Disclaimer: I don't own Resident Evil so please don't sue.

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Author's Note: In this story our RE gang is in high school and all of them got into detention, but it's just a matter of time before they know that there's a murder in their school is trying to kill them. They try to get help but no one is there in their school. The light's are out and there's a serial killer loose.

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Detention

Chapter One: Sent to Detention: Chris and Claire, Jill

By: Meiji

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Chris…

Christopher Redfield was sitting on one of the benches, watching the football coach scream at the players with loud and angry voices. As usual, it was a typical day at his high school, called Stars High School. He was sitting there jolting down short sentences about his school's football team and how it's been practicing for it's up coming match in the finals against the Umbrella High School. Since he was a writer for his school's newspaper group, and like all writers he needed to get something good so why not football. At the starting of the football season, he thought to join football but then the thought of being a jock and become popular had cross his mind. He'd always hated different levels of his high school. The popular bratz, the normal people, and the nerdy geeks. So he didn't try out. Just as he was about to finish, his sister, Claire, walked up from the bottom benches to the top benches, where he was.

"Hey bro, whassup," Claire greeted with a smile. And sat next to him on his left.

Chris stopped writing and looked up to her and replied, "Nothin' really. Just writing stuff down for the newspaper."

An eyebrow arose from Claire. "About football?"

Chris chuckled. "Yeah, why not? I got nothin' else to write about."

Claire looked away with a sly smile and said, "Weeelllll, how 'bout my soccer team?" Then she looked back at Chris. A stare that meant that she demanded an answer.

"Sorry, but boys' sports are way better than girls'," Chris said.

Claire immediately punched him hard in his left shoulder. "Hey! Girls sports are just as good as guys!"

Chris rubbed his shoulder while smiling at her.

"Hey, it was just a joke. With a punch like that, your kick must be quite a killer. I wonder that's why they chose you to be their captain of the girl's soccer team."

Since Chris and his sister had come to Stars High School, Claire had been eager to try out for the girl's soccer team. When they were little, Claire had always kicked his ass in soccer, but he had her cornered in football. Both of them were gifted with athletic abilities. Now, she's captain of his school's girl's soccer team. While he was too afraid of being popular to play football. Come to think of it, it was little stupid.

Claire smirked at her older brother. "I don't know whether to take that as a compliment or as an insult."

"Just think of it as both." Chris said smiling.

Claire rolled her eyes and said, "Comin', I'll go walk with you to your ninth period class. What do you have? Study hall?"

Chris nodded and stood up to follow behind his sister. They got near the door but just as they were about five feet away from the door, a man stopped them. Not just any man, but their Principal, Irons.

Principal Irons: a fat, greedy man, and not to mention a horrible flirt. This man was the Satan of Chris and Claire's school. Not anybody in the world, that they knew, liked him one bit. He was a total bastard to them.

Principal Irons coughed out loud at first but then started to talk.

"Mr. Redfield and Miss Redfield. What a coincidence that I ran into you," he said with a cheesy grin. He had a little smudge of chocolate near his mouth, which gave away the clue to Chris and Claire, that Principal Irons had another one of his donut feast.

Neither of them answered, but since Principal Irons was waiting for a comment from them, so Chris decided to answer for the both of them since Claire hated the jackass deeply and never wanted to talk to him.

"Do you need anything from us?" Chris asked with a bit of annoyance in his voice.

Principal Iron's smile turned into a frown. "Well that was a bit harsh. Doesn't your parents ever teach you manners to talk in front of elders?" Then another stupid grin went up on his face. Then he filled with laughers and said, "Oh wait! You two don't have any parents, they're dead!"

He kept all laughing, but Chris didn't see anything humorous in it. In fact, Chris was angry. The event when his parents died was painful enough, but saying it into his face was just as painful. He couldn't control his anger.

"Why don't you shut the hell up, you asshole?!" Chris yelled and leaped forward to punch the man. But just when he was about to make the tiniest move, Claire grabbed his arm.

"Chris! You'll get expelled! Just let it go." Claire whispered it in his ear.

Chris thought for a few second and listened to what Claire had just said. At that time, Principal Irons had stopped laughing and his face turned to scowl. "What did you just called me, idiot?"

"Nothing." Chris said while looking away at his face.

