Prologue

Author's notes: Okay this an idea I was developing in my head for a few years. It's a crossover primarily of resident evil, prototype and infamous gains. Although it's possible I may had other universes, suggestions would be appreciated on my part.

Ciro opened his eyes opened his eyes, and was met by complete and utter darkness. Where was he? The last thing he remembered he was walking home from Lisbon's medical school, to his apartment near dock of "Caís de Sodré" where he had a good view of the river Tejo, and of the 25 april Bridge, which was a smaller version of the golden gate Bridge in America, and also the giant statue of our lord Jesus Christ, which overlooked the river Tejo and Lisbon. He remembered getting home, walking into his bedroom when he was jumped by two men with in dark coats. They attacked him, knocked him to the ground, although Ciro remembered giving them a few bruises and perhaps even a broken jaw. They had restrained and ordered him to calm down in English. Ciro had learnt the language, has well has several others in school despite the fact he usually spoke Portuguese, his mother tongue, he was á Portuguese citizen after all. He had recognized the two men's accent has American, since he had met a few American navy man whose ship had docked in Lisbon, some of them had decided to spend shore leave in a bar he Ciro frequented. They had asked him for some pointers how to talk to local Portuguese girls, and some help translating since they didn't spoke a word of the language and Ciro had been happy to oblige, even formed a friendship with them, but the two men with him now were anything but friendly. When they saw he continued to resist them one of them took a syringe with a liquid inside and injected him in the neck with it. And has he felt the fluid spread through his veins he felt his muscles weakening and his senses dull until finally he blacked out.

Now he had awoken in this strange dark room with no idea where he was or how much time had passed, could have been hours could have been days.

He tried to move when he realized three things: One he laying in some sort of cold metal table, second he couldn't move because when he tried it he realized he had solid metal bondages closed around his wrists, ankles and one around his neck, and third he was naked. Ciro panicked, he was afraid like he had never been afraid before in his life.

"Help somebody, help me. For the love of Christ and God almighty somebody answer back." He yelled with all the strength his lungs allowed him, it didn't help that the room was dark. He had been afraid of the dark since he was a child, he always imagined the dark held creatures waiting for him watching him where he couldn't see them, he felt the fear of the unknown and right know that fear was out with in full strength.

He continued to scream and scream, until suddenly several bright lights came on, and he was temporarily blinded has his eyes adjusted to the light. He could know see he was in some sort of lab, a bio lab to be exact, there were centrifuges, microscopes, peltry dishes and even a few computers, but what stood out the most where a collection of vials, in a table next

Suddenly a big steel door opened and out of it came, a man. He was tall, he had long dark hair which reached his shoulders, a skinny body, a well-built face, he would have been handsome man if it wasn't for a look an unsettling look on his face that Ciro noticed, though he wasn't sure what it was.

"So my newest patient." Said the man with a neutral voice, while looking at á folder with some files. "Your name is Ciro Chang Silva, age 22, born in the Portuguese colony of Macau, China, on the July 26th 1944. Born to Alberto Silva, a Portuguese citizen, and Ling Chang a Chinese citizen, our sources say they met during the Japanese siege of Macau. Arrived today here at this facility, on the 18th of April 1969. So you're the offspring of two peoples, I see here you're a student at the medical school of Lisbon, I'm a doctor myself."

"Who are you?" said Ciro while trying to mask his own fear.

"How rude of me, a patient deserves to know who is the doctor treating him doesn't he, I am Doctor James Marcus."

"Patient? Treating me? What are you talking about?" The young man asked with a shocked look on his face. "There is nothing wrong with me."

Dr. Marcus smiled.

"You're absolutely right Ciro. You see this is not about fixing you, it's more about improving you. I specialize in some special ground breaking science which will change the course of human evolution forever."

Despite his fear Ciro's curiosity was picked. "What kind of science?" he asked though he had a feeling that he wasn't going to like the answer.

Dr. Markus showed a delighted smile at him. "The illegal kind, the one most scientists don't have the courage to do. You see science is about gaining knowledge, and in order to gain it we mustn't be held by naïve petty morality. And you my friend are about to help me do just."

"You like helping people don't you Ciro?" he continued. "You see we know you donate blood regularly to hospitals, you understand the value of sacrifice for the greater good. We managed to acquire some samples which showed that you would be an excellent test subject for our research."

Oh God, this was worse than any of Ciro's worst nightmares.

"Why are you doing this, you "Cabrão"(bastard)". He yelled not holding back his hatred.

