Authors Note: I had gotten a good idea from a reviewer, but as I try to take their advice, I find it hard almost impossible to break myself of these old habits… See…I role play a lot.. And I simply write the stories in almost my role play fashion but my role playing is based of the basics of story writing… So as I do this daily it's very difficult..

Disclaimer: I do not own the Resident Evil Series..Or the Trevor family, however this story is all my own creation following the very shallowly foretold story of Lisa Trevor.

The Tragic Diary of Lisa Trevor

Part 2: The Deception

October 29th, 1967

Jessica and Lisa had been locked in one of the guest rooms for now on the second floor, in the room was a desk, a single drawer dresser, a lamp table and a cozy bed. The room was on the inner section so there were no windows for any possible escape. Jessica paced franticly in her violet dinner gown, her high heels making a slight thump on the wood floor. "They can't do this to us…" She said indirectly and not really talking to Lisa whom was curled up on the bed. "Word will get out on this!.." She exclaimed. There was a clicking of the tumblers on the bedroom door as it was unlocked, a young asian woman in a maid uniform stepped in, she had short black hair stepped in with 2 plates of food. "I apologize ma'am.." she spoke quietly in almost perfect English, this told Jessica that the girl had been raised in this country. Jessica stood up glaring at the woman. "Why are they doing this..?" She demanded. The Maid seemed to flinch at the demand almost as if she were fearful of Jessica's anger. "I… I'm terribly sorry miss… But I cannot answer that for I do not know myself…" she answered quietly. Jessica groaned in frustration "Tell Mr. Spencer that we demand he release us!.." she said. The maid set the food down and bowed politely before hurrying off, the tumblers sounding that the door was locked again.

Lisa looked up from her knee's as she held them close to her chest. "Mom..? What's going to happen to us..?" she asked quietly. Jessica looked at her sitting on the bed. "Nothing sweety, mommies going to straighten this out okay?" she said not wanting to make any promises that she didn't know if she could keep.

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November 1st 1997

George Trevor stepped off the Spencer Family Helicopter as he faced the mansion, he wore his usual construction clothing with his bag upon his back, a smile upon his face as he stepped through the doors of the Spencer Family Mansion, he looked around at the beautiful décor of the grand hall, it made him feel much more pleased to know that he designed the mansion.

The young maid walked up to him and bowed "Good evening Mr. Trevor." She said with a smile. George grinned alittle and put the girl into a embrace as if they were good friends "Good evening to you too Rain, how are you?" he said as he ruffled up her hair purposely messing it up. She smiled a little as he did so. "I am doing well Mr. Trevor, thank you for asking." She replied in her quiet and shy tone. Trevor looked around "So, is my family here?" he asked with a grin. Rain nodded "I…I think they had to leave early sir… Something about an un-well relative." She answered quietly. George nodded a little and looked up to see Mr. Spencer descending the stairs. "George… How is my favorite Architect?" he asked as he reached the bottom of the stairs holding out his hand. George took his hand nodding with a firm shake and grinned. "I am doing well sir. How is the mansion sir Spencer?" he asked Oswell laughed a little. "That is good. And as for the mansion, you did a wonderful job.." He said proudly "It's a shame your family had to leave on such short notice, your wife is very beautiful and your daughter is a fine young lady. You should consider yourself a very lucky man." He said as they began to walk throughout the mansion. Rain followed close behind Oswell obediently George looked around with a grin at the elegant décor making up the walls, floor and ceilings of the rooms. The study was lined with a fire place and many books, portraits of the mansion in its early stages of being constructed lines various walls as well as pictures of fair women in ball gowns and posed pictures of men, rare and valuable artwork lined the dining room and other halls and rooms, everything was well decorated to compliment his design of the mansion.

As they finished their walk of the mansion George found he recognized every booby trap he had designed at Spencer's request, although Spencer merely wanted them as an architectural feat to give it that olden feel. George turned to Oswell as they entered a guest bed room. "Thank you Mr. Spencer for this great opportunity, I look forward to our future business." He said shaking Oswell's hand once more.

Oswell smiled left. Rain looked at George almost in a sympathetic manner, she seemed to deeply be worried for George as she watched him un pack his things. She walked over to him quietly placing her hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry.." She said quietly. "Everything is fine.." She finished. He looked at her and smiled "Thank you Rain." He said before returning to his unpacking. Rain looked down sadly as she left the room.

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November 6th 1967

Jessica had been separated from her daughter Lisa earlier that morning, Mr. Spencer apparently had become paranoid that her and Lisa had been plotting together, Jessica pounded on the door to the bedroom shouting loudly demanding her rights as a person. Soon Mr. Spencer himself formally visited her.

"Good day Jessica.." he greeted her as if they were the best of friends. Jessica spit in his direction,

"You disgust me.." she said in a hateful tone. Oswell grinned a bit as he approached her in a calm manner, Jessica watched his every move, his smug attitude.

