Well, here it is! Chapter One of the revamped version of "Resident Evil: Mistaken Identity", the sequel to "Resident Evil: The Other Side"! I decided that instead of making a bunch of short chapters, I would combine a few of them to make for longer reads. Everything is still the same from the old version, but I'm changing a few things around and adding some more detail. Just like before, I suggest you go back and read "Resident Evil: The Other Side" first if you haven't already, because there are spoilers from that story in this one. Plus, the plot of this one makes more sense if you read that one. So, I hope you all enjoy this new version of the story. Read, review, and enjoy! :)
WARNING: I also thought I should warn you that there are also RE5 spoilers as well.
DISCLAIMER: Only the Fagan family is mine. Everyone else belongs to Capcom (geez, you'd think Fanfiction knew this already, since it's fanfiction. Oh, well.)
Italics- Flashbacks
Resident Evil world: November 2004...
The mission always came first. That had been HUNK's philosophy ever since he started working for Umbrella, and it remained with him to this day, even as he chased the young woman up ahead. She had run out of the hospital after disappearing behind the curtain of a flash grenade, and he knew he had to catch up with her: to kill her.
Her name was Audrey Fagan, and, in his eyes, a traitor. According to Albert Wesker, she had announced that she was tired of Umbrella and had decided to leave. And that was where HUNK entered the picture. He knew nobody left Umbrella once he or she began working for Wesker. Even though he and Wesker didn't exactly see eye to eye, the latter had still asked him to take care of Audrey to ensure that she wouldn't spill the beans on his deal with Tricell. He had more than obliged, which brought the long chase to a cliff jutting out over the ocean.
The mercenary smirked to himself once Audrey realized there was nowhere left to go but down. He reloaded his TMP and slowly approached her, trying to pick the best place to shoot where she would die a slow, painful death, like Wesker had requested. What he hadn't expected was for his potential victim to actually jump off of the cliff. "Sorry, but I'm not dying tonight!" the teenager exclaimed, "For you or for Umbrella! Fuck you, Wesker!" And she then had turned and made the daring leap from the ledge.
"No!" HUNK shouted, racing towards the edge and watching as Audrey plunged towards the rocks below. If he didn't kill her, the rocks sure would, and sure enough, the unmistakable sound of bones snapping greeted him from below. Audrey Fagan was out of commission; she wouldn't be able to find help, and she would die. His work here was done. Pulling out his communicator, he contacted Wesker to tell him the news.
"Looks like I didn't have to kill her after all," HUNK announced, "She jumped off the cliff and killed herself."
"Hmm…" Wesker replied from the other end, resting his chin in his hand, "That seems rather convenient. But as long as our secrets don't somehow get leaked, then that's fine. She should have known that it's not wise to turn her back on Umbrella."
"She'll be dead in a few minutes. You don't have to worry about her anymore."
"Come back to headquarters. There is much work to do." HUNK nodded, pulled out another gas mask from his pocket, and placed it over his head. He turned back to the cliff and watched the waves hit the rocks on the beach. Audrey was lying inert down below, so she was probably dead now.
"Pity," he mumbled under his breath, "You could have been extremely useful to Wesker…"
Regular world: One year later…
"No, no! Go to the left!" my sister, Audrey, shouted at me as I tried guiding Leon Kennedy through the cages while he ran away from It. So far, I had died about four times, and every time, I had to start over from the beginning. Audrey was surprisingly patient, even with the fact that this was my first time playing Resident Evil 4. I had to hand it to her; she knew this game better than any hardcore video game fan that I had met. Well, that was probably because she had actually gotten sucked into the game last year. She had finally gathered the nerve to tell me about her adventures, and she also told me everything about the other Resident Evil games, so I knew the storyline up to now really well.
"I don't know how you survived in this game last year," I replied, "I've died four times already!"
"It was nerve wracking, I'll tell you that. But just keep going. You'll make it."
Suddenly, the door to Audrey's room opened, and Randy, our mom's husband, stood in the doorway. "Hi, girls!" he greeted, "What are you up to?"