"Language Mr. Silva. You see there are two types of humans in this world the superior ones and the lesser ones. It is the duty of the superior ones to grow and eliminate their rivals the lesser being in order to prosper and be masters of their environment."

"Sounds like Nazism?" Ciro spitted full of scorn.

The doctor seemed pretty offended at the comparison.

"Please" he said with an angry tone, "the fools of Hitler were nothing more than simple minded brutes, who actually believed that all it took was blond hair and blue eyes to be a superior human. Pathetic" he sneered.

"They failed to realize that we are all one species, so although they were right to believe in the ideology of a superior breed of humans, they failed to realize that evolution doesn't have loyalty to any nation or ideology, evolution is purity the strong survive and the weak perish."

He then walked towards the table with the science equipment and took a vial, the vial was full of a black fluid. Marcus approached him again and showed him the vial. Then he spoke has if he was speaking of something religiously sacred.

"This my young boy is the Progenitor virus. It is the key, the holy grail of humanity's evolution. Have you ever heard about the Ndipaya?"

Despite his anger Ciro wasn't about to let himself be taught by this mad men. "Yes." He answered. "They are a African tribe located in western Africa, with amazing architectural techniques and designs, used throughout the world, and are amazing warriors when they need to."

Marcus gave him a satisfied smile. "Have you read the books of Henry Travis, like the Portuguese explorers who arrived before any other European nation in Africa and sent scientific expedition to study the new continents life, animal, plants, minerals and the local tribes. Travis did the same has they did."

"Yes" answered Ciro. "He wrote books about his expeditions notably about the history and legends of Ndipaya kingdom. I read them all."

"Most people haven't even heard of him or read his books, since they were dismissed has fiction." Said Marcus with a smug look on his face. "I see you have the same passion for exploration like your ancestors did, the first people to cross the great ocean to discover new worlds in search of knowledge." He said with admiration.

"Can you tell me about the "stairway to the sun"?

Ciro was hesitant to answer but he had always been fascinated, by ancient history, myth and anthropology, he loved to talk about it and right know it seemed like a good way to alleviate the fear he was feeling.

"The stairway to the sun was a flower which according to the Ndipaya, was hidden in an underground cavern in the capital of their kingdom, the young man of the Ndipaya would, on certain ceremonies, consume the flower, which was said to be highly toxic, and they would die. However on rare occasions one Ndipaya would have a natural immunity against the poison, and he would survive and be declared king by the tribe. One of those kings was said to have lived for centuries and of being the bearer of superhuman abilities."

"Good, very good indeed. You see we discovered that ancient city, we found the flower and we discovered a virus inside it which we believe it was because of it that certain humans, with the right genetic attributes, could become evolved like the Ndipaya king. We believe the virus can rewrite the DNA of living organism to turn the into something better. That virus is the one I am holding right here, and you have been chosen for the honor of being of the people we administrate it to."

"What no. I don't want to be your lab rat." Ciro screamed this time in full panic mode. But Marcus ignored him.

"Unfortunately, all the people we have administered them to have either died or mutated horribly though interestingly. Who knows maybe with you it will be different."

This time Ciro was struggling violently against his bond, to no avail, only managing to make some cut in his skin. While put the Progenitor virus inside a syringe which slowly approached the young student's face until the needle drove right between the flesh of his neck.

"Rejoice" said Marcus. "For you are now property of the Umbrella corporation."

…

Dr. Marcus personal logs

26 of April 1969

After successfully being given the Progenitor virus the subject, now code named PROMETHEUS, began to experience severe pains for several hours before stabilizing. We already noticed an increase in strength and speed, here's hoping for more results.

6 of Mai 1969

Subject has developed enough strength to easily break human bone has if they were sticks. His intellect appears also to have also increased, has well has reaction time.

I do not understand how Progenitor has been so easily assimilated into the subject, it's almost like his body recognized the Progenitor virus and let it in. Although some of the changes seen in PROMETHEUS appear to be the result of the virus, it appears almost like the virus actually awakened something that was already inside his body, something ancient probably very powerful.

Need to investigate this further.

4 of December 1978

Have successfully developed the first strains of what I am now calling the T-Virus, thanks to my leeches, my little daughters. I have decided to administer them on Prometheus, who despite being 31 years hasn't aged a day over 22. I shall administer new strains of T-virus has I developed them and see were it leads us.

Have to be careful, his hatred for Umbrella seems to grow deeper and deeper. He seems especially resentful of the surgeries we performed on him without anesthetic; amazingly he was able to heal quickly.

