Resident Evil

Forever Doomed 2: Retribution

(DISCLAIMER: I UNDERSTAND THAT RESIDENT EVIL 4 IS NOT OUT YET, BUT RUMORS SAY THAT BIOJECT IS WESKER'S COMPANY, AND UNTIL THE FACTS COME OUT THAT IS THE NAME I WILL USE, BUT I TRY NOT TO IF IT CAN BE HELPED)

PROLOGUE

"Are you in yet?" A deep voice called through the dark hall.

"We've just entered the labs. What shall we do now, sir?"

Without answering, the deep-voiced man stepped through the recently open doors, raising a fully loaded Colt Magnum.

"Sir?" Questioned the young scientist; still no reply. "Sir!?"

The man turned around, aimed his weapon right at the scientist and fired, the round zooming through his skull and killing the scientist behind him. Blood splattered the remaining two men on the face.

"Are there any other questions?" The other scientists shook their heads in unison. "Good, I want you two to go through the labs, find the virus, and bring it back to me." They didn't move. Again, weapon in air, the man spoke, "Now!"

"Yes, Captain Wesker."

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What a real ass that man can be at times!

Thoughts of hate continued through Doctor Jack Rendon's mind. It killed him that he was twenty-seven years old and still following commands. He had numerous degrees in chemistry and biology and yet Albert Wesker still stood in charge.

"Any luck, Jack?" asked his "lab partner", Doctor Greg Truman.

"No, none. Do we even have a clue of what it looks like?"

"No, Wesker just said to look for a virus. I really don't care anyway; it's obvious we won't get to work with it. Only Wesker and the 'higher-ups' will. Why do we even bother?"

You probably won't work with it, but I will.

"Why bother, you ask, because he holds our lives in his hand." Jack replied.

"More like in his gun, if you ask me." The two softly laughed at the subtle joke.

They were going down a narrow hallway at the moment. They passed many doors, but without an access card it would be damn near impossible to get in, even if they had weapons for themselves.

"Look, Jack." Greg pointed to a mutilated corpse lying on the floor a few feet ahead.

"What about it? You know what happened here."

"Actually, no, what did happen here?"

The two stopped as Jack began to speak. "A couple of days ago, Umbrella, being stupid as usual, hired a teacher to test the T-Virus on some kids, but things-- as you can see-- went terribly wrong. Not all of the students were infected and managed to get out alive, well, according to reports left by some man, what was his name?" Jack paused to think. "Ken something-or-other. Anyways, Mr. Sunglasses out there claimed to only see one survivor, aside from Jill Valentine, but swore he killed him."

"In other words, Umbrella had another 'accident'?"

"Basically."

They began walking down the hall again, Doctor Truman looking back at the corpse once more before continuing.

Not too long after they found the remains of the girl, they stopped, only this time in front of an open door, a light shining from the inside.

Greg nodded towards Jack to go in first, after all, he had the most experience of the two.

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Wesker looked down at a map that he was given.

Bastard Ken. I knew from the start that he would not be able to handle working for both companies!

"Here we are." Wesker stopped in front of a locked door, pulled out a silver card-key, and slid it through the reader. The door slid through an opening in the wall and Wesker stepped inside. Automatically, the lights turned on, illuminating the well-kept room;. a steel operating table was in the center, and four stasis tubes lined each side of the room, a small control panel next to each.

Wesker walked up to the first stasis tube on his left, and pressed a few buttons. A small vial was ejected through an opening on the side. Wesker bent down and retrieved the vial.

"Gotcha!" he triumphantly whispered to himself. He did the same with the other three observation tanks and placed all four vials into a shockproof container, which he then attached to his belt.

Time to go.

Wesker slowly walked out, but before leaving turned and fired a round into each stasis tube, allowing the compressed air to be released. He knew that the altered forms of hunter would be released into the city, and would probably spread the rare form of T-Virus throughout, but Wesker simply didn't give a damn. He got what he wanted, and his bosses would be pleased.

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Greg walked silently behind Jack as they entered the well-lit office. The room was empty, although blood was spattered across the walls.

Is that . . .?

Another marred body lay behind the large oak desk.

"Ugh." A child-like voice was heard from the back room.

The two slowly walked over towards the door and opened it. Like the last, blood was everywhere. A small cot and table was placed in the center of the room, and atop the cot was a girl. The girl's features were unusual: she had long blonde hair, and was clothed in blood-soaked jeans and an orange Tee, and yet, the unusual part of this girl were her phased eyes and what appeared to be bullet holes-- one in her chest, and four in her skull.

The girl looked up at Jack. "Ugh." Jack slowly walked towards the cot and sat down next to the girl. Behind her were numerous empty syringes.

"Are you all right?" The girl looked him in the eyes, still phased, and, as if she knew what was happening, nodded in agreement.

"Good. Follow me, and we'll get you some help." Jack got up and carefully walked out, assuming the girl was following.

"Rahh!" A loud, harsh scream came from behind the two.

"Ahh!" Screamed Jack. Greg turned around to see the girl bite into Jack's neck, bringing him down to the ground. She continued to eat. All of this happened in a split second, and Greg was already running. The girl continued to eat noisily as he ran through the narrow hallway.

Greg ran and ran, and just as he was about to turn the corner he stopped. A creature stood before him. It was very much reptilian, with dark blue scales replacing skin. It breathed through two slits in its face, right below it's yellow-green eyes and roared, raising its massive clawed arm into the air.

During all of this Greg heard the faint whisper of a helicopter flying away.

Damn it, Wesker, you fucking traitor!

Greg slowly backed away as the creature continued to roar, and with one swift movement, raised its arm again and before Greg knew it, he was beheaded, and Wesker had gotten away.