Street Fighter II Victory Fan Fiction ❯ Streets of Evil ❯ Creation ( Chapter 1 )

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Streets of Evil

(This is a Street Fighter/ Resident Evil Cross over and what will be
my first submission to media-miner. So please enjoy and review)

Disclaimer: I do not own any Characters, places or ideas from any
video games, animes, T.V shows, movies or any other type of media, any
original ideas are mine!! ALL MINE YOU HEAR ME!! MINE!!, oh sorry, I
got carried away.

"_" Speech between characters (English)

*_* Character thoughts

(_) My own thoughts or interesting points

"CAPS" loud speech or yelling (usually followed by exclamation mark)

Chapter 1: Creation

The mansion loomed over the small city. Its windows peered like eyes
during this cold night, it was as though the mansion its self had evil
plans for Raccoon city. Inside of this plotting mansion, advances in
biological warfare had been made. What has been dubbed the "Super
Soldier" project by all who worked on it was finally complete. It had
been five years in the making but it was done, now to test it.

"Call Master Bison! QUICKLY YOU IMBECILES!!" the head scientist Dr.Van
Goht screamed at his co-workers.

The old man's eyes were bright like a child's, as though he had found
a new toy. In a way he had, Van Goht had discovered a way to become
immortal in a sense, providing you didn't receive critical damage to
your brain tissue. For if, any Brain cells are killed then the
enhanced person will follow the same path into death. At least that's
how he thought it would work, suddenly the metallic doors of the
laboratory burst open to reveal the master of the house. M.Bison
surveyed his surroundings, his crimson cloak swaying in a
Psychokinetically created wind. His body armor gleamed as he walked
past the various florescent desk lights. He seemingly floated to
Dr.Van Goht cape still flowing in the artificial wind.

"Progress." Demanded Bison as he glared menacingly down at the
scientist who responded without hesitation.

"Project complete sir." The smaller man said as he looked up and into
Bison's colourless eyes.

"For your sake it better be." Bison said in an uncaring tone. "Bring
in the first subject." He said as he passed his hand over a nearby
control board.

The board instantly came to life, buttons seemed to push themselves,
lights flashed as code after code was entered into the mainframe. The
wall to the left of Bison opened to reveal another wall made of
plexi-glass. Behind the plexi-glass barrier was a simple chair, in the
chair was a muscular half naked man who was being strapped into it.
The well-built man was not resisting this bondage, but seemed to be
grateful for it. Bison turned to Van Goht.

"What have you told him to make him go this easily?" Bison questioned
the older man.

"We said the formula was complete and he would be the first
super-human." Van Goht responded matter of factly.

"Excellent. Proceed with the experiment." An eager Bison smirked as
the scientist in the plexi-glass shielded room took out a syringe and
began filling it.

The scientist finished filling the syringe to the correct level and
turned to the onlookers as if asking permission to continue. Bison
nodded and the scientist injected the full syringe into the restrained
man. They all waited, nothing was happening! Bison glared at Van Goht
menacingly. The man was released and then it happened. At first the
man began to tremble, and then shake violently, before long he was
convulsing on the floor. Bison waved a half dozen scientists into the
room to restrain the convulsing man.

"Tell me Van Goht, what exactly went wrong?" Bison inquired as he
resumed his evil glare at the old man.

"I-I don't know" the man stammered as he ripped through his notes on
the subject. "It should have worked! I supervised the whole setup, I
made sure no outside variables could interfere! IT WAS PERFECT!!" the
elderly man almost began to sob at the results of his experiment when
the test subject gave an agonizing wail.

