Resident Evil: New Darkness

[fatalmessiah]

I'll post the fanfic i wrote a long time ago. Its 3 chapters long, and i'll probably continue writing it later.

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::Prelude::
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It was time, the clock had just struck 10:00 pm and Just as expected, a beep came from the speakerbox near the door, leading out of the lab. A deep voice boomed from the speakers. It startled the scientist that had been reading up on the calculations that he had just finished in time. He smiled at the thought of how much money he would be making in a mere minute or two.

"Open it. B.W.S. Agents here." The strong deep urgent voice said. The scientist headed to the door quickly and pressed a little green button, which opened the steel laboratory door. As soon as the door had opened, three tall stalky men entered the lab, each wearing large black suits, black dress shoes and black sunglasses.

"Where is it?" the lead agent said as his greedy eyes searched the lab from behind his dark sunglasses.

The scientist turned and shuffled over to a large glass incubator machine and presseda series of numbers into the keypad, which was mounted just below the incubator glass window.. The thick glass side panel slide over at once and the scientist reached in carefully to remove a small glass vial. A Dark-Blue liquid was held within the somewhat durable glass vial. He held it out away from him and walked back towards the three agents.

"Here it is. A advanced version of the T-Virus, spliced with the G-Virus. I have named the new hybrid the O-Virus. O for Obscuridad, which is spanish for darkness... It suits this perfectly.." his voice was somewhat sorrowfull, because he knew what would be planned for his new weapon of mass diecease. But to him, it really didn't matter, for he would be making the quickest million ever, and would be out of the country before it's used.

The lead B.W.S. agent reached his hand out and grabbed the vial carefully, Then he removed a small silver steel case, and opened it. Carefully he placed the vial into the case and closed it up. Looked too his two partners and nodded, then walked to the door and out of the laboratory. Another agent nodded and left while the last remained.

"I am sorry to inform you, but the Black Weapons Syndicate has no need of you anymore." As soon as he finished his sentence, he pulled a silenced USP from the inside of his black suit jacket and fired, hitting the scientist between the eyes.

Without waiting any longer, the last of the three agents swiftly walked toward the electrical sliding metal door, and out into the underground hallway. "It's Done." The third agent's voice sounded and then all three agents set off down the hallway, toward their new destination.

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critism is welcome. ill post the rest when i get a chance.

[evil]

Very, very good. Strong, gripping opening. I look forward to the rest.

[Ryan]

Hey fatal I'm going to move this up to the RE RP and fan fic.

[fatalmessiah]

Thanks for moving Ryan. I guess I missed this section. >_<

Ok, heres the first 'chapter'

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::Chapter 2::
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Trenton started to panic, he didn't know where to go. Where would he be safe? he thought to himself as he ran down the alley way towards the main strip of Lost Haven. Looking around his heart sunk, many building were on fire, vehicles on fire. body's too. distant screams and moans sounded around him, which added to his fright. As he reached the strip he saw even more disturbing things. "What the hell!" Trenton said to himself as he stood there, his eyes resting upon dozens of corpses, civilians and police officers alike. Off to the right he heard someone gasp, he thought he heard the word "help". Running around a police car to the right, he saw the one who had made the sound. It was a police officer, he was still alive.

"Hey, hey man, are you alright?? What the hell happened out here? whats going on?" Trenton shouted with a mixture of fear and anger. The cop looked up to him and blinked. "Ugh.. ah.. the..there zombies.. in.. infected with some ki.. kind of virus.. there we.. were cases in a ci.. city called Raccoon City.. Ya.. ya gotta shoot the. them in the head.. or bre.. break their necks.." The cop closed his eyes and gasped one last time. Trenton grabbed his shoulders and shook him. "Wait wait!" But it was too late. By the looks of him, he had been out hear for awhile. there was a large puddle of blood under where the cop sat, Blood dripped from the cuts and bites which were everywhere on him. "D**n it... how the hell am I suppose to survive this.." Trenton said and reached down and grabbed the Beretta from the cop's limp hand. "This will work better then what i have on me now.." He whispered to himself as he grabbed the extra ammo from the cop's belt.

As Trenton stood, he heard a groan behind him and then the dragging of feet. Quickly he spun around and raised his new Beretta. There was a group of 4 zombie's coming at him. "S**t!" He shouted as he took aim and fired, He managed to bring two down before his clip ran dry. "D**n!" There was no time for him to reload. He acted as quick as he could and ran forward and kicked the first zombie in the chest, knocking it down. Quickly, he bent down and slid his right pant leg up and grabbed his combat knife. Stepping forward he lunged at the only other zombie on it's feet, and stabbed it in the neck, all the way to the handle, with one quick tugged the blade ripped through the left side of the zombie's neck. As the body fell, the zombie he kicked down, started to rise. Before it had a chance to get back to it's feet, Trenton jumped up and stomped on it's head. He heard a sick cracking sound and blood dripped from his boot. Trenton stood still for a bit, his heart pounding as he did. Many things were running through his mind. It was his first time ever killing anyone. He shook his head and spoke to himself. "Just keep moving Trent, just keep moving." He reloaded his beretta and then went north on the strip. Trenton was having a hard time thinking of places to go after what had just happened, but he need to find somewhere to rest. He was getting tired.

