Chapter Two of Twilight!  I think this one will end up going much longer then Love Story-unless I decide to divide it into a trilogy-which I might do. *Ponders *

So Far the Cast list of people goes as follows-

JD Roper- (I'll email you about the second prize)

JillWesker- YAY! You made it! *Thumbs up and big smile * good for you! ^_^

Pinquicha- of course! Of course you're in! Thanks for being such a dedicated fan!

Anyway-CHAPTER TWO!

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Disclaimer: She doesn't own Capcom, sadly she never will.  * Makes sad noises * but she can play around in their universe ^_^ and does it every chance she gets along with hundreds of other people! Yay people!

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The world is very different now. For man holds in his mortal hands the power to abolish all forms of human poverty, and all forms of human life."
-John Fitzgerald Kennedy, Inaugural Address

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Paris France.

Crime Scene.

The yellow tape that stretched across the alley was only outweighed in importance by the government vehicles that surrounded it.

The French Police captain was pissed.

"Are you the American?"

            Albert Wesker nodded briefly, "May I see the body?"

"What the hell is this?" the accent made his speech profoundly ridiculous, "They send an American-how you say-FBI agent to us? To help us?"

Wesker said nothing.

            "Mon Dieu! Ils nous envoient un assourdit pour traiter un monstre, oh bien peut-être qu'il ne criera pas dans la terreur quand il voit la crime scène!"

" I am not a mute."

            The woman was lying on her back in a kind of halo of blood-sans head.  The head was scattered in kibbles and bits around the scene.  The French CSI were staring nervously, muttering to themselves and smoking cigarettes.  Wesker stepped foreward and paid no heed to the brutality of the attack focusing instead on the body.

"I have never seen anything like it!" one of the CSI-a weasel man who reminded Wesker of the severe Umbrella supervisor who'd lost the damn thing in the first place said, "It is as if her head was-was-was crushed! Like a child tearing the wings off of an insect…

Not a child, and not an insect-although the analogy do make sense… what the hell was he doing here? He wasn't a soldier-he was a scientist…

            He glanced around at his comrades in the field and chuckled to himself.  A thin woman, cigarette hanging limply from her lip backed away, Although I'm the only one who's not a disgrace to their profession.   He examined the splatter pattern on the wall and frowned, She'd have to have gone into the alley in order to-

"Cover up the body and make sure that nobody exits or leaves the crime scene. Is there any chance that people on this street saw anything?"

"Oui…" The French captain approached cautiously, a fly to the flame of this woman's death.  The blood did seem to be acting like a magnet-even the CSI were getting closer now going about their job.

How quickly people became used to death.

            "Oui.  Her daughter."

Her daughter?

            "Where is she?"

They found the girl at least 200 feet away.  Wesker approached cautiously; past the gray trucks and the washed out blue landscape.

            She was dressed all in white-a torn little white dress.  In her arms she clutched a ragged doll, one ear missing from its mutilated rabbit-like head.  Her long blond hair hung in straggling threads from her tiny head.

"Child, can you tell this man what happened?" The captain asked softly.  A female officer nearby began to protest and Wesker chilled her with a look.

            The child raised mournful blue eyes, like two saucers.  She has eyes like William's that seemed to be an affliction of the pitiful-eyes that looked into the soul daring you to betray them again.

"My Mere."

The French Captain translated in a string of broken English.

            "My mother and moi, me- went out for a walk.  My mother is a-how you say-producer? Non-Chere, prostitute? Oui.  My mother and I went out for a walk home from my ballet recital.  She danced there-and I did too.  She went into an alley because she thought she heard a noise…"

"Did she see anything?" I'm a questioning child.

The French Captain repeated the question and the child broke out in a sob.  She clutched the ragged doll to her chest and screamed.

            "Monster! Monster! Stay away from my mother! Don't hurt me! Don't hurt me!" The female officer stepped in and restrained the child, wrapping her white arms around the child's body and glaring angrily at her superior and Wesker.

