"I want to tell you a story. A story of hate, tragedy, love, birth and death. I want to tell you…. My story…"

"It begins on a warm day, I was being transferred to my new job. I had been recruited by Shadowlaw.

The chopper ride over there was as ordinary as ever and the guys I was being transported with seemed very nice. Lieutenant Heat Wind, Private Johnathon Kirk and Private Albert Wesker. We nattered about this and that while we waited for the drop zone."

Brief Introductions.

"So what d'ya think it's gonna be like working for Bison?", questioned Wesker, shouting over the continuous beat of the helicopters rotors.

"I dunno", called Heat, "He's probably a total soft pot, ha ha!"

"I doubt that…", Wesker fiddled with his helmet, twirling it round in his hands.

"You nervous?", I asked, finally speaking after my deafening silence.

Wesker turned his head and looked me in the eyes. He nodded slowly, so slow that if you weren't paying attention, you wouldn't notice it.

His eyes were filled with fear. I could tell. Those yellow orbs were glazed over with helpless thoughts.

I put my hand on his shoulder. He flinched ever so slightly, as if he was expecting something horrible was going to happen.

"It's ok. I'm always here if you need to talk." I tried to make my voice sound friendly and lively, but I just couldn't do it. I was as nervous as him.

The helicopter stopped and we got off. The Shadowlaw HQ was very big and very dark. Corridors splayed in every direction.

We walked into a very large room and were told to wait.

Suddenly, we all heard footsteps. Ordinary soldiers footsteps and large footsteps. They thundered through the corridors. Then.… HE entered the room. The General. M Bison… The man we were working for.

He stomped towards us all with such a ferocity, I nearly ran In terror. But, no matter how scared I was, I had to stay still. I mean… It WAS my job. If I knew I couldn't take it, why did I apply in the first place?

He then spoke. A voice of thunder.

"OK, you will all remove your helmets and tell me your names."

The sound of his voice made me shiver inwardly.

Heat Stepped forwards, he was such a brave guy. You would never think so just to look at him.

"YES SIR! LT Heat Wind Reporting for duty, SIR!"

"Uh huh", nodded Bison as though he wasn't Interested in the slightest.

Bison approached Johnathon Kirk. His huge figure towered above the small frame of Kirkie.

Johnathon started to scratch.. Little creatures started leaping off him as he disturbed them with his itching.

Bison glared at him with a look of disgust and surprise.

"I'll get back to you", he said turning to face Wesker, "YOU?"

Wesker bravely stepped forward with a stern look on his face.

"PRIVATE ALBERT WESKER SIR!"

When Bison nodded and turned to face me, I could tell Wesker breathed a sigh of relief.

I smiled ever so slightly. His face was a mix of different emotions.

Bison leaned forwards and glared straight in my eyes. I hastily turned my head from looking at Wesker and looked him in the eyes. They were cold and unloving eyes.

"What about YOU, tough guy?", he boomed, obviously noticing that I hadn't been paying the proper attention.

The guys silently sniggered at the fact he called me a guy. I mean... even I was surprised that he hadn't noticed otherwise.

I removed my helmet and shook my hair.

"Private Rachel Prince at your service, sir."

The look on his face changed when he realised I was female.

"Oh, erm… not a man… o…k", he stuttered.

He finally turned to face poor Kirkie again, who was STILL itching.

Coming back to… UGH… YOU!"

Kirkie removed his helmet, which made more creatures leap from his head.

"Heh, Private Johnathon Kirk, Sir!"

He itched again and some of the little creatures leapt towards Bison. He frowned and stepped back.

"Have you been through the de-lousing stage yet?", inquired Bison.

Kirkie shook his head. "No Sir."

Bison started walking towards the door. He flicked his hand. "MEN! DE-LOUSE THAT SOLDIER!"

"Yes Sir!", called the two guards that were on duty, as they threw de-lousing powder over poor Kirkie's face.

Bison turned again and faced us all. "Now for your assignments… You will ALL be assigned to the 'Yulin' Mission… All exept Private Prince."

Everyone cheered, but I couldn't believe I was being left out.

"Bu-But SIR!", I shouted.

"NO 'BUTS' PRIVATE! I will see you in my quarters after lights out for a little PEP talk.."

I averted my gaze to the ground. I couldn't believe I had questioned him… of all the stupid….

"You are all dismissed… and if I hear as much as a scratch from you Private Kirk, you will have all your wavy hair cut off." With that, Bison stormed out of the room.

Everyone looked in my direction, obviously surprised by my outburst earlier. I blushed and looked back at the floor.