AN: Still proud that two chapters were done in one night! ^^ Yayz! You know my disclaimer. ONTO THE STORY! By the way, if I make a character too OOC, let me know please. And remember to review after you are done reading. Reviews are much appreciated!
7:30 am
Wesker residence
Sunlight shown through the open window of a bedroom, shining on young Alana Wolff as she slowly stirred from her sleep. Tucked warmly under the covers of Wesker's guest bedroom, it didn't take her long last night to fall asleep. It was not even five minutes, but then again, she did sleep at the playground. She couldn't remember the last time she slept on a comfortable bed. The bed they had at the facility was too hard and not very comfy. Emerald eyes would slowly open up before letting out a yawn, rubbing the sleep out. Lancelot was propped up beside her against another pillow.
"Good morning."
Alana turned over and smiled when she saw Wesker standing at her bedside, already dressed in his police uniform and a small smile on his face, sunglasses hanging from his shirt, showing his steel blue eyes. With another yawn, she spoke up. "G'morning.." she said in a groggy tone.
"How did you sleep?" he asked her, stroking her messy hair.
"I slept great. The bed was very comfy," Alana nods back to him before pushing the covers off of her, revealing her to wearing a white shirt that she had borrowed from him to use as a nightshirt. She then crawled over and gave him a hug, which he returned, rubbing her back.
"That's good to hear. It's a lot better than the tube you were sleeping in, huh?" he said and she would nod again before sliding out of the bed, placing her feet upon the carpet. "Want some breakfast before we head for the station?"
"Yes, please," she answered politely and taking his hand, they headed downstairs and went for the kitchen. Wesker's house was a two story home. His room was upstairs at the other end of the hall, just a couple of doors down where Alana had slept just in case she needed him. Taking a seat at the table, Alana watched and waited patiently as Wesker began cooking breakfast.
"So Alana... about your powers... " he began as he placed on half a pack of bacon.
Alana blinked in surprise, perking her head up. She was going to ask about how he knew about them, but then her mind clicked back to when she used them against his team while trying to escape at the playground. Definitely not a morning person, Wesker would observe from over his shoulder, seeing the brief look. With that thought, she would then ask back "What about them?"
"I noticed how they react to your emotions. When we were talking about Umbrella" Alana subtly winced at the mention of THEM. "I saw how they react to your feelings. When you get riled up, they manifest. Do they do so otherwise?"
"You mean... can I use them when I am not sad or angry?" She would get a nod in response from Wesker as he flipped the bacon over. "Yeah. When I am happy, I feel in control. I can make them do anything." She spots him reaching for a fork and stretching a hand out, the fork would suddenly levitate and float over into his hand. "I can only do small things. Big things... I can't. I lose control and I end up hurting someone or almost doing so."
"I see." Using the fork, he separated the pieces of bacon that were still sticking together. "If there were a way to help you control your powers... would you take it?" he would then ask of her, hinting of what he could be thinking. 'Just imagine what she can do with full control over her powers... she would be a force not to be trifled with.'
Alana immediately and eagerly nodded. "Yes! Yes I would! I don't want to hurt anyone anymore with my powers! I want to do more with them! I want to use them to fight Umbrella!" she would exclaim, pounding a fist onto the table. Once more with her riled up emotions, the windows in the kitchen began to rattle. "I'm sick of Umbrella!" The window in front of Wesker began to crack slightly. Wesker quickly came over and placed a hand on her back.
"Easy, easy... I didn't mean to get you this riled up. Calm down," he spoke in a gentle tone and Alana took a few calming breaths to steady herself. Once she felt in control again, her power subsided and the windows stopped rattling. "But I assure you we WILL get Umbrella for what has been done to you. I promise."
Smiling up at him, she nods in agreement before he went back to finish cooking the rest of breakfast. 'Indeed, Umbrella is going down. If I can help Alana train with her powers, she would be a deadly fighter.' A sly smirk would come across his lips. 'Spencer, you old fool. You don't know what you have just unleashed...'
8 am
RCPD
As the Captain and the young telekinetic, who had Lancelot in her right arm while holding Wesker's hand with her left, walked into the STARS Alpha office, they would be immediately be greeted by Barry and Jill, the two of the team members already there. "G'morning, Captain! Morning Alana!" Jill smiled and waved to the two.
