Resident Evil EX: Zero
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
44,605
Reviews:
43
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
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Prelude: The Crimson Leech
Detailed Summary: I have been playing around with the concept in recent months and having seen several other writers and artists produce material, I've finally decided to produce my own erotic vision of the Resident Evil Series. The overall basis will revolve around the protagonist's sexual encounters with the various mutations which have made the series so memorable. The first installment will center on Rebecca Chambers and the various creatures from the prequel title, one of my favorite of the series. Should everything proceed successfully, I'll probably continue with the next three games in order. The opening chapter doesn't have anything erotic happening, but will provide some explanations to the unusual behavior the monsters will be exhibiting. Enjoy.
Resident Evil EX: Zero
Prelude: The Crimson Leech
Raccoon Forest
July 23rd, 6:21 PM
The tenacious mastermind once known as James Marcus stood upon one of the many towering summits which crafted the mid-western mountains. The thickened woodlands around the forested mountains were glowing with the silver illumination of the full moon and stars which studded the evening horizon in the thousands. The nearby streams could be heard grumbling against the nonsensical chatter of the nocturnal wildlife. The natural splendors of the treacherous wilderness were dominant around the mountain region and went without the intrusion of modern civilization. Those brave enough to venture so deeply into the wilderness might have become either entranced by the gorgeous scenery or made nervous by the absence of modern society. However, the resurrected creature couldn’t have cared less about the serene brilliance which surrounded him, instead concerning himself with his own bloody vengeance, which was awaited and deserved.
The Ecliptic Express would be passing through those same wooded mountains within the next couple minutes. The solitary transport would come with an assortment of ignorant people who were doomed to his brutal judgment, the whole lot of them deemed guilty due to the sins of their mutual employer. The midnight express was owned and operated by the Umbrella Corporation. The luxury transport would be bringing several employees and executives to oversee certain interests in the adjacent metropolis of Raccoon City. The international company’s managers and supervisors stationed within the mountain town would be expecting an annual inspection, never once suspecting the sinister deception occurring before them. Among the assorted passengers were corporate investigators dispatched to uncover the horrific accidents which had occurred within two of the company’s most concealed research and development facilities.
The reborn sociopath drew an unending amusement from the horrible situation, having loosed the vile corporation’s own experimental weapon upon their precious installations. The underground research and development facility had crumbled two months earlier, their arrogant scientists consumed by their own terrible creation. It was a month before their training facility experienced containment problems and their homegrown abominations escaped, ripping into the corporate military overnight. On this most ominous evening, those onboard the Ecliptic Express would be experiencing the same bloody judgment which awaited everyone connected to the unscrupulous corporation.
The formidable mastermind looked down toward the filthy creatures gathering around his bare feet, in the same manner that mesmerized cultists might surround some dark prophet. The silvery-granite creatures were once common leeches, pathetic parasites which could have been scooped up in most swamps and marshes. The mutagenic tyrant virus made them into his own vile legion of infernal messengers. Their swarming numbers, daunting swiftness and bloodthirsty mouth promised a horrible demise to those who stood before their sovereign’s vengeance. The wretched mutations also existed for the purpose of delivering the biological weapon which would resurrect their poor victims into the most ungodly existence. The churning hoard of moonlit mutants swarming in his shadow, they would soon become the messengers of his bloody vengeance.
The young-looking stranger turned his lingering attention toward the quartet of crimson-colored leeches perched upon one of his broad shoulders. The stranger smirked toward the rare breed which adorned his robe, his mind loosely pondering the interesting situations which would be created by these unique versions. The vile corporation took to throwing away most of his specimens which took part in his experiments with the progenitor virus and these crimson leeches were the remnant. The random mutations which occurred within the quartet over an entire decade allowed them to begin producing a unique variant of viral venom. It gave them a viral sting which would result in unforeseen mutations and adaptations within those who somehow managed to survive in the wake of being bitten. His insatiable curiosity peaked; the reborn mastermind often sent one or two of the crimson variant into the world with his army of death bringers.
