A/N: Hey guys, here I am with a new story and I am really glad to be publishing once again. The story is set peripherally in the Resident Evil Universe in the year 2010. It's my first time writing drama among other things, which are way out of my comfort zone (to be honest I could call it a big experiment)so I am little anxious about the story, but I still hope you all enjoy it. Now without much further ado please proceed to the story.

Disclaimer: I don't own Resident Evil or any of its characters that will be appearing throughout the story; they all belong to Capcom. The story plot is completely imaginary and is not representative of anything or anyone; any resemblance to anything living or dead is purely coincidental. If you find the story's contents hurtful or offensive then I highly regret that.

Prologue

It was a bright sunny day, much like what one would expect in the 3rd week of June. It wasn't that hot and humid but comfortably warm, and it couldn't be any more perfect for any kind of outdoor social event. In this case, it was a wedding and not just some ordinary wedding but a high class, high profile wedding event hosted by one of the wealthiest and well-known businessmen in the United States of America, whose only daughter was getting married.

The party was hosted at the grand garden of the host's very own mansion. The plants of the gardens were in full bloom, as if it was the start of spring, and its grass couldn't get any greener. A long red carpet was rolled out to make a path for the guests, and round tables were arranged on either side of the carpet. All the chairs were set to face the marble white gazebo that stood at the centre of it all. It was also laden with flowery vines and seemed like a marrying place set for the Greek gods and goddesses.

The lovely wedding venue was being made livelier by the people present to attend the wedding. The children were playing on the lavish green lawn, while the men and women were engaged in their trivial talks. There were a variety of prominent people present to attend the wedding, ranging from businessmen to celebrities to politicians, including the President of the country.

President Adam Benford politely thanked the old man, whom he knew to be the butler of the mansion from his previous visit just yesterday, as the latter man served the former a welcome drink. Once the President grabbed a glass of refreshing cocktail, the butler asked him if he needs anything more. The first man answered in negative and the old butler went on his way to serve the other guests. The President sipped on his drink and looked around a little, noticing that the maids and menservants of the mansion were hard at work with rest of the wedding management staff, since there were a lot of guests to attend.

It wasn't that long before people came over to greet the President, and he got occupied with casual chats and small talks, while they waited for the wedding to start. It was only when the elderly priest took his place under the gazebo at the decided time of the ceremony that all the guests went back to their tables. It wasn't long before the groom walked up to the altar with the best man by his side. The smile on his face was making it obvious that he was more than happy about getting married.

Now the only thing missing for the wedding to commence was the beautiful bride. A silence fell over the area as everyone waited for the father of the bride, their host, to walk her to the groom. People started looking around for any sign of them and the President was no different, as he turned in his seat to see the single bridesmaid waiting for them at the other end of the red carpet, along with the little flower girl, the ring bearer, their mothers and an elderly maid.

"Ahem… Excuse me", the President looked in the direction where the voice sounded from, and found a young man standing by his side, "Good Morning, Sir!", the man greeted him.
"Good Morning!", the President wished him back.
"I am Mr. Richardson's head of security", the man spoke with a courteous smile, "Actually one of your security men had demanded to check the food and I just wanted to inform them that caterers had just brought it in, but all the security staff look the same and I am quite confused, so I'm sorry I have to trouble you."
"It's not a bother", the President answered waving a hand casually, "Davis…", he looked meaningfully at one of his bodyguards.
"I'm already on it, sir", Davis responded and talked to one of his colleagues over their private communication line, "I'll come with you", he spoke to the host's bodyguard, "Jones will be replacing me, sir."
"Alright", the President gave him a nod and the two bodyguards went on their way.

It took some 10-15 minutes for the Jones to get to the table and he apologized for his delay, as he took a seat at the table with the President. The older man dismissed that indifferently, since he already had three other bodyguards by his side besides Jones and a lot more USSS agents scattered around the mansion grounds. The President looked at his watch it had been some 15-20 minutes since the Priest and groom took their places and still there was no sign of bride. He could feel the impatience of the guests around him, as some people started to murmur and complain about such an unexpected delay.

"Shouldn't they be starting by now?", The President thought out loud, looking back from the place where the bridesmaid was waiting to the gazebo where groom and priest were waiting.
"The bride must have gotten cold feet, Sir", one of his bodyguard said looking around.
"Looks like it", the President spoke letting out a sigh.

The Priest looked at his watch and then at the groom, who seemed a little anxious as he stood waiting for the bride. The Priest took a step towards the groom and asked about the bride, telling him that the lord shouldn't be kept waiting. The groom smiled and handled the situation by telling the priest that maybe the bride might be having a nervous breakdown or something, before turning to his best man and telling him to call the father of the bride and check on them.

The best man called the groom's to be father-in-law but couldn't reach him. The groom tried to call the man himself but the results were the same, so he tried to call his bride. The President could clearly make out all of this commotion since his seat was right in the front. The groom turned to the crowd and walked to a nearby table where a woman in her late 50s sat with her family. He talked to the people on the table collectively and then to another man sitting on table next to them. They had a small conversation before the man and woman started calling the bride and her father. When they could not reach them, the older woman looked around, called over a young maid by her name and asked her to go call the bride and her father, since all the guests had already been waiting for them for so long.

