Sorry, I knew that I had forgotten something last chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything that belongs to Capcom, blah blah blah. I do, however own all things original that came out of my screwed up head, and therefore you cannot take them without my permission and whatnot… yeah… something like that.

Anyways on with the story now. This chapter is mostly info, just to set the stage really. It get's better next chapter, I promise.

Resident Evil: The Bane Virus

Chapter 1

October 28, 2006 – 06:14

Bane Stryfe shot up from his makeshift bed, the top mattress sinking slightly as he panted heavily and wiped the cold sweat from his brow and ran a hand through his short, blood-red hair. The images of the nightmare slowly faded from his mind's eye, the last being of those people at the end, swearing that several them almost looked familiar to him.

Shaking his head, he stood from the bed and pulled on his jeans, the dark black denim having faded to a grayish color then put on his sunglasses that his the only sign of his mutations, the glowing red eyes. He stood and looked from the broken window, looking at all the other mostly derelict buildings surrounding the one he lived in. He stared into the bright blue sky, watching the clouds slowly drift by as the sun played hide and seek in them. He knew it wouldn't last, he knew that they would come for him, and he knew that they would destroy the city to do it.

After the incident at Raccoon City, Umbrella had been given an order to desist in all business dealings, at least in the United States. They still tried to sell their products worldwide, but many countries joined the States in banning their products. And yet, somehow, someone managed to spin-off another company from the remains of Umbrella, calling themselves Parasol Enterprises. They promised a return to good old family pharmaceuticals, but kept hidden their extensive military contracts.

The American Government had known they'd need to make an example of a company that would disregard their citizens, but allowed the small company to take it's place, and it's contracts, because they were needed.

Bane knew that it was all bullshit, that the government only wanted the viruses and other biogenic warfare tools that Umbrella had created, and now Parasol had inherited. He knew that Umbrella would never truly die… and that means that he'd never truly be free.

And now the dream… and whatever it would mean. He remembered the faces of the people, and he knew about all of them except for the last one. The others, well, he had read so much on the members of the Raccoon City STARS members, and the several other people who'd helped them escape the tragedies that literally seemed to follow them everywhere.

Even before Umbrella was stopped by the government, they had infected another city, this one in southern Ontario, Canada, where some of the RPD STARS were hiding with their Fenrir Police Department counterparts.

But that didn't matter to him, didn't matter to him at all. He refused to get himself involved with anything to do with Umbrella, Parasol, or these STARS people, he only wanted to live in peace.

Hmph, He scoffed quietly,

The files were spread out over his desk, all opened to certain events described within. There were eight of them, eight people who'd seemed completely normal, until they were thrown into extraordinary situations. And even then half of them wouldn't have made it without the aid of the others.

He turned away and picked up four more folders, another group of survivors. He shook his head in disgust as he tossed these folders on top of the others, then picked up the last one.

The renegade. That's what a lot of people were calling him these days. He'd survived an attack by the T-002 Tyrant and even lived through an encounter with the beautiful, deadly, deranged Alexia Ashford. He seemed even more resilient than all the others, and he was completely unpredictable. All of the others were taking what they considered to be the 'moral high ground' and attacking Umbrella, and the new Parasol, because it was 'the right thing to do', but this man had his own agenda, one that he refused to share with anyone. Whatever the renegade was planning, he knew that it would spell doom for the newly made company. And what was worse, he knew that there was nothing he could do about it.

Carl Trevor flipped through the file on Albert Wesker one more time, then flung it down onto the pile with the others. Valentine, the Redfields, Kennedy, Oliviera, Chambers… all of the damned survivors of the Raccoon City infection were still out there, somewhere, planning Parasol's downfall like they had with Umbrella. If only he'd been allowed to continue his research, these pathetic little obstacles would have been cut down the instant they'd surfaced.

He stared at the picture of Wesker, wondering if it had been him or his partner William Birkin who'd begun their experiments on his brother and his family. His brother George, the architect of the Spencer Mansion that had once been buried in the heart of Arklay Forest.

He'd never gotten along with his brother much, or the wife or daughter, but they were still family and he was still enraged by what they did to them. Yet still the source of his anger was what Umbrella had taken away from him.