Wesker stuck his hands in his pockets, "And no human could have done this."

            "Monsieur!" The little girl looked at him with those stabbing eyes, "e' was Hell's Bodyguard sir.  Servant of the Devil himself."

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Umbrella HQ

Austria

A dark, dark, dark room.

            Twelve chairs contributed to the atmosphere.  Although they were servants of business, the American god of capitalism, they conducted themselves as if they were a kind of sacred priesthood.

"Umbrella Europe's actions are unacceptable." The head of relations said, "Especially bringing in Albert Wesker to advise on the situation."

"Sir? Do you have any suggestions?"

The man at the head of the table remained silent.  He presided over his chessboard like a god.

"In any case, Umbrella Europe has proven themselves just as unreliable as Umbrella US.  Are all men so faithless and accursed that they cannot be trusted with the delicacy of our operations?"

A light chuckle traveled around the table.

            "Not faithless."

Silence.  The god, their god, had spoken.

            "Never faithless.  A new enemy is upon the horizon, and those pieces that we have trained and molded to our use are no longer in our control." His eyes strayed to the unprotected black knight, and the red knight facing down the white charger, "A new threat is on the horizon, and we must prepare to face it."

"What threat is this?"

The god smiled.  With the moves of a deft master he moved a single pawn at a time, counteracting it with his opponent's moves, twelve in all, out onto the board.

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The Redfield Home.

Thursday.

Kevin Redfield flipped the last of the eggs and let out a yelp as he watched them fall into the cracks of their gas stove.  Once again, Claire had closeted herself with the Nintendo in the living room, who knew where Chris was…

            "Is everything ready?"

Kevin blinked, "Pardon?"

            Callista smiled at him, "Lisa! Lisa's coming! Didn't I tell you?"

Kevin frowned and tried to recall who Lisa was.   Outside the sun twinkled merrily while the tiny gas fires beneath their stove burned bright.  They were having a late breakfast-having been up late watching the meteor shower that night…

            Callista clasped her husband's hand.  She loved Kevin with all her heart, but there were moments-

The doorbell rang.

            "Lisa's here!" Callista flittered from the kitchen, the egg slid father into the burner causing a small fire that required Kevin Redfield-Military pilot extraordinaire-to dash past his children playing a video game and return with the fire extinguisher.  The kitchen filled with dark white smoke and the sounds of three people coughing.

"Still can't cook huh?" a very familiar hand patted him on the shoulder.

            "Lisa!"

Lisa Sunderland coughed again and waved a hand in front of her face, "What were you trying to make? It smells like you burned eggs in here."

"I must have forgotten to mention to Kevin that you were coming." Callista studied the stove, "Sorry.  I think that's breakfast sitting in crispy chunks down at the bottom."

            "Its okay." Lisa patted Kevin's shoulder fondly, " I like my eggs "Well-done."

Kevin smiled, "What are you doing in town?"

            "Catching bad guys." Lisa laughed, "Lets sit down to breakfast-where are your two kids?"

"MOM!"

Claire's voice.

"MOM! Make Chris gimme back the control! He says it's HIS turn to play Mario but he already had a turn!"

            "SHUT up Claire!" Chris's voice hissed, "It's MY turn!"

"Not true you-"

The three adults-along with older brother Chris-stared in shock at Claire and the explanative that had burst from her lips.

"Oh…" Lisa covered her hand with her mouth and snickered, "Where'd she pick that word up?"

            "That damn MTV." Kevin turned off the stove.  Callista was laughing quietly along with Lisa, "Why do they think a network like that will catch on? I wish we had a TV blocker or something…"

"Never." Callista's eyes narrowed, "Freedom of speech-"

"Said the military woman-"

"People." Lisa smiled, "Lets look at this honestly, I mean she's a little girl, this has nothing to do with the constitution."