"Morning, Miss Jill!" Alana grinned and tottered over to her, giving her a hug. The elder female hugged her back, laughing a bit.
"Miss Valentine," Wesker would nod back to them with a slight smirk before heading for his office. "Alana, don't bother the rest of the team too much when they get here. They have work to do and I don't want Irons to see you."
"Yes, sir," Alana would nod before going over to Barry, who was asleep at his desk. Before she could wake him up... Joseph Frost entered with his usual, upbeat attitude. "THE FUN HAS ARRIVED! Thank ya very much," he playfully shouted.
Jill rolled her eyes at his antics; always the loud one in the morning. And she thought Chris was bad. "Hey there, Joseph," she says simply.
"Awww, you guys are no fun," Joseph huffed, crossing his arms before heading for his desk.
"Oh Joseph..." Barry spoke in that gruff voice, shaking his head, annoyed at being woken up before his head hit the desk again and fell right back to sleep. This gave Frost a wicked idea. Slowly creeping over to his own desk, he slowly slid out an air horn he had been saving at first for Brad. Sneaking over to the sleeping Burton... he blew the air horn right in his ear, startling him awake with a snap.
"FRRRROOOOOST!" Came the bellowing shout as Barry began pursuit of Joseph, who had darted out of the office and down the hall. Wesker and Jill watched on, the scene looking like something from Tom and Jerry. If Chris had been there, Jill knew he would be playing some kind of silly music to go along with it.
Wesker would merely reply as he sighed to himself "Just another day at the office..." before getting to work on the paperwork left for him by none other than Irons himself. Half an hour later, Brad would arrive and after a quick hello to the other members and Alana, he went to his desk. And of course, last to arrive was Chris. However... he looked like he was in a sour mood, which did not bode well for Wesker. Unbeknowst to the rest of them, he had a run in with Irons and the argument the two had set Chris off all over again. Jill glanced over to Barry, who just shrugged as if saying 'Don't say a word to him'. Giving a quick nod, she just focused on her work. But the rest of the team knew they needed to say something eventually. But the question was who had the guts to say something to the angry Redfield?
And to no one's surprise, it was Wesker who had spoken up. "Something's got you in a particularly foul mood, Redfield," he began to say to Chris.
And of course, Chris snapped back. "Don't even go there, Captain!"
"Are you willing to explain what's got you so pissed off?" Wesker replied in an equally sully voice.
Chris merely growled back at him and Jill could only watch on with Barry and Joseph. And then he answered. "Fucking Irons!"
'I knew it,' Jill thought with a shake of her head.
"Oh boy. This is about to get good," Barry muttered to the rest of them.
"Can you believe what he just said?! I was only FIVE minutes late and the bastard threatened to fire me!" he yelled as he balled his hands into tight, angry fists. "Ugh! Would I give to throw a punch at that guy...!" But then he settled down a bit as something came to mind at what he saw earlier. "You know come to think of it... I saw him carrying something to his office. It looked some paintings. Irons never struck me as an artistic type."
"Me neither," Joseph replied, stroking his chin. "I wonder what's with the sudden interest?"
"I wonder what he is planning to use them for..?" Chris wondered himself, looking down in thought. And then he suddenly remembered. "Oh guys, look busy. I think he may be coming this way."
At this, the rest of the team hurried back to their desks as Alana scurried back into Wesker's office to hide, remembering the little tidbits of info the team gave her about the Chief. Just as they got back to their desks, the door opened and the familiar thumping of boots indicated that Irons had arrived. Brad tried to hide a squeak of fright as he looked down at the paper before him. Irons would clear his threat upon entering, making the team look up.
"Ah, Chief. What can I do for you?" Wesker would ask in his best polite tone, but his eyes would narrow in irritation behind his sunglasses. Chris and the team were not the only ones who despised the fat bastard.
Irons gave off an evil grin. "Where is Redfield?" He would request. "I caught him coming in late."
Chris, being the tough guy that he was, was not going to back down from Irons. Given he was still pissed off from earlier, he bolted up from his desk. "What the hell do you want, Irons?!"
"Is that really any way to speak to your superior, Redfield?" Irons would calmly reply, that grin never leaving his pudgy face.
Chris would immediately reply, body trembling with barely controlled rage "I don't give a fuck what you think!"
