Disclaimer: I don't own Resident Evil, Capcom does.
2 police cars were chasing 2 passenger cars at night. In one of the passenger cars, a black SUV, were Carlos and L.J.. In the other, a dark red BMW, were Jill and Angie. It had been 1½ months since they infiltrated Umbrella.
Since they were wanted, infiltrating the evil corporation was a hard job to be done. But they'd succeeded nontheless. Next thing they'd done, was figuring out where Alice was being held. With the help of Angie, who, surprisingly, was really into computers, they'd hacked into Umbrella's security system and found out Alice was at the Detroit facility. So they drove their SUV over there, just in time to see Alice being surrounded by a squad of Umbrella operatives, who were pointing their machine guns at her.
Since Alice seemed to only be wearing a labcoat, and therefore was defenseless, Jill had to act quickly. So she stepped out of the car and approached the head commander of the squad.
"Thank you, gentlemen", Jill said, "We'll take over from here."
"On whose authority?" the head commander asked as he didn't know about any orders taking Program Alice elsewhere.
"Classified", Carlos said as he also approached the head commander, handing him a piece of paper, "Level 6 authorization."
The head commander looked at the piece of paper. Everything seemed alright, so there wasn't any reason to hold Project Alice at gunpoint anymore.
"Sorry, sir", he apologized and motioned the rest of his team to put down their weapons.
With that, Jill brought Alice to the car and placed her in the back seat next to her. L.J., who was sitting behind the wheel, started the car and all 5 of them drove off. Finally, they had succeeded in their mission and had Alice with them again. Finally, they'd freed her from Umbrella's grasp. Finally, their group was complete again.
But they soon noticed that something was off about Alice. She wasn't the same anymore. Umbrella had done something to her that made her different and distant. Something unexplainable and not understandable. Everytime they questioned her what the hell happened to her, she didn't know the answer. It seemed like she had amnesia or something.
In the following weeks, they realised Umbrella had genetically altered Alice. Often when she slept, things started to move in the room she was sleeping in. It was like she had telekinetic abilities. They didn't know what to do about it. Sending her back to Umbrella would be the stupidest mistake ever.
But as time went by, Alice's abilities only became stronger and stronger. It even came to a point where being around her was too dangerous, since she couldn't control the things she did. They all blamed Umbrella for the mess they were in, but that didn't solve their problems with Alice.
It wasn't until a month after Detroit, that Alice had decided to leave the group. She just couldn't be around them anymore. So she'd just left in the middle of the night, leaving only a letter, which explained why she'd left. The following morning, they all were shocked to find out Alice was missing.
"We have to get her back", Carlos said as they were standing in his motelroom.
"No, we don't", Jill replied.
"Why the hell not?" Carlos asked, surprised that Jill seemed to be so calm and cold about Alice leaving the group.
"Did you forget what she's done? What she's put us through?" Jill asked back, "I think it would be best for all of us if she'd stay gone."
"You can't seriously mean that", Carlos said angrily.
"Think about it. Without her, it'll be easier for us to hide for the police", Jill said, "Isn't that what we're trying to do?"
Carlos thought about it. The person he'd cared most for was gone and now Jill was telling him to let her go. He just couldn't understand what Jill was thinking. Didn't she want the group to be a strong force against Umbrella? Having Alice with them would've made attacking them a lot easier. So how can she say that it was best to let her go?
However, Carlos still was a little groggy from waking up just minutes ago, so he didn't want to argue with Jill at this time in the morning. The last thing he could use right now was someone throwing a hissy-fit at him.
"Fine", Carlos said, "But we'll talk about it later."
With that, everyone went to pack their things and get ready to leave.
However, hiding from the police didn't work out so well. 2 weeks after Alice had left the group, they were being chased by 2 police cars.
Since the United States weren't completely overrun with the T-Virus yet, the police miraculously still had time left to chase 2 perpetrators of something as simple as a hoax. Jill throught of it as ridiculous. Why was the police spending time on them, when they should spend their time on the infection that was spreading throughout the USA? It just didn't make any sense.
Of course the Umbrella Corporation blamed them for putting a video of the infected Raccoon City on the Internet, but it just seemed unlikely that they'd put weeks of work into a 'crime' they themselves actually committed. There must've been something else they were after. Something Jill didn't know about.
However, the ironic part of this situation actually was that she was now being pursued by the same kind of people she once used to be working with.
