Disclaimer: I do not own Resident Evil or any of it's characters.

AN: I tried to skip past a lot of scenes until they get to the Hive so I just used quotes from the movies to tell the story.

... the quotes have no real punctuation...

... the quotes are written in italics with no capitol letters...

... things that mention ALICE are capitolized...

... things that mention matt are small, bold and italic...

... things that mention spence are not in italic...

... YOU meaning ALICE and matt...

... YOUmeaning ALICE and spence ...

AN2: Just so you know, I like femslash. If there's going to be a pairing, my Alice will be with a female.

AN3: The first part is really disjointed but it gets better

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Resident Evil: a Different Alice

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Chapter One

I woke up naked, cold and kind of hungry. None of that bothered me. Neither did my aching right shoulder and jaw. (I fell while in the shower.) I went to the mirror (How long was I down for?) and wiped the steam off. (Steam? In a large bathroom. I must not have been unconcious long.)

I had dark blonde hair (natural) with highlights.

(Very) Light blue-green eyes. (Teal.)

An old scar on my left shoulder. (How'd I get that?)

I felt very tense but (keep calm) I couldn't let that show. ('Couldn't'?) It didn't help that I couldn't remember a thing (temporary amnesia) and seemed to be trying to notice every little thing. (Like that room behind me.) Thankfully, (Large bathroom, open door, steamed mirrors... the hydro bill must be obsene) I wasn't trying to force memories. (Has this happened to me before?)

I took a breath and walked into the bedroom behind me. It was huge. I could fit my old apartment in here. (How did I go from an apartment to... this?)

On the bed was a red dress. (Was there supposed to be a party?) It was kind of pretty (What if someone calls?) but I couldn't leave now. (I wouldn't know where to go.) I had to find other clothes. (If someone calls, I'll just say I got a migraine. Where's the phone?)

My feet led my to the other side of the room. (If someone comes in through the door, I could get to cover and... and what...?)

I ended up wearing knee high leather boots, black form-fitting pants, a black turtleneck with a thick folded collar. I wanted to wear black clothes but thought it wouldn't fit my image (Image of what?) so I grabbed that red cape-wrap... thing... in my closet and put it on.

I also found the false bottom that hid a black plastic looking case. I let my fingers trail over the keypad (what does a gold ring mean?) to see if I knew how to open it. (I was left handed.) I didn't. So I covered it up again and went to look around. (The sun was setting.) I walked through the mansion like I owned it (did I?) but found nothing too familiar to me. (The high ceilings and open hallways made me nervous.)

I did come across a man that looked just as lost as I felt.

My jaw ached when I smiled. (No way would I look that scared.)

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"Hi." He whipped around, aiming his pistol at me. "Oh good, you found the weapons." Even though the barrel rested a few inches from my face, I no longer felt nervous. I could swear I'd seen his eyes before. "Do you have any more?" I asked with an affectionate grin. Even that frightened little glare look familiar.

"Uh n-no." His voice cracked. His body tensed.

Oh, that won't do.

I swung out my hand, lazily disarming him. It was some kind of military grade pistol. I didn't know what I expected but I felt kind of disappointed. I looked at him and grinned at the wide-eyed panic on his face.

"To bad. I think I know how to use this." And I did. The weight felt a little different than I was used to but I held the pistol in a comfortable grip.

Note: I was used to pistols.

"Y-you think?" He straightened, trying to relax. I kept the gun pointed at the floor. "You mean you don't know?"

"Nope." He didn't have a ring. I didn't know why, but that seemed important. "So, what's your name?" I turned away and aimed at the statue at the end of the hall. I could hit it. Easily.

"Addison. Matt." The confused look on his face seemed alien to me. I aimed at the statue's head. Still too easy.

"Well, Addison Matt," I drawled. "What do you do for a living?" His body didn't look familiar either. I aimed between the eyes. Still too easy.

"I'm a cop. R. C. P. D." His face was wrong. I blinked at the harsh thought and looked at him. His face had an alien, confused expression. The fear from earlier didn't show in his strong stance. His eyes had a familiar steady, searching look. He was trying to figure me out.

