Author's Notes: Well...it took three and a half years, but I was finally able to update hehe. Please enjoy the continuing adventures of Resident Evil, relived by the group's miniture counterparts.
Chibi Elementary Chapter 2
All is calm and peaceful at Raccoon City Elementary. The only form of movement, a flag fluttering in the soft afternoon breeze. This soon changes when a bell rings, and the front doors of the school immediatly burst open as hundreds of kids storm out with joy, ready to enjoy their weekend.
The last students to exit were the members of S.T.A.R.S. Jill skipped out the door happily, "It's the weekend!" she cheered, all the members behind her smiling at her carefree nature. However, as the school became silent once again, nobody knew of the horror that would transpire there that night.
Inside the school's massive playground, a devious transaction was taking place as the school's janitor Ozwell E. Spencer handed over a large ring of keys, "Thank you," a small blond kid with sunglasses grinned.
Spencer smirked, "No, thank you," he said as Wesker handed him a bottle of whiskey he stole from his parents.
As Wesker, Birkin, and HUNK walked inside of the school, the blond pulled out a walkie-talkey, "Alright Alfred, are you at Kevin Dooley's house?" he asked. On the other line the effeminate man gave confirmation, "Ok, I want you to let most of the air out of the front right tire of his dad's van." As that was being done, HUNK began locking most of the doors in the school so that there was only one way in and out as they continued down the hall towards Jame's Marcus's classroom.
Over at the gymnasium, dozens of kids were practicing a variety of sports for their teams, failing to realize that chains were being wrapped around the gym's doors, courtisey of Alexia and Annette.
Upon reaching Marcus's classroom, Wesker, Birkin, and HUNK peeked in to see the long-haired teacher in the classroom's science lab, huddled over a tank of leeches. Wesker grinned, "Marcus is the only adult left in the school. Once he is out of the way, it will be easy to fufill our plan."
Birkin quickly noticed somethig odd, "Is he...is he talking to the leeches?"
All three stared agasp as Marcus began petting the slimey leechs in the tank affectionatly, "You are my pretties aren't you? Yes you are yes you are," he said in a motherly tone resulting in a shiver from the three looking in.
"Ok HUNK, you got your gun ready?" Wesker asked the boy and after getting a nod Wesker pushed open the door, "Go!"
Marcus quickly turned towards the door as it flew open, only to recieve a bunch of annoying shots to the head with rubber balls from a NERF gun. Marcus raised an eyebrow at HUNK, "Hunk? What are you doing here after hours, and why are you shooting me with a toy?" he asked. As he took a step forward, he accidently stepped on one of the discarded rubber balls, resulting in him flying back and smacking his head on the table.
As he began to lose conciousness, he tilted his head towards the door as two more of his students walked in, "Aww so sorry Marcus" Wesker cooed and Birkin grinned at the fallen man,
"Looks like we'll be taking over now," he said before erupting in a mocking laughter,
"Wesker...Birkin..." Marcus muttered before he lost conciousness.
Inside the Umbrella Corporation's secret lab in the school's locker room, Annette and Alexia were busy packing several vials of rabies into an empty propane tank. They rigged the tank so that like propane, the rabies would start out as a liquid but would come out of the tank as a gas. A very dangerous and contangious gas.
As Alfred Ashford began walking up towards the school after completing his mission, he passed by Spencer who had Marcus's unconsious body thrown over his shoulder, "Where are you taking Mr. Marcus?"
"Wesker said he was gonna get in the way, so i'm gonna go lock him up in the school shed." That was a good enough answer for Alfred as he walked in and joined the rest of the team in the school's security room.
Wesker smirked as he watched through the monitors. All of the children who were after school for extra curricular activities were pounding helplessly on the various doors, trying to escape. The plan was going perfect, all the doors were locked, the phone lines cut off, and currently Annette was sliding the propane tank into the school's ventilation shaft. Once this virus spread through the whole school, it would be a living nightmare. Quickly and wordlessly all of the members of the Umbrella Corporation walked out of the school with sick grins on their faces.
"Tonight the S.T.A.R.S team falls" Wesker said. Everyone began to laugh.
An hour later inside a random house, a woman was humming away as she cut up some carrots for a stew. Her husband walked in, "Sweety, i'm going to go pick up our daughter from basketball practice, okay?"
"Ok Honey," the wife replied before the phone rang.
The man calmly answered it, "Hello?" On the other end an automated message began to play, compliments of Wesker.
"Greetings Mr. and Mrs. Ashcroft, we are proud to tell you that your daughter has won an award for basketball, and will be taken to a suprise award ceremony that will last until tommorow. Congratulations on your child's accomplishment Mr. and Mrs. Ashcroft...ok Birkin I'm done. Now how do you turn this friggin thing o-".
The message abruptly cut off and Mr. Ashcroft raised an eyebrow as he hung up the phone, "Who was that dear?"
"Um...it looks like Alyssa isn't going to be joining us this evening," he muttered as he walked away from the phone. In fact, dozens of parents got similiar phone calls, all a way to stop anybody from checking out the school.
