I felt like I was floating and falling all at the same time. The discomforting sensation disappeared as I landed on my back on the tightly packed dirt. Hard. A huff of air escaped as my limbs slapped down beside my body. I sat up on my elbows, one hand coming up to rub my throbbing head. My fingers tangled into my loose hair. I drew back in confusion, picking up the long, brown strands that had curled themselves around my ungloved digits. I looked down. I was wearing a float-y sundress. A freaking sundress. I never wore those even before the infection. They were just as revealing and illogical as before, so why on earth was I wearing one now?

I stood as I began to take in my surroundings. At first blurry and indistinct, the area around me soon revolved into a field of long grass and wildflowers. The sky was, as it should be, sky blue and as cloudless as I had ever seen it. A warm breeze blew though, ruffling the strands of yellow-green flora, the hem of my dress, and my hair. I inhaled deeply, closing my eyes with a small smile as the fresh scent of warm grass and the light scent of native flowers followed in the wind's wake. This was perfect. Too perfect. My eyes snapped open. I whirled, suddenly on the defensive. The last time I had been anywhere like this was when he had beaten the bloody blue blazes out of me to prove a point. My eyes narrowed as I searched the tall grass for his form.

"No need to worry, deary," a rough female voice cackled. "He's not here. It's just us gals." I whirled, hands stiffening into claws. I blinked in surprise. I was looking at…well, me. To be exact, two me's. I'd seen them…me… before, but only in the back of my mind's eye.

"Relax, child," the me on the right said with absolute calm. She… I… stood tall and gave off an air of perfect confidence. I'd never seen someone look more confident to be themselves. That is, other than Wesker, of course. "We are the only ones allowed in here. This is, after all, our mind." I rubbed my eyes tiredly.

"Oh, god. I must be schizophrenic." I groaned. If this was my head, then I was talking to myself. The me on the left snarled and I looked over to see the perfect mirror image of me if I was animalistic and primitive. She bared her teeth.

"You think this is fake?" she snapped angrily. The other me placed a hand over her arm, resting it about a foot over the actual flesh as if she wasn't able to physically touch her. The angry one shrugged her off violently. "No wonder you don't have complete control yet! If we aren't able to accept us as we are, the swings are going to continue and get worse, sweet cheeks!" It took me a moment to untangle her use of nouns and pronouns before I took in her words.

"If I'm not going crazy, then where the hell am I?" I asked, spreading my arms in question before crossing them over my chest. She glared at me and the perfect me tutted under her breath. She moved away from the seething animal version of me. She stepped closer, holding out one hand in invitation.

"Would you like us to explain, child?" I nodded, but didn't take her hand. She sighed and gave a hard look in the other's direction. She grumbled as she stuck out a clawed hand in the same manner as the confident me. Now I was even less willing to take either of their hands. "Little one, we can show you everything about yourself. Until now, you've had three separate consciousnesses. We both pick up what you miss and have information about us… you… that you don't."

"How?" Was all I could think to ask.

"We were matured to this form and mind when you were born." Logic said simply.

"Yeah," muttered Instinct bitterly. "Can you imagine being a wise, old woman like me having to contend for years with a drooling, idiotic child and this twat?" she jerked her head in my direction first and then in Logic's. I blinked twice stupidly and shook my head slowly. "It's frustrating." She said simply. Logic elbowed her without touching her once again. It was as if there was an impassable force field between the two of them.

"What are you, exactly?" I said quietly as I took their hands. There was a pause when my entire mind world seemed to lose all sensation and sound.

"The T-virus." They said in unison. I sucked in a sharp breath and tried to pull back. But too late. Always too late.

A black void swallowed all three of us….me… until we were left floating with no sense of direction. They looked calm, but my head flipped in all directions as I tried to understand my current predicament. T-Virus? How were they the T-Virus? I remembered hearing it before, but only in rumor and murmurs. It was the cause of the zombie apocalypse. Umbrella's wicked creation that had destroyed my world, both on the micro and macro level.

If they were me and the T-Virus, that meant what exactly? As far as I could recall, I hadn't tried to turn anyone into my dinner lately, so I couldn't be infected… could I? But before I had time to consider the implications, color and sound revolved and settled into a scene around me.

"She's just a child!" A female voice exclaimed quietly. Colors became more focused as the scene set and I became aware that I was seeing though the eyes of someone else. Everything was huge and distended and most of what I saw was a sterile, white ceiling. My mom was holding me, cradling me against her chest.

"As are the others!" A male voice hissed in frustration. Dad… my dad.

"She's the only one already incubated-"

"What about the other girl? The other subject? Do you intend to steal her as well? And the others? The one's they're waiting to infect?"

"I-I… I don't know…" my mom admitted. "But just one! Think about it! Just one child saved from a life of experiments and tests. And Christina has promised to help keep the virus dormant through medication. This is possible, Charles! We know how to avoid Umbrella. We know that this is wrong and cruel and unnatural! Please… you know I can't do it without you, love. If you deny me this, I'll never speak of it again, but I will always think of it. The lost chance for us to save one. Just. One. Child." My mom pleaded with my dad to understand her own situation. I hadn't remembered this. I knew instinctively I was looking on from my own gaze as a baby.

"… Very well," my dad agreed. A beatific smile lit up my mother's face. "Well, we can't call her Project A-sub-a. Do you have a name?"

"Alena," my mother responded immediately. "It means 'light'."

