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The Wesker Report

By Dragon Angel~*

Chapter 1

I guess it all started with my father. He was a hardcore military man and shipped me off to military school when I was 8 years old. Though I came home when I was 14, my father drilled me every day. When my mother died 2 years later, any leniency that was in my father disappeared. 14 hours a day drill sessions. Up at 4:00 am, down at 8:00 pm. Every day, for 4 years.

Then, my father got the notice. He had to move to Kanto, Japan for a couple of years. This used to happen a lot when I was younger, so I decided to think of it as a short break from all a sessions. I never expected what would happen next.

I met someone.

She was beautiful, in my eyes. But from the experiences I've had, I've learned what one man sees other men usually don't see. So she was probably just another Japanese woman to other people. But to me, she was a goddess, and I loved her. I thought that the fact that she knew English as a second language would help persuade my father to let us move back to America.

I guess I don't know my father that well.

"Absolutely not!" he would shout every time I brought up the topic, "You have an obligation to join the military and help me, not start a family with some woman you barely know!"

"You did." I didn't shout a whole lot like my father. One of the few traits my mother gave me.

"Well, it was a mistake!" He was losing his temper, as he often did when I didn't, "It was all a mistake!"

"So, Mom was a mistake…" Now, my father never beat me. He's taken a few swipes at me, but on rare occasions and never enough to break any bones or bruise. This was one of those rare occasions, though he hit me a bit harder than before. Though, now when I think back on it, I brought it on myself in all reality.

I just stared, dumbfounded, barely aware of the small trickle of blood working it's way from the corner of my mouth to my white shirt. My father was trembling; with rage or shock, I never had enough time to ponder. I lost my own temper and stormed out of the house, too enraged to say anything to him.

The first place I went, of course, was her house. Chitose. If my father wouldn't give us his blessing to move, that was fine. We would just leave without him. When I got there, Chitose was ready to go. We weren't bringing anything but some money and a few pairs of clothing.

"Ready to go?" I asked.

"Yes," she said simply. She never talked much, but when she did her voice sounded so beautiful that you didn't mind her lack of conversation at all.

When we reached the military base, there were few people there, considering it was 2:30 am and the base was relatively small. When we got to the helicopter hangar, we met one of my military buddies, Lucas, that agreed to smuggle us out of the country. He was of relatively large build; dark skin and black hair, typical Hispanic traits.

"Hey, amigo," he greeted with a strong accent, "You ready to go?"

"Yeah," I answered as I helped Chitose into the copter. Then, I jumped in myself and slammed the door shut.

"Not so loud. This whole escaping thing isn't quite legal, you know," Lucas scolded as he started up the helicopter and opened the hangar door.

"Whatever, how far can you take us?" I asked.

"I can get you to L.A. in 8 hours," Lucas answered, somewhat proudly.

"Let's do it," I said. I was feeling pretty happy back then, escaping from my father and everything.

"Never thought I thought I'd hear that from you," Lucas chuckled as we sped along the runway.

"Yeah, well, don't expect to hear it again,"

"Ha, ha!" he laughed as we lost contact with the ground for the next 8 hours.

(::reads over:: Wow, that's bad… The first two chapters are just to work up to the main story so, unless you get confused, there's really no point in reading them. I'm hoping that by the 3rd chapter the real story will start. I'm going to be in Minnesota for the next week, so don't expect another chapter until then. This story WILL get better, I promise, there'll be zombies, lickers, hunters, and all those pleasant things in later chapters. Until then…

Ja ne

Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be, wish it was, but never will be.