A/N: Ok this may get slightly confusing, but the character I'm about to introduce is from an RP I do on an RE forum. She's basically the complete opposite of Alex. I thought it might be cute to throw her in there. I'm not sure how long she's going to stay though.

Sorry for the long wait, somehow I accidentally deleted the entire chapter. I had to rewrite it…sorry…

HCF Camp…

And so our happy survivors return to camp, though I must say they don't seem as happy as they should considering they just voted off the thong wearing South American. A quick background check cleared up the whole Cuban thing. Anyway, getting back to the matter at hand.

The Survivors are not as happy as they should be because they now know that anyone they vote off will wind up deciding who will win the million dollars. This means that all the scheming and plotting must be done in secret. Of course with this group you can be relatively sure that nothing will be kept a secret for more than five minutes.

"What do you mean you voted for me!" Billy looks completely and utterly astonished, can't say I blame him. "We are supposed to have an alliance!"

"Well who else was I going to vote for?" Rebecca rolled her eyes. "Besides, you got your ass handed to you by Marcus and he's even cuter than you!"

While we hear the audible clunk of Billy's jaw hitting the ground, Rebecca spins around and saunters over to the campfire to join Marcus and Morpheus. Incidentally, Rebecca managed to keep her vote a secret for a full twenty minutes…

On the Beach…

Wesker seems to be a bit out of sorts this morning. It could be because he's still bruised up from the stoning yesterday, but it more than likely has something to do with the mouse incident at last night's tribal council. Next time he saw Alexandra he would definitely have to have a little 'talk' with her about exposing family secrets.

The survivors stepped onto the beach to find Wesker deep in thought and forgoing his usual evil laugh fest. This only made them worry more than usual. They assumed that he was dreaming up new and painful ways of torturing them. Unknown to them, he was merely thinking up new and painful ways of torturing his baby sister. After another ten minutes of thought Wesker finally spoke.

"What a beautiful day for an immunity challenge."

There were several mumblings about wanting to kill the host and someone even mentioned sending out for a hit man.

"Now, now, I'm sure everyone is simply going to love this immunity challenge." Wesker grinned evilly, while Bob squeaked his approval. "Now then, follow me."

Meanwhile…in the dense foliage…

A small figure crept lightly through the undergrowth, following Wesker and the survivors toward the immunity challenge set up further down the beach. The figure kept themselves hidden lest the cameras or their prey spot them. The figure in question appears to be a young woman, dressed in black combat fatigues, a black psuedo-turtleneck, and black combat boots. A pair of dark sunglasses sit perched on her nose, hiding her eyes. Her hair is almost bleach blonde, short, and slicked back. In her hand she's carrying a .50 caliber Desert Eagle magnum, an MP-5 is slung over her shoulder, and a 9 mm berretta is tucked into the front of her pants. Whatever she's hunting she appears to be ready to kill it with extreme prejudice.

As the survivors on the beach come to a halt in front of a massive cage, at least twice the size of the R.P.D. lobby, the woman edges toward the beach…

Meanwhile…in the tree…

Chris edged a bit further out on the branch, trying to catch a glimpse of the figure hiding in the dense foliage near the beach. Below him, everyone else was having lunch.

"I'm getting sick of bananas." Claire moaned, peeling her snack. "Aren't there any bats or giant T-Virus infected moths left?"

"Afraid not." Annette was busy peeling her own banana. "We ate the last of the moths two nights ago and the bats ran out four nights ago."

"Just eat the damn banana and be thankful." Leon growled, wrestling with a coconut. "At least you can get into your dinner."

Meanwhile…back on the beach…

Wesker was finally staring to feel more like his evil self, now that the survivors had seen the newest immunity challenge. His evil joy was only going to escalate once they found out exactly what it was they had to do. All in all it was turning into a fine day for our host. Unfortunately that was about to change in roughly four seconds…

…4...

"Alright, you guys are simply going to love this."

…3...

The survivors glanced at one another, perhaps thinking that this would be the last time they would be seeing each other alive.

…2...

"Aw, come on, it's not going to be that bad." Wesker's grinned broadened. "Don't you trust me?"

…1...

