A/N 1: So this is my first time writing something like this. It was supposed to be like a Alice/Carlos thing at first but then I started reading Clarice FFs, and well now I´m on that ship... I just love those two together... Uhm anyway, yeah this is my first FF and I don't have a Beta, so please bear with me.
A/N2: Now, about the story, The main idea of this FF is from The Bourne Identity, wich is a really cool movie, so I'm trying to put this two worlds together (not like a crossover), and I'll follow (slightly) both scripts (the ones from the Bourne Saga, and the ones from the Resident Evil movies). Oh and also I´ll add some parts from the games, because I just love them.
A/N3: About Clarise, ok these two are really badass girls, and I don't think the fluffy things and stuff like that should be seen at the very beginning (my opinion, don't burn me). So if you are looking for action, a little romance, a bit humor and zombies this is for you.
A/N4: I like to write in omniscient, but occasionally I'll change to a character POV (which I shall indicate). Dialog is in "". And finally: Flashbacks, dreams, thoughts on italics.
Disclaimer: I do not own ANY of these characters; Resident Evil Movies belongs to Paul. W. Anderson, the Bourne Identity to Tony Gilroy, and the R.E movies to Capcom. The only thing I own here is the mash-up thing xD
Well, enough said. (Please Rewiew? :])
I Can't Remember
Darkness.
The sound o thunder and wind along with the constant rain causes a never-ceasing fear in the hearts of even the bravest's. A stormy night in the immense ocean, and the darkness is actually water around, on an endless landscape of hazardous waves. It really is the unleashed fury of nature in one of the most remote place in the world.
A searchlight cut the darkness of the night; it is the beacon of an aging fishing trawler that sails with trouble across the heavy ocean swells. Waves up to 3 meters high rocks the ship leaving spray all over the deck, but half a dozen flashlights, with weaker beams, can be seen all over the stern in such a dark night.
Fishermen, struggling with fishing nets trying to beat the storm in such a horrendous place. One of them looks at the ocean hoping to find a hint of dawn and with it a feeling of a new day of hope but what he sees, what he really sees, is a completely different thing. First he thinks that his eyes are fooling him, there's something in the water, something that really looks like a…
"MAN ON THE WATER!"
More like a corpse.
Six pair of footsteps runs through the sticky deck, a few peer through the gangway to see if the dark and the wind have turned them mad.
"Get him out of there," shouts the captain.
Four men strongly hold the gaff and pull it to make the body out of water and with a thud it falls on the deck, the six men gather around their new discovery, shocked. They all look at the body, thin, sculptural, long legs, curves... the woman may have been in her twenties before she died, blond messy hair matted all over her face. She was beautiful, seemingly, sea decomposition has not done anything on her yet.
"It's a woman" One of them says, pointing out what all of them already have notice.
Suddenly, everyone starts talking at once, three languages going, and the body sprawled there.
"Dios Mío…"
"We need to get rid of it…."
They all think the same thing: the presence of death in the ship, bad omen.
"Look at her…" One of them bends down and with a shaking hand lift up a bit of her black blouse.
"Don't to that…."
"No, no look" The Italian man says "She was shot"
Indeed, there was a bullet wound just below her ribs, however it didn't seems to be a fatal one.
"We should get rid of it…" Another repeats nudging the body.
"Stop it Robyr!"
"What? She's dead, you think she cares? We should…."
But the man is interrupted by a slight movement in the body. First convulsing, coughing up sea water. The sailors freaked jumping back, standing there as the woman begins to breathe.
Four strong arms carry the motionless body, but still alive, of the women. The whole crew enters the bunk room of the fishing boat, a complete wreck. Two sailor sweeps off the table, and rough hands lay the woman down, but the room is too small for all the people in there.
The captain watches, brutal and impatient, from the door as Giancarlo is searching for a medical kit buried in the shambles. Giancarlo is sixty, the oldest of them all and the only one who can save the woman at the moment.
"It's here" Giancarlo mutters "Hang on…it's here somewhere, give me a minute"
"Get her some blankets" the captain shouts to no one in particular and one of the sailors rushes to follow the orders given.
"Here it is" Giancarlo, with an old trunk approaches the table.
He looks at the trunk, but it's useless.
"She needs a doctor" He says looking at the captain with concern.
"Fuck that" One of the man, Robyr, shouts "She was already dead back there, we picked her up and that's all we can do"
"Giancarlo" Says the captain ignoring the other man, Giancarlo turns back. "You do what you can, but we're not going back to the port just because of this woman"
His voice is steel.
"You understand?"
"Yes, sir"
Then he turns to the rest of the crew.
"Let's get back to work!"
Then minutes later the room is transformed into a makeshift operating room, a light swings overhead. Giancarlo its been playing doctor over the past 20 minutes, the woman is still unconscious on the greasy table, turned into her left side. He looks at her face one more time, deciding whether or not to dig into the bullet holes, he has already cut the bottom of her blouse to get a better access to the wounds. Two bullets wounds in the back.