As Trenton sprinted down the strip of Lost Haven, he spotted a place he could probably stop and rest. The Lost Haven Memorial Library. "I can probably get some rest in there.. lets just hope it's empty.." he mumbled to himself as he reached the steps. Looking around carefully, he walked up the steps toward the door and then pushed on the heavy wooden door. It creaked and opened slowly. Trenton entered and look around slowly. The lights were dim and weak, which seemed unusual because it was a library. As he walked forward, he heard a russling sound up the stairs to the left. "Who's there??" Trenton asked, as he pointed his gun that way. He heard a few whispers and then a young man, about the age of 20 stepped forward. He had dark eyes and scraggly brown hair which was down to nose. There was a scar on his chin. He looked scared. "Don't shoot.. It's just me and my sister.. we had no where to go.. those.. those things out there got our parents." He was wearing a black T-Shirt with a white long-sleeved shirt under it, along with black cargo shorts. He was shaking slightly. "Don't worry. I'm not going to hurt you. or your sister.. I'm just trying to survive.."

Trenton relaxed slightly and lowered his weapon. When he had his pistol lowered, a young woman walked from the shadows. She looked to be the age of 19, She was cute, or so Trenton thought. She wore a gray shirt and tight blue jeans. She had long black hair with red streaks in her hair. She stepped closer to her brother. Trenton could tell she had been crying because of her bleeding mascara. "Don't worry.. i think if we stay together... we can find some way to survive.." Trenton said quietly to both the girl and boy. "Whats your names?" He asked, almost as a whisper. The boy was the one to answer, for both of them. "I'm Rick Lamirr.. and this is my sister Melissa.." he continued after taking a breath. "We aren't from around here.. i mean from this part of haven.. We're from the north side." Trent nodded. "My name is Trenton McCaine.. I know these parts.. somewhat well.." They seemed to relax a bit. "Sorry.. but i have to get rest.. i haven't slept in awhile.." Trenton looked around and saw a bench, with a bunch of books resting on it. "I'm going to go over here and rest.. wake me if anything happens.. I'll take care of it.. or try." With that said, Trenton walked tot he bench, moved all the books and laid down to sleep. As soon as
he shut his eyes, he fell asleep.

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Again, comments, everything. I dont mind, good or bad.

[amata]

Very good.. very good indeed. I really liked it.. I'll be waiting for more. ^_^

[evil]

WOW! I should get you to write my stories! .... please?

[fatalmessiah]

(i totally fucked up peoples.. i posted the second chapter before i posted the 1st.. -_- my bad..)

::Chapter1::
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The sounds of glasses clicking and the small of burning cigarettes filled the
bar. As well as the female reporter's voice which blared from the TV resting on the bar counter-top. News of strange attacks and murders filled the news channels of local Lost Haven, which was located in the northeastern area of the united states. Trenton's light-blue eyes eyes stared at the TV screen as he sipped his bottle of water. His platinum blond hair was spiked slightly. He wore a black tank-top and baggy street camo pants with a black belt to hold them up. hidden under his right pant leg rested a 6 1/2 inch combat knife. Never knew when he might need it he
thought.

"So, what do you think about whats been on the news for the past few days, jack?" Trenton said as he continued to watch the news. "Bah. same old crap, different day. I bet it's all gang related. Young punks today think their so tough." Jack spat out as he cleaned glasses out. "Just the other day i found a few of those little bastards spraying their S**t all over the back of my bar!" he continued, still cleaning glasses as he talked. Trenton shook his head. "Whats the world coming too? Everyone's pickin' on poor old jack here." he said with a smirk on his face. Jack didn't say anything for a few moments and then sighed and slapped himself on the forehead. "Oh, Forgive me Trent my boy! It totally slipped my mind that it was your birthday! here, free drinks on me!" Trenton shrugged. "ah, it's OK Jack, I'm fine. i gave up drinking. beside, 23 isn't that important." Jack chuckled. "Ahaha, you wont be sayin' that once you reach my age bud!"

A few hours passed as the two talked about many different things. then there came a bang on the bar door. Jack stood up and looked towards the door. "Sorry, we're closed! come back tomorrow, open from Three pm to one am." After shouting those words he sat back down and continued chatting with Trenton. A few seconds later another bang sounded, followed immediately by another. "D**n, the B*****d must really need a drink!" Trenton said as he turned his head to look at the door. What he saw made the color drain from his face. "What the hell?" he said as he got to his feet and walked towards the door. Jack following close behind him. As he got closer he was sure he wasn't seeing things. The person who was banging was covered in blood. His eyes was close to hanging from his eye-socket. His lower lip was missing and it looked as though road rash had shaved the left side of his head.