Kevin walked into the other room and Callista leaned against the sink.  Lisa's hair had grown since she last saw it-now just slightly past her shoulders, still that familiar shade of blond.

            "What are you doing in Raccoon?" Well technically Silent Hill… "You said you had some new job in the works…"

Lisa smiled, "You know STARS?"

            Callista had vaguely heard of STARS-Special Tactics and Rescue Squad-who's only real job seemed to be filling out mound upon mound of paperwork.  They'd never actually done anything-and it didn't honestly make sense for an anti-terrorist organization to be established in Raccoon-

"Yeah?"

            Lisa drew in a deep breath, "You are looking at the newest Communications Specialist." She jumped foreward and wrapped her friend in a hug, "I just got my letter of acceptance! I'll start on Monday." Her genuine warmth and joy at this prospect made Callista smile, Lisa might make jokes about what she did-considering that she had a bachelors, and masters in specialized communication and two years in the military (Where they'd met)

But she loved it.

            "I go in tomorrow and speak to a…" she fumbled for a name, hastily digging into the pockets of her jean shorts, "Barry Burton.  He's new too-a new second in command apparently."

"Congratulations." Callista smiled, "We'll be neighbors!"

"Well no…" Here Lisa looked sad, "I rented an apartment downtown-"

"MOM!"

            Claire came stumbling into the kitchen sniffling.  Chris followed behind her, looking sullenly at their father who came last-making up a mournful and rained on parade, "Mom, Dad said that the game system has to go on a time-out." She sniffled, "Make him take it out!"

"Oh come on." Chris shook his head and stared in bewilderment at his sister, "Its not the end of the world-"

            "I WANNA PLAY MY GAME."

"Sisters." Chris looked up and blinked as he saw Lisa's body, "Aunt Lisa? Can it be you?"

            "She's not our aunt stupid." Claire stuck her tongue out at her brother-earning a looking from their father, "LISSY! LISSY DID YOU BRING ME A PRESENT?"

"Ah yes." Lisa squatted down to look at her, "My "presence" is your "present."

Claire cocked her head and Chris grinned, "Puns! Can we play the pun game?"

            "Maybe later.  I heard something about breakfast?"

The odious smell of burned eggs still hung about the kitchen.

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A few minutes later breakfast had been organized.

            "Say." Lisa put down her coffee, "Cal, what lives next door?"

Callista frowned, "Huh?"

"What lives next door." She studied her roll, "With the crazy fence? Really faux modern house-"

            "That would be the Birkins." Kevin said, "They just moved in."

"Birkin…" Callista frowned at her husband, "What do they do for a living?"

            "Work at Umbrella apparently." Kevin reached for the marmalade as Lisa mirrored his move, "You want it?"

"Guests first." Lisa grinned and snatched it before Kevin could say nay, "you gotta work on your reflexes!"

Kevin suppressed a grimace as Lisa quickly spooned out marmalade onto her roll and handed it back.  Chris snickered into his cereal as Claire looked expectantly at her mother, "Do they have any kids?"

"Not that I know of."

"People at Umbrella don't breed." Lisa joked, "They spawn in test-tubes."

Callista raised an eyebrow and secretly wished she could kick her under the table, "And what would you know about what people at Umbrella do?"

            "I dated a guy who was studying there." Lisa said nonchalantly, "John Howe.  Nice guy, but totally work focused." She smiled, "He dumped me-but we remained friends."

"Should we go over and make nice later?" Kevin said, his mouth full of food, "We are neighbors after all."

"Later." Callista said absentmindedly, "When they get home."

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Umbrella Corporation-Arklay.

"I hate computers."

            Once again the simplest of electronic tasks failed to elude William Birkin.  He growled at the screen, unconsciously willing it to print and not display that awful "happy mac" face.

"Sir?"

            Birkin's eyes narrowed, "Come to laugh at me in my overly predictable situation?" he frowned when he realized that the person who was speaking was not a familiar technician.  The man had semi-long black hair, with unusually cold eyes.

