Resident Evil: Katana
A/N: First of all, I would like to thank London Bear a.k.a. Chantay, my first reviewer for this story, for the encouragement and praise. I would also like to thank everyone else who read the first chapter.
Now on to the next part!
Warning: swearing in this chapter!
The Umbrella logo remained on-screen for about 10 seconds, then dissolved and was replaced with the silhouette of what looked like a man.
"Well well well. It looks like our two newest additions to the Umbrella family are finally awake." The definitely male voice said.
"Well well well yourself, asshole!" Crystal said, giving the man a glare that, if looks could kill, would have melted through steel.
"Yeah, screw you motherfucker!" I said, giving the screen the finger.
"Now now. I wouldn't talk like that if I were you, as your lives are in my hands. And if you can manage to keep quiet while I explain what is going to happen, I might let you out of your room." The voice said in a mocking tone.
"Fine, explain away." I said, feeling like I'd rather shoot the screen and try to blow a hole in a wall with one of my grenades.
"You two are part of Umbrella's newest bioweapon project, codename: Katana." He explained, "You have been injected with a designer virus to give you superhuman powers of strength, speed, agility, regeneration, and near-total immunity to pain, as well as enhanced senses. You have also been surgically altered and enhanced."
"Why don't I feel any different?" asked Crystal, looking at herself as if expecting to see if she had an extra limb or something.
"You don't feel different because the virus that activates these 'alterations' requires a catalyst that serves the dual purpose of activating these changes, and of rendering the virus in your bloodstream non-infectious." A panel in the wall next to the TV opened, revealing two glasses of what looked like water. "In these glasses is water laced with the catalyst, called monodrine. Each of you must ALL of the liquid in one glass. Once you do, I will explain what is going to happen."
Not really seeing much choice, I took a glass from the compartment. I turned to Crystal, who had taken the other glass, and raised my glass. "Bottoms up!" I said, and then we both drained our glasses. I immediately felt an intense itching sensation all over my body, especially underneath the bandages and from the injection marks on my arms. When the itching under the bandages became unbearable, I tore off the gauze to discover rapidly healing wounds. "What the fuck did you do to my arms!" I asked, as the itching finally subsided.
"The easiest way for you to find out is to double-tap the knuckle of your index finger." The shadow said, "But before you do, make sure that your wrists are pointed down in relation to your forearms, unless you don't like your hands. Also, don't point your arms at anything within a meter's distance."
Puzzled, I did as he said, and when I tapped my knuckles, two gleaming, razor-sharp blades sprang out of the back of my wrists.
"Holy SHIT!" I yelled, shocked and surprised…
A/N: Another cliffhanger! And if any of you are wondering, I got the idea for the blades from the character Baraka, from Mortal Kombat, and from Wolverine, from X-Men. I will try to update soon; in the meantime, please R&R!