Hey, it's been a while since my last update, but I'm finally done and my muses have finally kicked my ass hard enough to help me think up new plot things for this story. I hope you like it!

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 8)

As they walked into the palace, Micheal felt Sara's eyes boring into him, and finally it bothered him so much that he turned his head and confronted her.

"What the hell are you staring at?" He said through the mask, his voice distorted. Sara looked up into his eyes and shook her head.

"Why are you wearing a mask?" The blonde asked. Micheal turned his head away.

"That's none of your business. Why were you being held captive?" The raven-haired boy retorted.

"Answering a question with a question is rude, you know..." Sara quipped. Micheal didn't budge in his mental resolve, making Sara sigh in exasperation.

'Just like Micheal...' She immediately thought.

"We tried to steal things from Umbrella, and Claire and I got caught." She continued. Micheal looked at the girl in surprise. He inwardly chuckled at the girl.

"Well...I'm here to steal something, and that's all I can tell you without having to kill you. Just leave it at that..." Micheal replied. Sara smiled and nodded.

"What kind of codename is 'Clock' though? That's fairly unimaginative..." Sara commented. "It should be something like...Raven...or Killer...that sounds so much cooler..." She continued. Micheal chuckled at the girl's comment. He held up his hand and wiggled his index finger.

"The problem with that is I'm supposed to be incognito. I'll give myself away with a codename like Killer or Raven or whatever. My superiors wouldn't like that very much..." Micheal said in a matter-of-fact tone discernible even through the mask he was wearing. He looked at the blonde, smiling even though it couldn't be seen, then noticed something. A laser sight rested on her heart, almost burning into her chest. He looked around in an instant and pushed the girl out of the way just in the nick of time, because an gunshot was heard, and Micheal felt a sharp overwhelming pain in his back, just below his right shoulder, right where Sara's heart would have been.

"Clock? Are you all right?" Sara said in a concerned frenzy. Micheal nodded and ignored the dull pain from the bullet, pulling out his automatic pistol and firing at whatever fired that bullet that was lodged in his flesh. He looked up at where the bullet came from with his heat sensors, seeing a man hiding behind a corner. He stopped firing, holding up his hand to keep the others from firing as well.

"That bullet hurt, you know. If I hadn't been who I am, I would have died. It's best to come out of your little hiding place, because I can see you there." He called out into the large vestibule they were standing in. His acute hearing picked up giggling, and suddenly a blonde man in regal clothing stepped out from the corner, holding a high-powered sniper rifle. In a flash, a single bullet was fired by Micheal, slamming into the marble wall just beside the man's head. The blonde man didn't flinch, staring condescendingly at Micheal.

"You missed..." The blonde stated. Micheal shook his head.

"No, I didn't..." Micheal retorted calmly. As if on cue, blood began to drip from the man's ear, a deep scratch bleeding red. Alfred Ashford held his ear, trying to stop the blood while glaring at the group below the balcony he stood on.

"How dare you...how dare you VERMIN come here and interfere with this island's activities! You've destroyed my fair island!" He said down to the group, pointing an accusing finger towards Claire and Sara in particular. Sara was about to speak when Micheal moved in front of her, partially hiding her from the man.

"We don't know what you're talking about...these ladies were imprisoned during the-" Micheal began.

"Unacceptable! Die, you VERMIN!" The man raged, firing shot after shot at the two males and two females. On instinct, Micheal grasped Sara's hand and pulled her to the left, while Claire ran to the right and Silver ran forward, running deeper into the palace. Alfred stopped, resting his rifle on his shoulder. "Don't worry, I'll be sure to keep all of you entertained..." He called out into the empty room. He walked deeper into the palace, leaving the three remaining people confused and rather irritated.

Micheal himself was pressed up against the wall, using his hearing to make sure the blonde sniper was gone. "Okay...I think he's gone..." He spoke distractedly to Sara.

"Then maybe you should let go of my hand..." Sara said, the slightest hint of anger in her voice. Micheal looked down at his hand and true to her word, Micheal's fingerless gloves were gently gripping the smaller blonde's wrist. He suddenly let her go as if his hand had been burned, but inwardly felt disappointed about letting go. Holding her like that, protecting this girl kind of felt right to the mutant boy.

