All characters and places in this story are the ideas of Capcom, except for
Christopher Ashford (Yes, another Chris in Resident Evil. It is a small
world after all). Christopher Ashford and the plotline behind this story
are my ideas.
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1985, May 24th. Somewhere on Rockfort Island...
"Alexia! What are you doing?"
14 year old Alfred Ashford yelled out to Alexia from the airport bridge. Alexia was looking over the railing near the lift controls. She was looking at something that was floating above the water. Alexia looked up at Alfred and pointed to it.
"Brother! It looks like there's something in that!"
"It's probably a piece of garbage, Alexia! You don't know where it's been!"
"It looks much more important than trash. Come down here and help me retrieve it!"
Alfred shook his head. He didn't know why his twin sister was so interested in some floating garbage. He would go down there, retrieve it, and show her that it was garbage. Only garbage. He headed into the control room, lowered the bridge, and took the little lift down to the first floor. He saw some of the Umbrella workers and smirked.
"Hmph. What a bunch of inferior beings. One day, Alexia and I will conquer the world."
Alfred thought as he crossed the bridge and to Alexia. Alexia was already lowering the little airplane lift to as far as it would go towards the water. Alfred looked over the edge.
"Brother, hand me that rope."
Alfred looked around. A coil of rope sat on a crate. He grabbed it and threw it down to Alexia. Alexia looked back at the object. It appeared to be a box of some sort. She managed to get the rope around it and lift it up. Alfred raised the lift as soon as Alexia held the object in her hands.
"What is it, Alexia?"
Alexia gasped as she opened the box. Alfred became puzzled as he walked over to her and looked in the box. Alfred also gasped.
"What's an infant baby boy doing in the middle of the ocean?!"
Alexia said as she took off her cloak and wrapped it around the shivering baby. The baby appeared to be of Orient descent. Alfred looked disgusted as Alexia cradled the little infant in her arms.
"Alexia! You don't know where that...that thing has been! It's not clean enough for you to touch!"
"Have you no heart, brother? It's only an infant. After all, we can raise him bring to bring back honor to the Ashford name."
"Him? But he's not even our blood!"
"Hush! You're making the baby cry!"
Alfred sighed. There was no changing her mind. She obviously became attached to this baby. Alfred thought for a moment. Maybe this baby can help them honor the Ashford name. Even if the baby was not of their blood, it could work.
"I'm going to name this baby...Christopher...Christopher Ashford."
Alexia said as she got up and walked away with the baby. Alfred stood there and sighed once more. At least this baby was not born of his incompitent father, Alexander. Alfred looked at the box, and kicked it into the water.
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1985, May 24th. Somewhere on Rockfort Island...
"Alexia! What are you doing?"
14 year old Alfred Ashford yelled out to Alexia from the airport bridge. Alexia was looking over the railing near the lift controls. She was looking at something that was floating above the water. Alexia looked up at Alfred and pointed to it.
"Brother! It looks like there's something in that!"
"It's probably a piece of garbage, Alexia! You don't know where it's been!"
"It looks much more important than trash. Come down here and help me retrieve it!"
Alfred shook his head. He didn't know why his twin sister was so interested in some floating garbage. He would go down there, retrieve it, and show her that it was garbage. Only garbage. He headed into the control room, lowered the bridge, and took the little lift down to the first floor. He saw some of the Umbrella workers and smirked.
"Hmph. What a bunch of inferior beings. One day, Alexia and I will conquer the world."
Alfred thought as he crossed the bridge and to Alexia. Alexia was already lowering the little airplane lift to as far as it would go towards the water. Alfred looked over the edge.
"Brother, hand me that rope."
Alfred looked around. A coil of rope sat on a crate. He grabbed it and threw it down to Alexia. Alexia looked back at the object. It appeared to be a box of some sort. She managed to get the rope around it and lift it up. Alfred raised the lift as soon as Alexia held the object in her hands.
"What is it, Alexia?"
Alexia gasped as she opened the box. Alfred became puzzled as he walked over to her and looked in the box. Alfred also gasped.
"What's an infant baby boy doing in the middle of the ocean?!"
Alexia said as she took off her cloak and wrapped it around the shivering baby. The baby appeared to be of Orient descent. Alfred looked disgusted as Alexia cradled the little infant in her arms.
"Alexia! You don't know where that...that thing has been! It's not clean enough for you to touch!"
"Have you no heart, brother? It's only an infant. After all, we can raise him bring to bring back honor to the Ashford name."
"Him? But he's not even our blood!"
"Hush! You're making the baby cry!"
Alfred sighed. There was no changing her mind. She obviously became attached to this baby. Alfred thought for a moment. Maybe this baby can help them honor the Ashford name. Even if the baby was not of their blood, it could work.
"I'm going to name this baby...Christopher...Christopher Ashford."
Alexia said as she got up and walked away with the baby. Alfred stood there and sighed once more. At least this baby was not born of his incompitent father, Alexander. Alfred looked at the box, and kicked it into the water.
