Authors Notes: Hello my name's Anni. Just so we are all clear for all intense and purposes, I DO NOT OWN CAPCOM's characters. This is a fan fiction. Why else would we have this website? This story takes place after Resident Evil 4, one month after Resident Evil Revelations before, Resident Evil 5. Kay so I wrote this story a long time ago! I had no idea where this story was going and I had to stop writing because I did not know what to do to make it better. After watching varies anime and playing the Resident Evil series over and over, I feel like I have almost become apart of the story. Which explains the Original Characters. (OCs) Positive and Negative feedback is welcomed. Please correct me if I make any grammatical errors or spelling errors, I am typing this all on my iPhone 4. All I can truly hope for is that you enjoy this story. Well here I go!

04/10/2015 Update: Hey everyone. Just doing some updates throughout this story and I might do some rewording and rephrasing throughout this story's chapters and others stories on FanFiction. Thanks for your comments and feedback!

Chapter 1

They had found me a couple months ago. Things were far from normal... so different too and I struggled with that comfort and discomfort. My friends have never heard from me to much restrictions, set by the BSAA, and Chris, not that I have many. My dad with my mother in a car crash, I never met them in the real world and all I have is Chris and Claire. All I can remember was how I got out, now I'm here. Before, I was trapped by a man sunglasses his glaze, his on me felt humiliating and sticking but now I was here, fighting. The only thing I really had that was normal, was my brother and sister. At least, that is what I thought...

2005. Somewhere on the outskirts of a Wilpharma Building. Harvardville, NJ.

Chris Redfield.

We were given direct orders to investigate Wilpharma laboratory in lower levels of their main building. The government had finished it's crappy cover up and search. Which means the BSAA authorization of the premises was strictly limiting the FBI's investigation Until the federal troops came in and took over. Then Terrasave came for the victims and families before the new leading pharmaceutical enterprise, Tricell gets to take a look inside, we the BSAA, Jill and I are finally allowed in. Ever since Claire made it out safety the BSAA and Terrasave worked hard to put the clean up of this event into the hands of it's citizens, something the government missed back in Raccoon City. Such a scene was surreal, to think year's ago I left my small town apartment in Raccoon City with only a small bag, was the only thing to my name. Society has come far since then. However, Tricell's employees stood around the barriers of the quarantine waiting to cover up ex-Umbrella employees mistakes. Figures.

Wilpharma had been shut down by the government. Yet before the government could act, Wilpharama's stock crashed in the market yesterday. Quarentine procedures have been placed by the higher ups. Thanks to Quint we discovered that there was another level far below under the fire described in Leon's report to the BSAA. I never expected anything like this. Then again I should learn to expect the unexpected. The BSAA attracts so much media attention, at least from the conflicts we resolve, but I had this feeling before I went into the Wilpharama's building, something different was going to be discovered in Wilpharma's headquarters.

Jill and I had accessed a room with people in test tubes. Most were dead. But only one had a full healthy looking human in it. At the very end of the long hall near some computers. A young girl, with long brown hair in a white gown floating inside a tube. It reminded me of Alfred Ashford, when I had found him in Alexia's incubation tube. Maybe that's what this was. But how could a child be mixed into all this mess?

"HQ, we found an unidentified girl in a glass tube." I stated. Then I remembered Alfred's dead body plopping to the floor. I sight I might see with this girl.

"Identify the body and I'll see if we can return a body to her family." A man from HQ stated.

"I am not sure if she's dead, sir." Jill said, she search the circumference of her tube. There was a computer to her left. Her hair was floating around her face, shielding her innocence. "She's in a tube filled with water. Most likely she could have drowned in there. But she's attached to some wires and breathing monitors. The oxygen tanks still have some air left."

"Is she infected? If she is take her out. We cannot risk any infectees to leave the facility."

We nodded and moved away from the girl and checked the room. "The computers are all destroyed. It seems the empty all the data too. Must be from the incineration." Jill stated, trying to turn on some computers to free the young girl from her incubation chamber and or slumber.

I looked at around the room for some buttons. I saw a red one that stated 'Release' above it. I pushed it, not assuming anything of it.

Nothing.

I sighed. "Urgh, what's it take to get a little power running in here? We're gonna have to do this the old fashion way." Jill looked to me then pointed her gun at the young girl.