The laboratory went silent as this simple man began to decay at an
amazing rate. He was nearly skeletal when he burst from the straps
that had once bound him to the stretcher some scientists were using to
carry him to the disposal room. The nearby scientists jumped backwards
and the stretcher fell to the floor carrying the decayed man along
with it. The man rose as though nothing had happened at let out a low
moan. Bison's eyes gleamed with pleasure as the zombie of a man began
to attack the scientists. Five of the six scientists escaped the slow
death the zombie had intended to deal to each of them. The sixth
scientist was now an appetizer for the undead hunger. Van Goht looked
away and began mumbling about creating a monster. Bison still gazed on
in interest and desire. The now half eaten scientist began to rise
just as the first zombie stopped feasting upon him. All other
scientists in the room looked on as a second zombie picked it's self
off the ground, out of the increasing blood pool on the floor, both
zombies looked over to the massive feast in the other room. They
staggered towards the men and women in the conjoining room and
hungered for their flesh, hungered for their blood, both undead
creatures wanting more siblings to help with the hunting. Bison smiled
an evil smile and tilted his head back to laugh his cackling laugh
which drowned out the increasing moaning from the zombies and the
rising screams of the scientists as they gazed on in pure horror.
Bison went serious and called to Van Goht.

"Get the other test subjects into that room, I've found a more
efficient way to inject this virus into our subjects. Oh and only send
in one third, give the others increased doses at 50cc plus. Make the
subjects divide themselves into three equal groups give one group to
the `zombies' and the others 200ccs and 250ccs as I said before."
Bison said as he awaited the next feasting with a sadistic pleasure.

(15 minutes later)

Bison was pleased with what he saw before in the lab. The super
soldier program had worked. These creatures were basically unkillable,
plus anything they killed became one of them. It was a perfect
experiment, if everything went as planned then the world would be his.

*But what if this virus was injected into different life forms. Have I
narrowed my vision, To have trained attack dogs become almost
invulnerable would be the ultimate protection. These zombies as they
have been dubbed have increased strength as well... What about a bear.
Yes, I shall have my subordinates gather animals for this. I will
conquer the world!* His thoughts were interrupted when the shadowy
figure of Vega appeared in the doorway.

"Master. There is a problem at the laboratory. They say it is urgent."
Vega commented before disappearing back into the shadowed hallway.

Bison stood upright and activated his Psychokinetic levitation. He
proceded to float down the hall where Vega had just vanished down. His
cape flowing in self created wind he made his way to the lab.

(5 minutes later)

"What has happened!" Demanded Bison as he glared around the room
picking out Dr. Van Goht.

"Th-the zombi, er, subjects have taken a turn for the worst I fear.
Sir they won't obey any orders and they continue to um, consume each
other. Sir we attempted to stop them..." The old scientist explained
feverishly as Bison continued to glare down at him with a look of
hatred in his blank eyes.

The older man found himself floating upwards 5 feet. He let out a yelp
as he felt a pull on his heart. Bison decided against ripping out the
man's heart and wanted to satisfy some customers. He let Van Goht know
of his intentions and the scientist screamed and begged for mercy. The
man promised better results quicker, anything he could think of came
flying off the tip of his tongue. Bison cackled at the pitiful old
scientist. The bolt on the zombie filled room's door slid open and was
soon followed by the door it's self. Van Goht let out one final scream
before the zombies bit into his wrinkled flesh. They let out a moan of
approval as they ate. Blood splashed up onto the plexi glass shield.
Bison's laugh grew as more blood flashed up against the shield as if
attempting to escape the monstrosities inside. All the scientists were
flushed of colour, Bison had just killed the genius behind the Super
soldier program, and of all things he was laughing. Bison's laugh
ended as suddenly as it had began he scanned the room.

"You." He said as he pointed to one scientist in particular. "Jansey
Price, step forward." One of the female scientists stepped forth from
the rest. "Good, you are now the leader of the project. If you fail
expect similar results" Bison said as he pointed to the feasting
zombies. The blonde English woman nodded and gulped. "Excellent.
Resume your assigned tasks." Bison said as he turned and walked out
the door.

Bison felt a small breeze as a figure swept behind him. Bison
addressed the newcomer. "Vega, gather a small band of trackers, I want
you to capture some more subjects. Oh, and tell Balrog to release the
failed `zombies' into the forest. I have no use for them now. Keep the
others until further notice, and I have the list of subjects in your
quarters." The shadowed figure acknowledged Bison's words and
skittered off down a hallway leaving Bison to his thoughts.

*If everything goes as planned I will have achieved another piece of
my plan. It has begun.* Bison smirked and floated to his quarters.