James Marcus bore witness to some amusing moments created during the outbreaks in both ruined instillations, the crimson messenger’s viral sting contaminating researchers and security personnel alike. There was one young soldier who was granted enhanced sensory and managed to avoid even the swiftest abominations, but couldn’t stand up to their superior strength. A virologist at the mansion instillation went through rapid muscle growth, the old man’s skinny frame swelling to such inhuman proportions that some vital organs ruptured. A biologist experienced an incredible healing factor which soothed away lacerations within mere moments, but it proved quite worthless when one of the mutants devoured him. A zoologist turned an odd bluish color before perishing from cerebral complications, viciously inflicted upon her by another scientist who was stricken with crippling insanity.
The resurrected antagonist had long since come to the conclusion that predicting the outcome of the rampant viral sting was quite impossible. It was an odd circumstance that the viral sting granted immunity from the mutant pandemic, but it was not too often someone died from the infection. It was quite strange that some showed no obvious mutation, but were often struck down before it could develop within the victim’s bloodstream. The tenacious mastermind would watch these peculiar occurrences play out through his dedicated messengers. It was not so much for the sake of knowledge, but because it gave him a kind of sadistic amusement which would not have been found elsewhere.
The distinct whistle echoing over the wooded mountains tore the mutant sociopath’s attention away from retrospective musings and back to his aching vengeance. A commanding mental suggestion sent the legion of parasitic messengers out from his ominous shadow and down into the verdant woodlands. The oozing wretches were soon perched in the branches over the iron tracks, awaiting the luxury transport as it came plowing through the region. In the next moment, horrified screaming and violent bloodshed sounded against the roaring engine, the conductor’s whistle and random gunshots accenting the chaos of the onslaught. It was not two minutes before the private train was dormant upon the tracks and the numerous passengers were limp in their chairs and rooms. The mastermind smirked, issuing another command that his children prepare their cocoons, which would consume the cursed deceased and churn out the next generation…
Raccoon Forest
July 23rd, 8:37 PM
The crimson leech moved through the evening shadows without the slightest forethought to the immediate situation which had come out of nowhere and demanded its undivided attention. It had been a couple hours since the condemn transport went silent and the numerous passengers dropped dead on the hardwood flooring. This one crimson creature had been wandering about when a great metal dragon came crashing down into the canopy and touched down not too far away. It was not a moment before some people came out from the injured creature. The crimson messenger did not understand the words made between the humans, nor could it have understood the strange equipment they were carrying. It’s primitive instincts were intact however and its own rampant bloodlust sent it moving toward the nearest member of the paramilitary group. The creature moved over olive fabric and bite down into the warm blooded creature with her viral stinger once it recognized that it was touching smooth flesh.
"Ow!"
The crimson parasite quickly extracted its vicious stinger and dropped away, one gloved hand clamping down where it had been in the moment before. A stumbling pair of combat boots rained down around the crimson creature as she moved through the overgrown foliage, darting away from the crowd and into the dark shadow of their downed transport. The petite young woman, the owner of the delicious blood, looked around for several moments before abandoning her impromptu search and pursuing her comrades as the group went wandering elsewhere. The crimson messenger steeled itself within the shade of the ruined helicopter, not wanting to draw attention while awaiting the return of the wandering strangers. The chronicles of the crimson messenger would continue soon with another victim, but the events which would follow the young medical officer would prove to be noteworthy. Her opening mission was going to be quite memorable once the progenitor virus began growing and mutating within her warm bloodstream…
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Female Leeches: Yeah. My original creation to justify how Rebecca Chambers is going to miraculously survive sexual encounters with the bloodthirsty monsters that populate the Resident Evil Series. The unique venom carried by these leeches is a mutant variant of the progenitor virus and is loosely connected to the virus which resurrected and empowered Albert Wesker. The random mutations experienced by those who are exposed cannot be accurately predicted, although exposure makes carriers immune to the other mutagens derived from the progenitor virus. The mutations experienced by Rebecca Chambers aren’t going to produce obvious transformations, but the underlying mutations will realistically justify her sudden capability to survive sexual encounters with normally murderous monsters.