12 Mars 1979

After receiving several new strains of the T-virus were injected into him, has well has the DNA of several bio organic weapons (BOWs), Prometheus's body, to my great surprise, managed to assimilated them all, but didn't show much improvement. It's almost like the different viruses are fighting each other, wreaking havoc in his body which doesn't seem to know into what it should evolve. I fear Prometheus may be a failure.

I shall wait for further development of more viruses before deciding if termination is required.

19 September 1982

Ashford was kind enough to send me some samples of the recently developed T-Veronica virus after the failure of her sister who tried testing it on herself which resulted in her unfortunate death.

I shall administer Prometheus, he either will evolve or he will die.

14 of November 1982

Success, the T-Veronica virus worked, Prometheus physiology is slowly stabilizing. I don't know why, but just a few minutes after the injection of the virus the subject sat down and started a strange form of meditation, normally I wouldn't pay much importance to this sort of mystical nonsense but the fact his that the subjects physiology began to stabelise as the meditation went on, it appeared to be too much of a coincidence for me to ignore so I ordered a specialist to observe this techniques to tell me from where this techniques come from. At first I thought it would be some kind of Chinese meditative technique passed on to the subject by is mother, however the specialist's conclusion were far more disturbing. He claimed that although some of the techniques were Chinese, they were mixed with many others from other cultures, but most disturbing they were mixed a large variety of unknown techniques who don't seem to relate to any known human culture.

What could this mean? Are this the subject's own inventions or did the veronica virus somehow unlock an ancestral memory stored in the subjects DNA, a memory so ancient dating maybe from before the time of the first pharaohs?

Maybe I am daydreaming. I'll need to study the Prometheus genetic code with more detail to be sure.

I have disposed of the specialist has security measure.

Nothing more to report.

2 of January 1986

It took me a few years, but I managed to map part of the Prometheus's genome. And the results baffled me and even more Mr. Spencer. The genetic elements, which give the subjects it's human form appear to be older than any other human we've seen before. The oldest form of homo sapiens was 100 thousand years old, however according to our subjects genome, his homo sapiens ancestor were already walking the earth over 6 million years ago, before humans began to move upright.

How could this be? Everything we know about human evolution and history tells us it's impossible, and yet here we have this genome coming from this subject who seems to laugh in the face of history, science and common sense.

Mr. Spencer doesn't think that the ability to absorb this mutative viruses, and Prometheus's meditations and mental discipline to be mere chance. He proposed these may be traits passed and knowledge passed on through blood from this elder human race, an advance race of humans like Mr. Spencer had envisioned. Spencer is now more convinced then ever of the righteousness of his cause, seeing this has proof of his ideal of a new superior breed of humans. Me however I no longer care about the cause, only expanding my knowledge matters now, I couldn't care less for Spencer or his dreams.

1987

Finally my request to Gentek has been approved by general Randall, of the United States military, and head of Blackwatch. I managed to capture Rendell's and the Pentagon's interest in on our subject. I spoke to them about how administering their precious Blacklight virus would help us create super soldiers and of course they were hooked to this idea, I could almost see their mouths drooling, the idiots they are like children playing soldiers, I almost felt the intelligence being drained out of me by their small minds.

Never mind the point is a Blacklight sample, cultivated from Elizabeth Green herself will soon be arriving and will be administered to Prometheus. I am excited, to say the least to see the effects it will cause.

When the general came to visit our training facility to observe the subject, the subject was excited to see the uniform, apparently believing the army had come to rescue him. It was quite of a shock for him when he realized the good military were actually helping us in our endeavors.

The subject began to hit the bulletproof glass in a foolish attempt to strangle the general.

1988

Prometheus has once again absorbed the Blacklight virus, although we saw some increase of strength and speed, they were not many changes. However my observations show that the subject's body is trying to slowly mix the different viruses in his body, almost has if it were trying to force them to coexist. I believe the subjects meditation is…

Wait, who's there? How dare you enter my lab waving your guns around? What are doing? No, nooooo.

(Gunshots)

"Oooohh, time to die doctor."

"Wesker? How couuuuuld you do thiiiiiis."

"I'll be taking over you're research now!"

"Birkin? Not you tooooo aaargh"

"He his dead ."

"I noticed that you fool. Clean this mess up."

Birkin's audio log

On this day my former fool of a mentor has been "relieved" of his duties permanently. I shall take over his research.

1990

I must focus on my G-virus research that's why I'm sending Prometheus to be frozen in cryogenic sleep at the Umbrella research facility in Antarctica. For some reason poor little Alfred Ashford was hesitant to lend us the facility but in the end it was Mr. Spencer's decision.

