Okay I think this one is gonna a bit longer than the last ones...I think. Thanks to all who have reviewed. Sorry it took a while for updating on here. The reason was I started a chapter and realized that I was gonna change its position and I had to move this chapter up. Then I also was constantly checking the timeline because I'm anal like that AND I THINK that Samantha's life seems plausible in the Resident Evil world...I have now proved that I have no life!! Well anyways Enjoy! Also I should mention the story will be coming to a close soon!

Chapter 8 A Little Insight

Leon opened the door of the elevator shaft to see the upper hall. Samantha eyes had remained closed, but she was still able to answer questions when inquired. Leon had almost forgot where the amethyst door was. Suddenly he remembered jerking himself around and hurrying towards the door in the other hallway. Before he reached it he wanted to get the keys ready. He hoisted Samantha over his shoulder so he would have one arm free. He struggled for a moment trying to adjust to her dead weight body. Quickly he pulled out the corresponding key and jammed it into the slot, and violently turned the lock open, and then he rushed into the room.

The room was actually not even purple. It was simply a white medical room, quite small compared to all the other top quarters. It was utterly bland and the only importance Leon found was the small bed for Samantha to lie on. She was set down softly before he hurried over to the white cabinet to search for the supplies. To his luck there was gauss, hydrogen peroxide, and some clean cloths. All the other supplies he didn't dare to touch.

He reached the small bed with the supplies in his hands then nudged Samantha on the shoulder. "Sam...I'm gonna have to flip you on your side okay?" he whispered. She nodded her head gradually. He reached over and turned her on her side. She didn't make any sound, but the pain shown in her face. When he turned her over he found the green jacket shredded by the Bandersnatch. No damage came to her jeans or body shaper. The wound wasn't too deep. He decided to turn her fully on her back. Leon took the coat off of her and cast it aside on the floor. He rushed over to the sink and dampened one of the cloths. When he returned to Samantha he washed away the blood from the injury. He poured hydrogen peroxide from the opaque bottle onto a white cloth and once again treated the gash. Samantha's back jolted in from the cold and white bubbles emerged from the wound. Leon let the foam do its job before wiping away the excess around the abrasion. He pulled out the gauss and finished wrapping the wound carefully. Then he warned her that he was going to flip her over on her back again.

Samantha opened her eyes to see Leon and took another deep breath. She felt yet another bubble down in her chest, a wheeze coming through. She tried to cough but nothing would come, only another rasp. Leon looked at her quizzically. "What's wrong?"

"It's my asthma." She panted out. "I don't think it was from the attack, maybe a weather change." Leon had heard of this asthma before. Maybe from a book? Samantha noticed him ponder for a moment before he smiled.

"Ass-mar?" He smirked. Samantha recognized the comment, with a bit of surprise. "Very funny Ralph." She hissed. Unbelievable; he did have some cleverness. Leon's smile broadened that she got the joke. "Now, what can I actually do to help it?"

"I need caffeine or my inhaler, but I don't have either; just let me lie here for a bit." The last thing she saw was Leon nodding before drifting off to sleep.

The light haired cop looked around the room to take in the surroundings. Aside from the medical room there was a small hallway to his east and a door to his north. He looked back at Samantha, never really taking in conception of this stranger.

She seemed to be headstrong, but very insecure deep down. She was intelligent and had an air of sarcasm around her. Her pale body held no tattoos or scars; only a few dark bruises blemished her fair skin. Her hands were quite petite even for a woman's and he found she had a nail- biting problem. His theory of her being anxious was now even more supported. She had a band made of three black beaded strands and a purple jewel design binding them together. She had long lashes and light eyebrows. He guessed her age to be in the same areas as Claire's, although Samantha looked more mature; maybe from the lack of rebellion.