Resident Evil EX: Zero
Prelude: The Crimson Leech
Raccoon Forest
July 23rd, 6:21 PM
The tenacious mastermind once known as James Marcus stood upon one of the many towering summits which crafted the mid-western mountains. The thickened woodlands around the forested mountains were glowing with the silver illumination of the full moon and stars which studded the evening horizon in the thousands. The nearby streams could be heard grumbling against the nonsensical chatter of the nocturnal wildlife. The natural splendors of the treacherous wilderness were dominant around the mountain region and went without the intrusion of modern civilization. Those brave enough to venture so deeply into the wilderness might have become either entranced by the gorgeous scenery or made nervous by the absence of modern society. However, the resurrected creature couldn’t have cared less about the serene brilliance which surrounded him, instead concerning himself with his own bloody vengeance, which was awaited and deserved.
The Ecliptic Express would be passing through those same wooded mountains within the next couple minutes. The solitary transport would come with an assortment of ignorant people who were doomed to his brutal judgment, the whole lot of them deemed guilty due to the sins of their mutual employer. The midnight express was owned and operated by the Umbrella Corporation. The luxury transport would be bringing several employees and executives to oversee certain interests in the adjacent metropolis of Raccoon City. The international company’s managers and supervisors stationed within the mountain town would be expecting an annual inspection, never once suspecting the sinister deception occurring before them. Among the assorted passengers were corporate investigators dispatched to uncover the horrific accidents which had occurred within two of the company’s most concealed research and development facilities.
The reborn sociopath drew an unending amusement from the horrible situation, having loosed the vile corporation’s own experimental weapon upon their precious installations. The underground research and development facility had crumbled two months earlier, their arrogant scientists consumed by their own terrible creation. It was a month before their training facility experienced containment problems and their homegrown abominations escaped, ripping into the corporate military overnight. On this most ominous evening, those onboard the Ecliptic Express would be experiencing the same bloody judgment which awaited everyone connected to the unscrupulous corporation.
The formidable mastermind looked down toward the filthy creatures gathering around his bare feet, in the same manner that mesmerized cultists might surround some dark prophet. The silvery-granite creatures were once common leeches, pathetic parasites which could have been scooped up in most swamps and marshes. The mutagenic tyrant virus made them into his own vile legion of infernal messengers. Their swarming numbers, daunting swiftness and bloodthirsty mouth promised a horrible demise to those who stood before their sovereign’s vengeance. The wretched mutations also existed for the purpose of delivering the biological weapon which would resurrect their poor victims into the most ungodly existence. The churning hoard of moonlit mutants swarming in his shadow, they would soon become the messengers of his bloody vengeance.
The young-looking stranger turned his lingering attention toward the quartet of crimson-colored leeches perched upon one of his broad shoulders. The stranger smirked toward the rare breed which adorned his robe, his mind loosely pondering the interesting situations which would be created by these unique versions. The vile corporation took to throwing away most of his specimens which took part in his experiments with the progenitor virus and these crimson leeches were the remnant. The random mutations which occurred within the quartet over an entire decade allowed them to begin producing a unique variant of viral venom. It gave them a viral sting which would result in unforeseen mutations and adaptations within those who somehow managed to survive in the wake of being bitten. His insatiable curiosity peaked; the reborn mastermind often sent one or two of the crimson variant into the world with his army of death bringers.