Subject is to be reawakened when I I'm ready to inject him the final version of the G-virus.

Has a parting gift I administered him the Wesker virus, which we will soon be required to administer to all the Wesker children.

1998

My work on the G-Virus is almost complete I have ordered the transfer of Prometheus to the Raccoon city underground lab. The subject will be transported by a US air force plane. Onboard he shall be escorted by three squads, one composed by Umbrella's very own USS(Umbrella security service) Blackwatch soldiers, and Delta force, since general Randall has a vested interest in this project.

…

The night was dark and cold, the wind blew and shock the tree branches, meanwhile the full moon rose high above the tree tops, casting it's light over the face of the earth, almost has if to remind the world that even in the darkness a single spark of light could drive away the shadows and the terrors that lurked in it, almost has if it were a prophet bearing witness to the things to come.

An enormous plane flew under the moon, over the trees, fighting against the strong winds. And inside that plane there were two pilots, too busy on the controls to pay attention to what was happening in the back. In the back of the plain there were 30 armed men, on one side there were 8 men and woman in green camouflage uniform, they were composed of different races and they spoke with an American accent. Sitting at their right were 10 men wearing dark uniforms, they had strange pointy helmets and you couldn't see their faces which were covered in strange bio masks.

On the other side of the plane facing the two groups, were 12 man and woman in what appeared to be some kind of body armor. They looked very different from each other as they appeared to come from different countries, there were Asians, south Africans, Europeans, Americans, and they all bore the Umbrella logo on their uniform, a constant reminder that Umbrella was not a group you wanted to cross.

And between the three group there was a medium sized container with a viewing glass showing that inside it contained a man, with his legs crossed, and his hands laying on top of them, his eyes always closed.

One of the military man, addressed the spiky helmeted ones. "So you dudes must be pretty high up for old man Randall to send you with us. What kind of ops do you do exactly."

One of the black uniforms turned his head towards him. And he responded distaste in his mouth, like he was talking to some dirty thing. "More do you will ever do for this country little boys and girls. What Blackwatch does is more above your puny little pay grade."

That got him a bunch of hysterical laughs from his comrades and a bunch of swears of indignation and insults from the Delta team menbers.

"Screw you."

"Go fuck yourself and your pointy helmets."

But the Blackwatch troopers didn't even bother to respond, apparently they considered themselves so above Delta team they didn't even see them has deserving of one.

On the other side of the plane the umbrella soldiers chuckled and sneered in amusement at this confrontation. Which didn't go unnoticed by some of Delta Team's members.

"What are laughing at your corporate fucks." She said with a tone of disgust. "At least we fight for our country, not for paper."

One of the USS, a South African laughed in amusement. "That only means you're stupid enough to get yourselves blown off for some meager salary, if you want the big payday you should come and work in the private sector.

The Delta woman simply showed him her middle finger which simply seemed to abuse the Umbrella grunts even further.

A few minutes of silence passed by until one of the Delta team asked his team members.

"So, do you guys knows who this fucker his?" he asked nudging his head in the direction of the container.

"Not sure" the woman said. "All Randall said was that he was some kind of terrorist, probably from Asia by the looks of it."

"Really?" said the other man with a nasty look on his face. "In that case." He rose up and walked towards the container and gave the container a strong kick, but even so Ciro didn't react. "Hey you there, you Asian piece of shit, my father fought your people in Vietnam, killed quite a few until you bastards killed him."

Again no reaction from the man, which seemed to anger the Delta soldier, So he kicked again this time stronger. "Hey, you terrorist piece of shit I'm talking to you."

…

Ciro heard the man outside his container rant and bark his insults. And despite his growing anger his eyes remained closed. All these decades of being experimented on by the Umbrella corporation with the approval of the US military had created in him a strong hatred of bow but he tried to calm his anger, he pushed it away so that he would have control over his body and mind.

He could hear the words in his head. "Remember all creation, all beings whether they are flesh, blood, metal, rock, gas, elemental or energy, all of them are life like you. All life is one, a small part of the architect and progenitor of us all. We are all one, we are all brothers and sisters. The same has light and dark are two parts of the same whole, they complete each other, has we complete the o all creation which surrounds you. Speak with life has brother and sister and you shall be so with it. For this is the pact our six tribes have made with creation, since the beginning of time and until its end."

Ciro didn't know where the memory of those words came from, or if they were even his memories. They seemed ancient like from a time long passed, á life long before his own.

