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Back with Chapter 11. Now, this chapter is about Catalina and her adventures at the mansion in Germany. This one is going to be a bit.. different. She sings the lyrics to a song, so it's in her words, but they'll be italicized to show that it's the lyrics.~ It's only at the beginning so.. Enjoy. Oh, if you don't know, the lyrics are from the song called Through Glass (or Through The Glass) by Stone Sour. Really good song, but it's sad. One quick other thing. You get to see the first interactions between Catalina and two RE characters... so..~ Be ready for some words to fly. I hope you enjoy this as I did. This is also one of the longest chapter in this story so far. xD That means I put a lot of work into it.

Disclaimer:

Resident Evil, Wesker, Ada, Claire, Chris, Jill, Alexia, James, Edward, Spencer, Rodrigo, Paris Lab, Umbrella, Organization, T-Veronica, Rockfort Island and the H.C.F. = Capcom's.

Scott, Catalina, Vinny, Night, Larx, Everett, Morison and Charleston = Mine. Parts of the storyline are even mine.

Arms folded against her chest, Catalina laid in her bed without moving even a finger. She breathed, but barely. A song stirred within the depths of her mind, but she knew not what it was. The lyrics played out in her brain as if she had known them since birth, but had just recalled them. "I'm looking at you through the glass.. don't know how much time has passed."

The rhythm was slow, the words were soft and the flow of it was enchanting. The song was pleasant, yet sorrowful. She remembered it, as if it was engraved into her mind, always teasing and taunting her. She closed her eyes, resting her head deeper into the pillow as she softly began to hum.

"Oh God it feels like forever.." She sung softly along with the words in her mind. "But no one ever tells you that forever feels like home.. sitting all alone inside your head."

She opened her eyes, staring blankly at the ceiling. "'Cause I'm looking at you through the glass.. don't know how much time has passed.. All I know is that it feels like forever.. but no one ever tells you that forever feels like home.. sitting all alone inside your head."

A smile formed on her lips as she slowly rose from the bed, stepping over to the bathroom that connected to her room. She walked in, scanning it with just a simple glance as she moved over to stand in front of the mirror. She reached her left hand out towards the mirror, fingers hovering just inches from the glass.

"How do you feel? That is the question, but I forget you don't expect an easy answer.. When something like a soul becomes initialized and folded up like paper dolls and little notes.. You can't expect a bit of folks.." Her fingers moved forward to brush against the glass, touching it like it would break under the tips.

Her fingertips dug into the glass, cracking it like a spider web. She pressed down harder, fingers clenching into fists. "So while you're outside.. looking in.. describing what you see.. remember what you're staring at is me.." And with that her fist connected with the glass mirror, completely shattering it. Chips of glass fell into the sink and flew across the floor below. Glass caught the edge of the counter and, with her free hand, she swatted the pieces away to gather with the rest on the floor.

She stepped back into her room, shutting the door to the bathroom. She had no clue as to what had come over her to make her destroy the mirror, but she'd inform Scott of the little incident and hope that he wouldn't get mad at her for destroying one of his mirrors, even if in a guest room. She twiddled her thumbs, moving over to crouch down before her backpacks.

She closed her eyes, remembering the drive here. She had stopped on a deserted road to shuffle most of her stuff into her backpacks. The extra was still in the bags from the stores in the trunk of the Eclipse. Her pistols were secured in holster's at the bottom of her backpacks.

She dumped the first backpack out onto the bed, shifting through it until she found the first holster that contained the black Desert Eagle. She secured it to her left leg, around her mid-thigh. She grabbed the holstered M1911 and placed it on her belt, securing it on her right hip. No sense in being unprepared for whatever was to come in the near future.

The rest she shoved back into the backpack. She crouched down, a feeling pestering her senses. She peeked under the bed, noticing something. She blinked, trying to figure out what it was. She grabbed at the object. It was a sheet of paper.. She pulled it out, sitting cross-legged on the floor as she held the sheet between her hands, scrutinizing the small hand writing. It was neat, orderly, with small twirls and slashes along the lettering. It was readable, but very elegant. It was familiar..

At the very top of the paper, on the right, was the number 1. On the top left was the letter L. She knew instantly this was part of Laura's Notebook that the camcorder man had spoken about.

She noticed above the first line, in thin scribbling, it said; Day 1, Arrival.

