A/N: So this is my first, non-oneshot Resident Evil FanFiction and I am super nervous! This is a "sucked in!" plot but I have had this idea looming in the back of my head for a while now and decided that instead of continuously thinking about it, it was time to put my hands to use and type. This story will have dual first-person point of views, I will clarify it as much as possible and hopefully it will be easy to differ since the two characters personalities are almost opposites. I will try my absolute best to make this story unique and keep the Capcom characters not OOC and realistic. Now that I have all long author-ish junk out of the way, I hope you join me in this journey that I call, Balance of Nature and I am happy to have you here. Read and review! Enjoy y'all!

Disclaimer: I own nothing except for the Black twins, the rest belongs to Capcom.

Balance of Nature

Chapter 1: Sucked In

There is a saying, 'Everything in nature is about balance'. A short one sentence quote that relates to the infamous philosophical concept. The balance of nature. A concept that the majority of the human population agrees with and understands. The concept that states that disturbing the balance of nature will negatively impact the future.

However, dear reader, what if I told you that the quote - the theory - is not as black and white as it appears.

What would you say if I tell you that the concept is not all true. Perhaps your actions in the world you live in would not affect yours, but a completely different one, in a different galaxy, in a different universe that is an infinite and unknown number of miles away. If your actions are non-affecting, is that a positive sign? Perhaps in another world where there is no distinguishable difference between what is reality and what is fantasy.

However, imagine being stuck in this type of world. Although unless you are of godly kind, that is very unlikely.

In whichever world you reside in, fiction, reality, fantasy, I have only one word of advice. For every and any decision that arrives your way, whatever you choose to do, choose wisely.

Alex

"You cannot be serious!" I testified sharply, plastering a deadly glare on my face. Crossing my arms over my chest, I strided towards him in hope of reasoning.

Noah snapped back, "Better believe it, sis." He gave me a challenging tone, "I'm not leaving." He stood up from the old brown couch and walked towards his video game console.

He was playing video games. Again. I still did not understand why he spent so much precious time wasted on that stupid console that I have never touched in my life. However, Noah was no video game nerd, in fact we was one of the best athletes, let alone one of the most popular males at Brooklyn High School.

Noah was all around athlete, praised by teachers, girls, and teammates. His reputation was beyond high, I wondered how the school or the college scouts would react if they found out my twin brother - athlete Noah - was a couch potato in private. A complete, annoying, lazy, couch potato.

Although ruining his rep was tempting, I could not. For when people thought of Noah, they thought of me, Alex. The Black twins. One of them a superstar athlete and the other an overachiever. The siblings that were the definition of perfect, always got along, always were polite, always were friendly.

Little did anyone know what we were like in private. When the Black twins brawled - which was often- , nobody, not even the most eager viewer would want a front seat ticket.

I threatened, "I held dibs on the family room tonight," The flatscreen television powered on with the console's logo in view. It looked like a letter 'p' with other letters I did not care enough to read. I said, "My friends are waiting downstairs to watch America's Best Model. Get out."

One thing that was certain, I was definitely not giving up the television rights tonight. I had already informed my parents - who were out of town - about my little get together of inviting my friends to watch the finale.

But what was irritating was Noah could play his video games somewhere else, like in the living room. Being Noah, he disagreed and said the large HD TV was the ideal place to play and he would not budge. Now I am stuck sharing the family room with the most annoying creature on the planet.

"Your friends? Is the hot blonde one here?" He said with a dopey grin that I had the strong urge to smack off his face.

"You're disgusting." I snorted, rolling my eyes.

He took ahold of the remote and exclaimed, "Oh, hey! If you don't mind, could you invite your friends to the party tomorrow? The hot ones, of course. And don't bother inviting Amy, that girl won't leave me the hell alone. Does she understand what 'no' means?"

"Party? What party?"

"The party. Tomorrow night. Here." He said as if I was not catching along. Oh, I understood it alright, but I did not like it.

