Reviving fanfic currently. Personal fanfic blog. This is basically what happens when the mind of a RE fan wanders off about the possibility of events that happen inbetween games. Along with a degree of game design.
Hi! I'm a big fan of this fic, and was wondering if you're still working on it, or if it's been discontinued. I would really appreciate it if you could give some info regarding the fic. (P.S) I hope I'm not being rude with this ask
Hi, no it’s alright. Currently, this has been discontinued not in a way that it’s just dropped. It’s more that I take a lot of time structuring the plot the way I want to (even though I’ve been revamping it) and sometimes doing it along, it’s a slow progress for myself to brainstorm alone. Plus, my attention is on another zombie fanfic as of now. I do want to go back to working on the plot in the future but I’m not sure myself when I’ll pick it up. I apologise for that but I am thankful for the support. If I can, I’ll definitely try to revive this fic and blog when I have more time.
Claire's world had suddenly shifted, faster than she could comprehend. The stretched out talons of the strange monster would have dug into her flesh if not a second before she felt nothing but air behind her.
No. The doors opened behind her. But she hadn't even used the cop's card-
BANG!
The skeletal monster's chest cavity made a popping sound as fragments of its 'shell' cracked off. Like a pot being broken. A bullseye, right at what seemed like the creature's new heart, illuminating the red aura with molten gold veins.
It was fatal, no doubt about it. The demon dropped dead. The heart deflated and the lightshow inside of its shell switched off.
"Claire!"
She suddenly felt herself be brought back up onto her feet, her arm grabbed. However, she didn't retaliate. The voice was all too familiar and all too shocking for her. When she looked back to her savior, she couldn't have been more stunned.
"Leon?"
The dirty-blond-haired government agent. In the flesh. Prepared for the worst-case scenarios - carrying a handgun on the ready with the typical combat knife sheathed on him as backup. Even in a tropical paradise, the word 'vacation' eluded him. Dressed to be ready for the field, just more accustomed to deal with the Brazilian heat.
Nothing has changed about this man. He was a sight for sore eyes and Claire couldn't have been happier to see someone in such times. Like in Raccoon City.
Except for one, itsy, bitsy, tiny question.
Why was he in Cape Inacio?
No, a better question was why was he inside this locked facility?!
"What are you doing here?" she uttered. "How-?"
"No time to explain!" Right back to the serious matter, as always. "C'mon!"
Claire was slow - her mind was still reeling on the questions instead of moving her legs. Leon's grip was still on her, pushing her to keep going as he shut the gates close behind her.
Another wail, louder than before, echoed through the halls - outside the gates and inside the zone they were in. Leon simply cleared all distractions out: his main focus was getting Claire out of danger.
"This way!" He took the lead, letting her go. Claire followed.
The laboratories were as dangerous as the outer zones: wandering people somehow inflicted with the strange torment. It was a chain reaction in the wide, open foyer - some went to beat each other across the research benches, demanding 'the noise to stop'. But with every defeat rose up another demon, all traces of the previous human burned away by the eternal fire inside.
"What is happening to these people?" was all she could gasp.
"Don't know. They were like this when I came here."
"Is this a virus?"
"Your guess is as good as mine. How many bullets do you have?" Leon quickly asked, already spying the gun in her hands.
"None. You?"
"Not enough," he added a curse. Their situation was really bad. "Swell."
"This place is under lockdown." Claire could tell, Leon had a route in mind. "How - where are we going?"
"We got no choice. We're going back the way I came in."
That sorta answered the question she had to ask. Not the question she cut herself off. Regardless, she was going to see this path one way or the other.
Wherever Leon was leading didn't mean going deeper into the faculty. It meant going down. With a burst through a stairway door, they went to the basement: more laboratories stationed downstairs but confined to rooms than the ones on the surface.
Everything so far looked normal to Claire. No giant cryopods containing twisted specimens. No high-end equipment for viral research. Nothing screaming 'we have a dangerous pathogen that will destroy humanity'. It was just a regular university medical facility. Or maybe having too much normality inside the building was the abnormality there.
Leon stopped at one door - the sign saying "delivery only" - and tapped his own purple-labelled card on the card reader.
"This way."
The moment she stepped into what looked like a storage section, something seemed off. She did recall this location from the directory but... did it seem smaller than what she had seen?
Unlike what typical storage rooms would look like, where a parking lot should be for delivery trucks - the purpose being to bring in supplies for the laboratories - digitization had taken the place a step further. Although offline at this hour, she could see that movement of supplies wasn't by hand but by automaton. Some like medium-sized forklifts while the others were drones, capable of flight.
There was no sight of an exit, however.
"This is a dead end," Claire stated the obvious. For good measure, Leon shut the door behind them with a rack of medicine as a barrier. A moment of respite for themselves. "Hey-"
Again, back on whatever mission he had. The destination was a card reader on the wall, operating a streamlined contraction that moved and divided the stock about into smaller, individual containers.
Buzz-buzz!
The sound of an error.
