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Title: Resident Evil: The Nemesis Omega Strain
Author: Spike
Chapter: 1
The Cathedral, during the Raccoon City siege...
The final gunshots rang out into the dark of the Raccoon City Church, as the last visible creature drew its terminal breath. Alice led the others away, out of the seemingly uninhabited church. Yet something did remain. One last creature dropped from its hidden position from the ceiling.
It sniffed the air, and left, sensing no more new, live DNA. It left the church, and took to the rooftops. The lesser T-Virus victims roamed the streets, hungry and stupid, seeking food to attempt to satisfy an insatiable hunger.
A wind blew from the North, not a harsh one, but enough to snap the creature's head around. There was an intense smell on this wind, meaning obviously that there was more fresh DNA to absorb. The creature took off with all its speed, climbed the wall, unnoticed, and exited Raccoon city...
Six months after the Nuclear Explosion...
Hi, I'm Scott Eclitath. I'm seventeen years old right now and I've always wanted to tell a crazy story that I've experienced firsthand. No one ever thinks it'll be them who's life is turned completely around by a single horrible event. No one ever thinks they're susceptible to the kind of drama I've been exposed to. They think that the bad things, the incredible things, will always happen to someone else. That's how I thought.
I was the average person, I was expecting to grow old with a decent, well paying job with a family and a nice sized house. Nothing more, nothing less. I would have been a content man until the day I died. But sometimes destiny chooses you to be the single one in a sea of zeros.
I was walking home from my job at McDonald's, worrying about the extensive amount of homework I had to complete, and it was ten o'clock. I took the quick way home, like I did frequently when I needed a short cut. Only the experienced can describe how strange it is to be in one state of mind at one point, then in a split second be in a completely different state. I threw my clothes over my shoulder, and then my leg was taken out from under me. I looked to the source and saw something too horrible for nature to ever produce.
I screamed, and I kicked and I wet my pants. As this creature's spiked tongue pulled me ever closer. I grabbed for something, anything to keep myself from being pulled in further. My fingers grazed a wooden plank, and I grabbed it. With all my might I swung it down on the atrocity before me. This, instead of rendering it unconscious, seemed to in fact infuriate it. It bellowed. I crawled away spastically as the creature raised its enormous clawed hand. Its claws cut into my chest, and my ribs barely stopped it from cleaving my heart into mincemeat. I cried out in agony.
Almost instinctively, I began to think to myself. 'So this is how I die, by some strange undocumented monster.' The blood was rushing from the four gashes in my chest, and I was on the verge of passing out. I wasn't even awake enough to be surprised by gunshots. The creature cried out. It leapt to the wall, and using the powerful muscle in its legs, it shot into the air. I looked up, wondering how it could be possible that something was that powerful. Men in gas masks with armor and automatic weapons looked down on me just as I fell out of consciousness.
For the next several weeks, I was only awake at random times for some mere moments, and when I did I was under some sort of anesthetic influence. I could only force myself to make out a few meaningless words that were spoken from the doctors over my hospital bed.
"He's....better....Alice.....no way........him, he's perfect,....needs....time," spoke one doctor before I passed out again. Who was Alice. What was perfect about me, or were they not speaking of me at all?
I could not wonder in my catatonic state. It was as if I was dead, or at least ceased to exist. I had no sense of time, whatsoever, so how much time passed before I woke up was unknown to me. Yet I did wake up. I opened my eyes to see my surroundings, and shut them again to allow my pupils to adjust to the light of the room. There was a hexagonal formation of lights above my head, and I was strapped to the bed, which was standing up. The room was well lit, and the white walls merely reflected the effect.
Two doctors rushed in, looking excited. "Hello, Scott, welcome back to the world of the living," said the first one.
I opened my mouth, and attempted to ask, "Where am I?" Yet for some reason, I still couldn't move my lips. The phrase came out sounding something like "Hare am I?"
The doctors looked at each other, then smiled nervously. "Perhaps we should leave you strapped in while we reveal this to you," said the second one.
"Reveal huat?" I asked.
"Well, what is the last memory you have?" The first doctor asked. I thought about it, ah yes, the men had saved me from that thing.
"I huas rescued y the nen," I said, criticizing myself. I decided to work to make it sound right until my lips worked again.
"Yes, that creature they saved you from slashed your chest, it was carrying a special virus. This was passed to you. It has affected your body like we never expected. We saw an incredible increase in your size, and strength, which would indicate that you can move faster, too. The bad news is,...your body has undergone some dramatic changes.
The medicine wore off, "What do you mean?" I asked, if I worked my tongue just right, I could make my speech understandable. Yet the next thing I noticed was that my voice was incredibly low, and raspy. Then, the effect hit me full weight, as I beheld my body in the mirror that the doctors rolled up. I bellowed, yet instead of a sad sound of a boy who had been changed, there was a demonic roar erupting from my no longer existent lips.
It was as if a vertical slash had been cut from under my eyebrows and split to either side, like pulling a curtain away from a nose less, red, under skin. To top it all off, my teeth had grown long and sharp. This was the face that scared little children under their covers at night. Was that me now?
I examined the rest of myself, I was enormous, muscles rippled over muscles that rippled over muscles. My skin, that which was visible, anyway, was a sick, toxic green that darkened and lightened randomly. I had been fitted with a black shirt that made a cover space for the long tubes protruding from my chest and neck. The shirt was skin tight, and heavy. Also, I had dark brown cargo pants on, and large boots outfitted them. I was the sick kind of creature that went on killing sprees in horror movies.
"How did this happen?" I demanded.
The doctors looked sheepish, they took a few small steps backward as they began to explain. "Well, the government has been experimenting with genetics for years. Through failures they've created several weapons, including viruses, like the T-Virus. This, injected into living tissue, results in the creature that you were attacked by. Should this creature come in contact with anything violently, the virus will be passed on. This is where our research ended until six months ago. We discovered that one must possess a very rare gene to benefit from the T-Virus at all. If this gene isn't present, the virus will take over the body, kill the person, and then reanimate them with only the most basic motor functions, such as breathing, walking, that sort of thing. These results are very zombie like, and actually feed on living tissue. Now, if you do have that gene, then there is another fork in the road already made, and it all has to do with the X chromosome. We suspect that any woman with this gene is basically enhanced by the T-Virus because of some strange combination of nucleotides inside the X chromosome. There abilities will be enhanced, and will continue enhancing over time," one said.
"And the males?" I asked.
"Well, they tend to end up like you, there is a price for your enhancements that cannot be hidden by a second Y chromosome," the other doctor answered.
"I see," I said. I looked to the ground, ashamed for some reason. How did I let this happen to myself, if I had only taken the long way around.
"If you want, we can let you down," the first doctor offered.
"That would be very nice," I said.
They un-strapped the buckles behind the bed, and I hopped off. My large, booted feet hit the ground with a thud. The second doctor had already opened the door. "Please wait in here for a moment."
I walked in, and shut the door. Yet I could still here what they said next.
"Man, those eyes are creepy, why do the eyes always stay the same?" one said.
'Always?" I thought.
Author's Note: Hey, this is supposed to be a sequel to the movie Resident Evil Apocalypse, I hope I can do it justice, Please read and review the story. I wanna know if anyone's interested. Oh, and if you're interested, could you check out some of my other stories? Later.