Author's note: Thanks to everyone that reviewed! But before I go on I must say that I know just more than 2 people have read this story, but please, please review this. Not only does it give me inspiration, it makes me want to write more for this and give it my all (which takes a lot) and I want to know what you think of this story.Now this is the last chapter I will be updating until I get back from my little vacation so I'll appologize now for the lack of an update, though you can expet one around the 8th or 9th of August so check back then and there should be one, if not you can slap me upside of the head for all I care. Anyways here's chapter two of Crimson Ribbons!

Crimson Ribbons

Chapter 2

Human flesh is a good midnight snack

"Code White, Code White," a computerized voice blared through the various speaker boxes that were set in each hallway. "Would the lead doctor please go to the testing room, we have a violent patient."

A woman in her late thirties walked in a fast manner down the crowded hallways, her white lab coat flapping behind her like a cape. Her blonde, curly hair bobbed up and down in sync with her steps. A red pen rested in her breast pocket and it flew out when she began to run at the announcement of a Code White.

She got knocked from side to side as she tried to push several people out of the way that were just standing around. In a normal place the people wouldn't be so calm, but this was a place where Umbrella had made it's home and the many Code Whites that were issued were very common and so nobody began to fret over them and just continued to talk and do whatever like nothing had happened at all.

The doctor tripped and fell face first into the cement ground when she brushed by some one and hit their shoulder, causing her to fall. She quickly put her messed up hair back into place and raced towards the testing room. The bold letters on the double doors that were just a few feet away indicated where she was, but she could never get lost and knew her way around here better than anyone because she had worked here even before Umbrella 5000 was created.

Withdrawing her favored Desert Eagle that all employees recieved once they worked for Umbrella after a certain amount of time, she pushed past the double doors and stepped into the room that was crowded with even more people. There were several scientists screaming, some pointing and more than half taking notes.

On the chalky white floor was a man with a large pool of blood surrounding him. The doctor glanced to what some of the others were pointing to and found another man. This one had the whites of his eyes showing, blood stained teeth, ripped clothes and two bite marks on his left arm. Quiet moaning noises came from the man with the bloody teeth before he got up and staggered towards the other man, who the doctor recognized as a scientist that she had worked with a long time ago.

The repulsive zombie was on the man in a matter of seconds, ripping the flesh off his arm as it dug it's teeth deep inside the limb. Some one began to shout and the zombie slowly turned its head to the source of the noise and went for a new victim.

Three shots burst out of the Desert Eagle. One hitting the zombie in the stomach, one in the eye, and the last one directly into it's forehead, exploding it on impact. The doctor didn't put her weapon down, not just yet. She walked over to the injured man and aimed the gun at his head before pulling the trigger.

She was out in the hallway after having to tell the people to watch what they were doing and wasn't in the best of moods. Her temper flared when a hand grabbed her upper arm. She whirled around to face some one that she hadn't seen in the longest time.

"A little bit messy don't you think?" The man said, his appearance masked by the dim hallway, but the doctor knew who he was.

"Those idiots need to learn to be more careful. I'm tired of answering every damn Code White we have."

The hidden man was about to say something when another voice interrupted him.

"Um sir? I have something that you might want to see." Another man came rushing down the hall. When he stood in front of the hidden man he was a good five inches smaller than his elder and it made him quite nervous.

"Where is this?"

"The camera room, sir."

"Begone, I'll get there in a second."

The doctor and the hidden man watched as the smaller person walked away, his footsteps uneven and rubber like.

"Now doctor, would you be so kind to acompany me?"

"Gladly, Wesker."

They talked as they rounded several corners. This part of the facility was painted a dark greenish brown and the floor was cracked and almost wet from having no contact with sunlight for ages. There were many spiderwebs in the hallways and every once in a while a patch of grass would poke out from the cracks in the cement and get stepped on by the Umbrella employees, only to grow back and again.

