Resident Evil Shane’s Story Chapter 1 & 2
Chapter 1: The Beginning
Darkness. It was an old friend, always there, always waiting. Sounds filled the darkness, a loud horn shot through the silence, startling him awake, a terrible dream that would never end. The light blinded his eyes, forcing them shut, his body stiff, he couldn't move. The nightmare was real once again, trapped in a world of chaos. He could hear beeping, air compressions, sounds heard in hospitals; a place he hated the most, during his young life…
His eyes slowly adjusted to the bright light above him; there he could see a hospital light used in various operations, on willing and on unwilling patients. Slowly he turned his head, and could see a mirror on the wall, nothing else revealed, it only showed him this room and whatever could be behind it, watching his every waking moment, trapped upon this table. Turning his head to the right, he discovered an IV attached to his arm
There were fresh bandages wrapped around it, as he gazed down his body, ignoring what was on his right for now. He was strapped down firmly, preventing struggle, the only garment they allowed him to wear were black boxer shorts, and ‘they’ were of St. Jeremy's Hospital, mental asylum. He remembered the attempted escape, that had ended in failure, and now he was trapped here once again, after awakening from that empty darkness.
His thoughts interrupted as his eyes fell on the door before him, cold metal doors with a small window. This was the private room where patients were taken for testing operations, the nightmare room he heard many scream about. Once again he looked around as best he could, the machines making sounds to mask anything else the facility had to offer him. He took a breath and let it out slowly, he was still in the asylum… right?
He was positive he was in that place, where else would he be? The doors opened, alerting him of four men entering, each wearing a white mask, lab gowns and eye protection. A terrifying reminder of doctors crazed out of their minds with an exposed patient resting on their table, hungry to cut him open, to see what was inside. Their gazes passed through him, he could feel the pressure causing his heart to race. One of the men was holding a hypodermic needle filled with an unknown, clear fluid, clearly the lead doctor in this foul practice.
“What are you doing?” He asked, finally looking at the other three standing next to him, unmoved by his questioning. "Where am I?"
They wouldn’t say a word to the helpless man, this caused great fear to flood his system instantly and the result of it caused him to struggle in vain against the restraints that bound him.
“Blood pressure is rising slightly.” Spoke the one as he was working with the machines, monitoring every bit of data passing before his eyes. Clipboard in hand, he took notes involving the situation. "Brain waves are normal, no change."
"Where am I?" The young man asked again raising his voice in failed attempt to draw their attention. "What are you doing?" This mantra repeated once more till he noticed in the corner of his eyes the lead man holding up a needle, flicking at the contents within. They were going to inject him and only the heavens knew what they would do if he were to fall unconscious. Desperation plagued his voice, shouting at them to set him free, in his futile efforts to get off the table, but the end result was two men forcing him to be still long enough for the injection to be completed.
“Keep him down.” One of the voices sounded louder than the man’s shouts, louder than the blaring machines recording the panic flooding the body. “Hurry up and give it to him!”
The young man fought harder feeling all of them pinning him down but one, it was clear he was straining the old restraints to their breaking point. This distraction lead the sole man not holding him down to give the shot quickly into the young man’s right arm. He could feel the liquid coursing through his body, the sensation was strange and numbing, like a sedative. His body relaxed fully and put him into the rest needed in order to be work fully upon.
"No…" He said in a soft tone, a soft haze floating over his mind. The darkness calling to him to return to it, to enter the sleep, so the men could do whatever they pleased with him. Those blue eyes closed finally and he was lost in the darkness…
Chapter 2: Painful Memories
‘Is he part of the program?’ A voice echoed in the darkness surrounding the mind in a hazy fog, alertness toned down to the lowest level. Such awareness could only be gained in a dreamlike state offered by the darkness in events of panic.
‘Yes. He won’t remember anything after we’re done. He won’t remember this procedure.’ Spoke another voice in the distance. ‘He is the only one left that was there.’ The statement clearly a mystery, a mystery with no name and no setting; was this the reason this was remembered?
‘What happened to the others?’ Asked the first voice from earlier, familiar from the operation and yet it was terrifying understanding that dread would follow if the mind would allow it. However, this wasn’t the case for the young man who slept away and was lost in his own mind.
‘Terminated.’ This voice was cold and heartless, stating the most obvious without the need for explanation, was this man the leader of the group?
‘Make sure he is strapped down tightly.’ A new voice and it had a Russian. ‘This will hurt.’
1998 - Raccoon City
Apartment Heights - Room #109
“Shane! Don’t forget your lunch!” A woman shouted with a southern accent while shutting the apartment door behind her, the sound of it closing also alerted the occupants of the tiny place. Setting aside her shoes, she headed to the kitchen with the trashcan.