"Hello, Professor Patrick Hodges," echoed the robotic voice from the speakers. "You have violated protocols three times by accessing the Meridian Pass without issuing a report for cause. You have been denied all credentials in H.E.L.I.X. Research Institute and Cape Inacio University. Please wait until police force has detained you for ignoring orders."
"Dammit… This AI…" he grumbled disappointedly.
A flash of a purple line went by the corner of his eye. In a moment where their lives were on the line any minute, the brunette had to give a bit of cheekiness by showing the campus cop's keycard in her hand.
"Where-?" He wasn't quick enough to take it from her.
"First. Explain what's going on." The TerraSave frame of mind was upfront, ready for the interrogation.
"I should be the one asking you the same question. More importantly, why are you here?"
"If I had to guess. Probably the same reason as you are," she countered.
The tall tale signs were in the eyes. After all, one of the recipients she sent that email was Leon himself. He had to have seen the contents-
"You're after Anómino too?"
Claire knitted her eyebrows. "Wait. The masquerade cyberhacker?"
Now it was Leon's turn to look just as confused as she was.
Ok, so they weren't on the same page like she had hoped they would.
"Didn't you get my email? About H.E.L.I.X. hiding a lab on this island?"
The man held back. So it was going to be the silence treatment - that deepened the frown on her. After all that has happened back in 1998 and their one cooperation together in the past, he'd still not speak about what mission he was on?
A sigh out of the agent stopped her from rebuking. The hesitation out of him wasn't the need for silence, but the decision for communication. His movements then took to a manner that showed he was assessing the situation foremost. There wasn't any banging on the door, no monsters hiding in the shadows. They were safe, for now. Nothing to disturb them.
"You...remember what I said last time we met?"
A crack of a smile stretched across her face. "'Next time we bump into each other, let's hope it's somewhere normal'."
It was the talk of the town, worldwide. ‘GAIAN’ - the highly advanced AI system of the 21st century. That was what the main topic the reporter was talking in the video - how more than two years into its development, engineers and programmers of H.E.L.I.X. Research Institute have made the impossible possible. Creating a state-of-the-art surveillance program designed to protect civilians from all sorts of threats.
Even bioterrorism.
Claire didn’t know the full extent of the program’s capabilities - just that it has only been installed on the island and H.E.L.I.X. Foundation has made no announcement of releasing it for the world yet, with the main focus to kick out a few ‘knicks’ in the system. What she did know GAIAN was not something she could reason with.
“Taskforce Unit 61 on approach,” GAIAN spoke, the red lens of the security cameras locked onto her.
“Taskforce?!” Moira climbed up onto her feet. “Isn’t that extreme?!”
Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit!
Why did this all go fucking wrong? This was supposed to be just a walk-in and a walk-out. But thanks to her blunder, Claire was getting the heat. In a matter of minutes, men would be charging into the building and putting the cuffs on her.
Moira had to act. This was supposed to be her one job - she was the one who had to keep an eye on Claire this time and she blew it!
“M-Maybe we can explain it to them! Clear this mess up!”
Yeah! Like fucking cops would listen after a murder, she thought to herself.
“Moira-”
No, no! This wasn’t like Sejm Island again. This island had the law. They both would be fine with trespassing but Claire with a murder charge?!
Moira couldn’t let that happen.
“Hey! You stupid AI junk!” she hollered once she spotted one of the security cameras. Aggressively waving her arms at the damn computer to notice her. “That guy wasn’t in his right mind! He came after me! He didn’t give Claire a choice-!”
“Moira!”
She found herself grabbed on the shoulders and spun on her heels, pulled away from the eyes of GAIAN. Even under the tension, the brunette was just as level-headed as she had always been. It was the reassurance that Moira felt ashamed to feel and a tinge of self-loathing to herself: how fast the roles switched back the moment she lost her cool.
“Right now, we need to get out of here.”
“Out of-? We’re on a frigging island.” Moira was all too petrified on the spot that her friend had to force her to move it. “TerraSave doesn’t know we’re here!”
All true. But Claire thought on her feet. Her top priority was to get Moira out of here. She couldn’t have her be seen as an accomplice.
She had already told Moira she would take the responsibility. And she was keeping her word.
“But we’re not alone.”
While they bolted down the stairway from the horrid scene Claire had created, the senior agent quickly made one call on the go via the earpiece she had with her. “Alya!”
“-bzzt-Claire? Moira?” a familiar voice rang through the comms. “What’s going on?! The cops outside are stirring up!”
“Some complications. I’ll explain later. You gotta make us an opening! We’re heading to the east side!”
“East side! Got it!”
“You heard her!” With a shove, she forced Moira off first as they darted towards the direction.
Both ladies turned around the corner-
The soles of Moira’s sneakers squeaked so louder at her sudden halt. Claire stopped too, her eyes trailing on the new scene before them.
“Stop the noises! Stop it!” wailed a person in a lab coat, smashing the head in his hands repeatedly on the linoleum floor.
Under the wailing sirens were screams of rage and fear. Claire counted three bodies displayed across the floor in brutal fashion. Four bodies stood upright, with ears shredded, tears streaming and eye colors inverted.