"Ok then" He says as he makes a decision.
Trying to do as little damage as possible, and with a flashlight between his teeth, he embeds some tweezers into the wound… TINK TINK TINK... bullet fragments fall into a jar of olive washed and sterilized at its best.
"It wasn't so difficult," he says to himself.
Then something catch Giancarlo's eyes, a small scar on the woman's hip, but this is not a gunshot wound, and it certainly seems to be healing for the past several days. Cutting in a small incision with a knife, and extracting with the tweezers he withdrawl a small plastic tube, not a bullet at all, and as it comes free…
Blue eyes snap open. Waking up from a long and blurred dream. Before Giancarlo's brain can process what's going on a small but strong hand slams down onto the old man. And with a quick, agile move the woman gets off the table behind the old man, holding his arm back into a painful wrench.
"You're awake" Giancarlo says in pain. "You've been shot…. I'm trying to help you…. Can you hear me?"
She surely can hear him, and she even understands a bit of what he's saying but something within her body is not working right, she can't let go the man, the mechanism to protect herself runs all over her veins, she's feeling dazed and confused.
"Look, you have to let me go" Giancarlo says. "I'm trying to help you; we need to heal your wounds"
She's trying to find her voice, but she cannot do it. Only when she fully understands what the man is saying she releases him. The old man takes a few steps away from her, breathing heavily and watching her with fear and curiosity.
"Wha?..." She's trying, but a sharp pinch at her side makes her stop.
"You were in the water. You've been shot" Giancarlo starts to explain. "It's okay now."
"Where am I?" She manages to speak, why a husky and unknown voice. Everything around her starts to move, she leans on the table for support.
"You're on a boat." He approaches the woman, helping her to climb onto the table again. "A fishing boat with an Italian flag. We're out of Vietri."
"How did I get here?" She closes her eyes as a headache starts to form in her head.
"You we're lost at sea. They pulled you out… I think it's the cold that saved you. I mean… the water. Your wounds look clean, I'm not a doctor but they look okay... still I think we should cover them with gauze to prevent an infection."
Infection
Silence.
"You were shot…two bullets in the back" He tries again.
Still she says nothing.
"Do you understand?" Giancarlo says, but again nothing. "Who are you?"
A long dead pause until she looks at him straight in the eye. Those piercing blue eyes. It's not perfection but its close.
"I don't know" she finally says.
She's at the interior of a security room, there are cages all around the walls, there's no one here, it looks like a caged guard dogs room; only all the cages are empty now. Many have holes in them, chewed straight through the mesh, flesh between the wires. She doesn't know what is going on, what would make a dog do something like that? Then again, she doesn't even know her name or why she's there.
She cautiously makes her way down the corridor. But suddenly she stops. Something is not right there, she can feel it, even smell it... she can feel that she isn´t alone anymore.
She sharpens her senses, and then she hears it. A sharp clicking sound. Nails on a cement floor.
Tud, tud, tud, tud, tud...
In the shadows, a dark shape is moving towards her with a low demonic growl. She tries to move backwards, but the Doberman advances into a shaft of light.
"Doggie" She mutters to herself.
But this thing is like no dog she have seen before. Its eyes are glazed, and its flesh decaying, like dead flesh. Like a standing dead doggie.
"Oh hell…."
The dog charges and she does the only sensible thing. She runs, but the dog leaps at her, all teeth and claws. She dodges and then a scream breaks the silent.
"ALICEEEE!" -
It's sunny outside; she can see it through the window of the boat bunk room. Giancarlo is hunched over a desk, with a flashlight and the tweezers on his hands, busy working with a plastic tube.
She stretched looking down at the bandage around her stomach. Still dizzy because of the dream, she's trying to sit up, and it really hurt her like hell, but she doesn't pay attention to it. That dream, was all over her mind, it was so real, almost like a memory, she was not entirely sure about it but it really felt like it was a memory from her past, a really weird one. That dog... And then it was the yell, almost like a cry, Alice, was it her name? It didn't sound strange but not entirely familiar.
Alice… it was her name.
She stares around the room, at her body again, the walls, the desk, Giancarlo.
"You're awake" He says still working at that tube.
"I think my name is Alice" she slowly stars with a sleepy voice. "But that's all I know… What if it doesn't come back?"
"You have remembered your name in your sleep" Still not looking at her. "You need to rest more.
Alice can´t sleep, she needs to remember things, she's trying to make sense of all this. Then she turns to see what Giancarlo is doing with that tube.
"What are you doing?" She says with a more firm voice, but still raspy.
Giancarlo was ignoring her, still absorbed in the tube. He only looked up to find a magnifying glass.
"What is that?"
