Um… hi there. I haven't done anything in here for quite some time again, and I thought I would update this thing for the first tie in ages. Remember I'm also doing my genre fling as well… so let's try the horror genre. And what better way to show off the horror genre than give you something with- zombies? Yep. And a little bit of a video game a lot of people know about.
24. Horror
Since when did Amity have to deal with both zombies and ghosts?
No one had ever seen anything like this since the Raccoon City incident. The only reason Amity was on the map and a hot spot in the news now was because it didn't have very many citizens left in it. Either they had fled or they were completely destroyed by the T-virus now sweeping the city. It was impossible to say who would have come back to fight the gruesome zombies or move as far away as possible. He could not help but fly over the city and shudder in disgust at the number of citizens-turned-undead creatures. The funny thing was, it wasn't even his fault this time.
His feet touched the rooftop, crossing his arms and scowling at the zombies roaming the streets and moaning like the typical B-rated movie. "This is like a horror film gone wrong," he mumbled to himself, shaking his head. "Disgusting. They're even wielding those damned shotguns or hatchets or whatever they are."
"What's the matter in ruling a city of the undead? In essence, you're ruling a city of the immortal then."
The body turned around, eyes narrowing at the sight of another man on the same roof. "Hmph. You again. I could have sworn that you had called off the meeting with Masters for a good reason. Why the hell did I have to come here when there's no point in roaming around with a city full of… zombies? Honestly, I don't know what the point is in anyone coming to this city anymore- much less live here." He scowled. "You told me you would explain what happened, so start explaining!"
Night had fallen on Amity Park, but he didn't bother to reach for his sunglasses. "I don't have to explain anything to you," he responded casually. "If you're going to treat me like dirt, there's no point in actually telling you what has occurred to make these citizens how they are now." He took a step forward. "By the way, I never caught your name. Thought Masters was going to drop by, but I see his lackey decided to come instead. He's not scared by all of this, is he?"
"Masters tends to be a little bit of the queasy side," he admitted, disgruntled by the being's questioning observation. "But that's not the point." He rolled his eyes. "The name is Vlad Plasmius, but keep it at Plasmius for short. It makes everyone's life easier, if you understand what I mean." A smirk unfurled on his features. "You got a name?"
His companion returned the sneer and looked towards the undead below them. "It wouldn't make much of a difference if you knew it right now, to be perfectly honest. If you make it through this encounter, tell Masters that he can come and find me face-to-face next time. I hate the people that a worker sends to these sorts of things. Kind of annoys me, if you know what I mean." His fingers cracked slightly. "You ever seen anything like this in your life, Plasmius?"
The half-ghost scowled at the gesture. "I've seen ghosts, if that's what you're implying. You do realize you're in the ghost capital of the world right now, correct? You wouldn't have seen zombies before this last week." He laughed dryly. "I'm sure that breaks your heart in multiple places." Tiny magenta sparks flared from his hands. "Now, tell me. What happened here?"
"So eager to discover the master plan, are we?" the other man replied calmly. "Hmmm. I'll tell you something that happened here. An infamous virus that Umbrella managed to get into a system of some sort somehow infected your town. Not quite sure how- no, I'm sorry. I am sure how. I just don't feel like telling you."
Plasmius growled. This guy was trying his patience. "You'd better tell me."
Zombies groaned below, making for a sort of monotonous hum in the background. Fires licked distant buildings, coming closer and closer to not only FentonWorks, but to the destination of the two men that were speaking as if on pins and needles. The hybrid's hands flared with pink energy. "If you won't tell me, I'll make this a bit more than a stupid conversation between two business men!"
Eyes behind the sunglasses gleamed happily. He looked ready for a challenge. "Is that a threat, Plasmius?" he questioned tauntingly.
He fired a ghost ray in his foe's direction, followed by a hopefully swift punch to the stomach- only to find that he had disappeared.
Out of nowhere, a fist landed in his gut, followed by an elbow to the face and a jarring knee straight up. Plasmius' eyes widened in shock at this- a human with that kind of speed had to be something special. He couldn't retaliate; immediately, he found himself being dragged by his cape, flung up, and slam hard into the rooftop where he stood. Snarling and lashing out, Plasmius' fiery hand smacked against skin and felt the hands drop. His vision cleared, he could clearly spot the business male in front of him grabbing his arm. His foot came forth, slamming into his solar plexus and taking him out under his feet.
'He can't be a human. Maybe he's some wretchedly powerful zombie or something.'
His voice was tight, garbled in his throat. "What the hell are you? Who are you?!"
The body was close to his face again, sunglasses slipping off to reveal a pair of red slits and a malicious smile forming on his face. "I'm not as human as you thought I was, Plasmius. I've become something more powerful than any ghost, human, or half-ghost creature could ever hope to become. I've become… immortal."
"Impossible! No one is immortal!"
He leaned away and snorted, the smile still lingering on his lips. "And I suppose you know of another human that has super speed, super strength, regenerating abilities, and the one simple fact that I know about the city and myself." He glanced down at the zombies now eating what appeared to be a living, screaming female, rolled his eyes, and turned back to the half-ghost on the roof. "They're all infected with the T-virus."
Suddenly, it clicked. Plasmius' eyes widened with shock. It couldn't be true. He stood up slowly and faced the other human with a dumbfounded look on his face. "W-what? But- what business do you have here?! Why infect this city?"
"They have ghosts coming in and out of portals, you fool. Why infect just humans when you can also infect ghosts?"
Plasmius stared at him hardly. "So- you really are him."
The sunglasses slipped back on, voice smug with pride. "You can call me Albert Wesker, Plasmius. Or should I say- Masters?"
There was a loud scream as something sounding distinctly like flesh being ripped from a body was heard. Wesker gave a sadistic smile.
Plasmius blinked. 'Oh, shit.'
WESKER IS SCARY AND BADA--. Okay, I'm good. Yes, I did a Danny Phantom cross with the video game of surivial horror, Resident Evil. Oddly enough, I think this would make a really decent crossover. Psycho zombies, ghosts of craziness, creepy half ghost, sadistic man with superhuman powers- I think it would all work out in the end. And besides- who would not love to see Wesker see Danny for the first time? -grins-