Author: So I've put out five more chapters, so enjoy.~

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[June 17, 1998 (11:40 PM)]

The girl had fallen asleep. Though she didn't snore her presence was grating. She lacked manners from what he could tell, she was childish and hyperactive. She must have lacked parental guidance as a child.

This was just his exterior observation of her attitude. Internally she was intelligent, she held very good reflexes, was quick on her toes and she had the tools that a police officer required. All in all she might have been suited for the task if not for her inexperience. She had a lot to learn, but there was this.. feeling he get around her, like he knew her from somewhere. He couldn't shake this feeling even when he watched her sleeping form in the chair across from him.

She must have gotten tired of watching him write, but his paperwork came first. It was now currently 11:30 and he could feel his body wanting to stop. He had finished the paperwork minutes before and was working on another issue, but it could wait.

He stood, moving over to wake up. She did not stir under his prodding hand. He pushed harder. "Wake up." He said in an irritated voice.

She still did not stir.

He pushed her shoulder harder and she tipped over and fell into the floor. She was dead asleep. What a bother.. So he was forced to carry her and her bag to his car. He strapped her seat belt in after setting her down, her bag laid in the back seat. Her head just rolled until it rested sideways.

The car ride home was quiet as it always was, aside from the roar of the engine and the shifted of gears. She still did not move. He kept glancing toward her as he drove, shifting once more before looking to her. Her eyelids were fluttering as if she was dreaming.

"What a nuisance.." He grumbled.

He pulled into the driveway of a one story grey-walled home that had a porch out back, a shed and a basement. He killed the engine, sighing.

First her bag.. then her.

He got out, shutting the door behind him and retrieved her bag in the back seat. The steps disappeared under his booted feet as he walked up them, unlocking his door with the inserted key and a sharp turn. The door pushed open as he stepped inside, setting the bag down to the right of the doorway. Then he went to fetch the girl, who still had not awoken.

He laid her down on the couch and patted her cheek, trying to wake her up. "Why are you unable to get up?"

She did not answer.

"Whatever." He walked to his kitchen to make food and wondered how long she would sleep.

He was going to make spaghetti and garlic bread.

[June 17, 1998 (11:20 PM)]

I was trapped in a dream, a vision placed in the future. I was having a.. premonition.

I was stuck in a barred cell, a caged.. pet. I rattled the bars like a crazy person, screaming to get out. I recognized this place. It was the place that Leon and Ada found the reporter guy beneath Raccoon City.

My hands ached as well as my throat and I sagged against the bars, head lowered. Weak sobs escaped from my trembling body. I could hear this.. crazy laughter coming from the shadows outside the bars, but I could see nothing.. wait, no, I could see something red, like eyes.

"A caged little mouse. How tragic. When will prince charming come to rescue you? You certainly look like a damsel in distress." A voice cackled.

"Why am I in here?!" I yelled.

"You've been a naughty girl, Saria.. or should I call you Alexandria?" I jerked the bars as it said this. He (the voice was male) just laughed.

"Who are you?"

"All in due time you'll know my identity, but for now think of me as your.. guardian angel."

"My guardian angel?" I had a guardian angel? "How come I haven't heard of or from you before?"

"I've been busy, sorry. Your life is a like a game of chess. I have to help set the pieces up. Without me you wouldn't have made it this far." He said, a rumble coming from the darkness.

I gripped the bars tightly as I sagged my head yet again. "Why is this all happening to me?"

Footsteps moved closer and I felt a hand rest against my left, fingers wrapping around my own. "Not many others could survive what awaits for you. This is all in.. preparation for the future. To get you ready for what you will see, do and hear."

"Why me?" I repeated.

"Why not you? You are a Wesker. Perhaps it was fate. I cannot tell you." He muttered.

I looked up at him, but all I saw was blackness and those strange red eyes. "What are you?" I asked, staring into his eyes as he studied my own ocean ones.

"I'm like you. I'm infected, but I'm at the state of no return. I had no choice and neither did you. Was it fate that led us to meet or destiny?" I could feel him smiling, but I could not see this. Just darkness. "There was a wealthy man and a stunning woman. They had anything they ever wanted.. or so they thought. Soon the passion of their love grew into the need of a child. A baby to call their own, but the woman was unable to have a child. The doctors said she could not, that it was impossible. Time told this statement to be false. The woman knew that she was pregnant. She could feel it. Her and her husband went to the hospital and her results turn out positive. She was indeed pregnant. The doctors had no explanation for why this had occurred. Why was she able to have a baby when the test showed negative?"

