Resident Evil:  Omega Project


In the underground research facility of the pharmaceutical company Umbrella Inc. were the secrets of their corporation.  White Umbrella.  White Umbrella were the ones who specialized in the Bio-Weapons, the tests in which they used the T-virus and the G-virus to create their creatures of destruction.  White Umbrella was infamous for their power, and their strength.  They were Umbrella's version of America's CIA.  The creation of the T-Virus from the simple Ebola Virus was their first step in the destruction of rivals and enemies.  With the creation of the G-Virus, created by William Birkin, there was another breakthrough.  

Deep within the heart of the labs of White Umbrella, a young scientist, barely out of his twenties sat at a computer, and he grinned.  His brown eyes were wide with excitement.  He had long blonde hair, and fair skin.  He was wearing the typical white lab coat, as well as the typical black pants.  He pressed a few keys on the keyboard.  The screen read, "Test Complete.  Subject verified.  Subject Ready.  Sleep Inhibitors active.  Deep Sleep Program activated."  The young scientist grinned even wider, if not, dreamily.  It was time.  He nodded, and stood up, walking to the door, and walked to the door, and it slid open.  He walked out, being greeted by four men in white contamination proof suits.  There leader spoke with a heavy, yet calm tone.  "Are you ready to show us Dr. Crestian," the leader asked.  Dr. Crestian nodded.  "This way."  He said, and led the four down the hall to a different room.  The five of them walked inside a room, and when all five were in, Dr. Crestian closed the door, sealing it.  The room was filled with two computers, and medical machines.  In front of them, was a two way mirror, and beyond the mirror, on a gurney, rested what seemed to be a normal, teenager.  Dr. Crestian smiled, walked towards a computer.  He pressed a few keys, typing at a quick pace.  An alert appeared on the screen.  He spoke softly into the built in Microphone in the Monitor.  "Deep Sleep Program.  Active."  He said.  

The young man on the gurney's eyes shot open.  They were a crystal blue, and for a breif second, barely noticeable on the camers in the control area, his eyes changed to a deep, blood red.  He stood up, revealing a naked form.  His hair color was short, and spiked, with the colors of red and blue mixing in.  His features were perfect.  He weighed, at most, a hundred and sixty five pounds.  His muscles were tight as he cracked his fingers.  The cracks were loud, and the bones sounded as if they snapped.  He cracked his legs, and his neck and shoulders and toes, the sound was the same.  There was no hair covering his chest, his face, his arms, armpits, or legs.  In his...nether regions, no pubic hair was visible.  He looked around, and it seemed that he was...sleep walking.  Behind the monitors, Dr. Crestian grinned even wider.

"Impressive.  Very Impressive Greg!  I am very impressed!"  With the overstated 'impressive' by the leader, Gregory Crestian was pleased.

"Thank you Richard."  Greg said.

"What is he capable of?  Give us the exact specifics."  Richard said, his voice betraying the excitement in his throat.

"As you wish.  With William Birkin's small sample of the G-Virus, granted, we had to steal that small sample, we were able to replicate a little bit more.  While we worked, he tried twice to combine the two viruses.  There...were slight complications.  The host would become...what the heads had called, zombies.  We call them drones.  But the drones became...more agile, and a bit more evolved.  They were capable of more...speech then just the low groans.  Also, the bodies decayed at a faster rate.  So, we decided we would simply...create a creature.  We synthesized the viruses and we began the creation of a host.  It was hard at first, but as we broke down each part, it became increasingly easier.  You see, our young weapon there is created of bone that was....rather stolen.  We combined his bones with that of an elephant.  We had to cut some red tape to do so, but it was done.  We grabbed some of the bones of...former employees, the bones of the drones, and we put the two bones together.  The three sets of bones together act as a very sufficient armor for the original set of bones.  The combined bone marrow was quite impressive as well.  So, we melded the two bone structures together, giving it a thicker density.  The veins, the heart, and the other things, they were used from stolen parts as well, organ donations and such.  Fresh hearts, fresh everything.  We needed actual veins and other things, hence the reason we kept him persevered.  So, we took a teenager off the street...and did what was necessary.  Not that we're proud of it,"  There was a pause, and the five of them all chuckled.  It was a menacing sound.  Dark, no sympathy for the murders they had committed in the name of their biological weaponry.

