When I wrote this chapter I finally got the answer to that whole RE2 mystery. I've wondered time and time again whether or not Ada really died in that fall but when I watched Wesker's Report, it was revealed that Wesker had saved her somehow. I'm going to play with that fact and the possibilities it might bring up.
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 3---
Micheal yawned, bored to tears from this late night mission briefing. Stupid Albert had to wake him up this early?
"...You and Albert will be sent to Paris on a retrieval mission." The higher ups explained. Micheal hated those jerks. They were so snobby. A hologram of the Umbrella Labs in Paris appeared. "You both will sneak into the labs at exactly two AM and locate the labs. You will find vials of both the Anti-virus and T-virus, and bring back multiple samples of both. You leave tonight. Land at our military base first, then at nightfall one day from now, you will take a chopper up to a high altitude where you will then parachute down onto the building." They explained. Micheal rolled his eyes and nodded, accepting the mission. They dismissed him and his tall blonde friend, so they walked out of the room in their gear.
"Well, that was a very unwelcomed end to my nightmares." Micheal drawled. Albert chuckled, turning the corner to the hangar, where the plane was waiting for them. He had already stocked the plane with whatever weapons they might need, including Micheal's signature forty-five calibre hollowpoint handgun. That boy was very meticulous about the guns he used. He was very calculating, knowing exactly what should and shouldn't be used in a mission. "...Albert! Are you listening to me?!" Micheal said as he waved his hand in front of Wesker's face.
"Huh? What? What did you say?" He asked. Micheal rolled his eyes.
"I said I was sorry for being such a dick lately. I've just been really out of it for a while. Especially because those dreams keep getting weirder and weirder." Micheal repeated. Albert looked at the boy questioningly.
"Dreams?" Albert asked. Micheal looked like he had said something he shouldn't have.
"Um...yeah...I've been having really weird dreams lately..." Micheal said sheepishly. Albert quirked an eyebrow.
"Of?" He asked. Micheal looked around timidly.
"Of a girl...a really pretty one..." He said quietly. Albert smiled.
"Oh, so when you wake up your sheets are all wet and sticky right?" Albert interrupted with an amused smirk on his face. Micheal glared at him with a raging blush on his face.
"Not that kind of dream you pervert! I mean, just a dream. You know?" Micheal said embarassedly.
"Yeah, I get you. What about?" Albert asked. Micheal shook his head.
"I can't remember. There's just something about those dreams. They give me a bad feeling in my stomach. They kind of feel like an omen. Like something big is gonna happen to me." Micheal replied. Albert looked at Micheal, who looked deep in thought. Albert could sense that what the young man said had some sort of deeper meaning. He shrugged, getting into the plane.
Micheal followed, feeling like a little bit of weight was lifted off of his shoulders. He could still feel the metaphorical weight on his shoulders, and he knew that until he knew exactly what those dreams meant, the weight would never lift. He had a hunch that those dreams had something to do with his forgotten past, and the huge scar on his chest and back. The whirr of the plane engine drowned out his thoughts, making him fall into a blank state of mind as the plane took off.
---Winnipeg---
"Claire, are you sure you don't have any ulterior motives for this? I mean, not telling anyone? Does this have anything to do with your older brother?" Sara asked. Claire faltered for a split-second, but shook her head afterwards.
"Of course not. Leon told me that the tipster mentioned something about the Anti-Virus and some really important documents about the T-virus being sent there. I plan to steal them." Claire replied. Sara smiled knowingly, but said nothing about it.
"Okay. I'm in then. I'm just a little wary." Sara apologized. Claire smiled at Sara, who smiled back. They were packing what little supplies they had. The flight was through a private agency. It was a flight to a remote location in France, and then they would drive to Paris. The Labs were located out in the countryside about forty miles north north east of Paris. Totally secluded, like Umbrella preferred. They would sneak into the labs at night two days from now, through the sewer system and steal the documents and samples. Right now it was three in the morning. LJ was asleep as well as Angela, and if they were quiet, would still be asleep well after they had left for Paris.
Claire closed her suitcase quietly and lifted it off the bed. "Ready?" Claire asked. Sara closed her suitcase, packing her Beretta in her suitcase. She lifted her lightly packed suitcase off the bed and nodded. They quietly made their way through the house, sneaking past LJ's room as well as Angela's. They reached the door, taking one of the two cars they had stolen from Umbrella. It would get them to the airport at least. They packed their stuff into the back seats and drove off.
---Next Day, Paris HCF Military base---
Micheal inspected his high power forty-five caliber handgun for anything that might be wrong with it. He liked that gun. He always had extra magazines full of hollow point bullets. Best thing to keep someone quiet. Each shot was an instant kill for humans. Afterwards, he holstered the handgun and began inspecting his eight and a half inch knife hunting knife. He sharpened that knife after every mission, so that it would be at it's best come next mission. They were readying themselves for the mission, although it was still a day from then.