"Well, it's perfectly obvious to me when you walked in," Irons would merely shrug at him.
Under his desk, Joseph clenched his hands into fists. Chris was his best friend and to see him getting insulted... no wonder he wanted to throttle Irons. He was a Grade A jackass.
"You're being awfully nice, Chief. That's a little suspicious to me..." Chris raised an eyebrow at him.
"You're always quick to cast blame, aren't you Redfield?"
"I don't trust you, Irons and neither does anyone else."
"Well I hate to break it to you, Redfield, but you will have to get used to it. After all, I'm the one who signs your checks. Isn't that what your sister needs?" Irons smirked back at him and that made Chris bristle.
"How did you know that?" he lowly growled back at him, narrowing his eyes.
"I have my ways..." Irons would chuckle darkly before heading for his office.
Chris balled his fists, but stomped down the urge to go after him. Hearing the Chief's door close, Joseph muttered "Asshole..."
"I hate that guy," Chris would hiss before sitting back down at his desk. He could only wish that one day, Karma would come back and bite Irons in the ass and give him every bit of punishment he deserves. Then he would add aloud "I'm going to get him one of these days. I don't know how much more of his bullshit I can take. But I'll get him one day. Mark my words..."
"We know, Chris. We all hate him. And we will wish he could jump in front of a bus," Jill reply.
"That's all well and good. But none of you have a sister who depends on the money that asshole gives out. If I lose this job, it's over for her," Chris would sigh as he ran a hand through his short brown hair.
"Speaking of jumping in front of a bus, that would be one huge stain on the windows," Joseph snickered and some of the team joined him in laughter. Even Alana had to laugh at that, hearing everything that Irons and Chris said.
"I think you need a tank to flatten him," Chris would smirk at Frost, who sniggered back.
12:34 pm
"LUNCH TIME!" Joseph shouted out as the clock chimed inside the office before looking to the rest of the team. "Who's up for going to J's Bar and Grill?"
"Sounds good to me. Their bacon cheeseburgers are awesome and are to die for," Chris said, almost licking his lips at the thought of that mouth watering burger dancing on his taste buds after that one savoring bite.
"Can I go too?" Alana would peek out from the office, smiling at the team. It had been awhile since she had a decent meal. The only thing she survived on while on the streets was stuff she could get from the markets on the streets or from the stores whenever she had money.
"No," Chris said flatly, making the little girl frown a bit.
"Chris!" Jill glared at him a bit, her hands now on her hips.
"Redfield..." Wesker spoke up in a warning tone as he came behind Alana, placing a hand on Alana's shoulder. "Take her."
"That brat is not coming, Captain! She's probably going to steal someone's else wallet while we're there. So fuck that, Wesker. She's NOT going with us," Chris snapped back at him and Alana began to tear up a bit.
"Chris, that's enough! What's the matter with you!?" Barry shot up from his desk, glaring at the sharpshooter, who just crossed his arms and gave a nasty glare back more towards Alana. "She's just a kid! Lay off for Chrissake! Have you forgotten where she came from?"
"Then why doesn't she go with Wesker then?! The two are buddy-buddy! I don't see why she wants to go with US?" Chris scoffed.
While the STARS team aruged, Alana felt her powers building up inside her from the stress and the sadness caused by the division. She didn't get why Chris was so mean to her still, even after she had given back the wallets and even apologized for it. Hands balling up on the bottom of Wesker's vest, she felt herself snap.
"STOP IT!" she hollered out and a small burst of psychokinetic power rocked the office, sending some stuff on and behind their desks tumbling to the ground. Even some of the team lost their balance, but stayed on their feet except for Brad. Everyone snapped their shocked gazes towards the young girl, who only stared for a moment... before bolting out of the office with a sob, slamming the door behind her.
"Alana, come back!" Wesker called after her before shooting a cold glare at Chris. "I'll deal with you later..." Then he proceeded to go after her, calling her name again as he shut the door behind him. "Alana!"
Everyone now turned their glares at Chris, who gave one right back.
"Nice going, Redfield."
"Shut up, Frost."
As Alana ran from the RPD station, tears flew behind her. This was not fair! She was trying to make things up for what she did earlier. Footsteps slapping against the pavement, she ran as fast as she could towards the playground, back towards her 'home'. As she zipped past the swings, they started to swing on their own from her rampant power.
