Resident Evil: Project Damien

Chapter 1: After The Before

Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own any of the Resident Evil Story Characters Weapons Mutant Creatures and Even If I Did Why Would I Be Here? I Would Be In My Mansion sipping tea and laughing at anything that didn't have £250,000 n the bank XP P.S Enjoy!

The tyrant swiped viciously at stunned Terri whilst Dr Lindermann screamed in terror from one of the bulging tyrant's hand.

James viewed on in dismay as Terri was catapulted into an old, rusting filing cabinet the grated, rickety draw blew apart and hundreds of worthless papers fluttered round the enormous room.

Disgruntled, the tyrant flung Dr Lindermann down onto the cold, white marble floor she writhed in pain and leaped back against the white-washed wall. An exceedingly old painting became loose and crashed onto the freezing ground... Large splinters of glass darted out in every direction. One sharp piece of fragmented glass embedded in the ugly tyrants bulging shoulder but the brute didn't notice, well not much…

Shrieking and twisting in outrageous pain, the tyrant shuddered around and pounded the floor like a mini-earthquake. He stared at James's flinching body and plunged his convulsing hand down and onto James's thin neck.

"Let him go you, you evil thing!" screamed Terri. The tyrant just blinked over his pale-white eyes. James kept struggling, but after several minutes, his eyes started glazing over and he fell limp…

One Week Earlier…

James Stiller wasn't really a socialite and now he had a new city to fit in to. This was going to be a challenge.

He was in his fourth class of his third day with Mrs. Beech, a complete ignoramus with wispy white hair and evil brown eyes. Across from his old, creaky desk was a pretty girl with straight black hair and green, bright eyes she glanced back and mouthed 'Hello' but the evil Mrs. Beech was on her like an evil Doberman "Will you please stop glaring at your fellow classmates, Miss?"

"Terri, Terri Johnson" she replied proudly, Mrs. Beech didn't seem to listen she was back to her lecture about the 'economic state of Lithuania' James just yawned.

Several upper-class classmates, who seemed spoon-fed for their whole lives, stared in distain and disgust.

The class continued uneventfully except for Joseph Briggs falling off his sturdy metal chair.

The Canteen was bustling as James perched himself on 'his' table. Terri smiled across the table "Hi" she caressed "Hi-Lo" he replied "It was a close one when Mrs. Beech was on you wasn't it?" "Yeah It Was, I thought I was in detention for sure!" she rolled. Then they started to eat the usual slop, processed sausages and instant S.M.A.S.H they gulped it down rather quickly. The bell rang out down the long corridor "Well at least its geography" he intoned "What its rubbish" Terri answered truly stumped at his phrase the argument carried all the way down to the depressing gray door that was Geography.

Geography passed unenthusiastically that day about 'How we can stop pollution in the Atlantic Ocean' and then James briskly disappeared from the harsh corridors of school to go home to his dad. His Dad greeted him with a loving hug. His dad, Joe, had sloppy brown hair and outrageous blue eyes that could pose a problem to any star. The moment of father-son bonding was broken sharply as Joe imposed "I'm going down the pub now, your sixteen be careful!" "Ok" James sighed but made nothing of it. Joe normally strolled down the pub after what happened to James's mum, Janice a brilliant woman with dashing auburn hair, blue eyes like ocean's and a dentists best friend smile. Janice had given birth to James prematurely and after a horrific birth passed away in loving Joe's arms. James snapped out his reveries thinking that's the past don't dwell on it and slowly drifted into the slumber of which is sleep.

Terri slumped her way into her house carefully closing the door behind her to avoid it from slamming. Hanging up her navy jacket onto the almost rusty coat hanger whilst placing her school bag on the black and white tiled floor, she spotted a not so well scrunched up ball of paper just beside the waste bin. Curiously, she reached down to pick it up. When she opened out the paper, she found a typed out letter and without caring whether it was private or not, she read:

From: Dr Walter Crouger (Mutation And Research Department)
To: Professor Richard Vin (Head Of BioInfection)

Dear Sir,

I'm sorry to be informing you with this letter and hope that I have not caused any problems or inconveniences but this is seriously urgent. I am writing this in horrification when our experiment went horribly wrong.

Our plan was to test on some sort of insect but many of the insects that were located were far too small. As you know already, we then decided with bees and that experiment, I thought was an excellent one. We had all the equipment we needed to proceed it and managed to get hold of three bee hives, just enough to experiment on. As soon as we received the hives we got straight to work.

Our first test was successful and there was no sign of any unusual happenings going on with one of the unfortunate bees. As we carried on with the experiment I was noticing that many of the bees in the hives, that had already been tested on, were acting differently. I ignored it at first because this was probably likely to be one of the symptoms that happened to them.

As our experiment progressed, the bees twitched more, made louder noises and I was started to get worried, as of my other assistants.

My assistants and I were right to worry as about thirty seconds later all three bee hives had gone berserk. We could not take another second more of the terrifying sight of bees buzzing all around the lab and above our heads so in addition we ran for cover. Unfortunately, as one of the several mutating bees escaped, they chased my fellow assistant Julia Natby into the corridor, sadly killing her. As I would great fully like to stop talking about the monstrous accident, I want you to get fully aware about this so I will carry on. Also, very unfortunately, the bee's attack severely injured Anna Potter before being killed by a security guard(Nathan Drall).

I was lucky to get out of there alive to type this warning and I beg you to stop the preposterous experiment. If this carries on, it could lead to many gruesome deaths including a very possible one of my own and I do not want to live my life watching people I have worked with my whole life in the few weeks lose their lives.

