Author: So this is the beginning to Part 2. This will, as I've mentioned on my profile, will be centered around the Spencer Mansion and Raccoon City incidents. Through this you will meet new and old characters and see events that you may think you know, but are not as they seem. That's all I'm going to say currently. If you have any questions, feel free to ask. Some of the chapters will be a bit.. short, but as it progresses they'll hopefully get longer. Enjoy the first two chapters of Part 2.~ n_n


[February 10, 1997 (Unknown)]

The year is 1997. The S.T.A.R.S. have been around for almost a year now as it was founded in April of 1996. It is said that it is calm before any storm. This is true and has been proven. You can tell this by each storm you observe.

It was time for the fun begin. It was time for her to be awoken. 21 years of being in a tank was plenty of time to observe the aspects of the virus inside her. It had long since merged with her body fully. She could not live without it. It was a part of her.

The tank she was contained in slowly began to drain as knobs were turned. Hands calculated the drainage time and waited accordingly. Ten minutes.

Ten minutes he waited for the liquid to empty from around the bare form of the youthful woman inside. Ten minutes he took to observe her.

Yes, she was pretty, but not beautiful. Her long white hair floated about her body, some strands twirling around the cords connected to her body.

The results from prior tube subjects suggested that her memory would be messed up for awhile until it healed. How long was unknown.

William Birkin was fascinated with the woman. With Subject Twelve. She had no altercations in her physical form aside from the fact that she was supposed to be in her forties (45 if you wish to get technical) and yet she looked like a teenager.

The virus itself was so interesting. It combated anything and everything they put into her body and instantly destroyed the threat the toxins brought. Somehow hers was different from the others.

Ten minutes passed and the girl was laying at the base of her tank, slumped against the side. The glass door slid to the side. He crouched before her, stripping her body of the cords. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her before pulling her out of the tank.

He sat her down in a chair close by and made sure she was covered before he went to get his new partner.

He missed his old partner in the labs. Albert Wesker was a brilliant scientist, though his antisocial ways made it extremely difficult to hold even the simplest of things with, like a conversation. He loved to tease the strange man he considered his friend. It was too much fun. He recalled the last time he had seen the man he had pestered him about finding a girlfriend. He, himself, was another story entirely. He was married already with a beautiful daughter.

He returned with the man, who hovered as he messed with stuff around the room, shutting down the tank.

She began to stir and so he directed his attention to her shifting form. She turned her head, coughing as she kept her eyes sealed shut.

He kneeled before her as she tested her sight but then decided against it when her eyes hurt. "Awake at last!" He said with a cheerful tone.

"Nggghhh.." She groaned.

"Hold on, I'm about to get you some clothes. How much do you know?" He asked, reaching up to turn her head from side to side.

She opened her eyes and her blue orbs studied him. "I.. I'm.. not sure..." She grumbled, closing her eyes. "Where.. am I?"

His new partner stood silently behind him, his arms folded against his chest. He was tall, lankly and lean, his body clad in a tight black army shirt under a white lab coat. He wore black pants that trailed down over boots.

He had reddish gold hair spiked like it always was, but it was longer now, to his shoulders, and his blue orbs were deep and dark. He now stood around 6'2. He had also grown up. He was now 47 years old. He had aged quite a lot but he looked to be in his thirties.

Shiloh Winters was just as brilliant as Albert Wesker, but not as dark.

"You're at.." William paused, considering his words carefully.

"I wouldn't worry about it. You're safe here." Shiloh put in, most of the quietness from his past having eroded after years spent with Spencer as a scientist.

The girl looked up at the quiet man and squinted. She glanced between the two and frowned. "Who are you?" She whispered.

"William Birkin. With me is Shiloh Winters. We're scientist. How are you feeling, miss Alexandria?" The mousy brunette answered, checking her pupils while she watched them.

She smiled and her eyes rolled. "Tired.." They drifted close.

Shiloh and Birkin exchanged glances before the former shook his head. The latter left to get her some clothes to wear.

This left the quiet man with the drowsy girl. He crouched before her and leaned toward her, eyes narrowed. "You lied to us, Saria. You lied. You said you'd visit. You never did. I should have known better." He said with a sigh.

"I waited for you. I waited. You never came back.. and so now that you're here I'm at a loss as to what to do.. I can't explain the rage I felt at first. The consumable and utter anger towards you." He stood and scowled at her. "If you could die I'd kill you, but I doubt a bullet would end your life.. no, instead I have to make you suffer." He swore softly.

Birkin entered and that conversation, though one-sided, was cut to an end.

"Let's get her clothed then.. hell, I don't know what to do with her after." William scratched his neck as a female assistant entered and the pair stepped outside while she dressed Alexandria.

It would be an interesting day for Birkin.


[July 19, 1997 (Unknown)]

"Forest! Stop that!"

"What?! I'm not doing anything!"

"You took my drink! Where'd you put it?"

"On your desk, jeez."

"Oh, good. Now go away Forest. Chris, come here. You need to sign this paper."

"What paper?"

"The one on your desk that I'm looking at."

"Jill, I'll get to it here in a few. I have other things to do. Captain Wesker needs me for something."

"Alright, alright. Tell him I said hello and that I'm taking off early today."

"Sure thing- Hey, captain!"

"Hello, Christopher. What took you so long?"

"Sorry, Jill needed to talk to me. She says hello and that she's taking off early today."

"Mmm. I see."

"What did you need, captain?"

"I want you to study these papers and find the connections of these events."

"Alright sir. I'll leave you be."

"One more thing, Redfield."

"Yeah?"

"Sign that paper."