I took the bottom half of my machine gun and smashed it into the glass that held the young girl. The glass shattered, letting the water pool to the floor soaking our shoes.

The young girl had fallen forward into my arms. I had heard her faintly breathing. She coughed some water up to her side. I wiped her hair from her face to make eye contact. She silently glanced around and moved my hands away from her. Gathering herself, she lifted herself and weakly stood on her ankles, finally rolling to her feet. She stumbled.

"She is alive." I muttered, placing her on the floor to sit as she tried to stand.

Her eyes softly fluttered open and looked me in the face. Familiar features and blue eyes had stared me in the face. Like a younger version of... Claire?

"Chris?" The girl croaked. I froze. How does she know my name!? The girl fainted.

The BSAA searched the reports collected from Wilpharma. We searched for anything about the young girl and recovered some files about her, thanks to Quint Cetcham. The girl was born on September 4, 1990. She was combined with the T and G-Virus from birth. Her body never rejected the virus. The virus bonded and enhanced as she grew in age. The virus keeps her looking young and gave her regenerating powers. At eight years old, she was removed from Umbrella's secret laboratory under the Racoon City's streets also known as the Chemical Plant before the cannibal murders and before the viral outbreak in Raccoon City by Albert Wesker himself. She was then experimented on there in Harvardville. She was being monitored by Wilpharama scientists to see how well the virus had adapted and her immunity to the virus. Wesker had fled before Wilpharama had fallen this had left us with disclosed and corrupt files. It turns out her name was Anna-Margaret Redfield, according to some of these files, these files never stated how though. That was all Quint was able to find out. She was now, technically, my youngest sister. I had never met her before in my life. She seems to know me. Remember me. She swears it. It was so strange. When she awoke in the hospital bed, she woke up with violent screams and pushes. We assumed she was tortured, but eventually the BSAA agents and I realized she was in shock from being poked and proddled for so long, needles, machines and anything medical scared the hell out of her. Albert Wesker must have treated her like Lisa Trevor and Jessica Trevor..

What stunned me more was that she was hard to understand. She was strong, as those big blue eyes stared back at me as she introduced herself, spoke to me and was a proper young lady. And right now all I could be was confused by everything she knew and every secret behind my adorable young sibling.

BSAA Medical Facility.

"So how do you know who I am?" I asked the young girl. We were in a hospital-like prison cell. She was tied to the bed with straps by suspension of her attacking anyone since she is one of Albert's test subjects, the poor thing was screaming when she awoke in the hospital bed. She had to be given tranquilizers to relax, we assumed she was in fear of being the tube again.

"Like I had told them! You are my brother! We played a lot together until our parents died in a car accident. Then you had to work and take care of me and Claire. You decided to go to the Air Force and then you were dismissed for disobeying orders. After that you resorted to becoming a S.T.A.R.S. member in Raccoon City. You have to know who I am. I'm your youngest sister!" The girl's high pitched voice yelled. She was a good actress, Albert must have tortured her to saw those things, he must of read her my file.

"But.. I don't."

"I'm so confused. How can I know so much and you not know!?"

I breathed in and said,"Well Anna-Margaret... "

"Stop calling me that!" She interjected. "You and Claire have always caused me Anni because you didn't like my real name and had wanted to name me that."

"Annie." I slowly began. She reminded me of Claire her shouting at me, like when she did after our parents died and I emptied the alcohol cabinet.

"It's also without the E." She was stubborn, like Claire and I, always having to correct people on how they address us.

"Oh yeah we must be related, you have our stubbornness." I half-laughed and half-joked. It could just be a coincidence, she could be someone would just looks like Claire and I.

"Who are you calling stubborn!? Says the brother who can't remember a thing!" She shouted. She reminded me of Claire and I fighting growing up.

I sat quietly and just stared at my sister. Her glare was anger, that of a fiery go-ahead Claire and I can be. The door flung open, it was Rebecca Chambers.

"Chris! I have the results!" Shouted Rebecca.

"W-what results? Am not sick am I?" The blue eyed brunette asked innocently.

"No, it's a DNA test..." I mumbled, looking to Rebecca.

"Say what now?" Anni asked.

