Author's Notes: I've had this idea for awhile so I was finally able to make a pilot chapter of this story. Please leave a review if you like it or not because who doesn't like chibis!

Edit: I raised the rating to T for the increased use of language in my later chapters. It's nothing too bad, but I figured it would justify a T rating anyway. Also, I have edited the chapters for grammer and spelling. Enjoy.

Racoon Elementary Chapter 1

It was another beautiful day at Raccoon City Elementary school as all the little kids played outside on the playground. Kids were swinging, playing tag, and climbing on the jungle jim, the whole place echoing with the joyous sounds of children.

Yet all was not right with the world, "Oh help, help! My Kitty is stuck on top of the school," a little girl cried. She looked on helplesly as her kitty continued to 'mew' in distress. The little girl dropped to her knees and put her face in her hands, beginning to cry.

Just as she began to lose hope, a shadow suddenly loomed over her, and she looked up to see a little boy with slicked back blond hair and black sunglasses posing heroiccally, fists on his hips and his chest puffed out against the illuminating sun.

Little Albert Wesker continued his pose for a few more moments, before sharply turning around and pointing to a little boy with spicky brown hair, a black vest, and cargo pants, "Chris, go over to the titter-totter and push it over to the gazzebo." He turned to a little kid with brown hair, whose must noticable characteristic was his fake beard that he insisted on wearing, "Barry, go and help Chris." Chris and Barry both nodded before running off towards the see-saw.

"Joseph and Brad," he began, looking towards a boy with a red bandana, and a little boy with a yellow vest and a look on his face as if the world was out to get him, "You two go and grab the ladder next to the supply shed and set it up next to the gazzebo." They both nodded and headed for the supply shed next to the school.

About a minute later the see-saw came into view, Chris and Barry behind it as they relentlessly pushed it next to the gazzebo. Soon after, Brad and Joseph came into view, a step-ladder held above their heads.

As they leaned it up against the top of the gazzebo, Wesker smirked, his plan starting to come to fruition, "Ok, now Jill." he pointed towards a little girl in a blue shirt, wearing a little blue beret, "I need you to stand on this side of the titter-totter. Chris, you climb up the ladder."

They both saluted their captain and took their positions. "Alright now Chris I want you to jump on this end. Jill, you know what to do" Jill nodded. Chris jumped off the gazzebo and landed onto the totter with such force that it propelled Jill into the air and onto the single-story roof of the school.

Jill quickly picked up the cat and gave a thumbs up to Wesker. "Alright team, we have obtained the target. Good work."

"Um, Captain Wesker? How do we get them both down?"

"...Say what?" Wesker asked, his cheeks starting to flush.

"Are you telling me that you sent Jill onto the roof with no way to get down?!" Barry asked angerly.

"What?!" Jilled yelled, overhearing Barry. Jill let out an earpiercing scream. This caused the cat to howl. The owner, hearing her cat howling, screamed as well. This was accompanied by Brad's screams as he saw a spider scurring by.

Wesker massaged his temples in frustration as the four screamed, but quickly formed an idea as he noticed Chris's little sister Clarie having a tea party with Steve Burnside and a few stuffed animals. That wasn't part of the plan as much as the blanket they were they were sitting on was.

Wesker quickly darted over to the pair and literally yanked the blanket from under them, causing the fake tea to spill and the stuffed animals to fall into the dirt,

"Hey!" pouted a six year old Claire.

"Sorry squirt," Wesker teased as he hussled back to the team, "Alright team, each of you take a corner and hold it out near the building."

The team nodded and brought the blanket underneath Jill. "Jill! You gotta jump!" yelled Chris. Jill became teary-eyed, shaking her head back in forth in protest.

"I don't have time for this," Wesker muttered, tossing a rock to the top of the building.

DONK! Jill became dizzy as the rock made contact with her cranium, and she fell forward with the cat in her hands off of the building and into the tarp. The owner of the cat ran up, joy in her eyes as she grabbed her kitty. The kitten mewed in delight, "Kitty! Oh i'm so happy your safe!"

Almost forgetting the people around her she held the cat under her arm and bowed her head in gratitude, "Thank you STARS Alpha team! You saved the day!" They all grinned with pride but it was cut short when the school bell rang and the kids started to line up to go inside.

