AN: Back up with a new chapter! I would've posted it sooner but my internet was down. That didn't keep me from writing ;) Hope you all enjoy this chapter, anything that you're confused about, leave a PM or review telling me, and then it will all be explained in Chapter 3 Enjoy ~ SSC Also has a new chapter ;)

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He stared at her almost as if he was waiting for her to add something, as the pod launched, slowly floating its way back up. He broke the silence.

"Carla Radames, huh?" Piers repeated. Carla nodded. He's never heard that name before. But her face… the spitting image of someone. In a way, her face angered him. He wasn't sure why. He didn't want to feel that way about her. It's just wrong. She saved him and he just feels some strange anger towards her? He felt very wrong about it. But he couldn't help it. All he could do, is just push it aside.

"And you are?" She asked as she leaned against the wall of the pod.

"Piers Nivans." He answered. Normally, he would've added "Sniper and best damn driver of the BSAA's Alpha Team" but it wouldn't seem, fitting. Not anymore at least.

"Piers? I've heard that name before." She pondered, looking around the pod till her eyes met with his, then she glanced away, looking outside the window. The pod was slowly making its way up. She looked back at his face and closely examined it.

'Piers Nivans… Piers…' She thought as she stared at him. He tilted his head in confusion.

"I-is something wrong?" He asked. She shook her head.

"Just trying to remember where I've heard your name from. Awfully familiar. As well as your face. And outfit… at least what's left of it." She lightly chuckled, taking note of his half bare chest. He looked down at his clothes and lightly scoffed at himself.

"Your face is familiar too. I know for a fact, that I've seen it. Trust me. I never forget a pretty face." He smirked at her, she returned the smirk.

"Someone has his way with the ladies." She commented, her voice reaching a velvety and almost, sexy tone. Piers chuckled and shrugged. He gently shook his head and went back to focusing on one of the main questions he had in mind since the moment he saw her;

"How'd you get here? The Underwater facility, I mean. How?"

"It's… a long story. Not worth your time." She coldly said. She obviously didn't want to tell him. In a way, it was like she was telling him to "fuck off". Or at least that's what it felt like to Piers. He looked at her suspiciously.

"Well, you might as well tell me. If we're gonna be trapped her for maybe more than an hour or so." She shook her head.

"I refuse. It's not your business." She claimed. He just shook his head. He opened his mouth to say something, but then a tremendous surge of pain struck his right side and collapsed and fainted from the pain. Carla quickly grabbed him and pulled him over to her. She sat on the hard metal floor, and put his head to rest on her lap. Without thought, she gently stroked his hair absently, looking out the window. She checked his breathing, perfect. His heart beat, little too quick, but nothing to worry about. His temperature, he's burning up, as if he had a fever. He was sweating. Perhaps it was the C-virus accustoming itself to his body? She took off his gear, bullet proof garments, guns and his scarf only leaving on his torn khaki t-shirt along with his pants and combat boots of course. Carla grabbed his scarf and put it over his forehead, wiping off the sweat. He began to pant heavily as she started to panic.

'Shit… The hell do I do?' She worried. The C-virus he had inside him was a stronger dose then normal. He could die from the pain but she refused to let that happen. She pulled him up, having him sit up, laying against her. His head just right below hers as she once again, stroked his hair. Hopefully, it would calm him down. She tried to sooth his pain. To her surprise, it was working. He stopped panting but he continued to sweat. She was in relief. Piers groaned slightly from the pain. He moved his head around, nudging against Carla's chest finding a comfortable spot. She smirked at him.

"So… you want to know my story, kid?" She spoke to him, knowing that he won't respond. She gently rested her head on his and sighed. "I'll tell ya… under one condition. You will work for me as a subordinate. I need someone like you. Someone like me. We are exactly the same, Piers. You just don't see it. I too, am infected with the C-virus. I injected it into myself." Piers only shifted as she spoke.

