Author:

Hello. I had an idea recently and this is what sprouted from it. I will try to keep this section as brief as I can. If you have any questions feel free to ask them so that they can be understood. I don't want to confuse anyone. That's not my goal, though a bit of it is fun here and there, haha.

Disclaimer:

Capcom owns Resident Evil. I just own parts of this fic and Catalina to an extent (You'll understand what I mean by 'to an extent' later on). I give Capcom full credit for Rockfort Island, Wesker, Claire, Chris and everything and everyone they created. That's their idea, but I just twisted it a little for fun.~

Pronunciation:

Catalina [Cat-uh-lean-nuh] Voronix [Vour-on-icks].

Lastly:

I hope that you enjoy this as much as I love working on it. Short, but sweet. I will rarely be doing Author's Notes at the bottom like I usually would.

"Look.. I don't have time to explain the situation. They're coming.. and I can't stop them. I can't really even delay them. All you need to understand is that everything you once knew.. will be valuable. Everything you've seen and heard.. will mean a lot. Everything you've been through.. is now important. All those you held dear to you.. are long gone. Your life.. is about to become chaotic. There's no stopping it. Hell, the only thing that you can do is go with it, follow the tide and hope that once it's over.. you can pick up the pieces."

Frantic were the spoken words, a crackle of static filling the air as the video feed flickered momentarily. It was a camcorder and it was resting on a wooden table. Hands were splayed beside it, a body bending over to watch it. Cool grey eyes never left the video.

The voice on the feed was dry, a bit dark as if insane. Wild brown hair swayed atop the man's head as he ran, though from what was unknown. His deep green eyes portrayed his defiance as he looked down at the film rolling, the lens angled at his face. "I'm about to be killed or taken away, but I need to tell you something."

The man paused, glancing wildly around him before a door knob could be heard turning and then darkness filled the screen as the door clicked shut. Blackness was the only thing on the film now, but the man's voice whispered on.

"Your name now is Catalina Voronix, but back then.. during Umbrella's days.. during the experimenting.. you were called Laura.. and you are a very important individual. Right now your memories are gone, locked away until the time is right. They're stored in Mind Slots which are similar to how dreams are. You need a push to get access to them unless you find an easier way. You need to unlock them all, even the simplest ones. I calculated around.. 137 Slots."

Shuffling noises dotted the air as the feed flickered. A flashlight was aimed at the man, his green eyes darting to his right every few seconds.

His voice spoke again softly. "You cannot allow yourself to ever be captured. People would be after you if they knew you were alive. I've left you clues to help you but you have to find them. Your Notebook.. which contained around 40 pages or so, maybe 42. I don't recall the exact amount. You have to find the pages.. but you have to unlock your first Mind Slot. Signature things from your past, something similar.. a sense of Déjà vu.. even a familiar smell.. can unlock a Slot. Video tapes are also by some of the pages. Watch them." He paused.

"Oh, and also. For important things use the name 'Albert Wesker' such as written formats. If anyone asks about it make up a lie."

The person watching the tape, Catalina, could hear voices in the background behind the speaking male. Suddenly light flooded the tape and the flashlight was quickly thrown from view as the man rose and backed away, his eyes locked beyond the recording.

"Inside this tape is something familiar to you." He whispered to the tape. "With it you will have your first Slot."

"Surrender and you will not be harmed!" A voice echoed over the tape.

"Goodbye, Laur- Catalina.." And the sound of breaking glass followed.. and then the video clicked off.

Fingers drummed on the wooden surface of the table.. and grey orbs vanished as the eyes closed for a mere second. Catalina took a deep breath, exhaling it slowly through parted lips.

"Well.. that was... interesting..." A smirk creased the lips.

Hands lifted the camcorder as they searched for an opening. They broke the duo screws that weren't all the way in and removed the thin plate at the bottom. Atop the batteries was a coin, small and silver. It was about the size of a quarter. Fingers plucked it out as they set the recorder back down onto the table.

Grey scanned silver as they saw a strange symbol on top. On the bottom was a circle with words around it. It said: Obedience Breeds Discipline, Discipline Breeds Unity, Unity Breeds Power, Power is Life. The words caused a shiver to rattle Catalina's spine.

A finger traced the symbol on the top, analyzing the way that it had many lines, the edges weren't circular and that it was even..

The finger froze at the center of the symbol, a memory flashing before the grey eyes, which closed to view it.

[Mind Slot 1 Start]

Cold winds, the soft rumble of the car engine, stark white of the building, a bundle of people.. and voices chattering like bugs. You could feel the excitement in the air. The newest one has arrived, they whispered. A car door was opened just as a young man helped out a little girl clad in all white. Her eyes were closed and the man led her to the group of people who studied her like a new specimen.

Scientist began to ask the man questions.

"Lord Spencer, do you think it will work?" One asked.

Another piped up: "Will she be ready within the week?"

The man holding the girl by the arm chuckled and replied to the questions as he heard them. "It will work. We do have one of the best medical staff around, you know. She will be ready. She was already stabilized before we brought her here."

Once the questions ended the group shuffled back into the building. This caused Spencer and the girl to stand alone on the concrete.

The older man turned his head to peer down at her, a smile flashing upon his lips, but she would not see this with her closed eyes.

"Shall we, my dear?" He asked with a proud note to his voice.

She nodded, unable to do so much as grumble.

[Mind Slot 1 End]

Catalina frowned at the memory. That had been Laura's first day at the Arklay Laboratory and the memory of it stung.

Grey eyes shifted towards the ceiling, examining the wooden beams high above that were holding up the metal sheets atop on the outside. The gaze lowered to the walls, narrowing at the foot of concrete, painted white, with some pieces of it having crumbled down into the dirty floor. On the subject of the ground the eyes lowered again, almost glaring at the dirt floor with its brown shades streaked with bits of dried grass.

This was a typical building in this area. Catalina had escaped to this place from a lab though she couldn't say which was better... The feel of the liquid swishing around Catalina had been brief but harsh with its cold texture. Brief, of course, because the glass shielding her away had been shattered with a few well placed kicks after she had awakened. Liquid began gushing out to settle on the white lab floor until at last Catalina sat shivering at the base of the tank, completely lacking clothes.

Having then ripped cords connecting to her body away she scanned for something to wear. She cleaned herself with a towel that was on a counter top. Once clean she discovered blue jean pants slightly too big, a brown belt to hold them up and a navy shirt beside grey cloth. She wrapped the cloth around her chest and lower area before sliding the big shirt on, which ended just below the belt that looped around the jean holes. She found brown boots close by which she slipped her feet into.

Then she had fled into the night to end up here, a rundown shack in the middle of some abandoned mini-city. It's paradise, which was clearly a sarcastic thought because with its end her eyes rolled.

She ran her fingers through her still-wet hair, fixing the black strands into a more decent appearance.

She hadn't really thought or she would have searched for something to eat at the lab. Her stomach growled loudly, indicating that whatever had come from the tubes would not hold her for longer.

She grabbed the coin and slid it into her jean's pocket and then her eyes flickered to the camcorder. She had no use for it but she couldn't just leave it. Someone would find it and the information on it was not only private but very important. She needed to dispose of it so she quickly grabbed it and placed it between her palms. She then crushed it, making sure that the entire device would never work again and that the memory card was reduced to glittery dust.

The remains fell to the dirt floor below and she turned towards the doorway of the shack.

It was time to move on, she knew.

Her fingers stroked the coin as she departed from the scene, easily slipping out the door to become just another shadow in the darkness of night.