Screaming sirens could be heard behind them. It was only lucky that they had stolen another car, so that they could split up any second to divide the attention of the police, creating a bigger chance to get away from them. The infection had caused the roads to be almost empty, shaping yet another opportunity for them to escape the police.
Jill, wearing the same clothes that she had worn in Raccoon City, looked into her rear-view mirror and saw the police cars nearing them. If they got caught, they would be going thraight to jail. Or worse: they'd end up in one of Umbrella's labs, being used as test subjects. She couldn't let that happen.
She looked behind her at a sleeping Angie, who was unaware of the whole situation. She wouldn't let this happen to her, even if she would have to die protecting her.
Ever since Alice left, Angie had been heartbroken. Her father had been shot and left for dead, and now the person who she could bond the most with was gone. She just left her without saying goodbye. Since then, she considered Jill as her surrogate mother. Not only because they could get on with each other very well, but also because she had no one else to relate to. Besides, Jill taught her how to shoot a gun, which was fun to learn.
Suddenly, Jill steered off the main road and into a smaller one, hoping to shake the police off their tails. She'd see Carlos and L.J. later again. Right now, her main concern was losing the police.
As they were driving through a forest, Angie slowly woke up, noticing the trees they were passing by.
"Where are we?" Angie asked, "And where are Carlos and L.J.?"
Jill looked at Angie in her rear-view mirror. "We had to split up", she said, "But don't worry. We'll see them soon again."
Jill turned her attention back to the road, while Angie just looked out the window.
"Do you miss her?" Angie asked after a moment.
"Who?" Jill asked.
"Alice", Angie answered.
"Yes, I miss her", Jill replied.
Jill still remembered the moment she met Alice back in Raccoon City. She still remembered her motorcycle bursting through the church's window and landing between the pews. The speed in which she killed the creatures that had been harassing her for quite some time, was remarkable. Not ever had she seen someone with such an agility and accuracy. Right from the start, she knew that this woman was going to be a valuable asset to their group. And she was, for the time being.
"Then why did you let her leave us?" Angie asked.
"Do you still blame me for that?" Jill asked.
After a moment of silence, Jill continued. "She had to leave, because she was dangerous", she said, "Do you remember 'the incident'?"
"Yeah, all the furniture was floating around the room", Angie responded.
Angie still recalled the night she woke up, only to find out that the bed she was sleeping in was floating a few inches from the floor. This had made her not only terrified about what would happen, but she also knew that it was Alice who was making her bed float in the air. It wasn't the first time this happened and it would probably not be the last time. The rest of the group had noticed this too, so they immediately woke Alice up.
Quickly after they'd done that, all furniture in the room crashed down to the floor, making a loud noise. It was only lucky they had no neighbours, or else they would've been in a lot of trouble. But this incident was also the moment when the rest of the group had begun to wonder whether it was safe to keep Alice around. After all, she and her powers had caused all of this.
"Exactly", Jill said, "And do you know why that was?"
"Because you said Umbrella did something to Alice to make her do those things", Angie replied, "But that doesn't explain why she had to leave."
"She had to leave, because she didn't controll the things she did", Jill said, "And that made her dangerous. She could've gotten you hurt."
"Oh, she coud've gotten me hurt?" Angie said sarcastically, "Well, maybe Alice is hurting now. Did you ever think of that?"
Jill didn't like the sarcastic tone in Angie's voice at all. From a sweet little girl, Angie seemed to have become an annoying teen. On top of that, they were still being chased by the police. The least thing she could use, was someone who was rude to her. Angry, Jill turned her face towards Angie, keeping her eyes off the road.
"Listen, Angie", Jill began to vent, "I did that all for your own good. I didn't want you to get hurt. She was dangerous, to all of us."
With that, Jill suddenly lost controll of the car. In a blink of an eye, the car began to swerve to the left and right of the road, like it had suddenly gotten a will of its own. Frightened, Jill quickly tried to grab the wheel again as the car swerved off the road and into an embankment.
A scared Angie began to scream and tried not to look as a tree came closer and closer in view. As hard as she could, Jill tried to get control over the car again, jerking on the steering wheel in front of her. She squeezed her eyes shut as she didn't want to see where she'd end up while she still tried her best to get the car on the road again. She just didn't want to see herself failing.
