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Heaven Can Wait
Kasage Starrunner
Disclaimer: Resident Evil and all characters, settings, monsters, and corporations associated with the game series and the movie are © Capcom and its affiliates. The author has no association with any of these companies.
All other characters and creations are © Kasage Starrunner. The author would like to note that Petra Cross, (Jo Sullivan, possibly) and Adrian Rhoades are part of a joint game project with her and friends, and that Petra will also be used in a collaborative mange started by Mangaworkshop.net. Also, the character Alex Quenby is based on her character, Quenby Andries from the Infinite Spiral Manga saga. Other character associations will be mentioned as necessary.
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Warnings: Violence (as typical for Resident Evil), profanity (the worst namely on the part of Petra)--more warnings will be added if necessary.
Chapter One: Ice, Sodas, and Suicidal Tendencies
Antarctic Base: End of CODE:Veronica
'The self-destruct system has been activated. All personnel evacuate immediately.'
Petra Cross had come inside to escape the cold and now she had to go back out into it to escape the impending explosion. The woman pushed a strand of green dyed hair from her pale face as she stepped over the rotting corpse of a dead zombie. She suddered involuntarily. This had not been her day all around. The air was oppressing enough as it was, add in the bodies, and you had the makings of a B-rated ... The punk opted not to finish that thought, as the hairs on her neck raise even higher.
'God, I hate Umbrella.'
She hit the button to a door on her left, hoping to God it was the way she came in. Her hair lifted a little as the door raised, and her heart beat a little faster. The woman stepped in and sighed--wrong door again. Ever since she had got into this strange mansion-in-a-base she had been un able to orient herself correctly.
'The self-destruct system has been activated. All personnel evacuate immediately.'
Petra looked around the little room, ready to back out, when suddenly she stood shock-still. 'What the-- What the shit's up and fuck!'
A boy lay in the corner with a rather unsightly hole through his abdomen. 'Holy shit. Holy freakin' shit.' She tugged at the hoop at the top of her ear, continuing to mutter than phrase.
'The self-destruct system has been activated. All personnel evacuate immediately.'
Dead, naked boy in the corner, yea. More to my list of today's joys. She took off her jacket, revealing the short tube top underneath. She'd be cold, but she didn't really want to stare at a naked corpse--it wasn't her idea of a good time at all.
Violet gloved hands wrapped him as effectively as possible, then slung him over her shoulder. 'Dead or not, if you're not a zombie then you're coming with me.' She shook her head to clear it, trying to ignore the limp arm dangling down her back as she retreated from the room.
Violet-contact colored eyes examined the wall outside, once more. For the first time she spied the sign labeling the Emergency Elevator shaft. Petra ran to it and jamming the buttons started her descent, still praying that the place wasn't ready to blow quite yet.
'The self-destruct system has been activated. All personnel evacuate immediately.'
Petra was about ready to start chanting with the recorded voice--that or yell at it to shut the hell up. Between that and the sirens she was getting a headache.
'The self-destruct system ...'
'Has been activated, all personnel get your asses out before you're blown to bits.'
She exited the elevator and started on the catwalk to the door outside, passing by a plane that had collide with the building. She had spied it on the way in, but forgotten about it until now. It was quite the day for plane crashed in Antarctica so it seemed. Impossibly conveniant if you asked her.
Goosebumps were already starting to raise on her skin and her breath rose in clouds above her short, tapered hair. She stopped briefly to catch her breath and adjust the load of the boy on her back. His auburn hair draped over her shoulder near her head and she shuddered once more, half expecting him to awake and bite her neck. The body, however, remained immobile, and she pressed on out the double doors.
'The self-destruct system has been activated. All personnel evacuate immediately.'
If it was cold inside the base, it was colder outside in the bitter Antarctic wind. Petra bit her lip and began running, risking slipping on the ice to escape major frostbite and the impending explosion of Umbrella's home on the end of the earth.
It wasn't until she got onto the steps past the landing platform that Petra had to pause again. She squinted up at the sky, risking freeing a hand to watch a jet pass noisily over her head, leaving the base. 'The hell?' she yelled over the sound. Someone else was leaving the base? Were they the people from the cargo plane? Did they know this boy? Did they kill him? What the hell was going on here?