(The next day)

Bison entered the laboratory and was abruptly stopped by a beautiful
young woman in a lab coat. Her blonde hair began to flow in Bison's
artificial wind. Bison had always wondered if his Psycho-wind would
affect a person from a distance. Since he had, till then, always been
surrounded by old bald scientists so he could never tell. He was
amused at this discovery then waved for her to begin speaking.

"Sir there was twenty three `Super Soldiers' in the pen you see in
front of you. Now it is filled with the elongated tongue soldiers, or
`lickers'. We are curious, all of us. Where are the other soldiers?"
She awaited an answer but received none.

"Miss Price, are you doubting my ability to deal with the nuisance of
failed experiments. I assure you they are disposed of." Bison calmly
lied as he ushered her back to work. "Continue the project or there
will have been twenty four `soldiers', do you understand?" He asked,
seeming calmer than before.

The blonde scientist nodded, she seemed unsure of Bison's information,
but continued back to her station. Bison glanced at these new zombies
called lickers. They were much more grotesque compared to the rotting
subjects from before. They were appropriately named for there tongues
were almost touching the ground when they stood up straight. These
pale skinned monsters had powers as well, for some were crawling on
the walls. Two attempted to climb the plexi glass to no avail, Bison
snickered at the tumbling zombies. When they were falling the first's
tongue lashed across the others abdomen and sliced it in half. The
halved zombie picked it's self up of the floor with it's arms and
attempted to shimmy across the floor. It fell many times but persisted
till it encountered a wall which it attempted to scale. Much like the
attampt on the plexi glass the zombie came toppling down. Bison began
to laugh hysterically, some scientists turned to see what was so funny
but found no evidence of humor, only a few killing machines at play.
Bison was content with what had transpired in this lab. He turned
around and left to go to lab two. He was encountered by the hulking
form of Balrog, the former boxer confronted his master respectfully.

"Master Bison, zombies are released. All new subjects have been
injected and transformed. You may view them in lab two." He reported
dutifully as he trudged alongside Bison.

"Perfect, you may leave now Balrog." Bison said as he waved his
servant off.

"Yes sir." Balrog replied as he marched of down the hall.

Bison entered Laboratory Two and was almost taken aback as he
excitedly gazed upon his creations. In this room alone there were five
large containment cells, only one not in use. Undead dogs, bears,
tigers and falcons beat against their containers in an attempt to
attack their creator. Bison noticed two common zombies, both dead,
inside the bear and dog cells. Bison was ready to burst with his
overflowing excitement.

*How many people will die by my hand! I cannot wait to see the
statistics! Thousands! Millions! Entire countries will die by one
simple command from me! It is almost complete! But something is
missing... but what...* His thoughts were broken off when a scientist
confronted him.

"Master Bison, all has gone according to your plans sir." The young
scientist reported.

"Excellent. Show me." Bison commanded as he glanced around the room in
awe.

"As you command sir." Was the scientists reply as he pointed to a door
at the back of each cell. "Observe."

All four doors opened simultaneously and one human subject was
forcefully pressed into each room. In a flurry of claws, wings and
teeth each subject was turned into a mere skeleton of it's former
self. Blood covered each plexi glass shield and was soon washed off
via a auto pressure washer inside each cell. Bison smirked, "Perfect,
now, tell me what is going to be in that cell." Bison asked of the
young man.

"Anything you order sir." The man answered almost robotically.

Bison smirked, *such potential in this young man. But what should go
into the cell. I have humans, I have animals... Wait! The legendary
Blanka! His Ki! His bestial nature! Yes, I must have him! That will
complete my collection of warriors. Yes. After Blanka becomes mine I
will have everything in place to begin domination!*

(Two hours later in Bison's quarters)

"Vega, Balrog. I have a mission for you. Bring me Blanka. Alive. Vega!
He must be alive!" Bison made sure his subordinates understood the
nessity of this mission and then dismissed them.

*Yes, It has begun.*

The End.

(Oooh, spooky... Not yet. Give it some time, a chapter or two maybe.
Three chapters would be to long nien. Yeah so not to bad eh, review
it, tell me what you think. And be ready for chapter two when the Hero
in red comes into play. Oooh spoiler. Oh well you'd figure it out when
you read it anyways. So that's all for now.)

Peace Ya'll

Agasaki Ishano

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