It was madness. Like humans had returned to their primitive past and took up their crude weapons.
“What’s going on?!” It was pointless for Moira to ask but she had to.
“Don’t stop! Keep going!” Again, Claire pushed her back to running. They couldn’t stay.
The mad men around them were too distracted by their prey. And when there was nothing left, they would turn for the next target. One, a teacher by appearance, jumped onto one of the other rabid students. Arms locked and the struggle strived on until the student managed to throw him into a vending machine.
Crash, the display glass shattered. Out dropped the cans and the teacher’s body.
The ladies had two hurdles to get through besides the insanity: the east security gates and the main doors. Claire made the gamble based on their earliest observations: the commotion happened only at the main gates, leaving the sides with just two men on guard. This ‘taskforce’ anticipated that no one would go through those entrances at this hour of the night.
The grinding of metal reverberated where the windows and up ahead, the east doors, were. Before their eyes were reinforced steel shutters slowly descending, dimming and cutting away their only hope of escape.
“No, no, no!” Moira yelled.
The girls picked up the pace even further, pushing their legs to the limit.
It was a quick flash of the student card and out the ladies went through the east security gates. Added a close call when one of the enraged attackers decided to give chase after them, only to be stopped by the gates closing. His bloodied fist banged against unbreakable glass.
“Miss Claire Redfield. Kindly turn yourself to the police,” the robot voice asked from above. A comical, ironic jab to tell her it was pointless to retaliate.
The large wooden doors burst open from outside. Something shifted within the dim night before it was tossed down with a huge metallic sound.
BAM!
A second source of grating was added to the ears. Stopping the main doors’ shutters from fully closing was a metal bench.
“Claire! Moira!”
A silhouette of a third woman stood at the entrance, ushering them to hurry. Despite the dimness of the whole building, Claire could immediately tell who the figure was - from the attire suitable for warm weather over her hefty frame to the dark-brown low ponytail and hooded eyes.
“Hurry!” the woman hollered in a slight foreign accent.
“Alya!” Moira called out.
“Exit B Gate halted by unknown obstacle. Increase power capacity.”
The woman named Alya jerked at the sudden noise of metal being crushed and what felt like a painful slap on her neck. The shutters were coming down like a guillotine - had it not been for the bench she discovered outside and used as a quick-and-easy hand jack, she might have been pinned down by the shutters themselves.
“C’mon!”
“Go! Go!” Claire demanded and Moira drove herself to go faster than she already was.
A slide down and Alya pulled her junior teammate through the entrance. But the youngest out of the group wheeled back with a hand reached out.
“Claire, hurry!”
Just a bit more! Then they could get out and quickly hurry back to the pier-
CRANK! shrieked the bench, losing its form.
“Moira!” Alya made the decision and grabbed her away from the shutters. With a loud bang, the bench finally gave way and Claire’s exit was completely shut off, the world around her almost dark.
It was almost like the setting of a horror movie in the quiet campus grounds. Simply cue in a masked serial murderer with a chainsaw to make the scene all the more authentic. Nothing stirred within the halls - no sign of a campus cop or a janitor in the dead of night. Not a single soul in the medical faculty.
What made it unnerving was how wide the main doors were - as if someone had burst them open in a frantic panic and left them so for anyone to walk in.
It was all too easy - like the building was inviting her in. Her years of experiences warned her not to tread lightly.
Something was wrong. There was no evidence of disturbance, no splatters of blood, no corpses that shouldn't be moving.
It was all far too normal for Claire Redfield.
However, this was the only lead she had right then and there. It didn't matter how foreboding the foyer felt, how eerie silent it was, she pressed on.
It was only then had she realize she had been holding her breath, just standing before the open doors. No. Now wasn't a time to hold back.
"Alright," she said to herself. "Here I am."
Claire tightened her fists - to squeeze out the uncertainty and to reassure her resolve. For months, she was determined but within the recent few days, she was more so than ever. That determination pushed her to ignore all common sense and protocol. That said, she wasn't going to be irrational. She wasn't the same person back during the Raccoon City incident.
She had moved on for eighteen years. Then it all came rushing back to her once she stepped in.
Claire was set - she would brush away this abnormal feeling.
"Where are you hiding him?"
Her first step was directions: the foyer consisted of the brightly-lit map directory, with the title reading 'Cape Inacio University'. Big, bold and in white letters. For a medical faculty, it was much smaller than she expected. The size pried at her suspicion: on one hand, it could be hiding something but on the other, maybe the building was too small for anyone to hide anything within the walls.
She was all too focused to notice the hand reaching over her shoulder.
"Gagh!" A soft gasp and she twirled around, hand instinctively grasping for the thing she has holstered at her belt.
"Whoa! Claire!"
The light from her flashlight nearly blinded the person in the dark. Palms held out as a sign that she meant no harm. She wasn't a threat.
Claire finally let out the breath she was holding in, out aloud and her shoulders relaxed. "Moira," she whispered angrily. "You don't do that."
"I'm sorry! Geez… I've never seen you this uptight before."