She began to read, eyes flickering over the written words:

/So it seems to me that everything has a reason. Nothing is without consideration for the outcome of the events. It's all preordained. Even though I am young, I am more intelligent than I seem. They think me dim-witted, those pathetic excuses for humans, but I bet they would wet themselves over my gathered knowledge. My father taught me all kinds of things while I was growing up, though 6 years is not much to boast about, nor will I.

/I hate this lack of judgment, this waiting they are forcing upon me. Waiting was never an asset that I possessed. I would always finish first in my classes at school. I excelled at whatever task was before me.

She paused in the reading, blinking at the wording that the young 6-year-old Laura had written. She was intelligent to use such big words like preordained and judgement. She continued reading.

/Anyways. I'm not going to bother going into detail over the petty matters that surround me since I am the only one who is going to read this.. Sigh. Either way. My first day here was uneventful, but I'm going to talk about before-hand. I was with my father when a car pulled up, a man stepping out. I remember my father clenching my hand as we watched the man step towards us. My father greeted him and they exchanged words, but none of it mattered to me so I zoned out.

/Before I realized what was happening the man had me in his grasp, pulling me away from Father. My parent looked away with a sorrowful expression, not bothering to listen to my howling fits of yelling 'Daddy'. I was shuffled into the car and situated between the man and a woman.

/He turned to me, gazing at my simple white dress.. and said to me.. "Hello, Laura. My name is Spencer. I will be in charge of your future from here on out, do you understand?" And I just turned, giving him my most loathing glare that I could muster with my broken heart.. and I said.. "Like a lion in a cage, I will get out within time. Be warned that I am no slave or pet. I will not do what you ask without payment in the future." And I grinned at him. I leaned in closer to him so that only he could hear me. "And the payment I ask of will not be to your liking."

/He just looked away. I was satisfied with my words, grinning on the car ride to my soon-to-be temporary home, a facility I knew not the location of at the time. I knew in my heart that he would forget my words.. so I'd have to remind him one day.

And that was the end of the page. She flipped it over but the backside was blank. She sighed, getting up and placing the sheet on her bed.

"Great.. another mystery.." Catalina mused.

The words on the page baffled her. What had happened that made Spencer take her away from her own father, who stood idly by and looked away while she was stuffed into a car with strangers?

Her fists clenched as she gritted her teeth. She needed to get to the bottom of this, one way or another.

She heard a soft knock on the door and a voice that followed. "Miss Catalina.. I heard singing.. and then something breaking.. Are you alright?" The door opened gently as she turned to face Scott, who was entering her room.

She crossed her arms at the wrists behind her back, smiling. "Oh, sorry. Yes, everything is alright. I kind of.. accidentally broke the mirror in the bathroom. I am terribly sorry." She bowed swiftly. "I'll pay for it."

She heard him chuckling, so she straightened, looking at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Catalina, this mansion is not mine. I merely watch over it. There are spare mirrors in the basement. I'll replace it." He kept chuckling.

She breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh, I see. I am still sorry, though, for breaking it and causing you trouble." He shook his head.

"No trouble at all." He blinked as he noticed the paper on her bed. "So you found it..?" Catalina nodded. "Ahh.. I was given it years ago.. and told to put it under the bed in the room that would be yours, when you arrived. I didn't think you'd find it, but it seems you did." His smile faltered.

"Yeah. So.. may I ask you a question, Scott?" Her eyebrow leveled out with the other, her face blank.

She analyzed his expression as he tilted his head slightly. "Ask any question you want, but I may not have an answer for most of them."

She nodded. "I understand.. but um.. who was Spencer? I've seen him in the only two memories I have currently.. and he's talked about on this page. So who is he?"

He sighed, closing the door. He moved over to sit on the couch in the corner, laying back against it. "Have a seat." She did as she was told, sitting on the edge of her bed so that she could face him. "So.. ask a question and I'll answer it as best as I can."

She mused over possible questions to ask him, filtering out the bad ones.. and the hard ones.

"Who did Spencer work for?" She settled on this question first.

"My dear Catalina.. Lord Ozwell E. Spencer worked for no one. He was the founder of Umbrella Corporation, along with Professor James Marcus and Sir Edward Ashford." He responded, not blinking.

"What is Umbrella?" She arched an eyebrow at the name, a familiar shiver slithering down her spine at the name.

