Resident Evil: Fall from Grace

AN: I know I said I would update The Sea Princess. But my muse for it has not returned as of yet. Fret not. It WILL get updated sooner or later. I do not own Resident Evil, sadly. If so, I would've made Wesker live until 6 to see Jake and Wesker duke it out! But again, it's owned by Capcom. Hope you enjoy and please review. It really helps. WILL NOT APPRECIATE FLAMING! If you don't like this story, LEAVE! Also I am going to be adding my own supernatural twist to the series. So hopefully, you will still enjoy it.


12:41 pm

Raccoon City

August 15, 1997

The city of Raccoon was bustling with street activity, people going to and fro towards different places or they were just out for a casual stroll in the sunny afternoon. The park was just as busy, kids having their last days of fun before heading back to school in a couple of days. Their teachers already had their Open House night at the local schools, so all they had to do was wait while they made their future plans. As for the officers at the Raccoon City Police Department, things had been at a lull for awhile, especially for the elite team known as S.T.A.R.S. (Special Tatics and Rescue Squad) The Alpha Teams were hard at work, typing up reports from the past incidents they were involved... or at least, they were trying to. If there was one thing they hated most, it was those fucking reports. And what was worse... Chief Irons was more than just being his usual asshole self, barking at everyone for everything little thing that happened, much to the annoyance of one Christopher Redfield and to the fright of poor Bradley "Chickenheart" Vickers. Both Alpha and Bravo Team knew to stay away from his office when he was in one of those moods. Yet, the only one who didn't seem to fear Irons was Albert Wesker, Captain of the STARS Alpha Team.

Chris didn't know how he was not afraid of Irons. But he was not scared of him either. In fact, there were a few times in the past where the two got in each other's faces and it took Captain Wesker and Jill Valentine to make them back off each other, especially Chris since Jill and the others of Alpha didn't want him to lose his job that he wanted to get into so badly after he was discharged from the Air Force. Shaking his head of such thoughts, Chris got back to work at the computer with a deep sigh.

"Bored too?" Jill asked from the desk in front of him.

"Yeah. I wonder what Irons has up his ass that's making him so pissy," Chris nods back to her before shifting his eyes towards the Chief's closed door.

"He's always had something up his ass. It's just double that and up further," Joseph Frost smirked from the desk across, causing some of the others around him to snicker quietly.

Chris cracked a bit of a smile. Leave it to Frost to know how to make people laugh. He was the 'class clown' type of guy. Whatever was bothering either one of them or all of them, Joseph seemed to find a way to make the day better for them with either his wit or shenanigans. One time, Joseph and Edward Dooey from Bravo put a firecracker in Brad's desk. Never before had anyone seen Brad jump so high out of his seat. When it was over, the rest of the guys had doubled over in laughter, holding their sides or on their butts in laughing hysterics. Of course, Joseph and Edward got a lecture by their respective Captains and let off with a warning before being told to clean up their mess.

Just then, Forest Speyer and Kenneth Sullivan of Bravo entered the door, carrying what looked like different containers of food from a local restaurant. "Lunch is-a served!" Forest grinned in his best Italian accent.

"Nice timing, you two," Barry said, getting up with the rest of the team to help themselves to their meal orders. "I'm starving."

"You're always starving, Barry. You're like a bottomless pit when it comes to food," Joseph sniggered, grabbing his box of teriyaki wings.

"I thought that was you, Joseph. I distinctly remember you had that contest with Chris and Forest here on who can down the most spicy wings without water," Barry smirked back at him, causing the team to laugh and Joseph blush out of embarrassment. And it was he who had wimped out first, he mentally added much to his chagrin.

The door to the Alpha Captain's office open and out came Wesker, adjusting his sunglasses. "I thought I heard you children out here."

Chris gave a mocking gasp of shock. "Oh my god, he lives!"

"Don't make me double your P.T. sessions, Redfield," Wesker spoke back coolly while taking his Caesar salad and penne pasta with marinara sauce on top.

Chris just snorted and mumbled "Whatever" and took a box that had rice and chopped pieces of steak on top before returning to his seat, along with the rest of the team after obtaining their meals. He only did not get along with Irons, but Wesker and Chris rarely saw eye to eye. Not to mention during P.T. sessions, the two were more competitive than Chris and Forest in a shootout at the firing range. It was worse when the two would go at it during combat training. Being the stubborn one he was, Redfield refused to give in, although Wesker would have the upper hand.

As they ate, Wesker's desk phone would ring. "Captain Wesker," he would answer and listened for a moment. Some of the team stopped eating, listening in for a moment. "Alright. We'll get on it." Hanging up, he turned to his team. "Another robbery."

"Shit, that makes six this week," Joseph said with a sigh.

Lately, there had been a string of robberies lately. Wallets had been emptied of money and left behind just feet away from the crime scene. No cards were taken or anything else. But the strange thing was that no one had seen their wallets get snatched. It was a weird case, even for Alpha team. But nonetheless, they had a job to do.

"Burton, Valentine, Redfield, with me," Wesker said, rising from his desk and grabbing his vest, shrugging it on.

Nodding and quickly their meals, said trio also grabbed a bit of their gear and headed out to the location of where the crime was reported.


Arriving on the scene, there stood a male outside the local cafe, Linda's House of Coffee. He had short brown hair and was possibly in his mid thirties. When the four would arrive, he slumped in relief. "Thank god you guys got my call."

"So tell us what happened," Jill said, placing a hand on her left hip.

"I was just coming out after ordering my coffee and took a seat right over there in the corner." The man would point towards one of the chairs near one of the few tables that were out in front. "I had my wallet in my left front pocket and I had just sat down to read the paper. I thought I felt a slight tug in my pocket and looked down. That's when I saw my wallet was missing, but I didn't see anyone run away!"

