Resident Evil - Buffy Style

Author: Tru2urheart
Rating: R
Disclaimer: The "Resident Evil" plot and stuff that I use from the movie isn't mine. Also, Joss owns the Buffy characters so, yeah. Blah blah.
Feedback: In the words of five year olds everywhere, "PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE!"
Notes: This isn't going to be exactly like the movie. It'll have my own ideas, but I liked the whole thing with the T virus and the underground Hive so I'm going to see if I can make this work. Thoughts are in italics.

Just two more samples of the anti-virus.... and, I'm done! A flash of clothes and spiky hair heads to the door quickly and a small, glass container falls the the ground and it breaks in half. The blue fluid inside turns into a vapor as it heads through the air conditioning. All of a sudden the fire alarm starts going off and people are looking around in surprise. The fire sprinklers go off and people are even more confused. Flashes of smoke suddenly go off and everyone falls dead on the floor.

The redhead gets up off the shower floor. She looks around and seems to be lost. Where am I? Why can't I remember anything? She walks out of the bathroom into a huge bedroom. On the dresser she reads a note 'All your dreams come true today, Willow'. Pulling open the first drawer, she finds all white clothes. She pulls open the second drawer and finds the same thing. Finally, she opens the third one and jumps when she finds a locked glass case full of heavy weaponry. She looks around a little more and finds a picture of her with a guy she didn't remember much but seemed to be having flashes of memory. She put down the picture and went outside. It's clearly late, but she heads back inside. Right as she enters, she is grabbed from behind by a pair of soft hands.

"Shh, it's okay. I'm a cop. What has happened here?" The redhead found herself turned around looking straight into deep, sapphire eyes that belonged to a blonde haired, beauty. Before she could answer the windows crashed in.

"Get down now and hold your hands in the air." People were all around them along with the glass that had been shattered in their entrance. They wore masks and were handcuffing the girl.

The girl was struggling and yelling,"It's alright. I'm a cop! My name is Tara Maclay."

One of them was looking at her badge and typing on a mini computer attached to his arm. Another shouted to him, "Does her story check out?"

"She's not in the database," he shouted back.

She looked up at him,"That's because I just transferred here. They probably don't have me in there yet."

He nodded at the one shouting orders,"Highly possible. The Sunnydale police are very insufficient. Should I secure her here?"

"No. We'll have to take her with us,"She walked over to Willow and grabbed her. Looking straight into her face she shouted,"Report!"

Willow shook her head,"I... I don't know..." She shook her slightly.

"I said give me a report, comrade." She was holding onto her shirt tightly.

Another one of the masked people spoke,"Ma'am, the houses defenses have gone off. She is probably still suffering the side effects."

The woman let go of Willow and took off her mask. She grabbed her gun, "Let's get down to the hive and see what's going on." They went through a passage way into what looked like a train station. All of them had their masks off by now and the blonde girl was being followed closely by one of them. They scanned the area, the whole time their guns didn't go down. The small blonde that had asked her for a report seemed to be the leader.

"All clear," shouted a shaggy, brown haired boy. They entered a train. He shouted again, "The powers out."

"I'll handle it," another girl shouted. This one had long, brunnette hair and was as tall as the leader. She came up a minute later,"All ready."

The leader was the one who talked this time,"Lets get moving." The train started to lurch forward. The brunette was now trying to open a door while two other women were holding guns out just in case something came out of the door. One had long, light brown hair, and the other also had blonde hair but seemed kind of cocky and careless.

The careless blonde spoke, "Hurry up. I hate holding my gun up. It hurts my arm and I shouldn't have to have a pain in my arm because you're a slow person."

"Here Faith. Let a man do the job," the shaggy haired boy said and smiled. The girl named Faith stepped back and the boy opened the door. A body fell out. It was a spikey haired man about 5'2". The two holding up the guns put them ower their shoulders and the one with light brown hair checked to see if he was all right. The one driving the train came out. He had blonde, slick back hair.

The blonde haired man spoke with an english accent,"Is he alright, Dawn?"

Dawn asked him how many fingers she was holding up. He answered correct. Then she asked,"What's your name?"

He looked at her,"I don't recall."

The leader looked at him,"Well, I know you three probably want an explanation?"

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