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Full Summary: Micheal, a cold, aloof sixteen-year-old becomes plagued with dreams of the dead walking. At first he chocks it up to his twisted, horrific imagination, but things that happen in his hometown of Raccoon City force him to realize that his imagination isn't the ONLY thing twisted and horrific. Based on Resident Evil: Apocalypse.
Disclaimer: I don't own Resident Evil. Capcom does. I wish I did, but I'm not a rich person.
"..." means speech.
'...' means thoughts.
---Chapter 2---
"Keep them back!" Micheal heard a scream. He surveyed the area. He knew this place. He used to come here when he didn't want to stay home. The Regency hotel, now engulfed in raging flames. He panicked and searched for something that would help stop the fire. He turned around to see the Raccoon City Fire Department trying desperately to save the burning hotel. Then he heard another scream of fear, and he spun in his place to face the direction of the scream. One of the fire fighters was being bitten by a person. First he was frozen with fear, but quickly snapped out of it to run to the assaulted firefighter. He reached out to pry the crazed attacker away from the man, but saw that his hand went right through both of them. This was another one of his dreams. He was powerless to stop this. The firefighter's screams died out as the cannibalistic person ripped out his throat. Up close it didn't even look human. It's eyes were glazed over, it's hair scraggly and stained with blood, and it's mouth hung open pitifully. It got up again, heading to the unknowing firefighters struggling to keep the flames under control.
---????---
Fingers typed in commands into a computer, a monitor displaying vitals for an unknown body. A man watched as the vitals began to fluctuate. Beside him was a woman with long black hair in a ponytail, watching a monitor showing some sort of meter rising and falling rapidly. "He's shifting..." She warned.
The man nodded. He typed on the keyboard, the words "temporary engagement of Malice project" appearing on the screen.
"Executing..." He said to himself, hitting the enter button.
---Drake Residence---
Malice's eyes opened, his eyes an ominous pattern of red and white triangles. He sat up, taking in his surroundings. He was lying on a futon, in silk pyjamas, and across the room was a young blonde girl. Suddenly he remembered why.
"Another chance at life my ass..." He scoffed quietly.
'I'm a high level humanoid B.O.W., why couldn't I just get my own body again...?' He half wondered. He quietly got out of bed, feeling the sensation of the soft carpet under his feet. Malice smiled, he could feel again. He padded out of the room, his training allowing him to move swiftly and silently. Suddenly he wondered why he was being let out. 'They never let me out...' He thought.
"Mmm...Micheal...your spaghetti...good..." He heard the blonde girl mumble. He stood at the doorway, looking down at the sleeping girl and smiled. She was cute. Cute button nose, freckles dotting the top of her cheekbones, long blonde hair splayed out on the pillow. She had a nice body too, amply sized breasts, nice curves. The boy pulled a hot one.
'You've got good tastes kid.' He spoke to the dormant part of the shared brain. He left the room, quietly closing the bedroom door tight. He searched the house for the bathroom, finally finding it after accidentally walking into a closet. He flipped the light on, the flourescent light blinding him for a moment. When his eyes adjusted, he got a good look at his face. At least he looked manly. His hair stood slightly, forming things resembling quills, pointing in one general direction. He unbuttoned the silk pyjama top and looked at his chest and stomach.
This kid was naturally strong, evident by the six pack and the defined arms. His nails were sharp, which was expected, since he WAS a monster, somewhat. He sacrificed his humanity for someone long ago, and it cost him his body and brain, so they preserved a sample, injected it with the newest viral creation, the experimental G-virus, and implanted it into the brain of some snot nosed kid. So here he was, stuck in the body of a sixteen year old. Due to this, Micheal suffered from multiple personality disorder, where at random points another entity would take control of his body. Due to the effects of the G-virus, not only did he take control of Micheal's body, the body's appearance changed slightly to suit Malice's needs. Technically, Malice was a stealth agent.
"I thought that was you walking out of the room..." Malice spun around quickly to come face to face with the blonde from Micheal's bedroom. She had a smile on her face, although she was still obviously tired. He wracked his mind to find her name, but came up with nothing. Sara reached up, touching Malice's spiked hair. "I like it, it's very cool. Like Ewan McGregor..." She said quietly.