"I'm...fine," Claire weakly assured. The moment of apprehension was gone thanks to the familiar face. "Really."
She still couldn't believe it. But maybe she should have - Moira had proven to be more of a capable person five years ago. Now the young woman, Barry's eldest daughter, wasn't the same newly-appointed rookie. She was a full-fledged TerraSave member with experience under her belt and right now, Claire's pillar.
It did admittedly hit at her pride - just a tiny bit - and it also shamed herself. She was the senior here and already, Claire was the one acting out of line while Moira was being the biggest help to her. How strange the tables have turned.
"You don't look fine," Moira stated. "You look worse than this morning."
Nothing for the brunette to counter back at her concerned friend. She couldn't lie to Barry's daughter, after all.
"Claire. I've said this before. It's still your call," Moira explained, stepping in as the 'bigger sister' role between the two. It wasn't something unusual from her, having two sisters herself. "If this lead is bad, then we back out. No questions asked."
"No." The reply was rather too quick to Moira's taste. "This lead...it has to be legit."
It dug deeper into Moira's concern. For this one particular clue connected to Cape Inacio, it really got to Claire. But then again, last week really affected her so she could understand why her senior was hell-bent on going through with what she started.
"And you're convinced this woman isn't lying?"
"...That's why we're here. To find out if it's true."
"Alright," Moira said. "Just remember. You're a civilian now. Not a TerraSave member."
"Right," Claire exclaimed with a nod. Then another nod for good measure. "You're the leader here."
"Hm…" The young lady wasn't convinced, eying at her senior in case of another sudden jolt. Claire could see it in her face - it was a little effy for Moira that the roles had switched this time.
"There's a research centre up ahead. We could start from there," Claire quickly pointed at the directory.
Work was the answer. As long as Claire had something to focus, she could push all unnecessary distractions aside.
"Ok." It seemed like her partner bought it. "But would they really keep anything in a university?"
"Probably not. We're particularly on a wild goose chase."
"Ye-ah. By an infamous cyberterroist… Alright. The faster we do this, the better. Those guards were pretty jumpy about this place. And I'm very sure they won't be happy with us here."
"Something happened in this building. They closed the campus off for a reason."
"Hm-hm. There's not gonna be experiments being conducted on this island by an evil blond chick, is there?"
Claire laughed weakly. Lightning doesn't strike twice in the same spot but she refrained from saying that quote. For many, many reasons. "If that happens, you know the drill. You're a TerraSave Member, after all."
Moira heaved out a sigh. "Fine. But there better not be any bracelets or mutated freaks at the end of this vacation. Let's hope that lead of yours is right on the money."
The jest was pretty bad. It probably pulled at the flashes both ladies buried deep in their minds. Moira purposely walked first just to shake the tension inside of her off. She couldn't lose her cool this time - not with Claire's predicament. No making mistakes this time around.
She was all too focused to notice Claire slacking behind.
"I'm sorry about this, Moira," she confessed, all too soft for her friend to hear. With heavy feet, she followed after the young woman. Both women were none the wiser to know the red lens watching them diligently from above.
Revival of CODE: Kronos is back up now. Links and preview to pilot below.
FFN and AO3.
"The past is never dead. It's not even past." - William Faulkner
THE NIGHT WAS QUIET.
Nothing this campus cop couldn’t handle. In fact, he much preferred it over the day shift. For a small yet exaggeratedly-prestigious university, most of the students didn’t really reflect that noble, bright-eyed attitude. Kids were kids, after all - dabbing their fingers away on their smartphones rather than drilling their brains on the next boring thesis.
The solitude in the medical faculty was quite a comfort to Benard with, of course, his phone to keep him company.
“-Although it has been only three years, there are still lingering scars in several countries, most notably China, from the worst bioterrorist disaster in history. H.E.L.I.X. Foundation’s contribution in biotech has been helping these countries recover from their ordeals. However, concern has risen over the last few weeks with recent rumors buzzing on the wide net about the China branch of the Foundation withholding vital information-”
The campus cop needed to hear a human voice. Something to break the stillness away and disperse the silly rumors his colleagues have been hearing on campus ground. The faculty building he was in wasn’t brand-new - only completed seven years ago. But there have been sightings inside the building. Scratch that, the whole island seemed to be stained with all sorts of superstitious gossip and nonsense.
The most laughable talk was seeing ghosts roaming around a few weeks ago. Benard and a few other staff brushed it off as a student’s stacking stress over the semester. Just last month, the college even put a handful of students on suspension for starting up those rumors in the first place. Hit by the ‘island fever’ that has been going around.
With a sigh, Benard sat back in his seat and drifted his eyes from the monitors to his phone. He had been debating which was more entertaining to watch: the black-n-white still images of empty halls or the monotonously-speaking anchorman repeating the same ole sentences since last week. Had it been an attractive woman instead, he’d stick to his smartphone like glue.
Benard still picked his phone. Who was going to slap him on the wrist for being bored from doing his job?
“Last Monday, USA Minister Domenic Moore of the Ministry of Health - one of the benefactors to the Foundation - has made a press conference to dismiss those claims and to discuss H.E.L.I.X. Research Institute’s latest development in artificial intelligence.”
