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Alexia was left for dead by Chris Redfield as a siren wailed and the lights flickered on and off. As soon as Chris left, Alexia shifted back into a form that would take up less energy; her human form. She was going to die if she couldn't heal herself any quicker. The base would be destroyed in a few minutes, but she had to get out. She had to live for her brother's sake. Alexia smirked at the thought of Alfred.
15 years ago, at the age of 12, Alexia Ashford had succeeded in making an almost exact duplicate of her brother. Some bits of the DNA code could not be copied properly, so she used some of her own in it's place. After all, she and Alfred were twins. Even when they were gone, it was still as if both of their great minds were ruling over Rockfort Island. Within a few years, the duplicate had started acting like both Alfred and Alexia, though it had started going mad towards the end of its usefulness. By then, Alexia was "sleeping" in Antarctica and could do nothing about it, though she could reach out and feel it with her mind. Alfred could not do anything about it either, as he himself was dormant somewhere deep in the recesses of the Russian Umbrella facility that was run by Vladimir Sergei. Alfred was still there, and there he would remain until Alexia awakened him.
Just before they had last left each other, Alexia had made her beloved brother a promise.
"Alfred," she had said. "Though we will be apart for many years, as soon as we emerge we will be more powerful than any force on earth, and together we will have the whole world to do our bidding."
She would do her best to keep this promise.
A/N: I'm thinking this is going to be a one-shot, unless I get people saying hat they would like for me to continue. Please review.