Author's Note: March 7th, 2009: From this day on, this story is officially rewritten. I have had in mind RE5's events, since I pretty much know a lot about the game, though it hasn't come out in Europe here yet xDDDD As by the ideas I have I might end up approaching the game's plot, I decided to rewrite this; another of the reasons was that I had too many mistakes that I've luckily corrected now.

Summary: AU/Canonical. After the events in Alaska, Albert and William start over again. But as familiar people rise up and interfere in their new lives, an evil shadow casts upon everyone, a shadow that has always been present in their lives, a shadow to which Albert feels strangely attached to. Will Albert and William find the truth about themselves? Will they make it out? (Contains slight Albert WeskerxOC).

I will keep updating this story with new chapters and rewritten ones.

THIS STORY CONTAINS SPOILERS TO THE GAME. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

Disclaimer: I do not own Resident Evil or any of its characters, only my OCs.

Prologue

Rain

He ran down the hall, his heart beating faster than ever. He jumped down five steps at once and almost tripped with his own foot. Knocks on the main door had reached his keen ear and he had the feeling it would be her who had returned. But when he opened the door, he saw a man standing under the rain, and her in his arms. Her eyes were closed, her clothes stained with blood, her body burnt and she wasn't breathing: she was dead.

He wanted to scream, but no sound left his mouth. Suddenly, the sound of alarmed voice filled the entrance hall and he was tossed aside. The boy hit the wall hard and fell down as tears rolled down his pale cheeks. 'Why?'

'WHY?!'

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(January 2nd, 2005)

Albert slowly opened his eyes, and found himself in the same place as two weeks ago: the place he could somehow call home. Yet again, he tried to figure out what that event was trying to tell him, and he clenched his fist in anger seeing he still couldn't. Whenever it caught him off guard, that dream recurred to him, troubling him more than he was already.

He sat up on the bed, feeling his whole chest ache again, but he didn't care. When he did and looked to the front, he found William staring at him, his blue eyes shining with concern.

"Bad dreams again?" he asked.

"I don't want to talk about it now," replied Albert standing up, but pain now invaded his whole body. William went to help, but Albert stopped him, raising a hand. The pain slowly faded away, much to William's chagrin.

"Anything new about the Agency?" Albert asked then.

"No. I couldn't access with your data." Albert approached William, eyes fixed upon the screen. The monitor showed a screen with an alert message: Access revoked.

"Hm, I expected them to revoke my access, no surprise there. All the samples are safe in the Corporation's hands, but I wonder what they will do now that I'm gone."

"I suppose, by that, that you won't contact them, won't you?"

"No," replied Albert with a smirk, "I'll work alongside them and they won't even know. I'm almost done, though, so it won't be for long."

"Typical of you. Leaving this aside, tell me: how're you feeling?"

"I have to say that better than usual," replied Albert, sincere.

"Doesn't convince me."

"Believe what you want, but I wouldn't lie about this."

"Alright. Luckily, the scars don't hurt. But there's something bugging me."

"That is…?" asked Albert. William sighed, hesitating at first.

"Much to my chagrin, you've taken longer than expected to heal. Yes, our wounds were severe indeed and no viral agent could've modified something; there was nothing in us that could endanger it. But I took two days since we returned and you've taken two weeks! You spent too many days unconscious and it wasn't because of the lack of energy. You were out almost three days or more, time I took to intervene in your healing."

"I don't remember much about these last days, now that you mention it," said Albert stepping away and turning his back on William. He slightly turned his head around and looked at William through the corner of his eye. His brow was furrowed in concentration and his eyes closed; indeed, he was thinking until he came up with an answer.

"Really, I hope I haven't screwed up." Albert didn't say anything and turned his head away from him, engrossed in his thoughts. Then, he turned to face window. Albert only saw one thing.

Rain.