The newsroom cut to a video clip, displaying what looked like the usual politician at a podium - a well-known figure from the USA’s Ministry of Health that rose up in the recent years.
“For many years,” the tall man in the suit spoke proudly. “Corporations like Umbrella have betrayed our trust. Creating lethal bioweapons for profit. It’s thanks to them, they have put that bad label on other pharmaceutical companies, making it difficult to win that trust back.”
What a yawn. It prompted Benard to let one out as he stretched his arms and back - he didn’t see on one monitor an injured man, leaving behind a trail of droplets before that person disappeared off-screen.
Benard finished rubbing the sleepiness off his eyes and continued watching his smartphone.
“H.E.L.I.X. Foundation was built on the ideals that companies shouldn’t exert exclusive control over a commodity during humanitarian crises. Coeus CO was the company that proposed that vision to the world. They were the founders who created a source of hope in the Inacio Isles.”
The scene changed again, this time showcasing familiar sights Benard had seen every day: from the structures of the university to the famous international research institute and ending with the capturing short clip of the whole island.
Benard's and many people's home - Cape Inacio.
“For fifteen years, they’ve worked to make this partnership a reality and they succeeded. Their insight? To-”
“To admit their faults and put everything in the past for a better, brighter future, yada-yada,” Benard recited exactly what the Minister said. It was a broken record. “Like I don’t hear that every day.” It was particularly the university’s catchphrase.
“Those online claims? They are from people who are afraid. People who want to strike fear. They are led by a cyberterrioist!”
Benard scoffed. “First, evil organizations. Now hackers. The conspiracies people cook up.” He leaned snugly back into his seat. “What’s next? Another pandemic?”
BAM!
“What the?!”
The sudden slap to his security booth almost made Benard fall off his chair. As quick as he could, he forced his feet down to stop his own hip from hitting the linoleum floor. His ears felt the sharp pain of the earbubs yanked out of them.
The color red smudged across the glass with a screeching sound - his small station had the typical window for him to oversee anyone walking through the security doors and into the laboratories. The amount of security they had on the campus was just on par with the one at H.E.L.I.X. Research Institute, all thanks to some ingenious high tech of the century. That was why Benard took his night shift so easy. There were only one or two people, besides him, inside the medical faculty accounted for.
He hurried out of his booth to notice a man - hunched down and greatly fatigued that he was using the walls for stability. The stranger didn’t seem to head for the exit but instead to the right hall.
Benard recognized the stranger’s face. Even down to the attire and glasses he saw the man wear a few hours ago. The campus cop had exchanged the usual hello and little chat-chit to him before the man had walked past the security booth.
“Mr Lee? H-Hey!”
Benard tried to help but the man in his fifties didn’t stop. He particularly pushed Benard’s offer of a hand aside and limped onwards. The Dean of the Bioscience school wasn’t his usual self - his suit was in a mess and his skin was white as a sheet. He was muttering to himself over and over again with deranged eyes.
“It’s a lie.”
“It’s a lie.”
“It’s all a lie.”
“Mr Lee!” Benard wasn’t sure what to do. His first thought was stopping him and getting him to sit down calmly while he’d call admin. After all, the smell of iron was so strong. He saw the deep wound on the dean’s shoulder. Someone had assaulted him.
Screw it. This was serious. Benard hurried back to his booth and fetched the landline phone off its receiver.
“Hello? This is security from the university. Yeah. Someone was attacked.”
He didn’t notice someone walking sluggishly down the hall.
Pitter-patter-pitter-patter went the bare feet. Slowly towards his booth. With a low, inhuman growl.
THUD!
Lee used every fibre in him to haul open his office door. It did hurt. The wound was so deep, he was feeling the aftereffects of blood loss. Yet, he pressed on, fueled with all sorts of emotions.
Fear. Rage. Sorrow.
McLenlan was right. If only he had listened to her.
We have been lying to ourselves.
They have been all too fixated on keeping this Pandora box closed for far too long.
A blond-haired woman in white sits in the dark, her face obscured by the shadows. Only the light reflected off the lens of her glasses.
Her ID badge, pinned to her breast pocket, bears the Foundation’s name, H.E.L.I.X., and half of her full name.
McLenlan.
Lee dug through the top drawer of his desk, fingers gripping on the thing he had sworn for. Its original intention was for self-protection.
He knew. One day this island would swallow him up whole. They would come after him if ever he would talk. He was, after all, just another pawn in the bigger picture.
Now, the handgun was given a new purpose.
Panting, almost delirious, he fell back into his seat, ignoring the red drops staining the black leather. He raised his head and glanced at his office door through blurry vision.
A figure stood there. Motionless. Almost like a ghost. Those brown eyes were so terribly sad and glossy. Beckoning him to come and confront the little black-haired boy.
Be happy again. There is no need to be in pain. Come and give your son a hug-
No, he thought to himself.
This was just another lie.