The doctor looked to the left and glanced through a window that gave you a view of the room. Multiple 'patients' were strapped to metal operating tables where doctors and scientists poked and proded them with many different needles as they wrote down the symtoms of the fluid that they had just injected into the 'patient's' body. They were all a pale color, some of them even blue or green.

Still trying to make the Infinity virus, the doctor thought as they passed that room and came into a more open area. Chairs lined the walls, all of them carrying the Umbrella symbol on the seat. A dying fern sat in a broken clay pot sat in a corner behind two sets of couches. In the center of the room a huge Umbrella had been painted there but over time it became cracked and peeled. This room, like all the others, was a dark color. This time it was painted a dark blue with the odd spot of white every now where the paint had chipped or the walls had cracked.

Walking beside her boss, the doctor entered a door that was on the far side of the room that had horizontal yellow stripes painted on it with a big 'Authorized Staff Only' sign plastered in the center of the door.

Around fifty cameras littered a large portion of the walls in this room. A desk chair was positioned in front of them all where a man with a backwards baseball cap on his head sat. Wesker introduced themselves and the man quickly pointed to the thing that Wesker was supposed to look at.

The doctor looked at the black and white fuzzy screen and waited. The camera was positioned outside of the facility and had a good view of all the trees that surrounded it. It also was placed in such a way that it could also monitor the ground. A couple of bushes moved before a person emerged from them.

The man in the chair zoomed in on the person. Her hair was full of leaves and braches. Her clothes were torn and there was a major injury on her body. To everyone's surprise the person looked directly into the camera and with speed that they didn't think the girl had, she ran towards the camera and looked into it once again before the screen went black.

"Quick," Wesker said sharply, "use camera forty-eight and zoom in on her."

The camera caught the last few moments that the girl stood in the clearing before dashing off into the forest.

Wesker told the man to inform him if the girl returned. He faced the doctor before they left and spoke quietly so the man didn't hear anythig he said.

"Get a room ready, that girl posses some power. She will become ournewest experiment."

With a light nod of her head the doctor mouthed a 'yes' before she left the room and went back to answer yet another Code White.

Barret was flipping channels on his new TV when an add for health care products came on. He quickly turned to another channel, having already seen that same commercial for about the hundreth god damn time that day. He gave up on his search to watch something interesting and tossed the remote on his couch. He got up and grabbed the phone then quickly dialed Leon's number.

After four rings Leon answered the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey."

"Barret, I was just about to call you. We need to do something about Umbrella."

"You mean the company that's responsible for all those annoying commercials?"

Barret heard a grunt from the other end of the line before Leon responded.

"Well they're also responsible for the creation of some viruses. I know they're up to something."

"Maybe they're not trying to be evil."

"Barret, Umbrella is evil and will always be evil. We have to round up some others and get some heavy duty investigating done before it's too late."

"Hold it," Barret said, "why not contact the police? We have jobs to do and yours is like something you can't just leave, the President won't let you get off that easily."

"It's worth a try."

"Good luck then."

The line went dead from Barret's end. Leon hung up the phone and slumped back into his chair. He raised the phone and called the President. He asked for some time off and was surprised when the man had actually let him, saying that there were other people trained to protect Ashley.

That was one thing done so Leon picked up the communication device once again and this time dialed Michael's number, hoping that the phone bill wouldn't be too high for calling long distance.

The phone rang and rang. Leon was just about to hang up when he got Mcihael's answering machine. He left a message and a number, telling Michael that he should either phone right away or head on over because it was important.

Now all he had to do was stock up on some ammo. Leon put on a jacket and jumped inside his car. He stopped in front of a small gun shop and walked inside.

Guns hung everywhere, so many of them were placed against the wall that it looked like 3D wallpaper. A glass front counter where a overweight man stood behind was full of custom orders and behind it was enough ammo to last a person five years if they were to ever get stuck in Raccoon City.

First, Leon looked at the heavier and bigger guns, deciding that they could prove to be annoying to carry around at times where they would need to hide in a small space. Then he moved over to the smaller guns. His eyes rested upon a gun that he had seen many people use, but never had a chance to use it.

