Welcome to chapter 4! Hope you all enjoy!

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 4---

---EuroUmbrella HQ, remote location outside Paris---

"You okay, Sara? I can hardly see a thing!" Claire hissed as she rubbed her forehead.

"Yeah. I'm fine. I'm used to being in the dark. I can see pretty well." Sara replied. They were traversing the halls of the labs in complete darkness. For some odd, inane reason the labs were closed down on Saturdays and everyone besides security was gone. They had snuck into the building fairly easily, save for a few bumps and scratches because they couldn't see a foot in front of them in the dark. They still knew better than to just walk in plain view, so even in the dark they were forced to pin themselves to the walls. Only Sara seemed to be able to see in the dark.

'He was always able to find his way through anything. Even in the dark. He could have helped right now...' Sara thought, thinking about her late raven-haired best friend. At the time she didn't have a clue, but later she brought up the file about the Raccoon City incident from the Umbrella Incident, and listed in the death count was the name Micheal Drake. When she first tried to access the file, she was denied access. It took her hours to hack into the files, but she had done it. She was shocked when she had read it. It said that Micheal was a BOW class six. The only class six BOW she had known of beforehand was Alice. She read all the reports on the experiments and the mutation and was appalled. No wonder he was so strong and calm that whole time, it wasn't even her Micheal controlling his body. At the very end she found files that were easiest to get into, like they were made very crappily. She could still remember what they said.

'During the Outbreak we released the Malice Project several times to retrieve field data, believing that we would not be able to retrieve the Project before the missile would be fired. Maria and I accept our fates, since we cannot leave this room anyway. The project seemed to gain powers not documented by experiments and field tests in previous years. He seemed to gain the ability to grow claws unbreakable for even the hardest stones, evident by the actions he took in combat with Umbrella Europe's Nemesis Project.' Sara watched that video seeing her best friend jump off a pillar and grab the wall with his hands. She was both shocked and amazed, finally understanding everything. 'His immunities to the T and G-viruses were strengthened by his run-in with Angela Ashford, daughter of late Doctor Charles Ashford. The T-Antigen continued to mutate his DNA, turning him into a virtual killing machine during the field testing against one of the more formidable BOWs. His mutations surpassed even Albert Wesker's, who had thought he had fooled us into thinking he was dead. Unfortunately, due to a blow delivered by the Nemesis, the Project's host brain assimilated the mutated brain section of former employee and BOW Johnathan R. This was previously thought of as a negative result, but in the end it turned out to be quite beneficial to the project. The boy was able to kill our mercenaries with the slightest of ease and extraordinary cunning.' Sara watched the video attachment of that as well. She watched as he moved like a blur as he killed those mercenaries with agility she never knew he had. 'He is able to pick up heat signatures from objects a distance away at a maximum of fifty metres, holds strength now unmatched, and is faster than the Hunter BOWs in our arsenal.'

The first time she read the file she felt disgusted, relieved, and hopeful all at the same time. She was in love with someone who had the power to rip her to shreds. Too bad he died and fell out of the chopper. She checked her watch, the digital readout saying that it was now one-thirty in the morning. They had gotten the map of the complex and were inside the left wing on the seventh floor, where the Anti-virus was kept. They were getting closer to their goals.

---Up on the rooftop, at that same moment---

"Albert, you there?" Micheal spoke into his earpiece. He was wearing all black, his shirt holding many pockets and holsters for knives and guns, as was also the case with his black cargo pants. On his face was his face mask. It acted as a gas filter, hid his identity and masked his voice. He made it himself.

"Yeah, I'm up on building 2. The employees are gone, let's go." Albert replied. Micheal nodded, turning off his earpiece. He opened the rooftop entrance door, 45 caliber handgun in his hand. He slipped in, silently making his way down the stairs. He checked his wrist computer, accessing the schematic of the building he was in. The labs were on the seventh floor.

'Okay...and I'm on...the fifteenth floor...great...stupid Umbrella bastards making their buildings so big...' Micheal thought. Suddenly he felt his heart beat faster and faster. Something was coming. He looked up and saw pipes running through the walls, obscured in the dimly lit staircase. He heard footsteps coming up the stairs and acted quickly. He jumped up, grabbing one of the pipes and hoisting himself on top, doing a handstand on it. He watched from above as two guards walked up the stairs and disappeared into the fifteenth floor. He gently lowered himself to the ground and continued on his way, using his heat sensors to see if any guards were coming. He was in the clear for now. He made his way down the stairs and entered the seventh floor. Suddenly the alarms sounded, alerting the boy.

He pressed the button on his earpiece, calling Albert. "What the hell!? Why are the alarms going off?" He asked.

"I dunno. I think the cameras must have picked someone up. Are you being attacked?" Albert replied.

"No, but security is on it's way..." Micheal answered, seeing through the floor to see a group of security guards running up the stairs. Suddenly he heard two sets of feet running towards him. He looked around and upwards, seeing an open wall panel big enough for him to slip into. He jumped, climbing in before the two people could spot him. He poked his head down to see who was coming, and spotted two women running for their lives towards him. They were holding a metallic suitcase and guns. The one on the right wore a red biker vest and her hair up in a ponytail, the insignia on her lapel an emblem for a biker gang. The other one, the blonde, kept her head turned back, watching for the security guards. They looked fearful. He had a split second to think about what he should do.