“The last outbreak and those before were times of uncertainty. But they were also times of great changes. If society is to emerge completely out of tragedy, then we must pull together more than ever. We cannot have our judgement be clouded because of online falsehoods in social media,” continued the politician, expressing his wide smile to the audience. Through the cop’s smartphone - now covered by blood splatter.
The landline phone draped down, a muffled voice on the other end calling out to the campus cop to respond.
The cop wasn’t in his booth anymore.
“This is not the time for misinformation and panic. This is the time for fact and hope. We have to move on and learn from our mistakes.”
During all of the interview, Lee made one final resolution in his office. He took one last look at the family photo on his desk - the wife who left him years ago and the little brown-eyed boy. He mentally prepared himself, biting down on the pain.
This was the only thing he could do - both as a way to stop it before it’d spread and as a cry for help.
The higher-ups wouldn’t be able to clean up this mess he would make.
He lifted the handgun to his head.
“-We will clear these doubts to the fullest intent! We are all in this together,” said Minister Moore with the utmost confidence. “Everything will just be a thing of the past.”
Hello everyone. This is me, the creator of Code Kronos who is again attempting another revival. Yeah it’s a bit weird and rude. I will explain that for the longest time, I had been battling writer’s dilemma to really push for this revived fic but because it is an enormous world-building, much more than a typical fanfic that I couldn’t commit to it fully and on my alone. What’s more was with life stopping me since the last time...I posted that revival post... Ahem.
However, with a real-life pandemic happening (and also RE3 remake out), it has given me time to write and actually revamp several of my other fanfics in other fandoms. That also means having a look over with Code Kronos, thanks to an inspiration with Judgement and other media that has helped me coop with standing indoors.
However, I don’t want to just jump the wagon like I have done. I need to do a planning structure as I have started doing for my other fanfics and that is my first goal to recreating this RE fanfic in a different and new light. With a clear direction of what I really want for this story to go, I intend to keep to the promise of making this fic come through for both old and new RE fans coming into fanfiction. I want to deliver a fanfic that is on par with a RE game story that you would enjoy - where it has an emotional impact on ya but still carry that bit of RE cheese to it.
However, that said, it won’t be a quick rise or that it’d be a fast one. Working and brainstorming on this fic’s new direction alone has been the most difficult thing for me. If all honesty, I would like some help from those who enjoy the stories as much as I do (exclude 6 however) - to make sure that this story isn’t both too complicated or too simple for readers and brainstorm on ideas that I couldn’t have thought of on my own. If it’s not too much to ask, even finding a discord group that would be open to the idea of brainstorming too. It would help me tremendously to know the kind of writing paths I should take and avoid.
Moreover, this is not just a revamp for parts. This is truly a full revamp for everything I had created: from locations, original lore and even characters. This is a lot more than even the revamps fanfics I’m working on. That’s why this is a major project even to me but I want to commit to it because of the potential it holds that would knock you off your socks.
So I wanna thank you for your patience, for sticking around this nearly dead blog and if possible, for any help and support from you. Thank you again from the bottom of my heart and also to give my hope that we get through this pandemic in 2020.
As a big apology, I had been busy these couple of years that I couldn’t continue my fanfic and this blog. I wasn’t motivated much even though I really wanted to come back. And after rewatching LPs on Resident Evil 7 I...surprisingly decided to revamp it to a more updated era (2014). I even have decided to build a better draft plot to organize myself with this fic and try to construct its narrative better.
So...yeah. I dunno if I’ll update much in this blog yet or dedicate much to the new fic mostly because I doubt myself anyone will be interested in it. But I’ll see how it goes.
Anyway, here’s the prologue links:
AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/13754382
FFN: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12845325/1/CODE-Kronos-Enhanced-Edition
Omg this took a while. And YES, I know something’s wrong with her back and I dunno how to fix it: is it the neck? The shoulders? The hair? (can anyone give me feedback on the left one) AGGGH!!! I don’t wanna redoooooooo!!!! I’ll fawking use my transform tools!!!
Even worse is I still have to figure out the tattoo on her arm. orz
WIP. Don’t reblog.
Anyway question to everyone if you don’t mind me asking (and this is gonna up on my CODE: Kronos blog). On first impression only and what you see here, with the details: she’s the director and works at a facility. In the Resident Evil universe. What do you think her role is (like say villain or side character or some unlucky lass at the side in every horror game cliche)?
The Erinye is a specimen with two varied origins: a mutation experienced by Shades after a period of time or a Licker mutated further after introducing the Kronos virus to it. The mutations transform them into more flexible but deadlier and nimble forms of hunters.
The Erinye is one of several specimens as part of the Kronos project and kept within the Theseus Research Facility's more secured levels. They were created to be potential bio-weapons that could be more effective in stealth. During the 2006 outbreak, they and many other specimens are escaping because of a sudden power failure in the system, and wreaking havoc within the facility.
