Hello. I officially hate school. This years was one of the most mentally TAXING school years I've ever had since sixth grade. But in the end it'll be worth it, because I will be just ONE more year away from graduating high school. Here's hoping!

Anyways, I hope you enjoy this chapter, and I want to apologize to HHOD. I should have explained more fully. This story isn't ending yet. It's going to be one of the longest stories I will have ever done.

And in response to other reviews:

noctorro: You're right. I wouldn't either. The problem of being in first person POV is you can't see the story from everyone else's point of view. I've decided to keep viewing the story from just my original characters' view. I don't want to go into the Resident Evil character's perspective in fear that I'll be turning Isaac into a Mary-Sue (again). I'm not as good at describing things from an objective view through already made up characters like you are. Although I've changed some scenes and whatnot, I've kept the premise of the opening RE2 sequence while just turning it into what would happen if Isaac was there. Claire and Leon still met in the alleyway, and they still got into the police car, but I just added a little more faith in character into Claire.

Tinkies: Here's your new chapter! (smiles and gives pocky to Tinkies)

Full Part 2 summary: Isaac is a firm believer in protecting the important people in his life, but once the nightmare began in Raccoon City the lines that were once so clear in his mind are now blurring. After a brush with death at the hands of his own deranged father, he comes to his senses and devotes himself to the destruction of the company who has caused his nightmares to become realities. He promises to his friends, dead and alive that he will do everything in his power to help them.

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do NOT own Resident Evil. I wish I did. I just own my brain and my ideas, all of which at the moment are so crappy and inane, I sometimes hit my head on the wall till I bleed so I can make a little bit of sense.

(Chapter 18)

(September 29th, 7:45 PM 1998.)

(1 days, 5 hours, 15 minutes, 16 seconds)

(Unknown POV)

"Isis! Cleo! Stop fighting, NOW!" I bellowed at my two cats. The two felines jerked back, staring at me with widened, startled eyes. They both stood glued to their spots for a few seconds before dashing off down the hall, me following them. They dashed inside my bedroom, mewing happily for the new chase they found themselves in. I opened the door to my room, searching for my two young kittens.

PING!

I turned around, seeing my computer glowing. "Oh look, new email..." I said to myself. I moved to the computer and sat in the revolving chair, accessing my email program. It was from Isaac...I quickly clicked on the link to the message, the message showing up. I was SO worried about him ever since I heard about what was happening in Raccoon. The Canadian Media uncovered that the city was being quarantined for an unknown reason. I didn't know whether Isaac was still there. He hasn't called me since July. I jumped as there was a loud cheer, signalling my brother's return. There was loud thumping noise, and suddenly the door to my bedroom swung open, an exhilarated blonde standing behind it.

"KRIS! I've got great news! Awesome news!" He exclaimed. I winced at the volume of his voice, before rotating on the chair to face my adoptive brother. "You know the advice you gave me about Alexis?" I nodded. "It worked! I confessed my feelings to Alexis!" He exclaimed. I stared at him incredulously. "Yeah, today Alexis told me that the feelings were mutual! God! I feel like I'm in heaven right now!" He cheered. I then remembered the email and returned my eyes to their original tense expression.

"Brian, shut the fuck up for a second..." I said sternly. He looked at my stony expression.

"What? What's wrong?" He asked nervously. I turned to the computer.

"I just got E-mail from Isaac..." I replied. Brian scrambled toward the computer, looking over my shoulder. We both began to read the message, feelings of fear and foreboding hitting my stomach in tidal waves. I read the contents silently, fearing that if I dared speak it out loud, it was real, and that right now one of my best, closest friends were fighting desperately for their lives.

Always and forever...Isaac Seth Brown...died September 29th, 1998. I sat there with my brother, the both of us frozen in shock. No way...It couldn't be. He couldn't be dead. Why? I felt the unsettling feelings in my stomach begin to churn ever more strongly, causing me the most excruciating nausea. I then did the last thing I've ever wanted to do in a situation like this: I fainted...

