John: J.C. does not own Resident Evil in any way, shape or form. Although any songs that are posted on this story are probably his own copyrighted works, or those of other artists. Now onto the story!

Leon S. Kennedy and Christopher Redfield, two of the greatest members of the Organization for Defence against Suspected Terrorists, are following Albert Wesker, the head of the infamous Umbrella Corporation, who was thought to be dead, outside of the remains of Raccoon City, the place where all our problems began, with me, Jonathan Blaine Morgan, a new recruit to O.D.S.T., as their backup.

"Hey, Rookie, catch!" Leon warns as he tosses a large knife with odd engravings on the blade at me.

I barely catch it in front of my face.

"What was that for? You could've killed me! And I have a name! It's John!"

"You need to keep on your toes around here. I heard from the higher ups that some of the creatures from the city survived. Don't want our rookie dying on his first mission, now do we?"

I gulp and then ask curiously: "So… what good does a knife do against a monster?"

"If you run out of ammo, you've still got something to defend yourself with." Chris states matter-of-factly. "It's saved us both countless times."

"Yep, that's true."

I sheath the blade on my shoulder where I can easily access it.

He then hands me a gun that looks more like it would be suited for blowing holes through tanks than for taking on one man. It has XIII branded on the side of the barrel.

"Lucky Thirteen ought to keep you alive, but just in case, take this too." He says as he hands me a sniper rifle, the model is unknown to me, but it looks rather powerful with its long barrel and high powered scope.

After we finish getting all of our supplies together, we begin wander through the trees searching for any signs of the enemy.

All of a sudden, a Licker, one of Wesker's twisted creations that have an abnormally long tongue that it uses to strangle its victims, jumps out in front of us.

Chris and Leon pull out their pistols and I pull out my hand cannon.

"Let's get this thing!" I yell as the licker wraps its tongue around my ankle and pulls me to the ground. It tries to pull me into its mouth, but I aim the hand cannon at its head and blow it away with a loud explosion, causing blood to fly all over the place.

We look up after hearing something rustling in the trees to see hundreds of eyes in them, and we know that we're out numbered.

"Run like a bitch!" I yell as the creatures begin jumping down from the trees.

We make it to a clearing near a large stone building of some sort and wait for them to move underneath it. The three of us shove the main brace holding the thing up and it comes crashing down on our pursuers, causing a sea of blood to run between the cracks in the stones.

Then I catch sight of our primary target in my scope. His dark trench coat and evil looking eyes give away how scary this guy really is. But what I don't understand is that the files at the O.D.S.T. said he was killed by Chris and his partner Sheeva six months ago.

"There he is, the Big Cheese himself." I look at Chris oddly.

"I thought you killed him."

"I did too."

"Then how are we gonna kill him? Is he immortal or something?"

"We'll find a way."

I sigh and calm down a bit, and then I run my fingers through my hair. "Alright, what do we do now?"

"We keep following him until he leads us to his new base of operations." Chris says blankly, as though something else is on his mind.

We continue following Wesker deeper into the woods, until I lose sight of him in my scope.

"Where'd 'e go?"

"You don't see him?" Chris yells at me angrily.

"I can't help it! He disappeared right in front of my ey-"

All of a sudden, a black blur flies towards us out of the trees. It's Wesker.

"Get down!" Chris yells as Wesker extends his arm towards me.

I've read about some of his abilities from his files, but I never expected him to be so much larger than life in person. I lean backwards and just barely miss getting my heart ripped out.

I kick at him, but he dodges my attack and grabs my leg, then he tosses me to the ground and injects a crystalline serum into my chest.

I hear a heartbeat. Is it mine or…?

The last thing that I can see is a dark figure running away as though it had done what it had come to do. Then everything goes black…

I awake inside an old bunker with Leon sitting across from me.

"Ah, he's finally awake! Hurry and get your ass over here!" Leon calls over to Chris, who looks me over with great care.

"Are you alright John?"

"I've been better…"

"What did he do to you?"

"He stabbed me in the chest with some weird liquid…"

Chris looks at my chest and jumps back.

"What the Hell is that thing?"

I look at my chest and my eyes widen. There, on the center of my chest, is a cocoon with spiny edges and a blade-like arm extending from it.

I jump up and yell: "Get it off me! Get this thing off me NOW!"

"Hold still! Hold still!"

I stop moving and then, as Chris pulls out his knife, my left arm grabs the blade and absorbs it.

"What did that bastard do to me?" I scream out as the blade goes back into my chest.

"It must activate when it senses a threat." Chris says as he touches the now smooth, crystal shell on my chest.

I jump up and land on top of a large crate behind me without even realizing it.

I look at the two of them, each with a surprised look on his face.

I jump down and walk towards them, but they back away.

"What's wrong?"

"Look at your arms John! Just look at 'em!"

I look down and scream yet again. My arms now have blades protruding from them.

I shake my arms frantically, and they return to normal.

"What in Heaven's name is happening to you?"

"I don't know, but I'm starting to like it…"

"What are you talking about?"

"If I can figure out how to control this thing, I should be able to destroy Wesker once and for all! But I want you to do me a favor afterwards: I want you to freeze me."

"What are you talking about you crazy bastard?"

"If you freeze me after I kill Wesker, I won't be given the chance to try to do the same things he did."

"But why would you do that if you can find a way to control this thing?"

"Everything has a drawback. The more I use these new abilities, the closer I am to becoming like Wesker, and the more my sanity slips through my fingers. I don't want to live that kind of life…"

"Then at least let us help you figure out how to get rid of this thing!"

"One last thing," I say as I begin walking out the doorway, "if I turn on you, kill me on the spot."

Chris turns me around and punches me square in the jaw.

"We're not going to do that! We're going to find a cure for you, you selfish bastard!"

I step back and look at Chris, then the thing on my chest, then back up at Chris, then to Leon.

"You're right. We need to find a way to defeat Wesker without doing things his way. It might just make matters worse for us…"

As I speak these words, I know what I must do: I must fight Wesker on my own to find why he's done this to me…