"S-sorry...I'm sorry..." He stammered. Sara smirked and shook her head.

"That's okay, but we've got to get Claire. I'm not going anywhere without her." Sara said. Micheal nodded, holding one of his guns in his hand. He ran out into the large foyer, Sara following close behind. They ran into the door Claire had run into, cautiously looking around the room for the brunette girl. She was fine, save for the five zombies closing in on her, moaning piteously at her. Micheal moved fast, pointing his gun at their heads and letting fly with bullets, killing all of them in one fell swoop. He turned to Claire and smiled at her under the mask.

"What do you think you're doing? I didn't need your help..." Claire said with an unamused look on her face.

"I know, but I owe you for what happened back in Paris." Micheal replied. He pointed to himself with his index finger. "I was the one who pulled you two up into the ceiling, and thanks to my directions you were captured by Umbrella." Micheal continued, making his mind on this random whim that popped into his head. He had noticed earlier that Sara had a slight limp, and even though he hadn't seen what was wrong, it was slowing her down considerably. "Plus, Sara is injured. I've been noticing that she's been limping since we met." He stated.

"She was shot in the calf back in Paris." Claire interrupted. For some reason she didn't trust the black haired male. Her feelings were being unsettled since he decided to take a close role in Sara's protection.

"Which is the result of my half-assed instructions, so until I can get you both off this island free from Umbrella, consider me your bodyguard..." He told them in a mock-gentlemanly tone. He bowed, eliciting smiles from Sara. Claire looked at the masked boy suspiciously, not trusting everything he was saying, but unfortunately for her, Sara spoke up first.

"Deal..." She said simply, extending her hand to the masked man. Micheal took her hand and lightly shook it, smiling underneath his mask.

"Maybe we should find your redheaded friend as well; he seems to have disappeared." Sara told Micheal. Micheal shook his head.

"He can handle himself. If he can catch ME off guard, he can handle himself quite well. Nobody's EVER been able to knock a gun from my hand before besides my commander. I'm sure we'll run into him again." Micheal replied. Sara accepted his answer without question, and began to limp towards the door leading away from the foyer. Micheal looked at the blonde in concern and trotted towards her, lifting up her arm and putting it around his shoulders, helping the blonde walk. Claire followed, watching the couple as they walk on.

'He acts like he's Sara's BOYFRIEND!' She mentally scoffed. She rolled her eyes, pulled the slider back on her gun, and continued on her way. Micheal could feel Claire's eyes boring into his back as he assisted Sara through the halls, smirking all the while. So she didn't trust him. That was smart thing to do, especially now.

"So you're absolutely sure you don't want to tell us something about yourself?" Sara asked as they left the palace. Micheal had gotten a feeling that they needed to go to the Military Training Facility. Micheal checked his wristwatch, the little device showing the time. He pressed a small button on the side of the watch and suddenly a three dimensional image of the island appeared.

"Whoa..." Claire said in awe of the hologram.

"Wicked..." Sara agreed. Micheal spoke his commands to the watch.

"Search target; Rockfort Island Military Training Facility." The hologram began to change, zooming in and showing their current location, then moving past the steps they were on and past the gate on the side and down a small set of stairs. Micheal nodded. "Search target; all other active humans on island exterior." Micheal commanded, the hologram splitting and turning into separate images, one showing a redheaded boy with a strange collar around his neck.

"Steve!" Claire exclaimed. The other three images were of Sara, Claire, and Silver showing their vital information. Nothing came up on Silver though, which perplexed the raven-haired boy. He shrugged and turned off the hologram, carrying Sara down the steps and turning towards the gate. Suddenly there was barking to Micheal's left, and when he turned to see what was going on, he thought he was dreaming. He activated his heat-sight and trembled. Barking at him were three mutilated dogs, and when he had read their heat signatures, he confirmed that the beasts were dead. He pushed Sara away from him, Claire already there to catch the injured girl as the dogs leapt towards him, jaws read to clamp down on his flesh.