"Oh my god!" came from Jack's mouth as his eyes scanned the poor B*****d outside of his bar. "we gotta help him. watch out, I'll opent he door." Jack said as he stepped to the door and unlocked it with his key. Quickly he opened the door and motioned for the injured man to come into the bar. "Come on man, get in here, you need serious help." Trenton said as he studied the man. "What the hell happened to you? did you get attacked by the gangs??" Jack asked as he reached his hand out and put it onto the injured man's shoulder. The injured man swayed fro a few seconds and then in a flash bent and bit deep into jack's hand. Jack let out a loud scream and pulled his hand away from the disfigured man. "What the hell!?" Shouted Trenton as he moved forward and pushed the man back outside of the bar, watching him fall to the street. He quickly closed and locked the door and went to jack. Jack was holding his hand and wincing at the pain. "sit down Jack, ill go grab the first aid kit, we need to stop that bleeding." Trenton said as he walked behind the counter and opened the door which led to the back room. Inside he rummaged through boxes and trash till he found the first-aid kit. just then he heard a loud crash and then heard Jack scream.

Trenton raced through the door and back into the bar room, His eyes widened at what he saw. There was a crowd of people surrounding Jack's body, sick gurgling sounds came as he bent over and ripped chunks of flesh from Jack's body. "What the F**k are you things?!" Trenton shouted and backed up against the door leading to the back room. Quickly he looked around and saw the light glint of something under the bar counter ona small shelf. It was a pistol. a small revolver. Trenton stepped forward and grabbed it. Just then a few of the cannibalistic humans noticed him. They shuffled to their feet and moaned. then slowly made their way towards him. He raised the revolver and aimed, firing two shots, the lead human dropped and stopped moving, again he fired and the second dropped. The other humans got to there feet and started shuffling after him. "D**n it!" Trenton yelled and then turned and opened the door leading to the back room once again. Once inside he lookeda round and saw a file cabinet, he pushed it in front of the door and then looked around for a way out, and he found one, a window on the eastern wall. He ran to it and opened it up. Quickly he climbed out and started to run down the alley to the east, with the revolver still in his hand.

[amata]

Hey you know I didn't notice apart from the title of chapter two. But I thought that was a typo or something.. ^_^

[fatalmessiah]

(kk 3rd chapter, so far this is far as i've gone. It's shorter then the others but oh well. Hopefully i'll start writing it again, soon.)

::Chapter 3::
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Trenton was shaken awake. It took a few seconds before he could tell who had awaken him. "Those things, there outside the front door.. a lot of them." said a small frightened voice said quietly. It was Melissa. It was the first time he had heard her voice small, lovely voice, and he liked it, to him it was a soothing sound, that he wished he could hear all the time. Trenton quickly got to his feet and looked around. "Where's your brother?" Trenton asked as he looked around and turned the safty on his weapon off. "He's up on the third floor, looking out into the streets.. He said that those things were getting close.." Melissa replied, a worried look was on her face, her eyes were watering slightly. It was easy to tell that she was scared for her life.

Trenton muttered something under his breath and walked to the stairs, then headed for the third floor where he saw Rick standing, staring out the window, His eyes widened, reflecting fires that could be seen from the window. Melissa went quickly to his side and survayed the scene with him. Trenton walked slow up to the window and the color drained from his face again. There were about 20 zombies huddleing outside the library, There moans were heard loud and clear from where they stood. Their nasty, disfigured corpses made Trenton want to vomit.

"S**t, we need to get out of here!" Rick shouted as he held onto his sister. Trenton quickly reached into his pocket and removed the silver revolver that he got from the bar and held it out toward Rick, the light fromt he fires and the moon glinting off it's shiny surface. Trenton spoke carefully, and calmly. "Becareful with that.. It's only got 4 bullets.. but it's better then nothing." Rick looked alittle confused. "What..? are you leaving us or something?" Trenton looked at him and shook his head. "No.. or at least not intentionally, if we get seperated. you can use that." He replyed and rechecked the clip in his beretta.

Trenton racked his brain for a safe place to stay, but nothing seemed to spring up. Rick made the first suggestion. "Why dont we just go to the police station?" He asked quietly. Trenton replied, scratching the side of his head lightly. "Yeah, i thought about that rick, but it's to risky, most lightly we wouldn't make it." An idea had struck his mind and he spoke. "We could go-" But his sentence was cut off by a large crashing noise that came from the direction of the library lobby. which seemed to shake the building. "What the hell was that?" shouted Rick as he regained his footing. Trenton walked quickly to the stairs and looked downwards. It looked as though a large truck had hit the library doors and continued on through, knocking the bottem half of the stairs down. "D**n! there goe's our way down!" Shouted trenton as he looked below. As he spoke, two more zombie's crawled from the wreckage, on fire. The group of 20 zombies had started to travel into the library slowly. The smell of rotting corpses and burning wood and paper started to reach their nostrils and all three started to gag. Trenton closed his eyes and sighed, speaking a second later "We're definatly not going down.. all those zombies.. everything is down there.. lets head to the roof.. thats probably our best bet."

[evil]

very good, mr. fataL