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Copyright 2003 Astian Leslie Hannan.

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RISE OF THE NEMESIS - The Story of Matthew Addison

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Chapter 1 Summary -- Matthew Addison meets with his sister Lisa Addison on the outskirts of Racoon City. She pleads to him to meet herself and her contact outside Spencer Mansion, to take them back to the Press in Raccoon City, to expose the threat of Umbrella, and put a stop to the illegal experimentation.

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Chapter 2 - Remember Me

He sat in the small living room of his family home. It was nice and cosy, with only him living there. It was left to he and Lisa after their mother passed away, but after Lisa moved away to work for Umbrella, he had gotten the place to himself. It was one of the few homes in Raccoon City that did not contain a single Umbrella product. He despised them. Both the corporation, and their products. Sometimes, at night, when it was very cold, he would wish that he had some company, but he was never very good with relationships. Thus he had never found someone to share his life with. Basically he was a loner. Keeping to himself as much as he could, and sticking with his task to shut Umbrella down.

Before him, on a polished black coffee table sat a mug of coffee, made with a plunger, and a manilla folder filled with documents. He picked the folder up and leafed through it idley, regarding all the information that came into his focus. He had recorded all of this information himself. It concerned the T-Virus, and the viral weaponary research that he knew Umbrella was conducting underneath the city. The information he had though jumped around alot and was not concrete, so it could not really be used to uncover Umbrella's evil plots. His lips parted and a sigh escaped his pale pink lips. His coffee was getting cold, and still he had to prepare to meet Lisa and the contact within afew hours.

Dawn was coming along, painting the sky a rose pink colour, highlighting the branches of the depressing winter trees, giving off the illusion of spring. A few morning calls were sent from bird to bird upon the awakening of the new day, and the sun cast it's rays across the industrialised area, known as Raccoon City. Matt stood and stretched, dropping the folder back onto the table, and drinking off the rest of his coffee. He stifled a yawn behind his hand, compressing the need and want of sleep. He knew he would be getting none in the next twenty four hours. As his sister warned him, he needed to be alert.

Suddenly, his cell phone started beeping madly, with an incoming message. The small phone flashed red, on and off, as it alerted Matt to the fact that the message was still unread. It reminded him of his sister chiding him about being slow, and snapped him out of his reverie. He flipped the small object open, and pressed afew buttons retrieving the message he had dreaded recieving.

|| It has all gone wrong, the Red Queen has gone homicidal. She is going to kill us all! Oxygen levels are dropping, I am afraid I can't hold out. I love you, brother. Remember me always. ||

Matt stood there, reading the message over and over again, with shock. He couldn't believe that it was true. Lisa must be playing another one of her jokes on him. She was often known to fool him, as she did when they met last. Scaring the crap out of him, perhaps this was what she was doing now. He shook his head, his fingers numb from shock. The phone fell away from his loose grasp, hitting the floor with a smash. The truth settled in on him. She was gone, his sister, gone. Now he was truely all alone. Now he had nothing left.

He felt his knees collapse out from under him, bringing him swiftly to the floor. His blue eyes glassed over as a wave of tears flowed out from within the ducts. Crystal clear, the liquid flowed over his dimpled cheeks and around his dimpled chin, to fall to the floor. Matt cradled his face in his hands as he silently wept. His life was over. How could he possibly continue to live, with nothing left to strive for. No-one to impress. Then it suddenly clicked that he did have something to live for. The memory of his beloved sister, Lisa. Her final request to him before she left. He would uncover Umbrella at all costs. The Umbrella Corporation would pay for what it had done to millions of people aorund the world. For all the illegal research they did, and for the corruptness that it spread. Then he would search out every bastard that had founded Umbrella and kill them with his own hands, if it was the last thing that he did.

Where would he start...? The Spencer Mansion; 'The Hive'; Umbrella's Core.

Matthew Addison collected his thoughts together and locked them away in his mind. Grasping the arm rest of the sofa, he pulled himself upright again and scanned the room. What would he need? He figured that all he would need was himself, and his guise, the parting gift his sister had given him. He fingered the leather wallet, feeling the identification tag and the security card within one of the slots inside. Grim faced, he grabbed his jacket and pistol and attired himself with them, heading for the door.

Grasping the handle he made the final promise...

"I will take down Umbrella, or die trying".