Resident Evil Arc

Prologue

1.

Raccoon City Centre, November 23rd, 2004 A.D.

Alice stumbled weakly out of the underground hell-hole she'd just spent the last twelve hours in. A lot of people had died before she'd gotten her way out of there. She looked around, quickly assessing the situation. Only 12 hostiles. Shouldn't be a problem, really.

'Huh. More zombies,' she smiled sardonically, and raised her gun. 'Who would've thought it?' With that, she began to open fire.

Camp Crystal Lake, October 27th, 2004 A.D.

A deadly silence reigned over the deserted camp.

'Captain, Voorhees hasn't been sighted yet,' a young man dressed in commando stealth gear reported back. 'We still haven't checked the boat-house and the other buildings yet.'

'Well what're you waitin' for?' the Captain asked dangerously softly. 'Go get him.'

'Yes sir!' the young man saluted, and ran off quickly.

'Stupid young son-of-a-bitch,' the Captain drawled, and spat out his cigarette butt before lighting another. He took a deep drag on it, and sighed. 'That's the shit.'

'Captain! Behind you!' he heard the same young cadet shout out.

Step-drag. Step-drag. The Captain looked up, and saw Jason Voorhees standing menacingly over him. 'Oh, fuck!' he shouted, two seconds before his head was sliced cleanly off in an explosion of blood.

The Raccoon City Initiative HQ, October 29th, 2004 A.D.

'Please state your name for the record,' a tall, blonde woman wearing horn-rimmed glasses and a black and red ensemble that left little to the imagination asked.

The young cadet leant forward to the microphone. 'Riley. Uh, Riley Finn.'

'Thank-you,' she smiled, and wrote something on a piece of paper. 'Now tell me exactly what happened on the 27th.'

'Well, we – my unit, that is – arrived there early. We waited a half an hour 'till the other units arrived, then we spread out through the camp. No-one was able to find anything, so I went back and reported it to the Captain. I…' – he faltered for a second – 'I saw someone standing behind him.'

'And who exactly was that?' the woman in the horn-rims asked.

'Jason. J – Jason Voorhees.'

'Shit!' Riley screamed as his superior's head rolled towards him, glassy eyes staring blankly.

'Cadet, what's up?' a voice barked fuzzily from his radio.

'Code red! I repeat, code red! I have located Voorhees, and I need backup immediately.'

Step, drag. Step, drag. The mammoth man (if that was what he was) continued his slow pursuit of Finn.

'You mean Hostile 59.'

'W – who?' Riley stammered, confused.

'Voorhees. We do not call these creatures by their names; that would bring them up to our standard. From now on, Mr. Finn, the court would appreciate it if you referred to Jason Voorhees as Hostile 59. Please continue.'

'We managed to contain V – I mean, Hostile 59. But it wasn't easy.'

'Open fire! Open fire!' a man screamed, ordering around the large group of commandos that had just arrived on the scene. The commandos did just what they were doing, bringing their Uzis up and firing hundreds of bullets into Voorhees.

'N – nothing's happening,' Riley exclaimed worriedly. The bullets were entering Jason's body, and, judging by the velocity at which they were traveling, were exiting his body too, yet he kept on coming at them. Riley stared at Voorhees, and had the sick sensation that he was smiling underneath the hockey mask. 'Back off!' he suddenly shouted as the hostile continued his advance. With a swing of his giant fist, he knocked two commandos off their feet, and Riley watched with a strange fascination as they sailed almost gracefully into a large tree.

'Fuck!' A less confident commando shouted, and ran off. Voorhees gave him the quickest of glances, and in one fluent movement threw his machete at the man. It impaled him, slicing through his body like a knife through soft butter, and he fell to the ground in a bloody mess.

'59 continued its vicious assault, killing nearly everybody. Those that weren't already dead were injured, mortally or otherwise.'

'Well then, how'd you contain the Hostile? Surely you didn't do it all by yourself?' the woman lowered her horn-rims, and giggled at the idea.

'No. We were saved.'

'By whom, Mr. Finn?'

'Spike.'

