Resident Evil: The Bane Virus

Chapter 4

October 29, 2006 – 21:53

Bane left the house with Chelsey leading him to the front gate, walking in silence. As they reached the tall, concrete wall she opened the small doorway and ushered him through, following him until they both stood just outside the walls.

"Thank you for spending time with my friends." Chelsey told him softly, giving him a beautiful smile.

"I just hope I didn't scare them too much, or bother them." Bane replied, managing a small smile.

"I know it's different for you, you've never had the chance to social, never mind any need to, so it's kinda nice to see you trying." She told him, leaning forward and kissing him softly on the lips. He immediately backed away, for the first time in his life feeling real fear.

"I-I'm sorry," Chelsey stuttered immediately, "I'm sorry, I don't know why I did that, please f-" Bane cut her off by surging forward and kissed her passionately, the need, the urge to kiss her all but diminishing the fear. He kissed her for so long his lungs were starting to burn with the need for air, but he didn't care. This was it, this is what he'd always wished for.

Suddenly she pushed away from him, a hunger in her eyes that she was trying with all her might to hold back. She stood there and stared at him, unable to trust her own voice right now.

"Chelsey…. Please don't be afraid." Bane pleaded softly, hanging his head and refusing to look her in the eye.

"I'm not afraid Bane," She replied softly, "I want more… but not yet. Please, promise you'll meet me at the school tomorrow at lunch."

"I promise," he replied honestly, "I promise that nothing on this planet will stop me from meeting you tomorrow."

With one last fleeting kiss, she disappeared back inside the gates, leaving Bane alone on the street. With a wide smile he began a slow walk back to his hideout, resisting the urge to start skipping through the darkness. Finally, finally something had actually gone right with his life. He was in love, and she seemed to feel the exact same about him. Finally he could have the life that his father had denied him from birth, and he wasn't going to let anyone ruin it.

Suddenly a noise behind him made him stop and crouch, taking off his sunglasses and scanning the darkness with his luminous eyes, his night vision with the shades just as good as his vision during the day. Nothing stirred in the dead night, and he cautiously continued on his way, creeping silently as he watched his surroundings. Without warning a figure charged him from the shadows, throwing a punch at his head that Bane easily blocked, countering with a punch to his attacker's gut. He followed through, kicking high and catching the man in the head, throwing him roughly to the pavement. A second attacker came up with a knife, stabbing at Bane's gut. He jumped back, and swept his arm down, pushing the knife-arm away before bringing his other arm down and under, shoving it upwards into the man's gut and lifting him off his feet before he fell to the ground several feet away, vomiting hard. A gun shot broke the silence of the night as Bane felt the bullet enter his arm. With a grimace of pain he searched for the shooter, wishing that he hadn't decided to leave his own gun at his hideout. He found the shooter and dived forward before they could take another shot, rolling to his feet and putting his fist into the man's groin before twisting and throwing his elbow into the shooter's face, putting him down hard. He stood and waited for the next attack, but it didn't come, making him wonder if there were any more surprises.

Studying the fallen man at his feet, he picked up the gun and examined it, recognizing it as Taurus PT 99 handgun. He checked the magazine, noticing that there were 11 rounds left before slamming it back into place. He was about to continue on his way when something about the gun caught his attention. The civilian models of the Taurus could only hold up to 10 rounds, yet this held 11 with shots already fired. Shaking his head, he decided to worry about where the man had gotten the gun later, and worry about staying alive and free for now.

