Eiji Shinjo: Yeah, lol. To put it simply Derick's screwed. Yeah. I have a lot of key things in mind for how the story will go and yet they all seem so twisted to me. Throughout this story you'll be seeing lots of characters come and go. As for her powers, they won't be discovered until much later (discovered as in how to physically use them once she gets it). I'm trying not to say too much, but certain questions I can answer, haha. Here soon the different views will thin out and you'll see mostly her for most of them. Here and there you'll see a few other views. Most of it will focus on Saria though.

Yeah, I'm trying to write a few before I post them. I'm already well ahead of what I'm going to add for now. And don't worry about an apology, it's fine.~

The topic of Marco and Fin.. well. They're going to be pushed to the back burner. They'll be out of the picture soon for awhile. Marcus and Derick.. well, you'll find out what's going on with them. I'm so antsy I just want to tell you what's in store, but I can't, so I'm not saying much so I don't spill the beans. xD As for Albert... You'll meet him soon. Very soon. In fact this chapter is the first part he appears in. Oh, the irony.~ Lol. Yes, I can totally see Wesker doing that. "Ahha!" And giving one of his little half visible smirks as if he accomplished something of complete importance.

Don't worry about the typo's. xD We all make them. Welcome. c: Thanks for the review. Sorry I can't say more. If you have any general questions you may have, you can ask them. I'll try my best to answer without giving away something important. xD

July 11, 1967 (11:15 AM).

A hand was shaking my shoulder and I groaned, eyes fluttering open to study the source of the annoyance. Mark was leaning back towards me, his hand roughly trying to awake me. I had fallen asleep apparently with my left cheek cupped in the palm of my hand as I had been staring off into the blurring scenery two hours before.

"Wake up, Sara." He said, using my rarely mentioned nickname. "We're here."

I blurted out a soft "I'm awake.." before studying the new environment. Old, I corrected, as I realized I was in the woods by Raccoon City. Before us sat the famous Spencer Mansion, though from the looks of things it wasn't fully completed.

"George Trevor, the architect, says it will not be finished until November." I heard Spencer sigh as he said this.

"Oh." I muttered. I fumbled with my seat belt while I heard one of the doors click open.

Spencer was already out, moving toward the front double doors. I noticed suited men coming out and retrieving the bags from the car while dad was walking over to me as I got out, a smile on his face.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" He asked. I nodded, looking around to examine the woods that mingled all about the area for as far as I could see. Just over top the trees in one direction I could see lights and so I assumed the city was that way. Dad followed my gaze and chuckled. "I'll take you to Raccoon City tomorrow, once you're settled in."

"Cool." I said.

"Let's head inside. I'll give you a tour of the place and you can meet some of my friends and coworkers." He said, laying a hand on my shoulder and steering me toward the doors.

We pushed open the doors and paused so he could let me admire the mansion's interior. It was massive and the lobby area was just as it had looked in both the game and my dream-vision thing.

Spencer had left us after saying something about going to see 'James and Edward'.

Dad noticed I was in awe and laughed. "Wow!" To actually be standing here in this room was completely different from the vision. I could hear people moving down the halls, voices echoing and speaking, smells of all kind radiating around me. Lights lit up the stairs along with most of the room and I saw two forms at the top of the staircase.

My eyes locked on them and then to dad, who was still laughing. He motioned me forward as the pair above descended to greet us.

They stopped at the base of the steps and us a few feet from them.

I realized now it was a woman and a man. The man stepped forward to offer me his hand to shake, which I did, while the woman remained still, staring blankly at me.

"Hi, you must be the daughter, right? You have his features, especially the hair. Naturally white?" The man asked curiously, his voice a soft tone.

"Yeah. Who are you?" I asked, ignoring his question about my hair color. It wasn't really white, not yet at least.. It was more of a really, really light brown as I've mentioned prior. If you want a more accurate depiction it's like.. almost white. It'll actually become white soon. Dad's did.

