Author's note: I had a lot of time to do this chapter so it should be longer than the last one. The reviewer responses will be put under this so check those out and don't forget to review.
Reviewer responses:
Luna-starr: Thanks for all the reviews for this story and all my others. Hope you update your Outbrak of dumbness story soon, it's brilliant! And just who Frost is: I haven't decided yet but you'll find out soon enough, say in about 2-4 more chapters.
The one and only-Ace: It's good to see some of the people that read my other story reviewing this one! Thanks for the review!
crazygirl306: Well I haven't come up with any places where some of the other Resident Evil characters will come into place, but I'm planning on making some of them appear if everything works out.
Foggy Brains: Yeah, yeah, everything does circulate around Washington, but only for the time being. Just wait until the plot thickens :insert dramatic music here: then it won't. Muha.
Chapter 4
Crimson Ribbons
Life's a bitch
"A cab driver by the name of Greig Kimbal has been reported missing. There have been no leads to his whereabouts and the last time that he was seen was shortly after 11:30 p.m at a Mc Donalds drive thru. If you have any information about Greig Kimbal, please contact the police."
Leon turned off the television and went into the kitchen where Michael was seated. He had arrived late last night and was currently living in Leon's house in a spare bedroom on the upstairs level.
"That's the fourth one gone this week," Michael said between mouthfuls of cereal that spilled down the side of his face. "Sounds kindda suspicious don't cha think?"
"Probably something to do with Umbrella."
"About this 'Umbrella' company. What exactly is it?"
The only reply Michael got was 'evil'.
Leon went back to the couch and closed his eyes. He had gotten little sleep within the past week and a half. It was ever since Umbrella sufaced again. Flashbacks from being at Raccoon City way back when kept on coming back and kept on making him wonder just what Umbrella would release upon the world this time.
The loud ringing of the phone made Leon jump himself awake. He dashed to it only to find out that the caller had hung up only after the second ring. Mumbling something, Leon walked back into the kitchen and grabbed a bite to eat.
"So," Michael went on, "what's Barret been up to?"
"Nothing much."
"Ya know everything that has come out of your mouth has been small talk. What's up?"
"No sleep."
"Anyways that Wesker guy who killed that woman with the red dress, do you think he survived the explosion?"
"Some how I doubt that he died and that he has something to do with Umbrella coming back."
"So it seems."
"Did you bring any weapons along?"
Michael laughed before answering. "Ya and they'll let me go through the airport with a gun in my coat."
"Then maybe you should go get one."
"Is Umbrella really that-"
The phone rang again, interrupting Michael. Leon walked over and picked it up.
It was Barret and he sounded like he knew something.
"You have to get over here," he said excitedly, "I got some information on Umbrella!"
"Where are you?"
"At the Library close to your house, hurry up and get over here."
The line went dead and Leon hung up the phone. Grabbing his coat and telling Michael to hurry up, he went through the front door and when Michael was out, they went straight to the Library.
Frost was making her way to school only because she was bored and had nothing else to do. She kept her eyes open for people in back alleys and cautiously watched the people that passed her just incase they tried to pull something.
There was no travelling on roof tops today, she wasn't in the mood. When no one was around she would often race down the sidewalks and almost ran into some oncoming vehicles from time to time that couldn't even see her go by.
She always had some sort of weapon on her, perferably a knife of some sort. Frost just couldn't carry a katana around all day or people would think she was weird even though she didn't care. So she stuck to the smaller things like pocket knives and hunting knives that she kept tucked inside her deep pockets of her pants or somewhere inside of one of the many coats that she had stolen.
Yes, she had a stealing problem, but she never got caught. Most often she would dash into a store, find the things she wanted, grab them and go before anyone saw her and the cameras that the stores had would never catch her because she was too fast. The cops never caught her and they wouldn't stand a chance if she decided to attack.
A problem had come up just the other day when she spotted people looking into her home for the time being. Frost soon found herself moving her things to different places every time she saw home owners or people who were trying to sell the house near it. Another problem was the increasing amount of stuff that she had stolen. It started as a pair of clothes that now ranged from a knife (she now had over twenty of those) to a television set.
When the amount of things got too high she often left them on the doorsteps of the surrounding houses and left without even letting them see who she was.
Frost was too deep in her thoughts that she bumped right into a man who had blonde hair that went down to his chin and wore a brown coat.
"Watch where you're going," she hissed before stepping around him and going the opposite way that he was headed in.