"I… was once, Ada Wong." His shoulder twitched and he groaned. She had expected him to show some sort of reaction. "But, no longer. I am once again, Carla Radames. You must be conflicted. Confused. The woman that you believed had died from that fall, the one who murdered your men, and who caused the bio-terrorism in China, came back from the dead, to save you. I understand. I would also understand, if you were to try to kill me, or just hate me. But, I feel like I have changed for the better of us. Of humanity. But the real question is, no longer who I am, but how did I come back, and how I got here." She lightly chuckled. "Like I said, a long story. But now that you're unconscious, I feel more comfortable telling you.' She paused, thinking back. 'I was reborn, with the super human powers of the C-virus that my previous body couldn't handle. Reborn, inside of a cocoon, just like when I became Ada Wong. I emerged, only to find giant chunks of gray flesh. I saw, bullet shells, foot prints, blood, acidic oil and the ashes of my former mutated body. My cocoon was inside of a giant hand shaped mutation, against a wall…"

Carla remembered everything as if it just happened. Flashbacks of the moments swirled in her head.

The blonde haired woman wondered around in horror of the sight she saw. The stench she smelt. Burning flesh, gun powder, blood. The room was plagued with those smells. No escaping it. The blonde woman dropped to the floor, throwing up. That smell. It will forever haunt her. She quickly gathered herself, and darted out the room, following the foot prints that were about her size. She ran out only to faint from the aroma.

Carla shivered at the thought. Her memory shifted to another. She remembered how she got to the Underwater Facility.

The blonde woman woke up from unconsciousness to find herself in a laboratory. She saw many incubators, tubes and other containments that had bodies within each of them. She had no memory of what she had previously done as her formal self. No memory that she was the cause of all this. She stood up and examined the room. This all looked familiar. She knew that she had been here once. She walked around the lab, finding a syringe, with red liquid inside, bold written letters that said "Anti-C". Something told her she would need it. She held onto it and looked at the file that laid beside where the syringe was. It attracted her attention. She grabbed it and skimmed through everything, quickly regaining memory of her as both Ada and Carla. Her head began to hurt. Random thoughts came to mind. "Ada… C-virus… Simmons." She gripped her head, stumbling around in pain not caring where she walked off to. She heard a man talking outside and stopped. "That voice…" She recognized it. For some reason the name, Chris came to mind but she shoved the thought aside. She looked down, noting that she was undressed and looked around to only spot a dead man, head ripped off, guts torn out and half eaten, wearing a bloody lab coat. She grimaced the way he was killed. No one, should be murdered like that. She then carefully took off his lab coat and covered herself. Waiting for the familiar voice to die down before she makes her next move.

"How I got here? Hell, not even I know how. But that lab is where I found the cure for the C-virus. I don't recall being the one to make it. But I took it anyway. Before, I would've destroyed it. But I had a feeling I was going to need it. I'm glad I didn't return to my old ways, else, you would've stayed in that facility, with no memory of your humanity whatsoever. I over heard your friend talking to you. I heard everything. That man, Chris I believe, was your captain. I remember you calling him captain when I was still Ada. The two of you witnessed my, no, Ada's death. No wonder I recognized you. I'm…sorry that this, happened to you. You can blame me for everything that had happened to you and your comrades." She told him. "I'm sorry. For everything."

The pod shook and she looked out. Sunlight, the surface of the water. The pod doors slid open. Carla carefully laid Piers on the floor of the pod and stood up, looking outside the pod. Helicopters were heard. One of them slowly approached the pod. She waved both her arms at them. The chopper hovered over them and threw a rope ladder at the pod door. She turned to shake Piers awake, but the sound of the choppers blades whirling around had already awoken him. He rubbed his eyes and slowly stood up, shuffling towards the ladder and looked at her.

"What'd I miss?" He smirked as he began to climb up.

"Nothing important." She claimed as grabbed the ladder, watching Piers climb up first, then followed. "Nothing at all."

Well, hope you enjoyed this all! I loved writing this story. I hope other people will enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Remember, anything confusing, just leave a message! ~ Caio for now Chapter 3 will come shortly ~