"Well, it didn't sound like nothing." Principal Irons said angrily.

Chris kept looking away and Claire was sneering at Principal Irons.

"I'll see you in detention, Mr. Redfield." Principal Irons said firmly at Chris and then turned away to walk back into the school.

Chris looked back into Iron's face and started to protest. "What!" Claire was angry as much and joined in.

"It's not his fault, you started talking bad about our parents!" Claire yelled.

Principal Irons turned back to face them once more. "I guess you would like to join your dimwitted brother too, huh, Miss Redfield? Well, you can. Today after school, in my office. You'll both be serving for five hours. Another sound out of you two, you'll both be suspended. Another word out of you two, you'll both be expelled." And with that he turned and went into the school.

"Agh!!! That fucking asshole bastard! That motherfucker! That gay fagin!" Claire cursed.

Chris stood there speechless for a few seconds then spoke to his sister. "Don't worry, it's just detention. We can take that. As for him, he'd probably died sooner then he'll know it, choking on a chicken bone from one of his two for one feast at KFC.

Claire's frown washed away and a she chuckled at Chris. Chris smiled back at his sister and said, "Let's go." And Claire agreed and the two Redfield siblings entered their school building.

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Jill…

Jill sat in the back of her history class, scrabbling on a piece of paper. It was boring as usual. History was just crap to her. Listening to teletubbies talk was more fun then Mr. Burton jabber about the Vietnam War to the class. She glanced at the clock. It was 2:20. Great! She thought to herself as she pressed her hand down on her paper. Class was going to be over in ten minutes. She was eager that class was almost over since it was Friday. She had study hall next and she didn't really mind it because she could just ditch it and drive home instead of going to study hall and study and she could go home and listen to music, eat, and watch t.v.

While she was concentrating to the clock, she didn't notice that her compass was underneath the hand that she was pressing on until a prickly feeling felt below her palm. She looked back at her hand with a jerk and saw that the point of the compass had stabbed her. Blood poured out from the place where she got stab. Great! Just Great! Jill thought to herself with frustration. Then a grin appeared on her face. Hey! This could get me out of class faster. Thank you compass!

"The Vietnam War took place inᅳ," Mr. Burton said but got interrupted by Jill's hand in the air. "Yes, Jill?"

"Um, I accidentally stabbed myself with my compass so can I go to the little girls' room to, you know, wash out the blood."

Mr. Burton sighed and said, "Yeah, sure. Just make it quick." Then Jill got up from her seat and as she quickly hurried out the door she thought, be quick? I'm going to take my time. She thought sweetly to herself.

As she got out of the room, she dashed quickly to the girls' bathroom, then, she thought, I'd probably stroll around the hall for a while. Then she turned a corner but to her horror, it was Mr. Wesker, the vice principal and he was just as bad as Principal Irons. And he was wearing his sunglasses as usual. Just act cool and don't do any that would make him mad. Jill took a sigh and turn at the corner where Mr. Wesker was walking. Jill walked a little slow as she got near to Mr. Wesker. Then she just remembered something. A pass! I need a hall pass in order to go somewhere out a classroom. Agh, shit! All well, maybe I'll get lucky and he won't notice me and he'll just walk past.

Mr. Wesker was now in front of Jill. Jill felt uneasiness as Wesker opened his mouth to talk.

"Valentine. Where's your hall pass?" Mr. Wesker asked. The question was more of a demand than a question.

Jill swallowed and said, "I don't have one."

Mr. Wesker's face stayed the same. "And why not?"

"Well, Mr. Burton forgot to write me one." Jill said with nervousness.

"I see. Mr. Irons will see you in detention today, Valentine. After school, be there or be expelled." Mr. Wesker said.

"But that's bullshit!" Jill yelled but Mr. Wesker walked away, not saying anything back.

"Wesker! I swear on my mother's grave, that guy's worse than a jackass." Jill whispered to herself. Then went to the girl's bathroom with angriness.

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Author's Note: Well, that's all for this chapter! I hoped you like it. After reading this, you'll probably hate Iron's guts. Anyway, give me fifteen reviews and I'll put the next chapter on. I'll give you a hint, the next chapter is about Leon and Carlos, and how they got in detention. Well, TTRN!!!

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