"That's odd..." Barry muttered, rubbing his bearded chin in thought.

"You'd think someone would've seen something or someone," Chris nodded to Barry in agreement.

"I can't believe this...! I had fifty dollars in my wallet and now it's gone!" The male groaned, running a hand through his hair as he began to slightly pace, obviously in distress.

"Calm down. We'll find it and catch the thief that took it," Jill said, placing a hand on the man's shoulder in assurance.

"Thank you," the man gave a slight smile before heading back inside the cafe, leaving the four to think things over. From what they had gathered, no one had spotted anyone near the male or any of the recent robberies that had taken place. Whoever this person was, they were good at what they did, as much as they hated to admit.

"So what do we do, Captain?" Jill would turn to Wesker, who placed a hand to his chin as he mulled over an idea that could help turn this situation in their favor.

"First let's find the man's wallet and then we'll figure out what to do," the Captain spoke up. "Let's split up. Burton, you're with me. Valentine, Redfield, head the other direction and see if you can find anything. We'll meet back here in half an hour if nothing is found."

The other three nodded in agreement before splitting off from each other. As they did, however... a set of innocent emerald green eyes would watching from the shadows of the alleyway nearby. In small hands was the wallet that was stolen. Dressed in only a hooded jacket, the small figure crept over and placed the wallet back on the same table the man sat before quickly darting away. Reaching the safety of the shadows, the figure dug out the fifty dollars and smiled a bit. "Enough for food and maybe clothes." The tone was that of a young girl, yet it was quiet and soft. Placing it back into the pocket of her torn up jeans, she raised her hood again and set off to follow the first pair, Valentine and Redfield.


With said pair, Chris and Jill were looking in the vicinity of the cafe, hoping to find any traces of the wallet. "I still can't get over something. How can anyone snatch a wallet and not be seen?" Jill would ask him, raising an eyebrow.

"I don't know. But they won't get away with it for long," Chris replied, determination lighting up in his chocolate brown eyes. When he had joined S.T.A.R.S., he wanted to make a difference. He wanted to do anything to help his hometown and also... he needed the money for his sister, Claire's education during her time at college. Without it, the two would be on the streets or separated from each other.

Coming to the beginning of downtown Raccoon, the search had continued as it shifts to Barry and Wesker. The men had searched every nook and cranny near the cafe, but nothing had come up. It had been twenty minutes already, ten minutes until they had to meet back up with Chris and Jill. "Should we go ahead and meet back with those two?" Barry would ask. "I don't see it anywhere."

Wesker hated to admit it, but he had a point. Their search was beginning to look like a wild goose chase. As he began to speak to Barry, he felt something tug in his pocket. Slapping a hand to his right front pocket, he felt something... his wallet was gone. Looking around, that's when he spotted a small figure in a hooded jacket. "Barry, look!" He pointed out before going towards the figure. "Hey!"

The figure gasped, realizing she had been spotted, before taking off at a sprint with the two men close in pursuit. "Stop!" Barry barked out as Wesker radioed for Chris and Jill.

"Chris! Jill! We found the thief! They're on the run! Heading down Jackson Street! Get over here NOW!" the Captain barked into his radio and got a quick response from Jill, confirming they were on their way. The figure weaved through the crowd on the sidewalk while Wesker and Barry had to push through them to keep up. They would run towards another alleyway and saw the figure dashing up a fire escape. The two started after her, but that's when things got weird; the girl suddenly stretched out a hand, palm outward, and several garbage cans suddenly fell in Barry's direction, causing him to trip up and fall face first into the pavement.

"Barry!" The Captain made to go back, but Barry quickly spoke up as he struggled to get up.

"No! Captain, go! Don't lose 'em!"

With a nod, Wesker made his way up the fire escape after the figure, who by now had gained quite a lot of ground on him. He picked up his pace, determined to catch the thief, who was now leaping over the small gaps in between buildings. On the ground, Chris and Jill saw the two roof hopping and followed from the street below. Passing by the alley, Jill spotted Barry and hurried to his side. "Chris, follow Wesker," she said while helping the big guy to his feet.

Immediately taking off, Chris found another fire escape and climbed up, catching up with Wesker a minute later. The figure looked back and gasped in shock when she saw another person joining the blond officer. She couldn't be caught! Not now! Going faster, she spotted a large gap up ahead. Chris smirked; there was no way they were getting away now. "We gotcha now! Give it up!" he called to the thief.

But glaring, the thief put on a burst of speed and using the edge of the building they were on as a stepping stone, she jumps, flying across the gap. The momentum both guys had begun to backfire. Wesker managed to stop in time, but saw Chris go over after tripping over the ledge. He lashed out his hand and grabbed his wrist, preventing his fall to the dumpster beneath them. "Gotcha, Redfield!" He hauled him back up and turned to see the thief standing on the other side, their coat flapping in the wind. That's when they got a good look at the thief.

During the jump, the hood had come off her head. Long brown hair, a slightly dirtied face that told of a subtle Japanese heritage, and emerald green eyes that seemed to glitter in the sunlight. She looked no older than ten years of age.

'The thief's a kid?!' Chris thought in shock.

However, Wesker had noticed something else during their chase. When they had gone after the girl in the alley, after she had stretched out her hand, the garbage seemed to move on her command. It was as if... 'She's telekinetic. Could it be...?'


Looks like our favorite Captain seems to know something about this female. Who is this mysterious girl? Find out next time on RESIDENT EVIL: FALL FROM GRACE!