Samantha's lips were tainted scarlet from her blood and so was the side of her face and neck. He took the wet cloth and wiped the blood away from her face and neck cautiously. Upon her collar she bore a necklace that held a black ring hanging from, one that was far too big to fit on her fingers. He brushed away her soaking wet hair from her eyes. Their highlights began to show as he pulled it behind her ear, revealing an onyx hoop earrings. Her features changed to aching with his touch and he removed his hand with a sympathetic look. Samantha then turned somewhat and laid her hand next to her delicate face.

Leon stood up after cleaning Samantha up. He took a look at her and saw her shiver upon the cot. He turned his attention to her jacket that was cast upon the floor. It was torn to shreds and was no longer useful as Leon suspected. He removed his jacket and placed it upon the young woman. A smile spread across his face as a serene expression came upon Samantha.

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A girl stood on the open field in the English Countryside. She took up her bow and tried to hit the circular target. Yet again she missed and sighed as a fall breeze struck her. In frustration she tied her hair back into a ponytail, not caring about the few strands that casually flew about her young face. She heard the crunching of leaves and smiled as her grandfather leisurely walked up the hill. He smiled back at her as he spread his arms to her. "Grandfather!" She said as she rushed over to him. He embraced her with loving arms and pulled back to look her in the eyes.

"How was you're trip to Russia?" Samantha asked him as she went to gather her archery supplies.

"O fine my dear, how have your studies been?" He stated as his tone became a bit more serious. She smiled at him girlishly hoping to charm him over. "Well, my tutor says I've improved in Algebra. Also I've raised my English to a 99%!"

"What about Science and Social studies?"

"I did extremely good in my athletics and health. Also my music instructor tells me I'm doing wonderful." She said nervously.

"Science and Social Studies..."

"I went down on those a little. I have an 84% in Science and I have an 89% in Social Studies." She said depressed as she looked towards her hands. The elder Spencer wrapped an arm around her shoulder and gave her a squeeze. "As long as you're trying your hardest" He grinned.

Now as any 14 year-old girl should know B's and A's are nothing to be depressed about when it comes to classes. Although Samantha never admitted to anyone she always had a feeling, paranoia that some would compare her to the deceased Alexia, the genius daughter of Alexander Ashford. What did she have to worry about though? Not many people could compare her, not many knew of Samantha's existence. Plus her grandfather never mentioned her helping in the family company...

"Speaking of classes, I am going to be 15 soon and I was wondering if I could start High School?" She questioned in voice full of hope. The old man looked down for a moment.

"I have to see my dear. You're getting some of the finest education right in your own home."

"I know its just...I would really like to see what it was like. It would be a good learning experience..." He sighed with the remark. "We'll see...you know how we move around so much...we'll just have to see." He stated again. Samantha knew this was a "no" as most teenagers do. They soon headed towards the manor and would begin dinner soon.

"Samantha dear..." Ozwell said looking down the dining table towards his granddaughter. " I am going to have to return to Arklay this weekend. I know its sudden but business must be done."

Samantha nodded, not at all surprised that her grandfather was leaving once again for the great cause of Umbrella. She slowly started to pick at her food at the dinner plate that was set before her. For some reason her fillet minion didn't look too appetizing anymore. The day had not gone well for Samantha. Her grandfather was leaving her once again and she would be left with the boring maids and 'nannies' that were supposed to look after her. Not to mention her dreams of actually attending a school were dashed once more.

"I was wondering if you would like to come along." His pleasant smile emerged again. Her entire pitiful look was washed away as she nodded excitedly. It had been 4 years since she had been to Arklay, her first real home, a place where she had felt...happy.

The plane ride wasn't bad so far. Grandfather had been reading over more letters from people. A small paper floated to the floor and as she went to pick it up he hastily grabbed it before she could even see the black ink.

He gave her another charismatic smile as he nodded reassurance. Samantha turned back to the window hoping to reach Arklay soon. Who knew maybe she could sneak into the city. With a hope she wondered how long the would be staying in Pennsylvania. Grandfather usually liked to stay around Arklay as much as he could. He said that they would be staying for 3 months, a bit short for Samantha, but she wasn't one to argue.

