Well, not that much action here. I'm just reuniting my two main characters once again. So read and 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 7)
(Micheal and Silver)
The raven-haired boy couldn't help staring at the smaller redhead. He fought with such grace. The redhead caught him staring and glared.
"What?" Silver spat. Micheal glared back.
"Where'd you learn to fight like that?" He asked. Silver smirked.
"I'm a professional killer. I've been sent here to kill a certain person." Silver replied. Micheal tried to figure out whom he was sent to kill, but didn't have time when the sound of a Gatling gun entered his ears. Micheal looked around and saw it up there. The tower. The person inside the tower was firing at someone across the fence, the night obscuring his human sight. He unfocused his eyes, finding two different heat sources running and avoiding the gunfire. The glowing sources disappeared from sight, and then a gunshot coming from them broke the spotlight up on the tower. From far away Micheal couldn't hear anything quieter than a gunshot, so the dialogue being exchanged between the three people was unheard. Silver was watching this as well, but he could only spot the one up in the tower.
"Redhead...possibly calling for a ceasefire..." Silver mumbled to himself. Micheal didn't turn around, but he had heard what the shorter redheaded man said. He shrugged and began to walk away towards the palace up on the hill. Silver turned to the black-haired teen in confusion. "Where the hell are you going?" He asked. Micheal kept walking but turned his head a little to show he was addressing Silver.
"Like you, I'm here to kill someone. After that, I'm leaving." He replied. Silver stared at the back of Micheal's head, his left eye gleaming. He shrugged and followed. Silver caught up to Micheal, his hands in his black dress pants.
"So...that jump was pretty amazing back there. Are you from a Romanian circus or something?" Silver asked jokingly. Micheal didn't look at the redheaded man, but responded.
"I could tell you, but then you'd have to die. Let's get this clear. I'm here to murder. Not make friends. Don't interfere with my purpose here, or I will be forced to rip your spine out, and believe me, I can do it." Micheal warned. Silver scrunched up his shoulders and put his hands up in defence.
"Okay...sorry, but when you're stuck on an island crawling with zombies, you..." Silver couldn't finish that sentence, because Micheal began to clutch his head, screaming and wailing in pain. "Hey! You okay?" Silver asked, leaning over Micheal.
'Zombies? That...AAAHHH!' Micheal mentally screamed. Images began to flash before his eyes once more. He looked around and saw his surroundings mold and mutate, walls erecting around him, liquid colours melding together and taking form around him. He found himself in a classroom full of dead specimens in formaldehyde, beakers, test tubes, graduated cylinders and flasks lining the shelves. He began to look around frantically, his mind unable to register what was going on. He looked toward him and saw a young boy, staring at him dumbly, eyes drooping and mouth hanging open.
His hand moved of it's own accord, nearing the little boy. He felt his mouth open and move, but there was silence.
Lex...it's going to be okay...we're going to help you...
The child made a snarling face as he lunged forward, grabbing Micheal's hand and sinking his teeth deep into the flesh. Pain scarred his eyes, revealing themselves as white glowing flashes. He watched the scene play out as he pushed the small boy off of him, pointing a gun at the boy's head. His good hand was shaking, unwilling to do what he was about to be forced to do. The boy began to move forward rather quickly, mouth wide open and ready to take another bite of his flesh. At the last minute he felt himself change...he began to feel more confident. He holstered his gun in an instant and grabbed the boy's head with his hands. He twisted the head violently; the boy's head turned almost all the way around. The boy dropped, dead.
"Micheal..." Micheal spun around then covered his eyes from the blinding light. The light was the angel again. She looked tattered and tired, yet her glow was as radiant as it had been in all the other dreams. In her arms was a smaller, redheaded girl in a school uniform. She looked indifferent, almost uncaring about what happened.
"WHO ARE YOU! WHY ARE YOU HAUNTING ME!" He screamed at the angel. Suddenly everything shattered, the image falling away like broken shards of glass, and all that remained was Micheal and the blonde angel floating in her brilliant iricandescent light.
"You've got to come back to me...you've got to come back to love me...love me the way you used to..." She replied wispily. Micheal tried moving his feet, but he's legs were not responding at all. She began to smile, her cheeks streaked with tears. "I need you...I need you with me..." She said. Micheal saw her eyes filled with tears, and his heart began to beat quicker, and his own eyes welled up with tears. The angel and her light began to fade, leaving dark pastel colours in her wake. Micheal tried in vain to reach for her hand, screaming out for her not to go. Not to leave him with the feeling of loneliness and longing.
