A/N: This is a story my fiance and I began writing for fun about a month ago. I wasn't sure we should submit it at first because most fan bases aren't too happy with made-up characters, or as most people incorrectly call all fan made people, Mary-Sues. :P But I saw that there are a lot of well received stories on here so I figured, what the heck? :P
A/N 2: This story takes place after Code: Veronica. So, it's probably early 1999. Some pieces of the RE timeline may be altered for story purposes but most of it should flow within the universe.
Rating: T, for mild language.


My name is Will Valentine. Sound familiar? The last name, at least? Well, don't get over excited, I'm no hero in this story. I'm not like my lil' sis; this is my story. Let me start by saying that I never believed in monsters, unless you count politicians as blood sucking ghouls. I never believed in the occult, or in conspiracies, or in big companies trying to take over the world. All I cared about was me, and my jobs. What's my job you ask? Well, I'm a professional thief, hell, beyond professional. I have never cared about my sister. Let's face it, we are the opposite of each other, she's the ying to my yang, the day to my night, and all that other poetic garbage, but I knew that she was in that stinking city the day it blew up and I had to know whether or not she had become dust or if she made it out. You see, I made a promise to my father to take care of Jilly, his little Jilly. Spoiled little brat. I can be the best thief, the best scam artist, the best damn infiltrated man, but above everything, I'm honest. Ironic, huh? More poetic garbage, I'm honest in the sense that I will keep a promise, no matter what, especially in the honor of my dying father. I had to fly to Europe and find my sister, it was the only way I'd be at peace.

To be honest, I really don't know how I ended up in this whole mess. Everything was fine, normal, up until the day my brother, Leon Kennedy, was supposed to start his run as a police officer in Raccoon City. Something terrible had happened before he'd arrived in the city; a virus had been unleashed, turning everyone into raging, undead cannibals. Up until this day, I don't think I will ever be thankful enough that my brother made it out of there alive. My brother is my entire world; he's my hero. He taught me everything I know, protected me, and took care of me even after our parents disappeared. Since I was born, it's always been Leon and Lea, two peas in a pod. That's why I was so worried when he wanted to become a police officer. Of course, I supported him but I warned him it was dangerous. And I'm sorry to say I was right. After the destruction of the city, my brother and I went into hiding, as word spread around that the Umbrella Corporation, the company behind the outbreak, was in search of Leon, a woman named Claire Redfield, and a young girl named Sherry Birkin. According to Leon, he, Claire and Sherry had made it out of the city together. Claire had immediately taken off to find her missing brother, Chris, somewhere in Europe and probably had no idea what was happening with Umbrella. And so, we set out to search for her.


I hate planes; I've hated them all my life. Mostly because they crash. Last I heard about Jilly was that she was in France looking for some boyfriend of hers, Chris Ragfill or something. I honestly don't care. I found this out after breaking into her apartment and hacking into her computer. She had many files from a corporation called Umbrella. Apparently Umbrella had been the reason why the whole Raccoon City went to obliteration. There was another file titled "The Mansion Incident"; all top secret, and some even labeled as "disregarded" by the government itself. Whatever my sister was into, it wasn't peaches and cream; it was some nasty piece of art. After this, the most reasonable thing for me to do was to fly over to France, and start my search. I gotta be honest, I miss Jill. I miss her so much it's unfortunate that life and circumstances separated us. I wonder if she ever got that picture I sent her of me and her in her graduation. She looked so happy...I must keep telling myself that I don't care, though I can never let my feelings take over, that's for weak people. I have to keep fighting.


Since the incident, Leon's changed. Not drastically or anything crazy like that, just with little things. He's a little colder toward certain subjects and he tends to keep to himself a tiny bit more than usual. Like about what exactly happened that night. I've asked him time and time again but he keeps saying it's for my own good not to know. I think it's more than that. The most he's spoken about is the little girl, Sherry, about how the outbreak was because of her father's work on something called the G-Virus. He hasn't really said much about Claire Redfield, except that her brother was a member of the S.T.A.R.S and that she was in search of him even then. I have to wonder if Claire was wearing red that night because even the slightest hint of the color makes Leon cringe and I see his eyes get that cold look again. To be honest, it scares me. The last Leon had heard from Claire was in an email about a few weeks ago. She had asked him to tell her brother she was in desperate need of help on Rockford Island. He hadn't been able to get into contact with her since but found that Chris was now in Europe somewhere, so he assumed Claire was safe. Still, he had to make sure. And that's why we were currently on route to someplace overseas by plane. The plane was packed with so many people, Leon and I had a tough time finding our seats. I was glancing straight at Leon's back, hoping not to lose sight of him, and I ran straight into a soft, moving wall. It was a tall guy with dark hair and he looked downright irritated that I had slammed into him. I apologized quickly but he still looked annoyed. So, I walked away and found Leon already seated.