The scene faded out to another. It was from my early childhood. My parents were in the next room over and I was intently focused on stacking the colorful, waxy wooden blocks before me into a lopsided tower. As an adult, I focused on my parents voices over my own childish pastime.

"You didn't see him, Charles!" my mother hissed in anger and fear. "He actually spoke to her. Right in front of me! They know where we are and they want us to know! It's a game that they're willing to drag out as far as they like! We've got to leave. Now!"

"I understand, Tania," my dad said soothingly. "It'll be alright. We'll pack up and leave tonight. We'll change our names and leave no trace, same as usual. Alena has no idea what she is, right?"

"He didn't tell her anything, just asked her name and talked to her like any adult would to a little kid. I burned the doll she handed him though. I think he slipped a tracker into it."

The scene changed again, the blur of colors and sounds making me want to grip my head. A nauseous feeling griped me until the view settled once again. This time it was our house in Alabama. I was sitting at the kitchen, doing my homework with my dad. Math never was my strong suit. My mom was on the phone in the background, but I was too focused on my algebra problems to care. Vaguely, I noticed that the knuckles on my right hand were bandaged.

"She broke his neck, Christina!" my mom said quietly into the phone receiver. Logic and Instinct made it possible for me to hear the tinny voice coming out of the phone.

"Is it possible she just hit him in a really unlucky spot?" Another woman sighed over the phone.

"She punched him in the nose, Cee. Not the neck, not the clavicle. The kid is in critical condition. He's in a coma with severe brain damage and face and neck trauma. He may not make it through the night."

"I'll up the dose of suppressant in her medication. Might I ask why she felt the need to punch the varsity football captain's nose?" the woman, Christina, asked. My mom sighed in annoyance.

"You remember her parentage yes?" my mom asked the woman. A noise of agreement was made. "He was tormenting her for being half-Hispanic. He apparently decided that because of her heritage, she should pay him to make her work. Alena said that… he tried to take her lunch money in a… less than… appropriate… manner. So she punched him." There was a moment of silence before Christina burst out in hysterics.

"Well, she's got spunk! I'll definitely give her that!" she laughed as the scene faded back into the black vacuum and at last into the perfect field.

I sat down hard as Logic and Instinct released me.

"You-you said… that you were… the T-Virus?" I stammered in panic. They looked at me coolly, not denying my words. "S-so, that means I-I'm… infected?" Again, no response. I put my head in my hands. Infected. Infected. Infected. It ran like a mantra through m head.

"Why?" I asked.

"You're an experiment. Another creation of Umbrella." Logic answered softly. I groaned.

"I'm going to kill something. Whether on purpose or accident remains to be seen," Instinct cackled. "You haven't let me have control since the Umbrella ambush in Pax."

"That was not my fault!" I snapped angrily. I grabbed my head as it throbbed painfully. "I didn't want to kill anyone." I said softly.

"Liar." Instinct said bluntly. Logic shook her head in an attempt to gain control, causing Instinct to sneer.

"Child, unless you let us in and stop rejecting the virus, you won't be able to control your situation anymore than you already are," Logic murmured. I shook my head, muttering "Can't. Won't. Why!" I shouted suddenly.

"Because they can, which means you can," she said. "And remember this: You are not alone."

"Yeah, I am actually," I snarled. "The others are insane, tyrannical, murderous bastards intent on my mental and physical destruction."

"Not true," she said without any emotion. "Alexander was driven insane by the strain of virus he was infected with. They waited too long. He was a child. The sudden onset of power and hunger drove him mad within his own mind. Wesker…"

"Is a homicidal, psychotic, anti-social asshole." I growled.

"You know full well you don't believe that." She said gently.

"And how would you know?"

"Because I don't believe that." I was stopped into silence. She went forward without hesitation. "You know what you have to do child. We can send you back if you accept this." She looked at me expectantly. My shoulders slumped in defeat.

"I have no choice, do I?" I sighed.

"Not really." Instinct laughed.

"With us, you can finally become a complete person. So far, you've retained a human conscience with an enhanced mind and body. With us, you can have the logic of an advanced mind and the senses of a primal being. The T-Virus was designed to create the perfect beings. It has failed and succeeded." Logic explained as she and Instinct moved forward to grasp my shoulders. Logic began to disappear, as if she was fading into me.

Instinct leaned forward to whisper into my ear as she too began to fade. "With light and darkness creeping in, the only clear path is one of sin. Accept and deny the path of life, and your only way is one of strife. Follow Alice down the rabbit hole. Fall into your destined role. But do not let fate decide. Follow your heart and your mind." She whispered something lower and I felt the blood drain from my face as my eyes grew wider. Instinct disappeared completely and the world around me vanished to be replaced by one of chaos.

Incessant beeping caused a new headache to form quickly. Humans shouting became a symphony of panic and stress. A sharp stinging in my arm and hand made me look down. Needles. I hated needles. I ripped them out, ignoring the blood points that welled up almost instantly. A male-nurse tried to restrain me by grabbing my wrists. I threw him off with little effort. I looked around, snarling at the foolish humans trying to make sense of me medically. Then I saw him. Wesker. My hand shot out and grabbed his wrist, yanking him slightly closer. I saw everything so much clearer. Colors brighter, sharper, more visible in every spectrum. Wesker looked down, a glint of surprise momentarily lighting up the red, cat-like eyes behind his glasses.

"You owe me one hell of an explanation, Wesker." I growled.