The league and the residential evil

Ch.1 An empty win

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Deep in the pit of South America…

Twelve years, it has been twelve years since he faked his death in Africa. He didn't believe his original planned failed, and it's all because of that arrogant fool; Chris Redfield. As Albert Wesker sat in his chair, he started to wonder what to do next. He still has some vials of the virus' from his little experiment in South Africa. He was expecting the experiment to fail at the end. But he was almost convinced that the experiment was a failure when B.S.A.A agents closed in on his position in that ship. He was ready for them to arrive though, he knew that they would get to his location when they killed Excella.

As he sat on his chair, he watched the survillances of the world. He needed a plan. He has an army, an army Chris and his little pest family that is the B.S.A.A foolishly left on the ship and the remaining ones in Africa they never found. He has the T-virus, the G-virus, T-Abyss Virus and C-virus; both of which he collected from those who were lucky enough to get such gifts, he has managed to collect the virus that the so called "Alex Wesker" created. With these virus' and this so called "mold" virus that has been spoken of, he will achieve his goals.

A goal, of global saturation, cleansing the world and making a new one; a world where he can rule. A world where natural selection was law and he was the master. He looked at the front window of a kitchen shop that was located in somewhere called "Metropolis." He had only been there once. It was full of arrogant fools who lived in total bliss. If only they knew of what went on in the world. If only they knew of what he had plans for.

For a while, he saw someone with a brief-case walk into an old mom and pop store. He knew what was the brief-case: the K9k-virus. A virus that would turn people into canine-like monsters or near obedient zombie-slaves. He needed that particular virus. He got up and walked out of the room he was in. With his luck, the virus would still be in the town when he gets there. When he got out of the door, he smiled. Things are going to go better this time. No one, not even that pest Redfield would stop him this time. He may have killed that clone, but that was because the clone was weak and Redfield only had help.

Wesker knew that this is going to go smoother than last time. For this time, he was going to best those who wronged him in the past. As the man walked through the massive hallways, he was saluted by the men he created. He knew that this new virus is going to help him in the grand scheme of things. The mold virus might just come in the mail with that idiot Baker child, but he is going to have to give this virus his full attention to achieve his over-all goals. This time, Wesker thought to himself. This time, I will defeat that coward Redfield and "collect" the sample of little Miss Valentine.

Wesker smiled as he walked down the hall, and when the doors opened on the other side, he started to laugh. This is going to be interesting.

Over in Metropolis….a day later

"Do you think that it is secure?" A suited man asked, looking at his subordinate. He was in the middle of an important meeting with another scientist from another part of his company.

"Yes, that Luther weirdo is too busy with those super-freaks to care for us." The man replied, putting his head on his hands. "Also, alongside the death of that Wesker terrorist and the so called 'villains' too busy with their shit, we have nothing to worry about."

The suited man looked over and saw a handful of men walk into the restaurant they were in and sat down at a table that gave them direct eye-shot of them. He didn't think much of them, they didn't look like much. They all looked like they came straight from South Africa or China with how much they looked like those who were infected in the regions, years ago. He turned his attention towards his friend and relaxed.

"Listen, I don't want to be in this blasted city." The man said, resting his head on his hand. "I feel like the whole damn city is going to fucking crash all around me." Just then, the other man turned his head towards the front doors of the restaurant and his face turned white. His friend turned to see what was going on and he thought the world was going to immediately end. He saw a familiar blonde-haired man walk into the restaurant with a smirk.

"I thought he died," The man said, no one else say the man as he started to walk straight at the two men. The men immediately got up and was about to run away from the table they were at.

"Excuse me sirs, it appears that your cash didn't balance out." A waiter said, coming straight out of nowhere. The suited men pretty much threw the man away and ran straight out the fire exit. The man who didn't have the brief-case was grabbed by the blonde and was yanked back. A vial that had a black substance fell on the ground and the man reached for it.

The other man didn't wait long for the man to see what the blonde was going to do. He dashed out of the restaurant and ran straight through the alleyway. He was glad that he was going to survive this nightmare. He was about to exit the alley, but he saw that some men from the restaurant immediately block the exit before he got there. He turned away and started running towards the other street. When he got close to the door to the restaurant, he saw that the blonde calmly walk out the door-way with blood on his black trench-coat.

The suited man looked around and saw a fire escape and jumped on the ladder that was up. He started climbing, but the fire escape's ladder fell when he was close enough to the top. He looked down and saw that the men were closing in with guns. He panicked and jumped over the railing and ran up the fire escape. He dodged gunfire and got on the building's rooftop. He was about to run across the building, but he felt someone grab his throat.

"I think you have something of mine." Someone said, raising the suited man up. The man struggled as he was lifted over the building's ledge.

"You're supposed to be dead." The man said, trying to get free. "The B.S.A.A said that you died in a volcano. You cannot even be standing here right now." The blonde, Albert Wesker, looked at the brief-case and grabbed it.

"Jokes on you asshole, you need the key to open it. Even if you get it off of me. You'll never open it." The suited man said, smiling. Wesker yanked the brief-case hard, tearing the man's hand off due to the hand-cuffs. Wesker threw the man off of the roof and smiled.

As the man died, he saw Wesker take out a key and smile. It was the same key that the other man had, the one in his torso. As Wesker walked away, the men with the guns walked over him and started to shoot him to the point where he was almost un-recognizable.

Later that day

"What did you see before it all happened?" Lois Lane, a reporter for the Daily planet, asked, looking at a resent customer of Chin-Changs, a local Chinese restaurant.

