Okay, this chapter will be rated R for a reason. Civilians are going to die in this chapter. Believe me, you'll know why they die.
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 within 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 2---
He could hear them clearly now. The sound of groans, snarls and wet crunching. He was in another one of his dreams. He felt like he could never escape them. On the other hand he kind of liked these dreams. They were the only thing that let him know that there was some sort of sense to everything, that he wasn't just some weird freak. That he was as vulnerable as a regular human. He saw how Albert was and he did not want to turn into something like that. Although Albert was his only friend, Micheal was also afraid of the platinum blonde man. One of the main reasons he felt so at ease with the man was that he was also a mutation. His eyes and his unnatural strength were proof. The day Albert had shown him his eyes Micheal was feeling particularly dreadful. It was after he had found out about his own powers. He had woken up in a daze, his eyes unfocused. He had initially thought he had gone blind.
---Flashback---
Everything was black. He began to scream and panic, alerting the usually aloof and intimidating man. When the man entered the room, all Micheal could see was a mass of red and yellows. He was terrified and swung out wildly with his hands, his fists catching Albert's chest powerfully and sending him across the room.
"Focus your eyes Micheal! You're not blind!" Wesker coughed out. Micheal calmed down, rubbing his eyes and squinting. Albert was telling the truth, all he had to do was re-focus his eyes. He then looked over at the man who was now unconscious on the floor. Micheal had broken one of his ribs. Horrified, he picked up the man who was a lot taller than him and carried him to the infirmary with relative and surprising ease. Wesker was unconscious for two days, and Micheal refused to go to work until he knew Albert was alright. The nurses, as they were checking Albert's readouts looked at Micheal like he was leper. Later they would stand outside the room and gossip about him, thinking that the volume of their voices were too low for Micheal's ears to pick up. They were wrong. He was scared that entire time. He could hear them so clearly as well, like they were talking directly into his ears.
"Yeah! Apparently he's one of the survivors! The only reason he survived was because of Mr. Wesker. He was one of the people caught in that explosion down in the labs in America." The first male nurse said.
"I knew he was a freak! Heh...he deserves to be taught a lesson actually. Plus, this time he doesn't have Mr. Wesker watching over him..." The other male nurse said. Micheal tried to block out their voices but couldn't. He glared over at them, making them smirk and walk off snobbily. He could see on the readouts that Albert's pulse was not erratic anymore, so he got up to leave. He had to drive to the main labs. The grounds for HCF were so huge. He headed into the lobby where the elevators were, and pressed the button to call an elevator. He walked inside the elevator, pressing the button for the parking lot. The doors closed, his stomach getting that flipping feeling as the elevator started up. He stood there for a few minutes, waiting for the elevator to go all the way down to the parking lot.
When the elevator reached the parking lots, he got out and headed for his car. He didn't hear a fist coming towards him until the last minute. He turned around only to have the fist catch him in the face, but while it made him stagger, it didn't hurt a lot. The next blow came to his abdomen, making him double over for a moment. The attacks were relentless, and now they were beginning to hurt. His attackers stopped for a moment to look at him, sneering at him evilly. He could recognize the attackers, they were the male nurses from before.
"Kids don't belong here...this'll teach you to take an adult's job!" One said as he sent a punch to Micheal's belly.
"You think you're so smart, huh?! You think you know everything, right!?" The other one said angrily as he gave Micheal a right hook to the jaw. That last hit sent Micheal over the edge. He could feel himself lose control to his rage, and retaliated. He swung his hand at the second man, palm open. Before either of them could react, the man was already dead, Micheal's fingers protruding from his back where his heart would have been located. Micheal, his eyes now a terrifying blood red snarled, licking a little of the man's blood off of his fingers. The other man looked terrified, backing away from the crazed boy. He tried running, but was too slow for him. Micheal held the man up with only one hand, smirking evilly. The man in his hand cried, begging for his life.
"PLEASE! DON'T KILL ME! PLEASE!" He pleaded. Micheal tightened his grip, hard as steel nails digging into the man's skull, his screams falling on deaf ears. Micheal tightened his grip even more, crushing the man's head as blood splashed out onto his face and lab coat. Micheal finally gained control of his body again and dropped the dead man. He looked at the damage he had caused and fell to his knees. He stared at his bloodied hands and cried until security found him there.
