Title: Finding Evil: Part one.

Author: quew

Disclaimer: Paramount owns Voyager, Capcom owns Resident Evil. I *sob* don't.

Classification: T/7, J/f uber.

Rating: Nc-17 (for gore and horror)

Archive: PM, if wanted (absolutely understand if not ;) Anywhere else good too, just please let me know so I can visit and squeal in joy.

Warnings: If you are easily offended please, please, please do not read. Contains blood and horrible deaths. I also apologise for any inconsistencies in military manoeuvres, terms or equipment and scientific terms or equipment, because I don't know very much about either of them.

Notes: This is the fanfic equivalent of one of those no-brainer action movies with the thumping techno/hard rock soundtrack and not much of a plot. Or it will be, if I can pull it off ;) It was going to be a Silent Hill 2 crossover, but I found I couldn't do justice to the complexity of the game ;) This is inspired by Blue's game/voyager cross-over, and the new Resident Evil movie that I keep seeing clips for somewhere.

Note 2: For those who have never played Resident Evil, I'll try and sum it up a little without giving away too much of the plot ;) Basically, you can play one of two members of S.T.A.R.S (Special Tactics and Rescue Squad) Alpha Team, Jill Valentine or Chris Redfield. S.T.A.R.S Bravo team are sent out to investigate the mysterious deaths of a few hikers and townsfolk in the woods near Raccoon City, and they discover a remote country house in the middle of the forest. As soon as they've radioed in and reported that they're going to check out the house, Bravo Team's helicopter fails and they crashland on the houses' grounds. They are not heard from after that, and Alpha team are sent to investigate. Once inside the house, the team are seperated and whichever character you decide to play as has to find the other members and discover the secret of the old house. This story is set on the premise that S.T.A.R.S Team's Charlie and Delta are the first to find the house, and the story goes from there.

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Silence. It covers the grounds of a country house, set in the middle of a silent forest. Silent paths wind their way through silent gardens. A well used car park, thoroughly modern and thoroughly out of place, is eerily abandoned and quiet. The house itself is dark, no lights in the windows even though night is approaching fast. Inside the house the disquiet grows, oozing out of the tastefully expensive decor and silent rooms.

It's obvious the house was - or rather, is - being used. Rooms are full of possessions, and little things in hallways - a book here, a magazine there, someone's idly placed coffee mug - give the place a sense of being lived in. There is very little dust, but what there is lies heavily disturbed.

The house, though, has more levels than a house should. Keep going down and things become slightly discordant. A table knocked over; a picture pulled down; a bullet hole in the wall; blood in a pool on the carpet, soaking into and ruining the expensive weave. A groaning, just on the cusp of hearing, pervades the hallways, seemingly no-where and everywhere all at once.

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'Don't talk! Run!' Three people exploded out of a set of double doors, panic etched on their faces. They urged tired and frightened bodies to give that little bit extra as, with an ear-rending screech, they heard claws hit the concrete behind them. The trio sprinted down the dank corridor, trying not to get tangled in each others legs, and each feeling the hot breath of the beast on their backs.

'Keep going!' The leader shouted, her once white lab coat stained and grimy as it streamed out behind her. 'We're nearly there!'

The man in the middle could feel his chest tightening as the lift came into view. They were going to make it!

Suddenly a high pitched snarl rang out, amplified against the close grey stone walls. Great claws split the flesh of his back in one swipe, scraping against bone, blood gushing out over already soiled clothes. He screamed as the beast pulled him down, falling before he could try and stop himself. His jaw broken on impact, all he could manage were wordless screams as the beast turned him over, seeming to smile at him as it raised disfigured claws for the final blow.

'Come on!' The lead woman pulled on the arm of the second, who had turned back and was frozen, transfixed by the blood. She changed direction and they threw themselves through the nearest door as behind them, the beast screamed its victory.

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'Delta to Charlie, do you copy Charlie?' Her face twisted in irritation, she held the headphones tightly to her ears, trying to make out the words over the noise of the helicopter.