Just at as the entire tribe was about to collectively inform the host that NO they didn't trust him, a loud gunshot echoed across the beach. Everyone present froze like a deer in the headlights as three more shots echoed. Wesker was the first one to speak on the situation.

"Holy shit!"

Ok, now Wesker freaking out did nothing to help the contestants feel any better so what happened next was not exactly surprising. Everyone present took off running. Suddenly the sound of automatic fire filled the beach, which only made everyone on said beach panic further.

"Ack! Hold still you blonde bimbo!" A female voice shouted from the foliage. "How the hell am I supposed to shoot you?"

Alfred let out a high pitched scream and dove behind a nearby boulder.

"I'm not trying to shoot you Alfred!" The voice yelled, sounding rather sympathetic. "I'm trying to shoot Albert damn it!"

Now this exceptionally loud proclamation caused the entire tribe to come to a skidding halt and turn their faces toward Wesker, who just happened to be hiding behind a boulder at the moment looking confused. The tribe then looked at one another, perhaps trying to deicide how best to assist the young person in the bushes with the demise of the host. However before they could come up with a proper plan Wesker leapt from his hiding place and sped off toward the foliage.

"YOU HURT BOB!" He screamed diving into the dense shrubbery in pursuit of the elusive suspect. "I'M GONNA KILL YOU!"

The tribe turned to look behind the bolder and low and behold there was poor little Bob, bleeding quite badly at the moment. Marcus glanced at Rebecca and they both hurried over to see if anything could be done. Meanwhile a young woman came flying through the air and landed at Brad's feet. The woman coughed a bit and lifted her head. There was an audible gasp from everyone assembled. The reason for this being that the young woman had lost her sunglasses somewhere and without them the tribe could get an excellent look at her face. The short haired blonde was none other than Alexandra Wesker…

"Owww…" She stumbled to her feet and brushed a bit of sand from the front of her shirt. "He gets so pissy sometimes, all over a stupid leech too."

Seconds later, as everyone stood looking confused, Wesker came crashing out of the brush.

"Alexandra you are so dead!"

Then from the tree came this reply…

"What the hell are you talking about!" Alex sounded a bit pissed at this point. "I'm still in the tree you beeping moron!"

Now this loud declaration only caused more confusion to the poor people assembled, with the exception of the Alexandra look alike who was busy brushing sand from her combat uniform. Brad was the first to speak.

"I'm confused."

"You aren't the only one." Jill glanced first at the girl in front of them then at Wesker. "She looks just like Alex."

"Well I should." The girl reached down and flicked sand off of her sunglasses before sliding them on. "I am Albert's sister."

Meanwhile in the Tree…

"What did she just say?" Ada asked, trying to get a better look at the beach. "Did she just say she was Wesker's sister?"

"Yea, she did." Yoko inches out a bit farther on her branch, also trying to get a better look at the beach. "How many sisters does he have anyway?"

"Alexandra, what…" Nicholai turns toward the branch where Alex was sitting, then does a double take. "Where the hell did she go?"

"I don't know, but Chris is gone too." Alyssa smirks. "Good riddance too!"

"My but things are becoming interesting." Birkin is busy taking notes…again. "I wonder what is going to happen next!"

Why don't we head back to beach to find out!

Meanwhile, back on the beach…

While everyone present stares at one another with looks of confusion, Alex and Chris show up. The looks of confusion get worse…

"Well, well, well…Ice." Alex walks over to her double. "Why and the hell are you here?"

"Oh just trying to kill Albert." Ice smirks a bit. "What are you doing here?"

"I was invited." Alex crosses her arms. "And here I thought you came to see Brad."

"Brad!" Ice looks around frantically. "Where!"

Alex points to Brad, who just happens to be standing right behind Ice. Ice lets out a squeal of joy and throws her arms around Brad's neck.

"My little snuggle cakes." She croons, kissing him. "I missed you!"

Can I just say that the looks of confusion have reached the point where trying to describe them would become impossible. Even Wesker has no idea what's going on. Though it seems that Alexandra certainly does.

"Alex, just who is this girl?" Chris looks from Ice to Alexandra, then back again.

"Personally I'd like to know why she looks just like you?" Rebecca asks.

"Wait, isn't Ice supposed to be Hunk's mother?" Morpheus asks.

"But why the hell is she swooning over Brad?" Billy asks.

