Hello! This story is for my friend T.W, to give her something to read while she's away is France! For some reason she absolutely loves this couple and practically begged me to write a fic about them.
For obvious reasons, I'm making Sherry a little bit older than she is in the game (yes T.W, I know you're disappointed). Sherry will be about 17 and Alfred will be his normal age, about 27. I know it doesn't add up, but I'm not a pervert that way! Just take the events of the Resident Evil 2 and Code: Veronica and separate them by a few years, O.k? XD Anyway, hope you enjoy the fic T.W, and anyone else who cares to read!
Disclaimer : I do not own Resident Evil, Sherry Birkin, Alfred Ashford, Alexia Ashford or any other characters in the game that I use in the story.
Warning : This story may/probably will contain sexual themes, slight twincest, perverted Alfred and helpless Sherry. *evil laugh* If this will likely offend anyone, STOP READING NOW and don't leave any bitchy comments please. Also, if any of the content within this story is not allowed, inform me and I will remove it from the site. :-
Now the fun can begin! *yay!*
Sherry Birkin sat at the edge of the single-sized bed, silently saying goodbye to the bedroom that had once been hers. Her eyes sadly scanned the bare walls and the empty shelves. Everything looked so different without the posters and the stuffed animals. It made Sherry feel like she had been thrown back in time, to when she had first been given the room, about six years ago. She had hated the room's glum atmosphere and had asked permission to decorate it to suit her. Sherry could remember drawing loads of pictures to stick up on the wall. She had always loved to draw and paint, every since she was little. That's why it had been so hard to pack the posters away. They held so many memories. Drawings of her and her parents, hand in hand. Drawings of her old dog Mae that had died when she was seven. Drawings of her time with Claire and Leon. Sherry put all of her memories onto A4 pieces of paper, in the form of cute little sketches, so that she would never, ever forget them.
Sherry had been told, rather bluntly by Wesker, that all she needed for where she was going was clothes. She had been forbidden to take her pictures along with her or any of her toys. This had obviously upset Sherry, but she wasn't one to make a fuss. She was a quiet girl. Against Weskers stern orders though, Sherry packed, along with the small variety of clothes she owned, an old Beanie Baby kitten she had been given at birth and a picture she had drawn featuring everybody she could ever remember meeting. She had drawn it about a year ago, her ten year old self right at the front of the crowd with Claire to her right and her parents to her left.
It was quite upsetting to have packed all her things, filling only one small, pink suitcase. Sherry hadn't been given many luxuries during her six year long stay with Wesker . The coolest thing Sherry owned was Claire's red leather vest, which still was rather baggy on her. Sherry was petite for her age, which she didn't like. But again, Sherry wasn't one to make a fuss. She did wonder though. Where was she going to go now? Why was she leaving now, after her long stay here?
"Goodbye bed, goodbye floor, goodbye shelves..." Sherry began to get all teary-eyed as she whispered her farewells. "... goodbye walls, goodbye door." Sherry stood up from her seat on the bed and started to walk towards the door. She was really leaving now, really. Actually, this was the fifth time she had gotten up to leave today, each time she couldn't bring herself to do it. "Come on Sherry, you can do it." She told herself. Her legs began to tremble and suddenly, she just stopped walking. "Oh no, come on legs!" She told her legs. There was nothing wrong with them, this was all psychological.
"Sherry Birkin, it's time to go! You've been packing for five hours now! You don't even have many belongings!" Wesker's personal assistant, Janet's high heels could be heard clonking up the stairs to Sherry's room, but her slightly irritated tone was louder. "Christ Sherry! How long have you been up here, saying goodbye?" The woman exclaimed when she opened the door, seeing that Sherry was having difficulty. Sherry just shrugged sheepishly in reply and Janet sighed at her, feeling a mixture of sympathy and impatience. The assistant grabbed Sherry's light suitcase by its handle with her right hand and Sherry's arm with the other. "Come on!" She yelled and Sherry's legs where scared back into functioning.