He started running, hoping to make it back to the hideout but instead almost ran into four more armed men, these one's each packing assault rifles. The men seemed just as startled as he was as only one of them managed to level his rifle toward him. Before he could fire Bane kicked the gun upwards and surged forward, grasping the barrel and ripping the rifle out of the gunner's hands, tossing it to the side as he shifted to take a rifle butt to the shoulder, kicking out at the man who'd just hit him before lashing out to the side and hitting a third man in the jaw, sending him to the ground as the fourth aimed his rifle for Bane's leg, firing a three round burst that Bane just barely managed to avoid. The first man pulled out a long combat knife to replace the rifle, holding the knife with the blade downwards, the sharp end facing Bane as if he actually knew how to use the weapon. He swung up and forward, Bane leaning back to avoid having the steel cut across his face before dropping down and sweeping his leg across the ground, causing the knifeman to fall. He surged up to grab the fourth rifleman by the shoulders, swinging his head forward and smashing it against the man's nose causing it to break with a loud crack followed by a scream as he dropped the rifle and fell to his knees. The other rifleman attacked again, swinging the butt of the gun at Bane's head but he ducked under it and threw his arm up, causing the attacker to lose his grip on the weapon and sending it sailing through the air. In a panic the man attacked again, throwing a punch that Bane easily parried with his left arm then threw a right hook that missed the man by scant millimeters as he ducked under the blow. The attacker countered with a kick that connected with Bane's gut but it didn't faze him as he threw another hook into the man's side and followed it by grabbing the man's arm and pulling him closer, head butting him twice before letting him go. The man managed to stay on his feet as he tried to find his bearings, surprising Bane as the knifeman got to his feet, minus the knife, and ran at Bane who spun and sidestepped, stepping forward and throwing his elbow out at just the right moment to catch the man in the throat with tremendous force, throwing him back several feet as he gurgled through his crushed windpipe. Pain screamed through Bane's back as the last man standing attacked again, stabbing a long combat knife deep into his back. He spun and faced his adversary, easily blocking a second attack before grabbing the man's arm again and twisting it savagely behind his back, snapping it. The man screamed for a second before turning to face Bane again, the knife in his good hand. He rushed Bane who grabbed the man's arm and moved it away from him then flat-palmed the man in the nose with enough force that it shoved the bone cartilage into his brain, instantly killing him.

For the second time he stopped and listened to everything around him, waiting for the next attack to come. When it didn't he scavenged the fallen weapons, unable to recognize what kind of rifles they had been using on him. Pain in his back reminded him of the knife wound there, and the bullet in his arm. Concentrating hard, he failed to hear footsteps softly approach him from behind. As he healed his wounds, another burst of pain entered his back, but this one was different. Mere seconds after the pain appeared it diminished, leaving an odd, foggy feeling in it's midst. He reached back to find the source of the pain and pulled what looked like a dart out of his back as he began to loose feeling in his limbs. He brought the dart up to his eyes for examination, but couldn't lift his arms anymore. Suddenly his legs buckled and his chin hit the ground hard as the darkness of the night finally engulfed him.

October 30, 2006 – 12:18

Chelsey bounded down the steps outside the school, giddy as a… well, schoolgirl. She looked longingly down toward the bus stop, hoping to see a solitary figure, but he wasn't there. She stopped short, almost tripping another student who had to dodge around her and maintain his balance. She stood stock still and stared at the spot, wondering why he wasn't there. Had she scared him off the night before? Had he changed his mind? Had he decided to leave town already? Because of her? She began to pant heavily, her vision clouding as the panic attack started to consume her. Suddenly an arm around her shoulder brought her back to her senses and she began to breath again. She looked to her side to see Rayne looking at her with concern.

"You okay girl?" He asked her softly as Kat appeared on her other side.

"He's…. he's not here… where is he?" Chelsey gasped as soon as she could find her voice.

"What do you mean?" Rayne asked.

"He was supposed to meet me here!" She almost screamed as tears sprung from her eyes.

"Maybe he just had something else to do or something," Kat said trying to calm her down, "maybe he's out looking for a nice present for you or something."

"I-I want to go home," Chelsey said to Rayne, "please just take me home now."

"Chelsey you'll miss cla-" Rayne began before Chelsey cut him off.

"Now!" She did scream this time, causing all of the students around them to stop and stare as Rayne turned bright red.

"Alright, alright, no need to yell," He muttered as the spectators went on about their business, "Jesus… crazy broad."

"Thank you Rayne." Chelsey said as she headed towards the car, Kat and Rayne following her.

The ride home was uneventful and quiet, the silence almost bearing down on them as thoughts roared through Chelsey's mind. She let herself into the house as the other two returned to the school, leaving her alone in her misery. She tried to calm herself as she wandered through the house aimlessly, trapped within herself. She ended up in her bedroom, laying down on the bed and shutting her eyes hard in a vain attempt to stop the tears from flowing. All she could think was that he didn't want to be with her, he didn't feel the same way. She shook her head to clear those thoughts, trying to push her mind in another direction, one with less self-loathing.

Then a new thought sprang to her head, one that she clung to for dear sanity. She remembered him saying that Parasol was after him, and maybe that car accident the other day had led them right to him. That thought branched into two others, either that he had found that he'd been discovered and had to leave before they could catch him, or he had been caught and either killed or kept by the company, preventing him from meeting her.