(Isaac's POV)

I got up, pulling back the slider on both my guns and holstering one of them. I stared at the gun for a few moments, thinking about all the people who died by this little machine. How many people had to die at my hands? My father...my mother...Brad...when will it stop? Will it be when something finally takes my life away? Will it be when I escape this place? I felt sad. I had turned into nothing more than some idiot that trusted people too much too easily. Suddenly the hissing of the fax machine hit my ears. I looked over at it, just as Claire moved over to it. She picked it up after it was done printing out the message, reading it before handing it to me. I took it graciously, reading the paper.

"Federal Bureau of Investigation Classified information.

To: Mr Christopher Redfield and Party.

Subject: Investigation of Umbrella, second investigation of RPD Chief Brian Irons.

The search you asked us to perform on Umbrella came up inconclusive. There were however funds that were not accounted for in our search. Unfortunately, that is all the Bureau was able to acquire.

However, on the background search on RPD Chief of Police Brian Irons, it was revealed that he is a psychologically sadistic, and has been accused by five different women of rape, but was never indicted for quote, "lack of evidence" unquote. It seems likely that he is involved with Umbrella in some way, but the search for evidence on that came up empty. We will continue this investigation and get back to you on anything we uncover."

I lowered the paper, then folded it and placed it in my bag.

"So you worked here before?" She asked suddenly. I looked at her and nodded.

"I was a civil servant for the STARS office. I did their paperwork and reports, but I was fired." I replied. She looked like she understood.

"Why were you fired?" She asked. I shook my head.

"I was asked to be a mole in your brother's investigation of Umbrella. Your brother was a good friend, and I didn't believe in betraying friends, so I quit...even though I knew I was going to be fired anyway." I responded, looking at the picture of the STARS department before the Arklay Mountain Mission. I shook my head to rid it of the bad memories in my head and turned to her.

"You ready to go?" I asked. She nodded, looking thankful.

"I didn't think you'd show up here. It was a lucky break Leon was where he was at the time. For all I knew you'd have been out of the city by now..." Claire said serenely. I smiled.

"You really think I'm THAT bad of a person? I was telling the truth. I have friends here I needed to see. It was a lucky break for ME that you got here safely. I'd be waiting for hours." I laughed. Claire nudged me lightly.

"Come on, the thought of stealing my bike never registered to you?" She asked. I laughed, taking a minute to unlock the door. I turned to her and nodded my head.

"It did actually. But unfortunately, where would I go? There's a military barricade around the region. The whole place is quarantined, and unfortunately I've been bitten and infected too many times during the last few days for me to be allowed out of the city." I replied. She looked warily at me. I waved a dismissive hand to her.

"Don't worry. My immune system is medically phenomenal. I've been able to fight the infections off for a while now." I alluded. She looked at me, then smiled. "I've got no risk of dying right now, so you can breathe easy for now." I told her. Suddenly there was a scream, a high pitched one and suddenly a young blonde girl appeared, running past the two of us. Both Claire and I turned our heads in the young girl's direction, then the direction she was running from and saw a zombie shambling towards us. I pulled out a handgun, firing at the ghoul quickly, dropping it to the floor. I ran over, then slammed my heel into the back of its head, breaking its skull open. I turned and ran in the direction of where the girl went, grabbing Claire's wrist to get her to follow me. Suddenly there was a crashing noise coming from the end of the hall.

I turned my head to see what the noise was, and saw all this rubble fall to the floor. The dust cleared, and first I saw a gigantic dark blue trench coat. I felt fear grip me once more. I turned my head to Claire and grabbed her hand, making a run for it. "Claire! Let's go!" I yelled. We made a sprint down the hall, reaching the staircase leading to the 1st floor and to the other side of the second floor. I let go of Claire's hand as we neared the stairs, the two of us making a leap to the first landing. "Claire, go to the first floor and hide! NOW!" I commanded. She looked fearfully at the monster slowly running towards us. She turned to me.