He was brought to trial, and because of the security tapes, he was only put on probation by the higher ups of HCF on grounds of "brutal self-defense." He was not to leave his room unless for work. He accepted his punishment without argument, feeling guilty that he had taken lives in the midst of his uncontrollable rage. The day after the trial he sat in his room, reading a book in the dark. He had gotten used to his powers, using his night vision to live in the dark. He heard the door open, then the sound of someone tripping over something as they walked into the living room.
"Why the fuck is it so dark?!" He heard Albert hiss angrily. Micheal adjusted his sight and turned on the lights, blinding the platinum blonde man. After Albert's eyes adjusted to the light, he walked over to the sofa where Micheal was reclining as he read Pride and Prejudice. "I heard you killed some guys." He said not so inconspicuously. Micheal had flashbacks of their dead bodies, and the pools of blood around them. Inside, he felt satisfied that they were dead, but shook the feeling away quickly. He drowned those feelings of satisfaction with a wave of guilt and stared at the page he was reading from the book.
"Yeah...I did. They were..." He tried to explain. Wesker shook his head.
"No need to explain to me. I saw the security tapes. It was self-defense. You didn't mean to, right?" Wesker asked. Micheal shook his head. Of course he didn't mean to, he just wanted to get away from them.
"Your powers are manifesting already...wow..." Albert commented. Micheal looked at him like he was a freak. Albert looked at him. "What..? Oh right...nobody told you..." He said in a 'I'm-not-really-that-surprised' tone. For the first time since they had met, Albert took off his black sunglasses, letting Micheal see his reptilian eyes. Micheal looked shocked at first. "I guess nobody told you the whole story. You and I were working in the same lab during that explosion. We have almost the same genetic alterations." Albert lied. He was mutated when he injected himself with the T-virus. "Your eyes turn blood red when you're using your powers. Very potent ones I might add." Albert added. Micheal nodded, finaly understanding the man who seemed so angry and distant. "So now do you trust me?" Alber asked, holding out his hand.
Micheal looked at the blonde and then down to his hand, and smiled. He took his hand, shaking it lazily.
---Flashback---
That started their friendship. Micheal relied on Albert, and didn't like how he was pushing Albert away. He didn't want to be as alone as he felt when they weren't friends, but right now he felt alone. He was in that dream again. He could hear the zombies coming near. Soon the images flooded his eyes, and although the place was the same, the blonde angel was already in his vision, kneeling on the ground. She looked sad, petting the hair of a body. From the distance he could see that it's chest was totally covered with blood. He walked closer, his feet passing through the zombies' bodies. As he got closer he began to see distinct features on it's body. The body was a male, with black hair like his; falling to his ears and tousled lazily. As he got ever closer the dream began to scare him. The body in the blonde angel's hands was his own.
"What's going on?" He asked angrily. This dream was different. It wasn't like the others.
"This was you...and I'm still waiting for you..." The angel spoke. Micheal became confused.
"Me!? Who are you? Where are you waiting?" He asked. She smiled and shed a tear. She began to float away.
"I'll be waiting for you when the tides hit the blazing night. When the silence screams for your blood..." She replied. He tried running after her, but felt an enormous pain in his chest. He screamed out in agony then looked down. Protruding from the middle of his chest was a large shard of metal that looked burnt. He dropped to the floor, and then woke up.
---Real World---
"WAIT!" Micheal screamed as he sat up. It was still nighttime. The facility was closed. He breathed in the cold, sterilized air heavily and felt his chest. There was nothing wrong besides the scar on his chest. He unbuttoned his shirt and stared down at his torso. He looked okay, no visible open wounds. Then he looked at the scar in the middle of his chest. It went all the way through his back, thankfully the doctors were able to repair it. The scar seemed unnatural, the blow came from his back and then all the way to through his chest. The first months he couldn't speak without getting tired, couldn't leave his wheelchair, couldn't do any of the things a normal human could do. He hated that feeling, so he doubled up on his physiotherapy, and returned to full strength within a month.
He sat there, staring at his scar until he heard the door click open. He adjusted his eyes, his vision turning red to see in the dark. It was Albert, and he was wearing his mission gear. "Get up. Mission time." He ordered. Micheal got up quickly, gathering his things.