In a hurry she ran to her computer before really thinking about what she was going to do. She opened an internet browser and started searching through Parasol's main website, slicking on several other pages before she came to realize that it was highly doubtful that the company would post a notice about it finally recapturing an escaped test subject on it's public site. She stopped and breathed heavily for several minutes, slowing down her mind and trying to think rationally. She pulled up another internet browser and started checking the local news pages, thinking that maybe something had happened last night that would give her a clue as to if Bane had been captured yet after two hours of browsing every article on the site she found nothing.

Sitting back in the chair, she put her face in her hands and sobbed loudly, not knowing what to do. There was nothing she could do, not to help him or even try to find him. By the time her tears stopped her eyes were red and burning, the small amount of makeup she'd applied this morning streaking her face black. Finally she got up and headed back into her bedroom, laying on the bed and clutching at her favorite stuffed animal, a large white rabbit with fur more comfortable than her own pillows. Eventually she drifted off into a tormented and troubled sleep.

21:42

Thomas supervised the placing and arming of the first bomb of seven that were to be planted, filled with large samples of the modified virus. For the first hour after the explosions, the viruses would be airborne but after that hour would dissipate, making the only way of infection through bites and scratches from already infected individuals. If all went according to plan, the city would wake up with no knowledge of the horror they were to face.

"Yes sir, they intend to deliver the package to Parasol HQ in Europe, to continue their tests." Aidan said quietly into his earpiece, knowing that if anyone knew what he was doing, he'd be dead in a heartbeat.

"Did you retrieve the blood sample as you were instructed?" A deep voice replied.

"Yes sir I did sir," Aidan replied quickly, eagerly, "I will deliver it to you in person."

"No," The voice said emotionlessly, "you will hand it over to my agent when they arrive there tonight."

"B-but sir, I thought I was to carry this to the end? Wasn't that the plan?"

"You will do what I tell you Mr. Quinn, or our agreement will end… abruptly."

"Y-yes sir." Aidan said, chastised.

"Now as I was saying, you will hand the sample to my agent tonight, you will know who it is then you meet them."

"As you command sir" He replied but found that he was talking to dead air. Shaking his head, he reached into his pocket and felt the vial there, already thinking how he was going to spend the money that he'd earned. All he had to do now was keep quiet and play his part and he was guaranteed a place in the new world when the shit hit the fan.

October 31, 2006 – 04:14

The streets were empty and dark as the truck pulled up to the corner. The man got out of the cab and walked around to the back, grabbing a large bundle and approaching the newspaper dispenser on the corner. Sighing loudly, the man used a quarter to open the machine, then threw the bundle of papers inside, heading back to his truck to drive to the next stop. Suddenly the world around him exploded in a burst of sound and heat, throwing him so hard against his own truck that his spine was shattered. His last sight was a gout of flame, speeding towards him.

All over the city more bombs went off, explosions that were loud for a split second then oddly faded away quickly without a trace, leaving nothing but destruction, dead bodies, and perplexed neighbors in their wake.

Some time passed before a young man, blown several meters away by the blast from one of the bombs, made several attempts to get to his feet. Finally he managed, a gaping hole in his hip causing his walk to be lopsided as he shambled away from the scene. His sightless eyes stared unblinkingly forward as he made his way past building after building, eventually finding his way to Munin High School.

06:30

"Chelsey? It's time to get up." Kat said softly, peeking into Chelsey's bedroom.

"I'm not going to school today." She replied softly, her eyes still sore from her crying the previous day.

"C'mon Chels, it's Halloween, we've been planning our costumes since last year!" Kat insisted.

"Yeah, and last year I was hoping to have someone to wear that costume for, but it didn't happen, now did it?"

"But you do have someone to wear it for now," Kat argued, letting herself into the room and tearing the covers off of her, "just because Bane wasn't there yesterday doesn't mean that he won't be there today. Don't you think that he'll love to see you in what we've put together?"

"Well… yeah but…. What if he's not there?"

"Then you'll still look really damned hot," Kat replied triumphantly, "now get the hell out of bed!"

"Fine!" Chelsey yelled, getting off her bed, "I'm up now, are you happy?"

"Very," Kat said with a grin, "Now go get yourself ready and me and Rayne will meet you downstairs for breakfast."

"Alright, but I'm having a shower first." She finally agreed as Kat turned and left the room. She sighed loudly before noticing the bag Kat had left on her bed. Taking it she turned it upside down and emptied it onto her bed, allowing the dark clothing to scatter across the mattress.