"Playing Resident Evil 4!" Audrey piped up, grinning, "I've finally convinced Alexis to play it, too!"
Randy laughed. "I see," he mused, "Can I watch you girls play?"
"Sure," I replied, moving over so that Randy could sit next to me. As I continued to try to beat It, he stared at the screen and tilted his head to the side.
"What is that thing?" he asked.
"God only knows," I mumbled under my breath.
"Is everyone up here?" Mom's voice suddenly echoed from downstairs.
"Yeah!" we all cried, and we paused the game as Mom entered the room as well, holding Jack, the house cat, in her arms.
"I just got off the phone with Aunt Becky," she announced, "She's hosting a family reunion in Washington, D.C next week."
"Really?" Audrey asked, "Who's going to be there?"
Mom shook her head in exasperation. "If I know my sister as well as I think I do," she answered, "Almost everyone in her contact book."
"Even her beautician?" Randy joked. Mom laughed.
"Even her beautician," she echoed, "If she can contact her."
"Oh, God," I suddenly piped up, "Timmy and Allen aren't going to be there, are they?"
"You mean my sister, Brianna's, kids?" Randy spoke up, "I believe they're going. Your mother's family wants to get to know my side, so they were invited, too."
"Oh, man," I groaned, melodramatic as always, "They always think they're better than Audrey and me at videogames. They're so full of themselves."
"Who cares about them?" Audrey said to me, wrapping her arm around me, "We're better than them at Resident Evil 4. We know that game like the back of our hands!" Mom and Randy looked at each other, confused for a minute; Audrey hadn't let them in on her little adventure, so neither did I.
"Well, if they're there, you two know how to handle them."
"I guess you're right," I finally said, "Let's see what games they have this time!" And with that, we resumed Resident Evil 4 and continued to fight It.
And just as Mom had announced, one week later, we were all packed in our family car and heading towards the nation's capital for this family reunion. I couldn't help but stare glumly out the window; as much as I loved my family, I didn't really want to feel awkward around everyone. Surprisingly, Audrey was the more outgoing one this time; Resident Evil 4 definitely changed her for the better. I, on the other hand, felt pushed aside because of her newfound kindness. Oh, well, whatever. I would put on a smile for everyone so that nobody would call me standoffish.
It took hours before we finally arrived in the nation's capital, at Aunt Becky's house, where we would be staying for the week. As soon as we knocked on the door, Aunt Becky herself answered it. "Helllloooo, family!" she greeted, bending down to kiss each of us on the cheek.
"Hi, Becky," Mom greeted in return.
"It's so nice to see all of you here today. And I'm glad you could make it, too, Randy."
"Yes," Randy agreed, "I can get to see more of the family now after the wedding almost a year ago." To my left, I spotted Audrey closing her eyes and rubbing her temples a little bit.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
She nodded tersely, although she winced in pain again. "I'm fine," she insisted, "It's just a small headache, that's all." Ever since she had returned from Resident Evil 4 last year, she had been suffering from chronic headaches. I had tried to get her to go to a doctor about it, but being Audrey, she stubbornly refused.
"Let's go inside," Aunt Becky suggested, "It's getting too hot out here." She flicked her gaze to my sister as she said this. To our relief, we entered the air-conditioned house, where we spotted Aunt Brianna and her husband.
"Hello, girls!" she greeted, hugging both of us, "Timmy and Allen are waiting for you two upstairs! They have a surprise for you."
"Oh, Lord," Audrey whispered to me, making me laugh. After greeting a few more people, the two of us traveled up to one of the guest rooms, where Timmy and Allen were waiting for us.
"Hello, ladies!" they greeted, making us roll our eyes, "You won't believe what we brought with us for the week."
"What?" we asked.
They proudly held up a videogame. "Resident Evil 5! Along with our Playstation 3!" they announced happily, "And Chris Redfield is kicking some Majini ass right now!"
