Title: Resident Evil: Apocalypse
Sequel to: Resident Evil
Fandom: Resident Evil/Smallville/Supernatural
Disclaimer: Don't own
Summary: They made it out of the Hive, but now Racoon City is closed off, and they need get out before its destroyed. Demons, Undead, Umbrella, Chloe's new strand of mutation, and a slowly budding romance with Sam. Oh My.
"Son of a bitch!" Chloe yelled as the blinding pain subsided and she found herself kneeling on the charred ground.
The smell of sulfur assaulted her senses, and the sound of countless screams blending into one filled her ears. She remembered the times she'd been on the rack, the times she'd been tortured, and it still made her shiver. It'd gotten easier after the first couple of deaths since the demons had bee confused as to why she kept appearing and disappearing from their pits, and she'd been brought to one of the bosses who'd forced her to tell him why it was that she seemed to always be 'popping in and out' of their sessions.
It was bad enough having the devil of Lex Luthor interested in her powers on earth, but she had a couple of hell princes interested in them in hell as well.
At least it'd gotten her time out of the racks, and she wasn't going to complain about that.
"Always such a lady." A voice to her right chuckled.
"Fuck you Alastair." The blonde grumbled, pushing herself to her feet as she looked at the demon in his shadowed glory. "I'm here because I have business with the big guy, not you."
His eyes narrowed. "You'd do good to show me some respect!"
"Or you'll do what?" Chloe asked, snorting. "Kill me?"
"I can make death seem like heaven!" He warned her. "Two minutes in the pit with me and-!"
"You know, Al, you have a big mouth but no guns." She rolled her eyes. "Some might call that ponytail pulling."
"Alastair!" His voice snarled. "Don't antagonize the guest."
Alastair snarled but went away.
Chloe took in a deep breath and turned to the one before her. "Belial."
"So you can come here without dying." One of the four crowned princes of hell announced, eyeing her in interest. "Do you know what that means?"
"Belial." She tried again, trying to distract him from that plain of thought. "You probably don't know about it right now, but there's a virus upstairs that turns people into undead eating machines."
"Zombies?" He asked, completely too amused with this.
"Undead." She corrected, clearing her throat.
"I know that you've come to me for help, but I don't understand why." The prince admitted, leaning against a wall. "I'm one of the crowned princes of hell. I like it when humans are in chaos and fear."
"What about demons?" She replied, knowing she'd gotten his attention by the narrowing of his eyes. "I came across Mickey. He was infected. Or, well, his host was infected and the virus had tied him into his host. He couldn't get out."
"You're lying." Belial snarled, stalking towards her and grabbing her by her throat, lifting her in the air.
She gasped for breath, but didn't look away from him.
Belial gazed into her green eyes before suddenly lowering her, stepping away. "You tell the truth."
"One of the sons of the Prince of Lies would know that, wouldn't he?" Chloe coughed, breathing in happily once more. "This isn't just a human problem, this is a demon problem. Especially since a demon is the one who let the virus out. Her name is Ruby. I was there when she did it."
"She will be dealt with." Belial promised. "I-you know that we cannot go up there-not without summoning-and I know you wouldn't summon us."
"Hell no." She snorted, before frowning. "So, is Mickey down here? Did he get sent back?"
"He is not here. No." Belial frowned.
Chloe blinked. "Wow. That even makes it worse. I killed his undead meatsuit and I know Mickey didn't come pouring out of its mouth, so I figured he'd been sent down here. But if he's not here that means he died with the undead body he was trapped in, which means this kills your demons."
Belial's eyes narrowed at that little bit of information.
She raised an eyebrow at him.
He sighed. "So what is it that you want, Chloe? I doubt that you're accepting my offer to stay down here and be my concubine...find a way together to allow others down here to come and go from hell as they please."
She chuckled. "You know me so well."
He raised an eyebrow. "What do you want?"
"I think I've just done you a big favor giving you the heads up." Chloe replied slowly, eyeing him curiously. "I didn't have to, you know. I could have let more and more of your minions get stuck in their meatsuits and have them slowly transform into the mindless things Mickey was becomming. It'd weaken you, make you lose your little soldiers."
Belial shook his head at her. "You want something from me in return for this information."
"Exactly." She nodded.