Outside, standing by a rather fancy looking jet, Wesker waited for his assistant and Sherry to leave. He wasn't going to drive Sherry to her destination, he was just going to bid her farewell. After all, he had grown attached to the girl. He had pretty much served as 'dad' (or at least 'uncle' ) for an important part or her youth and now he had to let her go. This wasn't his choice. If it were up to him, she would stay under his watch at Umbrella where she belonged. He began to go over the events of just a few days ago, to when he truly lost her.
Wesker sat at his desk, looking over some important but boring papers involving Umbrella when his phone rang. He looked at the number, confused and suspicious when he saw it was from an unknown caller. He didn't even recognize the number. Making sure his phone was set to 'untraceable', Wesker clicked the button to answer the call.
"Hello?" Wesker said.
"My darling Mr Wesker, how have you been after so many years?" A soft, British female voice came from the other end of the line, and the familiarity sent shivers down Wesker's spine, but he couldn't quite remember who's voice it was.
"Who is this?" He said cautiously, removing his black shades.
"Why Mr Wesker! Don't you remember me? Hehe, you never were one for remembering things, where you? That was Birkin's job, wasn't it?" Giggling, the voice mocked the confused man. That giggle practically punched Wesker's memory into working properly, and suddenly he knew.
"A-Alexia? Alexia Ashford? N-no, this can't be-"
"Bingo! Hehe, how does it feel to be talking to a ghost, Mr Wesker?"
"You died! You're supposed to be dead! I saw you die! I killed you for fuck sake!" Wesker was out of his office chair and frantically walking around his office in anger. He couldn't believe it! This couldn't be happening!
"Oh do calm down you silly man! Relax and don't worry so much! You'll have a heart attack with any luck! Hehehehe!"
"How are you still alive?"
"Ah well, that's a secret!" Alexia teased her ex co-worker before bursting out in childish giggles.
"And your freak of a twin? Is he still breathing?" Wesker asked, more to offend her than anything else.
"Yes, Alfred is very much alive, thank you for asking Wesky!" Wesker flinched at the "Wesky" part. It brought back memories of when they had worked together when Alexia was ten. She had endlessly either called him "Mr Wesker" or "Wesky". It was just an unpleasant blast from the past.
"Oh, well thank God the other one is alive too!" Wesker made sure his sarcasm was overly obvious.
"Aw, that's so sweet of you! But enough about that. Let's play a game." Alexia cheerfully sang. Wesker didn't like the sound of this.
"A game? Just how old are you, Alexia?"
"Aw come on Wesky! It'll be such fun! How about a guessing game? I'll go first, alright? Hmm, let me think... Oh, I know! Guess which one of your workers I am holding hostage!" Wesker's pupils suddenly shrunk a few sizes and inside he was screaming. That bitch!
"What did you say?"
"My my, your hearing is terrible! I said, guess which one of your workers I am holding hostage! Shall I give you a small clue? Well, okay. She's female, skinny, Chinese and her name is Ada Wong. Have any idea who it might be yet?" Alexia taunted. She could practically feel Wesker's anger and it pleased her greatly.
"I don't believe you for a second, Alexia!" Wesker tried to take away some of her satisfaction but the woman just laughed evilly at his attempt.
"Oh, don't you? Such a shame I can't prove it to you! Oh, wait! I can!"
Suddenly, the computer that Wesker had had switched off flicked on, an array of different equations and numbers flashing around the screen before an option box popped up. "Do you want to accept video feed from source UNKNOWN? Yes/No" Wesker stayed silent for awhile, contemplating what he should do.
"Oh, do hurry on Wesky! Just click yes! You want to see if Ms Wong is alright, don't you?" Wesker felt like telling the woman to shut up, but instead he pressed 'yes'. The option box disappeared and on the screen appeared a live video of Alexia, smiling and still holding the phone she had been talking to him on to her ear. She waved and Wesker didn't wave back. He put the phone down. The blonde female did the same.
"Mr Wesker! How nice to see you again!" Alexia chirped through the computer.
