Hey! I'm back! Thanks for all the reviews. I really appreciate what people have said about my writing. In here, some scenes will be showing a little OOC-ness from Wesker. Please don't get mad, he'll still be the mean guy he always is.
Full Summary: After his revival at the hands of double-crosser Albert Wesker, Micheal has no memory of what happened in Raccoon City, nor who the blonde angel in his dreams really is. He carries the scars of a past he can no longer recollect, but unconsciously trusts Wesker with his life as second in command to Albert Wesker withing the ranks of HCF. Soon his dreams reveal themselves to be memories. Six months have passed and Sara Hewitt is now a functional part of the Umbrella Rebellion, moving around avoiding the watchful eye of Umbrella, but every night the same dreams haunt her. Her dreams begin to evolve, take on new, more shocking twists, which give her the hope that the boy she once lost is still out there, looking for her. All goes well until one of her missions in Paris with the others go awry, and she, along with one new ally from Raccoon, a woman named Claire Redfield, are captured and sent to a remote island. Based on CVX and the movie version of RE.
Disclaimer: Believe me, if I owned Resident Evil, you'd know.
"..." means speech.
'...' means thoughts.
---Chapter 1---
Wesker could see that he was getting more and more reclusive. He wouldn't eat, and sometimes he wouldn't leave the labs for days at a time. Seems that the mutations and the revival processes increased his intelligence to a level that could rival William's. Wesker could always feel a bout of anger when he thought about William. He threw his life away because of his pride and arrogance. He could never accept the fact that a girl half his age was smarter than him. True he was little angry when he first heard of Alexia's discovery, but he knew that some things can't be changed. He had actually met the young girl a couple of times and the creepy, fruity twin brother aside, he kind of respected her for her achievements.
But this new situation was different from the one concerning William. Instead of snapping at anyone who came near him irritably, Micheal wouldn't say a word, just giving a gesture that meant yes or no and return to his research. As soon as he clocked out of work, Micheal would return to his on site suite. He was becoming concerned. Micheal was part of his SWAT team and had participated in some missions. Wesker had to be careful as well, since he knew the memory loss wasn't permanent, and sooner or later he would remember everything that happened. He shadowed his every move. Right now the firing range was where Micheal was. He decided that now would be an okay time to approach the boy.
"Albert, stop staring at me and ask me your damn questions already." Micheal said in an exasperated tone. Wesker pushed himself off of the wall, walking towards the boy. He put his finger on the trigger of his automatic rifle and fired, taking out every moving target. Of course Micheal was aware of his powers, but was told that they were a side effect of the explosion he was caught in that put him in a coma. So instead of being a researcher, he was told by Wesker, he was transferred to his department of Biotechnology research and retrieval. Wesker made him second in command to him after just one mission, and head of his own lab.
"Are you okay? Your assistants have been telling me you're always incoherent while studying, not including them in the information, and not finding a way to deal with your stress. It isn't healthy you know..." He warned. Micheal dropped the gun on the counter and turned around.
"Albert, I know you're just worried, but I don't need to be lectured about how I spend my own hard-earned free time. So what if I don't go out or go to clubs. I just don't feel like it. Now can we please drop the subject?" Micheal asked. Wesker knew something was up, but watched angrily as the boy walked away.
Micheal didn't like keeping secrets from Albert. He was even isolating himself from his one and only friend in HCF, but he could never let Albert know what was really bothering him. He would think it was weird. How would he explain to Albert that every time he fell asleep he would have nightmares about zombies and a blonde, glowing angel in glasses?
You...are my angel...
come from way above...
to bring me love...
He was already a freak/nerd, he didn't want his best friend to think he was a freak/nerd who dreamed of really dumbass things. It was pretty odd really. An eighteen year old whose only best friend was a man who was already in his thirties. It was to be expected. Albert was the only person who didn't act like Micheal was a bomb just waiting to explode. Without Albert, Micheal had next to nothing. He entered his suite, and after the door slid back into it's closed position, he collapsed in front of it, resting his back on the cold metal, thinking about who the girl really was.
her eyes...
she's on the dark side...
neutralize every man inside...
Love you, love you, love you,
love you, love you, love you, love you
love you...
He didn't want to have those dreams again, but he knew it was inevitable. As much as the dreams terrified him, he was drawn to the image of that angelic visage. She seemed so...real, so tangible, almost like Micheal had met her before.
You...are my angel...
come from way above...
love you love you love you
love you love you love you
love you love you love you...
---Winnipeg, Manitoba---
To me tocas...
To me abrasese...
Y tu me llamas...
Pero me siento solamente...
Muy solas...
Sara lied in the darkness of her room. Right now she had decided to just get away from things. Not even Umbrella knew where she and the others stayed. Sure, Umbrella had put up a warrant for arrests, but that was just a farce. Were they to be found Umbrella would be at their doorstep to kill them on the spot.
Across the sand
the warm air blows,
From her eyes you know...
she was half a world away...
Since Alice, who had long disappeared after they rescued her from Umbrella HQ, and Jill were shown in the video documentary showing the atrocities that Umbrella caused, as well as Carlos being the one who sent it in, only they were put up as wanted, and as such, she along with LJ were considered to be targets as well.
Bites her lip and pulls her clothes,
caressed her thigh and soon,
night will turn to day...
She was becoming more and more isolated, questioning her own very survival. Over the course of six months she began to have tiny little glimpses of Micheal in her sleep. It started out as just little flashes of his face, set to a rythm, like a heartbeat. Three months of those glimpses turned into images, specific images of them together. Soon after that they turned into memories. Soon they turned into nightmares she would always have. It would always be the same thing too.
She was half a world away
Half a world away
It would start out where she had thrown the Umbrella scientist out of the chopper, and she would look around, seeing the horde of zombies approaching. The first time she had it she thought the zombies would get her, but they would go right through her, like a ghost. Then she would see him, smiling as he had that last day they were simple teenagers, when they were conversing over that delicious spaghetti he had made. Then he would turn and walk away, hands in his pockets and a smile on his face.
He tells her not to close her eyes
lifts his hands up to her face
and wipes her hand away.
She would always try to follow him.
He's the master of the lies
he makes the rules up for this game
he'll tell her what to say.
When she would catch up he would turn around, his face sneering and evil. She would hear a menacing laugh, and she would be thrown far away from him, which is where she would wake up.
And send her half a world away,
my child, half a world away
don't close your eyes.
We're all on the run,
from something we fear inside
We don't really know ourselves at all.(2)
She missed Micheal terribly. He was the first person who made her feel special. Like she was worth something that big. That her life was worth another. She felt abandoned sometimes, and sometimes she even considered ending her life. Morbidly enough, when she had those nightmares, she felt a sense of hope. Hope that the boy she loved was alive, waiting to find her like before. How many times had she thought he was dead anyway? He always came back then, so why not now?
'Oh right, it's because he fell out of the FUCKING chopper! His body could have been horribly mangled by the trees or he could have been thrown back into the explosion! Stop hoping for something so stupid! Those other times were flukes! He's dead Sara, just get over it!' Her concience yelled at her, but no matter how hard she tried, she never could...
---End Chapter 1---
(1) Angel - Mezzanine
(2) Half A World Away - Esthero
Hey all! I'm back! Sequel and all! The first chapter is dedicated to JoJo 10, who dedicated precious time to read my other story. Thanks for making me feel like I'm good at what I like to do, JoJo 10!!