Samantha fixed her hair by flipping it over and placing a black hair band over the now fluffed up strands. She brushed off her simple black skirt of wrinkles and made sure that she was in perfect order. She would have liked to put on some lipstick, but once again that wouldn't be approved of. Grandfather said she still had to wait for make-up; she was still his baby girl. She looked at herself from her expensive little pocket mirror and decided she was acceptable.

Soon they arrived at the Spencer estate, a place that shared her adored family name. It was October; her favorite month of the year and nothing could be better. She took a deep breath of autumn air before stepping in the lovely mansion with her grandfather. It was strange how it was getting so cold at this time of year.

She walked close by her grandfather as a man that Samantha remembered from her past greeted him. The scientist known as William Birkin carried a few papers in one hand while outstretching another to Ozwell.

"Morning William, jolly good to see you again!" Said Spencer with too much enthusiasm Samantha noticed.

"Morning sir. It's good to see your return." Birkin stated simply. Spencer looked around for a moment. "Where's Albert?"

"Uh, he's off again sir, don't you remember his notice?"

"O yes, yes of course." The old man reassured his top scientist. Samantha looked over to her grandfather and wonder why he was lying again. Why did he always want to see senile in front of them, he wasn't that way in real life...

Ozwell put an arm around his young granddaughter with pride. "You remember little Samantha don't you William?"

William's glasses flashed upon his superior's granddaughter. She grinned at him as he gave a quick nod. "Nice too see you again." Samantha wasn't too sure if he was telling the truth. Something was on his mind, probably women problems she giggled to herself.

"Something wrong William?" Ozwell asked noticing his anxiousness.

"Oh, nothing Fae just messed up some things in the labs again."

"Don't tell me we'll need to be replacing more coffee cups, William?" The old man chuckled at his own joke. Birkin smirked as he rubbed the back of his head remembering an embarrassing past experience.

"Well there is going to be a meeting at 3 sir and I'll guess I will see you there. Much to do."

"Yes, William. See you then." With that the blonde haired scientist left the main hallway. "Well, my dear, I must go check on the other employees. You can meet me in the piano room. Remember no wondering around. And don't get in any of the employees way, no asking questions."

"Yes, grandfather" Samantha said with a slight sigh. "Good girl" He patted her on the head. With that he headed in the same direction as Birkin.

Samantha looked around and wondered if she should listen to her elder. She shook her head as she smiled to herself. It couldn't hurt to do a little exploring...

Sam walked up the stairs in front of her and looked at the painting that the doorway was in. She quickly looked at it intrigued by the sheer detail of it. Grandfather did have a bizarre taste in decorating. Sam shrugged and headed towards the courtyard.

She looked at the roses that were planted along the fence. So beautiful she thought. She heard a jingling of something and looked to the other part of gate. There was a little ball of fluff wagging its tail full of excitement as it put its paws against the gate. Sam made a gasp of joy as she looked upon the German Shepard. She hurried over to the gate and let herself in clasping the small pup in her arms. The little dog turned on its back, Samantha taking up the offer to rub his belly.

"Awww, your nothing but a little puppy aren't you?" His tongue flew out of his mouth as he panted. "What's your name?" She looked at the lavish collar and read the simple name. "Toby huh? That's a cute name. Do you belong to one of the employees?" Toby barked happily as he tried to bat her hair band of her head. "I bet you don't like being cooped up in this gated place huh? Come on let's go have some fun." She scooped the small puppy. Grandfather wouldn't go into the bar for a while. What could be the harm? She giggled with excitement; she could finally have a little escape.

Okay I'm stopping it there cause like the other memories deal with other crap and I just wanna update lol. So this is kinda a two parter or whatever. Well I hoped you enjoyed this chapter please review. I hoped you like the meeting with Toby, when he was all cute and fuzzy and not deadly and bloody hahahaha. Well farewell for now, I'll try to update soon. AMP.