"You won't get away with this!.." she began, having only lost her focus on him for a moment was all the time Oswell needed to slap her, her form falling to the ground with a cry of pain.

Jessica looked up to him angrily but gasped in pain and surprise as his foot pressed down to her chest. She felt almost afraid of him now, not merely for her self but for her poor daughter as well. "You….You bastard…" she mumbled as he pressed his foot down firmly.

"Now now dear… You should rest and save your strength…You'll need it in just a matter of days.." he said in his puzzling tone. Jessica cried out as he stomped once before leaving her curled up in pain and fear.

"Why….Why is this happening to us.." Jessica asked herself quietly.

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November 7th 1967

George had been apprehended at long last by none other then Oswell E. Spencer himself. George cursed himself for not seeing it sooner, Oswell E. Spencer never trusted him from the very beginning, had he always planned to do this to him? Why didn't he trust him? It didn't make any sense to him. George could only count his blessings knowing his family was safe and sound taking care of his sick Aunt. George passed the time as he would often etch carvings into the stone wall, his only source of light was that of this window that lead to the green house, He knew he could break the window however he also knew of the dangerous weed that layed in wait for him to do just that. The very plants vines would come to life beneath the fountain and beat him to his own death.

George spent much time after his imprisonment praying for his families safety.

"Jessica….Lisa…I'm sorry I won't be there for you any longer.." he said silently.

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November 10th 1967

Jessica wrote a letter quickly jotting down her plan and findings for Lisa, she could hear the gaurds coming down the hall for her, she knew they would be here soon. She was interrupted as the tumblers to the door were opened, looking up she seen 2 men in white coats, one of them having brown hair as the other having blonde hair, his eyes hidden by sun glasses as he smirked "Good evening Jessica…Are you ready to meet your destiny..?" Asked the brown haired man. Jessica backed away as they moved forward to place her in a straight jacket.

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November 10th 1967 same day….

Lisa kicked and screamed as the scientists had her held firmly down, A bald man walked up to her with a needle, the liquid twisted in a DNA shaped vial. "Administering Progenitor virus Type B…" he stated simply. The man making the quick injection to Lisa as she screamed for help. "Somebody shut this bitch up!" exclaimed one of the scientists in irritation. Lisa screamed and kicked one of the scientists in the stomach causing him to stumble back, She was then quickly aware of a second injection to her neck, her eyes rapidly becoming heavy as she found herself drifting into a deep sleep. Lisa dreamed of happier days, She dreamed of the day she longed for, the day she and her parents were free…She dreamed of marrying and having kids, She would have one boy and one girl for an equal balance… As her dream became fuzzier and fuzzier as the sedative was strengthened she found herself in a deep and dreamless sleep.

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November 13 1967

Jessica layed in the bed of the lab, they had Lisa in the labs for some time now, She had felt clammy and such for days now. Some Scientists came in, one of them stood over her, a red headed woman as she looked over Jessica's vitals "Specimen A still showing no signs of taking to the treatment…" She said grimly, She turned to look at the Blonde scientist as he prepared a needle, his blonde hair was pushed back with a strong smelling hair gel, Jessica could just barely get the strong scent to enter her nose, looking around she didn't seem as though anyone else noticed it. 'What are they doing to me….?' She wondered.

The blonde haired man walked over to her, light reflecting from his sunglasses as he injected Jessica. "Worry not, Miss Trevor…" he said simply "Your in good hands.." he finished before they left. Jessica groaned as she sat up. Pulling a pencil and a paper from the chest of her hospital gown she began writing.

"To my Lisa,

Day by day I can feel my

consciousness drifting further away.

The shots given to me by the men in

white clothes made some of Mommy's

itching go away. Today they gave me

another shot saying it was "nutrition".

When they give me the shots Mommy can

think straight, but Mommy's shocked and

sad because Mommy is unable to think of

you all the time.

Mommy's afraid. Afraid of forgetting

everything, especially the memories of

you and Daddy... What your faces look

like, how we used to be together...

They're all starting to disappear into

somewhere dark in my mind.

Oh Lisa, I wish I could touch your face

and hold you in my arms right now, so

that I can hold on to the wonderful

memories of you and Daddy.

Lisa, we can't stay here any longer. We

have to escape!

Listen to me Lisa. Our chance to escape

is the next time when we go to that lab

together. We'll both pretend that we are

unconscious, and when that man in white

clothes is off guard that will be our

chance.

When we're on the outside, let's look

for Daddy together. Okay sweetie?

Be strong, Lisa.

Nov. 13, 1967

Jessica left the letter under Lisa's pillow by the removable brick they had been passing letters to each other with. Jessica layed down tiredly as she slowly drifted to sleep.

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End of part 2