"I didn't see everything," The man said, shivering. "But all I saw was a blonde guy grab this one man who was in a suit and disemboweled him. Then, these bunch of men just took out guns and ran out of the joint and they ran into the alley." Just then, Clark Kent, the alter-ego of the superhero Superman, came running in.

"Sorry I'm late Lois," Clark said, straightening up. "I was caught with a story that was a couple of blocks from here." Lois smiled, she liked Clark and his ability to always care for finding stories and wanting to keep an eye out of them. Just as Clark's breathing slowed down to normal, someone came out from out of the alleyway. A man in a Chinese mask walked out casually and looked at the reporters.

"That's one of the men from earlier." The man from the restaurant said, scarred. As the reporters started to take pictures and some of the cops that were there started to walk cautiously over to the Chinese man, the man quickly grew violent. When the cops took out their tasers and batons, the man drew a machete and slashed one of the cops' heads off and slashed another's head in two. Clark quickly took action and started to walk look for a way to get himself into Superman.

"Lois, get to a safe place and call the cops, I'll get a scoop." Clark said, trying to sound a little intimidated. Lois put her hands on her hips and gave him the "are you really pulling this right now," look. Just then, a body of one of the officers were thrown straight into a police car. Lois looked at the car as she jumped back from it. When she looked at her fellow journalist, she noticed that he was gone. Just as she was about to see where he went, Superman conveniently came in out of nowhere.

"Sir, I'd advise you to stop your attacking people right now." Superman said, putting his hand up in a "Stop" fashion. The man in the mask yelled and threw his machete straight at the man of steel. The machete only clanked as it bounced off of the hero. Superman looked at the blade as it bounced off and looked at the man with a "seriously" look. The mysterious man let out a huge battle cry and ran straight at the alien.

Superman caught the Japanese man by his arms and held him up. The mysterious man shoved his feet on Superman's face and started to push him so hard, that he shoved his shoulders out of their sockets and tore his arms clean out off. Superman stood there horrified, he didn't expect a man to tear his out arms out just to get away from him. What was this man taking? Bath salts?

The man landed on the ground and the stubs on him started to bubble up and grow. Superman tilted his head and released the Asian man's arms. The man started to grow some tentacle-like arms in place of his normal arms. Lois took a picture of the man and started to take notes of what happened. The Asian man looked at the journalist and he extended his arms at her. Superman flew on the arms and stopped them, only inched close to Lois.

"Lois Lane," Superman said, looked at the journalist. "I don't mind that you are doing your job, but can you please get out of here?" Lois nodded and started to run to safety. Just then, the monster man yelled and started to run at Superman, intending to kill him. Superman took the man by the shirt and tossed him in the sky. As the two went farther and farther up, the man with the tentacle arms kept saying something in Chinese.

Just before Superman could ask the man what he was saying, the man started to expand and turn into some maggot-like abomination. Before Superman could even react, the monster exploded; covering the man of steel in pus and blood. The alien hero had no idea what to do. He had dealt with monster before, but never would they explode on him like that. As he started to float back down to the Earth, he could hear the clicking of cameras as journalists came in to ask him what happened. One thing he heard that caught his attention was a camera clicking on a building. He looked up and saw a man in full black looking at him, smiling. Before he could react, the man disappeared in a puff of black smoke.

In the B.S.A.A headquarters…couple of hours later….

"Shit." Chris Redfield, one of the co-founders of the Bioterrerism Security Assessment Alliance, said as he put the newspaper down. Jill Valentine, another Co-founder, looked at Redfield in confusion.

"What's wrong Chris?" She asked, tilting her head. "Did the Bears lose again?" She tried to make a joke, since football wasn't her thing, she thought making a joke about a team that is joked about losing all the time would lighten some bad information.

"I wish it was football, but we have bigger problems." Chris said, showing his old friend the articale that stirred his emotions. Jill looked at the newspaper and she almost cringed a little.

In other news, the article read. Superman, known hero in metropolis seems to be in over his head when a man infected with the C-virus appears. At 10:12 A.M Yestarday morning, armed men entered Chin-Changs, a local Chinese restaurant, and killed two men. A man who shockingly meets the description of Albert Wesker, a Bio-terrerist who had died only a few years ago, was said to be amongst them. Who is this strange person? Who was this group of people? Where is the B.S.A.A? And more importantly, what is Superman and the rest of the Justice League going to do now?

Jill didn't know what to say. She thought the B.S.A.A got all of the people who were a part of the whole terrorist plot that Derek Simmons cooked up. She looked at Redfield, they both knew what to do. They immediately got up and got ready for Metropolis. What is going to happen in Metropolis? They didn't know, but they did know that it was going to be a hell of a party when they get there. Jill sorta owed Chris for not being there for him when Derek went rogue.

When the two agents were out of the room, a fly landed on the newspaper. The fly turned around and looked at the newspaper. To the untrained eye, it was a normal fly, but to those who knew what they were doing, they'd know it was in fact, a robot surveillance robot made to look like a fly.

TO BE CONTINUED!

Insert "I'll be a roundabout" here. XD…I love resident evil and the justice league. I sorta wondered something after beating Resident evil 5 for the millionth time, what would happen if the Wesker we fought at the end of the game was a fact? That was sorta the insteration of this story…..And I might make other stories off of the idea that the "wesker" we fought in the end of RE5 was a fake….That and that ending and fight was sorta weak when you know the character of Wesker…Oh, yeah…..Before I forget….My friend, Mr. Kite, is sorta in debt with the college he went to. He has a , if you can, donate some money. You don't have to, but he would be appreatiate it. I would if I wasn't broke…. Plus as a friend, I sorta want to help him out any way I can.