"Chris. Anna-Margaret speaks the truth. You are family." Rebecca said, showing me the file. She moved closer to me while Anni spoke out loud to herself. The last thing I heard was, 'You need a DNA test to prove I'm not lying? How rude.'

"Chris the results are halfed." Rebecca whispered. I looked to the file, Rebecca circled many of the similar dots I shared with Anni.

"What does this all mean..?" I whispered slowly. The shock was enough to make me fall out if my chair.

"The similarities which are the circled dots show the similarities in DNA. Thanks to the mitochondrial swab from Anni and yours, you share the same strain of mitochondria, which means you share the same mother." Rebecca whispered. "That's when curiosity got the better of me. I checked the DNA on Anni. Do you remeber that criminal DNA database that came out a few months ago? Chris..."

Rebecca's words brought me to a tongue twisting halt.

"Jesus, why is it so cold in here in the middle of August?" Anni mumbled, rubbing her arms.

I looked out to Anni. "What did you say?"

"Why is it so cold in here? Isn't it August 28th?"

Then I realized something.

"Anni?" I asked. She looked me in the face. "What year is it?"

"1998."

Anna-Margaret Redfield

Ever since then, I realized that something had happened to me. All my memories were up to 1998, when Raccoon City had occurred. Then waking up seven years later, in the BSAA's medical facilty being questioned and cross examined as a criminal. I had to figure out what had happened to me. In doing so, I swore to fight along side the Bioterrorism Security Assessment Alliance, in the hopes of finally finding out what had happened to me.

May 7th, 2005. Jefferson High School. New York City, New York.

I walked into my classroom, my stomach pitting in my throat ready fall out my mouth. I gulped. Quickly, I paced myself into my seat as the bell for seventh period began.

Mr. Carter asked. "Alright class, let's begin today with our oral presentations."

Public Speaking, something I never could avoid. Chris said it would be great practice for when joining the BSAA and addressing the media. He was right but, in high school in classes are where people judge you for who you are was sickening, cruel to take and listen to. Even though being top of my class, public speaking was the weakest point for me, an A instead of A plus. Then again, maybe public speaking was all the worse experience for all teenagers. This was everyone's most common fear within the class. Chris would always say, 'Our weakness's make us stronger.' He would told me this when I fell off my bike and dislocated my knee. I smiled at his comforting words. Even if some of the memories of him never happened.

Life has changed since I was found under Wilpharma's headquarters. I remember being sent into a helicopter and transferred to the hospital in the BSAA New York headquarters. When I had 'returned' to real civilization, it was a tough adjustment. From the newfound technology, to the slang and styles within American culture it was tough to really come to terms with 2005. Even my brother's 'new' job was hard to take in. My brother and the other S.T.A.R.S. Members helped founded the BSAA shortly after the fall of Umberella. Their fight was against Bioterrorism, a new word created with the world's newfound terrors. 9/11 was bad enough, but zombies rising from their graves, was just too much to handle in my own young thoughts. Then I met Claire this time in person, the real her, who had Claire earned her degree and joined Terrasave, a non-government funded organization that supports the help of victims in viral outbreaks and rebuilding of home effect by bio-organic weapons. I was surprised to hear about Claire's choice at first, but after meeting her in person it was like waking up from a bad dream. My sister had grown into a completely different person then the memories I was given.

The world I had now entered and missed out on, was far from what I had imagined it was still dangerous but safe as I wander the streets of New York. I had heard about Raccoon City from many of the BSAA operatives that I asked. I read as often as possible to become informed, politically, logically and chronologically as possible. My own life was built around these events, I was born into it and it certainly would never end unless I took a stand for myself. While working here in the BSAA, I was finally getting my answers that I needed and some results I had wanted, to make the world a better place from this virus.

"Anni." Mr. Carter said. I did not listen nor could I hear.