James Marcus bore witness to some amusing moments created during the outbreaks in both ruined instillations, the crimson messenger’s viral sting contaminating researchers and security personnel alike. There was one young soldier who was granted enhanced sensory and managed to avoid even the swiftest abominations, but couldn’t stand up to their superior strength. A virologist at the mansion instillation went through rapid muscle growth, the old man’s skinny frame swelling to such inhuman proportions that some vital organs ruptured. A biologist experienced an incredible healing factor which soothed away lacerations within mere moments, but it proved quite worthless when one of the mutants devoured him. A zoologist turned an odd bluish color before perishing from cerebral complications, viciously inflicted upon her by another scientist who was stricken with crippling insanity.
The resurrected antagonist had long since come to the conclusion that predicting the outcome of the rampant viral sting was quite impossible. It was an odd circumstance that the viral sting granted immunity from the mutant pandemic, but it was not too often someone died from the infection. It was quite strange that some showed no obvious mutation, but were often struck down before it could develop within the victim’s bloodstream. The tenacious mastermind would watch these peculiar occurrences play out through his dedicated messengers. It was not so much for the sake of knowledge, but because it gave him a kind of sadistic amusement which would not have been found elsewhere.
The distinct whistle echoing over the wooded mountains tore the mutant sociopath’s attention away from retrospective musings and back to his aching vengeance. A commanding mental suggestion sent the legion of parasitic messengers out from his ominous shadow and down into the verdant woodlands. The oozing wretches were soon perched in the branches over the iron tracks, awaiting the luxury transport as it came plowing through the region. In the next moment, horrified screaming and violent bloodshed sounded against the roaring engine, the conductor’s whistle and random gunshots accenting the chaos of the onslaught. It was not two minutes before the private train was dormant upon the tracks and the numerous passengers were limp in their chairs and rooms. The mastermind smirked, issuing another command that his children prepare their cocoons, which would consume the cursed deceased and churn out the next generation…
Raccoon Forest
July 23rd, 8:37 PM
The crimson leech moved through the evening shadows without the slightest forethought to the immediate situation which had come out of nowhere and demanded its undivided attention. It had been a couple hours since the condemn transport went silent and the numerous passengers dropped dead on the hardwood flooring. This one crimson creature had been wandering about when a great metal dragon came crashing down into the canopy and touched down not too far away. It was not a moment before some people came out from the injured creature. The crimson messenger did not understand the words made between the humans, nor could it have understood the strange equipment they were carrying. It’s primitive instincts were intact however and its own rampant bloodlust sent it moving toward the nearest member of the paramilitary group. The creature moved over olive fabric and bite down into the warm blooded creature with her viral stinger once it recognized that it was touching smooth flesh.
"Ow!"
The crimson parasite quickly extracted its vicious stinger and dropped away, one gloved hand clamping down where it had been in the moment before. A stumbling pair of combat boots rained down around the crimson creature as she moved through the overgrown foliage, darting away from the crowd and into the dark shadow of their downed transport. The petite young woman, the owner of the delicious blood, looked around for several moments before abandoning her impromptu search and pursuing her comrades as the group went wandering elsewhere. The crimson messenger steeled itself within the shade of the ruined helicopter, not wanting to draw attention while awaiting the return of the wandering strangers. The chronicles of the crimson messenger would continue soon with another victim, but the events which would follow the young medical officer would prove to be noteworthy. Her opening mission was going to be quite memorable once the progenitor virus began growing and mutating within her warm bloodstream…
______________________________________________________
Female Leeches: Yeah. My original creation to justify how Rebecca Chambers is going to miraculously survive sexual encounters with the bloodthirsty monsters that populate the Resident Evil Series. The unique venom carried by these leeches is a mutant variant of the progenitor virus and is loosely connected to the virus which resurrected and empowered Albert Wesker. The random mutations experienced by those who are exposed cannot be accurately predicted, although exposure makes carriers immune to the other mutagens derived from the progenitor virus. The mutations experienced by Rebecca Chambers aren’t going to produce obvious transformations, but the underlying mutations will realistically justify her sudden capability to survive sexual encounters with normally murderous monsters.