Micheal bent backwards, planting his hands on the ground and throwing his feet up, slamming his feet into the heads of the dead doggies, knocking them away. He got back to his feet quickly and drew his guns, firing at the canines maliciously. The mongrels jolted sickeningly as bullets drilled into their bodies, and once Micheal was confident in their deaths, their bodies were riddled with bloody holes and parts of their bodies ripped off. He smirked and holstered his guns, leading the way for the two females. The area the trio were in now was a large one, with huge double doors to their left. They leisurely walked past the large double doors, and found a smaller, more manageable door for them to go through. They pushed it open, and found themselves in a large open area that was oddly silent. Micheal strained his superhuman hearing and could only pick up a faint rumbling noise. He shrugged and carried Sara towards the other doors on the opposite wall. Suddenly the rumbling sound got louder and louder and the ground began to tremble. Micheal tightened his grip on the blonde girl just a little, every instinct in his body telling him that the blonde's safety came first before his own.

Sara held onto the dark haired male tighter, fearing the sound of the rumbling and the tremors that rocked the three of them. They all took tentative steps forward, when suddenly the ground about thirty metres in front of them burst in an explosion of dust, dirt, soil and rocks. When the dust cleared they faced a large worm monster that was at least twenty times their size, it's mouth open in a circular pattern, the dark concave dripping with ooze that was undesirably reminiscent of saliva. Suddenly the worm monster burrowed back underground the ground giving way as the beast charged at the three just under the surface. Micheal grabbed Claire, swung her onto his back piggyback style and cradled Sara like a groom would a bride on their wedding night.

"Hold on..." He said to the two females over the loud roaring of the ground as a serpentine-like intruder disturbed its eons-in-chronology achieved perfection. The two women held on tight to their protector as he suddenly leapt out of the way as the worm emerged and opened it's mouth to swallow them whole. He landed on his feet and made a mad dash for the Military Training Facility Entrance. The worm burrowed into the earth once again, following the boy as he leapt over the large mound that was left by the worm before and quickly threw open the double doors, closing them afterwards. He panted in exertion as the two women got off of him; tired from the little sprint he had to do. He regained his breath after a few seconds and urged the two others on their way.

"This place is REALLY dangerous." Micheal said. Claire and Sara agreed wholeheartedly. Where they were now, there was nothing to see or do. Micheal sighed in disappointment and helped Sara turn around towards the doorway. His ears twitched as he heard a small buzzing noise, and he could almost feel something boring into his back. He pushed Sara away once again, a silenced gunshot heard by his ears and another bullet lodging itself into Micheal's back. He winced at the pain but turned around, brandishing his handgun. Alfred saw the small automatic weapon and dashed across the balcony and into a hidden door. Micheal smiled. At least now he knew where to go. He looked over at Claire, who had caught the blonde girl after he pushed her away and smiled under the mask. She sensed his accomplishment and smirked, nodding. They began to walk up the steps, Sara hopping up them slowly.

"You didn't have to take those bullets for me you know. You could have just dodged them. Don't they hurt?" Sara queried. Micheal turned to her, his eyes showing the happiness in them.

"Don't worry. Unlike you, I have a high tolerance for pain and injury. I can't die that easily..." He replied. Claire laughed.

"Yeah, and you're really fast too, and STRONG! You carried the two of us and still managed to evade that worm creature, which was really amazing..." Claire concurred. Micheal looked at the two of them and felt a strange emotion. He couldn't put any words to it. It just felt...good. He was finally accepted by people for who he was, what he did, and the actions he made. Although both Ada and Albert were his friends, he still knew they embraced him mainly for his extraordinary abilities. He also knew that he was infinitely stronger and smarter than the two of them. Underlying the feelings of acceptance from Ada and Albert, he also knew not to trust them. They were double agents, as was he. They could turn on him in a minute. He knew to keep that hidden in his heart at ALL costs.

"Come on. We've still got to get that creepy blonde guy. I'm getting really tired of him shooting at me." Micheal said, grateful for the praise he was receiving. The two girls nodded and followed him up the stairs, nearing the hidden door Alfred had retreated into.