"Umbrella.. was a large pharmaceutical company.. a medical company, basically. They dealt in many things. Medical advancements, biological weapons, bioengineering, biotechnology, food products, cosmetics, chemicals, research and such. It was founded around.. March of 1968, if I recall correctly. Marcus was a biochemist.. and together the three did wondrous things, but also played dirty, such as the bio-organic weapons, or B.O.W.'s." He folded his arms against his chest as he watched her expression shift from blank to thoughtful.

"Ah.. I see... So what connections to Umbrella do I have?" She tilted her head a bit.

"You'll have to figure that out for yourself, dear. I can only answer general questions, not personal. Anything else you wish to know?" He frowned.

"Yes.. I have another question.. Who is Albert Wesker?" She stood up, pacing the room while watching him.

"Oh.. Well.. He was once a researcher for Umbrella, but he broke away after Raccoon City.. He is a very dangerous man, cunning and skilled in manipulation. He was also, at one point, the leader of S.T.A.R.S., a special task force group in Raccoon City." He answered, racking his brain for the knowledge that he provided. "Why do you ask?"

"I was told by the man on the camcorder to use his name." She noticed that his eyes shifted at the mention of the man on the camcorder. She narrowed her eyes at this, turning to him with her left hand on her hip, the other dangling by her side. "What do you know about him?"

"A scientist that was killed at an Umbrella facility years ago for some unknown reason. I have a page on him.." He stood, taking out his wallet from his back pocket. Opening it, he produced a folded paper, quickly stuffing his wallet back into his pocket before unfolding it. He stepped over to her, handing her the page.

She skimmed the page, noticing the name that stood out in bold letters: Jack Theryl.

"May I keep this?" She asked as she glanced up at him. He nodded and so she set the paper on top of the 1st notebook page of Laura's. She'd have to read it later on whenever she had more time. "Thank you."

"No problem." His smile had returned.

"There is.. one other thing that's bothering me.." She muttered to herself, looking away.

"Oh?" He asked with curiosity.

She nodded twice before answering. "Yeah.. It's a personal question, so you don't have to answer, but I want to just voice it.. I want to know why I was in that tube.." She sighed, rubbing at her neck. Her head hurt from all that she had learned, though little it seemed.

"I understand your need to figure this out. I wouldn't know what to do if I didn't know who I was..." He looked down, arms folded in his lap now.

"I'm not going to lie. I am a little scared.. but.. I have to be strong. I have to see this through to the end. It's the least I can do with my time." She clenched her fists a bit angrily, her eyes narrowed.

He smiled. "Yes. That's the spirit." And the two of them broke out in laughter.

A few minutes later, the laughter dissolved as Catalina froze, eyes darting towards one of the walls, the one that was towards the courtyard's location.

"Miss Catalin-" He froze as she interrupted him by swatting at the air towards him with a hand.

"Shhhh!" She listened, neither further speaking. "Something's outside..."

"How do you know? We're on the second floor." He asked, tilting his head a bit.

She tapped her ears, smiling. "Super hearing, I guess."

"No, more like powers from the virus in you." He whispered.

She glanced towards him. "I'll ask you about that later, along with 'Raccoon City', but for now.. stay here. I'll check out our guest."

"Alright." He replied as she opened the door silently and slipped out, leaving it slightly ajar.

Catalina made her way down the hall, glancing around the corner to peer at the bottom of the stairs, eyes flickering to the closed front door. She couldn't tell because there was no windows by the door. She'd have to open it to see who it was.

She cautiously took the stairs two at a time, almost gliding over the steps until she arrived at the base. She then crouch-ran towards the door, keeping low.. until her hand reached out for the doorknob. She grabbed it, turned it quickly and threw it open. At the same moment as her hand grabbed the knob, her other slid down to un-holster the pistol at her thigh, raising the Desert Eagle so that it would be parallel to the ground. If the person was in the doorway, it would be leveled at his/her stomach because of her crouched position.

She blinked as the entryway was empty.. but there was a car parked beside hers. A red mustang with two black stripes trailing atop the body from the hood to the back. She shifted her stance, moving out and into the bright daylight. The sun hindered her vision for but a second and she allowed time for her eyes to adjust.. noticing a figure by the mustang. It hadn't been there seconds before.

She straightened her posture, standing up to her full height. She kept her pistol out, walking down the stairs and through the courtyard to reach the fence.