It had been his life's work, the new virus he'd synthesized. The Bane Virus, he'd called it, and it's made him known to the top brass of Umbrella. They'd given him a fortune to test the virus, but no matter what they tried, the test subjects would be killed.

When James Marcus had first created the T-Virus in 1978, Umbrella had begun hiring the most promising young scientists they could find to work on it. Despite his brother's disappearance, Carl had still finished college at the top of his class in Bio-engineering. Umbrella had hired him immediately out of school, giving him a sample of the T-Virus to play with. In five years he had made a breakthrough in the synthesis of a new virus. His wife, who'd previously been his assistant, pushed him to show off his creation before they'd been able to work out all the problems, but he agreed anyway and the two of them were transferred to the Arklay laboratories to continue the work in a small corner lab. It wasn't until many years later he would find out that his brother had faced his doom in that very mansion.

The problem with the new virus was that it would kill the test subject, often in horrifyingly grotesque ways. Initially, the virus would give the subject enhanced physical and mental strength as well as agility, speed, and fortitude. Yet the body would quickly become unstable and could not handle the constant mutations, causing the body to break down in varying ways at very speeds. No matter what they tried, the virus would always come with the same results.

Another three years passed with no luck, but in the meantime his wife had become pregnant with their first child, a boy. One night, several months before she was due, Carl stood over the bed and stared at her sleeping form. An idea hit him then, and he quietly when to the lab to gather the things he needed.

If the normal human body can't handle the virus's mutations, he thought, what if a body were to have the virus encoded into it's very DNA during it's development? Returning to the room he shared with his beautiful wife, he carefully injected her with a mild sedative, then injected the virus carefully into the still-developing fetus.

When he finished he quickly replaced everything back in the lab before returning to his room and laying down beside his sleeping wife, eventually falling asleep as well. Several months passed with no ill effects on the mother or the baby until it came the day of the birth. Complications arose, he'd been told, during the birthing and his wife died as the baby was born, healthy and seemingly mutation free.

Carl pretended to be devastated by the death, but in truth things couldn't have gone better had he planned them. His wife would have just gotten in the way of the experiment and he would have had to gotten rid of her anyways, so this worked out perfectly.

For the first five years, Carl and his team kept a close eye on the boy, whom he had named Bane. They showed their results to the company brass, who gave them more money and procured ten more pregnant women to use as test subjects.

Another five years passed, Bane excelling at everything they'd thrown against him. The other ten, however, were just barely managing not to be an abysmal failure. They were superior to an ordinary child, but according to the boss they just weren't good enough.

It continued for two more years until one night the boss had corner Carl in the hallway, not knowing that Bane was returning to his room after a rigorous day of tests and could hear them around the corner of the hall.

"We're doing the best we can," Carl argued fiercely, "we aren't exactly equipped to be training these children into soldiers."

"Then we'll get someone who is." The boss replied.

"It's only been six years; you can't expect so much of them!"

"Your own boy was a hell of a lot farther along at their age than they are now," the boss told Carl, "Plus the big wigs are worried about your stability… especially after what you did to your own wife!"

"I didn't know that it would kill her!" Carl snapped, "We would have had to get rid of her eventually anyways. She'd have killed me if she found out what I did to our son."

"Shut up!" The boss yelled, tired of Carl's poor arguments, "All of these… mistakes are being disposed of and you are being transferred to Europe. The Bane Virus research will be given to someone else, and you'll be lucky to ever see a test tube again!"

Carl remembered it all as if it were yesterday, but it wasn't until later had he learned that Bane had overheard the conversation. He had watched the security feeds and watched Bane race through the labs and mansion, moving so fast he was almost a blur on the video.

The boy had burst through the mansion doors, sending them flying off the hinges and setting off every alarm in the building. Search parties had been quickly formed and the helicopters were sent out to bring the boy back, but he'd managed to disappear into Raccoon City.

Carl had been transferred several days later, which now he considered a blessing since the Raccoon STARS teams had invaded a mere six months later.

Eight eventless years had passed with him doing nothing but menial work as he searched through every report that had come through Umbrella HQ, and now Parasol HQ. He knew that even though the name had changed, they would never truly stop searching for his son and he knew that all he had to do was wait until he was found, and then he would take him back.