We both stared at the screen. "My God, Chris Redfield is huge!" I commented, "Has he been taking steroids?"
"No," Audrey replied, grinning, "Just working out. And he looks pretty damn good. Imagine what he would look like in person." I stared at her; I knew she had met Jack Krauser, Leon Kennedy, and Albert Wesker in "real life", but did any of them compare to Chris Redfield in size? Well, maybe Jack Krauser did, but not the others.
"Well, we've been playing this game for hours now," Allen sighed, putting his controller down, "Let's go talk to some of the family downstairs."
"Yeah, you're right," Timmy agreed, shutting the game off, "We'll be right back. Don't touch anything while we're gone! You might get us killed in the game!" And with that, they laughed and ran off. I turned to Audrey and began to fume.
"Oh, they're getting on my last nerve!" I snapped, but my younger sister was grinning that usual grin that meant she was planning something mischievous. "What?" I asked.
"Why don't we try out Resident Evil 5?" she suggested, "You know, just for fun. We can make a two-player game, and with enough practice, we can become really good! What do you say?
"Well…" I started, and then brightening up again, "Oh, what the hell? Why not?" We closed the door behind us, sat down on the floor, and began to navigate our way through the menus.
"Who do you want to play as?" I asked her, but she was already choosing Chris Redfield, leaving me with some woman named Sheva Alomar. It didn't matter, though; Timmy and Allen would see that we were just as good as they were at Resident Evil games. But as we were waiting for the game to load, however, something strange started to happen as a voice announced, "Resident Evil 5!"
"Audrey?" I asked, "Are you okay?" She had rested her head in between her knees all of a sudden, and I rested my hand on her shoulder. As soon as I did that, her head shot up again, and she glared at me with the scariest red eyes I'd ever seen. "Audrey!" I cried, terrified, as she smiled wickedly. She grabbed my wrist and squeezed it tightly as her eyes flickered back to normal for an instant.
"What's wrong?" she asked me, noticing the shell-shocked expression on my face.
"Y-you. Just now. Your eyes. And your smile," I gasped, "What was that?"
Instead of denying what just happened, Audrey instead gasped, and her eyes widened. "Oh, shit!" she cursed under her breath, and I wondered what she was hiding from me. Before I could ask her, I noticed everything starting to fade to black around me.
"Oh, not again!" Audrey snapped from my left. The controllers began to vibrate out of control.
"What's going on?" I shrieked.
"Just hold on tight!" she replied, "Everything's going to be fine!" But as the controllers continued to shake in our hands, she shouted, "Alexis!"
"Audrey!" That was the last thing I shouted before everything went silent.
Crap! I thought, waking up a long time later. The sound of the ocean beating against rocks made me snap my eyes open. I stood up quickly, using the brick wall next to me for support. "Ow," I mumbled, my head pounding. I used this time to look around at my surroundings. It was night time, and where I was now looked like a large estate of some sort. I began to walk, wondering if there was a way I could get inside the building in order to reorganize myself. Wait, I thought, Where's Audrey? She didn't land here with me? Suddenly, I became scared, and I began to cry a little bit; I was in a foreign place, and my sister mysteriously disappeared. I had to find her and get out of here. A thunderstorm suddenly began, the lightning striking the water and the rain pouring down on me. Great, I thought, trying to cover my head to prevent it from getting wet.
Crash! A loud noise from above greeted my ears, making my hairs stand on end and my ears prick up. I began running towards the source of the sound, and what greeted me was a strange sight; two people were falling out of a window high up off of the ground, and they were falling towards the rocks. Shit, I thought, Are they going to die? I looked closer and noticed it was a man and a woman. Neither of them saw me, for I had hidden while they plummeted to the ground. With a sickening thud, they both landed on the rocks, but to my amazement, the man didn't seem fazed at all. The woman, however, moaned softly before losing consciousness. I decided to slowly approach them and check to see if everything was okay when suddenly, the man turned to face me. I froze where I was as I instantly recognized the blond hair, the sunglasses, the long, black trench coat, and the determined frown on his face from watching Audrey play Separate Ways in Resident Evil 4. "Wesker!" I made the mistake of blurting out, and I cursed myself for doing so.