"I'm morbidly curious as to what I have that you would want so badly." Belial admitted. "I offered you riches, fame, and my amazing cock. None of those interested you. So what's changed, Chloe Sullivan?"
"There's an antidote." Chloe announced, sweetening the deal. "I know who has it. I don't know if it'll work with possessed, but its the best chance your minions got."
"And you'll only tell me if I give this thing to you that you want." The demon guessed. "Why would I make this deal with you? All I have to do is find this Ruby and get it from her."
"If she isn't infected already." Chloe smiled serenely. "And she's not exactly playing for your team, apparently, if she went and started an Apocalypse without so much as a heads up to you."
"What the fuck do you want from me woman?" He snarled, storming towards her.
"Nothing you'll miss." Chloe replied coolly, though her heart was racing. "Give it to me and I'll give you the Corporation who have the antidote."
"What good would that do me if I can't get the fuck out of here?" Belial snarled.
"You're not as helpless and tied down as you want everyone to believe, Bel, please don't think I'm stupid. If Azazel could get out you can too." She snapped back. "And even if you can't get out of here you have ways of communicating with demons upstairs, I know you do."
Belial took in a deep breath, before eyeing her. "What do you want, Chloe Sullivan?"
At Ravens Gate Bridge people congregated in the thousands, trying to flee the city, which had been completely blocked off. There was no other way to get into or out of the city, and to get out you had to be examined to make sure you didn't have any scratches or bite marks. The atmosphere was frantic. No one knew for certain what was in the city but they were all terrified, knowing that if they didn't get out they wouldn't survive.
It was survival of the fittest.
A thing of instinct.
And instinct was telling thousands of people that they were the prey.
Jill Valentine frowned as she moved through the crowd.
Her eyes widened as she suddenly recognized someone.
"Peyton!" She pushed passed those around her. "Peyton!"
"Valentine!" He called as he saw her. "Hey Valentine!"
He wore the S.T.A.R.S. uniform.
"Let her through!" He ordered, and the police holding the others back allowed her passage.
"Hey...glad you're here." He smiled, reaching her. "We need all the help we can get."
Suddenly a man a little to their left began to writhe before collapsing on the ground, body spasming.
"Daddy?" His daughter raced to him. "He has a weak heart! Someone help him!"
"Get away from him!" The uniforms ordered, guns trained on him.
"Daddy!" The girl screamed.
Peyton reached her, grabbing her and pulling her away from her father. "It's okay, I got you. We're just going to-."
Jill opened her mouth to warn her friend, but before she could get a syllable out, the father rose and attacked, biting deep into Peyton's calf.
The handsome African American screamed as he let go of the terrified girl and turned towards her father, who was dining on his leg.
Jill pulled out her gun and shot-the zombie falling lifeless as everyone around them screamed.
Jill lowered her weapon, sick and tired of the weak people.
"Why are you still here?" She snapped at Peyton, putting way her gun and reaching for the cloth one of the uniforms gave her to use as a tourniquet, applying it to his wound. "You should've gotten out while you still had the chance."
"These are our people, Jill." Peyton replied, leaning against a cop car for support as he looked at the multitudes.
Suddenly the doors began to close, and as one the people rushed forwards, terrified, but unable to do anything as the large iron doors shut completely on them, leaving them trapped inside of Raccoon City.
"THIS IS A BIOHAZARD QUARANTINE AREA." A man announced on a loud speaker, safe and high above them on the platform on the bridge. "DUE TO RISK OF INFECTION YOU CANNOT BE ALLOWED TO LEAVE THE CITY. ALL APPROPRIATE MEASURES ARE BEING TAKEN. THE SITUATION IS UNDER CONTROL. PLEASE, RETURN TO YOUR HOMES."
The people didn't listen, pressing against the walls, clamoring, begging to be let out.
"What are they doing?" Terri Morales, the local channel's weather girl, had her camera out as she filmed everything. "I can't believe they're doing this! They've even left some of their own people behind."
Suddenly a shot rang through the night, causing people to scream and stop, looking upwards.
That same man now held a gun. "YOU HAVE FIVE SECONDS TO TURN AROUND, AND RETURN TO THE CITY."
Another man's voice boomed. "USE OF LIVE AMMUNITION HAS BEEN AUTHORIZED."