Frost glanced back and was suddenly thrown into a mental state of pain. Her head seared with pain and her mind hurt briefly before random images started throwing themselves into her mind. They were like memories but as each came and went, they left her with even more pain. In mere seconds she had thrown herself into the hard cement sidewalk and was soon relieved of the pain.
Leon and Michael turned around when they heard screaming fits coming from behind them. All they saw was a crowd of people that broke up when the girl that had run into Leon burst through and was making her way to the highschool that was two blocks behind them.
Frost ran and ran until she reached the school. She had no more pain in her head but her face was pretty scratched up and in some places it had begun to bleed. She didn't think that she had thrown herself into the sidewalk that hard, but apparently she had.
Frost burst through the front door and readied herself for another grueling day of school.
Idiots, Wesker thought as he sat around a large table along with several other Umbrella scientists.
They were discussing what to do about the making of the Infinity virus and not one of them was on the right track. Wesker thought that he should just tell them what to do and show them that they were all just a bunch of fools, but decided against it for his own amusement.
The doctor that had been helping him out and did everything that he commanded, sat to his right. She leaned over and started whispering, but Wesker didn't even pay attention and was focused on what they were now talking about.
"Doctor Wesker," one of them said. "Would you like to tell everyone about your little discovery?"
"Indeed."
Wesker stood up to his full height and presented to the rest of the doctors and scientists with all the information he had about a very interesting test subject that he would capture and bring here. The only thing he left out was the encounter in the back alley.
His bruises and scratches had healed up in a matter of hours and now nobody had any knowledge about his little dispute. So as he stood talking to the other dimwitted people who called themselves scientists, he was somewhat pleased that nobody would be staring absent mindedly at him.
"Is this girl a tyrant?" The scientist that had offered him a chance to speak, asked.
"There is no telling just what she is," Wesker went on, "but she is quite the powerful one and must be brought here for further testing if you wish to have some knowledge about her species."
A scientist with short curly black hair leaned on the table and looked at Wesker as he spoke.
"We will provide you with whatever you need, just as long as we can abstract a sample of the Infinity virus from her body."
Wesker nodded his head in agreement.
The hours that followed the discussion of Frost went by very slowly and even some of the scientists had begun to fall asleeep. When it was over everyone went back to their work while Wesker headed back to the lab where Frost would be held, with the doctor following after him.
"I want this room secure at all times," Wesker said as they walked down the poorly lit halls.
The doctor scribbled down some notes while keeping up withWesker's pace. She blew a stray strand of hair out of her face just as they entered the room that Wesker had forbid anyone from entering.
"Stay here and prepare some more things," Wesker commanded and left the doctor to herself in the spotless room.
The man with the sunglasses on was headed towards the room where all the testing was done to attempt to remake the Infinity virus.
When the code locked door opened for his he stepped inside and surveyed the room and the 'patients' that were strapped down to the blood stained white chairs.
There were three in total. The person in the middle was slobbering while it's face twisted this way and that as a well protected scientist injected yet another needle into it's left arm. Puncture holes could be seen from where Wesker stood, around four feet away.
To the right of the middle patient was another. This one worse. Blood seeped from all over the place and was even dripping onto the floor. It's eyes were a very dull white and a pair of rotten teeth could be seen as it tried to snap at the scientist closest to it. The patient was soon put out of it's misery with a single shot to the head by a man who stood armed in the far corner of the room, away from all the activities.
On the left was the newest person to be set in the room. It was a woman in her late fourties who had gone missing just two hours ago. She was kicking and screaming as well as trying to rip the scientists to shreads that swarmed her with needles filled with all different kinds of viruses. When the first entered her blood stream she cried out even louder and even managed to knock the scientist that injected her with the virus back a bit, but that also hurt her more because the needle was still inside her skin when she slammed into the scientist, ripping the tender skin on her arm.
The empty chair to the right was quickly replaced by a screaming man. Instead of a scientist injecting him with who knew what, Wesker took over.
He had to start over from scratch in creating the three viruses that made the Infinity virus. The T-virus was easy and the G-virus too, but he had to search forever to find a infected Plagas specimen to create that over again.
Wesker was the only one that had ever been in contact with the Plagas virus and kept a sample of it locked tightly away in one of his many offices. Several other samples of it had been created but he still had the original and didn't plan on using it.
Not surprisingly, the scientists hadn't used the Las Plagas samples and left them on a shelf in the back of the room.
Wesker headed over to it and tookhis time in binding all three of them together. When it was done and over with he emptied it into the needle and injected it right into the man's blood stream and to his utter disapointment, nothing happened.
Nothing at all.