"You should go back to bed, you're tired..." He whispered. Sara shook her head, walking closer to Malice. She looked into his eyes, shocked slightly.
"Are your eyes okay? They're really red." She asked. Malice looked into the mirror and saw that the pattern of red and white triangles was not something you'd see in a normal human being's eyes. He quickly ducked his head into the sink while turning on the faucet, pretending to wash his eyes out.
"No, I'm okay, I think I just got something in them or something." He lied, willing his eyes to return to his host body's usual colour. Once he knew that they were back to their normal colour, he lifted his head from the sink and turned back to Sara. "Better...?" He asked. Sara looked up at him, inspecting his cleaned out eyes. She smiled, and leaned in.
---???---
"His vitals have evened out now..." The black haired woman informed the man. The man nodded, typing in the commands to end the temporary activation.
---Back at the Drake household---
Micheal came to, not only to find that Sara was leaning extremely close, but that they were in the bathroom as well. Slowly his face became a study of the different shades of red as Sara came closer and closer to his cheek. When her lips connected to his left cheek, he went numb from embarrassment. Nobody had EVER kissed him before, and here this cute British girl was, giving him one on the cheek. He was at a loss over what to do about this. After about two seconds, Sara pulled away with a smile.
"I ALSO like being your friend...Micheal Drake." She whispered as she left, leaving Micheal totally dumbstruck. He stood there frozen for a almost three minutes before it occurred to him that he had ANOTHER one of those weird dreams. He rushed into his bedroom, Sara there sitting on the bed watching television. She looked up and smiled. "Hey. What's up?" She asked.
"I...I gotta go check something out okay?" He told her, digging through his dresser for some clothes.
Sara looked worried. "What?" She asked.
"The Regency, I have a really bad feeling something's going to happen..." He said quickly, pulling a thick blue shirt on.
"Micheal, are you okay? Why are you so stressed out?" She asked, genuinely worried. Unfortunately, Micheal mistook her tone for whining.
"LOOK! This may sound crazy but I just had a dream about The Regency Hotel burning down! I HAVE to go see if it was true or not." He yelled, pulling on a black denim jacket. Sara seemed hurt, but pulled on some regular clothes and a jacket.
"It's not safe to be alone out there. I'm going with you. You can drive right? Let's go." She said vehemently. She also had a bad feeling about it since Micheal mentioned it, like something was going to happen. She was NOT going to let him go alone. Once they had their supplies, Micheal and Sarah raced down the stairs, grabbing the keys and heading for the garage, where his SUV was waiting. He hardly used it, since he hated driving, especially in Raccoon. There seemed to be a lot of accidents happening lately. He pressed the garage door remote, the door rising slowly while both he and Sara got into the large car. He pushed the key into the ignition and turned, the engine roaring to life.
He shifted into drive, and pressed the gas pedal. He blasted out of the garage, pressing the garage door remote again and they were off, heading into the city. In obvious distress, Micheal wanted desperately to know whether or not these dreams were just his imagination or premonitions of something bad happening. He pressed on the gas pedal harder, the speed gauge showing that he was going at about sixty miles per hour and he ran red lights to get to the hotel faster. Suddenly there were sirens and a rotating light behind him. "Shit..." He cursed, pulling over. He cut the engine as the burly police officer emerged from his car, heading over. The large man tapped on the window, motioning for him to roll down his window.
"Son, did you realize that you were going sixty miles per hour?" He asked, his voice tired and irritated. Micheal nodded.
"Hey, is it true that the Regency Hotel is on fire?" Micheal asked. The police officer looked shocked.
"I don't know, I've been patrolling this street all night." He replied. Micheal searched the man's uniform, the nametag on the left side of the dark clothing bearing the name "Officer Kevin Ryman."
"This may sound crazy, but I've been having dreams that something REALLY bad is gonna happen to Raccoon City, I had one tonight about cannibals, the Regency Hotel being on fire, and..." Micheal wracked his brain to remember something else about his dreams. Suddenly he remembered. "...red and white triangles! Red and white triangles in an octagonal pattern!" He said frantically. Officer Ryman looked fearful for a moment, but his face turned serious.