Forming into one line, they all started to walk in as the second recess class began to walk out. About half way in, Wesker got a tap on the shoulder from Chris, "Look, here comes Bravo Team," Chris motioned towards a group of kids.

Wesker looked to the left and sure enough, passing by was Enrico, followed by Edward, Kevin, Richard, Kenneth, and bringing up the rear was a shy little girl with short hair and a white vest with the word 'Medic' written in red crayon.

"Hey Wesker, who's the new girl?"

"Hmn? Oh, thats the rookie, Rebecca Chambers. Shes our new medic."

"What? Why do we need a medic?"

"Because the school nurse refuses to treat us because of the crap we get ourselves into. Remember?"

Chris chuckled, "Oh yeah."

Wesker gave a friendly wave towards the other team as they passed each other, "Good luck Bravo Team!" he yelled. They all waved back, except for shy little Rebecca who started to blush when she locked eyes with Chris.

"Looks like she's got the hots for you Chris"

"Ugh, shut up Barry" he sighed as they walked into the school to resume class.

Back in the classroom, class had yet to begin, so everyone was doing their own thing while they waited for the teacher to return. Chris was lounging at his desk, telling the story of how he 'single-handly' saved the day as most of the class stood around to listen.

Jill was putting pink bows in Joseph's hair, Barry was trying to fix his novelty beard, and Brad was cowering at his desk for anything that might hurt him. Wesker was busy making a report of todays events to present to the principal, stating why going up onto the school roof and tampering with school property was nessecary.

He looked over when he heard a sneeze, to see four lonely souls huddled at desks the corner of the room. The source of the sneeze came from Alexia Ashford, as her brother Alfred wiped her nose with a hankey.

"Bless you dear sister." Alexia didn't reply, instead continuing to read her book about the biology of ants.

The next geek was a medium sized boy that looked normal enough, if you didn't notice the fact that he had a spaghetti strainer on his head, round red sunglasses, and a scarf covering his face, "HUNK, do you mind grabbing the pencil I dropped near your feet?" The boy nodded and handed the misplaced pencil to the final nerd in the room.

Annette was her name. She was sporting thick glasses with tape in the middle, a lab coat, and was currently reading a book on nuclear physics. Wesker began to turn back to his work before a girlish yelp caught his ears, and he looked back to see Alfred clutching his eye and crying while his sister tried to comfort him.

He noticed Alexia glaring daggers across the room and looked over to see all of the kids laughing. Chris held a straw in his hands, smirking, a few spare spitballs on his desk. Wesker sighed and started to write again.

A few minutes later the door opened, and in came Mr. James Marcus followed by a little timid boy who refused to let his eyes leave the floor, "Great another one for the corner," Chris whispered to one of his friends.

Marcus placed his hands on the boy's shoulders and looked at the class, "Alright class, I want you to join me in welcoming a new student to our class. This is William Birkin, and he is transfering from another school. Will, why don't you introduce yourself?"

The boy finally looked at the class, and he stepped forward slightly, "H-hi, my name's William, and I-ow!" yelled Birkin as a spitball hit his cheek. The kids began their laughter assault, and Chris again gave the same cocky smirk.

Mr. Marcus gritted his teeth, pointing towards the door, "Redfield, to Principal Iron's office! Now!"

As everyone continued to laugh at the poor boy, Wesker remained silent and eyed the boy up and down. He seemed like the bookworm type, and very shy too. He was sure he would fit in with his 'operation' just fine. Wesker grinned as the boy took a seat in an opposite corner by himself.

The schoolbell rang and hundreds of little kids came pouring out of the school to go home for the day. That is besides little William Birkin who hung his head low, slowly trotting down the school steps to begin his lonely walk home.

A lone figure hid next to the monkey bars, waiting for everyone to leave the area. When he was sure everybody besides Birkin was gone, he came out from the shadows and casually trotted up to the frail boy.

William looked up to see a blonde kid with dark sunglasses walk up to him. He remembered he was a friend of that Redfield kid, "Please, just leave me alone."

"Don't worry. I didn't come here to harm you. I instead came here to make you a proposition."

