The world slowed, objects moving past my face every minute. Fires raged through the house and a Tank slowly crashed through the wall.

Being only 3, I had no idea something so scary could exist. I screamed in terror, my mother's name. Tears strode down my small, fragile face in rivers, dropping from my chin to my slippered feet. My CareBear PJ's were bunched up and dirty, my face covered with blood and dirt. My scorched from touching the fire.

I ran to the corner, by the couch, with then tank slowly coming towards me, making weird grunting noises.

A shadowed figure emerged from the hole in the wall and a blue light eluminated the room. A second after the light disappeared, the tank fell. Dead.

The figure approached and came out of the shadows. A man. A man in his mid 30's in a suit with unglasses. His hair black and his skin pale white. He was dressed quite formal, and stuck out.

I squirmed when he tried to pick me up. HIs hands outreached once more, when I slapped him right in the face. A red mark was visable on his skin, his features betrayed a look of shock.

"No picking me up. Mommy said to not let strangers around me. No," My little voice said right to his face.

He regained his control in his motions and ignored my comment. He proceeded to try and pick me up. I screamed my mom's name again. He froze.

"Say it again, girl," He spoke for the first time, his voice low and deep, his teeth almost perfectly white.

"Annabelle!" I screamed again, waving my arms, hoping I would hit the man again.

"Come here, I know your mother. I said come here, girl!" He shouted. I flinched more into my corner.

Me muttered to himself, "Note to self, do not raise voice with small children."

He put his hand in his pocket, rustling it around, until he pulled a piece of crumpled paper out of his pocket. He asked me, "Are you Sidney?" I nodded, "Good, i was thinking I got the wrong house. I'm going to read this to you now, do not hit me again," Then he proceeded to read,

"Albert Wesker,

I hope this does reach you. I sent this note with one of your creatures. I have a bad feeling something bad ill happen. I might be dead when you read this. I have to tell you about someone. My daughter, Albert, your daughter. I was pregnant when you went back to doing your busniess, or what ever it is you do. She's beautiful Albert, She has black hair like you and your pale skin. She has my eyes and my curls. There is one thing I really need you to do for me, Wesker. When you get this, come and get her. Keep her safe for me, for it seems I have failed. Her name is Sidney. Goodbye, forever.

Sincerely,

Annabelle." He finished.

We both stared at eachother, the word still flaming and burning. Wesker's arms opened wide, beckoning me to him, promising me and my mommy, my safety. I ran into them and spoke only one word, "Daddy." WHen the word was spoken, my eyes changed. From normal, to cat-like. The color of lilacs.

I. AM. ALBERT. WESKERS. DAUGHTER.