"Son, I'm gonna have to ask you to step out of the car..." He said. Micheal sighed, opening the car door and stepping out, hands above his head.
---???---
"Subject is being detained by the authorities." The woman warned.
"Temporary activation of Malice project." The scientist spoke as he typed the words into the computer.
---Meanwhile---
Malice woke from his forced sleep, finding himself standing in front of a police officer and about to be arrested. In a flash, he knocked the handcuffs away from officer Ryman's hands and knocked him out with a series of well placed punches to various spots. Ryman dropped while Malice watched with pride. He spotted the officer's standard issue nine millimetre Beretta, and another pistol hidden behind other packets of standard issue police equipment. He unclipped the holster for the nine millimetre and grabbed his night stick.
'If what the kid says is true, I might have some low level B.O.W.s to fend off. I should leave him his other gun, he'll need it.' He thought to himself as he hooked the gun and holster to his belt. He picked up the officer's handcuffs, rolling the large man over and cuffing his hands behind his back. Then he picked the cop up off the ground and opened one of the back doors. He stuffed the man in the back, and got back into the car. He started the engine and drove off.
"We should drop him off somewhere..." He mumbled, catching a glimpse of a neon sign. It said J's Bar.
"Drop him off inside that bar." Sara said, pointing to the door. Malice nodded, swerving to the other side of the deserted street. He left the engine running and got out, opening the back door. He picked up the heavy man, supporting him on his back and dragged him into the completely empty bar with Sara behind him. At first he was a little disturbed, where the hell was the bartender? He turned to Sara.
"Stay close behind me okay? There's something really wrong with this picture..." He said quietly. He could hear wet slurping coming from behind the counter, and it showed that this place may not be very safe. He drew his newly acquired handgun, and held it firmly in his hands. The wet crunching sounds got louder until he caught sight of a large bald man kneeling over a body. The body was covered in blood, and the man kept making wet crunching noises, like he was eating something. It was a zombie. "You. You okay? You seem a little...scared. Are you alright?" He called out. The bald man looked back, his mouth covered in blood, with a woman's bloody skull in his hands. His eyes were cataracted, a white mistiness covering the colour in his eyes.
"O-oh...m-my..." She quivered. The zombie dropped the head, and advanced on the two. Malice raised his gun to align with the monster's head, and pulled the trigger, the shot's sound deafening to their ears. The bald man dropped, dead. Sara shook in her place, her hands covering her ears. Malice looked back at her, noticing her terror-stricken face.
"Sara..." He said, putting a hand on her shoulder. She kept shaking her head, not responding. "SARA!" He yelled, shaking her. She snapped out of it, looking up at him with tears in her eyes. "It's okay. It's dead. I'm pretty sure that you know what that thing was, right?" He asked. Sara nodded.
"A...a zombie." She replied. Malice nodded. He held out the handgun to her.
"Come on, I need you to help me clear this place out. Always have this ready to fire, okay?" He demonstrated how to fire a gun. "Always try to hit it in the head. It'll die quick that way." He told her. She nodded, her hands shaking. Malice took her hands and stopped them from shaking. "Don't worry Sara, I promise that I'll protect you. That's what friends are for, right?" He said. Sara looked up at Malice, smiled and nodded. "Good. Here..." He placed the gun in her palm, curling her fingers around the piece of metal. Sara gripped the firearm, following Malice to where he left Officer Ryman. He knelt beside the large man, grabbing the forty-five caliber automatic pistol hidden behind the other police equipment and switching the safety off. He had the gun ready, walking quietly through the bar and away from the windows.
"So you know how to kill them?" Sara asked. Malice nodded. "How?" Malice froze. How was he going to explain this? Finally he got the answer.
"Movies. You know like that movie that came out like a month ago about that evil corporation that made a virus that turns you into a zombie, and there's only like a few people left, and they escape with a tape of the zombies and monsters, but the corporation covered it up, calling it a hoax?" He explained. Sara smiled, nodding.