Horn-rims rolled her eyes skyward. 'One presumes, Mr. Finn, that you are not talking about the infamous Hostile 17, who escaped our clutches three years ago?'

'No.'

'Then who?'

Step, drag. Step, drag.

'Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit…' Riley cursed under his breath, backing away slowly until he hit a tree. The Hostile reached out, and grabbed him round the neck and raised him into the air. Finn closed his eyes, and waited for the pain, yet all he heard was the deafening bang of a gun. Suddenly, the hand around his neck was loosening, and he was on the ground again, as was Voorhees. Standing over him was a tall, good looking man, with what could only be described as a shock of brown hair.

'What, like he's that hard to kill?' the man asked cockily.

'I told you. Spike. Spike Spiegel.'

'Spike Spiegel. And who is he?' the woman asked skeptically.

'I – I don't exactly know.' The sudden apprehensive murmur of the court was enough to tell Riley that the interrogation wasn't going well.

'Really? So are you sure you didn't just… make him up?'

'What, are you suggesting that I did it myself?' Riley asked, glaring mockingly at horn-rims.

'No,' she smiled endearingly. 'I was simply suggesting that –'

'Well suggest all you want, but I know what I saw!' Finn shouted and stood up, suddenly angry.

'Mr. Finn, please contain yourself!' horn-rims shouted back. Riley glared at her for a second, then slowly sat down. 'Now, why did this… Spike,' – she crinkled her nose up, as if smelling something bad – 'give Hostile 59 to you?'

'I – I don't know,' he sighed.

'High velocity bullets, gets 'em every time,' Spike smiled knowingly, then helped Riley up. 'No need to thank me for savin' your ass, all part of the job.'

'He's not dead, you know,' Riley glanced down worriedly.

'Oh, I know.' Spike looked disdainfully at Jason's hulking unconscious body, and pulled out a large hand-gun.

'No!' Riley gasped in surprise, and pushed the gun away.

'What? You friends with this bitch?' Spike raised an eyebrow in question.

'Friends with… no!' Riley would've laughed had the situation not been so tense. 'I – I work for a group called the Initiative. We're trying to contain him.'

'Yeah,' Spike suddenly seemed uninterested. 'Good luck with that.'

Riley looked incredulously at his savior's quick-retreating back. 'But –'

'Name's Spike, by the way. Spike Spiegel.'

'And so… what? You called for back-up, and shipped 59 out of there?'

'Well, basically, yeah,' Riley frowned slightly, remembering.

'Uh-huh,' the woman scribbled something on her note-pad, then turned her intent gaze back onto Riley. 'And what of Hostile 60?'

'Who?'

'I believe it's name is… Freddy Krueger.'

'Oh,' Finn bit his lip. 'We – We couldn't find him. Krueger got away.'

The Dream World, October 31st, 2004 A.D.

'Fucking Jason Voorhees. Look at me, I'm a big hulking piece of shit!' Freddy Krueger screamed angrily. 'I could've beaten him. Sure, I did beat him,' he said, more to himself then the whimpering blonde girl who was, at present time, curled up in the corner of the boiler room. 'Of course, none of this is real, this place…' he whipped around towards the girl. 'But that don't matter now, does it?'

'P – please?'

'I can't hear you!' Freddy snarled, leaning his face in close. 'P – p – please?' he mocked, grinning manically. 'Y'know, it would've been a nice, clean, victory… if you hadn't gotten yourself involved! So how does it feel, Lori? Betcha wish you'd stayed the fuck outta my business, now, dontcha?'

'Somebody HELP ME!' Lori screamed, her voice hoarse already.

'Nobody can hear you, Lori. Nobody but me… and I tire of your whining,' his grin vanished. 'But do ya know what the clincher is? That if that Spiegel guy had arrived, oh, say 5 minutes earlier… you'd still be alive.'

'B – but… I'm not dead…' Lori whispered.

'No… not yet,' he grinned amicably. 'But I gotta present for you,' he whispered as he leaned in even closer. 'Happy Halloween, Lori.' And with that, he stabbed the girl through the heart, ending her life practically instantly.