"Be careful. Don't die, okay?" She asked. I nodded, watching her jump down the steps and disappear down a hallway. I turned my head to the trench coat monster and pulled out both guns, firing wildly at it. Blood began to seep slowly down the front of the monster's trench coat, and I turned tail and began to run back up the steps to the other side of the second floor. I kept my eyes on both the monster and ahead of me, the monster suddenly making a leap as I reached the final quarter of stairs.

Get off the stairs, get off the stairs, get off the stairs, get off the stairs, get off the stairs...

I pumped my legs faster, reaching the top of the steps and diving forward and rolling as the monster slammed onto the floor behind me. I picked myself up almost at the very instant the monster missed and continued running, panting for air to power my movements. I dashed down the hallway, the monster still running slowly after me. I reached the bend in the hall, turning to fire more bullets at the monster, the gun in my right hand running out of bullets. I holstered the gun in my left hand and pulled out one of the new magazine clips from my bag, ready to reload it.

I heard the faint sound of whistling, and suddenly a helicopter slammed into the wall between the monster and I, sending dust and debris everywhere. I quickly covered my eyes to shield myself from any debris, then looked at the flaming helicopter with a perplexed expression. Everything got quiet after the helicopter crashed into the wall, and the only sound I could hear was the sound of the heavy footsteps made by that monster chasing me. I quickly ran into the first door I saw, slamming it behind me with my eyes closed and panting from the exertion. I heard the muffled sound of the monster walking, then suddenly it stopped, as if it was thinking of something, then two little footsteps, then more and more that were getting quieter and quieter. The thing was going away. I silently thanked God as I let out a sigh, opening my eyes.

There was a loud snarl as a female zombie lunged at me. I quickly put up my arms to protect myself, the woman's hand gripping my arm. I let out a loud cry of pain as I felt the monster's teeth sink into my left forearm, making a wet crunching noise. I pulled my right hand back and threw a hard punch at her, knocking her away from me and to the floor. I held my wound as I ran over to the woman, bringing my foot up high and slamming it down hard on her neck. Her neck made a snap and she stopped moving. I panted tiredly as I felt blood seep out of the bite the zombie woman gave me. I looked around and found myself inside the cold case file room. I then looked down at the dead zombie woman and really studied the body. Her left arm was just a bloody, gnarled mess, bent backward and whatnot. Eerie...

I emerged from the room to see the hallway lit with the burning flames of the helicopter on fire. Suddenly I heard small footsteps and then Claire's voice came over the fire.

"Isaac! Isaac, are you okay?" She yelled over the copter.

"Yeah, yeah I'm okay..." I called back.

"Okay, stay there, I'm going to see if I can find something that will clear the rubble! Just hang tight for a while, okay?" She replied.

"Okay! I'll be inside the room past the corner, second from the right." I told Claire, who gave me an assuring noise. I turned and began to walk down the hall and down the corner panting and sweating profusely. That was quite a lucky break. I would have been done for if the copter hadn't crashed there. I tried the door to the old STARS Bravo Team door, finding it unlocked. I smiled to myself and walked in, finding the room looking safe. There was nothing hostile in sight. I checked under all the desks and found nothing. The room wasn't even touched. Thinking that was weird but not really caring, I went back to the door and locked it, making my way to the old sofa Forest and Kevin brought in for them to lounge in during their breaks.

I flopped down on it, careful to not disturb my new wound. I looked up at the plaster ceiling and began to drift off; contemplating the bald trench coated monster that was relentlessly chasing me. What was it? It wanted to kill me, that was for sure, but what exactly was that thing? Could it have been a Tyrant Chris and Jill always talked about? I wondered whether or not I'd have survived if the thing that was after Jill were trying to kill me instead. I wouldn't have survived, that was for sure. It would have ripped my body to pieces by now...I shook my head and finally let myself fall asleep.

