FINALLY! Chapter ELEVEN is finished! I had so many anxiety strikes while writing this chapter, so I hope those of you who still read this story 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 11)

Sara could feel herself breaking. What had she seen a few minutes back? A ghost? A fleeting hallucination? It couldn't have been him. She tried to rationalize it all in her mind as she walked in pace with the redheaded man, but she knew there was no other explanation. Clock had been dumbfounded when she took off with Silver without even a word, his mask hiding the shocked and possibly hurt expression. She had seen the guarded and treasured secret the raven haired boy harbored, and it was tearing her apart. She had been sure she had seen Micheal's face. It was undeniable as she replayed the situation over in her mind.

The man had crashed through the wall, his metallic face mask dented inward and sparking with electricity. She had taken it off in an attempt to keep him safe, and at the sight of his face, she screamed and fainted. His face revived all the nightmares she had experienced without him, all of them ending with the memory of him lying on the floor of the escape helicoptor, dead. When she had woken up, he was looking down at her, a new face mask over his mouth and nose, worry obvious in his eyes. She had quickly got up and pushed him away, limping to Silver and Claire in the next room. She had to get away from him. It was hurting her just to be around the man now. All this time, she had thought she was finally getting over her first actual great love, but in truth she was falling back in love with him. She was sure the man was Micheal, in the flesh.

That's why she had to get away. At least for now until she sorted out her feelings, but Micheal wouldn't leave her alone.

"Seriously Clock, why are you following us?" Silver asked as they traversed a bunch of hallways. Micheal was at a complete loss over what to say. He knew Sara had seen his real face. He had woken up without his mask on, which meant she had taken it off while he wasn't conscious. He was in emotional turmoil. He loved Sara, but there was a chance that she might blow his cover now.

"I'm making sure Sara is okay..." He said quietly. Without turning, Sara spoke to the anxious dark haired man.

"Clock...I'm fine...I just want to stay down in the Prison with Rodrigo. I'm sure Silver will be able to take good care of me until I get there. I'll be fine, but I want you to watch over Claire and Steve for me..." Sara said coldly. Micheal felt his heart wrench when he heard her cold words, but he hung his head and acquieced. He couldn't bear to kill her, not after falling in love with her. He turned and headed in the opposite direction, crestfallen by her sudden cold shoulder and entered the room with Claire and Steve. The two were bickering about a bad trade they had performed concerning two sub machine guns and two golden lugers. Micheal rolled his eyes and waited for them to finish their stupid, childish argument.

"Fine. I'll get you some ammo. It's up on that crate over there." Claire huffed. Steve got on his hands and knees, giving Claire an ample foot step to get the large box of ammunition on top of a crate. Micheal stared down at the ground, wondering why Sara was so cold all of the sudden. Was she disgusted by his face? Did she find him unattractive? Suddenly the floor rumbled, and a girlish voice came through on the intercom.

"Well, now that your two knights are here, you can all descend into your inevitable deaths!" Ashford's voice boomed through the loud speaker, forcing Micheal to cover his ears slightly.

"Does he have to say such stupid things?" Micheal asked. There was an audible click afterwards, and the walls around them seemed to grow taller and taller. Micheal looked back and forth, then looked down when he felt the vibrations coming from the door. The entire room was some sort of lift, and they were being lowered to some sort of sub-level. The lift stopped in front of a large door, the small uncovered strip showing absolutely no light behind it. Micheal immediately began to smell the scent of rotting flesh coming from the door, his heat sense beginning to take effect almost immediately. In the halls beyond the door, dark figures shambled around aimlessly. Claire and Steve began to walk toward the door.

"Hold it..." Micheal ordered. The two other people with him stopped and looked at him. "Zombies are waiting just beyond that door, and there are a lot of them." Micheal warned. Claire and Steve immediately backed away from the door. Micheal pulled out his pistols and walked forward. "Wait here..." He commanded. The other two nodded, holding their guns cautiously. Micheal pushed through the door, keeping his heat vision from fading out. In the darkened storage room, there was almost no sound save for the random shuffling of dead, rotting feet and the occasional moan of the undead. He began to open fire, bodies dropping like flies as he walked through the room. There was something about these former people. Micheal felt as if some sort of memory was trapped inside them, looking at their expressions.

Some had expressions of fear and terror frozen into their eyes, while others had an almost peaceful, serene look to them. Micheal felt a twinge of guilt everytime one of the zombies dropped to the floor, but buried it with his determination to help Claire and Sara. There was something about the two of them. After spending such a small amount of time with them, he felt like they were integral to him finding out who he really was, and what his life was like before any of this had happened. He wanted to find out who and what he really was more than anything. He traversed the halls easily, having more than enough ammunition with him to spare for later. He took in a deep breath and yelled down the halls for his two companions, telling them that it is safe to come over to him. He holstered his guns and stood in front of an elevator on the other side of the small bridge he had crossed, and after a few minutes Claire and Steve appeared downstairs, panting. They both ran upstairs to meet with the dark haired boy.

"Here you go...a safe trip to the floors above. Get in." Micheal told them. They nodded, pressing the call button and getting in as the doors opened. Micheal stayed behind.

"Aren't you getting in, Clock?" Claire asked. He shook his head.

"I've still got my own mission to complete, and Steve seems to be able to take good care of you. I'll meet you back in the main hall. Be careful." Micheal told the brunette before turning and walking off, leaving Claire and Steve dumbfounded. Micheal was telling the truth. He had to complete his mission or Albert would become suspicious, and when Albert Wesker becomes suspicious, he becomes violent. Micheal retraced his steps to the lowered cargo room and looked around.

There was nothing in the room that controlled whether or not the lift went up or down, so he decided to improvise. He located the wall with the door they had recently went through and took a few steps away from it. He then ran forward, bracing himself for what he was going to do. He began to speed up, pushing himself up the wall. He leaned forward to keep himself from falling and began to run up the wall. He closed in on the double doors and jumped up and backwards, his feet hitting the wall opposite the door. Micheal grunted loudly in effort as he pushed himself off the wall toward the door, shielding his face with his forearms. In an explosion of wood splinters and dust, Micheal rolled to the ground, groaning with pain.

"That was pretty dumb...but at least I got back up here..." He said to himself. He got back to his feet and began to walk toward the Palace. He had to get his mind off of Sara for now...

(End Chapter 11)

So there's chapter Eleven, and the angst just doesn't stop. I'll have chapter 12 up before I go back to school hopefully, (graduation in JUNE! PAAARRTAAY!) and yeah. I might even have a sort of parody of RE4 coming. Read and Review and tell me if you'd be looking forward to a story co-created with a friend of mine.