"Where's Ada then?" Wesker barked bluntly. In all honesty, he didn't actually care about Ada's wellbeing. In fact, the sooner she was dead, the safer he was. If Alexia got Ada to let any of Umbrella's current secrets out, that would be bad for him and the company, especially if Alexia used those secrets in a smart way, which she would. She was a genius after all.
"Patience, my dear Mr Wesker. I want to make something very clear to you first, alright. I know that you don't give a damn about Ms Ada Wong's life. I know that you would rather save your own life than hers. Ms Wong knows that too. She's the same. We all are."
"What are you saying, Alexia! Don't try to put me in the same league as you!" Wesker yelled at Alexia's image.
"Just listen, you fool! Ms Wong is fully aware that you are a heartless bastard and she wouldn't even need to think twice about betraying you! That's what makes this all so fun!"
"You're bluffing! And why would you even need any of Umbrella's secret information? Your time here ended when you and your freak brother faked your death fifteen years ago!"
"Oh ho! I don't remember mentioning anything about Umbrella, Wesky. I don't want information. Though your fear of that ever happening may prove to be useful for me. No, I want revenge. I want to take something from you."
"I've got nothing you would want!"
"Oh, don't be so sure of that! Ms Ada told me of a little house guest you currently have living with you." Wesker went silent. No, she couldn't mean!
"Not-"
"Mr Wesker, I'm going to take Sherry Birkin away from you. This will be my revenge. Ms Ada says that you very much care for Sherry. How cute!"
"I'll never let you have Sherry!"
"Would you rather your whole company become infested with faulty DNA? All your experiments tampered with? All of your hard work gone, for nothing? Don't worry Mr Wesker, we'll keep Sherry safe. Hehehehe!"
"Why are you doing this? What do you even want with Sherry?"
"What I want with Sherry isn't important right now, though if you must know, she would make a nice assistant! My little personal slave! Ah ha! And as for why I am doing this... Well, revenge is at its sweetest when served to someone who truly deserves it."
"No! You can't!"
"You know where to deliver her. Same place, Rockford Island. Don't look so glum, Wesker, this is all for the best! At least Umbrella will be safe! Bring her here the day you get my next message, alright? Bye bye!" Alexia blew a kiss at Wesker before the screen went black. There was nothing that could be done now. He knew what Alexia was capable of. So, he would lose the closest thing to a daughter he had ever had, but at least, like Alexia said, Umbrella would be safe. Yes. That's the important thing.
Wesker was pulled out of his flashback by the sound of Janet's high-heels clanking down the Umbrella Facility's marble steps. He saw Sherry being dragged along, a slightly dazed look on her face. When she saw Wesker though, she smiled up at him. Even though Sherry felt awful, she forced a look of content because she didn't want to seem like she was sulking, which she wasn't. She just didn't want Wesker to worry.
"Uncle Albert! I thought you wouldn't be meeting me here!" Sherry shyly said. She knew how busy the man was.
"Yes, well I thought it best to see you off. Do you have everything?" Wesker eyed the pink suitcase, seeing that she'd followed his rather unfair orders and not packed anything important. Sherry nodded in reply and took her suitcase from Janet before standing still in front of Wesker.
"Bye Uncle Albert. I'll miss you." She didn't look up at him, she stared at her feet instead. She didn't want him to see her get all teary eyed. Albert Wesker grunted in return. He was the head of a corporation for God's sake! He couldn't be seen to have 'feelings'.
And that was it. All that was left to do now was get on the jet and fly to... where? Sherry didn't know because she didn't ask. She had been so distracted with everything that was going on. Now it was too late. Before she knew it, she was on the jet, staring out of the small window by her side as the ground got further and further away, and the Umbrella Corp. looked so small now. She couldn't even see Wesker anymore from her height.
"Goodbye home..." Sherry whispered as she drifted off into a sad sleep.
Well? O.k, not a very interesting first chapter but it will get better! Hope you continue reading! Review (but please don't be too harsh!)
Bye for now!