"Here?" I asked incredulously. How dared he plan to throw a party without asking me! Or our parents. I burst out, "I have a study date with Tom here tomorrow night! And he asked me!"

He objected, "Does it look like I care? The party is happening and you can't do anything about it, suck it up." He waved me off, "Now can you please get lost. I'm trying to play."

After allowing him to finish his sentence, I immediately lunged for the console controller that was sitting atop the coffee table. When Noah finally realized the controller was in my grasp, he tried to grab it from me. However, I simply held it out of reach and ran to the other side of the couch.

His blue eyes that were the same shade as mine, narrowed at me.

"Give that back, right now. I will fight you for it, sis." He declared.

"Bring it on, bro."

Noah quickly jumped over the couch in an athletic manner and tried to snatch the controller. I would not let him and kept it nuzzled between my stomach and arms, I could feel the joystick move and buttons were pushed. He wrapped his arms around me in an attempt to seize it. After a few seconds, he became more aggressive and I did as well. I immediately began to kick him, aiming where the sun does not shine. Noah took hits but wrestled me to the ground, with the controller still in my hand, I accidentally pressed buttons with shapes plastered on it. Oddly, I heard music running in the background.

"Stop it!" He yelled and with a final force of strength he managed to take hold of the controller.

I huffed in frustration and tried to snatch it back but stopped when I noticed the screen changed to the game he wished to play. Barely paying attention to the screen, the only thing I saw was a male holding a girl's hand in a rush and the 'press start' option at the bottom.

In a last attempt to take the controller, I jumped over the couch and body checked Noah who just tapped a button.

However, when he fell - which he did - as did I. How I managed to fall is unknown but I fell beside Noah. But I could not see him - or anything in that matter -.

Oddly, instead of hearing him complain or whine, I heard a completely different voice. Two words that were spoken in a ghostly like tone. The words were, "Resident Evil."

Rubbing my head where the impact from the ground hit, I hastily opened my eyes to be encircled with darkness, pure pitch black. I could not move, speak or hear. White ringing filled my ears and my thoughts were cloudy. My thoughts then became empty and it was difficult to catch air. It felt as if I was lost in a deadly void for eternity.

Reality was the whole event occurred in a few mere seconds before my senses came dizzying back at once.

When I woke, the bright light of the living room did not fill my shut eyes. Curiously, I slowly opened my eyes. But instead of the white ceiling filling my eyesight, a foggy gray sky interrupted my view. I knitted my eyebrows together and squinted harder to find trees without leaves. The amount of trees made it seem like a forest, a lonely forest.

And I was in that forest.

Where am I? I thought as scanned the surroundings with my eyes, not moving one inch and looking out of the corner of eye. The ground was covered with dirt and brown, crusty leaves.

Perhaps I was dreaming.

I read in an article one time, that there was a such thing as lucid dreaming in which a person was aware that they are dreaming. In their lucid dreams, they could control their actions and are able to fully harness all of their senses but they could not feel physical pain. However, what I did not understand is how I managed to fall asleep after my fight with Noah.

Ugh, Noah.

When I woke up I would beat the crap out of him.

All I remembered was in a last attempt of victory, I tried to bodycheck him into the couch but I fell with him. That was all that came to mind. If I was dreaming as of now, did that mean I had fallen unconscious? That seemed unlikely, considering the push was not close enough to actually injure a person.

Tilting my head sideways, a throbbing pain immediately cursed through my head and ran throughout my neck. I winced and held my head and felt my heart race.

The pain…it felt all too real. How was it possible that I could feel physical pain in my dream?

Unless I was not dreaming.

I realized I was no longer at home, Brooklyn did not have forests like this and fall was not even the next season to arrive in New York. Expecting warm weather to hit my face, a cold gust of wind breezes past. If I was not dreaming, or in Brooklyn, where was I?

"Where am I?" I whispered to myself in panic.