"NO! COME BACK!" He screamed. He sat up quickly, his forehead colliding with another forehead with a loud crack. Silver went flying backwards, his forehead red and a bit of blood dripping down the front of his face. Silver glared at the black haired boy who suddenly looked confused if his eyes were any indication.
"You idiot! That really HURT!" Silver screamed, holding the gash on his forehead. Micheal looked at the image of the redheaded man swearing and yelling at him and began to laugh.
"Sara! I heard a scream over here! Come on!" They heard a woman's voice call. Suddenly two girls appeared, one of them a brunette wearing a red biker vest and jeans, the other wearing a simple blue tube top with a nearly see-through white button up tee shirt overtop with only one button clasped and wearing black denim pants that had a circular rip near the bottom. Her blonde hair was up in a ponytail; her bangs pinned down at the side, making her look quite beautiful. They both held guns at the two men, the males having absolutely no time to react. They just sat there in the grass, staring stupidly at the two women.
"Who are you?" The blonde demanded, staring right at the raven-haired masked boy. He had his hands up, not bothering to go for his guns. The redheaded man began to speak; his hands still up in the air.
"We're of no harm! I swear!" Silver tried to assure the two females. "We were caught in an explosion, and we woke up here! Honest!" He assured them. The two females stared at them suspiciously, the blonde still staring at Micheal.
Micheal stared at the blonde, sensing something oddly familiar about her. He had the biting feeling that this girl was someone he had met before the incident at the Umbrella HQ. 'She almost...that's nonsense. She has glasses. This girl doesn't.' He mentally chastised himself. He got up, allowing the girls to train their guns on his body. He didn't lose faith in his abilities as he moved forward. He still had a job to do, and Sherry's happiness was in the balance. He could go back to his makeshift family and forget about these retarding hallucinations he was having. Suddenly there was a gun pressed to his head. He shifted his eyes and saw the blonde pointing the gun at his temple. Under his mask, Micheal smirked.
"Are you going to shoot me? I haven't done anything to warrant that." He asked with a knowing smirk. He was calling this girl's bluff.
"Who are you?" She asked none too politely. Micheal made his eyes flash red for a moment once again, seeing if she would get intimidated, but Sara kept her ground, looking up at him.
"I can't give you my real name, but if you're looking for some sort of camaraderie, you can call me Clock..." He said politely to her.
"Sara..." The blonde woman replied. She looked pointedly at Claire, and spoke. "That's Claire. We were prisoners, along with Steve, but the prison warden let us out." She continued. Micheal shrugged, and kept walking up the incline towards the palace. Silver followed, not really saying anything to anyone. He didn't need to. He kept staring at the blonde and the dark haired boy, and his eye displayed the known information on the two of them. He had his left eye replaced with a robotic one a year ago, during his stint as a mercenary.
'Unknown Male. Unable to retrieve data...' The readout said. He hissed quietly in annoyance. He then looked at Sara, the readout displaying her information. 'Sara Jane Hewitt. Presumed dead after nuclear disaster in Raccoon City, daughter of Madga Lee-Anne and Jeremy Heath Hewitt, both deceased.' The information stopped coming, but suddenly more information came up. 'Retrieved from Umbrella Corporation Files: Closely connected to Malice project, subject name Micheal Henry Drake, fugitives Lloyd Jefferson Wade, Jill Alexandria Valentine, Carlos Mateo Olivera, Claire Anne Redfield (1) and Program Alice, all reported missing and unable to locate.' Silver smirked.
'Now THIS is interesting. It seems Ms. Hewitt here is on the run from Umbrella...but what I don't get is why I can't find any information on Captain Sour-Mask here.' He pondered. He shrugged. 'Well, might as well ride it out. I came here to kill Ashford, and I have to get the job done.' He thought with a smile.
(End Chapter 7)
(1) Yeah, I made up middle names for the characters. Hey, it's Umbrella, they MUST have found out their obscure middle names. Also, it's my twisted humor at work there.
Yeah, I know, it's short, but I think I put down an essential part of the story. Hopefully by Spring Break I'll rediscover how I want this to turn out. And now we find out some of the hidden secrets of the mysterious Silver. Read and Review please!