"Can I see your badge?" I smiled. He had blue eyes. That seemed important too. He blinked and slowly went for the badge on his belt. "I guess you woke up with clothes on huh?" It was kind of hard to tell, but I knew his eyes were darker than mine. "Lucky bastard." He handed me his badge, looking thoughtful.

"What do you think R. C. stands for?" he asked slowly.

Outside, the birds flew. I tensed. Something had startled them.

"I don't know." I slid his badge into my pocket and armed the gun. Quietly, I moved back, keeping my back to the wall. "We should go."

A bright light crossed the yard and into the windows, startling me. A disk was thrown inside, landing a few feet in front of me. Addison grabbed me and pulled me away just as it flashed, blinding us both. Glass shattered and he covered me with his body. People landed.

One...

Two... Three...

No way were they coming here, breaking into what may or may not be my home and hurting what may or may not be my brother.

BANG-BANG-BANG!

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... you're breaking my arm... - Addison

... i want your report SOLDIER... - Male Leader

... SHE's probably still suffering the side effects... - Male Nerd

... what about the cop... - Male Leader

... matthew addison. i'm not getting a match... - Male 1

... who are you... - Female 1

... should i secure him here... - Female 1

... no. WE take him with US... - Male Leader

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'We take him with us,' I repeated to myself.

"The power's down," the Nerdy guy announced.

'We... take him... with us...' That Leader was very clear.

"Well fix it," the Leader said. He had an amazing voice. And he was part of us. Us, as in, the soldiers.

Including me.

That female soldier with the attitude, Rain, pushed Addi-Matthew Addison into the car. Rain leaned against the opposite wall and glared at me as I entered. That Nerdy guy, Kaplan, jumped down the trap door and started messing with the belly of the train.

And them. They were part of us too.

Rain rubbed the bullet mark on her vest and fingered the stolen pistol, as though she considered pulling the trigger. Judging by the glare in her dark eyes, she was really really thinking about it.

I watched at the woman warily as I moved to stand next to Matthew. Addison. Matt. He preferred Matt. Did he remember that, I wondered. Or was it just something he figured out when he learned his name? I turn my head to look at him. He looked uncomfortable with his hands cuffed behind his back.

He wasn't part of us.

He wasn't a soldier.

I was.

The lights turned on as power returned. Two crates were carried in by some nameless soldiers as the rest filed in. I finally put a face to the other two I shot. One soldier was getting his arm wrapped by the medic and the other, J. D., was throwing a collapsed bullet into the air and catching it, a cocky grin on his face. Kaplan crawled out of the pit and moved to the front. Or was it the back?

"Stand clear!" He pressed that big red button that shut the trapdoor.

I moved with Matthew Addison towards the back as the train started moving.

So... maybe he wasn't part of 'us' but that didn't take away the fact he covered me with his own body when we were attacked. And while being called a soldier felt right, I didn't quite trust those people in black with the little red and white badges on their sleeves.

I wasn't sure I wanted to belong with them.

J. D. pocketed his bullet and started wandering around. The motion caught my eye and I followed him with my eyes. I could see Matt watching him too.

Matt wasn't my brother. According to the Leader guy, he shouldn't have even been there. He was there. I was in the shower. We - no. I was going to a party. Maybe.

Where we sleeping together?

I hid a cringe by standing up. It seemed so wrong to think of him like that after wondering if we were siblings.

As J. D. struggled with the door, I wandered over and looked into the window. It looked like something was leaning against it. The handle turned. The door yanked open.

"WHOA!"

And someone fell through, startling everyone.

J. D. went for his weapon while I moved to subdue him. I had him pinned with his arms behind his back when I noticed my ring. And the matching one on his left hand. Roughly, I turned him over to look at his face.

I didn't know him.

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... now tell me your name... - Female Medic

... i-i don't know... - Guy

... he's fine. memory loss. just like the OTHER ONE... - Female Medic

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We rode the train far underground and came to a stop at another brightly lit station.