"It came from your hip. Under the skin, take a look at it"
It was a piece of paper inserted on the plastic tube. Written there - - 00-7-17-12-0-14-26- - GEMEINSCHAFT BANK, ZURICH.
"You remember Zurich?"
It was the second night on the boat when the captain of the ship introduced himself to Alice. She was still with Giancarlo at the bunk room when the captain walked in. He was a man in his 40s, tall, muscular and rude.
"Captain Wyss" he said, extending a hand that she did not accepted. "I'm glad you made it miss… miss"
"Alice… just Alice" she said and it came in a rude way.
"She's suffering from memory loss" Giancarlo was at her side. "The only thing she can remember is her name"
"Alice..." The captain said. She did not know him, but his voice and his horrible smirk were almost like a slap in her face. "Within a week we'll be passing by a port by the Italian coastline… I see that your health has been improving, so I think you should disembark when we get there…
She just nodded at him, ignoring his predatory stare, she really didn't liked him a little bit, he was watching her like he wanted to grab her and touch everything up within her soul. However, the Giancarlo incident the night before; the attack from the unknown woman that didn't look like she was over 25, had been spread all over the ship and the crew had a certain respect for her. This, combined with the fear of having a woman on board, a woman who had come to them almost dead in a windy night, was enough for the crew to settle down.
So all that the captain did was run lascivious looks all around her body when she was around which were noticed by Giancarlo who never left the woman alone in a fatherly way to protect her. During that week, no other memory or dream came back to her; it was stressful and made her feel lost. However, many things happened during that week, things that began to worry both Giancarlo and Alice about her true identity and what actually happened to the woman at such a young age.
On the third day of being on the boat, Alice was feeling increasingly strong, even Giancarlo said her wounds were healing remarkably fast. So, ever since that night, and each day when she was alone, she would start to do sit-ups and push-up on the deck rail. She was still bandaged and felt a little pain on her back but she was pushing herself; somehow wanting to get an answer about her past, hoping that the pain would remind her something.
One day being in the kitchen with Giancarlo, she found a pretty old coffee machine, the old man said it was beyond repair, that it was pure garbage and had to get rid of it when touched port, but then it became a test for her, like she needed to show she could fix it, none of the sailors paid much attention to what she did with the old machine but after several agile movements with her hands, the coffee was working properly again.
A chess board. One of the Italian sailors had a wooden chess with small pieces. Lorenzo was his name, and he was playing with another sailor, Robyr; a rather unpleasant man, while Alice was aware of every move from afar. Apparently Robyr wanted to play a though man, and challenged her to a game. She hesitates, all pieces on board, Robyr make a first move, and she takes a black knight and lingers for a moment. She knows this. Ten moves later, Robyr cannot believe he just lost to a 20 years old girl.
Another day, in the bathroom, one of the ugliest bathrooms on the planet, she stops in front of an old mirror. Stares at her own naked body, touches it, it is all strange to her, and she doesn't know who she is. But then she speaks.
(In perfect French) "I don't know who I am"
(In perfect Dutch) "Do you know who I am?"
(Now Chinese) "Do you have any idea who I am?"
And then she stops. This is not helping her in anyway. She blinks.
(Perfect Italian) "I don't know who I am"
"You know the consequences of this, don't you?" A man says at her back. "You know that there's no turning back Corporal Abernathy"
She only nods, this man, she can't see his face and she really can't remember his name, it doesn't matter anyway, she just want to get rid of him.
"I know what I'm up to… sir" She says. That's the only response he needs to hear.
"Good…" The man says then she can hear another pair of footsteps approaching behind him.
"Dr. Isaacs, subject one is ready"
And then everything is black.
"What the…?" Panic. Is she really doing this? Will it be worth?
"Don't fight it" A man says. "We have to blindfold you my dear, it's for our own safety.
She tries to loosen the tie, a little fear courses through her body, she really never thought that the procedure would be as rudimentary as this.
"Relax…." and then she can feel a prick of a syringe in her arm.
Everything becomes blurry.
The Trawler is moving along with the small and gentle waves. Its dawn and a small, colorful fishing village can be seen from the deck. Inside of the boat bunk room Alice is buttoning up a borrowed sweater, she just woke up from another dream/memory. Giancarlo is pulling some cash from his pocket.
"Here" he says offering the money to the tall blonde. "It's not much, but it should get you to Switzerland, and you really need to find some clothes.
Alice smiles, the first real small in the whole week. Giancarlo feels a warm feeling on his heart. After all, this girl could be one of his daughters. And he's disheartened, aware that this woman has gone and will go through many things, things that his own children will never have to.
"I won't forget this Giancarlo" She says with hey usual husky voice, but this time is full with emotion. "Thank you so very much"
And with that she leaves the boat.