Jill stood, looking up, shaking her head.
The guns readied above.
Terry turned to Jill over the chaos and screams. "He can't really do that, can he?"
Jill shook her head. "He won't fire."
Peyton turned to everyone. "Get back! Get back!"
Jill's eyes widened as she realized what her friend did.
They were going to shoot.
She turned to everyone. "Move! Run!"
Suddenly gunshots rung hard and fast, echoing and mingling with the screams as people fell, chests filled with metal.
"Chirstfuck!" Chloe yowled as she reappeared, sitting in the chair, now unbound, and with steam rising from the now empty container. The blonde threw herself out of the chair and with one fluid movement pulled her shirt off, skin red and hot and steaming from the transition. She was never going to do that again! Fuck! Dying hurt less!
"Cuz?" Lois hurried towards her.
"Fucking A." Rain exclaimed in awe, hurrying towards her. "You okay?"
"What happened?" Sam helped her stand, worry in his every feature. "Did you-you really go to hell?"
"You think that's a big deal here?" A new voice asked from the shadows. "Down there they'll be gossiping about it for centuries."
Sam went still, before turning towards the shadows in time to see a handsome, sandy-blonde emerge from the shadows. "Dean?"
Lois and Rain exchanged confused looks, not quite sure what was going on.
Dean hesitated, before sighing. "Samuel."
Sam flinched. "Dean?"
"Stop being such a hardass you bastard." Chloe frowned at the older Winchester, finally standing up. "You've missed him."
"I'm a demon." Dean snapped, eyes going black. "I don't miss anyone."
Sam looked hurt and horrified. "You're a demon?"
"Happens after hundreds of years down in the pit." Dean replied with a shrug, a shotgun on a strap around his shoulder, and his hand on the sword hanging from his belt. "Time must pass differently up here, I mean, you look the same."
"A year has passed on this side." Sam whispered.
"Fuck me." Dean chuckled darkly. "I feel like I just got assfucked."
The brothers continued to look at each other in silence, obviously not sure what to do.
Chloe gazed between them before sighing, shrugging off Sam's hold and going to Lois. "While Sam, Rain and I go find clothes that don't scream 'I was kidnapped and held hostage by Lex Luthor' you and Dean go find us more weapons and ammo, okay?"
Lois nodded. "There's a gun store on the second floor." She turned to Dean. "How do I know he won't do something demony?"
"I can't." Dean sneered. "I belong to her now, and I'm guessing she wouldn't like it if something happened to you...whoever you are."
Sam narrowed his eyes at Chloe. "What does he mean he belongs to you?"
"Not now Sam." Chloe snapped, in pain and in a very bad mood because of it.
The blonde turned and walked away.
Rain looked between them before turning to Sam. "At least he's not in the pit amigo." And with that she hurried after Chloe.
Sam continued to stand where he was, conflicted.
"So," Dean announced, looking at the guns. "How long have you all known Sammy?"
Lois raised an eyebrow. "Me personally? About an hour-two at the most. Chloe and Rain? A couple of days-though most of those days they were held hostage in separate rooms, so I'm guesstimating that she's really known him for a couple of hours."
Dean frowned, looking up at that. "She got me out of the pit for someone she knew for only a couple of hours?"
"Well, I'm sure it's not selfless." Lois shrugged. "You've got to have some other use for her."
"Like what?" The demon asked, curious.
"Don't ask me." The brunette snorted. "Ask her."
"She's-weird." Dean replied. "And the fact that Belial would give up my soul to her says that she has a lot of sway in the underworld." He eyed Lois with narrowed black eyes. "What is she and why does she have that power?"
"Have you never seen her? During her previous visits to hell?" Lois asked, surprised.
Dean blinked. "She's been down there more than once?"
"She's visited Hell so many she should start the paperwork to become a resident." She laughed, before sobering.
"So she's evil." Dean replied, seeming to feel more comforted by this.
"Resident evil." Lois murmured before shaking her head. "And for your information, she's not evil."
"Belial liked her." Dean turned to Lois, eyebrow raised. "He was flirting with her."
"Have you seen her rack?" The brunette cousin wanted to know.
Dean paused, considering this.
It was an impressive rack.
And moreover, it was natural.
He eyed Lois' chest. "Silicone or Saline?"
The cousin glared at him.