He sighed. "8 months later she gave birth to a beautiful baby boy. They thought it was a miracle.. but the baby was sick. Unhealthy. The doctors predicted that the baby would not live to see its first birthday. The parents were in a panic. They were devastated by this news. After years of being told they couldn't have a child they suddenly get one and it's sick? Oh, life was cruel. They did everything they could, but still the baby's condition did not improve. It was getting weaker every passing week.. but a man approached them with an offer of survival for the child. A cure for the ailment. He made them a deal. The baby was to come with him until he turned two and he would make the child better. He would save their boy. The parents, aching with the want to have the child in their life, graciously accepted. So for awhile they did not see their child."

"What happened to the child?" I asked, peering at where his face should be.

"That.. is a mystery. What happened to the child while in the strange man's care is unknown. He was returned to his family at two years old, healthy. He had been saved somehow. The parents questioned the man, but he disappeared from their lives. They showered their son with affection as he grew up. They taught him everything they knew, how to act, to be proper, educated, polite. All the traits of a nobleman was bestowed into him." He began to chuckle. "The child looked and acted normal, as if stable, but internally the boy was a mess. When the boy turned eighteen he graduated high school and went on to college. He graduated that in two years. The boy was a genius. He got a degree and went to work at a high tech place. Through them he discovered the truth.. a truth that shattered his world, but also gave him hope."

"I'm assuming, since you know this child so well.. that you were close with him?" The male laughed at my question.

I could see him shaking his head, his red eyes flickering before they settled on me again. "No. I was the boy."

"What became of you?" I asked, feeling concerned. A boy subjected to whatever happened to him.. reminded me of me.

"I worked for my.. job for many years until an accident happened. That's all I'm going to say." He exhaled sharply. "It's time for you to wake up.."

"Wait! I have one final question." I hissed angrily, sad to be unable to talk further with my 'guardian angel', as he claimed.

"What?" He questioned, tilting his shadowed head at me, red eyes unblinking.

"Will we meet in person?"

"Yes."

I smiled. "Alright.." I closed my eyes and felt my mind calming as the dream came to an end.

When I woke up it was night time outside and I was apparently sleeping on a couch. I groaned, shifting up to rub at my cheek where drool had accumulated over the course of several minutes. I staggered when I stood and I heard metal on metal coming from another room.

Where was I? I didn't recognize this.. monotone looking house. It was finely decorated in grey, white and black. I walked to where the sound was coming from and entered what appeared to be a kitchen that looked flat like the living room. The lack of color was dreadful.. or wait. Grey was technically a color, wasn't it? I didn't know and I was getting a headache just thinking about it.

I saw Albert Wesker cooking at the stove, stirring two pots of something that smelled like noodles and sauce. He glanced over his shoulder, glasses on, to see that I had awoken.

"Good of you to wake up. I thought you never would."

"Sorry, I was having a dream." I responded as I took a seat at the grey metal table in the middle of the room and crossed my arms on the table to watch him.

He stirred, no longer looking at me. "About what, if I may ask?"

"I'm not really sure anymore." I lied. "It's fading already." He looked to see me shrug as he turned off the stove. "What are you making? It smells great."

"Spaghetti."

I was grinning now. Spaghetti was a personal favorite. I loved Italian food, though I never had the luxury of eating a lot of it, just whatever mom or dad had made.

He laid out two bowls and poured some of the noodles into each after adding the sauce to them. We ate in silence, my eyes downcast to study the noodles.

"I have tomorrow off." Wesker said blankly and it caught me off guard.

I looked up at him, confused. "Why're you telling me?"

"You need to meet the team and get acquainted, but it'll have to wait. We have to find you new clothes." He said, eyeing my light blue tank top.

Yeah, I needed new clothes.. my old ones were getting tortured by my constant moving. "I'll buy some clothes when I wake up in the morning." I commented dryly, taking another forkful of spaghetti and eating it.

"Alright." He stood, turning to put his empty dish into the sink. "Wash the dishes before you go to sleep, if you would."

"Sure." I said as he walked out of the kitchen.

I sighed. Lovely.. I was staying with a crazy maniac.. but he didn't seem all that bad. A bit distant, yeah, strict even, but he didn't show any of his later traits. The insane laughing, the dark smirk, the flash of his demon eyes.. all that came later, after he died.

I washed dishes and went to bed on the couch, all the while staring at the ceiling as if it could provide me with answers.