"Who are you?"

"My name is Roper Sir."  He reached a hand up and gestured at his ID tag, "JD Roper.  I'm a MT-Technician."

MT stood for Multi-tasking.  Or as the arrogant bastards put it, "Multi-Talented"

            "Can you help me fix my computer?" Birkin gestured helplessly, "Damn thing won't print the lab results-again." JD moved foreward silently, He moves like a fucking Cat.

            JD motioned for Birkin to push out of the way, blocking the monstrous hard-drive.  He dropped himself flat on his stomach and crawled under, checking at the serpent's nest of tangled wires.  Birkin studied the man, noting that the back and front of his lab coat-and his jeans-were stained with blood.

"Were you hurt?"

            JD flipped himself over, "What?"

"Hurt." If he gets hurt when I'm on shift there's hell to pay " There's blood on the back of your coat and your jeans."

            JD barked out a laugh, "When do things ever not get messy down in Biology?"

Birkin nodded, "I see."

"Concerned?"

That you'd get me in trouble? Of course.

"No." Birkin waved a hand dismissively, "Is it fixed?"

            "Well sir…" JD put a hand out to steady himself, "Truth be told I came here for a completely different reason…" He got to his feet with a grunt and studied his employer, "I've been asked to escort you to the hospital sir.  Your wife-"

ANNETTE?

"What about My wife?"

            JD shook his head, "She's in the hospital."

Birkin froze.

"That's not funny." He snapped, "You fucking asshole." He stood and tensed.  Obviously this man had been inflicted as some sort of a joke upon his person, I'm gonna rip him a new-

            "Sir…I'm being totally serious.  I've been instructed to drive you down to the hospital immediately."

"How long has she been there?"

"A few hours-no more."

"What's wrong?" Birkin stood slowly, "What happened? Did they say?"

            "No." JD's voice was sad, "I'm sorry sir."

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Raccoon City Hospital.

Late morning sunlight drifted in through her window.  She tried to piece together the hours before she'd gotten shot-and failed.  Now she contented herself with looking out the window and sighing repeatedly.

Pregnant…

She had never even considered that possibility.  Trying to think of when it had happened brought her back through a drink induced fog on her wedding night joking about zombies and maiden voyages-

"Hello!"

Annette jumped.

"Don't scare me like that!" she cried.  Annette's eyes darted towards the door and rested on a short figure, young, with a short bushy bob cut and bright blue eyes.

"I'm sorry." The figure waved and stepped foreward.  Once again she dressed as a typical member of hospital personnel, "I didn't mean to startle you."

"Well you did." Annette raised her arms and folded them across her chest, "Who are you?"

            The figure grinned, "My name is Daniela Cabecas." Her words were slightly tinged with an accent, "I work as a volunteer here."

"Where's Doctor-"

"Katie?" Daniela smiled, "We all call her Katie, cheerful-but dedicated.  Anyway she's attending to other business, I just came in because-" here Daniela looked nervous, she shuffled her foot.

Annette groaned.  She had no patience for people who couldn't speak their mind, "Out with it!" Wow. She winced as Daniela backed away whimpering, I really sounded like William…

William.  His name brought about an immense feeling of shame.  How could she say that she'd married the man out of pity? And now she was going to carry his child? Did they even want that? Instinctively she wrapped her arms around her abdomen, ignoring the vague sense of loss and guilt that filled the room like an intoxicating fog.

"- And its supposed to be haunted."

            Annette snapped back to reality, "What?"

Daniela looked confused, "The hospital? I was talking about how this wing is supposed to be haunted.  Obviously they can't close it down, but people say that the ghosts walk the halls looking for revenge."

Annette's ears perked up, intrigued, "Revenge?"