"How are we going to get through the door? There's no handle or anything." Claire asked. Micheal shook his head, then gave the door a strong punch, breaking it apart. "Oh...never mind then..." She said with her eyes wide open. They stepped through and found a hallway with no sign of their odd assaulter. They walked all the way down the hall and saw a rather prominent doorway. Curiosity filled Micheal's brain, and deciding that going in wouldn't hurt, he opened the door. The three of them stepped into the room, the place looking almost like an interrogation room. The one way mirror allowed the trio a view into the room adjacent, but for some reason there was nothing to really see. The room was a little smoky. Micheal took apprehensive steps toward the window, trying to look in without using his heat sight. That would cause unnecessary trouble for him. There was still absolutely nothing to see, and Micheal was already as close to the mirror as possible without pressing up into it.

He was about to turn around when suddenly there was frantic banging on the window as a scientist slammed up against the window, beating his fists into the glass in a vain attempt at breaking it. His screams were muffled to the two women, but Micheal was able to hear him loud and clear.

"HELP ME! HELP ME FOR THE LOVE OF GOD! PLEASE!" The man's voice picked up in his ears. Micheal was frozen in shock. He didn't know what to do...

"I...don't...I can't...I can't break the glass..." Micheal said quietly in a state of shock. He wasn't really telling the truth. He could break the glass. It was all too easy for him, but seeing the man plead and beg for his life so relentlessly shook him to the core. He didn't know why. He was thrown out of his shock when a yellow-green, clawed hand grasped the scientist's head, lifting him up a little. The man's screams got louder and louder as the clawed hand gripped tighter and tighter, it's sharp nails drawing blood from the man's face. Suddenly the bone in the man's face gave way as a thick spray of blood, bone, and brains hit the window. A metal shutter slammed down in front of the mirror, and a computerized feminine voice warned the three of them that the room would be sealed.

"Clock! Come on! We've got to go!" Claire screamed, looking around. All exits were sealed except one leading down, but Micheal had a good feeling it wasn't going to stay unsealed for long. Claire and Sara were already halfway towards the stairs, and Micheal started after it. Claire and Sarah quickly ducked under the shutter as it slammed down and locked. Micheal began to run faster, and slammed down onto the metal shutter to try and get it open.

"Shit...shit shit shit..." Micheal cursed. He struggled as he grabbed the edge of the shutter, bending the hard metal little by little. Suddenly there was a small whizzing noise, like something being powered up. Micheal turned his head in the direction of the sound and saw the other end of the room getting darker. Suddenly a thin, bright green line shot across the room, sweeping to the other side fast. Micheal bent backwards, the intense heat emanating from that one line of light alerting him of the danger as it passed over him. While bent backward, he spotted another laser charging. It shot forward, sweeping low to the ground. Micheal pushed his legs, catapulting himself a mere six inches off the ground, in the air horizontally as he spun lengthwise. The laser passed beneath him, and Micheal pulled his fist back and threw a hard punch at the metal shutter below him. The sheet of metal gave way under his fist and fell, dust and grime showering into the room below as he slammed both onto the stairs as well as the concrete floor.

"Clock! Are you all right?" Claire asked worriedly. Micheal slowly got to his feet, assuring the two women that he was all right.

"Yeah...nothing a few plates of my home made spaghetti can't cure..." Micheal said out loud. Sara suddenly felt a twinge of nostalgia pass through her body, like waves breaking on rocks larger than themselves. She was awash with emotions only Micheal had instilled in her before. The memories of their last meal together as normal teenagers passing through her eyes in a translucent daze. She shook the images from her mind and focused on the chant that had gotten her stabilized over the past few months.

'Micheal is dead...Micheal is dead...'

She watched as the raven-haired man stood up, brushing the dust and dirt from his clothes, when suddenly more and more waves of reminiscence hit her. 'Clock has almost the exact shape and build Micheal had, not to mention hairstyle...and his eyes...they remind me of Micheal's so much...' She couldn't help but ponder.

(End Chapter 8)

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