"Yeah, I liked that one! It was so cool when that big "ENEMY" project monster showed up and killed all those cops. Bloody brilliant!" She agreed. They walked past a window as they were talking, so they didn't expect it when a loud crash was heard and an arm reached out to grab at them. Sara screamed, ducking while Malice pressed up against the wall and fired at the arm attempting to grab him and pull him out to his death. The three round burst of the gun shook him, while the bullets cut through the arm, severing it. The limb dropped, bleeding curdled blood. Sara screamed once more at the sight of the severed limb, moving away from it. The dead person outside the window groaned and kept reaching out, even with the stub where it's arm had been. Malice swallowed hard, pointing the gun at the monster's head and fired. The zombie flew back from the force, making a loud thumping noise as it hit the ground.
"HOLY crap this gun is strong! I can't aim properly with it." Malice exclaimed. He walked over to Sara, who although witnessing an arm come off, looked surprisingly normal. "I need a normal handgun. This might fly out of my hands when I fire. That isn't good." He told her. Sara nodded, smiling shakily. "Why are you smiling?" Malice asked.
"I heard that smiling supresses the gag reflex..." Sara said, smiling all the while. Malice was caught off guard, thinking that Sara was hiding an underlying sadistic side, but she was just trying not to barf. He laughed, holding his stomach. "What?"
"That's! T-That's hilarious! I-I was thinking you were smiling because you enjoyed seeing severed limbs or something!" Malice laughed. Once the laughter died down, he became all business. They continued to walk through the bar, checking any of the rooms for anything hostile or anything that could help. In the storage room, they had found another Beretta. Once they were sure nothing was going to come in, they returned to the police officer. He returned the forty five to it's spot on the policeman's belt, as well as released him from the handcuffs. "Sorry. Had to use this for a while. Hope you don't mind." He spoke to the man. He gripped the Beretta he had found, a fresh sixteen rounds in the magazine.
---???---
"His vitals have reached an extreme. The threat has diminished but he's been activated for too long."
'Threat diminished...' The man thought to himself. He nodded, typing in commands to deactivate the project for now.
---Driving towards the Regency---
Micheal came to, finding himself driving his car which was odd since he thought he was supposed to be arrested. He glanced at Sara, who was looking a little scared. "Sara...are you okay? You seem a little scared. What happened to the cop guy...?" He asked. Sara looked at him like he was lying.
"What are you talking about? You knocked him out and we left him back in J's Bar after we searched the place for any zombies." She replied.
'Did she just SAY what I think she said?' He thought to himself. "Wha?" He asked in confusion. "Zombies!? You're joking right?" He asked, chuckling.
"Micheal? Have you contracted a rare form of instant amnesia? You killed two of them..." Sara glanced out the window, spotting an overturned black SUV in the middle of the street, and nearby was a large eighteen wheeler that was abandoned. "Micheal, look!" She exclaimed, pointing to the car wreck. Micheal spotted it, and hit the brakes.
"Holy shit...man that SUV is totally messed! Do you think anyone is still alive?" He asked. Sara shrugged, but picked up her gun and got out of the car. "SARA! What the hell do you think you're doing?" He hissed. Groaning and fearing that what Sara said was true, he picked up the other handgun and got out of the car. He pointed the gun cautiously in the direction of the alleyways in case someone or something came out. He caught up with Sara, the girl pointing her gun cautiously. They came to the side of the overturned SUV, inspecting the damage. Sara looked into one of the broken windows and saw a small girl, hanging upside down and in the front seats were two dead bodies bound by seatbelts. She knew the girl was alive because her fingers slowly twitched once or twice, and she could hear her breathing.
"Micheal, there's someone here! She's still alive too!" She handed him the other Beretta and tried to open the door, but it wouldn't budge. "Hey! Can you hear me?" Sara whispered to the girl. She got on her knees, crawling into the car through the window. "Micheal, cover me. I'm going to get her out." She said. Micheal nodded, pointing the two guns in the direction of alleyways nearby. He then heard a groaning coming from behind the SUV, and he spun around quickly, guns ready to fire. There, in all her zombified glory, was Ashley Lane, the bully from earlier that day. Aside from the gaping wound on her arm, she still looked the same...just dead. He pointed at her brain, something every horror movie buff should know, and pulled the trigger. The gun fired, pushing him back slightly, and Ashley's head shot backwards harshly, a tiny hole between her eyes.