            Daniela took a deep breath, "Way back when Raccoon was first founded they had one of the first working hospitals in the area." She paused for dramatic effect, "Anyway this surgeon comes along during the depression-offers people miracle cures-but some say that he experimented on them."

Annette's throat froze, "Experimented?"

"Oh yeah." Daniela seemed to be enjoying the story, her blue eyes wide, "Looking for a new way to cure cancer or something.  Anyway like-five people disappeared down here."

"Really." Annette didn't like stories about people that were experimented on, and vanished, "And?  Is Raccoon City full of these "ghost stories?"

            "Well yeah!" Daniela smiled, "There's another one about this mansion-"

" I think that'll do for today." Annette slunk down into her blankets, "I don't go out into the woods that much."

Daniela frowned, but nodded absentmindedly.  She turned on her heel and padded out into the hallway glancing at the name on the door.

Birkin…How'd she know that it was in the woods?

            Daniela had always liked ghost stories.  Even back home in Portugal they had been a source of fascination.  One of the first things she'd done-upon arriving in Raccoon to study at the woman's college- was to seek out Jessica's way.

According to legend, Jessica Trevor was the beautiful wife of an architect who stumbled out of the woods one day, wandered into town, and died in the middle of the street.  People had recognized her-and they sent her back to her native New York to be buried.  Apparently her husband had been building something out in the woods…

            Anyway, according to legend, if you walked past a particular part of the woods you could hear her screaming-
" ACK!" She jumped as a hand touched her shoulder, "Who-who-what-"

"My wife." The man before her had sunken in eyes and pale-pasty blond hair.  He looked like he'd just seen a ghost-or perhaps like he'd walked past Jessica's way.  Beside him stood a tall dark man, who appeared amused by her reaction.

"No…I'm sorry-we're not married." Daniela managed a weak laugh.

            Birkin did not find it so amusing, "See this?" he tore his badge off his lapel, "I'm Dr. William Birkin, and if you have the sense god gave a duck you'll take me to my wife Annette before I make your existence VERY painful-do you understand?"

Daniela blinked, Asshole. "Yes sir.  Right this way sir." She led him back down the way she'd come, knocking on the door with the crudely written "Birkin" Taped on. 

            Annette looked up, "Yes?"

William stepped in.

"Sir-"

He pushed the door shut-slamming JD in the face.  Annette frowned, and husband and wife regarded each other for a few moments.

"Hi."

"Hello."

"When they told me-" William spoke quickly, like a hyperactive child, "They told me you were hurt-I wanted to come down and see you." He made a fist, "Bastards waited until I had finished the day's work before telling me."

They did? That cut deep.  Humanity was priority at Umbrella-or so she'd always thought.

"I got shot." She offered lamely, "I was going to pick up some groceries and…" her voice fell, "I got shot."

            "I'll kill the bastard who did this to you."

You're really quick to get prissy about things aren't you? Annette sighed and turned away from him.  She could feel his eyes boring into the back of his head, begging her for some sign of her undying devotion towards him, He's like a starving child…

She had to tell him.

            "William…I found out something." She turned back around to face him, "Something that's going to set our work back-my work back at least… " The thing I most fear.   Without her work what was she? She wasn't necessarily pretty-or talented…only her drive and determination marked her apart from others.

Birkin frowned, "Are you sick?" he asked with his usual tact, "Because company health policy dictates-"

            "No-I mean-No yes…I'm sick." Annette groaned, "I'm sorry William…I'm Pregnant."

What?  Pregnant? Wait-she hasn't-she's slept-that-oh god.

He coughed, "Pregnant?"

Annette nodded, Surprised?

"Wow." He coughed again, "Uh-yeah-Wow."

Annette's eyes narrowed, "Nothing else to say?"

I'm going to be a father?

"I'd think you'd have a lot to say-I mean…" Birkin's eyes narrowed, "This is a big step! How-uh-how-"

She sighed, "I'd judge about two weeks." I'd assume the reason why I'd… she shook her head.  She turned away from him and stared at the walls-painted a dusty institutional white. This place does look like it could have belonged to a deranged scientist…

"Annette-you haven't answered my…" He sighed, "Are you alright?"