"Who are you and why are you here?" She asked as she stood by the gate, green eyes locked on the stranger.

She saw the woman cock her head to the side, eyes closed, but her body was angled towards her, leaning back against the passenger door of the mustang. Her arms were folded against her chest.

Her blank face soon switched to a soft smile.. and her eyes opened.. to reveal light brown orbs. Short brown hair swayed on her head.. and her body was fitted in a red dress, a long slit stretching down her leg.

"Well, well. Took awhile to find you, but it wasn't hard. Just because you removed the tracker doesn't mean I can't trace the cell number. Nice try, though. I'm Ada." The woman spoke up, her voice covering the distance between them. She looked.. Asian, Chinese as a guess. Catalina didn't know or care what the woman was.

"Ada.. Why are you here?" She kept her gun level with Ada's chest, eyes now narrowed.

Ada shifted a hand from the crossed position, pointing a finger at Catalina. "You."

Catalina blinked, unsure what to say. "Uhh.. Me?"

"Yes. I was told to monitor you, seeing as you did purchase a phone under someone's name that isn't your own. Now why would you do such a thing? Just who are you?" Ada kept her cool posture, never moving. She didn't feel like getting shot today.

"Why monitor me? It's not your business and besides. I was told to use his name.." She glanced to the side, but kept her gun trained on Ada.

Ada was a good fibber, especially since it was part of the job. Lying was easy. "I work with the government, specifically the electronics area. Anyone involved with Umbrella falls under my jurisdiction. And since you used Wesker's name.. that means you fall under my range as well. Who told you to use his name?"

Catalina lowered her gun, hoping to make Ada think that she was convinced of her position with the government, but the black haired woman was smarter then she looked. Lying didn't pass by her too easily. She decided to play along, to act the role of a clueless woman. "I don't know.. it was a woman who told me. I didn't catch her name." She looked down, making sure her expression held sadness on it. Lies were so easy to weave.

Ada, like a fly caught in a web, moved forward to place a hand on the green eyed woman's shoulder, trying to comfort her. "What's your name, miss?"

If 'Ada' wanted to lie, then she could too. "My name is Rose." She shifted her pleading orbs to lock with Ada's brown ones, hoping that her act was believable. Ada, of course, was biting it like a fish on a hook.

"Well, Rose, would you mind coming with me? It's protocol that I take anyone with Umbrella connections back to headquarters. Standard procedure. It won't take too much of your time." Ada smiled kindly, trying to coax 'Rose' into coming with her with sweetened lies.

"I can't. I'm sorry, Ada, but I have to stay here. I'm on medication that I have to take every hour.. I can't leave this mansion or I'll die..." A tear streamed down her face, but this of course was part of the act.

"Oh, well.. That's a shame. My boss would have loved to meet you. In his spare time he researches diseases.. so he'd be fascinated by yours.." Ada sighed.

"Ahhh. Well.. maybe another time, then.. Goodbye, Miss Ada." 'Rose' wiped away the falling tear and gave a casual wave, the hand with the gun resting by her side.

Ada turned, walking around to the driver's door of the mustang.

Now was the tricky part.. Catalina turned, heading back towards the mansion, but her foot caught on a loose branch from a bush and tripped her, causing her to fall to the ground. She cried out as her ankle twisted a bit.. and she heard the door slam shut and a voice call out. "Miss Rose!" Ada appeared in her line of vision as she laid on the ground, breathing heavily. This was too easy. Rolling over, her hand flickered out and the handle of the pistol connected with the side of Ada's head for a hard knock. Ada collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

"Too easy." Catalina whispered as she leaned up, grabbing her ankle and twisting it back into its proper place. She flexed her foot. Good as new, the pain already subsiding. She stood up, surveying the spy on the ground. "Awesome. That was fun." She scooped up the spy in her arms, carrying her inside.

Scott was already in the main lobby, staring at her as she carried Ada in. "Get the rope and duct tape from my backpack upstairs." She ordered. He vanished up the stairs, returning once he had the items. Catalina tied the brown haired woman up with her arms behind her back, a few strands securing her feet together. She ripped a piece of tape off the whole, placing it on the spy's mouth. There. Done.

She stared down at her.. realizing something. "Oh!" She crouched, rifling through the unconscious woman's dress until she found what she was looking for, pulling out the woman's phone. "I have a call to make. Scott, please watch her while I take this." Scott nodded as she stepped outside, opening the phone.