"Oh! Where are my manners! I'm terribly sorry. My name is George Trevor. I'm the designer of this mansion. Impressive, isn't it?" He laughed and I could hear the pride in his voice. I nodded.

The strange and seemingly gentle man before me was short, with a light build but a strong frame. He had streaks of gray in his light brown hair and yet I couldn't gauge his age. Twenties? Thirties? Forties? I didn't dare ask. His golden brown eyes spoke clearly of his friendly nature. He was clad in dirty gray slacks with an equally dirty white t-shirt. He had a slight handsome appeal to his face, in an older way.

"George, this is Saria, my middle child and only daughter." Dad said, patting my shoulder.

I glanced to the silent woman, her dark brown eyes glued to me for some reason.

"Saria, I have another thing to confess to you." My eyes snapped to dad's face as he said this, confusion written on my features.

"Eh?!" I hissed. "Dad! Stop keeping secrets from me!" I groaned.

"Sorry! It was.. uhh.. kind of her idea!" He said, shooting a look to the blonde woman.

She was around 5'6 with a curvy body hidden underneath a lab coat, a purple blouse and khaki pants. I studied her feet for a brief moment and almost snorted at the brown shoes with heels. Her long blonde hair was trapped in a low ponytail with a few pieces sticking out. The brown orbs didn't give me any more reason to like her cold appearance and stance.

"Saria Wesker. It is a pleasure to meet you." Her cold exterior melted away and was replaced by a real warm smile. She seemed a bit more likable with the smile. "My name is Caroline Wesker. I'm your aunt."

Aunt? What?! I glared at Mark, who was uttering apologies left and right. "I have an aunt on your side of the family and you saw fit not to tell me about her?!" I snapped angrily.

"Do forgive him, Saria. I wanted this. I didn't have much time for family back then with my job, aside from my son and husband." Caroline said, smile saddening. "It would have been beyond awkward to be apart of the family after my long absence."

My glare grew darker. "I would have loved to at least meet my cousin. Is he here?" I asked, looking around.

"Actually he is. Let me get him." She walked up the stairs, vanishing beyond my sight.

"So! First time in this area, right?" George questioned, earning my attention. I nodded slowly, though I kept to myself that I knew the area by game experience. Haha. "I'll have Lisa give you a tour sometime then."

"Lisa?" I tilted my head.

"My daughter."

"Ohh." I understood now and so nodded to the offer of a future tour of the mansion.

Footsteps echoed above us and we three turned to gaze up to see Caroline walking down the steps to join us, a boy clinging to her hand.

I tilted my head, trying to figure out why the young boy looked so familiar. He had short blonde hair and the prettiest eyes I had ever seen. They were a strange mix of both blue and grey to make a steely looking combination though his eyes appeared warm, if a bit uncertain. He had odd clothes on. Black dress pants with a loose fitting grey hoodie. He looked to be really young. Come to find out later that he was seven at this time.

"Saria, I would like you to meet my son.. Albert." She said and my blood ran cold and I felt as if I had been slapped hard. Now his appearance made sense and why he looked familiar. "Say hello, son."

"Hello.." The boy said shyly.

A chilly realization occurred to me; Albert Wesker was my younger first cousin.

July 10, 1967 (5:00 PM).

Fin was sitting in the Camaro, radio in his hand. He had just radioed HQ and Bradly was sending help their way. They just had to wait. Marco was situated in the passenger side, though he was leaning a bit out the door as he fiddled with a cloth. He pressed it to his wound, which was now exposed as he had removed his upper clothes.

The ex-driver had somehow lost the car keys in the struggle that had followed Coal's admission of Derick's kidnapper so they were stuck here. They had requested him to come talk to Bradly. When he had refused Marco reacted.

He had raised his rifle and Memphis had arched a brow, a slow smile forming on his lips.

Suddenly Sharl and his men appeared and a shoot-out had taken place briefly while Fin and Marco took cover behind some crates.