Micheal looked over to Albert, who looked quite perturbed by being here. He knew all about that. Ada Wong. She hated Albert's guts. She had taken a bullet to the shoulder for him without so much as a thank you or even a knowing grunt. He was currently in an argument with said woman now. As childish as they looked screaming at each other, Albert made no move to kill her. She was one of us, a mutant. Her eyes would turn milky white when angry. A side effect of an experiment that brought her back to life. Micheal couldn't understand why Albert mistrusted her so much, she was a really nice woman. Also, Micheal had a feeling that there was something more going on between them. He smiled as he finished cleaning and inspecting his guns and got up. They were standing in front of the doorway so he would have to walk by them.
"I guess you missed each other a lot, eh? You guys are already at it..." Micheal said slyly as he walked past. Both of them shut up and turned their heads to look at the young man who was walking out of the hangar. They looked at each other and glared, Ada turning on her heel and stomping out of the hangar.
"Dick..." Ada whispered as she walked off.
"Bitch..." Wesker spat back. Up on the roof Micheal watched as Ada stomped out of the hangar, looking around. He stood up, making a full flip off the roof. He landed quietly behind Ada, then tapped on her shoulder, eliciting a yelp from the angry woman. Micheal chuckled, earning a slap from the older woman. He took it with a grain of salt since it didn't really hurt and smiled.
"Can't you ever just give it a rest? You're always picking a fight with Albert. Everytime you guys walk into the same room it's like a war zone." Micheal asked. Ada walked toward the main building, and Micheal followed, walking beside the angry woman.
"I just don't like him. He's a fucking jerk." Ada replied. Micheal quirked an eyebrow.
"Is this about the bullet or the fact that he's so cold towards you?" Micheal asked. He had a feeling that Ada had already let the whole situation with the bullet go, but couldn't pinpoint why she kept picking a fight with the man. Ada stopped walking, looking at the ground before shaking her head and continuing on her way. "At least one of us is being the child..." Micheal said sarcastically.
"Shut up. I'm not angry about him always being such an asshole it's just he's an asshole. He should thank me for what I did." She replied.
"What exactly did you do?" Micheal asked. Ada began to remember what happened. That night she was certain her life had ended. When she first felt that odd feeling in her chest for him.
---Raccoon City Underground Facility, Ada's POV---
"So this is where the escape is?" Leon asked me. I nodded weakly, holding my side. That last blow from Birkin really hurt. I had no other choice. I raised my gun at Leon, limping forward. "Ada, what's going on?" Leon said fearfully.
"You should have just left me there! This would have never happened if you did!" I yelled weakly. I happened to hear the click of a rifle being reloaded and I looked both at where Albert was waiting and up at where the sound came from. I quickly limped into the line of fire as the unknown sniper fired, the bullet driving into my shoulder. I teetered over the railing and fell.
"Ada!" Leon called out as he caught my hand. I hung lazily, my vision beginning to blur. "Hold...on!" Leon grunted. My power was beginning to give out.
"Good...bye..." I whispered before I let go of his hand and fell. I don't know how far I had fallen but suddenly I saw something different. Someone falling towards me. It was Albert, an angry look on his face. He got nearer and nearer to me, finally catching me. He held me close and turned us around, so that he would take the full force of the fall. We landed, Albert's back slamming on the ground harshly. He grunted in pain, but said nothing. That's where I passed out, seeing his face in the darkness.
---End Flashback---
"He blames me because the G-virus was taken away." Ada said quietly. Micheal looked at her with a quirked eyebrow.
"Mikey!!" He heard a young girl call. He looked over at the main buildings and saw her. His self-proclaimed little sister. Sherry Birkin. Since his frequent arrivals with Albert here at the military base, he had gotten them to let Sherry out of her jail cell and let her stay in his suite. Nobody dared messed with him, and they knew Sherry would never leave, since she liked being around her "older brother." He smiled, kneeling down.
"Hey! Sherry! Come here and give me a hug!" He said happily. He opened his arms and caught the young girl in his arms and lifted her up. She laughed happily as Micheal twirled her in his arms. He let her down and ruffled her hair playfully. "Hey kiddo! How've you been? Have you been eating well?" He asked worriedly.
"Well, I'm kinda hungry now...I miss your spaghetti..." Sherry said anxiously. Micheal nodded, kneeling down with his back turned.
"Well, I'll make us some right now. Come on." Micheal told her. Sherry climbed onto his back, holding on for dear-life. She gripped hard onto his shoulders. Micheal took off, his leaps clearing ten metres each. Sherry laughed as the wind rushed past her face, both of them heading for the living quarters Albert, Ada, Sherry and he shared. It was like an apartment. They resided on the seventh floor. He skidded to a stop, then made one giant leap upwards to the balcony. He passed the balcony, making a backwards flip and falling towards the balcony. He landed, bending down to let the young girl down.
---Same day, Remote town near Paris---
"Claire, when do the documents get sent over to the labs?" Sara asked as they drove into Paris.