---Winnipeg---
Claire walked into the safehouse where she, Angela, and LJ stayed. Both Sherry and Leon were still down in America, also hiding from those Umbrella assholes. They were lucky that they even survived. The train that they had taken out of the city had barely gotten out of the range of the nuclear blast, after they had killed Sherry's deranged father. That man was the one thing Claire could never understand. Dr. Birkin had thought he was the one who had unleashed the virus on the city, but in reality, it was Sara's friend Alice who had unintentionally caused the outbreak. The man was crazy.
As she walked in, she could hear Sara's screams of anguish. She was having one of those nightmares again. Sara was one of the only friends she made after fleeing that city. They had met up on a lead she had followed pertaining to her brother, Chris. She walked up the stairs thinking about her older brother. She wished she knew where he was. She missed him. Chris was the only thing in her life that was always there. He was the only family she had left. She walked into Sara's room and stared at her in the dark. She was covered in sweat, tears were streaming down her face, and she was tossing and turning wildly in her bed. Claire sat down beside her, brushing her blonde hair out of her face. She felt sorry for her. The nightmares she was having were caused by losing the one man she ever loved.
Sara whimpered softly as she began to calm down, and Claire took her hand in hers. In the moonlight she could see the scar tissue on Sara's wrist. Instead of running across her wrist the scar ran lengthwise, so that it would be harder for her to be saved. She began to cry, remembering that night when Sara tried to end her life.
---Flashback---
She had walked in rather tiredly, finding LJ sleeping on the sofa rather heavily with Angela resting on his chest. If she had had a camera at the time, she would have taken that picture. She smiled and decided to go check on Sara. She quietly opened her bedroom door, but Sara was gone. She could see light coming from under the connecting bathroom door, so she crept closer to it. She could hear Sara's sobbing, and she opened the door. Sara was trying to slit her wrist. She ran over to the girl and grabbed the razor blade from Sara's hand, screaming. They both began to struggle, Sara's wrist bleeding profusely.
"SARA! STOP! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" She screamed. Sara cried more powerfully, trying to wrestle her hand away from Claire's.
"LET ME GO! I WANT TO DIE! I NEED TO SEE HIM AGAIN!" Sara yelled. Claire had no other choice so she slammed Sara's hand on the sink, forcing her to drop the razor. When the razor hit the ground, Sara calmed down, kneeling to the floor and sobbing. "I can't stand it anymore. What are we doing with our lives? Claire...what are we fighting for when nobody believes us?" Sara asked. Claire knelt down beside her.
"We're fighting because it's right. LJ, Angela, Carlos, Jill, Leon, Sherry, Alice and I all know that. We know it might be useless, but at least we tried. We're the voices of everyone who died in the city." Claire whispered to her, pressing a towel to Sara's wound. Claire turned around, seeing LJ standing there.
"What da hell was she doin' ?" LJ asked.
"LJ, get me some guaze so I can wrap this up. Come on." Claire told the black man. He nodded and left the room. Claire looked back at Sara and stroked her hair. "Sara. You don't have to suffer through this alone. Who was this guy you were talking about?" She said. Sara choked out a sob.
"Micheal...Micheal Drake. He was my best friend..." She shook her head and sobbed. Claire could see that there was more to the story but didn't press her. She was going through enough already. Claire wrapped her arms around the younger girl and hugged her, letting the girl cry into her shoulder. "I loved him..." Sara whispered between sobs. Now she understood. He died before she could make her feelings about him clear.
---End Flashback---
Claire decided then and there that she'd help Sara through her rough times. Soon they became good friends, and during the missions that they went on they would watch each other's backs. Now she felt Sara's pain as Sara went through another of those dreams. They started happening shortly after the suicide attempt. If she ever met the guy who made Sara feel that way Claire would give him a good punch in the face.
Sara opened her eyes and saw her best friend watching over her. Sara smiled at her, which was returned by Claire. "How long have I been asleep?" Sara asked.
"Dunno. I just got here...listen. My friend Leon just got a tip from someone that the Anti-virus is being manufactured over in the Paris Umbrella Labs. I've already gotten tickets to go. There's only two so I can't let the others know. I trust you the most. You want to come with?" Claire whispered. She was telling the truth. Leon had called her on her cell phone and told her about the tip personally. Claire wasn't stupid enough to go alone so there she was, asking Sara for help. Sara looked at her doubtfully. This whole thing reeked of bad vibes, but Claire was her best friend, so she nodded...
---End Chapter 2---
And so chapter 2 has ended. Dedications go to everyone who reviewed the first chapter. I'm glad you liked the first story you two.