While similar to a Licker, its most striking appearance is its slender structure which benefits to its agility and momentum. Erinyes have the capability to move swiftly as quadrupedal or bipedal but they show preference to crawling on all fours on any surface to surprise their prey. Their large, spread-out claws and talons, though rather thin appendages, have enough grip to hold its entire weight up to the ceiling and move about with little difficulty in gravity and noise. Like a Licker, they lack eyes and cannot detect a prey by sight. It, however, relies heavily on echolocation to locate, and gather sounds bounced off objects into its convex head. Its elongated tongue, just as effective as a Licker's tongue in piercing human flesh and even decapitating, can also detect these soundwaves and even smell particles. Thanks to their advanced primal intellect, they have many dangerous tactics. Not only can it seek out its prey easily but if necessary, an Erinye can choose to lie in wait and grab an unsuspecting prey with its claws much like a Venus fly trapper, even while holding onto the ceiling. Overall, this becomes a powerful master of covertness. The presence of an Erinye can often be hinted by its echolocating sounds.
In recent files, HELIX has started establishment to sell Erinyes for the BOW market. The buyer currently taking in Erinyes is the terrorist group, the Rasuls, in the Middle East.
The name Erinyes comes from the Greek mythology, female chthonic deities of vengeance. They are also referred to as Furies. The Furies' task was to hear complaints brought by mortals with discrimination towards others and punish such crimes by hounding culprits relentlessly.
Orthrus is a canine-like BOW and the mutation of chief-of-security, Ian Odell, created by the Kronos virus and the t-virus. Orthrus is the first boss encountered by the current team: Claire Redfield, Leon Kennedy, Steve Burnside and Iria McLenlan.
Orthrus resembles an oversized hairless hound that at first, has only one head. The one head, however, splits down in the middle to form two more functioning heads, being Orthrus' notable feature. Orthrus can brutally lunge forward, knocking down characters and even clamped them down with its jaws for a moment of time unless someone comes in to save that trapped character. In between the heads is where its weak spot is – the cocoon of Ian Odell – and this can only be exposed out after excessive damage. This is the best time to shoot it down as much as possible before it swallows its weak point back in and get up. Orthrus's wail can also attract other wandering Shades within its perimeter so that it does not fight alone.
Its name is derived from a two-headed hound, who is a doublet of Cerberus and involved in one of Heracles' twelve labours. He was in charged with guarding red cattle belonging to a three-bodied giant named Geryon. Heracles eventually slew Orthrus before taking the red cattle to complete his tenth labour.
She fought against it. Clawing her arms to grasp on something. Anything to pull herself up.
But all she was grabbing was nothing. Her body was sinking deeper and deeper into the cold blue void.
No! No! No!
Was she stuck? Iria veered down to find what was dragging her. The broken piece of metal was indeed right behind her, a part of it yanking at her clothing.
Her gun holster? Her coat? She desperately searched for the tangle, yanking harder and harder but in vain.
Her lungs were screaming for air and her head pounded from the ocean's pressure.
In other words, she was going to die.
Drown in the sea. Truthfully, it sounded a lot better than dying to the virus.
But to die now...the thought terrifyingly made Iria struggle even more as the iciness was sucking her energy out of her muscles.
No, she couldn't die right there, right now.
She had too many things to resolve. Too much at stake.
So much to do. So many broken promises to repair and keep.
She still hadn't assured that those kids were off the island, away from the unleashed nightmare...
"You really should cease your naivety." The memory of that shmuck, cruel smile on Wesker's face flashed in her mind. "You can't save everyone."
She hadn't even given him a bullet with his name on it yet...
The scientist had always been teased that she had half the luck of an Irish. It was a running gag among her closest colleagues before the outbreak and one she didn't hold too much of a grudge.
Sadly, it seemed to have run out.
All of her sins have eventually outweighed it.
I'm sorry...
The freezing cold urged her to give up, which she obliged.
This was her punishment. The eleven years of her mistakes had finally caught up to her.
I'm so sorry...
With her fighting spirit ceasing its revolt, she let herself descend deeper into the abyss.
Into regret...
Then something gripped her feeble hand.
Her body was pulled up, the very hand grasping tightly for dear life on whatever it was. At the near brink of losing consciousness from lack of oxygen, Iria glanced up at her rescuer, who glared back at her with furious blue eyes.
Claire had quickly untangled her off the wreckage.
DEATH AND NEAR DARKNESS foully lurked through the underpass tunnel. It was a pitiful experience, hearing what should have been undead scream out to them in almost rational words. Most of the walkers eventually lost the ability to speak, grumbling unintelligibly but the terror in their twisted faces – it was like an animal backed into a corner with nothing to lose if it fought back. Some looked less human from their own clawing on their faces, ripping off skin and flesh that they were closer to being called undead.
It was almost difficult to pull the trigger.
But the people they encountered within the passage were gone. Beyond help and hope. The two agents, TerraSave member and BSAA medic had to remind themselves and each other that.
Well, only three. Vince had taken the front, shooting down the new form of 'half-undead' without hesitation to push the team further. He had hollered, "We'll be stuck here if we don't shoot our way through! Move!"
It was either the black-eyed zombies or the living. Pick the choices and it'd always be the latter.
After the first few were put down, it felt like it was back to Raccoon City for Leon, Claire and Rebecca. The need to shoot in order to stay alive.