Birkin raised an eyebrow and the blond held out his hand, "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Albert Wesker, at your service." He gave him a friendly smile, and Birkin reluctently shook his hand. Birkin withdrew his arm, but Wesker instead placed his around Birkin's shoulder and escorted him back into the school.

Wesker made his way down the deserted school hallways, Birkin in tow who was starting to have second thoughts about trusting this Wesker fellow. What if this was just a trap Wesker was leading him into so the S.T.A.R.S team could beat him up or prank him or something.

As if reading his thoughts, Wesker put his mind at ease, "Don't be scared Birkin, if I was leading you into a trap I would just bring you kicking and screaming. It's more fun that way"

"A-actually Albert, its Wil-"

"I prefer to call you by Birkin. Now if you don't mind, please step this way." He motioned for him to follow him into the Gym's locker room.

Wesker didn't give Birkin's nervousness any mind, it was common for new members. He headed into the back of the showers and they came to a door labeled 'Boiler Room'. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a metal key with an iron finish, "Welcome Mr. Birkin, to Umbrella Inc!" he yelled and threw open the door.

William was awed at the site of several tables, each with jars and test tubes with liquids and organisms that the boy could only dream of seeing until he became a real scientist. Wesker again placed his arm around Birkin and motioned him further in.

After passing a few monitors and the occasional pipe or boiler, they came up to a small area filled with computers and filing cabniets. Four children, shadowed by the dimness of the room, worked feverishly. Two of them were on the computer, one was reading several files, and another holding what looked to be a large NERF gun with a spaghetti strainer on his head.

The boy glared at Birkin and raised the toy, ready to fire. Birkin squealed and hid behind Wesker, who simply used his hand to lower the plastic weapon, "Its ok HUNK he's cool." HUNK nodded and once again stood in attention.

"What is this place Wesker?"

"This my friend is the Umbrella Corporation, where people with, lets just say above average IQs who are misunderstood, come together to get back at those who have oppressed us. And we use our minds to do it."

Birkin seemed to take intrest, listening intently for what Wesker had to say. "I've taken a liking to you Birkin, and would find it most pleasent if you would join our underground corporation, so that one day we can finally take our rightful place as the leaders of this school."

Birkin took in all of Wesker's information and thought it through for a few moments as Wesker gave him a smooth grin.

"No."

"No?! What the hell do you mean no?!" Wesker snapped. Birkin, unfazed, continued, "Look, I appreciate all you are doing to help the nerds, but I don't want to get involved in any secret socities. I just want to go home, do my homework, have a juicebox and watch Spongebob."

"Spongebob can wait! But our time is now man, don't you get it?!"

"I'm sorry, but I've made up my mind"

Wesker sighed, "Fine. But before you leave please allow me to introduce you to the rest of my team." Walking over to the twins, he placed a hand on each of their shoulders, "These are the Ashford twins, Alfred and Alexia."

Alfred smiled, "Salutations good sir!"

"Greetings peasent." Alexia brought up the rear with a crude hello.

"You were already aquantied with HUNK."

"Hello." Birkin waved. HUNK just nodded his head. Birkin leaned over while keeping eye contact with the weirdo, "Does...he ever talk?"

"The hell if I should know, now come meet our last person."

"Wesker, while I'm grateful to you for introducing me to these people, I really must start heading home and I...I..." he was stunned into silence as he laid eyes on the final member of the organization.

Golden blonde hair, enhanced by radiant skin echoed off of the light of a monitor she beside as Birkin laid eyes on Annette for the first time. To him she was absolutley beautiful, even with her retainer and thick glasses. At that moment William felt love for the first time in his short life.

Wesker picked up on this and smirked slyley, "This is Annette...our research assistant for our viral program...and she's single."

Annette smiled warmly to him, "Hello."

"H-hi" he blushed perfusly. Wesker grinned and started to push Birkin towards the door,

"Well Birkin, I'm sorry it didn't work out, but if you ever change your mind you could always-"

"W-wait a minute Wesker. I think I'll humor you and see what this so called, Umbrella Corporation, has to offer."

Wesker couldn't help but sustain his grin, "Well i'm glad you came to your senses Birkin. Welcome aboard."

Birkin smiled, "Thanks Wesker, but I have just one question though"

"That is?"