Taking gasps of air, I patted my body and noticed I was wearing the same outfit before I ended up here - wherever here was - . Skinny jeans, a comfortable sweater with a black v-neck underneath and runners. The clothes were already covered in dirt and a few cuts because of the fallen branches had marked my arm. My head continued to pound and I was able to hear my heart drum inside of my chest. Luckily, the throbbing had fairly diminished but as I felt the front of forehead, a small lump had developed.

I slowly used the support of my hands and stood up from the uncomfortable ground.

Instinctively, I searched the pocket of my jeans and hoodie. The need to see my forehead in the camera or the reflective screen was longing. I also had the strong desire to find out where the hell I was mirror and find out where the hell I was. Not only was I confused where I was, I was also frightened. I needed to get home.

Finally finding my phone, I quickly turned it on and look cell signal. Nothing. Groaning in frustration, I began walking around the area, following a man made path in hopes of receiving a reception. I opened the camera and looked at my reflection.

What directly caught my attention at first glance was the large bruise that was planted at the top right corner of my forehead. Splotches of purple and blue coloured the area and did not look pleasant. The unpleasantness was accompanied by my wild dark hair that I had put in a loose ponytail. A few scratches also made their way on my face.

As I finished up examining the cuts and bruise, I was ready to continue my search for signal but was taken aback as I saw something. Stopping in my tracks, my jaw slightly dropped and my phone almost slipped from my sweaty hands.

The time read 4:35 PM, August 27th, 2012. The exact date when I fought with Noah and eerily, the exact time as well. What was more odd, the time did not change. Not one minute or second went up, it was as if time had stopped. But that would be impossible for as I stood as of now, time was occurring, the wind was blowing and the birds were flying. Could my phone be broken? But everything else worked perfectly fine.

Instead of walking, I fell into a jog, a frantic jog. As I followed the wide secluded path, I always scanned my surroundings for any sign of identification where I was.

The path seemed to go on forever until I found a house.

Thank the lord, I really needed to talk to someone and get answers.

Before I approached the house, I heard something. A groan. The sound continued and was deep. The very noise caused a chill to run down my spine and I stood stationary. I had no idea what that was and had no intention of finding out.

The groan suddenly disappeared and in the faraway distance I could see a few men. With a smile plastered on my face, I ran towards them. The two men are of noticeable age and wear farming clothing with hats. One of them carried a pitchfork which was uneasy.

I exclaimed, "Excuse-excuse me!" I waved a hand in their face as they acted as I was not there. "I'm sorry but would you mind telling me where this is?"

The men suddenly shot their heads my way, their eyes hardened. I did not ask anymore questions as they shouted, "Un forastero!" What the…

Before I could respond, the men lunged at me.

With mere seconds to dodge the attack, I fall backwards on my butt. Choking for deep breath of air, sweat creased on my forehead and my heart pounded in my ears. Why are they attacking me! The men continued to approach and I slide and used my hands to move backwards. What do I do?, I asked myself as I clumsily stood and turned on my heel. The house came in view and I attempted to get to it with looking behind me to see the men close on my tail. As I ran to the house, I heard them yell at me. The language they are speaking is spanish although I took it in High School, I did not understand what they were saying. A few keywords ringed in my head like 'outside', however the rest was unknown.

My feet took me closer and closer to the house and I prayed I did not trip. Finally arriving at the small house, before entering through the doorway, the man's pitchfork pierces the wooden wall.

It nearly skimmed me.

After I shut the door and locked it tight, I leaned against the wall and closed my eyes, gasping for air. What the hell is going on? I slid down the wall and cupped my head into my hands. I blinked rapidly to prevent myself from crying. I did not know where I was or what is going on but all I want is to go home.

"Who are you?" A sudden clear raspy voice asked.

A/N: That's a wrap for Chapter One! Sorry for that cliffhanger! Thank you all for reading and I hope you guys enjoyed it. Should I continue? What do you think of my characters? Want more? Tell me what you think, review! I appreciate and am grateful for any criticism or compliments. See you guys soon!