"Yes."

            William seemed disappointed by her response, "Oh." Not excited? I mean I'd be excited-but I'm not a woman-

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Outside.

JD growled and pushed himself away from the door.

            "You know them?" Daniela peered intently at the door, "Crazy family? Any history of insanity?"

JD ran a hand through his black hair, and studied the young woman, "Not that I know of" Although from the stories I've been hearing…

            Daniela sighed, "I was hoping to see the ghost."

JD's eyes perked up, "What Ghost?"

            Daniela sighed and rolled her eyes, People are so ignorant about their town history here… back home it was completely different-but maybe that was a sign of the place.  She fussed with her hair for a moment before explaining the story to JD.

"Mansion? That's where I work."

Daniela's eyes widened, "You mean the story's true?" That brought a whole new dimension to the world around her.  If that one was true…

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Paris France-

Outdoors.

Early evening.

They were hunting him.

       The man with the glasses was hunting him.  The voice inside its head said he looked familiar, that he was bad.

Kill him! Kill him! Kill the bastard and eat his bones.

"Yes."

For once the two halves of the whole were in agreement.  They, the creators had to die, so it could live and eat more rabbits, more tasty human flesh.  The voice was becoming fainter-the man who had once had a name and a place in the world was fading into the sweet nothingness of death knowing that his body was no longer his.

"Flesh."

" Oh Franklin!"

Sounds of laughter, giggling, then soft wet sounds.

He crept (Difficult) to the noises (easy) and stared at the two rabbits.  One, the female-had her top off, lying a few feet away on the soft wet grass.  The male was kissing her-his body on top of hers.

": Mon Dieu! Franklin! Franklin STOP!"

            The male known as Franklin stood, "What's wrong Lyn?"

"Franklin…"

They began to kiss again.

"Flesh…"

"What was that noise?" Lyn sprang up out of the darkness, "Somebody's watching us!"

"There's nobody around for miles." Frank scoffed, "We're hours out of the city."

"I heard something!"

Franklin sighed, "Fine.  I'll go check the bushes okay? You can start heading back to the car."

Lyn nodded.  She took a few cautious steps toward her discarded top and slowly slipped it over her head as Frank marched off into the bushes determined to appease his overly sensitive girlfriend. 

Silence.

            Lyn walked faster.  The forest cloistered itself around her.  She shoved through a thick tangle of vines and saw the road-a thin strip-ahead in the distance.

Frank?

"Frank?"

Silence again.  The dense woods were completely silent-no bird, no beast, and no fowl.

            This isn't real, this isn't real, and it's not waiting for you in the car…

Lisa's eyes widened, her breathing quickened as she stared slowly at the familiar red car-1986 Buick-

Nothing there.

No dark shapes, no looming shadows.  It's sad comfortably on the grass with its smiling fierce face.

She breathed a sigh of relief.  Frank was probably waiting back there for her-

The smell was overpowering, what was that stink?  Like rotting fish and dead flesh, and animals that walked from long dead forest graves-

She turned around and screamed.

Frank's mutilated corpse was held before her, two huge hands gripping him around the neck and steadying the dummy's twisted body.  She screamed then, or perhaps that was the voice of the being that had once inhabited the body of nemesis-the greatest killing machine of all time.

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Yay! Chapter 2! * Pumps fists in the air* number two! Nemmy certainly has a bit of a soap-opera streak-I like that.  Contest winners! I hope you're happy with the way you're portrayed? I promise it'll get better this was just setting each character's scene.

JD-ya know that was what I originally had in mind for you? Working wif computers? * lol* thanks for posting that though ^_^

And I have a request-can somebody please provide me with a good information RE webpage? I want to find out if Barry would be working at STARS right now-thanks! ^_^