HOLY FREAKIN' CRAP! That took SO long for me to write! Anyway I would like to thank all the readers of this story, you make my life all the more better. To Tinkies, I'd like to say sorry it took so long. I hopefully won't keep you waiting anymore.
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 12)
Micheal's head was pounding with confusion. His heart was becoming torn.
'She saw my face...if Albert finds out, he'll kill her...I don't want her to die...but I don't want to lose anything else...would I be able to turn on my only friend for someone I...' The thoughts came to a halt when he pondered what he would call Sara. Was she someone he cherished? It had only been a few hours...he couldn't just say stuff like that...it seemed superficial. It was too soon to say...wasn't it?
"Do I cherish Sara like that?" He asked himself as he sat in the main hall of the palace, half relaxing, half waiting for the blonde man in red to appear. Alfred Ashford was his ticket to Alexia, and the sooner he found Alexia the sooner he could sort out his feelings for the blonde british woman. He placed a frustrated and exhausted hand on his forehead and sighed, confused beyond all knowledge. Now he understood Albert's predicament. Girls were confusing. Girl troubles were the worst things in the world. He sat in the velvet chair hidden behind the stairs for a while before he heard footsteps coming from outside. He got up and moved closer to the door, when suddenly he heard the voice of his mutant friend.
"Well...it seems like it's my lucky day. You must be the lovely Claire Redfield..." Albert spoke. Micheal activated his heat sensors and watched as Albert leisurely walked toward the ponytailed girl.
"Who are you?" Claire asked. Albert let out a chuckle.
"Simply a ghost from your brother's past..."
"Wesker!" She exclaimed. Albert laughed, shrugging.
"Well there is no need for any more introductions. Chris and his friends ruined my plans." Wesker spoke jovially. Claire stood her ground, clenching her fists and her stance tense.
"Chris is not the person you think he is!" She declared. Suddenly Albert materialized in front of her, grabbing her by the throat and lifting her off the ground.
You're keeping in step and in line,
got your chin held high
and you feel just fine cuz you do
what you're told
but inside your heart it is black,
and it's hollow and it's cold...
"I hate Chris..." He slammed the back of his hand into her face, Claire flying off the steps and hitting the ground. He was right beside her the next instant, his foot grinding into her left shoulder. "...and it'll be such a pleasure to see his face when he finds out his dear little sister is dead..." Albert said in a smug tone. Claire was gasping, trying to push the blonde's foot off of her chest. Suddenly Micheal's communicator as well as Albert's went off, frantic yells about a bunch of the surviving islanders attacking them. He turned his off, and threw the doors open as Albert spun and swung his foot into Claire's face.
Just how deep do you believe?
Will you bite the hand that feeds?
Will you chew until it bleeds?
Can you get up off your knees?
Are you brave enough to see?
Do you want to change it?
Micheal was in front of the brunette in an instant, blocking the blonde's attack. Wesker looked shocked as Micheal protected the young woman.
"What is the meaning of this?" He demanded. Micheal stood up, his eyes stern.
"You will not hurt her...I won't allow it..." Micheal spoke. Wesker laughed.
What if this whole crusade's a charade?
And behind it all there's a price to be paid
for the blood which we dine?
Justified in the name of the holy and the divine.
"You won't allow it? You think you have that kind of authority over me?" Wesker laughed heartily. Micheal tore off his mask and tossed it to the ground, revealing his face to the brunette. Claire's eyes widened at the sight of the young man who had held a gun to her head in Raccoon City. She stayed silent however, wanting to see how this played out.
Just how deep do you believe?
Will you bite the hand that feeds?
Will you chew until it bleeds?
Can you get up off your knees?
Are you brave enough to see?
Do you want to change it?
"I will not allow you to hurt Claire..." He said adamantly. Wesker smiled, looking accepting of the threat before slamming his fist into Micheal's face, the raven haired mutant flying backwards and landing on his feet. He quickly retaliated, appearing before Albert with a fist pulled back. He slammed his fist into Albert's cheek, the blonde knocked to the ground in a heap.
"You dare to betray your family? I saved you from an explosion, and yet this is how you repay me!" Wesker snarled as he got up and threw another punch. It connected, Micheal recovering quickly and slamming a knee into the blonde's crotch and then delivering a quick uppercut while he was doubled over. Albert recovered in midair, slamming his foot into the side of Micheal's head and leaving him in a daze. Images flashed before his eyes.
So naive I keep holding on
to what I want to believe.
I can see, but I keep holding on,
and on, and on, and on..
A lipless one eyed monster in black leather carrying a gatling gun and rocket launcher.
Nemesis...my brother...
Will you bite the hand that feeds you?
Will you stay down on your knees?
A woman with wavy auburn hair.
Program Alice...my sister...
Will you bite the hand that feeds you?
Will you stay down on your knees?
A woman in a blue tube top.
Jill Valentine...
Will you bite the hand that feeds you?
Will you stay down on your knees?
A man in an Umbrella combat suit.
Carlos Oliviera...
Will you bite the hand that feeds you?
Will you stay down on your knees?
A young curly haired girl with tears in her eyes.
Angela Ashford...
Will you bite the hand that feeds you?