At the sound of his name, Albert Wesker tilted his head to the side, his sunglasses making his expression unreadable, but from the frown on his face, I figured he was both surprised…and pissed. He balled his hands into fists and, grabbing the woman's unconscious body, he began to march towards me, which scared me a little bit. Why was he looking at me with such hatred? He didn't know who I was. Audrey, however, was more than familiar with him; she had told me all about how she had shamefully worked for him for a while.
"Back from the dead, are we, dear heart?" he asked in that same surprised/pissed off tone of voice. Back from the dead? What was he talking about? Then it hit me.
Oh, no! I realized, He thinks I'm Audrey! Oh, shit! Oh, shit! Oh, shit! "No, wait!" I tried to reason, "It's not what you think!"
"Oh, I think it is. You're coming with me. You and Jill here." And above my protests, I dodged a few of Wesker's attacks until he slammed into me again with great force, causing my eyes to roll back as I fainted once again. The last thing I heard was Wesker musing, "We have a lot of work to do."
A long time later…
"Hey. Hey, wake up," a female voice coaxed, followed by someone shaking my shoulder. I groaned, annoyed; I didn't want to wake up because of the pain in my chest. I opened my eyes anyway, clutching myself and slowly sitting up so that I could recuperate. As I looked around, I noticed I was in a small room of some sort. Next to me was a brunette woman, and she looked just as beaten up as I did. I recognized her as the woman that had fallen out of the window with Wesker. Jill!
"Ugh," I moaned, "Where are we?"
"I don't know. I just woke up a few minutes ago."
"How did we get here?"
"Wesker," was her simple answer, and I groaned again in understanding. I figured she guessed that because he was the last person she had seen before she fainted.
"I'm Jill Valentine," she introduced herself, shaking my hand, "Co-founder of the BSAA."
"Alexis Fagan," I replied, returning the handshake. I wasn't sure what the BSAA was, but it had to be something big if Jill Valentine was the co-founder.
"Are you all right?" she asked, even though she seemed severely injured herself.
I shook my head and closed my eyes. "Wesker slammed into me with a lot of force," I replied tersely, "Are you okay?"
Jill nodded. "I'll be all right," she assured me, "I've been through a lot worse than falling out of a window with Wesker."
I perked up. "Why were you doing that, anyway?" I asked, "I saw it happen."
"I don't have time to explain. We've got to get out of here. I've got to get in touch with Chris."
"Chris?" I asked cautiously.
"Chris Redfield. The other co-founder of the BSAA. And my partner."
Oh! "Come on, let's go," I decided, and we both stood up, Jill helping me to my feet. We left the small room we had been dumped in and began to make our way around whatever facility this was. We both staggered due to our injuries, so we decided the first thing we would do when we got out of here was get some medical help. But Jill needed to get in touch with Chris Redfield, and I needed to find Audrey. Along the way, Jill turned to me.
"You said you saw me fall out of the window with Wesker," she stated, "How did you end up at the Spencer Estate?"
"Was that where that was?" I asked, "I don't know how I got there. I was just there when I woke up." I shrugged, and Jill watched me questioningly.
"I need to find my sister," I told her, "We can look for her and Chris together."
"We might have to." We were surprised at the lack of security around this place, but that didn't stop us from continuing to find a secret exit. When it finally looked like there was one, Jill opened the vent with as much strength as she could muster until it finally came off with no problems.
"Through here," she whispered, but just as we were about to climb through, the sound of a door opening and then slamming shut again made us freeze. Footsteps followed that, and as they got closer, we rushed into the vent, pulling it shut behind us, where we waited and listened with bated breath.
"Oh, Jiiiiiillllllll," a voice called out into the silence, and we held our breath.
"It's Wesker," I hissed, "What does he want with you?"
