice spat at the suspended man.
"No, I'm not, I'm from the SOC," the man managed through ragged breaths.
"Amazing how many times a liar can change his story," Maurice said calmly as he took control of his temper.
"What do you want to do with him, sir," Jason said as he stepped up to defend his captain if Sam moved a muscle as he was let down.
"Let him go, let him run," Maurice said coldly as he threw the man down into a growing puddle of murky water only after ripping the emblem of the Scarlet Knights off Sam's fatigues.
The small helicopter was seemingly silent as the shadowed man repelled down the rope dangling off of the side of the helicopter. The cold rain freely coursed down the dark red and white Umbrella symbol that was emblazed on Pierre Dupree's deep green fatigues as his knees buckled from the pressure as he reached the soggy earth.
The small combat base on the island was gently shrouded in heavy sheets of falling ran giving the facility an eerie feel. He silently pushed his wet light blonde hair out of his eyes exposing his boyish face as he extracted a small pen light from the pocket under the Umbrella insignia.
Umbrella had contacted him shortly after the destruction of their main facility that he had been involved with and asked him to come back and work for them. Umbrella had said that they would have done the same thing if they had been put into his position and had welcomed him back with open arms. He had readily accepted their offer, and had been immediately given the assignment to gather battle data on the Alphas on a remote island.
He had been surprised at how far Umbrella had come in their research with the Codenamed: Alphas. These Alphas could actually adapt to any environment and could learn from their enemies' mistakes. Quite an improvement over the Nemesis IIIs, Pierre thought as he traced the course on the map with his wet fingers.
His trip wouldn't be long since he was just looking to gather combat data from an elite team Codenamed: Scarlet Knights. Pierre suddenly remembered that Lord Spencer had said that this was his gift to him, bringing a short smile to Pierre's cold face. A little group of six people wouldn't stand a chance against the new Alphas, and if they did somehow manage to survive Pierre would be right there to clean up the mess.
Author's Note: Yes and yet another twist in the story. If you haven't read "Resident Evil: Blood Ties" you might not understand it all, but I think you can get the jest of it without reading it. There's plenty of action to come in the next chapter so hang with me. Hope you liked it and please review.