Just then Mr. Carter, called my name again and pointed to me and made me address the class. I stood up from my chair and faced everyone. I spoke softly and watched the popular girls in my school, gossip about me. Names like, freak, and dork spoke between the two self-absorbed girls, Polly Presswood and Kelly Kissinger. I felt my hands become fists and heat slowly begin to collect within my fists. The wind outside the classroom's windows began to shake. They became more violent as I tried to relax. I took a breath in and tried to breathe out, I stopped speaking, unable to breathe, regardless of the breath I had just taken. No. I thought. The windows shattered toward the class and screams could be heard from inside the classroom. I looked towards everyone, covered in glass scared, I had remained unscathed from the glass and did not even shed one ounce of fear. I was a freak, to them, to society and those girls were right. Negative thoughts swirled in my mind and I found myself becoming nervous. The whole room filled with thoughts about what had occurred was making me even more nervous. Thoughts like, 'Is she all right?', 'What happened?' or 'She looks like she's gonna hurl.' I felt it coming, I was unsure what to do. I wasn't going to hurl, I was about to cough up blood and I rather not go to the nurse's office and get sent home because of the T-Virus, again, but I knew O'Brian would be so pissed. Plus, I had to protect myself, even if it was just teenagers.

I looked towards everyone, the giant mess I had created and took off my glasses revealing my beautiful deep, crystal, blue eyes. Then I realized, it was time to make a break for it. Everyone commented on how I remained frozen my place. Then I ran for the door, quickly snatching my bag and as I ditched out of the classroom. I could hear Mr. Carter stand up and shout, "Wait!" I threw the door open making a loud bang as it had hit the wall. I ran into the hall, I cough up some blood into my hand. I heard everyone inside cheer for me, because most students did not wish to be in the school anyway. I ran passed security, several teachers, passed the front desk and out the door. I ran as fast as I could hoping I was not being followed by the schools security or the police. Last time I had ditched school for the day, the police caught me and brought me back to the school. Thankfully, my brother pulled a few strings and got me community service instead of a suspension from the school. Now I was looking at the possibility of being expelled. Much less expected from the top student.

Chris Redfield. BSAA HQ, New York City, NY.

Files and files was all I was searching through as I sat in my cuticle. Most consisted of the events from the Mediterranean Sea. We were tying down loose ends still several months later, ensuring we, as field operatives, did not miss any information that could lead to more leads on any ex-umbrella employees; any unanswered questions that could be answered and written our reports on these events. I sighed heavily as I picked up another file when my phone began to ring. I searched through my pockets and through the piles on my desk to find where the sound was coming from. I answered the phone.

"Hello?" I said into my cell phone.

"Hello this is Jefferson High School, calling you to inform you that your child, Anna-Margaret Redfield has left schoolgrounds. Upon her arrival back to school tomorrow she will receive punishment as seen fit by the Principal."

"She did, WHAT?" I yelled.

The quiet office turned to face me, taken back by my sudden burst of anger. I was pretty, ticked off to find my baby sister had ditched school yet again. Anni was so dead. So grounded.

Anni Redfield.

Central Park, NY.

I decided to go to the park, the best place in the whole wide word. Plus, I couldn't go straight to headquarters, the police were probably searching for me by now. My brother would be angry with me, maybe he has gotten the call from the school.

"Miss Redfield's behavior is unacceptable here and were are calling to tell you of her explosion." I mumbled to myself as I climbed over some of railing along the walkway. I didn't want Chris to yell at me, especially now, he was up to his eyeballs in paper work and reports of suspicious activity washing up from the Mediterranean Sea where the city Terragrigia used to float. Apparently new leads are being discovered, the BSAA's European branch claimed the terrorist first, but as American's our noses have to be up all of foreign countries passes but our own. Figures, with the United Nations funding the BSAA. But that day when Terragrigia went down was just a sour reminder of Raccoon City. Maybe at some point, any terror groups such as, Veltro will be brought to justice or the Federal Bioterrorism Commission (FBC) will, since it's shut down months ago do to the affilation with Veltro. Since the investagtion of Terragria by the BSAA, Morgan Lansdale has since then vowed a silence, refusing to assist the BSAA with any necessary leads despite plea bargains. The bargains involved a possibility of parole when he finishes his fifty years in Federal Prison. But now, I could not bring myself to just face my brother which was the equalvant as Morgan coming clean about his connections for the Terragria Panic. Therefore as my own personal form of punishment and strength building, I decided to climb the watertower until I was ready for the confrontation. I had walked through the subway and into Central Park and in order to grab my climbing gear. I smiled everytime I went to grab my gear because the bag was cleverly hidden by the camouflage design on the bag which rested in the center of a bush. Surpirsingly, no one searches the bushes near the watertower, in fact it was not even come by to check on the water tower itself. Which made the water tower a great place to hide my gear and decrease the risk of a bomb scare. Which was a little too common in New York City.

