Okay, the first part will try to convey the changed feelings between Wesker and Ada. Then I will throw myself back into the action part. Also, I'll be introducing a new character, and yeah. Sorry it took so long to update, really. I hope someone will still read this.
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 5-
They landed at the military base so they could get their stuff ready for leaving. While they were flying back it began to rain, and at the helipad stood Ada and Sherry underneath an umbrella big enough for two. Micheal removed his mask and smiled at his little sister, who looked soaking wet. Ada kept noticing Albert's hair falling out of place as soon as the rain hit it. Cursing, Albert shook his hair out of the usual slicked back style from before and let it rest. His vision was obscured by his blonde lockes and every second they spent in the warm, spring rain more and more of his hair would stick to his forehead. He parted his hair and saw Ada, standing under an umbrella wearing a red dress, a trademark of the Asian woman. Her hair had grown out from the rather tomboyish style from in Raccoon, and now reached her shoulders, slightly damp from the rain.
'She really is beautiful...no! Stop thinking about that Albert! She's nothing to you!' He mentally screamed at himself, but he couldn't stop. Ada was as jaded as Micheal and himself, and they had no identity anymore. Everything was stripped away because of Umbrella in one way or another. In a cruel sense, they were his family. His parents died when he was a teen and his only sister wanted to have nothing to do with him. Micheal lost his old life, his old identity, his memories, and the woman he loved. Ada lost her boyfriend, whose only remaining memento of him was inside Micheal's brain. Sherry lost her father, mother, and God knows what else in Raccoon and the two people who she thought she could count on left her like she was nothing. He may not have had an ideal childhood but he knew in his gut he could never do what Leon and Claire did to her. He felt sickened by them. So yeah, they were a family.
Micheal walked over to Sherry, who shivered slightly. He knelt down in front of her with a concerned face. Sherry tipped forward and yawned. He picked her up with one arm, letting her rest her cold and tired body. He then looked up and noticed Ada and Albert staring at each other. He stood to full height and took the umbrella from Ada and nodded. She nodded as well and told him they'd be okay. He nodded and walked toward their living quarters quickly so Sherry would be able to warm up. Meanwhile, Ada brushed away some of her wet, shining blackish blue hair out of her face and smiled as she walked over to the tall blonde man.
"Hey..." She said shyly.
"Well..." He replied in mild nervousness.
"I'm...um...glad you're safe..." She added hopefully, chuckling. Wesker smiled. When she wasn't a nastily screaming, whore-faced banshee she was actually cute.
"Thanks. It's good to be back..." He replied.
"L-listen...I...uh...I thought about stuff while you and Micheal were gone, and I want to say I'm really sorry..." Ada said, shoulders drooping. Then Albert felt it. That gut-wrenching feeling. Why was Ada affecting him so much?
"Sorry? About what" He asked dumbly.
"I'm sorry about what happened in Raccoon. It was my fault Umbrella got the G-virus. I'm sorry I put you in so much danger..." She replied truthfully. Albert became confused. Why would she apologize to him about that? Then he realized it. They cared about each other, but were too stubborn to admit it to themselves. He took off one of his gloves and cupped her cheek.
"I don't care about that anymore...I caught you because we're all we've got...Micheal knows that, Sherry knows that, I know that. We're a family. Stop assuming I'm mad about that..." He said to her softly. Ada leaned slightly into his warm hand, and smiled. Wesker smiled and dropped his hand gently. "Now come on. It's fucking cold out here. I can smell Micheal's homemade spaghetti all the way from here..." He said jokingly. Ada laughed and they turned and walked away from the helipad. Ada shivered slightly, and Albert noticed. From their suite Micheal watched with his superhuman vision, while Sherry watched with super powered night vision binoculars as Albert took off his jacket and draped it over Ada's shoulders.
"Jeez, finally the idiots settle their differences. I think it's time to celebrate, right Sherry? Homemade spaghetti" He proposed. Sherry smiled, rolled up in a mink comforter with some hot chocolate and nodded. He nodded and set to work. He opened up a cupboard and grabbed a large pot to boil water in, filling it halfway with water, salt and a little bit of oil. He decided to just ask Ada and Albert for their help with the sauce, so he threw in the spaghetti when the water was boiling, and took a seat beside Sherry on the sofa and watched some television. When Albert and Ada arrived, they had a nice dinner together like a real family would. When they retreated to their bedrooms, they had smiles on their faces.
-Next Day-
"You want us to WHAT" Micheal exclaimed at their new mission. They were to raid a remote island and try to find some new virus created fifteen years ago? What the hell was up with the higher up assholes? He accepted the mission faster than Albert did. "Fine, but in return I want Sherry sent over to HCF Canada. It's either that or I don't go." He told them, the dark silhouettes of the higher-ups being shown on a television monitor. They were going to leave right this moment. Micheal trudged into the plane, while the fighter pilots holding air to ground missiles were being prepped.
Minutes later, they were airborne. Micheal was going to give the signal for the missile launch and then they'd try to take out the resistance. He strapped a high-powered sniper rifle to his back, and then holstered two single-handed machine guns packed with specialized hollow point bullets. He liked those types of bullets. He prepped his parachute and was ready to do some killing. It was too early for all this shit.
-Rockford Island (A/N: Sorry I changed the scene so quickly, but I just wanted to get the whole family thing over with. I wanted the action to start.)-
Micheal landed on the island, flare gun in his possession. He planned this part on his own. He tightened his facemask, heading over to the prison. He snuck by the half-awake guards, running quickly and quietly, sneaking into the prison. He slipped into the guard station and waited for his chance to kill them. They began to talk about mindless crap, sitting and facing away from his hiding spot. He crept low to the ground, slipping his knife out from its sheath and covering the first man's mouth fast as he slit his throat. The other guard didn't even notice, at least until a hand covered his own mouth and a knife slashed across his neck. He then looked at the controls and found the switches to shut off the alarm.