"What happened to you?" He asked, looking up from the seat next to the aisle; the one by the window was left open for me. A few things about Leon had changed but he still remembered that I liked the window seat.

I smiled, taking the seat next to him, "Probably just ruined someone's day," I laughed, glancing back at the guy I'd run into, "Or maybe make it worse."


Did I mention that I am claustrophobic? This plane was so packed! People speaking French, Spanish, and God knows what else. I gotta admit though the best part of the trip was running into that beautiful girl earlier. When I first looked at her I almost got hypnotized by her beautiful hazel eyes; quickly though I gave her an angry face, so she would break eye contact with me. I must say there was a weird feeling in my stomach when I saw her, maybe I was just hungry. In any case, that one moment made my day. We had been flying for at least four hours now; there was a horrible storm outside my window seat, making my fear even greater. I tried to switch seats with the guy who was sitting next to me. When I first saw him, I thought he was a kid, so I thought maybe I'd ask his parents. To my surprise, he was actually a grown man; he looked like a Spaniard. Very short in stature, white hair, and a mean evasive look which I came to cross.

"Excuse me, monsieur. My French is not very good looking. Do you mind if I switch seats with you? I'm not a window person; actually I'm not a plane person at all."

"Does it look like I care, gringo?" he replied with a nasty attitude.

"Gracias amigo." I replied to his unnecessary insult. Luckily my Spanish was at least at a level four. After this miniscule conversation, he called on the flight attendant to which he handed some greens, whispered into his ear, and followed him, leaving the seat for the rest of the flight. I saw he carried a briefcase with him. "Salazar" was inscripted in it. Annoying little bugger. Maybe it was because of all my years in the business, but I saw residing evil in that little man, and trust me I know evil when I see it. But that wasn't a problem I had to deal with.

"Ladies and gentlemen, our arrival time will be in another three hours due to turbulence; we will be serving dinner shortly."

Peachy! Three more hours of pure fun.


When the storm had first started, I figured it would pass quickly but I've been wrong before. The thunder came first, then the lightning and if I wasn't scared of flying before, I sure was now. I gripped my brother's arm, muttering the whole time that we were going to die, and he just laughed. Well, I'm glad my fear brought him amusement. I glared at him, which caused him to laugh more and it took all of my strength not to punch him. So, instead, I closed my eyes, praying for the storm to go away already. There was a large shudder throughout the plane and terrified, I opened my eyes, making sure we weren't going down like Flight 815. At that moment, a tiny Spanish-looking man walked by, being escorted by one of the attendants. He was mesmerizing, and not in a good way. I grasped Leon's arm tighter and he glanced down at my hand, then his gaze went up to my face, where he saw I was staring at the small guy. Leon looked over and I felt his body stiffen under my hand. There was something off about this guy and Leon knew it. The small man glanced over at us, his eyes narrowing in disgust. Leon stared back, never breaking eye contact with him. As soon as the man was gone, I turned back to see where exactly he'd come from. The seat next to the rude guy was empty, the only unoccupied seat on the entire plane now. A voice came up from the loud speaker, informing everyone that we wouldn't be landing for another three hours. The rude guy looked straight at me and I instantly turned back around.

"That guy's looking at me again."

Leon turned slightly in his seat and inconspicuously glanced back at the guy, "You want me to beat him up for you?" He was smiling but I knew that if I asked him, Leon would.

"No," I said, shaking my head, "At least not yet."

I smiled at Leon as another roar of thunder exploded from the sky.


I've heard a lot of good jokes in my time, but I actually overheard the baby bunny in front of me getting the offer from the guy next to her to beat me up. Hilarious. Every chance I had to look over at her, I gotta admit, I took it. Let me get something straight, I'm not a pervert, but the feeling she made me have every time I looked into her eyes, were heavenly…what am I talking about? Get your senses together man! Besides she has a boyfriend.

When the plane finally landed and the color returned to my face, I grabbed my handbag and jetted out of there. I had no time to lose, but there was always an extra minute to take one last look at the goddess next to the man with the wig-looking hair. It's a shame; I was probably never going to see her again, something out of a James Blunt song.

It took a little over ten minutes for me to get off the plane and get to the checking station.

"Name, monsieur?"

"Alexander Newman." I replied as I handed one of my many fake passport, with a very famous alias of mine.

"Welcome to Paris, Mr. Newman."