No time to ponder. With loud crunches she continued down the metal stairs, gripping her load with frozen knuckles, despite her gloves. On the second to last step her boot hit black ice and she tumbled down to the snow below, the boy flying away a few feet further.
'Fuck,' she spat, her unprotected stomach recoiling from the frozen ground. She reached out with her gloved right hand to get up and touched instead a black boot. 'The hell?' she said again.
'Such language for a lady.'
Petra crawled onto her knees and looked up. 'Who the hell are you?' The man smiled down at her, red eyes glinting through the snow blowing in the air. It was the last thing she saw before everything went black.
***
Undisclosed Location
The dark alley was filled with them--zombies: decayed, hungry, and disgusting. The blond cornered by them bared her teeth, frustrated, the door behind her locked and not budging. In her black jumpsuit it was difficult to distinguish her gender from a man. Even the thick brows lowered over deadly blue eyes gave a masculine impression. She tried the the doorknob one last time--still locked, and the ket was nowhere to be seen.
The woman struck out with her feet, kicking the two zombies into three others. The action held them off long enough for her to check her inventory once again. There was still nothing there but her lighter, a combat knife, and one more round worth of handgun bullets.
'Shit,' she growled.
Naked fingers reloaded effortlessly as she stepped onto a crate to distance herself from the encroaching zombies. With four out of five bullets she felled half of the undead. The rest continued toward her, as if they knew that she was on her last bullet. She could see the peeling flesh on the forerunner's face and the stench of death was unavoidable.
'This is ridiculous.' With deadly aim she shot at the door. The locking mechanism finally released and the door swung open, revealing darkness beyond. Finally seeing an escape from doom, she lept through the air and out the door, slamming it shut before the front zombie could grab at her arm and bite.
Suddenly the lights came up and the zombies, new room, and door were gone, revealing a white room surrounding her with reflective steel floors. A balding programmer signaled her from an observation window on the far end of the room. The blond jogged across to the room and entered, throwing her virtually programmed utility belt to the ground.
'How'd I do, Josephs?' she asked.
'You timed out at 6 minutes and 38 seconds, Alex.'
'Level 10, right?'
'12, actually. That's the best score we've had yet. Most either died or completed it in over 15 minutes of virtual time.'
'And the door?'
'The only way out was to shoot it.'
Alex nodded, satisfied. No injuries, good time, and level complete--not a bad evening's work. 'I could have done better, Josephs.'
'The Corporation realises that I'm sure. You'll get your results and placement within the next week, though considering your attitude it will likely be in your inbox by morning.' The middle aged man held out his hand and the woman took it. 'Good luck, Alex Quenby.'
She fingered the Umbrella logo on her Shock-Suit. 'Same to you, doctor, if luck is the word.'
'Luck is the word in this city.'
Alex smirked. 'It could be worse, you know. You could be a zombie in Raccoon City.' She laughed and marched out the back door into the main hallway.
'That's not funny,' Dr. Josephs yelled after her. 'Alex---Alex!'
***
Jet Plane En Route to Europe
Claire leaned back in her chair, getting the first real sleep that she had gotten in days. Her hands lay folded in her lap, eyelids flitting occasionally in her dreams. Chris smiled as he glanced at her--she seemed to have changed so much since he saw her last. When he left for Raccoon City she had still seemed like a girl. Now she was an adventuresome, brave, clear-thinking woman. For the most part, his sister could take care of herself, and that amoung all things was what surpised the older brunette the most.
He glanced at the gauges briefly, and spying an ant smashed it with his index finger. He'd honestly never think of the little insects the same way ever again, thanks to Alexia Ashford. The young man glanced out the window and watched the clouds roll by for a few seconds. They must be about halfway there by now--the sky was getting dark. Claire twitched next to him. The two of them would have to catch up when they next got the chance--maybe after this whole thing was over and they could rest. She could tell him all about the boy Steve and her experience in Raccoon City--how she met Leon S. Kennedy. When Umbrella was gone they'd have plenty of time.
When ...
