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Prologue


Wesker sat in his office, going over some papers Birkin had given him a few hours prior. He "hmm'd" to himself as he went over the numbers and sequences. The phone on his desk rang. Wesker glanced over the rim of his black sun-glasses, looking bored, at the caller ID.

It was his lawyer.

He picked it upwith a sigh, "Hello?"

"Mr. Wesker, It's me, Ted."

"The caller ID told me that much. What do you want, I'm busy."

"Sorry, sir. I'll get right to the point. I was contacted by one Norma Jennings from Jasperville, Maine. Concerning your sister, Alison Wineheart."

Wesker scribbled some notes, putting the phone on speaker, "Yes, what about her?"

"Well...I'm not sure how to say this...Um...There was...an accident..."

Wesker stoped his scribbling, glancing at the phone sharply, "What sort of accident?"

"She and her husband David lost control of their car in a recent storm on the way home...I'm sorry...they...didn't survive the crash."

Wesker leaned back against his chair, rubbing his temples slowly.

"Mr. Wesker?"

Wesker didn't move, "What?"

"You should know, as her only living relative, your sister left it in her will that in the event of her death, she named you as the guardian of her two children." The sound of rustling papers was heard. "The papers she faxed over says she has twin daughters. Susan and Charlotte."

"I know their names," Wesker said sitting up, running a hand through his slicked hair, "Where are they?"

"With a family friend."

Wesker cracked his neck, "I'll book a flight in the morning."

"Alright, what should I-"

::Click.::

Wesker hung up the phone. He opened a desk drawer, pulling out an old photograph. There stood himself, a twelve year old, wearing sunglasses, as usual, with his 8 year old sister. She sported brown hair tied back in a pig tail. She was forever clinging to his arm. Their mother stood beside them, flashing a peace sign at the one taking the picture, which Wesker knew to be his father. He stared at the girl for a few moments. He clenched his fist. With one sweep of his arm he shoved the papers, and most everything else off his desk with a vengeance. He slammed his fist down hard, denting the solid oak.

"Damn it!"

He stood there like that for a few more moments before inhaling deeply to regain his composure. Stiffly, he reached down and retrieved the phone, pressing the buttons with almost calculated movements. It rang twice before a female voice answered.

"Hello?"

" Cheryl, this is Wesker. Book me a flight to Maine immediately."

" Maine? But sir-"

"Just make the arrangments."

"I-well, okay sir...May I ask WHY?"

"No."

::Click::


A rather plain woman in a light red dress sat at her table, drinking a cup of warm tea. Her husband had left for work mere moments ago. She almost jumped as the sound of knocking comming from the front door. She let out a shakey laugh

"Look at me, all jumpy..." she chided herself as she rose and strode over to the door, opening it confidently. A tall, blonde man stood there. He wore all black, and a pair of sunglasses, despite the gloomy torm clouds rolling ahead. She straitened the skirt of her dress absentmindedly, "Hello? May I help you, sir?"

Wesker cleared his throat. "I'm here for the girls."

The woman let out a whoosh of breath. "Oh! You must be Albert! Alison always spoke very fondly of you..." she added, with a sad smile, "Please, come in. The girls are upstairs, I'll go get them." Wesker siad nothing as she turned and bustled upstairs. Wesker looked around. There were many pictures adorning the walls. Some of which were of his late sister and her family. It was a typical family home not unlike the one he and his sister had grown up in. The woman came downstairs a moment later holding, with difficulty, two rather large suitcases. "They're right behind me."

Wesker turned to face the staircase as two small figures descended from the upstairs hall.

They were about 7 years old. Both had long, blonde hair and brown eyes. The figure on the left looked solumn, wearing a blue sweater and a pair of jeans, her hair was strait, with a sunflower barret to keep her bangs from her eyes. The other looked sad more than anything. A large brown teddy-bear clutched tightly in her left hand while the other held onto her sisters hand. She wore a dark-pink sweater of similar design to her double, and a plaid skirt that went to her knees. Her hair was tied back in a pony tail with a bow.

Wesker crouched to get a better look at them. The woman strode over, clearing her throat, placing her hands gently on their shoulders. "This is Charlotte," she said motioning to the one in blue, and this is Susan," she said patting the shoulder of the one in pink. She gave them a squeeze,"Girls, this is your Uncle Albert. He's going to take care of you from now on."

Charlotte looked at him appraisingly, "I remember you from mommy's birthday last year. You're her big brother, right?"

Wesker nodded, "I am" he affirmed. He turned to Susan, motioning to her bear, "What's that?"

"Teddy." she said holding him up for Wesker's inspection, "Daddy gave him to me when I got the chicken pox last year to make me feel better..."

"I see."

Without warning, Susan flung her arms around his middle in a tight embrace. Wesker was momentarily caught off guard by the action, but quickly composed himself. Susan pushed her face into his shoulder, tightening her grip. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, briefly returning the hug before standing an adjusting his glasses, which had slipped down his nose, nearly exposing his eyes.

"How soon can you have them ready to leave?" he asked, turning to the woman. She shook her head, "Well, now, I guess, but what about their other belongings back at-"

"I've already arranged for it to be shipped to my current residence" Wesker said.

"Oh. Well then...I guess..." she trailed off. She knelt beside the girls, " I guess this is goodbye, then."

both girls latched onto her, "We'll miss you, Mrs. Maggie..."

"Don't forget us."

The woman, Maggie flashed a grin, "I won't. Now, you two behave for your Uncle, okay?"

Susan nodded, "We will...Right, Char?"

Charlotte just glanced in Wesker's direction silently. Maggie wiped a stray tear from the corner of her eye as she stood. "I'll just take these out to your car for you" she said reaching for the heavy-looking bags. Wesker picked them up easily, "That won't be necessary" he said, turning towards the door, "Come," he said, presumably to the girls. Susan and Charlotte exchanged looks for a moment before once again joining hands and following. Maggie shook her head a little.

"Not much on affection. He's all business... Heh, Alison was right. He DOES need a girlfriend."


Just setting up with this chapter. all other chapters will be much longer