Brideswell Sewers.
Note: Hello! This is my first ever fanfic, so ANY advice is welcome. Please review my story. First things first, I love RE, but I have only played RE0 and RE so some details might be a bit off… still, bear with me PLEASE! Secondly, I from a random country called New Zealand- (don't even bother trying to find it in an atlas, it probably won't be there… I swear it's that small) and our laws are a little different I think. At fifteen we can get our learner's drivers license but it takes a couple of years and more exams to get the full. This is relevant, honestly…
Disclaimer: I in no way own any of Resident Evil, the video games or books by SD Perry (incidentally, where do you find those books on the net to order? They aren't here in NZ… sob).
Celia Rees book "The Vanished" gave me a couple of ideas, but it is about ghosts rather than mutations and I like to think the story line is completely different.
Anyway, enough of this crusticus… on with the story… (And please review!)
Chapter One: Glitch
Dressed completely in black, Albert Wesker examined the room he was in. It appeared to be a study of some kind, furnished with large wall unit bookcases, stacked full of literature, and polished wooden desks with ornate chairs of old-fashioned design. It spoke of riches and prosperity, despite being dimly lit by a solitary table lamp in the corner. In fact, the whole has was dark, of 1800s design; furniture, architecture and colouring all dark and mysterious.
But still Wesker wore his customary black sunglasses. Once before, in a meeting like the one about to start now, a colleague had insisted on the removal of the said shades. After complying, Wesker was begged to put them back on. At the memory of the incident, Wesker's eyes flashed strangely red behind the shades… but surely, it must've been a trick of the light…
Presently, a short bald man burst into the room. He wore the neat clothes of a butler and, despite being obviously out of breath, carried himself with an air of dignity and composure.
"Mr. Wesker," the butler said disdainfully, " they are waiting for you down in the conference room. The meeting is about to commence. This way."
Without waiting for a reply, the short man turned and walked hurriedly down the corridor. Wesker followed at a more leisurely pace, taking time to appreciate the lavish carpets and detailed portraits which hung on the walls of the hall. Whoever owned this house was certainly wealthy.
The butler stopped and ushered Wesker through a doorway on the right. Surprisingly, this room didn't follow the 1800 themed décor. Instead, it had white walls and steel tables, which gave the room an office-like quality. But unlike an office, this room too was poorly lit, giving those sitting at the tables a threatening persona, as the faces were obscured in the darkness. A bigger man at the back appeared to be in charge, judging by the way those surrounding him seemed eager to leave.
"Thank you, Williams," said the big man in a very deep voice. The butler nodded, and exited the room, closing the door firmly behind him. Members of the meeting cringed as the door shut, as if they felt they would never be able to leave the meeting now that door was closed.
"Sit," the deep voice continued, oblivious to the shudder which had passed through the meeting. He gestured to a seat. Wesker sat, pondering how the meeting reminded him of a scene from an action/ thriller movie.
"Good work in Raccoon City, Mr. Wesker, but there have been…" the voice hesitated over the word, "complications."
Everybody straightened in his or her chairs, but the others kept silent. "Complications?" Wesker inquired. "What kind of complications?"
"The T virus has spread to the neighbouring town of Brideswell. From there the virus can easily spread through the country. That would be… inconvenient as far as our plans are concerned."
Wesker felt the big man's eyes on him. Trying to appear only mildly interested but still alert, he asked, "What do you propose we do?"
"We?" the big man laughed. "No Mr. Wesker, not 'we'. YOU."
Wesker sighed. No surprises there.
Miles away, in the sleepy town of Brideswell, two teenagers sat on the lawn of Brideswell High School, chatting animatedly.
"That
English exam so totally sucked!" the blonde one exclaimed. "I had no idea what
was going on!"
"I know," her friend agreed. "It was the most boring, confusing and absolute utter waste of two and a half hours!"
"Hey Rosanna! Sena!" a voice called from behind. The two girls turned as a boy ran up.
"Oh, hi Ian," said the girl with the blond hair. "Happy 17th Birthday."
The tall blonde boy smiled. "Thanks Sena. Thought you'd forgotten. Rosanna?" He turned to the girl beside him. "Are you doing anything tonight?"
She considered. "No," she replied, shaking her glossy auburn hair, "I think I'm free."
"Cool. "Cos I have to pick up my friend from out of town and as you're the only one with a full license…" Ian trailed off, grinning hopefully at Rosanna.
"Okay," she said, pretending to pout, " but you're gonna Have to get your drivers before Christmas." Ian nodded fervently. "Sena," she continued, "do you want to come?"
"Sure. I'd just be studying geography otherwise." She winced. "I hate Mr. Beasley."
Ian laughed and Sena glared at him. "Uhh… hey, I have a suggestion," he said quickly to avoid her wrath, "why don't we go down to McDonald's for lunch? There's a group of others who are going there, we could meet up with them and be back in time for that math's exam."
"That's a great idea," Rosanna replied, silencing Sena, who had been about to object, with a glare. "Let's get moving."
The three teenagers began wandering in the general direction of the big 'M' sign, chuckling and arguing, happy in their ignorance of the horror that was about to befall them.
Author Note: I was meaning to add in the STARS members, but I sorta liked that dramatic ending… spooky… but they'll be in the next one, I swear! ;) Please give me feedback, I'm not much of a writer and need motivation!! R&r