Before Ada Wong

Author's note: I do not own Resident Evil, nor will I ever own it.

I wasn't always an international super spy. I used to be just a normal being, until I decided to change my life for many reasons. Here is where my story started, the first time I met Chris Redfield. Yes, I knew the BSAA member very well. We had even become best friends, but that was before everything played out. And I deserved for him to forget about me, along with everyone else. I'm not going to dwell on that though, now moving on.

"Hey momma, can I go outside and tan for a little bit?" I questioned, running my hand through my smooth, straight raven locks that trailed down to my chest. I had on a purple string bikini, as I stood by the scarlet door.

"In that? Good GOD! You look like a cow!" Richard commented, as he passed on by.

"I didn't ask you." I sneered, glaring at the blonde haired man.

"Attitude, and yes you can go tan, but only for an hour or so." Momma replied, her Chinese accent strong.

Picking up my off white lawn chair, I chose a comfortable spot to sit, directly in the sunlight. As I placed my sunglasses on I noticed from the corner of my eyes that a boy was walking in my direction.

"Yes?" I straightened my body as he approached. He had short chocolate brown hair, emerald green eyes, and a cute little nose.

"Hey, I'm Chris Redfield, your new neighbor."

"Oh that's right, I had forgotten that you had just moved here." Smiling I took his hand in mine, giving it a gentle shake. "I'm Amythist Wong, and it's a pleasure to meet you."

"The pleasure is all mine" He stated, making me blush.

"Well I'm tanning Chris, but you're more than welcome to stay and talk. I have another chair inside." I offered.

"Oh no, I'll just sit on the grass." Instantly plopping down beside me, he gave a big grin.

"So Chris, what grade are you going to?" I leaned back, relaxing.

"Seventh grade, they held me back. My dad says it's because I'm so stupid."

Slightly gasping, I was astounded at his answer. "That's rude, I'm sure your dad is wrong. I don't think you're the slightest bit stupid. But we will be in the same grade together."

"Really?!" His eyes lightened up.

"Yeah, maybe we'll even have some classes together."

His grin grew, "I sure hope so. That would be pretty cool."

Suddenly there was a loud bang. Quickly I swished around to see that Richard had flung the front door open.

"Amythist put on a shirt! You're going to give that poor boy nightmares!" He yelled out to me from the porch.

Not even a moment later, a large blue shirt landed in my lap. When I heard the door close, I began to place the shirt over my torso.

"Don't put it on, I think you're gorgeous without it." A slight blush crossing my face, Chris took the shirt from me, and sat it on the ground. "You have a great body, show it off." We smiled at each other. About five minutes or so passed by before the door opened again.

"Well, well, what do we have here?"

I opened my eyes to have a bleach blonde man standing in front of me. "Hey!" I sat up.

"What am I blocking your sun?" He asked a sly smile on his face.

"Quincy, go away!" I growled, annoyed.

"Nah, I don't think I will. In fact, I'll join you." He sat down on the other side of me, placing a hand on my upper thigh.

As a reflex I smacked it away, "Don't touch me." I demanded.

"Make me you little bitch!" He snorted back at me.

"Don't talk to her like that." Chris stood up, and moved to Quincy.

Standing up, Quincy still wore a snide smirk. "Why don't you make me, huh?' Chris stood a few good inches taller than Quincy.

"Say something like that to her again, and I'll show you." He threatened, as Quincy's smirk widened.

"You little slut, what did you do offer your services for him to stick up for you?" Before he could even turn back to Chris, he was on the ground holding his face. Chris just unclenched his fist, crossing his arms. "How dare you!" He rose back up, stumbling a bit. Chris reared back his fist once more, and Quincy busted back inside.

"What a dick." Chris stated, returning to his spot by my side.

"Thank you, I absolutely loathe my step- father's Satan spawn."

He grabbed my hand, "Anytime Amy, I enjoyed punching his ugly face."

Giggling I smiled, "I was honored to be able to watch."

"Amythist! Back inside now!" Momma shouted, and I shot up to my feet.

"843-282-9461" Chris said.

"What?" I wondered in confusion as he stood by me.

"It's my phone number, you can call me anytime. 843-282-9461"

With that I left him with a smile, as I swooped up my chair and went on inside. Rushing to my room, I quickly picked up my notebook and pen. "843-282-9461~ Chris Redfield, my new best friend.