"Can I be of any assistance?" The store owner asked.

"How much is that Desert Eagle?"

"What are you planning to do with a gun like that?"

"How much is it?" Leon asked again, ignoring the man's question.

"Well I can see some one like you is familiar with fire arms," the man pointed to the handgun that rested inside it's own little compartment attatched to his belt with his right index finger. "Can I take a look at that?"

Leon took out his handgun slowly then passed it to the older man, who's eyes widened and shot his hands out to quickly grasp it.

"How about I make you a deal?"

"Lay it on me."

"I'll sell you this gun with a silencer if you give me your gun in return."

It took Leon a minute to decide. He did need a stronger gun, especally if they were going up against Umbrella. But the gun that the pudgy man now held in his hands was given to him by the President. Deciding that it would be better to indeed have a better gun, Leon shook his head and watched as the man took both the guns and went behind the glass counter.

Leon walked up to it and looked at all the various kinds of ammo. "I'll take a hundred and twenty clips for the gun."

"Are you planning on murdering a group of people?" The pudgy man asked in a joking manner and thought it was quite amusing, but Leon's reply proved that the secret agent wasn't in on the joke.

"No."

"Anyways, here's the amount you have to pay, cash or check?"

Leon stuffed a hand in his pocket and withdrew a months worth of pay, which was pretty big. He placed a fist on the glass counter and opened it to give the man the bills that were crumpled up inside of it.

The store owner gave Leon his change and his new gun. He watched as the younger man left the shop and placed a hand on his new gun, which he was intending not to sell and would use it on the firing range only.

Leon stepped on the gas and when he was back at his place he saw that Barret was sitting on his front door step.

"What are you-"

"Leon, maybe you were right."

"What about?"

"I just found out some pretty nasty stuff about that Umbrella 5000 company and I think I might know where they are."

The mall was huge. She never thought that she would ever come across so many peopleand never knew how badly she wanted to kill them all. But first thing first, she had to get some better clothes and some form of weapon, if possible.

Store after store and still nothing that was to her liking. This was becoming quite boring for her and she needed something to do. There were a couple of stores where she had spotted some knives, but they were too small for her liking. She needed something bigger.

A lop sidded grin appeared on her face when she stopped in front of a store that smelt really bad like smoke and it was hurting her sensitive nose. She forced her legs to move forward and step by step she made her way into the store.

The walls had bright decorations on them. Green and blue neon flowers hurt her eyes from the store front. There were a couple of carved wooden masks here and there, taken from some tribe or made in China. A circle table stood in the middle of the store and that was where the smoke was coming from, some sort of stick the girl thought. Racks of clothes sat on either side of the store, each one full of bright, colorful clothes, none to the liking of the girl. Finally at the back of the room two change rooms were positioned and on the walls nearly five feet away from them hung a rack full of swords.

The girl picked up the fine looking katana that she spotted and smiled when it shone brightly in the store light, freshly polished and in a very good condition too. The hilt of it had a excellent gripping and the entire thing was to her liking. She was about to run for it when one of the employees stopped her.

"Don't you think you're a little too young to have such a weapon like that?"

The girl sucked in a bunch of air before trying out her vocal chords, making her voice sound cracked and dry.

"No, but if you look behind you I see some kids stealing."

The employee turned his head to the side before looking at the spot and yelling: "Don't you be a smartass on me!" But the girl had vanished and it made him look like a fool.

Katana in hand, she raced out the store. She needed clothes now and the leaves in her hair were starting to bother her a lot too. Running as fast as she could, she quickly caught a glimpse of a store that interested her.

A pair of black jeans and a sleeveless black top hanging outside of the shop only for show had caught her attention. Whisping out the beautiful sword she cut the plastic straps that were holding the clothing to a foam background and ran to the nearest bathroom, but not before she stole some shampoo.

She was hoping the bathroom would be deserted. Sadly, it wasn't. Two other girls, around her age were applying make up and gossiping. They stared at her with a look of disgust before she walked into a stall and quickly changed.