Coal's voice could be heard over the gunshots, ringing loudly. "You boys have a lot to learn! The only reason you got Melly was because of me; I allowed it! He was a traitor anyway. You saved me the trouble of killing him myself!"

Melly the traitor. That had been an interesting week.

Marco motioned toward the entrance and they made a run for it. Just as they flew through the door Marco cried out in pain, dropping his rifle as he clapped a hand over his now wounded right shoulder.

Fin scooped up the rifle and drug his partner with him as he headed for the Camaro. It became quiet aside from their panting breaths.

A sudden engine roar caused Fin to come back to awareness as he looked around and saw two police cars moving closer. They stopped a few feet from them and out from the first car came Bradly and Jack, both running over to them.

"Where's Marco?" Jack asked, scanning for the friend.

He motioned to the passenger side and Jack ran around to inspect the wound and talk to Marco, who had begun talking. Fin noticed the second car opening as two new individuals moved to join them.

Bradly was studying the scenery, lost in his thoughts it appeared.

"Jason?" Fin asked, disbelieving that the captain was really here. He noticed the woman walking beside him and his eyes widened. "Sadey?"

"In the flesh." The woman replied in a witty tone.

"His wound looks minor compared to what it could have been. The bullet went straight through." They heard Jack holler and Jason sighed in relief.

"Good." Bradly said quietly, a dark expression on his face. "We need to get who did this."

Fin scowled and peered up at the group. "Memphis Coal and Sharl Deivo, along with hired men or perhaps low ranking NR members." He said the names with a bit of anger in his voice. One of them had shot Marco.

Fin explained what had happened, about finding Sharl, how Coal's later arrival brought about more talking and then the shoot-out, how they were out numbered and had to get out. Then how Marco was shot. He left out what Coal has told them on purpose, considering it for later use.

Bradly stood straight suddenly and gazed to Jason and Sadey. "Head to the warehouse, find them."

"Giving me orders?" Jason asked with a smirk and Bradly blinked. Though he was the leader of his trio group Jason outranked him in the police department overall as the captain. "Alright." He didn't mind since he and Bradly were good friends and this was the tracker's case he was handling.

"Stay here." Sadey said, eyeing them cautiously.

"We'll be back." Jason said and signaled for Sadey to follow him. They both took our their assigned police pistols and crouch-ran to the designated warehouse.

Silence overtook the four as they waited patiently for the pair to return. Marco's shoulder was cleaned and bandaged moments before by Jack, who now stood with folded arms beside Bradly.

Fin was contemplating how to tell Bradly the news about the boy. Outright? Leading up to? Indirectly? He figured outright would be best.

"Boss, there's something you need to know." Fin started hesitantly, eyes shadowed with confusion.

Bradly glanced to him, brows arched. "Hm?"

Fin studied his friend and superior's face for a brief moment before removing his brown hat to run his fingers through his short grey hair. His light blue eyes closed as he thought of his words carefully.

"Before the shoot-out.. Coal revealed something.. something important." He said slowly, his words laced with uncertainty.

"Spit it out." His superior said impatiently.

Fin's blue eyes became clouded. "He said the kidnapper's name was 'Spencer'."

Bradly's body froze and a sudden anger overtook his gray eyes. "Spencer?" His first thought went to that company that had been growing lately in Raccoon City that was founded by Ozwell Spencer. That couldn't be, could it? They wouldn't kidnap a young boy, would they?

He turned his head to Fin, frowning. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

Fin shrugged. "That the company called Umbrella Corporation is perhaps conducting illegal activities that involve young boys?"

Maybe they were thinking the same thing.

"When they get back we need to talk to the Chief. We need to look into this." Bradly sighed.

They waited and waited, the air thick with tension. "I hope they're alrigh-" Boom! Fin never finished his words as the warehouse ignited into flames, a puff of smoke curling up above the mass to darken the sky. The scents associated with fire filled the air and they watched in horror as they realized what had just happened.

The warehouse had exploded, fire consumed every inch of it and worst of all.. Sadey and Jason had went in it.