(45 minutes later)

"Hey kid...hey...wake up kid..." I heard a deep male voice call me out of my dreamless sleep. I opened my eyes, the environment still retaining their fuzzy, surreal look. In front of my face was a man, possibly in his late twenties and bearing some five o' clock shadow on his chin. I yelped out in surprise, my fist flying upwards and connecting with the man's jaw quickly. The man's fell backward, holding his chin in mild pain. I saw the rest of the man's attire and on first impression I thought of him as a fugitive or someone really poor.

"JESUS H. CHRIST! What the fuck was that for?" The man yelled. I quickly pulled out my gun at him on instinct, breathing heavily from the shock.

"Who the hell are you?" I asked with a shaky voice. The brown haired man readjusted his jaw then fixed his slicked back hair as he got up. His body was fully toned and his arms were muscular to say the least. There were tattoos on his arms, adding to the rugged aura I felt around him.

"Why? Who are you?" The man retorted. I kept my gun trained on the man, silently warning him to keep his distance while I caught my breath.

"I don't have to tell you my name. You look like a criminal..." I said curtly.

"Look, you win kid. Arguing isn't going to get us nowhere. I'm Billy Coen." The man said with his arms raised in defence. My eyes narrowed for a split second, my mind racing.

He was the man Rebecca was in love with...no it couldn't be. What were the chances of that? "Billy Coen...ex-marine?" I asked. He looked at me incredulously, confirming my suspicions. As if I didn't know. Hey, when you're asked to research shady business, you research everything. All that info I had on Umbrella wasn't just found by Chris you know. I came across Mr. Coen's file while my friend hacked into the government financial records. I then branched off on my own while my hacker friend collected the files and hacked into the military records to see if Umbrella was putting any unrecorded finances into their own militia or something.

"How did you know that?" He asked quietly. I rolled my eyes.

"Please Mr. Coen. There's absolutely no need for you to be whispering like that. There are hardly enough officers alive in this place to actually care about your supposed crimes. I found out about you from my own investigations and from Rebecca Chambers." I retorted in a matter of fact tone. Then Coen became even more rigid when I mentioned Rebecca.

"You know Becky? Is she all right?" I nodded. He sighed and let himself relax. Then he looked at me suspiciously. "What do you mean by "supposed?" " He asked. I shrugged.

"I know you've been framed for what happened in Africa. It's not all that hard to deduce. Despite the power you seem to have from what I can see and assume, I doubt your commanding officers and fellow soldiers would allow you to slaughter an entire Nigerian jungle village." I scoffed. He looked at me in shock. "Your commanding officer was subjected to neurological tests, psychiatry, and even psychological testing, and they all came up with the conclusion that this...Sergeant Harris was a sadist and a psychopath." I added. Coen looked confused.

"How the hell do you know all of this?" He asked. I smiled.

"Connections. I know Rebecca and am a pen pal to one of the best computer hackers on the continent. I can do basic firewall bypassing as well, so I found out about the tests on Harris during a hack in the government files." I replied with a small hint of pride in my voice.

"Wait...are you...what was the name she said? She mentioned it a few times in the labs up in the mountains...Isaac! Isaac Brown, right?" He asked. I nodded. He looked surprised. "Wow. I thought you'd be bigger. Where is Becky anyway?" He asked.

"Europe..." I replied. Billy's eyes nearly shot out of their sockets.

"Europe!" He exclaimed, his eyes seeming to ask me if I was lying or not. I smirked.

"Europe, with two other members of STARS." I replied.

"Shit...there was no point in coming here then!" He exclaimed, kicking one of the desks. He paced around the room, then sat on the desk he so recently abused, looking at me. "If you're Becky's boyfriend you should have gone with them..." Billy said. I faltered for a moment, looking for a reason, then answered.

"Rebecca and I are not together anymore. After what happened up in the mountains, we decided that we weren't supposed to be together. Besides, she was in love with someone else..." I said. He looked shocked for a moment, before asking another question.

"Then, why aren't you with them anyway?"

