Summery: This story is about a young researcher being kidnapped and finding herself in a world that she thought was a game. Not only that but, finds a love she never put into her calculations. Please be gentle this is my first fanfic, rated M to be safe R&R. I don't own any of this. The characters and game belong to Capcom.

Chapter 1

Friday 4:45 pm

A dark green Ford Tarus was pulling up into the drive way of a two story rustic looking house in the California Mountains. A twenty- three year old woman with long brown hair and dark brown eyes got out and proceeded to check her mail. Her height of five feet and ten inches caused her to slouch uncomfortably to reach her mailbox. She sighed and mumbled to herself, "Junk, bill, three pitiful job offers and a postcard from mom and dad in L.A. 'Having a blast hope everything is going well for you, Kristen. Will be returning home in about three weeks…' Well at least I could make my parents happy…" Kristen threw out the junk and the job offers. She already had a job but knew that no matter where she would go it would always be the same: long hours, doing five other peoples' jobs, not getting nearly the enough funding that is needed, and having an ass for a boss.

Walking over to her answering machine, Kristen saw she had three new messages. She pushed the button and listened as she went to her closet and changed out of her lab coat and into the only thing she had clean: a black long sleeve shirt and pants.

"Thursday 12:43 am… Miss. Russell this is Mathew. I need you to fill in for me on Monday. I got tickets to a Lakers game and got a hot lady to come with me… no way am I going to miss it. I'm sure you won't mind. Anyway, later. Beep"

Kristen just scowled. Once again she's filling in for that piece of shit and like always she will get no credit or recognition for it. He'll get the bonus and the raise… "Then again, maybe that's a good thing," thought Kristen as she looked into her study and looked at her walls covered in awards and certificates of her achievements in genetics.

The machine then went to the next message, "Thursday 1:56 pm… This is Joe long time-no-see. Kris, I know you must be busy. Just thought I would let you know that grandma is planning a family reunion and I was hoping you would come, just so I can see you… I know you're still mad at…well…almost everyone in the family but… Well anyway, give me a call back when you can, even if you say no, I'd still love to talk to you, bye cousin. Beep"

After she finished changing Kristen leaned against the wall and remembered that day five years ago when she was practically exiled from her family…

April 12 age 18

Kristen was in a chair waiting for her grandmother to tell her this big news she had for her. "Ah! Here they are. Now Kristen, I have talked with the Deans of the finest Engineering school and Psychoanalyst school, and both are willing to take you. I just need to know what career you have decided on."

She then handed two folders to Kristen. Kristen looked at the folders and set them on a near by table as she said, "You don't have to worry grandma, I already got accepted into the school I wanted."

"Oh that's ok, but these are the best in their fields. I already said I would take care of your tuition."

Kristen clenched her fist in frustration and asked, "Grandma, did it ever cross your mind that I did not want to go into those fields? Haven't we talked about this for the past two years?"

Her grandmother just laughed. "You're a Russell and Russell's are only known for their work in therapy and engineering. What other type of career could you possibly be thinking of?"

Kristen stood up and stated, "I want to go into genetics. I want to help people, even though humanity has treated me like scum, and, more or less, they should get what they deserve. However, the very least I can do is something that I feel good about."

Her grandmother just shook her head and placed a hand on Kristen's shoulder and gently explained, "Dear, you need to toss that fantasy away and understand that this is what you are meant for. Not something that would seem like fun."

"FUN?! Genetics is a serious field that is taken VERY seriously. This is not just something that I think would be fun! Damn it, why can't you accept that I don't want to be like the rest of this god forsaken family?" Kristen furiously shouted as she glared at her grandmother.

The old woman took a few steps back after hearing Kristen's outburst.

Kristen then picked up the folders and said, "You, and most of this family, have always looked down on me well…" She tossed the folders in the nearest trash bin. "I don't care anymore! This is my life, not yours! That means I should be able to do as I want with it." Her grandmother glared at her and said, "You're just throwing your life away." In response, Kristen then walked to the door and slammed it after her.

Back in the present Kristen shook her head and waited for the last message.

"Friday 1:21 pm… Hay Kris, this is Kay. I heard you got some time off, so I'm going to come over at about 6. I'm going to take you to a club or something. And no I'm too shy or they will all hate me crap I'll drag you there if I have to! I'm gonna hook ya up with someone, and not like last time. I swear I didn't know that the guy was gay. If I'd have known, I'd have been all over him! Anyway see you soon. Beep"

Kristen chuckled as she thought about him. She and Kay had been friends all the way back in grade school. He was always the social butterfly and had gotten more so after the surgery that she preformed on him about two years ago. Just then, Kristen heard something crash in her study. Kristen went to see what broke and found that her Nobel Prize had fallen off the table and her scrap book with all of the articles about her achievements was lying on the floor. As Kristen picked them up she was jumped from behind by an unknown assailant. All she could tell was that the guy must be some body builder. He had one arm around her waist and the other was holding a cloth over her mouth and nose. Knowing that this was a male and, at this point, her feet were no longer on the ground, she swiftly kicked him in his pride and joy. As he screamed in agony, his grip loosened and Kristen was able to get out of his grasp. Kristen ran for the door but quickly turned around to get a look at her attacker. She was right: he was very muscular. He wore a black shirt, black camouflage pants and a red bray. "I must be loosing my mind. That or this is some sick joke from Kay." Kristen said to herself as she thought he looked just like Jack Krauser from Resident Evil 4.

Kristen then heard the phone and ran for it. She answered and heard Kay say, "Hey Kris! You are home? Duh. Listen." Kristen cut him off and said frantically, "Kay if this some kind of sick joke it's not fucking funny."

"Whoa Kris calm down! What are you talking about?"

At this point, Kristen could hear her attacker getting up and he did not sound very happy. Realizing this was not a joke she yelled, "Kay I got some lunatic here attacking me! Call 91…" Then the line was cut. She saw that the Krauser impersonator holding the cut phone line. Kristen dropped the phone and looked at him and said sternly, "What do you want?"

"I gotta say you have a lot of nerve to attack me and think you have the audacity to talk to me like I was some average person."

"No, I got that you're not normal. I mean who in there right mind would dress up as a character from a video game? Well, other then a complete idiot...or Kay."

"I have no idea what you're talking about, but this is not a game." Krauser pulled out a flash grenade. The next thing Kristen saw was a blinding light. As she tried to recover her vision, she felt a sharp pain to the back of her head and then she couldn't see anything. As she lost conscious she said, "Bastard."