He left the guard station and ran through the hall, past the sleeping and even dead prisoners. He could smell a putrid odour coming from some of the prisoners, like rotting flesh. He heard a wet crunching sound, and when he looked over at where it was coming from, he was shocked, to say the least. He walked closer, feeling as if his eyes were deceiving him although it was night, it was near sunrise and a little bit of light glowed through and allowed him to see what he was looking at. Right now though, he had no idea what he was looking at. The foul stench of rotting flesh entered his nose again, almost making him retch. On the floor was a person lying in a pool of their own blood, a ripped stump where the head should have been, while a man crouched over the body. Every step rang out through the darkness, and the final step towards the jail cell alerted the man. He accidentally stepped in some of the blood coming from the dead body, slipping a little. For the first time since he woke up from his coma he felt terrified, truly and utterly terrified. When he was up close, he could see what the man was really doing. The look of terror on the decapitated head, the fact that half it's face was gone, and the image of the man turning his head to him and blood dripping from his chin and mouth. He backed away quickly as the man reached past the bars, snarling.
Terrified, Micheal ran to the stairs, heading for the roof. He couldn't wait to destroy this nightmare! Unfortunately, on his way up he ran into the head honcho of the prison, Rodrigo San Raval.
"I thought there was something up when the guards didn't contact me. Who are you" He demanded.
"That's none of your business, but I'm afraid that you must die now Mr. Raval..." Micheal said quietly, rushing the older Hispanic man. Rodrigo barely dodged Micheal's knife, trying to land a punch on Micheal but failing miserably. The boy moved like a shadow. The boy disappeared after that last punch, leaving Rodrigo confused. Then he noticed the bloody shoeprints on the ground leading to the roof exit. If that boy did anything, it was most likely a bad thing. On the roof stood the black clad boy, holding up a flare gun. He was sending a signal. He ran towards the boy but was too late, the flare sailed straight up into the sky, a huge flash of light blinding him.
"Damn you boy" Rodrigo yelled. He watched as the boy looked at him as if showing that victory was his. He was about to go and attack the boy when he noticed something off in the distance. It was a little light, growing bigger by the second, and it was coming toward the island. It slammed into the side of the mountain where the palace resided, a huge explosion rocking the ground. The alarms began to blare as more and more of the missiles slammed into various parts of the island. Rodrigo watched with horror as Rockford Island went under siege. He was too pre-occupied with the missile assault that he didn't notice the masked boy holding a knife.
Micheal dashed forward, knife in his right hand. He slammed into Rodrigo; the knife plunged deep into his stomach and blood flowing like a stream out of the wound. Rodrigo coughed out blood, clutching his wound and doubling over as the knife was pulled out, the black clad boy walking away. "Don't worry, the wound isn't fatal. I suggest you find a place to hide though. I can't guarantee your safety, but you have a better chance of surviving this if you stay out of sight." Micheal said before disappearing down the stairs.
He emerged from the Prison; a smirk on his face as the ground shook with explosions, when he sensed someone behind him. Without turning, he began to speak. "Who are you?" He asked. He heard a male voice chuckle and the sound of a gun slider being pulled back. He spun around and looked down a little, coming face to face with a red headed male, looking the same age as himself, holding a Desert Eagle to his head in police officer fashion. Under the barrel of the gun a laser sight glowed menacingly. There seemed to be a sort of ethereal glow coming from his scarred left eye as well. Micheal spun and ducked, kicking the Desert Eagle from the crimson haired individual and pulling out his fully automatic pistol. He pointed it at where the redhead was but the redhead swiftly mimicked Micheal's move and knocked away the gun. They held their positions, waiting for either of them to make the first move.
"Who are you? I'm not going to ask again..." Micheal said, brows furrowed in anger. Nobody has ever been able to do that to him before besides Captain Wesker. The green and silver eyed boy smiled.
"Silver...Silver Blood..." He replied. Micheal quirked an eyebrow. "Who are you?" The redhead asked in response. Micheal made his eyes flash red for a moment to scare his opponent, but Silver wasn't fazed.
"That's none of your concern. Move out of my way if you don't want to die." Micheal warned. Silver smirked confidently, moving to his fallen Desert Eagle. He picked it up, putting it back into it's holster. Micheal leisurely walked to his pistol and picked it up, returning it to its holster. Micheal couldn't leave anything up to chance so he stood his ground. This boy was not to be trusted. He saw the glint in Silver's metallic eye and reacted, the both of them running toward each other, Silver throwing a punch that was caught by Micheal's hand while Micheal's own punch was caught by the shorter boy. Micheal was surprised. This boy was exceptionally strong, even for a normal human. They pushed at each other in a short deadlock when suddenly a whistling noise alerted the two of them.
Micheal looked up and saw one of the missiles from the helicopters in the distance begin to fall toward them, and he couldn't react quickly enough. There was a bright flash and a harsh rumbling on the ground, and the two of them were blown to the side, crashing through a window and slamming into the hard concrete wall headfirst. Micheal looked at Silver and saw that he was knocked out, and Micheal's vision was also becoming bleary...
-End Chapter 5-
WOW! Long time no update! Jeez! I'm sorry! I was just so wrapped up in my other story that I kinda forgot about this one! Anyway, here we introduce another player. Just so you know his real name isn't Silver. I'll explain in a bit, okay?