Resident Evil: Searching for the Truth

Chapter 4 of my Resident Evil story, enjoy.

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Disclaimer: Resident Evil belongs to Capcom.

Chapter 4: The Mad Mastermind

The two women began to walk away from their safe house. As they did so they looked around and finally Lydia spoke.

"Okay, we need to find some way of getting out of here. Obviously there is a wall around the city now due to quarantine; so, we need to find another way." She sighed. "This is gonna be like looking for a needle in a haystack, where should we start?"

Cashmere shrugged. "I say we just try and find other survivors. There must be some somewhere; they're more likely to know a way out; if they live here of course."

Lydia nodded. "Sounds good to me; okay, let's go, we'll head this way."

They headed off; going in the opposite direction of the route they had taken to reach and come from the hospital. They kept their weapons at the ready, expecting B.O.W.s to jump out from anywhere. Sure enough, two streets later they found themselves confronted by infected crows and Cerberi. They immediately took aim and began their careful movements. Attempting to slip past the B.O.W.s, hoping they could sneak past without firing a shot. Suddenly however; one Cerberi turned its head, smelling them.

"Shit." Cashmere muttered and both women ran.

The Cerberi pursued as the crows swarmed overhead. Neither woman opened fire yet, not wanting to risk missing their targets.

They continued to run, looking for a way out. Occasionally they turned and fired a shot, making sure they hit their target before running. Yet only two crows were dead and three Cerberi. There were also two injured Cerberi but nothing else. The new virus was clearly making them that much stronger. While Cashmere still found herself wishing she had worn different clothing; she was relieved that both she and Lydia had chosen sensible shoes to wear at least.

"There!" Lydia cried.

Cashmere looked at where she was pointing; it was a large building, looking like some sort of warehouse. Definitely not the most ideal location, it screamed 'trap', but anything was better than being chased. They hurried over and reached a partially open door; they squeezed inside and quickly slammed it shut, barricading it to keep out the Cerberi and crows. They both fought to catch their breath and looked around. They were in some sort of dank corridor. It was then they saw they were not alone; infected bats were on the ceiling and were ready to pounce. Immediately they prepared themselves, as the bats flew in as a swarm they opened fire before ducking low and spinning around, staying in the middle of the corridor. They opened fire again; they couldn't take risks in leaving the bats arrive, unless they wanted them to sneak up on them later. Finally they were able to kill the rest of the bats and quickly reloaded.

Once they were ready Cashmere turned to Lydia.

"From one disaster into another." She commented wryly. "Tell you what; next time we have to make a drastic choice…Let me make it, okay."

Lydia cracked a smile. "Fine by me, let's just see…what's in here."

They both advanced slowly towards the end of the corridor. They reached the door and slowly opened it; it was old and wooden and the hinges creaked due to rust. They cringed and then slowly entered the main room of the warehouse, guns drawn. The room was practically empty; a large balcony surrounded the room, offering a second floor to the building. They slowly advanced, noting that the room seemed empty. Suddenly they stopped; a cold ringing laughter sounded from the balcony.

"These are the so called intruders." A figure remarked darkly. "A pair of sluts."

Cashmere glared. "Come down here and say that, prick." She spat.

Lydia also glared.

"You have no right to call us that, what are you, some creep."

The man laughed again. "Really; I'd say your clothes beg to differ and prove me right. No matter, as for who I am…I am the Master of this great new town."

As he spoke the man stepped forwards, revealing his appearance. He was tall; Caucasian, around forty-two, with slick blonde hair, blue eyes and a toned build. He was dressed smartly in a pair of black suit pants; a white shirt; black tie; a black jacket; black socks and black shoes.

Both women glared at this man, particularly due to his derogatory manner towards them.

"Who the hell are you?" Cashmere snapped.

The man glared back. "I am Francis Biggs; once a member of Umbrella; until I realized they couldn't comprehend my genius."

As he spoke a smirk spread across his face as he continued to speak, slowly revealing what looked like clear madness in him.

"I decided to show them just how good I am. I unleashed my personal creation; T-Veronica. Now I have my own perfect town, all the creations here are mine. There are those loyal to me, they know what I am capable off; they know I am the ultimate person."

He held his hand out to them.

"I will forgive you for trespassing on my land; if you join me now." He told them. "Come, join me and you'll be part of my new world…a world of perfection, where those worthless fools will be removed from the picture; unable to stop us."

They both looked at each other; shocked by this.

Cashmere was the first to voice their disbelief. "Is this guy for real?"

"Joining Umbrella; joining you, sounds like the same thing to me." Lydia spat back. "You both want nothing more than to play God; well we won't have any part of that; we will stop you."

Francis glared at them as Lydia gave their reply; it was clear he was extremely angry.

Finally he shook his head.

"I thought you were smarter than this." He snarled; his voice becoming much darker and more dangerous. "So be it; Nosferatu; come and eat; I've got two pretty ones for you this time."

As he spoke they froze as they saw what was clearly a more enhanced B.O.W. emerged from the shadows. The creature that emerged was grotesque; with grey decaying skin and seemed to lack real arms. Ragged pants with belts wrapped around both legs and three large bladed appendages stuck out from its body. One where the right arm should be; one from the white shoulder and one from the stomach; there was also a red hole in its chest. They knew now, they were in for a dangerous fight; one that they would have to either fight or flee.

End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.