Will you stay down on your knees?
A helicopter engulfed in flames.
Death...my death...
Will you bite the hand that feeds you?
Will you stay down on your knees?
A blonde clad in black, wearing black shades.
Albert Wesker...my enemy...
Will you bite the hand that feeds you?
Will you stay down on your knees?
His blonde angel in his dreams, crying.
Sara Hewitt...my love...
Will you bite the hand that feeds you?
Will you stay down on your knees?(1)
Micheal shook the daze from his head, his mind clear and full of his lost memories. He stared at the enraged blonde with growing rage in his heart. He grit his teeth and roared. "YOU LYING MOTHERFUCKER! YOU WERE USING ME! I NEVER WORKED FOR HCF AT ALL!" He bellowed, Wesker shocked by his outburst. He was too shocked to even avoid the hard punch delivered to his eye through his shades, breakign the glass. "I WAS PART OF THE ANTI-UMBRELLA MILITIA! YOU TOOK ADVANTAGE OF ME!" He screamed, tears flowing down from his eyes. He slammed a heel into Wesker's chest, sending him crashing through the limestone wall and down into the dark misty abyss below. Once the threat was gone, Micheal sank to his knees, staring at his hands.
Claire slowly crawled toward the black haired boy cautious of the power hiding within his normal boy appearance. "Clock?" She called.
"DON'T CALL ME THAT! I DON'T WANT TO BE REMINDED OF THAT SCUMBAG!" Micheal yelled. "I don't want to be reminded of how I was tricked by that evil man...he made me believe that there was nothing waiting for me...he took me away from Sara..." He said quietly. Claire's eyes widened.
"Micheal? Micheal Drake?" She realized out loud. He nodded his head. In his head he felt dirty. He was working for a company that was just as bad and maybe even worse than Umbrella. He had been tricked into abandoning the one person he truly cherished.
Every time he thought about Sara he could feel a bolt of anger and self hatred hit his chest. He promised her the one thing he was afraid to give anyone: Love. Now she was disenchanted by the fact that he couldn't remember who she was. He knew that now. Nothing mattered to him except Sara.
She was alone. Sure, maybe Alice and the others might be with her but when he couldn't remember who he was he could see that something was always on her mind. He was always on her mind, and now it killed him inside. Every second that she wasn't with him, his heart ached. He needed her, and as God, Buddha or whoever was watching as his witness, he was going to have her.
He got up, looking at Claire. "Sara is in the prison, isn't she?" He asked. Claire smiled and nodded, telling him that she'd be alright by herself. He smiled and nodded, givign her a quick hug before leaping high onto the stone walls, heading back to the Prison. He felt free for the first time since he woke from his coma. He knew his past, and he could remember the few days he had spent with the woman he loved in Raccoon City. He pumped his legs harder, his inhuman speed carrying him toward the prison all the more faster.
His mind tensed when he heard a familiar scream coming from the cemetery. Sara was high up in the air, held by the throat by Albert Wesker who looked absolutely livid. Like lightening he had lost control over his body again.
In his mind, Wesker was raging. He had lost one of his best assets because of this girl. He knew to be careful about her, and at this moment he regretted not killing her before. She choked as she clawed at his hands, crying tears of pain until a boot slammed into the side of his face causing him to stumble and release the British woman. He looked to his right and saw Micheal with his eyes blood red and hunched over, clenching and unclenching his fists. Before he could open his mouth, Micheal was in front of him and had slammed his fist into his face with a loud roar. He quickly recovered and slammed a foot into the side of Micheal's lower abdomen, sending him crashing into the red brick walls. Dust flew everywhere as the boy crashed into the wall, but made no sound of pain. Without a word Micheal got back up, unclipping his combat knife.
"I'm going to slit your stomach open this time. You stay the fuck away from her..." Micheal snarled, his voice more animalistic than human. Unlike the other times, he was in full control over what he was doing, and he knew why. With Sherry, he was enraged by her being molested, with the two nurses he was defending himself. With Sara and that long armed monster he was unconsciously protecting her. Sara watched as the now unmasked Micheal Drake materialized before the mysterious blonde and slammed the knife straight into his gut, spinning and kicking the hilt and driving it all the way in and making the blonde yell out in pain. Immediately after, Micheal grabbed the knife and pulled it out, using his left hand to grab the blonde's collar and fling him over the brick wall and down into the waters below. It'll take time for him to get back if he was looking for a fight again.
Once his adrenaline stopped pumping, his eyes no longer red and his breathing returned to normal, he turned to Sara. She was staring up at him with fearful eyes filled with tears. He half smiled and half frowned, kneeling down to wipe the tears away from her eyes. "I remember you..." He joked quietly. Sara's eyes widened.
"You're..." Micheal nodded and the two fell silent. Everything they needed to say was said through the silence between them. Sara gasped excitedly as she pulled her best friend into a bone crushing hug, the black haired boy returning the gesture. Finally, for the first time in six months, everything felt right again...
(End Chapter 12)
(1) Hand That Feeds - Nine Inch Nails.
A pretty short, concise chapter, but at least now the mystery of Micheal's past is revealed. Read and Review! PLEASE!