"Another two of my friends were here. We planned to go in two separate groups in case Umbrella captured any of us..." I answered. Billy looked at me for a few seconds, and I couldn't help feeling self-conscious.

Suddenly there was an explosion outside, Billy getting to his feet. He looked at the door with wary eyes. He turned to me. "What was that?" He asked. I got up, walking past him to listen more closely. I then spun and slammed my fist into Billy's cheek, the man falling to the ground. I stood over him, his eyes dazed and confused.

"Just a little payback for stealing my girlfriend from me. I hope you can make it out of here alive, because you're on your own..." I said to him before he fell unconscious. I opened the door to the hall and emerged from it, Claire just turning the hallway.

"Isaac! Thank God you're okay! Are you hurt anywhere?" She asked. I shook my head, not really caring about the bite on my arm. It hurt, but Claire's survival is the most important thing in my situation. I was going to make sure she escaped this place. She isn't supposed to die here, so I won't allow her to.

"A little bite, but nothing serious. Are you hurt?" I asked her back. She shook her head, but pulled out a walkie-talkie and pressed the call button.

"Leon...I've got the helicopter cleared...over..." She said into the little black box. The device made a small static noise before a man's voice was heard in the speaker.

"Okay...there's no sign of the little girl you were talking about...I'll keep searching...I think there's a way out of here from the basement...but I'll contact you before I do anything rash...over and out..." The man said. Claire hooked the walkie-talkie to her jeans and pulled the slider back on her gun.

"Let's go. I heard a woman's scream just after I killed that Licker monster..." Claire said. I looked at her perplexed, but followed nonetheless. I heard a gunshot coming from Chief Irons' office, then a loud thud. Claire and I looked at each other and began to run. We burst through the door of his little hallway with the weird paintings and stuffed animals, then opened the door to his office carefully and cautiously. I walked in first, making sure there was nothing very dangerous in here, my guns in both my hands. Claire followed close, her gun training on various things inside the room. On the mahogany desk that belonged to Chief Irons was his daughter, her skirt hiked up and her midsection bleeding from what looked like a gunshot wound.

The hair on the back of my neck began to stand on end, and I felt shivers going up and down my spine. Where the hell was Irons?

"Irons? Where are you?" I asked. Suddenly his swivel chair turned around, revealing the heavy-set man. His hands were bloody, and on his overalls were various stains of blood. I inwardly shuddered in his presence. The man was creepy, especially now. The man smiled wide.

"Isaac! How nice to see you! I'm so glad to see you alive!" He got up from his seat; his arms open as he walked around his desk and dead daughter, intending to give me a hug. I trained my guns on his head.

"Mind your distance, Irons..." I warned. He looked shocked and a little hurt to see me point a gun at him. As if he hadn't threatened to take my job away if I didn't betray my friends.

"Isaac...What is the meaning of this?" He asked me. I narrowed my eyes.

"Sit your huge ass down in your desk Chief. What the hell happened to Tamara?" I asked with a hiss, referring to his daughter. He sat down, looking at his daughter's dead body. He shrugged, looking at me.

"She was bitten by a zombie...she'll get back up if you don't shoot her in the brain or cut off her head." He answered. A shock of rage burst through my spine, but I didn't say anything. "Now if you'll excuse me, I want you both to leave. I do not appreciate you pointing your guns at me and accusing me of killing my own flesh and blood." He said, spinning in his chair to turn his back on us. Claire shrugged and exited, but I lingered for a few moments.

"I don't appreciate liars, Chief. You shot your daughter, and you raped those women. Let me assure you...had this not had happened, I would have made sure that both you and your employers in Umbrella rot in jail for what you've done. You've caused the death of all but four members of STARS, and now you and your company have inadvertently killed thousands of people...I hope you can live with that on your mind..." I said before exiting, closing the door behind me...

(End Chapter 18)

Sorry for taking so long. My internet was kind of being a little prick, so I couldn't get on the internet. Hope you liked this chapter. Read and Review and tell me what you think.