***
Umbrella Barracks, Paris France
'Do you think this soda's safe?'
Alex looked up from her copy of the New York Times. 'What?'
'Do you think this soda's safe?' Brown eyes gazed intently at the ingredients on the side of the soda can. 'I mean, it's an Umbrella-made soda.'
'The soda is not made by Umbrella, Jo.'
The brunette bounced up from the bed, ponytail bobbing up and down. 'Rain Soda is made by a minor company owned by the Umbrella Corporation--it's why they have the machines here in the building.'
'If you don't trust it, don't drink it.'
Jo sat it down on the floor and stared down on it. 'But I'm thirsty.'
'So drink water.'
'I trust it even less. It hasn't been processed.'
Alex put the paper over her head. 'Christ!' Jo gave her a smack. 'What th-'
'Don't swear.' She opened the soda and looked at it, then poured it in a glass and stared at it some more.
'Just drink the damn soda, Sullivan.'
'Hey, no need to pull in the last name.' She started to take a sip, then changed her mind. 'Got a water testing kit by any chance?'
The blond rolled over. 'I'm going to bed. I get my placement tomorrow and I don't have time for this.'
Jo stopped examining the bubbling clear liquid and looked at Alex. Her thin eyebrows lowered for a moment. 'They haven't placed you yet?'
'Mrrr.'
'What?'
'What do you think?'
'I'm heading back to my college city--S.T.A.R.S. I requested the position and the gave me one as second-in-command.'
'I never knew you were suicidal.'
'Hey, just because the Alpha Team in Raccoon City was decimated doesn't mean--'
'You're suicidal.'
'Thanks. I guess from you I should take that as a compliment.'
'You'd better. I'm going to rule the world one day.'
'Uh-huh. And with an attitude like yours I'm sure that the whole world will bow before you, obeying your every sardonic whim.'
The masculine female cackled. 'It'd make life more interesting.'
'Okay, Hitler.'
'Oh stop. I'd never take over the world. I'm too--'
'Bitter?'
'I was going to say sarcastic, but bitter works.'
'Where do you want to work, anyway?'
'Top level, why?'
'That'll never happen.'
'Why not, Java Jo?'
'You're too good.'
'At what?'
'Everything.'
Alex put the paper away. 'I'm going to bed.'
Jo shook her head and grinned. 'You are. I don't know ho-'
'Goodnight.'
The brunette sighed and climbed into bed, staring at the cup of Umbrella soda. 'Goodnight.'
***
Undisclosed Location
'Have her put into prison in a city where JANUS can keep an eye on her. I don't have time to babysit nosy college students.' The deep voice sounded disgusted--as if this conversation had already gone on too long.
'What about the boy?' The voice was high and genderless. A long fingered hand motioned in the slanted light, but nothing else of the two shadowed figures was visible in the dimly lit room.
'Don't worry about that corpse, I have plans for it.'
'Sordid, no doubt.'
The sillouhette laughed. 'Sordid indeed, my revenge is in that box. Take care of the girl and quit troubling yourself on my expense. Honestly, you'd think you were raised by an Ashford.
'Quit throwing names around. I don't have time for babysitting either. You're lucky I have time to drop her off into police custody, otherwise I might just let her lose unguarded. I have my own business as well, and where that's concerned your revenge can wait.'
'I'll take it that you want no more trespassers for presents.'
'You know what I want, now get out of my site, you wheedling parasite.'
The man slipped out of the room, leaving the other figure to more important business.
***
Jet Plane En Route to Europe
Claire woke up at about 4:00am Greenwich Mean Time. She yawned and avoided the urge to stretched in the cramped confines of the cockpit. The red-head looked over at where her older brother carefully monitored the in-flight systems and frowned. 'How long was I out?'
Chris looked over at her and shrugged. 'Most of the night. You needed a good nap.'
The young woman rocked her neck back and forth. It was stiff from sleeping in the chair for so many hours. She looked out the window at the cloud plane below them. 'Are we going back to Paris?'
Chris shook his head. 'We can't afford to--not until the rondeveau, anyway. I'm trying to think of a place where Umbrella hasn't heard of us, but I'm sure they have a notice out on all my friends by now.'