Rayne Armitage was woken by the sound of Beethoven's Ave Maria playing on his cell phone, feeling oddly drained even after getting a good five hours of sleep. He sat up and grabbed his phone, shutting off the alarm, then clipped the phone to his jeans that he'd slept in and pulled on a black t-shirt he found lying on the ground before leaving his room.

Silently he crept down the stairs, his hand barely gliding down the banister as he made his way into the kitchen where he began making breakfast for himself and his roommate. He reveled in the silence of the morning, despite the fact that only he and his friend lived in the large house and therefore was almost always quiet.

His parent's had been loaded, but unlike most families they didn't flaunt the fact that they had money. They continued to work, and they taught Rayne that he should always, always work for what he wanted, that nothing was ever free.

All the money in the world, however, wouldn't have been enough to save their lives when that car hit theirs. He'd been in the back seat as they were driving home from his soccer game when they were hit side-on by a large semi-truck, killing his parents and nearly killing him.

He lived, however, and inherited all of his parent's money and possessions, including the house that he now lived in. Yet he'd been so lonely after everything that when his friend's family decided to move away but Chelsey didn't want to, he offered to give her a place to live. It'd been three years since then, and they've have had what he would call their share of excitement.

When Chelsey's family moved, her sister Tifa had joined the STARS team in Fenrir, Ontario. Only one year later the remaining members of the Raccoon City STARS teams had sought refuge from Umbrella there, causing Umbrella once again to infect a major city with the hopes that they would be killed in the outbreak. Unfortunately for them, the STARS members survived and gained a number of new recruits in their war against Umbrella. Not to mention the fact that this second infection helped push the American government to can Umbrella and order them to stop all business dealings.

The STARS knew that even then the company would continued after them, so Chelsey and Rayne had suggested they lay low here in Munin, Alberta, a place where it was doubtful that Umbrella would find them. They stayed for about a year and a half before leaving to continue their fight against the newly formed Parasol, leaving Chelsey and Rayne alone once more.

Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Rayne flipped the pancakes he was making before they burnt, then looked out the window at the ten foot cement wall, a yard and a half wide, that surrounded the entire compound, built at Jill Valentine's request to help protect them should Umbrella, or Parasol, infect the city the same way they'd done before.

A sound on the stairs broke him from his revelries, causing him to look up and see Chelsey slowly coming down the steps, her eyes bleary and red showing that she had little to no sleep during the night.

"Morning Crazy Lady." Rayne said to her as she seated herself at the kitchen table.

"Unfortunately." She grunted, yawning widely.

"Lucky for you… I made pancakes." He told her with a smile, lifting three nicely formed pancakes onto a plate and placing it on the table in front of her along with syrup, butter, and a knife and fork.

"My savior." She said sarcastically as she began to devour the food in front of her.

Rayne was silent as he ate his own breakfast, then stood and cleared the table as Chelsey made several attempts to get to her feet before finally managing it and heading back to her bedroom, resisting the urge to go back to sleep. Instead, she dressed and grabbed her things, then met Rayne at the front door before piling into his car as he drove the both of them to school.

Bane left the building quietly, aware that these building were no longer considered habitable and people caught living in them would be arrested and charged for trespassing, though he wasn't too worried about that. He knew that if he didn't want them to, the police had no chance of holding him in prison. He shook his head as he thought that, knowing that he never wanted to hurt anyone, never mind the police who actually did some good in the world.

He left the area as quickly as he could without doing anything… inhuman, then decided to head to the high school for the day. He normally spent his days near other people his age, watching them go about their days, enjoying their lives in a way he never truly could.

If he thought long and hard, he could remember almost every bit of his escape from the mansion, starting when he threw the doors off the building to the moment he reached Raccoon city, picking pocket's and stealing credit cards for several days to afford a train ticket away from the city. He never spent more than a month in any one place in the last eight years, until now. He didn't understand what it was, but there was something about this city that made him want to stay here, to maybe be able to start a normal life here.

Clearing his thoughts once again, he continued on his way to the high school, hoping with all his might that he would see that beautiful blonde girl who'd actually spoken to him one day, and hoping that he would be able to talk back this time.