"Allow me to continue.  So, we removed the heart, the lungs, the liver, and so on and so forth.  We used some serums, and removed the hair from the body.  After we implanted the new organs, we proceeded to implant his bones with solid titanium spikes.  They can extend from his wrist, on both sides, on both hands.  We combined the two viruses, and injected it into the host, as well.  The host...as...dead as he was...it was amazing!  His immune system was just incredible!  it absorbed the viruses!"  He saw the doubtful expressions and nodded quickly for emphasis.  "I am serious!  His immune system literally adapted the two viruses together!  It became a part of him!  Now, with that, there was one problem. A mere bite, scratch, or even the simplest of liquids could infect someone.  If he were to breath on someone, the person would become infected within a mere hour because of the combined rates of the viruses.  But, there is some good news.  He heals much faster.  He's much stronger.  He is more agile, and his endurance is much higher than even in the tyrant, because of his bone mass!  If he were to get hit by a car, nothing would happen!  He'd get thrown off the car, and land on his feet, even if he were to get hit by the car!  We've created the perfect subject!"  Dr. Gregory Crestian's eyes were wide with the excitement.  

"That...is amazing.  We've tried for months to create the perfect weapon...and now we have.  He breaths...his heart beats...because of the brain.  And...he is better than the simple human forms.  I...cannot believe it.  However, I must know.  What is his strength?"  The good leader, Richard, he asked, clearly skeptical still.

Dr. Crestian walked over to the computer, pressing a few keys in order, and as he did so, from the walls, three guns emerged.  The guns clicked, and within seconds, began firing rapidly at the young man.  The Young man didn't move.  He allowed the bullets to strike at his body.  Rapid fire rammed into his figure, blood, and not red blood, but pure, black blood shot out from the many wounds that were inflicted upon his body.  Bits of his flesh shot off crashing onto the floor with a wet, floppy, liquidy sound.  The bullets stopped, and metallic shines flashed off of his body.  Dr. Crestian pressed a button once more, and before their very eyes, the young man's eyes widened as he let out a dark, carnal rage.  Within seconds, the bullets emerged from his flesh, the wounds themselves clearing up as quickly as they had appeared.  He walked towards the guns on the walls.  The guns there were clearly mounted there by a major steel plating as well as hundreds of small computer chips.  It was at least two hundred pounds nailed to the wall.  The young man moved, and his hands moved with a dangerous speed, and a pin point accuracy.  One hand made it to one of the guns, and without hestiation, tore it free, sparks and smoke emitting.  His foot moved, and kicked straight into the gun, literally crushing it inward as smoke bellowed out.  One more gun left, and that was short lived as he rammed his head into it, and bit down hard on the muzzle, and tore it out, and gripped the peice in his hand.  He crushed it into a ball and threw it straight at an adjacent wall.  It stuck in there.  The solid steel wall dented inward.  He stopped moving as Dr. Crestian moved towards, and pressed a few more keys.

"There is your demonstration Richard."  Gregory said triumphantly.

"I....I...don't...believe it..."  Richard stammed.  He was about to ask if there was anything else, when Gregory saw the look of inquiry in his eyes, and nodded.

"There are four computer chips on his brain, literally, implanted onto it.  One in the front, one in the back, one on the left side, and one on the right.  These control him.  Its the only thing controlling him.  We gave him free will.  If he chose to be a nice, substanial human being, he could be.  Granted, he...couldn't reproduce.  He has the ability, but...the next hose would be infected from the semen.  However, if that were to happen, he has a distinct programming.  That programming simply says that he will not divulge secrets of Umbrella, or, betray Umbrella in anyway.  He is completely loyal.  If he were to ever evolve from the programming....there would be nothing stopping him.  He cannot harm any of us, unless given the order.  In his teeth, we planted tiny bits of the virus, in each tooth, causing more effective spreading of the virus if need be.  If he were to ever infect another, his programming requires him to destroy those he infected in whatever manner he sees fit.  Also, we programmed him with a paranoid schitzophrenia.  As well, as autism.  When he desires to fight, he is forced to step a certain way.  Its part of the programming to control him.  We aptly named him. RAGE.  Resourcefulness Agile Growth Expansion."  He said, with that triumphant tone.  Richard, was stunned.  Then, he got a contact on his radio.  His eyes went wide.  He looked at Dr. Gregory Crestian.  

"An Outbreak has occured.  Something has gone terribly wrong.  The infection has spread all throughout Raccoon City."  His voice, was showing fear.

Dr. Gregory Crestian nodded, with a dark grin.  "....Let the games begin my friend.  Let the games begin."  His eyes turned to his creation.  

To Be Continued….