"I don't know," Jill replied, "And I don't want to find out. Quick! Go that way!" We crawled through the small passageway, staying as silent as possible so that Wesker wouldn't hear us. Of course he would figure out we somehow escaped. We continued to crawl for quite some time until we spotted another vent. Working together, we opened it, crawled out, and ended up in another part of the facility…with Wesker standing right over us. Damn it! I thought, Luck isn't on our side today.
We both stared up at him, wondering what he would do to both of us. "There you are!" he exclaimed triumphantly, and Jill and I determinedly tried not glancing at each other and rolling our eyes. First, he reached out, grabbed me by my wrist, and tossed me aside.
"I'll deal with you later," he said to me, "First, I have some business to take care of with an old friend of mine." He smiled down at Jill, who glowered back at him.
"Jill Valentine," he intoned with that infuriating smile still on his face, "Chris is going to love this, don't you think?"
"You bastard!" she snapped, spitting at him. He laughed.
"That was pretty noble, what you did back at the Spencer Estate," he continued, "But that's not going to help you now. I need you for my latest projects."
"I'd rather die than help you," Jill declared, and I had to admire her strength, even though she was physically bruised and battered.
Her defiance didn't seem to faze Wesker, though; he yanked her out of the vent and began to lead her through the facility over to another room. I struggled to keep up with them, wondering what he was going to do to her. We turned down a few hallways until we entered a room with a large capsule. But first, I noticed Wesker led her over to a bench similar to those in the doctor's office. She resisted while the older man surprisingly treated her injuries from the fall. Why he was doing that, I didn't know. Audrey had mentioned he was a little crazy, and I could see why. Once he was finished healing her, he led her over to the large capsule in the corner of the room, and even though it wasn't me going in there, I still felt my chest constrict whenever I came across close quarters. Damn you, claustrophobia, I cursed to myself.
I watched helplessly as Jill continued to resist, but as soon as Wesker shoved her into the narrow capsule, I immediately sprang into action. I couldn't stand to watch anyone else get shoved into a small space like that, much less myself. "Stop it!" I cried, trying to tackle Wesker and free Jill, but he merely turned around and shoved me to the ground. Before I could get up, he had already enclosed Jill into the capsule and powered it up, which caused her to suddenly fall asleep, staying suspended where she was.
"What are you doing to her?" I demanded.
"Placing her into a cryogenic sleep for now," Wesker replied, helping me up from the ground, "She will be used to create my next bioorganic weapon." I didn't want to know what he was planning in that twisted brain of his.
"As for you," he continued, ushering me out of the room, "I've got some questions for you." I glanced over my shoulder at Jill Valentine, feeling guilty that I didn't help her more. She seemed like a strong woman, though; she would somehow pull through. I could feel it.
Wesker continued to escort me out of the room, holding me by my upper arm…and inflicting pain there in the process. I winced, but didn't cry. Not until I knew what he wanted. We walked down a few more hallways until we turned into another room, where another woman waited for us. She was beautiful, in her high heels, her short, white dress, and her dark hair tied into a bun at the top of her head. She was also quite intimidating, which I realized as soon as she turned her cold gaze to me.
"Sit," Wesker ordered, and I cautiously sat down at the table as the woman approached us.
"Well, well," she started, "Who's this, Albert? I know you brought that Jill girl back here, but you didn't mention you brought another one." She smirked at me, and I had to stop myself from rolling my eyes.
"Another old friend," Wesker replied, studying me as if I were a lab rat, "Or at least, I think you are. Who are you?" I sighed, but didn't answer. It was clear he was trying to figure out if I was Audrey.
"Aren't you going to answer me?" he insisted.
I glared at him. "I don't know if I really feel like talking," I replied, earning a slap across the face from the woman to my left.
"Excella!" Wesker snapped. The woman, Excella, backed down instantly.
"Sorry, Albert," she apologized in her slight Italian accent, "But I can see that she will be a problem already."