"Why did you name it the Umbrella' Corporation?"

Wesker jolted his thumb upwards, motioning him to look up to an open red and white umbrella hanging from a pipe, "It's been there since we started this place, so we decided to name the corporation after it...plus we can't get it down."

"...Oh."

After about thirty minutes of showing Birkin everything he needed to know, they were now all looming around a table with a map of the school on it, "Ok, so as planned I will send Bravo team out on a fake mission to the school tommorow night, where our 'friends' will be there to greet them."

Wesker pointed to the front of the building, "I will make sure that Bravo team has an accident and I will then lead Alpha team to the schoolgrounds, making sure they have nowhere to go but inside."

Wesker's finger traced over the school's main entrance, "After both Alpha and Bravo are inside the school, we will begin with our little game, inevitably resulting in their destruction."

Birkin raised an eyebrow at the plan, "The destruction of who?"

"Why, the S.T.A.R.S team of course."

Birkin's eyes widened in shock and confusion, "What? but you're their leader. Why would you want to destroy them?"

"Just a ruze young Birkin. I formed the S.T.A.R.S team specifically with the most popular children in the school, so that we may eliminate them all at once"

"Genius," Birkin muttered, astonished at his plan.

Wesker chuckled. "I know. Ok everybody, you all know what you have to do tommorow as soon as school is let out. When that time comes, our leader, Lord Spencer will give us the keys to every door, and the supplies we need to make the traps."

Birkin raised his hand and Wesker pointed to him, "Yes Birkin?"

"Who is Lord Spencer"

"Why, he is only the man that has helped to get us these accomidations, and helped to jumpstart our plans for school domination!" Everyone in the room nodded in agreement."

Birkin gazed off in amazement, "Wow, is he like some kind of multi-millionare pharmacutical enterpriser who has dreams of one day taking over the world through the data we collect and the creatures we produce?"

"Nope, he's the janitor that allows us to use this room three times a week while he drinks a bottle of whiskey behind the jungle jim"

"...Ok. Um, how do you expect to create these B.O.W.s?"

"Not B.O.W's. We're making R.I.A's"

"R.I.A's? What are those?"

Wesker walked past Birkin and to a table that held several syringes, "These syringes Birkin, contain the life essence of our company. A virus that can turn any normal being into a ravenous blood-thirsty creature. He lifted a syringe and tapped it slightly, a green drop of the mysterious liquid dripping from the tip, "The way we obtained this virus was also from Lord Spencer. You see..."

Flashback

Ozwell Spencer, the school's janitor, was in the middle of mowing the school's front lawn, muttering a bunch of obscenities about how much he hated this job. That's when he noticed something running up to his mower. He raised an eyebrow and looked through the tall grass to see a raccoon foaming at the mouth and snarling at the dirty janitor.

Spencer glared at the creature and it glared back. He slowly reached into his back pocket, aiming for his screwdriver. Feeling the plastic tip, he gripped it tightly, but not before the ravenous creature latched it's jaw onto his leg. Spencer mouthed an f-bomb, deafened by the roar of the mower.

"At that instant, Lord Spencer had obtained the viral infection within his own body, and, risking it's ultimate effects, took action to withdraw it from his being."

Spencer, a bloody screwdriver in his hand, stumbled into the school's tool shed. Limping over to a shelf full of paint buckets, he reached behind them and produced a syringe. After squirting the heroine out of it, he jabbed it into his leg, smiling happily as the diease left his body, along with the effects of the heroine residue.

End Flashback

Wesker stared at the syringe in his hand, "This is the very syringe that he used to withdraw the virus. Now it is in our possesion...this wonderful diease."

"So R.I.A's are-" "

Correct...Rabie-Infected-Assholes."

Six figures walked out of the school that evening, the sun's setting rays giving off an ominus orange glow. As they procedded down the steps, a dirty disheveled figure clawed relentlessly at the ground.

"God damn weeds!" he yelled.

Wesker looked over, giving a wave, "See you tommorow night Spencer!"

The dirty janitor looked over and gave a thumbs up, and the group of six made their ways to their respected homes to prepare for tommorw night.

Authors Notes: Thanks for reading, plz leave a review. Also I am aware that rabies is not a virus.