But it was too late. Suddenly, everything seemed to go in slow-motion. First, the front hood of the car began to slam into a tree before Jill could even notice it. Then, the car all of a sudden came to a crashing halt. Next, both Jill and Angie hit their heads badly. And finally, the both of them were rendered unconscious as everything went to black.
Jill woke up with a jolt, frightened by the dream she just had. Frantically, she looked around. Realizing it was just a memory, touched upon in her dream, she took a long deep breath.
Calmed down, Jill noticed that she was still wearing the same paper gown as before as she was sitting on the metal operation table.
Actually, it wasn't a gown. A gown would've covered her body in a more appropriate way. But now it just looked like they'd sandwiched her naked body between 2 pieces of surgical paper, which were only covering the front and back of that body. Her legs, both of her sides, the top of her chest and her shoulders were all left uncovered, resulting in her bare body being exposed from her toes all the way up to her head. Hardly a gown. And it only seemed like they, whoever they were, had wanted her to be this exposed. Only the reason why she couldn't understand.
Putting the questions in her mind away, Jill felt her side. Dried blood was coming from 2 wounds that were created by the IV's that had been attached to her body when she first woke up. She winced as the wounds still stung a little. However, she ignored it and noticed the barcode with the number '014' under it that sat on her left upper arm. While trying to erase the barcode, Jill realised that it was a tattoo and decided to stop and look around.
Jill observed her surroundings. She was still locked up in the same white room she had previously been in, medical lights shining down on her. Somehow, she'd been knocked unconscious and carried onto this metal operation table again. And it also seemed like she was locked up again, just like before.
However, then she noticed something missing. The IV's were gone. They had taken away the only things that could get her out of this white room.
There weren't any grates she could crawl into to escape, since the only grates that were in the room were high on the walls around her. Places she couldn't reach. She couldn't move the metal operation table she was sitting on, as it was stuck to the floor. Plus there were no windows or other ways to get out. Only the door, which was locked from the outside. The only way through the door, was entering the right code on a little keypad next to it. Besides, you needed a card to swipe through the slot of the keypad. Only then, the door would open.
Jill felt so stupid for trying to escape and getting knocked unconscious by the man in the hazmat suit. In her weakened state, there was just no way she was going to get free from her imprisonment. Not when her bloodstream seemed to have been pumped dry by the IV's that were attached to her body. And now she regretted that she didn't wait a few days to escape. Because then, she would've been stronger. Of course, she could still try to escape, but such an attempt would be nearly impossible now.
"Dammit", Jill said angrily, slamming her fist on the hard metal surface of the operation table.
Jill got off the operation table and walked right over to the door, hoping against hope that it'd be unlocked. No such luck, however. Next, she tried typing in a few combinations of numbers on the number pad of the keycard lock, to no avail. Panicked, she started to pound on the door.
"Hello? Is anyone there?" a frantic Jill called, though no answer came.
"Can someone hear me?" Jill started to bang on the door, "Let me out!"
Feeling desperate, Jill noticed the mirror on the wall adjacent to the door, which she somehow knew was in fact a one-way window, meant for them to keep an eye on her. She had seen many one-way windows like this when she was with the R.C.P.D., so she knew instinctively that this mirror was one too.
As if the cameras, which she noticed were hanging on each corner of the ceiling and on the wall near the window of the room, weren't enough for them to watch her. Jill felt embarrassed. Everyone could just ogle at her near-nudity. Damn Umbrella.
"Fuck you!" Jill spat at one of the cameras.
Eventually, she just didn't care, even though she was only wearing some sort of weird gown, which showed most of her bare body. If they wanted to get a kick out of her near-nudity, they should just go right ahead. All that she wanted, was to be let out of this room.
Standing in front of the mirror, she started to pound her fists on it.
"Let me out", Jill demanded. "Let me out, dammit!" she called for anyone. But no one responded.
"Let me out, you son of a bitch!" Jill began to scream as someone on the other side of the glass was smirking at her.
Author's note: By the time you've finished reading this chapter, you've probably noticed that this is going to be a very long story. But don't worry, I know where I'm going with this. Just wait and see. I can, however, say that the 3 factions you've read about till now (which are # 1 Alice/Chris, # 2 Jill/Umbrella and # 3 K-Mart/Claire) are soon going to be reduced to only 2 factions, but not for a little while. What factions these are you'll have to find out for yourself.
Also, do you still like where I'm going with this story? I'd like to know, because it'll help my writing and the story. So please leave a review/comment and tell me what you think. Thanks in advance.