At precisely 8PM the phone inside the Dooley houshold rang, and a middle aged woman with trailer trash attire and dark circles under her eyes picked up, "Hello?" she muttered before hacking up a lugi.
"...Hi Mrs. Dooley. Is Kevin there?" Wesker asked on the other end.
"Yeah, hold one a sec. Kevin! Get your ass down here! You have a phone call!" she screamed. Seconds later, Kevin raced down the stairs and swipped the phone from his mom.
"Hello!" Kevin said happilly.
Wesker cleared his throat, "Kevin, its Wesker. There have been strange reports from the school about children not coming home, and as the S.T.A.R.S team it is our duty to investigate."
Kevin's shoulders slumped, "Aww come on Wesker, Pokemon starts in an hour and I-"
"Just get your ass in gear. I want your Bravo team to move out immediately!" Wesker yelled, cutting him off. Kevin immediatly stood in attention even though he was the only one in the room.
"Yes sir!" he saluted the phone before hanging it up and running into his living room.
The room was dark except for the light coming from a crappy TV. A fat bald man sat in a recliner, clad only in a T-shirt and boxers as he snacked away at a bowl of popcorn, "Dad, can you drive me and my friends to the school?"
The dad growled, continuing to watch The Honeymooners, "What for?" he muttered.
Kevin twiddled his thumbs, "Well, you know how I told you that I'm part of S.T.A.R.S? Well something bad happend at the school and we need to investigate."
The dad sighed, "Oh God, not that retarded rescue squad again. Look, I'm watching Jackie Gleason, so take a hike would ya."
Kevin pouted until his mom walked into the room and stood in front of the dad, "Oh you no good piece of deadbeat shit. Why don't you get your ass off of that couch and spend some time with your son for once!" she roared. The man growled, immediately standing up from his chair, popcorn crumbs rolling off his fat gut as he stormed into the kitchen and grabbed his car keys.
Thirty minutes later, inside a dirty old van sat Richard Aikens, Edward Dewey, Enrico Marini, Kenneth Sullivan, little Rebbeca Chambers, and Kevin Dooley, whose dad grumbled, driving along the dim streets of the town.
"Ok, so whats the situation?" team leader Enrico asked Kevin.
"Well, Wesker says that there is some strange activity going on at the school tonight, and we need to check it out." Rebecca physically shuddered in her seat and Enrico put a comforting hand on her shoulder.
"Don't worry Rebecca, everything is going to be ok."
Suddenly, as the van pulled into the view of the school, the front right tire of the van instantly burst. Everyone screamed as the van skidded up a curb and came to a stop. As everyone tried to catch their breaths, Kevin's dad smacked the steering wheel, "God damnit! You piece of crap!" he screamed at the van. He threw open the door and pulled open the back seat, "Alright you little brats, everybody out!" he screamed. Everyone quickly scrambled from their seats and onto the sidewalk.
Kevin's dad continued to curse under his breath while pulling out a tire iron and jack. Enrico noticed the school about 100 yards away, "Mr. Dooley, may we please go to the school real quick?"
Mr. Dooley yelped as the jack pinched his finger, "Yeah sure whatever, get lost." But when everyone began to leave he instantly grabbed his son's collar, "Not you Kevin. You stay here and help me with this piece of junk van your mom insist we buy."
"Aww," Kevin pouted but said nothing further. Bravo team looked at him with sympathy.
Wanting to waste no further time they quickly sprinted towards the school. However, unbeknownest to the team, several pairs of crimson colored eyes glared at the group as they began to walk onto the elementary school's front lawn.
As they closed in on the front door, the creatures with the crimson eyes pounced, and the screams of terror went unheard by all but Kevin into the unforgiving night.
An hour later the scene sets on the various roads of the town as yet another van speeds across the desolate suburbs, its destination once again Raccoon Elementary.
A stern voice broke the silence of the van's trek, "Alpha Team is driving around the suburbs, located in southwest Raccoon Town, where we are searching for the van of our compatriates, Bravo Team. They...disappeared in the middle of their-"
"Chris! Shut up," Wesker growled, glaring at the seat in front of him, currently occupied by Chris Refield.
Next to Chris sat Jill, who put a comforting arm around the pouting boy.
"Aww come on, I think it adds suspence," Barry argued in the back seat next to Joseph. In the driver's seat sat a smiling petite woman, Mrs. Vickers, who hummed a simple tune with her son sitting next to her.
"So what are you little cuties playing tonight?" she asked happily.
Brad groaned, "Mom! We aren't playing, this is a serious search and rescue mission," he whined. His mother chuckled and patted his head.
After another five minutes of Brad's mom humming away without a care in the world, Wesker tapped Brad's shoulder, "Brad, your mother seems a little too...cheerfull," he whispered in his ear.
Brad chuckled awkwardly, "She's taking a new medication for migranes, and the side-effects make her a little 'out there'."
The mom suddenly turned her head towards Wesker, "Why hello there Mr. President," she cooed. Everyone in the car stared at her, their eyes wide and mouths slightly ajar.
As Wesker sat back in his seat and attempted to drown out the annoying hums, a camera lens was suddenly held up to his face, compliments of Jospeh Frost.