The girls stopped their chatter and basically glared at the new commer that emerged from the stall, her abandoned clothes lay in a heap on the floor behind her.

"What's your problem?" She asked.

One of the girls that had dark brown hair and vivid green eyes glared at her before they turned around and left the washroom. Now she could wash the crud out of her hair so she did so in a matter of minutes. She left just in time before more people entered the bathroom.

Finally she didn't have to stay inside that awful smelling, people infested place. All the strange smells made her nose burn and her eyes water. She decided that she might as well look around and find what exactly it was that had drawn her to this city in the first place.

Regrettably remembering that weird building miles outside of this place, she shuddered. She could feel the presence of evil there and when she found out that they were watching her it caused a great amount of anger to build up. She left that place feeling miserable and she wondered why one of the things there that she had sensed belonged to somebody that she knew, but could not place a name as to who exactly it was.

Now there were places she had to go and didn't want to be running around all day. When a car pulled out from the parking lot, she dashed after it and landed gracefully on the roof of it, not even making a sound to let the driver know that some crazy teenager was riding on his or her car roof.

Unfamiliar buildings raced by as she sat on top of the car. She knew they had to be deeper inside the city because there were very big buildings that loomed above her and it gave her the creeps. She hated feeling small.

A sharp left turn almost sent her sprawling off her ride as the car turned down a more concealed area. She wanted to tell the driver to watch out and quit speeding, already knowing that they were going way over the speed limit.

Row after row of small two story houses and several strange looks from other drivers, they were headed towards aschool area. From her rooftop perch, she watched as the car neared a big building, most likely the school that the signs had been notifying her of.

Something was suddenly on the road and she instantly recognized it as a small child. She heard the horn of the car start going off and she could feel the car tires gripping the road, desperately trying not to hit the kid.

Nobody was hurt, however the girl was flung off the roof and landed roughly on the cement steps of the school. She was greeted right away by an angry looking man with white hair, a white beard and a black suit with black polished shoes.

"Skipping are you?" The man said before he dragged the girl to her feet only to recieve one nasty glare from the old man.

"Skipping?"

"Are you new?"

The girl quickly thought everything through two times in her mind before looking at the bearded man.

"Yes I am," she tugged the top of her shirt that the man was holding, making him loosen the grip long enough for her to brush past.

"How old are you?"

"I don't know."

"Don't play dumb with me, missy. Now head to room twenty-eight before you get into anymore trouble."

A paper airplane flew across the class room, followed by many more. One of them flew astray and landed directly into the frizzy hair of their teacher. Quiet snickering and out loud laughing was followed and was silenced when the teacher whirled around and sent glares to each and every one of them.

It had been two days since she arrived at this school. Now she had a name to be called by, even though she didn't really like it. Frost. It had been given to her by her fellow classmates for her attitude towards everyone else.

They deserved it. That was her excuse when she got sent to the detention hall for one thing or another and it had only been two days.

A girl, one very familiar, sat in her desk in the far side of the classroom painting her nails and ignoring everything around her. Frost didn't know her name, didn't care either. She had been one of the girls she had encountered in the bathroom, the one with the brown hair and green eyes.

Frost got up and walked down the isle, and knocked over the nail polish bottle that rested on the edge of the girl's desk. There was the unmistakable noise of glass being brokeen before the girl noticed what had happened and stood up, her eyes fuming.

The teacher knew what was about to happen between the two and quickly stood between them, preventing anything from going on. The paper airplane had been removed from her frizzy hair that seemed to grow with her anger towards the two teenagers.

"Go back to your desk," the teacher bit out between clenched teeth and pointed to Frost's desk.

"Teacher, I think you need to do something about her," the brown haired girlsaid innocently.

"Lori. I don't think you should be talking. And just exactly what were you doing painting your nails during an important discussion?"

When the younger girl didn't answer the teacher went back to the front of the class and began teaching them some boring skills for learning Algebra. Like usual nobody paid attention.