RE: A New Threat

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Resident Evil or any of the characters from it used in this writing, they’re owned by Capcom! However, several characters of my own creation will come into play within the pages to come. So the point of this is, in a nut shell: Don’t sue me!

It was just a little after noon when the squad car and motorcycle entourage pulled up to the edge of the rundown neighborhood on the outskirts of NYC. The men parked there at the neighborhood’s entrance, and slipped outside to begin setting up police crime scene tape to block it all off. One man was left with the vehicles, while the six other men made their way to the home they had been sent to raid: the temporary home of Chris and Claire Redfield. The pair had been good about moving around since the Antarctic and Rockfort Island incidents, but Umbrella still had managed to track them down, albeit through a great deal of monetary expense.

“No sign of movement inside sir…” One of the men noted as they approached the home.

“Be cautious, but get over there and kick in the door. Rickson, Brower, cover him if shots ring out. Remember; shoot to kill if necessary, but Claire Redfield is to be brought in alive. Anyone else, dead or alive, I don’t care. Go.” With that final word, every thing began in a heartbeat. An agent moved to the door and kicked it in, scurrying inside with the other agents hurrying in after him. Denal went in last, casually striding in as he slipped a Magnum from his belt.

“This room’s clear…” “All clear in here.” “First floor secure.” The various voices of the operative came out softly over their radios, and slowly they all returned to their position by the front door. Just one place left to check…the basement. “I’ll go first sir.” One of the agents announced, moving to the basement door in the kitchen, and slowly turning the knob. When he yanked it open though, he got one hell of a surprise. A shotgun blast tore through his mask, splattering his brains all across the kitchen. Chris Redfield, at the bottom of the stairs, leapt back into the basement out of sight as a hail of machine gun fire opened up on the landing. Four operatives scurried down the stairs, Denal following behind, and in an instant the place became a war zone.

The Redfields had been prepared…that, and they weren’t alone. Tables were flipped over for shields, and Chris, Claire, Rebecca Chambers, and Jill Valentine were well armed. Gunfire rang out in the basement, and after a moment a flash-bang grenade hit the floor, spreading blinding light over the whole room, though only Chambers seemed to have been affected by it. She squealed and tumbled over behind one of the tables, and as Chris made a run for her to see if she was alright, a bullet tore through his shoulder, and he tumbled to the ground beside her cursing.

“Trouble Redfield?” Denal’s voice echoed over the gun fire as he slipped into the room, magnum constantly scanning the tables for a sight to shoot at.

“Who the hell are you? Umbrella think a few lackeys can kill us?” Chris shouted back through gritted teeth.

“Kill? Oh my, you have me all wrong…” Claire had snuck around as Denal moved in, scooting from table to table as she made to come up behind him. The other operatives were trying to warn him, but he’d turned off his radio, and over the gunfire they were not heard.

“Who the hell are you, amateur?” Valentine angrily asked as she popped up from behind a table, two magnum shots downing another Umbrella agent, whose screams filled the room as he tumbled down the stairs.

“I’m Chris Denal, if you must know my dear. Jill Valentine yes? You have a very long file up at Umbrella HQ you know.” Claire didn’t even have a chance to pull back on the trigger of her pistol as Denal spun suddenly around, a punch dropping her and sending her sprawling to the floor, her head knocking against one of the tables. She groaned, and as she started to rise, his foot kicked her pistol away from her, and his magnum was pushed to her temple. “Shh…”

It was a short struggle for Claire, before she was hauled to her feet and used as a shield for Denal. When he hit the landing, he cracked her in the back of the head with the handle of his magnum, and machine gun fire rained down on the tables to hold off Chris as he roared back onto his feet, calling out to Claire, and calling out for blood. Jill too exploded in rage and returned fire, but it wasn’t enough to clear a path to Claire. An operative was hit in the chest with a magnum round from her, but amazingly his bullet proof vest had managed to stop it.

“Thank you for the gift, all. Can I unwrap it in the car?” Denal mocked, hurrying up the stairs laughing. Now carrying Claire fully, he could only go so fast, but when he reached the top of the stairs, he was running for the vehicles. The other operatives hurried after him, though another went down on the run as he caught a magnum round to the back, and a shotgun shell to his left leg, which all but blew it off. He screamed and fell, but he was alive…

The remaining agents made it to the vehicles, Redfield and Valentine in pursuit, firing the whole way. The agent that had been waiting by the entrance to the neighborhood got in the driver’s seat of the police car, Denal slipping in the back with Claire, and the two other remaining agents hopping on two of the three motorcycles. Before they left, they opened fire on the third, popping the tires and causing the gas to leak out. Then, they all sped off back onto the main road, a panting Chris Redfield still trying to chase after them for a short ways, firing his shotgun, screaming, and then collapsing to the ground in the end, beating it with his fists. He’d let his sister get taken…again.

***

“Afternoon, Ms. Redfield.” As Claire’s eyes slowly opened to the world again, pain filling her skull, she groaned at hearing her captor’s voice. Denal loomed over her, not a weapon in sight as he held his hand out to help her up. She smacked it away though, glaring at him.

“And why don’t Umbrellas dogs just kill me this time?” She spat. Denal only smiled.

“I suppose they’ve bigger plans for you, Ms. Redfield, age 19, 5’5”, 115 lbs., not yet graduated from college…hm, you think we’ve got a pretty good description of you so far? I don’t.” Claire scowled, her icy glare not leaving Denal for a second. “You’re far more beautiful than it might describe.”

“Oh great, now Umbrella’s people hit on me. This their ‘great plan’? To get into my pants?”

“No, no…I think that’s more of a personal goal on my part.” He pressed forward suddenly, his lips forcing themselves against a shocked Claire’s. It took her a moment before she recovered from the shock of the passionate kiss, and bit down on his lip. Hen he pulled back, he licked his bleeding lower lip and smirked. “Feisty. I think I’ll enjoy this.” He stooped back down again, and as his prisoner got defensive, he suddenly jammed a shot into her leg, pressing the purple liquid within into her bloodstream. She yelped and tried to swing a fist at him…only to find her hands bound to the wall of the helicopter.

“What the hell was that!?” She screamed, tugging on her binds.

“Oh just a new ‘medication’ Umbrella’s recently made. One of my scientist friends gave me a sample. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it later. Who knows, might open your mind to a whole world of opportunities.” Laying a hand on her thigh, he chuckled a bit and slipped his sunglasses off with his other hand. Glaring up into those almost…wolf-like?...brown eyes, Claire began to realize it was going to be another long trip, and she could only hope someone was coming for her, lest she be left at the mercy of another psycho.