I looked up at the watertower descending from the ground a good 200 feet in the air. Using my climbing gear I realized, I have only made it about 30 feet high. Sadly, I wished I could reach the top, to achieve my goal, the light at the end of this tunnel. I put my climbing gear on and started to climb up the water tower, reaching, grabbing, swing and finally I reaching 30 feet. I stared at how far I was from reaching my goal. I sighed and I reached for the next handle bar, I was so close I could feel myself about to touch it. I returned to my first position. I looked at the bar then up towards the top of the tower. I gulped.

"1." I said.

"2," I stated.

"3." I yelped, as I swung my body across like a rag doll. I reached for the handle bar. I grabbed it and held on tight forcing myself to look down. My muscles ached and jerked as I pulled myself to a safe position. I shook my head and returned my grasp. I climbed up onto the handle bar and held tightly onto a pump that held and drained water. I hooked my gear onto the bar and I took out my chalk I wrote on the side, 'Anni 5/7/05'

Yep, May 7th, 2005. Just like any other day, ditching school to climb the water tower and to go back to the office to be yelled at by Chris. To the reading paperwork involving BOWs, fellow agents and interesting tactical trainning. I gulped as I remeber yesterday, getting the rudest and cockest of the FBC newbies and transfers. Many of them could hold a weapon, which should be the easiest part, however teaching them CQC, hand to hand and teamwork was just difficult. Shoving that thought in the back of mind, I thought to myself. I began to think back to the week Chris had found me.

Chris and I were inseparable that entire day, he took me out to lunch and then to get me an entire closet of clothes. It was then he took me to my now, home where he gave me a tour of the house and finally my room. Then I remebered the next day he woke me up early, made me pancakes and took me with him to the BSAA. Where I was questioned more and given several documents and tests...

I jerked upward when I heard my PDA began ring. At the sound of the ringing, I cause myself to slip right off the handle bar. My braces that protected me from falling, failed. I heard the first one break and I felt myself panic. I heard a second one break, a third, forth, then fifth and so on. I would not be able to stop myself in time, thus, hearing the last one break, my phone still stood ringing. The sixteenth brace that I had placed, held me up I look towards the ground for I was floating a good 5 feet from the ground. I reached from my phone, hitting my back wall.

Ouch! I thought. I looked at the caller I.D; Chris. Oh no. A thought came into effect. I gulped down the pain in my back and answered innocently, "Hello, favorite brother."

"Anni! Where the hell are you?!" Chris screamed into the phone, I could tell he was angry, I had promised him not to disappear and ditch school grounds again, but that promise made, now completely, broken. What was worse was that a Redfield never break promises, but sadly, I've been the only Redfield to discourage that rule.

"Nowhere." I lied, looking up at my rope. The rope was bouncing due to my weight, stretching to compensate the sudden drop. I sighed, quietly feeling my harness tighten around my legs.

"Tell me where you are. I'll pick you up!" He said, losing anger in his voice, softening. He was calming himself. But, also lightly returning to his soldier like state, almost business professional, it made him sound even more of a musclehead. I could heard him pacing down one of the halls of the BSAA, he was most likely heading to his car. Determined to drive into the streets of New York City in search for me. Poor man would be looking around in all the wrong places.

"Like, you'd need to know." I said, raising an eyebrow.

Chris growled angrily, "Anni as long as you are seventeen years old and under the age of eighteen, the legal age of an adult, living under my home, under my roof, you will tell me when and where and who you are with! So help me, kiddo I'll-"

"Look, I'm fine. Don't give yourself a heart attack, old man!" I shouted, ignoring his threats.

"Okay." He said, finally returning to his normal voice and ignoring my rude comment. See? When Chris is like this, you could start a fire and Chris wouldn't be so harsh, as long as you have an extingisher handy... But I didn't want to take advantage of my brother. "Why don't you come to work and you telling me what happened, ya? We'll save punishments for later."

"Okay, I'll be right down."

"Down?" He echoed. Now I could tell he was getting to more himself again. Chris, has never liked me climbing. Not since the last mission when I had fallen and blew my cover trying to catch a terrorist from Veltro supporter for questioning. I landed right on his back, breaking it, I was fine, however I killed the person we needed for questioning. Therefore as punishment the BSAA suggested I train newbies for now, but really it was for my failure in my first mission. I remember Chris staying with me and waited on me hand and foot, worried I hurt my back, when really I was fine... just fine...

