Resident Evil: The Suffering
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters related to Resident Evil. Any similarities between monsters in my story and someone else's is completely a coincidence.
Prologue
"Hey Krueger!"
Colonel Krueger Donnelly turns from the closet and replies, "Huh? Oh, hey, Trudie."
He stifles a laugh and Private Trudie Clark rolls her eyes, "Phone for you, ass!"
Krueger picks it up and listens closely, nodding and replying when appropriate, "We got the call. Seems like the Fresh Water Oilrig has lost power. They think it's some kind of attack."
Trudie nods and asks, "We taking this?"
Krueger nods and places his hand on the pad next to the closet door. It beeps and a secret panel flies open, a new-age leather suit sitting in the panel. Krueger grabs the gloves and slides them on, grinning at the fingerless gloves.
Trudie stands over him and says, "Of course you know those aren't standard issue."
Krueger nods and replies, "But, they were. I kept them. Shouldn't you be getting ready or something?"
Trudie nods and runs off, leaving Krueger to wonder. He closes the door to his room and takes his shirt off, leaving the wife-beater on, he grabs the leather shirt and slides it over his head, grunting at how tight it is.
He grabs the pants and drops them, "Nuh uh. Nothing that tight is going near my junk."
He looks down at them and remembers what his superior said.
You can wear the gloves, but you HAVE to wear everything else. If you don't, then you're gone!
"Damn you."
He takes off his sweats and slides the pants up, grunting at how REALLY tight they are. He tucks the tight shirt in and grabs the vest. He slides his arms through and snaps it together, suddenly sweating from the heat. He grabs the mask and slides it over his head, folding it above his eyes. He grabs his boots and slides them on, basking in the familiar feeling of his good luck charms. He ties them and stands up, wincing at the sudden wedgie.
"Damn you to hell."
He taps his left foot twice and pushes the panel back in. He walks next to his bed and reaches under it, pulling up the large case. He turns toward the door and opens it, squinting his eyes at the intense brightness.
"I will never keep my lights that low again."
He turns toward the double-doors and jogs toward it, the contents of the case jingling loudly.
"Krueger!! Hey, wait up!"
"Hey, Ben."
The short man runs up next to him and pushes his glasses up with his thumb, "So, you heard what the mission was?"
Krueger nods and they both walk out the doors, the wind swirling around them from the awaiting chopper.
"This has got to be serious if they got the prototype out."
Ben Wilson nods and places his case on the chopper, "You have no idea."
"Damn it, Brian! I can't wait all day!"
Trudie slams her fist into the wall and Brian Perry runs out, holding two big cases.
"What!? What happened?!"
Trudie grabs his arm and drags him toward the helicopter.
"We have to go now!" "But, I forgot my crown."
Trudie throws him into the chopper and mumbles, "He's going to die first."
She tosses her case in and climbs in, wincing at the loud popping of her suit.
God damn it.
"Alright! Let's go!" shouts Krueger as he slowly pushes the throttle forward.
The chopper lurches up and he throws the throttle back, the chopper then flies forward, throwing everybody back.
He smiles and shouts, "Sorry!"
Trudie sits down in the copilot chair and opens the case down in front of her. She presses the solitary red button and a helmet pops up.
"This prototype suit sucks ass."
Krueger laughs and says, "You're telling me? Mine's like turning my butt into the Grand Canyon."
Trudie laughs and slides the helmet on, pulling the mask down first. She clicks another button and three items fly up, a Fa-Mas, aM8000, and a laptop. She attaches the Fa-Mas to the pack behind her left shoulder and places the handgun into the holster under her right arm. She opens the laptop and turns it on, yawning loudly as she reads the clock: 4:30am.
"Hey, don't pass out on me, how much longer?"
Trudie looks at the screen and says, "About another half-hour."
Krueger nods and says, "Take the controls."
Trudie nods and wraps her hands around the controls. Krueger opens the cockpit door and walks into the back.
He claps his hands and shouts, "Ok, everyone! Let's get ready! Hand me my bag."
Ben tosses him his case and opens his own, a Type 64 sniper rifle gleaming in the early morning light. He picks it up and a G12 shotgun rises up, his helmet tucked into the side of the case, shined and awaiting him. Krueger opens his and grasps the handle of the M16. He snaps it into the clasp on his pack and grabs the Eagle. He slides it into the holster under his left arm and closes the strap, snapping it in between the hammer and the stop.
He grabs his helmet and frowns at it, "Well, here goes nothing."
He slides it over his head and closes his eyes at the bright light. The helmet beeps twice and a large symbol spins off to the left of the screen.
What the hell was that?
He shakes it off and watches as a scale appears next to the form of Ben Wilson. It fluctuates and stops a little above two-thirds of the way up.
"Feeling a little tense, Ben?"
Ben laughs and nods, which is barely noticeable with his helmet on.
Krueger looks at Brian and says, "Holy Jesus, my chart says you should be dead."
Brian laughs and replies, "Yeah, something's wrong with my suit's scanners."
Krueger loads the handgun ammo around his left shin and slides two of the hefty machine-gun's clips into the slots on his right thigh.
He leans to the right and says, "Ok, those two clips are really heavy."
He stands straight up and walks back into the cockpit, taking his case with him.
He sits it down in between the pilot chairs and sits down, sighing in relief at the warmth of the chair.
"What's the date?"
Trudie looks at him and replies, "It's July 22, 2010, why you ask?"
"No reason, just curious, the General has been keeping me awake at weird hours lately, kind of lost sight of the day. Is it Monday?"
Trudie laughs and replies, "No, it's Friday. Your birthday is in two days."
Krueger arches an eyebrow underneath his helmet and sits back, the helmet keeping his back arched.
He sighs loudly and says, "Damn it. This suit is trying to kill me."
Trudie laughs and says, her tone turning serious, "We're here."
Krueger sits up and places his hands on the control panel. He leans forward and gazes at the larger-than-normal oilrig sitting before him. The waves lapping at the four large tubes rising from the ocean's surface.
"Hey, where's the drill?"
Trudie looks at him and says, "It's not operational, the drill broke off when it hit slate three months ago, and that middle shaft is the repair elevator."
Krueger nods and asks, "Can I use your case to carry the extra ammo?"
"What's wrong with yours?"
Krueger shrugs and says, "Yours has more space, it was a stupid question, forget I asked."
Trudie nods and replies, the sounds of some machinery nearly drowning her out, "Sure, but you break it, I want you to pay for my new one."
He nods and says, "Guys, put your ammo in Clark's case. Perry, you carry it."
Brian walks in and places the ammo into the case, then carries it back.
"We're ready to go when you are!" is Ben's reply as the chopper slows to a hover above the darkened heli-pad.
"Where are the lights?"
Krueger shrugs at Trudie's question and she sets it down, the landing less than graceful.
Krueger looks at her and asks, "You think that was a landing? I'd call it more of a crash dive."
Trudie looks down at the controls and says, smoother than molasses on linoleum, "Oops."
Krueger shakes his head and opens the tiny door next to him, the warm, humid air flowing past him.
"Damn it's hot."
Trudie hops out behind him and points her M8000 toward the center of the rig, frowning at how void of life the place is. Metal whines as the four of them walk toward a door. Bolts and cables snap as the heli-pad falls away, taking their chopper with it.
Krueger grabs Brian's shoulders, glaring daggers, "I hope you grabbed our ammo case!"
Brian frowns and looks down at the crushing waters below, "Sorry."
***It picks up speed in the next chapter, trust me. Ok? Konnichiwa!***