I have been quite worried as well about the corpse of Julia. It seems to show mutation of a human bee. I do not think this is very normal of this to happen so I plead you to stop the testing. As of the mutation it could lead to serious danger and I do not want this to expand any further.

Please take care into thinking about this urgent message.

Yours sincerely,

Dr Walter Crouger (Mutation and Research Department)


As Terri read the last of the sentences, she had had a very astonished look on her face. In complete shock she thought fast for what to do. She had to tell her mum what Richey was up to. She walked faster and faster towards the home computer ready to spill that rotten scum bag's secrets.

Terri conscience coursing through her veins ready to save her mum.Luckily when she logged on his password was in there and the windows entry noise confirmed she was in. Terri glanced down the list of e-mails and clicked on one saying UrgentUmbrella

From: Richard Vin Dr Walter Crouger Walter,

I can understand your concern and I have deepest sympathy for Julia's family and friends but this experiment is of greatest importance of which I cannot divulge in this unclassified e-mail.

Sadly, I must inform you that bees were a very bad choice for this experiment seeing as they already contain poison and using the 'material' we have on them would have increased the likelihood of the dosage of poison to go to lethal force.

We must as of now close the laboratory and the wing due to this stupid mistake these bees are now killing machines we will be sending a crash team from the leaf green facility in northern Canada I hope you cannot mess this up as well.

Now this case of a human bee could be seriously helpful to our 'project' which you know well about. We want the room in which she is held to be sealed off and we would like Anne to be sent to our 'special' ward at Oaktown general. Can you please recycle this message as soon as you receive this no one else has clearance to know this if your do you know what will happen so please dispose it.

As we aforementioned in this letter the Oaktown PD are treating this as 'suspicious' so we must implicated security guard(Nathan Drall). I know he saved your lives but this is of most importance so you must 'plant' something on him to incriminate him. As was mentioned do not mention this.

Your Sincerely

Richard Vin

Furious with her find, Terri crawled upstairs and to sleep.

Terri awoke to view her mum, Tracy blonde and proud of it, looking worried and sad "I'm sorry but me and Richey have to go to work" she informed "What, my step-dad now got you engaged to him and working with you has he? At that scum umbrella? He's evil in person!" Terri replied "Don't say that about my Richard! All he is nice to you and your friends!" Tracy retorted

"NO I won't mum I know he hits you! Or did you walk into seven-hundred doors?" that's when Tracy's hand collided with Terri's face "Never, I repeat NEVER say that about Richey!" she screamed as tears flashed down Terri's scared face "I'm sorry" Tracy rolled sheepishly like a bad dog. "No you're not I KNOW your not!" Terri screamed at the top off her teenage voice as she darted towards the door that evil, evil step-dad I'm getting away I'll go to James and the Highlanders her confessant thoughts were shocked out of motion as the heavy oak door swung in a graceful force. It connected with Terri's face mid-swing knocking her flying as red thick blood poured from her disfigured nose. Tracy screamed with shock as Richey entered like a bold giant, he had dark thick hair and even darker eyes his face did not show one flicker of concern as he stared with dark eyes.

James was awoken by the deafening roar that was his dads snoring after a particularly heavy lager-binge. He grabbed his torn and worn jeans from a lop-sided hanger and pulled on his billabong top and strode into Downtown Oaktown. Oaktown was a split town not the homely everyone knows everyone that people expect there was the posh old stately side and the 'new' town which was a ramshackle mix of shops houses and high-rise apartments. The town split curiously right over the stone-cladded school. He locked his old corroding door and stared at the glowing clock underneath Harry Goodman's TV store we sell the best and nothing but it! The clock glinted the time 8:32am in menacing scarlet letters and in smaller insignificant blue letters Sat.

Many people overflowed Oaktown's streets loaded up with shopping like pack-horses in a gravy train either looking pleased with their purchases or bored stiff with back ache. James slid through the incomprehensible tangle of shoppers, workers and old ladies paying their taxes as he went on his quest for the park.

A couple of depressed Goths were lounging on a battered stone bench engraved with Cynthia Don 1920-1971 Medical Genius of Oaktown and staring at the babbling Lake Spital. Oaktown's significant monument. Lake Spital was named after the founder of Oaktown, Alfred Spital, he found a silver mine to the west of the lake and built this town to supply workers and grew up around the thriving lake village. The corroded statue stood towering and dominating above the cool blue water.

The Highlanders as they were called were glancing at him as he sprinted towards them there was Arnold, a dark haired American boy with green eyes and tattered cloths, Mercedes, a light brown haired Spanish girl with great hazel eyes and a fantastic smile, and Ned, once a convicted nerd but was converted to skating via Airwalk, but where was Terri?

"Where is Terri?" he enquired anxiously "I don't know lovebird I'm sure she will be here" Leanne announced sarcastically.

James glanced down at his bare arm as if expecting a watch to be there. It was actually a strange action to do as the last time he wore a watch was…two years ago. He strained to think and a few seconds later he remembered why. His thought wasn't particularly anything

That could haunt him but he knew that he didn't want it happening again, how small the

Incident was. His brand new watch bought by his dad just as a kind of thank you for being my son present, had got caught on a passing stranger's coat. In the process of being totally humiliated he didn't realize that the watch was slowly succeeding to slip of his wrist and in a minute it had created a big gash on the top of his hand.

Coming out of his trail of thoughts by a "Hello? Zombie over there are you with us?" he turned his head to look at Arnold's curious face.