The Libray was close to being empty, very close. Except three people were seated at a table and discussing something that they held in hushed whispers.
"There's a rumor that Umbrella is occupying an abandoned factory miles away from here," Barret said as quietly as he could to Leon and Michael, who were both listening to him intently.
"Rumors aren't always right," Leon stated, not wanting to go all the way there to find that the rumor was false.
"That place is also linked to some of disapearances that have been going on lately and some people have seen lights on inside that building over the past two years."
"Probably teenagers."
"It's still worth checking out," Michael whispered as one of the librarians walked by, giving them all strange looks.
"Exactly. We should get some stuff prepared before we go out there, just incase."
"Okay," Leon agreed.
"So where'd you find all this stuff out anyways?" Michael asked as he raised he hands onto the table.
"All around. Some of the small towns surrounding it have deemed it 'haunted'. Many of the people here though, have seen black cars with tinted windows go speeding down the road that leads there and get this," Barret went on, "I even met this one guy who said he had actually been there and by the looks of him, I believe every word he said."
"What did he say?"
"Said his car had broken down one night and was trying to hitchhike and had to go to the bathroom so he wandered down this road that had some scrub brush, not knowing that the road he was going down was the same one that lead to that old factory. Anyways, he wandered down it some more until he reached an electric fence. Then he heard these noises that he claimed to have 'scared the shit outta him'. He peered through the fence and saw these people walking around like they were drugged up or something and then one had spotted him and they all made their way over to the fence, moaning and making horrible sounds. He said that he turned around and ran blindly down the road and onto the main one where he almost got hit by a car."
"Guess that's enough to go check it out," Leon said and sat up.
"Where are you going?"
"Gotta go check something out."
Michael and Barret waited until Leon returned ten minutes later withtwo old newspapers in hand. He tossed one onto the table, while holding the other one and sat back down where he explained some things to them.
"That factory," he said as he pointed to a big dark gray building, "is what you're talking about. It closed down fifteen years ago when the company ran out of business. It never sold and was just left abandoned. There were no fences built around it and before and a barricade had been put up to keep people out."
"Which must've been taken down," Barret interjected.
Leon put the other newspaper on the table for Michael and Barret to see.
"One of the librarians gave these to me. This other one is of the first disappearance dated back a year and half ago. It was two cops that had been sent out there to check the spot where the missing barricade was and just vanished, car and all."
"Well that explains somethings. Did they send any other cops out there?"
"The whole police force went looking for them and under half had gone missing that strayed too far down the road. I guess nobody wanted to go down there ever again and just left the area as it was."
"So now that we have more knowledge, when are we going?" Michael asked.
They all discussed it and all agreed on paying a visit to the old factory in two or three days from now.
Frost had no idea why she was here and had no idea why she getting ready for a fight.
A circle of kids were surrounding both her and a boy that looked angry as hell. He had his fists up and was charging towards her. She dodged the attack and was so confused as to why she was being attacked that she almost fell down.
It must've been something that she said, Frost guessed. She could barely remember how she got to school and ever since those image spasims she was losing track of what was happening.
The boy swung a punch towards her face but she caught it easily with one hand and that was when things started getting out of hand.
There was this feeling growing from deep, down inside of her, like somethig was growing. She felt different and saw things more sharply than before. She felt herself being thrown forwards by her body, even though she didn't command it, and hitting the boy directly in the nose that then began to bleed.
Cheers and shouting echoed through her head and was making her even more confused.
"Stop it," she said in a hushed voice.
Nobody stopped. It just got worse when the boy kneed her in the stomach.
Then something exploded inside of her and she felt the boy as an enemy that had to be destroyed.
Frost leapt in the air and landed behind the boy where she stepped on the calf of his left leg with her foot and sent him crashing into the ground. The shouting escalated and Frost grew more confused and the thing inside of her more angry.
The boy got up and swung another punch at her, which she caught once again. She grabbed onto his fist and twisted his arm until she heard a crack. The boy screamed out in pain and that caused the thing inside of Frost to kick out at him, sending the boy into the sky where he landed in a heap on the ground.
The shouting started to go down and some of the people grew worried.
Frost walked over to the sprawled out boy on the ground and raised her foot, where she planned on smashing in his head.
Frost got control of herself and lowered it back to the side of her other one and blinked several times. She sensed danger and whirled around and hissed as the principle grabbed her arm. She yanked it free from his grasp and knocked him over. She looked at all the other kids, who stared at her in absolute horror for her eyes were a deep red and her skin color had turned an awful gray.
Frost turned around and ran and she knew she wouldn't be able to return.