They couldn't stop.
The cluster of Shades, with two or three Darkened ones bursting out from their shallow shells, eventually dispersed deeper in the tunnel.
Another heavy door up ahead and the four went through.
The scene around them mended from grey and red to beautiful dazzlingly blue that the foursome had to take a moment to process the change. The tunnel ceased being made of concrete – being like glass channels at those water attractions where adults and kids could see the marine fish swim by on the other side. The only indication of how far deep the team was at was the printed numbers on the wall. 800 metres below the surface.
Hey, all! I put up a submission box. This idea was suggested by a fellow reader, Fortuzula so I’d like to thank her very much for this.
Any CODE: Kronos readers and or RE fans out there, you can submit things for this blog as long as it’s to do with CODE: Kronos and it’s not inappropriate. Can be anything: the monsters’ designs, characters’ designs, fanart, etc. If you submit something in, you will be credited for that piece.
Things this blog will not accept: nudity and offensive things.
Additionally, I’m trying to get this updated as frequent as possible next week as I’ve been busy with work and such so I apologie for such a big delay for a while now. Thank you all so much for your support on this blog.
HE HAD TAKEN HIS TIME sauntering deeper into the facility, his destination ending at the fourth level. There was no rush. Time was in his grasp, at his own pace.
No one dared choose to cross paths with him. Interrupt him. Defy him. They were below his feet, the very worms they were, waiting fearfully on command and knees. Some sucked up to him. Some wanted to shoot him down in retribution but not enough to gamble away their pitiful lives.
After all, he was in control. Sure, those fat lazy dogs of HELIX Foundations had a say sometimes but it was he who brought out the full potential within this enormous project with nobody standing in his way...
Well...only one proved sometimes a challenge within these walls. But where was the fun without such a character?
He strolled into one of the research labs. Inside, a group of high-rank scientists were rather cheery for the night. The liveliness crashed into a halt once he entered, like a black personification of the end, sucking out all the joy. He eventually got his answer why the early celebration.
Ah...so it was finally reaching the last lap of analysis...
Ten years. It has taken him ten years since he stepped forth into the project. He had been very patient...watching it grow like it was his precious child.
Hm. An amusing thought.
The blond-haired man in black clothes continued onwards to a room in the back, having noted one wasn't in the partying group. With his absence, the merry continued quietly but that didn't interested him the slightest.
He found her standing in front of the large screens, all alone in the quiet computer room. No such jolly across her stiff, tired face like the others in the vicinity.
He spied a twitch on her shoulders as he walked in, but the ash-blond-haired half-Spanish never turned around. On the spot, she had already predicted his clockwork arrival as equivalent to a disgusting vibe that needed to be shaken off. He was 'vaguely' insulted but admitted silently that it was a remarkable sight every time he bumped into her.
After all, on this island, they were both enemies. Outside, only one man, that shrewd BSAA soldier, took that spot. In here, it was the battle of wits but out there, his mind, body and spirit were tested against that Redfield.
On occasions. Not as frequent as that against the half-Spanish .
SHE COULD SMELL THE HINT OF GUNPOWDER. Cleaning lubrication. Maintained well but not fired recently. Claire's eyes slowly veered to the corners, spying the corkscrewing hole of the barrel.
Gripping the handle tight with leather gloves was a well-fit man in his late twenties. Caucasian. Dark hair in a fauxhawk style. Tight zippered shirt, simple pants, outdoor shoes. She noted the shoulder holster under the open vintage cotton jacket, the four pockets puffy with perhaps ammo cartridges. No badge in sight.
A wide smirk. Confident amber eyes. Professional body stance.
"Hello, Gorgeous."
New York. Accent was a dead giveaway.
"Now, I'm not here to hurt you."
The man reached out an open palm to her, the other still on the trigger.
"Just need to borrow that jacket and cap off you. We both know that before you scream for help, I'd have to knock your lights out." She could feel his glance quickly move down her legs and then back up, not enough time for her to drop the crate and reach for her gun. "I don't want to do that to a nice-looking lady like you."
Click!
"Drop your weapon!"
The man frowned with a rise of his hands, feeling Rebecca's gun at the hairline. He never saw her circle around covertly.
"Hands in the air!"
It was a familiar voice, one Claire knew all too well.
The man's partner had scuffled into the scene, his weapon pointing at Rebecca. Rebecca made the mistake at turning back to the second man. The first swiftly wheeled round, his free hand seizing her gun out of hers.
Third CODE: Kronos document and our game world of CODE: Kronos. And yes, it's another island.
Truthfully, I decided to place this on an island way before Resident Evil Revelations 2. I was more influenced by Code Veronica's island and Dead island to be fair, hence why you have a more tropical lively island than a dead prison island. One thing for sure, this island has been untouched by humans before HELIX took control of it and that every life on that island has evolved in a more rougher way - a bit like the part in the book, the Life of Pi. Even, the virus that started the Kronos Project.
I've no idea what the concept of the island is like at of this moment. Then again, I've never done maps before. :Y Or backgrounds either.
