Resident Evil: Katana
By: nuke umbrella
A/N: First of all, I know that I tend to start stories and not finish them, but I will try to make this one the first multichapter fan-fic that I actually finish. Also, I know that in most of my stories, the characters have swords, but bladed weapons are my favorite, and I find it hard to leave them out of a story. Sorry. This is my first story in which the character becomes a B.O.W., my favorite type of fan-fic by the way, so NO flames! Flamers will have hard-drive wiping computer viruses e-mailed to them! Just kidding! (or am I?)
I awoke painfully, with a bright light shining right in my face, and what felt like the aftermath of an exploding nuke pounding through my head.
"Fuck, that hurts! Anyone get the number of that train that hit me?" I said to no-one in particular.
I opened my eyes slowly and looked around the room I was in. I was laying on a hospital bed, and there was white walls all around me, a table with what looked like the contents of a small armory on it to my left, and to my right...
"Damn!"
There, laying on an identical bed next to mine, was the hottest girl I'd ever seen. She was clad in nothing but a T-shirt and underwear, and looking at myself I realized, so was I.
I slowly sat up, noticing multiple injection marks on my arms, along with matching bandages on each wrist. Looking back at the girl, I noticed that she had similar wounds.
I got to my feet, and walked quietly over to the person sleeping next to me.
"Hey," I say, gently trying to shake her awake, "Are you alive, or sh---"
I suddenly found myself face down on the ground, with my arm painfully twisted behind me.
"Shut up, and don't talk until I'm finished!" I realized it was the girl who was twisting my arm off; she was very much alive, very much awake, and very much pissed.
"I want to know three very simple things: who are you, where am I, and what happened to me?" She twists my arm even harder. "Well?"
"O.K.! My name is Matt Webber, and as for your other questions, I'm as clueless as you are!" I said in considerable pain. "Now can you please quit trying to break my arm?"
She released me, and I rolled over onto my back, panting from the pain. I looked up at the girl; she looked to be about my age, 18, with pale, smooth features, long brown hair, and deep green eyes.
"Sorry about that." she said, offering a hand to help me up. "I'm Crystal. Crystal Woods."
"Don't mention it. I probably would have reacted the same way if I woke up half-dressed with a stranger standing over me."
She blushed a brilliant pink and turned away, obviously embarrassed.
"Sorry." I apologized, "I've been told that I talk too much for my own good." I turned around. "What the fuck?" Underneath the bed I was laying on was a stainless steel briefcase, the kind you see in movies. Opening it, I found a black combat suit with the name "WEBBER" embroidered on it.
"Hey Crystal, check under the bed you were on."
"Why?"
"Just do it." I tell her in a slightly annoyed voice.
"What's this?"
I turn around to see her holding up an identical suit, only with "WOODS" written on it.
"I don't really know why, but I think that someone wants us to put these on, and I doubt that all those weapons were left there by accident."
We put our suits on and grabbed the knives, grenades, and ammo, along with VP-70 handguns and the M-16s that were also laying on the table, one rifle and pistol for each of us, putting them into pockets, sheaths, and holsters that were part of the suits we were wearing. When we took the last item, the table rose slightly upwards with a click. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw something black descending from the ceiling. I whipped around, rifle raised, but lowered it when I saw that it was a TV screen. The screen activated, displaying the logo of the Umbrella Corporation...
A/N: Cliffhanger! I hope that this story will turn out better then my previous ones. I will focus on updating this story until it is finished, so in the meantime, please R&R!