"Tomorrow, seven at night. We're going to go in through the sewer system and we're gonna steal the anti-virus and those documents. Then we'll destroy Umbrella for sure!" Claire said determinedly. Sara smiled, knowing that part of this had something to do with Claire's brother Chris. She trusted Claire though, so she said nothing.
---HCF Military base---
"So you're going on a mission? To where?" Sherry asked. Micheal stirred up the sauce, chopping the onions finely with his superhuman speed. Neither Sherry or he liked onions too thick or big.
"Here. Paris. We have to sneak into some lab to steal something. It's nothing really. Nothing I've never done before." Micheal replied while shaking in some oregano into the sauce. Sherry watched her "brother" from the stool she was on, kicking up her legs.
"So you're gonna stay here for a while?" She asked. Micheal shook his head.
"Sorry kiddo. That's not my call. Albert and I will be leaving tomorrow night for the mission. After that we might not be back for a while..." Micheal said half-heartedly. Sherry gave a "you-always-say-that" sound to Micheal, who turned around and walked over to the young girl. She looked at him sadly, frowning. He knelt down, taking Sherry's hands into his. "I'm really sorry. I wish I could stay over here with you, but you know I'm also a researcher, whatever we bring back I have to study. This place isn't really well equipped to do so." He told her paternally. Sherry didn't look pleased. Micheal pondered for a while before coming up with an idea. "Tell you what. After the mission is over I'll put in a request to have you stay over in Canada with me. Does that sound good?" He propositioned. Sherry smiled and nodded vigorously. Micheal nodded, suddenly picking up the young girl and twirling her around.
Sherry laughed and screamed happily. She was always happy when "Mikey" was here. She could always remember the first day he came to the Military facility. He had saved her life from those perverts.
---Flashback---
"Sir, I'm going to go on a tour of the facility, is that okay?" Micheal asked timidly. It was his first mission, and the higher ups wanted to meet them here. Albert nodded, telling the boy not to wander into high security areas. Micheal nodded and walked off, heading for the prison building. That was a level 7 security checkpoint, but thankfully his security pass was level nine. They allowed him in when he flashed his ID card and closed the gate behind him. He walked down the corridors, hearing chuckles from down the hall. Then with his enhanced sense of hearing he could hear the sound of a young girl crying. He didn't know why, but he hated hearing a girl cry. He ran in the direction of the sounds and saw that in one of the open cells, two inmates were standing over a crying girl. They were pinning her to the concrete wall and rubbing up against her provocatively. The girl, he realized, looked younger than fifteen...maybe younger.
His eyes once again turned blood red, and he growled furiously. He ran forward, pulling the two men off of the girl. The two men stood up, seething at the boy.
"Who da fuck are you?" One of them said rather boorishly. The other man pulled out a makeshift knife from his pocket and waved it around threateningly.
"Yeah, ya want us ta put ya out or somethin'?" The other said idiotically. Micheal turned to the young girl, who looked up at him in fear. He motioned for her to close her eyes, and she did so, tightly. He turned back, calmly walking towards the two men. The one holding the knife ran forward trying to stab the mutant boy. He stopped dead in his tracks when Micheal's nails slashed deep into his chest, shattering the front of his ribcage.
"You fucker!" The remaining convict yelled, running forward and throwing a punch. Micheal caught the hand with his own, the same dead expression on his face. The man screamed and hollered as Micheal's hand gripped harder and harder. Micheal crushed the hand and let it go, the man screaming pathetically in pain. In a flash, the man's cries of agony were silenced as his neck was broken like a twig. The man dropped, allowing Micheal to return to the young girl. She trembled terribly and cowered in the back of the jail cell. Micheal knelt down, brushing a strand of hair away from the young girl's face.
"You okay? Did they hurt you at all?" He asked. The girl stopped shaking and moved her hands. She looked up at Micheal, eyes quivering. She shook her head. Micheal hugged her tightly, startling the young girl. "I'll make sure nobody does that to you again, okay? Just tell me." He whispered. She hugged him, nodding. "From now on, you can call me Mikey, like I'm your older brother." He told her. That thought seemed to warm Sherry's heart. She felt abandoned sometimes. Both Leon and Claire left to do stuff on their own, leaving her to be captured. Maybe he would be different.
"Older brother..." She repeated.
---End Flashback, The Next Night, 7 PM, The Airspace above EuroUmbrella HQ---
"Sirs, we're right over the facility!" The pilot announced. Albert turned around, talking to Micheal, who was wearing his face mask. Micheal hated wearing the gas masks so he designed his own type of gas screening masks which only covered the lower half of his face. Micheal nodded, leaping out of the helicopter with his parachute strapped to his back. Albert followed, leaping out of the copter and feeling the wind rush past his face. Albert could still remember the things Micheal said to him as if he was right beside him.
"I feel as if something big is going to happen to me, Albert..." Micheal's voice rang in his mind. He wondered what the boy meant as he plummeted to Earth with his parachute strapped to his back.
---End Chapter 3---
Chapter three ends, and I really feel special. People actually like my writing. Thanks to everyone who reviews.