"Hey Wesker, anything you wanna say to the camera?"
Wesker groaned. He really hated giving that friggin thing to Frost, but the team wanted visual evidence of all the kick ass things they had accomplished, and Joesph was the only one that didn't mind carrying the stupid contraption around.
The van soon turned onto the school's street, and the headlights illuminated the form of Kevin Dooley as he attempted to flag down Brad's van from his place in the middle of the road.
The team breathed a sigh of relief, "Ok, you can stop here Mrs. Vickers," Wesker calmly stated, but his eyes began to widen as the van speed never began to decrease, "Uh, you can stop now Mrs. Vickers. Stop please. Stop! OH MY GOD!" Wesker screamed as the van slammed into Kevin's shocked form and sent him skidding across the pavement.
The van abruptly stopped and Brad's mom frowned slightly, "Oh dear, I think I hit the lucky charms leprechan," she said sadly. The team wasted no time exiting the van and running to there downed teamate.
"Holy crap Kevin, are you alright?" Chris asked.
Kevin gave a weak thumbs up, "I thi-think so. Don't worry about me, you gotta go after Bravo Team. They went to the school and then I heard screams." The team looked at each othe and nodded before looking back down at Kevin.
"Don't worry Kevin, we'll get the team and be back soon," Jill reassured the dazed kid before they all piled into the van and drove off.
Kevin's head fell back down onto the pavement as he lost consiousness. "Kevin, can you hand me the socket wrench?" Mr. Dooley asked from underneath the car, completely unaware of his son's current condition.
Moments later, Brad's van turned into the school's parking lot, and instead of gracefully stopping in a parking space, it inched further until the vehicle hopped the curb and came to a stop, "Jesus lady! Who gave you a driver's liscense?" Wesker rudely questioned his friend's mother.
The mother in response pinched Wesker's cheek, "Oh, you are the cutest little girl I've ever seen," she cheered. The blond sighed before exiting the van with the rest of his team.
Walking to the back, Brad popped open the van's rear door and everyone picked up a pellet gun, shaped like a standard issue beretta 9mm. That is except for Barry who pulled out a high velocity BB gun, shaped like a 44 magnum.
"Sweet," he purred to his gun.
Brad groaned, "We-Wesker, Principal Irons said we aren't allowed to have anything that looks like a weapon on school property."
Wesker growled, "Relax chickenheart, it's after hours, who's gonna stop us? Besides, your staying with the van so your mom doesn't do something crazy, like slash her own tires or something."
Vickers nodded in agreement, and the team carefully paced themselves onto the front grounds of the school, the grass wet with dew from an eariler watering by the sprinklers. Even though most of the team was nervous about their destination, Joseph Frost was happily videotaping the landscape, "Do-do-do, I love my videocamera, yes I do!" he cheered.
A twig snapping near his location caused him to quickly turn around. His video camera instantly set upon a simple squirrel, staring at the video camera innocently.
Joseph smiled, "Why hello there little squirrel, do you have something to say to the camera?" he asked happily, but didn't get the response he expected as the little critter's eyes began to glow an unearthly red as it let out a menacing hiss.
Joesph's screams echoed across the landscape, alerting the attention of his team who sprinted towards his location in time to see Frost frantically attempting to pry several ravenous squirrels from his body.
"Oh no!" Jill screamed as her and the rest of the team began to fire their pellets at the beasts. Unfortunately for Joesph, their aim, in addition to the squirrel's rapid movements, caused most of the pellets to hit home on Joseph's flesh.
"Ouch! Ow you assholes, stop shooting!" he screamed, the pain of the squirrels and constant barrage of pellets beginning to make him feel light-headed.
With a thump, Joesph fell to the ground unconsious, and the squirrels slowly turned to eye the rest of the group.
"Meep," Jill murmered, before the whole group began to dash back to the parking lot, taking occasional pop shots at the crazed mammals.
Back in the van, Brad's mom was currently chewing on the steering wheel, "Mmm chocolate," she purred into it. Brad sighed beside her. His heart stopped when he saw his friends dashing towards them, the crazed squirrels close behind.
His natural cowardice took over and he violently shook his mom's shoulder, "Mom, we gotta get outta here now!"
His mom smiled at him, "What for dear?" she asked sweetly.
Brad thought of something extreme, knowing his mom would believe him in her current doped up state, "Theres a whole group of um...ninjas after us!" he yelled.
His mom frowned, "Oh dear," she muttered, before she started the van, doing a reverse 180, and speeding out of the parking lot.
Chris looked at the recedding van in shock, "Brad! Where the hell's he going?" he screamed. A squirrel dove onto his back.
As it was about to dig in, Wesker quickly shot it off, "Chris, this way!" he yelled as they began to sprint back towards the school.
"Head for the school," Chris cried out to the group. They stormed through the doors and into the world of survival horror.
Author's Notes: I tried to make it as accurate to the real games as possible, while still trying to make it believable with kids. Please tell me your favorite parts, and any suggestions about how I should re-enact any of the scenes from the first game. Thanks.