'Yeah, I guess after the stunt I pulled that was the least they could do.'
'At least you did something.'
Claire eyed her brother with her cloudless blue eyes. His brow was creased with stress and there were lines around his mouth from frowning with concentration. He looked so much older than her really was. 'You need to rest, Chris.'
'I can't afford it.'
'You have to. Tired people make mistakes and it'd be a shame if you came all this way only to die because you were exhausted. We can't beat Umbrella if we're too tired to puzzle through the next mess they throw at us.'
The older man gritted his teeth, then released. 'You're right, Claire. I can't even think straigh right now.'
'Thankyou. Now let's find a place to land this thing so we can both rest. I'm stiff all over from this chair.'
'That's what you get for sleeping in a jet.'
***
Umbrella Headquarters, Paris, France
The first thing Alex did when she got up was check her inbox for her assignment. It was there, in bold, red letters so she couldn't miss it:
Alexis Quenby
Assignment: Cpt. S.T.A.R.S. Omega Team
Location: Midfield Valley, English Channel
Second in Cmd: Jo-anne Sullivan
Report to site at 16:00 GMT to brief trainees.
Cold blue eyes blinked as she read the message three times. 'What the--' She looked again and it was still the same. S.T.A.R.S.? Omega? There had to be some mistake. She was worth more to the Corporation then this.
The woman printed a copy and jumped on the elevator to the Ground Floor, stomping passed the main desk and into the office of Assistant Executive Valeris Davenport.
'Sir? Sir!' cried the flustered secretary. 'You can't go in there without an appointment.'
The blond shot her an icy glare and the woman clamped her mouth shut. Alex nodded and marched through the wooden double doors to the office, slamming it ominously behind her.
'Valeris, you have some explaining to do,' she yelled, holding the printed slip.
The English businessman turned around in the chair behind his desk, laying his wrinkled hands on the table. Grey eyes glinted with a youthfulness that did not match his grey hair and deteriorating hair line. 'You're late,' he said matter-of-factly.
'What?'
'You're late. I expected you to storm into this office at 6:00am. It's now 6:15.'
'There was a crowd at the elevator.'
'I see.' Valeris picked up the paper between thumb and forefinger, as though it may be contaminated. He glance at it then looked at the glaring woman. 'You can stop giving me your death look now, Alex, its too early for that to work. Now, you're upset about your placement.'
'Upset is an understatement. You told me I was one of your most promising employees and you repay me with this--suicide.'
'Suicide is a harsh term for it, Alex, and its not like you're a member. You're a captain.'
'You said I'd go far.'
'The Holograph tests indicate that S.T.A.R.S. or some other branch of Umbrella counterstrike is your best match as an employee, and as there are no vacant positions in any other branch of the counterstrike forces it was only natural for me to take the liberty of placing you in S.T.A.R.S.'
'And the Omega--'
'Only means that the members of the team have yet to be properly trained, by yourself of course. You said that you wanted responsibility.'
'I'm a lone wolf, Mr. Davenport. I meant top-secret responsibility. I can carry information to my death if need be, but you know as well as I do that putting me in charge of a S.T.A.R.S. team is a death knell for the members under my command. I'm not a leader.'
'Oh posh, it builds character.'
'I don't want character, dammit. I want to go places.'
'And you will--to Midfield Valley. And I expect you to follow instructions better than Captain Wesker of Raccoon City. It would be a shame if Umbrella ... Lost track of you.'
'Valeris?'
The man motioned her inward. 'Understand, Alex, Umbrella is your god. The sooner you learn this, the safer you'll be.' He waved her to a normal position again and she leaned back. 'Now pack your things. One should never be late for their first day of work.'
'Yes, sir.' She turned to leave.
'Oh and Alex?'
'Yes.'
'Next time you clean up after a Tyrant in C-block could you please try not to contaminate the whole subfloor with B.O.W. gas? The Corporation would greatly appreciate it.'
'Yes, Valeris.'
The door shut behind her, and the executive looked after her for a moment, shaking his head. 'That woman is more like Albert Wesker used to be then any earthborn female ever should.'
TBC with Chapter 2.