Piece of cake, as usual. Hang in there Jilly, if you're still alive, I'm coming for you.


I was relieved when we finally landed in France. It was the last known location of Chris that Leon had gotten, so we decided to start from there. We waited until the rude guy had gotten off the plane first, not wanting to cause any more trouble, then trudged off with the rest of the passengers. As we walked by the checking station to an open teller, I overhead the guy give his name. Alexander Newman. Nice name, mean guy. Although, getting a better look at him now, I had to admit he was kind of cute. Rude, but cute. Anyway, now wasn't the time for "sight-seeing", as Leon called it. After we had signed in, Leon pulled out his phone, and tried Chris' number. Like always, there wasn't an answer. Through Chris, though, Leon had met a woman named Jill Valentine and he tried her number next. On the third ring, she answered.

She must've questioned if it was him or not because he replied with, "Yeah, Jill, it's Leon. We just arrived in France. I tried Chris' number again but no luck."

There was silence for half a minute as Leon listened to Jill.

"Sounds good. We'll meet you there in twenty."

They said their goodbyes and hung up. Leon pocketed his phone on the way to get our bags and less than five minutes later; we were walking out of the airport.


"Yeah, Jill, it's Leon. We just arrived in France. I tried Chris' number again but no luck."

Did I hear correctly? It was the man with the wig-looking hair; he mentioned my sister's name. Was it coincidence? I mean, I'm sure there many Jills on this world, but what about this Chris character? Maybe this was the Chris Ragfield who was mentioned in my sister's data. I've learned in my years, that coincidence does not exist, everything happened for a reason; this had to be a lead. It was all signs, the pretty girl was the main sign; her boyfriend might know Jilly. Looks like I'm going to see her again really soon after all. I'm going to get to the bottom of this.

I followed the wig-haired man, and the goddess very stealthily, as silent as a shark about to get his prey. What if this man kidnapped Jilly, or perhaps even worse? He'd have to pay if this was the case. The thoughts rushed into my head all at once like darts on a bull's eye. I had to save Jilly; I was her last hope.

They both rushed to a cab right outside the airport. I looked around to see what my options were; three cars were parked nearby, a Ferrari, a Chevy Impala, and a cab. I've always loved the classics, so the Chevy Impala was my choice right away. I ran for it, wired it in less than a minute and started following the cab with this so called Leon in it.


It took less time than I thought it would for Leon to hail us a cab. We both hurried in and Leon gave the guy the address Jill must've told him. The cab started up and we quickly drove out of the airport. Leon pulled out his phone again and held it in his hand just in case Jill called back.

"So, what's the plan after we meet up with Jill?" I asked.

"Jill has an address that Chris gave her that she hasn't checked out yet. We try there, see if we can find anything, then go from there."

"You think he's there?" I asked softly.

Leon shrugged slightly, "No idea. To be honest, though, probably not. Redfield seems to have a habit of taking off without any warning."

"And this Jill, she can help us, right?"

"Without a doubt. She was Chris' partner and if anyone knows him, it's gotta be her."

I nodded and glanced out the window, going over the plan in my head again. It seemed simple enough; get to Jill, find Chris, contact Claire and call it a day. Yeah…as if anything was ever that simple.

I sighed, looking at the streets of France as we drove. A shame the only time we took a vacation was when a powerful entity was after us. We passed a large statue that stood outside a huge house and I turned back to get a better view of it as the cab continued forward. I noticed a black Chevy Impala behind us that I could've sworn was at the airport when we'd arrived. Maybe they were just going the same way. Hopefully, they were just going the same way. I turned back around and said nothing, not wanting to alarm Leon.


I was about a minute behind them at first but the pick up on the Impala was amazing so soon enough I was riding at a car distance behind the cab. I had to be steady and sneaky; I could not risk being see. The pretty girl was constantly looking back from the back window of the cab. If she recognized me, she would know something was up. Plus, I didn't want her to think that I was some sort of maniac after her. What kind of first impression would that be?

They drove for about fifteen minutes before the cab finally pulled over. We were somewhere in the outskirts of the city. It was some sort of apartment complex; it looked luxurious; from where they stood you could clearly see the Eiffel tower and most of Paris. I preceded to parking my ride behind a set of trees. Leon, the wig-haired man, and the pretty girl went for the front door. There, he made a gesture to her as if telling her to stay behind him and he knocked; no one came to the door.

Boom!

The whole second floor disappeared in a blink of an eye; the explosion sending sound waves that sent Leon to the floor, while protecting the pretty girl. The bang blinded me for a few seconds, but my reaction was instant…

"JILL!" I screamed to the top of my lungs.