But has he focused on those words, he felt his body changing but this time he was the one deciding the changes, every blood droop, every sense, every muscle every nerve impulse obeyed has he transformed his body, forged it into what he needed to survive. And when he finally stopped and felt his body with such power like he didn't know he had he smiled, it was time.

…

"What are you smiling about small eyes?" the soldier continued. "Smiling about all the good American lives you took?"

The man inside the container approached the glass.

"Oooohhhh, what are you going to do, cry?"

The man extended his arms, which transformed into an organic mass with grey flesh and five long, sharp claws, sped off towards the glass with superhuman speed, piercing it and impaling the Delta soldier in both pairs of claws. The claws then suddenly sliced the body in two throwing blood, guts and chunks of meat everywhere, spraying the dumbstruck soldiers.

The creature then jumped through the broken glass before anyone had time to raise their weapons he had already sliced the heads off, two marines and one umbrella soldier.

"Contain the specimen." The Umbrella commander shouted has they were the first to react, then the Blackwatch then the marines. Six Umbrella USSs physically attacked the man creature with shock batons, has they surrounded him, two of them managed to touch his back with their sticks delivering an electric shock of two thousand volts each.

The man screamed in pain and fell on his knees, giving the six men the opportunity to jump him and pin him to the ground. "Stay down" one of them ordered. "Or we'll give you another jolt."

But then suddenly and violently rose up, sending the six USSs flying and impact with loud cracking sounds has they're broke, two of them got back up the rest didn't, their bodies twisted and bent at twisted unnatural angles.

"What the fuck are you." Yelled a marine has all the rear passengers opened fire, which was suddenly blocked when the mutant man suddenly turned his right arm into a large organic shield, blocking most of the bullets, the ones who managed to get through piercing the super human's skin but they didn't appear to do much damage.

"Oh my God" said a Blackwatch trooper. "Look he's wounds, are healing."

In fact the man's wounds had begun to regenerate. Taking the opportunity their shock had given him, the man charged with his shield smashing a marine and a Blackwatch against the plane's bulkhead, turning them into a bloody pulp.

He then turned the shield into some kind of fleshy tentacle with three claws, he then extended the tentacle and swap it across the room like a three meter long whim, cutting five men in half.

"Pilots." Yelled the umbrella commander. "Contact Raccoon city headquarters an tell them to AAAAAAhhhhh…" he yelled hasthe whip pierced right through him and into the cockpit piercing the pilot's consoles.

"We've lost control of the plane, mayday." One of them yelled has the plane started spinning out of control. Making the occupants fly through the plane and into the bulkheads with enough strength to knock their breaths from their lungs.

The super human man quickly propelled himself towards a lever at the back of the plain, which was only at 100 meters from the ground, he pulled it making the rear hatch open towards which he jumped out of the plane.

…

Ciro felt himself fly out of the plain like a canon ball into the cold night hair. He was too high for a normal human to survive, but fortunately he wasn't a normal human.

The plane crashed in the forest with a powerful explosion which knocked out and burnt several trees and propelled the flames in the air, burning Ciro's left arm, but with a swift movement he managed to dodge most of it and grab a tree trunk, which was still standing, shacking it violently.

He then jumped from the tree and landed near the burning wreckage of the plane. It was a smoldering ruin; he could see a few burnt bodies here and there.

He sighed, what should he do now? He could always try to run back home, but home had been Portugal a long time ago and he wasn't sure how much things had changed during his captivity.

No, what he wanted was to destroy Umbrella, and the best place he knew where to find information on where to do it were the training facility and Umbrella's mansion hidden in these woods.

They would pay Umbrella, Gentek, all of them. And unlike what they had done to him it would be quick, clean and painless, more than they deserved, after all despite what they had done to him he didn't want to be a monster.

So he started running into the darkness he ran through the dark woods, brushing bushes has he went, running faster than any normal human could, so fast that he was almost invisible to the naked eye. He ran for over an hour when he a chopper, he quickly hid in case it was umbrella's but has he looked up he looked at the inscription on the side of the helicopter, it was S.T.A.R.S.

Author's note: Hope you liked this prologue. For those of you who follow my stories for some time you know I promised you large scy fy fantasy crossover taking place in different periods. Well they are actually several fanfictions which will take place in shared crossover universe, like my own Marvel Cinematic Universe.

By the way I was trying to think which character should Ciro romance, personally I though about Claire Redfield but I want to know what you think, tell me your opinions, they are important to me. Thank you.