"Alana! Wait!" Wesker was heard calling out for her, but she didn't stop running. Ducking into the tube, she curled up with her legs close to her chest, her arms wrapped around her knees. She heard his footsteps, but she didn't care at the moment. Her heart was hurting. Her head was feeling like someone was pounding into her with an axe.
Coming to the front of the tube, Wesker knelt down with a concerned frown upon his face. "Alana… that was not right on how Chris treated you. I know you wanted to go with them. How about this?" He went a bit closer, reaching out with his hand out to her. "We'll go together. I'll treat you for lunch."
Sniffling, she finally gives a nod before crawling back out and throwing her arms around him, she cried into his shoulder. Wesker held her close, rubbing her back in soothing circles.
'Dammit, Redfield… I'll be surprised if one of the team members hasn't beaten some sense into you by the time I get back. If they didn't, I will…' he thought angrily as he picked her up and held her bridal style. "Come. Let's get something to eat."
J's Bar and Grill
12:54 pm
Chris was sitting at the bar, drinking a bottle of bar by himself while the rest of the team had gotten a booth. They had already ordered their meals and now were just waiting.
"God, what is up Chris's ass? He's usually not like this except with Irons," Joseph said while drinking a pint of Guinness.
"I don't know. He can't still be sore from Alana's actions. She was just trying to survive. She apologized afterward and the wallets were returned," Jill sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose.
"Forget it, Jill. Let him sulk," Barry spoke in his gruff voice, running a hand through his hair. "But yeah, he had no right to treat the kid that way."
Just then, the door opened and in came said child with Wesker. "Hi guys!" Alana ran over and jumped into Barry's arms, who gave a laugh and hugged her back tightly.
Chris scowled from the bar before looking away, growling under his breath. Jill and Joseph smiled as the girl slid between Burton and Valentine while Wesker sat on the outside of the booth. One of the waitresses came over and took drink orders. Alana ordered a Dr. Pepper while Wesker ordered a glass of Redbreast Irish whiskey. Alana snuck a glance over to Chris, but soon looked away and began to chat animatedly with the rest of the team, occasionally making them laugh.
Their orders finally came and Alana almost drooled at the sight of the bacon cheeseburger that Barry had ordered. Seeing the girl eying it, he took his knife and actually sliced it in half. "Here ya are, kiddo. Have at it," he smiled as he pushed the first half towards her.
Elation grew in her eyes before taking her half and began to devour it. Joseph snickered as she wolfed down her burger. "Geez, kid. Slow it down. I don't think the Captain would like you to get an upset stomach," he elbowed her a bit.
"Indeed. Take slow bites, Alana. No need to eat so fast," Wesker nods in agreement before taking a sip of his whiskey.
As Chris sat alone, he glanced over at the others. He could not believe they were so accepting of the kid. If her story about being a test subject for Umbrella was true, then she was nothing but their puppet. A ticking time bomb that could explode at any moment. After what she did in the office, there was no telling what she was capable of. Worse still, what if this cute, sweet little girl was just a facade? What if she was playing STARS for fools, luring them into her trap? Well he wasn't going to fall for that. Tomorrow morning, when he reached the office, he was going to make his views known. Whether they liked it or not.
As for Alana, she could not help but fall back into her mind. She could not believe that they were so accepting of her. After all the stuff she told them, she believed that they would cast her out, thinking she was crazy. After all, Umbrella had a pretty convincing mask on them, making people think they were the good guys of the world. But thankfully, they took her story seriously. If things went right for them, then Umbrella would be gone for good. Glancing over to Chris, she frowned.
That man… he hated her so much. She got a bad feeling about what he had on his mind. She just hoped he was not going to do anything to get her in trouble with the Chief. From the stories she heard about the evil man, she didn't want to EVER cross him in a dark alley or alone in the RPD. Just the way his aura was… it was bone chilling to the female telekinetic.
"… ana? Alana? You ok?" Wesker's voice snapped her out of her thoughts, seeing that she had spaced out for a moment.
Not saying anything for a moment, she finally shook her head. "I'm fine."
What is on Chris's mind? It certainly spells trouble for young Alana. Find out what happens next on the next episode of RESIDENT EVIL FALL FROM GRACE!