'One minute and counting. Be ready,' she said. She turned her attention away from the headphones and started to check all her equipment. A pistol was strapped securely to her thigh, a smaller one tucked in a shoulder holster and a knife in her boot. A shotgun was attached to the side of her pack. Let no-one say I ain't prepared, she thought, nodding at the rest of her unit and smoothing down her dark hair.

'We're there,' The pilot called, his voice tinny through the 'com.

She looked across open air and saw the leader of Charlie team, Chakotay, nod sharply. Their 'copter veered off toward the east, looking for another landing site.

She nodded to her team and then looked out of the open sided craft. Underneath them was the sprawled layout of a country house.

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The outhouses were wreathed in mist, deadening sound and blurring vision. With one hand clamped over the haft of the axe and the other reaching out for the doorknob, she sent a silent prayer to whoever could hear her that she would make it out alive. She patted down the pockets of her overalls one last time, checking she still had her torch, lighter and map.

Blue eyes wide with fear, she reached out for the doorknob. Her hand shook as she touched it and the shaking transmitted itself to the cold metal, the lock rattling in the door. She removed her hand like it had been burnt, suddenly afraid of what might hear her, and she had to breathe deeply for several minutes before she could touch the door-knob without it rattling. To her ears it sounded so very loud, just like her breathing did as it roared in and out in harsh, quick pants.

Taking a deep breath, she lifted the axe, ripped open the door and ran.

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'This is bullshit,' One of the men said, his voice transmitted directly into her ear by the ear-pieces they wore. The team was spread out along the front of the house, slowly sweeping the grounds as the approached the formidable building. They were investigating the deaths of several locals and a few hikers in the nearby woods, and when S.T.A.R.S Charlie team's helicopter had found the country house, both team leaders had decided to search the grounds and investigate the house to see if the people there had seen anything.

'Shut up Paris,' she snarled quietly. 'This is a mission on unknown territory, so shut up before you give our position away.'

She thought she heard him muttering under his breath but dismissed him quickly, turning her attention back to their destination. In the semi-darkness, the house looked forbidding, and seasoned soldier that she was she couldn't help but shiver. Once again her mind wandered back to the letter...could this be the place mentioned? And if so, why the secrecy?

'What now, Paris?' She asked, picking her steps carefully through the thigh high grass. Wasn't this place supposed to be populated? Shouldn't the gardens be better kept than this?

'Something coming in fast from the North-west!' The man hissed. Instinctively the unit picked up it's pace and drew together, going from a line spread out across the gardens to an easier defensible group.

'I don't see nothing,' one of the men on her left said, raising his automatic rifle to firing position as they moved faster still.

'I've got a bad feeling about this.' The only other woman on the team, Wildman, said.

While they often picked on her for always having 'a bad feeling' about something, this time it set them on edge. It was as if she'd voiced what they'd all been thinking.

Paris whirled, raising his gun as the long grass on their left rustled, parting quickly. He snapped the gun's attached light on, secrecy be damned, and fired a quick burst and soon everyone was firing into the grass.

'Anyone remember that scene in Jurassic Park two when they're all running through that field and the raptors come along…?' He whispered.

'Shut up, Paris,' at least three of the team members said, but their hearts weren't in it. Instead, their hearts were in their throats as the rustling started up on the other side.

'Move it, people!' She hissed, 'they're flanking us!'

'Who's flanking us? What the hell is going on?!' Paris yelled, firing another quick three round burst. The panic in his voice fanned the flames of terror already burning in every one of them, and their leader felt it, cursing the loud-mouth.

'Stay together!' She said, trying to sound as if she wasn't feeling it too. 'No-one break for it!'

The rustling sped up, coming from at least four different directions. She glanced up at the house…it was still too far away!

'Delta to Charlie, Charlie respond!' She said loudly into her transmitter. 'Charlie! Unknown assailants on the property!'

'…lta! Delta! We...r…der…attack! Man down, man down!'

Suddenly, one of the men on the edge of the group went down, screaming in agony as the long grass swallowed him. A spurt of blood, black in the moonlight, splashed up and across the grass and the men looked at each other in horror.

She looked at where he had been and then at the rest of her men. 'Break!' She yelled.

As they turned and fled, she heard growling behind them, and then the scream of someone else.

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