She searched the contacts and one name caught her attention. Wesker. "Bingo." She read the name twice and then hit enter, pressing it to her ear.

"Wesker speaking." After two rings a deep male voice answered.

Silence filled the line as Catalina clenched her free hand. She had to talk before he hung up. "Ada?" He asked.

"No." She whispered.

"Ahh.. Where is Ada?" She could hear the chuckle rolling in his voice.

"She's.. tied up at the moment, with work." She replied, a slight musical hum to her voice.

"Oh? Well, that's a shame. For what reason are you calling me? That is her phone, after all." He asked suspiciously. She could tell that he sensed something was off instantly.

"I-.. Sorry.. Wrong number.." She quickly stuttered, a tingle of fear striking up her spine.

"No.. Do not think me naive or ignorant. I am aware something is wrong. If you do not inform me of the situation she is in then I will personally come to Germany and kill you myself." His tone was dark, endlessly blank of solid emotion. She detected a hint of irritation. "Yes, there is a tracker in Ada's phone." He chuckled at this.

"Albert Wesker.. ex-researcher for Umbrella.. ex-leader of S.T.A.R.S., a dangerous and cunning man, skilled in manipulation.." She had no idea why she was repeating this to him.. He was aware of his history, but it had slipped from between her lips. Maybe she wanted him to be aware that she knew of his past, even if only a little. "Ada's tied up and I mean literally. Unconscious."

"Ahhh... You've done your homework, haven't you? Now, tell me.. Just who are you, that you know of my dealings with a corrupted company and a doomed task force?" She could hear the curiosity present in his voice, the low drawl of his voice perking her interest in him.

"Catalina.. Voronix." She whispered.

"So you're the woman from the restaurant, the one who purchased a phone in Italy under my name?" He asked, knowing that the squeaking sound she made next was confirmation to this.

"You were watching me eat?!" She seethed. Stalker much!

"Camera's tell enough." He chuckled.

"Figures.. Don't bother coming after me, Albert. You will not find Ada alive if you do." She whispered, a threatening note to her light voice.

"Clever, clever.. woman and it is Wesker, not Albert. I would very much like to meet you. Perhaps we could set up a date to meet?" He asked, that drawl still high.

"You'll get your chance later. I have other business to tend to, more important then your acquaintance. Here, I'll even be polite enough to give you my phone number." She waited until he responded before she would say the digits.

"How.. generous of you." He muttered.

She shifted her phone away from her ear so that she could see the screen. She switched it to speaker mode as she pulled up her personal information on her phone. "***-724-1495. I made sure to get it from an American zip-code. Wasn't hard. You can text or call.. I mean, it is courtesy of you, heh." She giggled at this. She took the speaker mode off and pressed it back against her ear.

"I'll allow you to keep the number and access to mobile calling and texting, but only on one condition. If you deny this condition, then you will be without your current number." She could hear the change in his voice, the serious quality it held. Not that it wasn't serious to begin with, but she now noticed it was completely dominant in his voice.

"What is your.. condition, Wesker?" Her eyes narrowed as she waited for his response.

He chuckled. "I will give you a few days to tend to whatever need be done. I will not set a specific limit. When I deem it necessary I will arrange a place to meet. You will come, you will not avoid it. Should you not heed my words, I will come for you and I promise you.. it will be far from your liking. And any harm that comes to Ada before then.. will be repaid double unto you. Is that understood?" His entire voice became dark again.

"Yes, I understand. Glad you could be so generous and pleasant." She moved the phone away, pressing the 'end call' button.

She scowled darkly, turning to return to the mansion. She had managed to cover most of the courtyard in her walk while talking to Wesker and hadn't even realized it. She stepped up the stairs, closing the door behind her as she entered the lobby.

She glanced towards Scott. "Just.. throw her in a room and lock it.. Make sure she can't escape.. She's important.. Sorry to drag you into this, Scott."

He smiled at her. "It's alright."

She deleted the call history in Ada's phone before putting it back in the unconscious woman's dress where she had found it.

She left Scott to deal with the woman while she stalked up the steps, returning to her room. She closed the door and flopped down on her bed. The call had seemingly tired her out. She rolled onto her back, resting the back of her hand across her forehead, eyes closed.

What a day..