Meanwhile, Sara slid her way to underneath the little girl buckled into her seat. Of course she feared that the girl would be a zombie and kill her, but she felt it was her duty as a Hewitt that she at least try to save the girl if she was still alive. She was gonna try being a cop, but now the future seemed bleak. They may not even make it past the next few hours, let alone to her adult years. Once she made it to the small girl, she found her breathing, alive, and coherent.
"Are you okay?" Sara asked, slightly slapping the dizzy girl's face. The girl opened her eyes fully, groaning in pain. She spotted the older blonde girl underneath her and mentally thanked God. Sara lifted her arms to check for any kind of lacerations on her body, but found none. At least she wasn't bitten or anything. "Good, now, brace yourself, I'm going to unbuckle you, and I want you to crawl out of the car through the window." She spoke, making sure that the girl understood her. The girl nodded slowly, bracing herself with her amrs and legs as Sara unbuckled the seatbelt. When she was free, the girl crawled out of the car quickly, while Sara began to turn back onto her stomach. She froze when she heard a kind of low snarl, and the two bodies in the front twitched slightly.
'Shit.' She struggled to crawl out of the car as quickly as possible, when she heard a snarl and something grabbed onto her leg. She screamed, swinging her foot every which way to break free. She then felt a set of teeth nearly bite her calf. She screamed louder, alerting Micheal. He spun around, ducking to see what was wrong. He spotted the two zombies struggling to get out of their seats while one had their teeth in Sara's thick jeans. Enraged and panicked, he pointed the guns at their heads and fired, hoping that the bullets would hit their targets. He would not lose her. Both of the zombies were hit, dropping and letting go of Sara's leg. He turned quickly to dispose of any more of the undead that was coming after them, then turned back and pulled Sara out of the car. Sara heaved quickly, her eyes as wide as saucers. She nearly died.
"Sara, are you okay? Did they bite you anywhere?" Micheal asked in a panic. He inspected her leg, only finding that her jean's were torn a little bit. He sighed in relief, taking her hand and helping her up. He dusted the glass and dust off of her clothes, inspecting her body for any scratches. She was unharmed. He then turned to the small girl watching them with a sort of scared indifference. Her hair was soaked with blood, possibly from the two men in the car. Suddenly, past the overturned SUV, in the distance he spotted about a dozen of the walking dead coming for them. He grabbed their hands and ran for the SUV, both of them running with him. He got into his large black car, and slammed on the master unlocking button, allowing the two females with him to open the doors and scramble in. They slammed the doors, the engine still running. The shifted into drive and plowed his foot into the gas pedal, the tires screeching as his black Blazer drove forward into the direction of the undead.
"Micheal! What if some of them are alive!?" Sara asked while holding onto the dashboard. Micheal pressed harder on the gas as they neared the group of shambling people.
"If they were alive they'd get out of the way! It's every man for himself right now!" He yelled, pressing the gas as far as it would go. The SUV slammed into about nine out of the twelve zombies, all of them falling under the car, some bodyparts actually coming off during impact. He slowed down, but didn't stop afterwards, heading in the direction of The Regency, as planned. They were forced to stop when a large barricade blocked their way. This was their only way of escape from the zombies, and he did NOT want to test how strong the barricade was. He shifted into reverse and turned around. He glanced at the gas meter, finding that he was close to empty. They'd only make it about a mile before the engine dies out. He kept on driving until they spotted Raccoon Junior High.
"Maybe we can hide in the school, there might be some police officers there." Sara said, pointing to the armored police truck parked at the front. Micheal nodded, stopping in front of the school. He cut the engine, putting his keys in his pocket as they got out of the car. He gripped his gun tightly, walking cautiously. He looked up at the school, and in the darkness, it looked ominous with it's dark windows, some of them broken, while fires blazing outside casted shadows on it's limestone walls. He had a feeling that school will be hell tonight...
---End Chapter 3!---
As promised, I'm finished this chapter. It's going far better than I thought it would. I'm really thankful for all the nice reviews I'm getting. As long as someone likes this story and reviews, it makes me feel like my writing has come a long way. Thanks for making me feel special. (throws confetti into the air) Please review as a birthday present, it'll be on the 26th of September. I promise to have the next chapter done by then.