'Should I let them be caught and most likely killed or do I help them?' He pondered. He made up his mind, reaching down and grabbing the girls by the collar and pulling them up.

"Climb up! Hurry!" He told them, his voice masked by the distortion device. The two of them scrambled up, hiding with the raven-haired boy.

"Who the hell are you?!" The brunette girl asked rudely. He put his index finger to where his mouth would be were it not covered to tell her to be quiet, then pointed down. The two girls looked down, seeing the security guards pass by. Micheal then felt the hairs on the back of his neck prickle, and he turned his head in the direction of the blonde. The red hue of his night vision seemed to blur her more defined facial features, so he hadn't known he was staring at the blonde angel from his nightmares, and due to the facemask, Sara had no idea that this boy was the boy she loved. Micheal used his heat sensors and saw that the guards were long gone, and the staircase was clear.

"Alright. Go down that staircase and get out. It's your only chance. Now, before the guards come back." He told them. Sara looked at him for a minute before dropping herself back down and running with Claire down the staircase. They had to get out of there fast, jumping six stairs down at a time. They reached the second floor within minutes and ran outside onto the wide balcony. Suddenly, the glare of a helicopter spotlight flooded their eyes.

"Freeze! You are under arrest by the authority of the Umbrella Corporation!" A male voice said loudly. Claire and Sara made a sprint, dodging the gunfire being sent to them, and running back into the building and heading to the ground floor. Suddenly about six automatic rifles were pointed their way.

"Freeze..." One of them said harshly. "Put your hands up..." Claire and Sara looked at each other, thinking the same thing. They put their hands up, guns still in their hands. "Drop the weapons..." They commanded. Both girls did as they were told, letting go of their pistols, but in an instant they both dropped to the ground, catching their guns and firing at the six guards quickly, all of them dropping to the floor, dead. They got up quickly and ran for the exit. Sara felt a surge of relief as they neared the exit, but her relief turned into pain as a bullet ripped through her calf. She screamed and fell to the floor, Claire doubling back and kneeling beside her. She searched the room and saw a Hispanic man holding a smoking handgun. She didn't sense another guard coming up behind her. Claire glared at the man before she felt a sharp pain on the back of her neck, passing out.

---Back at the seventh floor---

Micheal got down from his hiding spot, looking around. Nobody was coming. He ran down the halls searching for the labs where the Anti-Virus was being kept. He passed several doors finally finding the door for the labs. He could see that the door was a foot thick. There wasn't a lot of things that could break a twelve inch thick wall. Beside it was a keypad. He flipped the small computer screen on his wrist pad up, initiating the code data uplink. He ran the program for that specific door and in seconds he had access. He walked in, and headed straight for the Viral testing container. He didn't have time to unlock the safety hood, so he used the old fashioned way. The masked boy pressed his hand to the glass, his nails sharp. He twisted his hand around to cut a hole into the glass, then pushed the glass until the circle of glass popped off, allowing himself to pull it out.

Some of the vials were missing, but that was alright, he only needed one to be able to research it. He grabbed a vial and tucked it into one of his many padded pockets. He quickly packed up and left. He left the room, not caring enough to look to see if anyone was coming. He dove away from the door when bullets drove themselves into the wall near the door. Cursing, he drew his gun and contacted Albert.

"I'm authorized to kill, aren't I?" He asked.

"Yeah." He replied. He turned off the communicator. That was all he needed to hear. He got ready. He ran outside, avoiding gunfire and sending well placed shots of his own. He reached the corner, gun in hand. He turned the corner again and fired at the guards, three of the nine men dropping to the floor, dead. He looked around quickly, trying to find a way out. He fired at the guards once again while opening his wrist computer. He typed in commands, initializing a program. The guards flinched as the lights shut down, leaving them in pitch black darkness. Their sight taken away, they had nothing to do but turn frantically looking for their enemy, who was able to see them perfectly.

Micheal ran down the hall, knife in hand. "What the-AAH!!" One guard screamed as the knife slammed through his heart. Micheal jumped over the gunshots sent his way and sliced the gunman's hand off. Afterwards he landed behind the man and slit the man's throat quickly. He spun and pressed a button in his shoe to force a small blade out from the sole. During the spin he kicked at the first man, slitting the jugular vein in his neck as his boot flew past his head. The final guard stood in the dark, trembling. He began to cry as Micheal knocked his gun away and put him in a head lock and had his knife to the guard's throat.

"Don't worry...dying isn't so bad...I had to die to become who I am now... Maybe, if you're lucky they'll let you live again..." He whispered into the man's ear before slitting his throat quickly. He quickly ran into the staircase, running back upstairs. He reached the roof, Albert waiting for him with the chopper.

"Any trouble!?" Albert called out. Micheal shook his head as he approached. He got into the chopper and they quickly flew out into the night...

---End Chapter 4---

HOLY CRAP! It took me so long to write this chapter, but think it was well worth it! I want to apologize to my only two readers. I feel like crap, but in my defense I've been tied down with school, grades, you know, the stuff dreams aren't made of...