I didn't know that guy at all. Nothing about him was familiar. Not his looks, his clothes, his smell... Nothing. And I watched him. I watched the way he kept to himself, the way he looked at others, the way he looked at me. I watched him move and talk and gesture. I analyzed his body language but nothing seemed familiar. But something about him just screamed at me.

'Don't trust him.'

I won't. I gotta pretend like nothing's wrong but I'm not sure how I usually am.

I figured out I like plans though. That's good.

So, I'll get the guys talking and keep to myself.

Watch and learn, right?

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... listen to ME. I want to know who you people are and I want to know what's going on here. now... - Me

... YOU and i have the same employer. WE all work for the umbrella corporation... - Male Leader

... YOU are security operatives based there to protect that entrance... - Male Leader

... YOUR marrage is a fake, just part of YOUR cover to protect the secrecy of the hive... - Male Leader

... the mansion, where we found YOU and through which WE gained access to the train which, in turn, brought US to the hive... - Male Leader

... a top secret research facility owned and operated by the umbrella corporation. the hive houses over five hundred technicians, scientists, and support staff. they live and work underground... - Male Leader

... their research is of the highest importance. it's nature is classified... - Male Leader

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"Why can't I remember anything," the guy asked.

I was getting nervous again but still refused to show it. I kept myself a little separate from everyone and turned so I could see where they all are at any time. I removed the ring from my finger and started playing with it.

"The Hive has it's own defense mechanisms, all computer controlled," the Leader said. "A nerve gas was released into the house. Primary effect of the gas: complete unconsiousness lasting anything up to four hours. Secondary effects are varied but can include acute memory loss."

"For how long?" Guy asked softly. Lie. I stopped. Something was engraved in the ring.

"Subjective. An hour, day, week."

PROPERTY OF UMBRELLA CORPORATION

Charming.

"So you're saying this place was attacked," Matt stated, disbelieving. I slid the ring on the middle finger of my right hand. It rested loosely past the first knuckle.

"I'm afraid things are a little more complicated than that." Who knew Leader could sound so patronizing? Thankfully, Rain announced they breached the Hive.

I hung back a little, staying behind Matt and Guy. I looked into the gaping void of the Hive and wondered if that meant my failure. Or if I failed when someone took the gun from me. Or when we went below the mansion.

The thought of failure made me feel tense and edgy.

I don't like failing.

These guys shouldn't be down here.

Seven soldiers. Guy. Matt.

Well, maybe Guy was allowed.

Leader said Guy and I were supposed to protect the entrance and then seemed to make a point of telling us how we all got inside. Was he trying to say I failed? Were we not all working for the same people? Why did that red and white octagon make my stomach clench? And what was Guy doing on a broken train down below? Maintenance? He was security. Leader also said that five hundred people lived in the Hive. Where were they? Shouldn't there be some sort of... noise?

"Got it!" J. D. called out.

I forced myself to relax as the lights turned on and street sounds filled the Hive. I watched them sweep the room, quick and efficient. No movements wasted.

"Halon content has dissipated," the medic tells Leader.

Good. 'Cause I'd hate to have you all breathe that in, I thought sarcastically. I walked inside. Even with the false noise, it was eerily quiet. Walking past some 'artistic' mirrors gave the impression of many walking beside me. I stepped up beside Matt and placed my back to the wall, taking a quick scan of the room.

"'It makes it easier to work underground thinking there's a view'," Matt stated quietly.

Did he remember anything? I wondered. He said that like he knew what he was talking about.

Rain turned to look at him. She caught it too.

Matt wasn't supposed to be there. Not at the Hive and not at the mansion. So why was he? He's a cop. A rookie. Someone who should never know what it's like to live underground. What did he know? How could he know?

A flare sounded off harshly into the room. I looked over and saw Leader and J. D. by an elevator, outlined in green light. The light went away and I heard metal clang echo in the chute, then a weak thud.

Looks like we're taking the stairs.

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... end of chapter one...

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AN: What do you think so far?