"Fine," I huffed, because I wasn't sure what would happen to me if I continued to resist, "I'll answer the question. I'm not who you think I am. I'm Alexis Fagan." Both Wesker and Excella gaped at me, making me squirm in my seat and feel even more uncomfortable. I waited for either of them to say something, so I resorted to twiddling my fingers and thinking about Jill and Audrey, wondering if Jill would ever wake up and if Audrey was okay.
"So," Wesker commented calmly, "She has a sister I never knew about? This could be interesting."
"What are you talking about?" I demanded, "What are you going to do?"
"Your sister turned her back on Umbrella, just like all those other fools I used to be partners with," he explained to me, "I hate her just as much as I hate Chris Redfield." My blood boiled just hearing him talk about Audrey like this. No wonder she left! I thought angrily.
"You're her sister," he said to me, "I need to know: is she really deceased?"
Oh, hell no! I'm not getting involved in all of this. "I don't know," I answered truthfully after being separated from her for some time, "And even if I did, I would never tell you, you bastard!" I braced myself for another slap from Excella, and was surprised when Wesker only smiled.
"Oh, I think you'll find that sentiment is about to change," he assured me, "Get some rest tonight. The experiments will start in the morning." He gestured to Excella, who began to lead me out of the room. We passed by the room where Jill Valentine was still in her cryogenic sleep, and the tears finally came to my eyes. So, Wesker hates both Audrey and Chris? Is this his way of revenge? By experimenting on us? Audrey, wherever you are, please be careful.
"Come on, let's go," Excella snapped, leading me away from Jill.
Later on that night, I found myself in the same room I had woken up in, and I tucked my knees into my chest and rocked back and forth slightly. If I didn't say I was scared, I would have been lying to myself. I didn't know what happened to Audrey, or if she was even still alive, Jill Valentine was being tortured, and Wesker was about to experiment on me as well. I didn't want to sleep like he had suggested; I wanted to get out of here!
Up on the wall above me was a high window. If I could somehow get through there, I may have had a clear shot at escaping and finding Jill. I spotted a stick in the corner of the room, so I picked it up quickly and began prodding at the window to try and open it. Since that wasn't working, I just bashed at the window until the glass broke, and I had to duck to avoid the shards falling onto me and cutting me. Then, finding a dresser as well, I pushed it underneath the window so that I could climb up and out. To my surprise, this little escape plan worked, and I was suddenly outside again. That was easy, I thought to myself as I ran across the premises of the facility. Freedom never tasted so good! I was going to get out of there, somehow contact both Chris Redfield and Audrey, and then get Jill out of here as well. The gate was getting close now. Closer. And closer. And closer! My heart began to beat quickly now at the thought of ending up out of Wesker's hands. I wasn't sure where I was, but I could figure that out once I was out. The gate was growing larger now. Just a little further, and…
"Where do you think you're going?" Wesker asked from behind me. Fuck! I cursed to myself as I turned to face him. He was staring at me and carrying a syringe in his hand.
"Leaving so soon?" he continued, "But the fun hasn't even started yet."
"And it won't," I assured him, "You have to let me and Jill go."
"Why should I when it's much more fun to play with both of you?" And with that, I felt him stick the needle into my neck.
"Ow!" I whimpered, "Get off of me!" But he stuck the needle further and further into my neck just as I spotted Excella making her way over to us gracefully. I hated her. I hated both of them. I struggled for a little bit before finally stepping away from Wesker and next to Excella.
"This is the same virus I used on your sister when she was injured," he explained, "Don't panic if you feel…off balance in any way. It's normal."
I fumed. "You son of a-"
"Ahh, watch who you're speaking to. You're just as bad as she was. Excella, take her back inside. And increase the security around here. We can't have her or Jill escape again. They won't." And as Excella began leading me back inside, I did feel off-balance, and my head started to kill me, all while Wesker stared in our direction for the whole time.
So, what did you think? Better than the old version? Worse? All sorts of feedback, except for flames, is welcome. The next revamped chapter should be up soon!