She easily find a small store, where she provides herself with a pair of fitting jeans, winter boots and gloves; and another t-shirt, she have been using one from Antoine, the thinnest sailor. Then she goes to the pokey Italian train station, she don't even have to find a map, since apparently she knows the place.
"I cannot even remember where I grew up, but I know this place like a palm of my hand" she says quietly.
"Una sola via?" says the ticket agent as she reach the ticket window.
"Si. One way. Una sola via" She says smiling.
Almost 3 hundred miles away. At the Umbrella headquarters conference room. A video monitor turns on. Full frame, and man with slicked-back blond hair and sunglasses can be seen on the screen.
"We have a serious problem," one present in the room starts talking "Project 1, known as Project Alice was lost in the Italian coast near Vietri"
The man on the screen makes a snap of disgust in his throat, which makes the rest of them cower in fear.
"It was lost?" His voice is deep and when he talks he does not leave much space between each word. "What do you mean by that was lost?"
"The last time we had contact with the Survivor Team was when it left the complex in the Arklay Mountains" Another man started talking. "There was no further communication with them since then."
"And you waited 8 days to tell me?" His voice was livid.
"Such incidents are very…common, sir ... we think ..."
"I do not want to hear your pathetic excuses Piers ..." the man interrupted. "This problem must be solved with the UBCS"
Twelve Umbrella agents are sitting around the table like kids in detention. They all look concerned with the mere mention of the division, the Umbrella Biohazard Countermeasure Service.
"What do you mean by…"
"We all know what happened two weeks ago in The Hive facility, the priority now is to manage the contention with caution, I'm going to send a UBCS Preventive Team to the Mansion and you…. find the Alice project immediately. Wesker off"
And with that, the screen went black.
"Get me the CIA, DSO, M16 and INTERPOL" One of the men says, the fist one who spoke. "Birkin, Ginovaef,
Nivans… We're going to Zurich Facility…get ready"
It was night, and Alice has just enough money to buy a cold slice of pizza at the train station in Zurich. She's walking aimlessly. She'll have to wait to visit the bank. She finds a bench near the exit of the station, and now is trying to get comfortable in it. It's chilly but this will have to do until morning.
"Can't you read the sign?" A voice in German.
She opens her eyes. It's a Zurich Cop. She turns in her spot, two Zurich Cops are coming towards her.
"On your feet. Right now" Cop #1
Alice is standing now, some kind of electricity running all over her body. They're on top of her now.
"You can't sleep here" Cop #2
Cop # 1 points to her face with the flashlight, watching her very unfriendly.
"Let's see some identification"
Shit.
Not sure what to do, she moves uncomfortable, eyes moving. Mouth shut.
"Your papers ma'am. Come on"
"I…. I've lost them"
She's not panicking, the electricity she's feeling in her body is keeping her peaceful.
"My papers. They are lost" She says in German.
The cops exchange a look between them. She knows they will not believe anything she'll tell them.
"Ok. Let's go ma'am. Put your hands up" Cop #1, not sympathetic at all.
From the corner of her eye she notices that the Cop #2 is pulling his nightstick.
Blood begins to boil inside of her.
"Come on… hands up… UP!" he's demanding with a rude voice.
She's raising her hands slowly; meanwhile the Cop#1 is reaching up to pat her down.
"Look, I'm just trying to sleep, ok? I just need to sleep"
But that's enough for Cop #2, he has heard enough. With a sudden move, he's giving a sharp poke with the nightstick into Alice's back, and that's the last thing he'll remember…
Alice is in motion now, hitting the man with just a single turn, a spinning, catching Cop #2 completely off guard. The heel of her hand smacks into the guy's throat throwing him down the floor.
Cop #1 has more time to compose himself from the shock; he positions himself behind the blonde girl trying to reach for his pistol, but Alice, still turning and all her weight moving in a single fluid attack, sweeps a kicks on his chest and he's falling, trying to fight back but the blonde, like a machine unbelievably fast, throws three jackhammer punches down. With a thud his head slammed into the bench, blood spraying from his nose.
The Cop#2, still on the ground, is gasping for air. He glances at his partner on the floor and tries to draw his gun too, struggling with his holster. There's panic in his eyes. But the blonde is much faster than him and her foot, down onto Cop #2's arm, shattering the bone, prevents him to aim.
Cop #2 wants to scream but then he realizes the woman, with a fucking fast move, got his pistol, pointing right up against his forehead.
"Please…" Gasping, pleading. "Don't…. Please, God no…
Alice slams the gun against his temple and the fight is over.
She's standing there, in silence, with two unconscious cops at her feet, and there's blood on her pants.
What just happened? How did she do this? She looks at her hand, the gun is still there and God, it just feels so natural, holding it, aiming it, stripping it down, like this is something she's done a million times before.
I'm a motherfucker badass.
This is something she definitely know how to do.
And then she stops cold, throwing down the gun, running off into the darkness.