She smiled grimly as she headed to the bathroom, quickly shaving her legs and armpits before washing, then retreated back to her room with her towel wrapped around her. Again she looked at the clothing in front of her, the costume she and Kat had planned after their plans for last years Halloween had been ruined. She discarded her towel and picked up a pair of black vinyl boy-shorts with attached garters. She loved the underwear especially with their little pink bows that sat at the top of each of the garters. She pulled them on then followed with a pair of black silk stockings, using the garters to keep them up. Next she put on the panties matching bra, made of the same black vinyl with a pink bow situated nicely between the slightly padded cups. She twirled around in front of the mirror several times, admiring herself before she picked up her black PVC pleated miniskirt and put it on, the hem falling a little more than halfway down her thighs. She looked at the items remaining on the bed, grabbing one of the thigh-high heeled boots next, the shiny black PVC gliding up her leg from the bottom of the 6" clunky heel which was slightly offset by a 1" platform on the sole of the boot. She laced it up slowly, enjoying the feel of the vinyl on her skin before doing up the three buckles that decorated the length of the boot. She did the same for the other one before standing again, the boots making her noticeably taller.

She giggled happily at the thought of what Bane would say if he saw her wearing all of this, then began to silently thank Kat for forcing her to do this. It didn't matter if he saw her like this, just wearing the clothing made her feel stronger, better, as if she didn't need a man just to make her feel complete. With that mindset, she reached for the studded black leather choker, fastening it tightly around her neck with matching wristbands around each of her wrists. Next were the boot chains, small chains that went around the ankle over each boot with another chain looping in the depression between the heel and sole.

She stared at the last piece that lay on her bed, the black PVC corset. While most modern day corsets had some way to fasten them in the front so they could be put on and taken off by the wearer, she'd purposely ordered this one without any other way to do it up besides the pink lacing in the back. That's not to say, however, that the front had no decoration. On the front were six pairs of D rings, each pair across from each other with a long pink silk ribbon weaving through them to tie into a nice bow at the top. She loved this corset, loved the look and feel of it, but knew that she would need help putting it on.

"Hey Kat!" She called down, "I need your help." She waited until she saw Kat come up the stairs before retreating back into her room before Kat came in.

"Wow…." Was all Kat could get out of her mouth as she looked at her best friend, "You look…. Amazing."

"You don't look half bad yourself Kitty," Chelsey replied with a smile at the skintight cat suit Kat was wearing, complete with tail and a hair band with cat ears on it. She'd done her own hair so it covered her ears, making the car ears look like they could very much be real.

"All I can say is that Rayne really really likes it." Kat replied with a smile and a wink.

"Let's see if I can get the same reaction from Bane if he sees me today. Now help me with the corset." Chelsey said, holding the article of clothing in question up to her body and turning her back to Kat. Kat slowly, patiently laced up the corset, making sure it wasn't too loose nor too tight, before finishing it with a beautifully elaborate knot.

"You do realize that I won't have a chance of untying this thing with it in a knot like that, don't you?" She said to Kat as she examined Kat's work in the mirror.

"Yup," Kat replied with a smile, "and now there won't be anymore complaining from you… I hope. Now get your ass downstairs."

"Let me just grab my coat and do my makeup, I don't think the teachers at school would appreciate me walking into class like this."

"Very true. But get a move on. We have to leave."

"Yes ma'am."

Aidan hadn't slept all night, waiting for the agent. Everyone that passed by him he'd stare at, wondering if they were the one. Yet they never came, and he was having trouble staying awake.

He hadn't even realized that he'd fallen asleep when a women's voice sounded from behind him.

"I really must speak to him about who he trusts," she mused loudly, "this one can't even stay awake."

"What? No, I wasn't asleep, I was just… resting… my eyes…" He tried to defend himself lamely.

"Whatever, just hand it over."

"Wait, how do I know you're the one?" Aidan asked, his hand already in his picket to retrieve the vial.

"I don't have time for twenty questions right now idiot." The woman snapped quickly, holding her hand out to him.

"Where's my money?"

"Listen kid, whatever you got going with the boss, he takes care of all that, it's not for me to deal with. Just hand over the sample."

"I want my money." Aidan insisted, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Damnit kid, now I've gotta do something I really didn't want to." Without warning, the woman pulled a silenced pistol from a thigh holster beneath her dress and shot once. Aidan felt the bullet enter his chest and went cold, knowing now that he'd been betrayed. He felt the woman digging through his pockets, removing the vial from it's place, "Game over kid… sorry."