"Over!" I corrected myself, "You know what I mean." I had a very faint laugh.

"Get here soon, I don't want you to get into anymore trouble. School called, said you broke windows."

I mumbled, "I'd rather not talk about that. See you soon." I hung up and sighed to myself.

"He won't find out about our secret." I muttered to my climbing gear, but more to myself. I looked down at my legs feeling a small amount of pain. Blood... I had scraped my leg on the rail as I fell. I sighed. I looked to my leg and watched my regeneration powers heal my leg, the pain stung but the pain subsided quickly. I frowned, feeling that I wouldnever truly be able to control my own powers. When I was in school and broke those windows... I did not do it intentally. To make things worse, getting cuts and scrapes were horrifying. When I was in my chemistry class and accidently cut my finger, my body quickly healed. My lab partner witnessed the cut heal and tried telling someone. I remember sneaking a ground spice into his water the next day, so that the spice would make him sick and forget what he had seen. Thankfully no one believed him, especially since I practically poisoned him.

I untied my hair from my bun, combing my fingers through hair gently from the knots induced by the messy bun. I quietly walked into the BSAA North American Headquarters, Special Operations Agents office. Taking my chances and reading everyone's thoughts I could see them saying hello to a new guy. I scowled, then flipped my hair over my back letting it cascade down my tan BSAA jacket.

"Ah. There you are, Anni." Chris said, with a serious look on his face. He was still pissed at me.

Christopher Lawrence Redfield, is my older brother. Chris is twenty-six years old. He has the personality of a perfect older brother, he is strong, protective and sometimes does not make the wisest decisions for his age, but he gives all his effort to be as successful as he can be. He has dark brown hair, pale eyes and he was currently six-foot one.

"So what this whole circle for?" I huffed.

"We are introducing some of the new rookies. They are all for you, to teach them." Parker had stated fixing his glove. Parker Luciani had long brown hair that stopped at neck and was combed back an gelled down so it would not be such a mess. His eyes were dark brown and had a very prominent body structure due to him and Chris' endless gym visits. Sometimes their egos got the better of them. He was sitting in his chair with his still injured leg. I was glad his leg was steadily in recovery. He had broken his leg on the fall from boat sinking in the Mediterranean Sea with Chris and Jill. I remember Jill was so relieved when Parker washed up on shore, she jumped into Parker's arms it made Chris so jealous. As long as they made it back in one piece, that was all that mattered at the moment.

The men roughly about six feet tall and appeared to be in their twenties. Most of them were ex-military or had studied to become cops and found this a more appropriate job. The first man was Andy Walker. He had short black military cut hair. He had wide shoulders due to his extensive working out in training for the military but also for the next man was Carl Alfonso, a shorter version of Andy. He had brown eyes and military like short brown hair. He stood as if he was waiting for orders, military like. He wore his dog tags proudly. Another ex-military man was Dave Johnson. He had a bald head and a large lower lip. He had a scar on his lip and some scratches and scars all over. When I had shook his hand I noticed his left hand had a scar of a bullet wound. An even short man stood next, Ben Airhart. He had reddish short hair. I had read he wanted to become a cop, but after an outbreak on the outskirts of Russia where his parents were killed, he turned towards the B.S.A.A.'s goal to fight Bio-terrorism. The next man, had short brown spiked up hair. Peachy skin, green eyes and green scarf around his neck. The man with the green eyes extended his hand out to greet me. "Hi. I'm Piers Nivans."

"Hey guys!" One woman had shouted from the hall. "O'Brian is quitting the B.S.A.A.!"

What the fuck is going on? I thought.

Author's Notes: I have some much more to write! Ahhh! As for it so far what do you think? Should I change my title? I really like it so far. I tried to stay in the Resident Evil timeline as best as I could and to be as accurate as possible for years and ages. What are you're thoughts about my original character? Piers joins the B.S.A.A. in 2005!? How fun :3 What was your reaction to O'Brian stepping up for his actions after Resident Evil Revelations? Will Chris and Jill possibly go after Jessica? (And Raymond maybe?) Read & Review! On to Chapter 2!