The young maid immediately hurried towards the mansion building and another maid walked to join her, as people stared after them. Although, it was pretty usual to have delays in weddings but somehow the President couldn't shake off a grim feeling about this all, maybe it was his instinct that he developed over the time when he was in military. The groom and that elderly man kept trying to call the father of the bride and bride herself for another five minutes.

The maids haven't been gone that long when the murmurs of the guest was broken by a distant yet a very distinct scream, that was clearly audible in the almost silent morning air. The President looked at his bodyguards who had taken a defensive stance after hearing that, much like the rest of the security personnel in the area. Almost everyone turned to look at the mansion, where the scream had sounded from. The mansion's security personnel made a run towards the mansion, followed by the groom and the older man and woman whom he was talking to followed behind him in a quick pace, and many of the people present there followed.

The President lifted himself off the chair to address the situation as well, but his bodyguards told him that he should remain seated and their men were already checking out the situation. The President told his bodyguards that he wants to personally see what had happened since it concerns one of his old friends, and after a brief disagreement they agreed to take him to the mansion.

As the President scaled up the steps of the mansion, he found a huge crowd of the people inside the mansion talking simultaneously among each other. The President's bodyguard made way for him and he walked through a corridor, where he found more of his men around one of the rooms, at the end of the corridor. One of them was talking on the phone and two other were talking to the maids, who had gone to call the bride and her father. The maids appeared to be slightly scared and weren't able to speak properly. The groom, bridesmaid and a few other people, who seemed like close friends or relatives were there too.

"What the hell do you mean that you can't find her?", the groom almost yelled at the group of menservants, as the President neared them.
"Aiden, just relax!", the man who was calling the host along with him said, but it was obvious from the older man's expressions that he was as disturbed as the groom.
"I can't Mr. Clark", the groom said, "I am going to look for her myself", with that he hurried way from the scene, not even pausing to acknowledge the President as he walked past the first man.

"Mr. President Sir", the agent who was talking on the phone addressed him, when he noticed the First man's presence.
"What is the matter here?", President Benford asked the agent.
"Mr. Richardson is found dead", the agent answered stepping out of the President's line of sight, "And his daughter is missing too. I have already informed the police."

The words really surprised the President and he turned his head to look inside the room, which seemed to be the study. His old friend was on the chair behind his desk and anyone could say that he was dead from just looking at him once, from the way his eyes blankly stared into nothingness. It was hard for the President to believe that such a misfortune fell upon the jolly man and his beautiful daughter, who he had met just yesterday. He wanted to take a closer look at his friend but he didn't want to contaminate the crime scene.

It wasn't long before the Police arrived at the scene of crime and started to investigate the whole situation. The press reporters were already there to cover the wedding but now they were covering the so-called big news of the businessman's death and disappearance of his only daughter, the supposed bride. A team comprised of security personnel and policemen searched the whole compound of the mansion to look for the missing daughter of the businessman but she was nowhere to be found, while another team examined the things in the study and questioned the maid who saw the dead body first. The guests were also questioned by the police if they saw the bride or anything suspicious.

"The maids say one of them followed the sound of Mr. Richardson's phone ring, while the other went up to check on the daughter", one of the agents on the President's security reported to him, "The phone ring led the maid to study where she found the dead body, making her scream and the second maid heard her while she was looking for the daughter, so she immediately rushed to the study after hearing the scream. The daughter couldn't be found anywhere and the press is already spreading the word about the missing woman. The police suspect it could be a murder and run or a murder and kidnapping or a double murder case."

"I see", the President acknowledged the whole situation.
"Sir, I suggest we should head back", another agent said to him in a polite tone.
Even before the President responded to him one of the agent's phone ring interrupted him, "Excuse me sir, it's from the team at the airport", Agent Davis told him and the President gave him a nod to take the call, "Yes", he answered the phone, stepping further away.
"So, sir should we make arrangements to leave?", the agent asked him once again, as the detectives investigating the case hurried past them and out of the mansion.
And again before he could answer he was interrupted, "Mr. President, the daughter's been found!", Davis informed in a tone of urgency, "She was in Kennedy's car and he has been held by the airport police for kidnapping her!"
"Get the car immediately, we are heading straight for the airport", the President ordered the agents.

The President's order was executed at once, and his armored car was brought by the time he made his way out of the big mansion door. He got in his car and bid his old friend farewell, while he headed out to aid another friend of his. He knew Kennedy personally and knew he couldn't kidnap anyone but to make sure of everything he had to be there to learn about the situation. As his car drove out of the mansion gates, he hoped that the situation could still be controlled.

A/N: Thanks a bunch for taking out time to read the story and I really hope you enjoyed it! I am really, really sorry if there were any typos or grammatical mistakes that might have been confusing or caused an inconvenience in comprehending the text. I would really appreciate it if you could share your views about the chapter.

Also, I just want to let you guys know that although prologue is in third person perspective but the rest of the story is going to be in first person perspective, and that updates will be weekly. That's all then, Have a good day! :D