A young boy stared at himself in the mirror fixing his shortcut dirty blonde hair; he smiled before brushing his teeth while looking at his ice blue eyes. He was always in awe looking at how beautiful they were; he had to wonder if it was the reason he was complimented by girls. Once done he left the bathroom to see his mom standing in the kitchen preparing food for later in the day.
“You look so handsome.” She said making him smile lightly, her skin was a very beautiful color for she was a Native American. “Officer Ryman is outside waiting for you.” She stated with a gesture to the window before grabbing her hot cup of coffee sitting on the counter.
“Again?” Shane asked looking out the window down on the streets to see a tall police officer smoking a cigarette while leaning against a light pole. “I hope he’s not going to bust me for something I didn’t do.”
His mother laughed and patted him on the head seeing Kevin down there looking up at their window before getting rid of his cigarette. She smiled and nudge Shane to get ready, it took him a moment and he soon left the apartment and was on the street in two minutes. Course, he had used the apartment railing on the stairs to cheat getting downstairs.
“Hey, Shane,” Kevin said smiling at the young kid. “What took you so long?”
“Mom,” Shane said smiling back. “What’s up?” Adjusting his backpack, he was ready for the walk to school with the officer he trusted greatly, even if he liked being silly when it comes to the man being an officer and thinking he was going to arrest the youth.
“Another day, another dollar.” Kevin joked as they started to walk, he soon yawned and stretched. “You’re fortunate that I’m up at this hour.” He told causing Shane to look up at him. “I work night shift but I owe your mom.”
“Free drinks?” Shane asked as they crossed the street as Kevin nodded, the boy chuckled as he found it amusing that his mom and Kevin could end up dating at some point in time, he wanted that to happen since he wanted a father in his life and so far Kevin was his father figure. He wanted to be a cop like him when he was older, defending the streets like Kevin.
“Best there is.” He said with a grin as they walked down the street. Kevin was fond of the Shane and his mom and he never considered he’d be this close a friend to a kid but in the end, he found himself liking the boy. In a way, Shane reminded Kevin of himself when he was a kid.
Present…
Sounds flooded his ears as he took a quick breath, he slowly opened his eyes to see that everything was fuzzy and out of place. Just the movement alone brought forth a burning pain deep within his chest; he groaned rolling onto his side to attempt to find comfort only to end up slipping off his head onto the cold floor.
A curse escaped his lips and his mind was screaming from his annoyance of all of this. He moved to sit up and gave in to the anger and shouted out, his chest ached and now his entire body. He wanted to cry but he was hurting too much to waste his energy in doing such any annoying uncontrolled emotion. Ever since being trapped here with the insane, his mind was slowly snapping through emotions that he once had full control over. Tears flowed easily and his anger peaked so quickly, mixing the two lead him to headaches.
A guard tapped on the glass to draw his attention away from it all for a second, it was feeding time and the food was slid into the room from a small slot at the bottom of the glass. At first, his eyes registered the food being nothing more than slop until he actually studied the contents seeing he was blessed with fresh fruit, for so long he craved to have these wonderful sweet treats.
With feral instinct he snatched the apple slices, eating them greedily, trying hard to savor the sweet taste as the guard walked away with a twisted smile. Shane coughed from the haste, patting his chest he took a drink from the small bottle of water, it felt perfect as he sighed, ignoring the camera in the room. The meal made him forget those pains from a moment earlier, now here he was acting like a starving animal discovering the prize of food.
He wanted to savour it, before they took it away from him, so with haste he stuffed a few slices into his socks, just as the guard came back using a hook pulling the tray back out. Shane was furious for having lost a chance to grab the perfect orange he had seen in a long time; however that was how this place operated against him.
His body was weak when he tried to rise to his feet; every part of him felt as if he did a strenuous exercise he had taken gone too far. He honestly felt like crap once he was able to stand and soon used the toilet before lying back down. For the most part, his chest felt as if it was on fire and no matter how hard he tried to get comfortable, it never happened. It felt as if there was a fifteen-pound weight on his chest, pushing down by invisible hands to make it difficult to catch a calming breath, a quick stab of pain in his side making him cringe instantly. That kind of pain felt normal from a workout but this clearly was unnatural to him and he begged for relief from anyone watching him.
He got nothing.
The silence was the greatest of annoyances and he groaned, his stomach rolled so badly he ended staying next to the toilet most of the night nibbling on the fruit in his socks to try and ease his stomach. He never felt this sick before, not since he got the stomach flu when he was a kid in Raccoon City those many years ago….
1998 - Raccoon City
Apartment Heights - Room #109
“You’re burning up baby.” His mother said dabbing a wet washcloth over his head as he held his stomach. It was clear he had gotten sick at school and with the stomach flu. “You’ll be okay, just need some sleep.” It was the first time in Shane’s young life did he catch any sort of sickness. She was so careful in making sure he stayed healthy and strong until she learned how sick her baby boy was getting.
“It hurts mom,” Shane stated cringing in pain before hurrying to lean over his bed vomiting. It was getting worse and would last for hours. “It came out of my nose!” He exclaimed blowing his nose with a tissue she handed him. “Mom, make it stop.” He begged her, his eyes pleading with her to make the terrible pain to cease. The buzzer for their apartment sounded forcing her to leave her son’s side to see who was calling.
Moving swiftly to the intercom, she pressed the button hearing Shane whine in the other room, “Hello?” She said rubbing her face tiredly. “It’s Kevin.” Replied the voice of Kevin Ryman, “I got the stuff you needed.” He said ruffling the bag he carried to prove to her he hadn’t failed in his retrieval.
“Come on up.” She replied pressing another button and opened the door of their apartment, it was easier for Kevin to enter without the issues of knocking. Returning to Shane, she found him vomiting again. “Kevin’s brought your medicine.” She said sitting down on the bed to rub her son’s back, he wasn’t too happy about having to take medicine. “It’ll help you feel better.”
“But mom...” He started, ready to protest with every pout and plea he could till she got up and closed the door partway before heading into the kitchen where Kevin was setting down a few paper bags. He had gone through the effort to get the groceries as well. He was a gentleman when he wanted to be and she was thankful for his kindness. Seeing the medicine on the countertop, she collected it and read the instructions, “Thank you.” She praised him before grabbing her purse only to feel Kevin place his hand on hers telling her she didn’t have to pay him. This kindness made her want to repay him and he only wanted to help make sure the young boy would become healthy. Retreating from her purse, she began to prepare the medicine and a bowl of soup for Shane to suckle on.
“How’s he doing?” Kevin asked collecting a small bag of photo chips off the counter; he knew his stay would be for an hour so he thought it wise to snack on something for that very reason. He may be a guest in their house but he was also their current helper. He was thankful he had today off; he wasn’t going to leave Shane alone to suffer.
“I believe it to be the stomach flu. He keeps vomiting every few minutes, hopefully, this will help calm his stomach down some and make him sleep.” Sighing, she really felt terrible her baby wasn’t doing well. If she was able to get him to sleep and monitor him, perhaps he will be better in a few hours. The medicine was a special order from the Umbrella Corporation to help Shane recover.
“Are you going to keep him from school for the next few days?” Kevin asked grabbing a glass out of one of the cupboards to get himself a glass of milk, normally he would grab a beer from their fridge but he needed to be sober tonight.
“Unless it goes away in the morning, I can’t stand him suffering.” She said soon heating the soup up and looked at Kevin while leaning against the counter. “I don’t think anyone else at the school has this sickness, I’m wondering if someone slipped him something during lunch.”
“Like a drug or spoiled food?” Kevin asked taking another drink; afterward, he shook his head in disappointment. “Kids these days. They are always trying to take out the nice kid.” He said. “Sofia, you don’t mind if I crash here tonight, would you? I’m supposed to patrol this area anyway, tomorrow.”
“You know, you’re always welcomed here, Kevin.” She said smiling at him, collecting the hot bowl carefully from the microwave, she placed it on a plate, “I need to give this to Shane, and I’ll be right back.”
Present…
Inside the asylum security room, the guards were observing the monitors till one stopped the one on Shane’s and leaned forward looking closer at it. He rubbed his nose for a second before pointing to Shane’s hands and looked at the other who was on the radio quickly. They had spotted he had stolen food to eat for later from the meal that had been brought to him, this was against regulations.
Back in Shane’s cell, he stiffened in great fear, noticing four guards standing outside. Surprised, he quickly stood up, the sudden movement caused him to fumble against his bed, while the glass rolled into the wall. The men were quickly inside, causig him to shout in pain as one twisted Shane’s arms behind his back. They knew what to do and started to pat him down, finding the rest of the fruit in his socks; he was punished hard by a swift hit with a wooden baton. Shane lost his breath and when regained, he cursed them as his legs gave out from under him. They still held him, and shifted the young man to the bed, where he was left, in agony. Tears slipped down his cheeks, he wanted to spew the contents from his stomach.
A man stood outside the cell, having watched the whole ordeal, his black trench coat kept most of his figure hidden, while he watched Shane behind a pair of high-grade sunglasses. The man was silent, watching the young man recovering in the cold cell, a smiled crept along the side of his face, watching Shane force himself onto his feet, frustration clearly shown on his face. The way he held his head indicated he was losing himself to this place.
Shane’s body shook, as he rested his head against the wall, fighting his damnedest to not cry, but the rolling wave of broken emotions and reasoning escaped, he even scolded himself for being weak. Being trapped in this place for nine years would do that to a person. “I will get out of here…” Shane told himself, rubbing his face with a free hand. His nerves were shaken but his spirit was still strong. “I will get out of here…” Hitting the wall once more, his blood stained the padded surface. He was alive and he wasn’t going to let this place win the battle for his sanity.