"And why did she sound so sympathetic when Alfred thought she was shooting at him?" Marcus asks.

"starrsss…"

Translation: Why does she want to kill Wesker?

"Does she work for Umbrella or is she a good guy?" Alexia asks.

"How did you get out of the tree?" Alfred asks.

At this question everyone just sort of gives him a funny look. In the meantime Ice continues to cover Brad with kisses.

"I'll give you the short answer." Alex takes a deep breath. "Ice is Albert's site, real name Christina Ann Wesker. She works for Umbrella on Team Biohazard. Yes Ice is Hunk's mother, but this is a different Ice. Ice looks exactly like me, but with shorter hair, because she is me…in a sense. Ice is what would have happened had I gone a bit insane instead of joining S.T.A.R.S. She's a what if character. The polar opposite of my own personality. She's swooning over Brad because they were engaged before Raccoon City went to hell. She was sympathetic to Alfred because they were married at one time. She wants to kill Albert because she blames him for Alfred's death. We made a rope out of some extra clothing, that's why Chris doesn't have a shirt on."

Alex finishes her speech panting. I mean damn that was a long thing to be saying on a single breath.

"That was the short answer?" Wesker shakes his head. "Whatever, just keep her occupied while I administer the immunity challenge."

There is a universal groan among the assembled survivors. I think they were hoping Wesker would forget about that, with everything going on.

"Now then everyone is going to climb into the cage. Last one standing wins immunity. Brad I need that pendant back."

Brad manages to break away from Ice long enough to hand him the pendant, it takes the combined efforts of Alex and Chris to finally pull her off of him so he can proceed with the immunity challenge. Everyone lets out a long sigh and trudges into the cage. On the way by Marcus plops Bob into Wesker's hand, a thoroughly bandaged but none the less alive Bob I might add. Wesker shoves Bob onto his head and locks the cage door, smiling evilly.

"Use any means necessary to stay alive and/or conscious. Oh and I forgot to mention the Chimeras that we are throwing into the cage as well."

As if on cue, because it is, a large crane drops a dozen pissed of Chimeras into the cage through the opening in the top. The top hatch is quickly closed and locked.

"Let the screaming begin!"

Wesker plops down in his lawn chair, grabbing a beer.Alex and Chris somehow manage to restrain Ice from running into the cage to defend her beloved Brad, while in the meantime the contestants freak out.

"I'm going to die!" Brad screams trying to hide behind Jill. "They're going to eat me!"

Jill is busy having a fist fight with Alexia. Nemmy and Morpheus are going at it like a couple of drunks. Marcus is currently beating the shit out of Billy, despite the assistance from Billy's pet Hunter. Alfred is running from both Rebecca and two Chimera, that apparently like his perfume…creepy.

"That's it!"

Rebecca rips of her clothes and goes to work on Alfred with the whip, he is unconscious in three seconds. Ice does not appear pleased with this outcome.

"Leave my husband alone you beeping beepedy beep BEEP!"

Alex just rolls her eyes and continues to hold Ice back, Chris is a bit freaked out at this point in time. Meanwhile Jill finally gains the upper hand on Alexia and tosses the screaming woman into the path of five Chimera, she's unconscious within five seconds. Marcus delivers a well placed kick to Billy's jaw, which sends him flying into his Hunter, the two of them then crash into Brad, and the entire little group crashes into the side of the cage. The three of them hit the ground unconscious. This leaves only Rebecca, Nemmy, Jill, Morpheus, and Marcus standing.

"AHHH!" Morpheus lets out a blood curdling scream and reaches toward it's head. "You ruined my hair!"

Indeed Nemmy had, how or why the seven foot B.O.W. was carrying a pair of scissors is probably a question better left unanswered. Outside the cage Wesker is laughing his ass off at Morpheus' misfortune, poor tyrant thing lost like eight inches of hair and all, while Ice is swearing to rip Marcus to shreds and eat him for injuring her poor little snuggle cakes. For those of you not paying attention that would be Brad.

"I cut his heart out with a spoon!" Ice screeches.

Back inside the cage, Rebecca is reeking havoc with her whip. So far she's knocked out three Chimera, in addition to poor Alfred, and now has her sights set on Jill. Jill takes off like a jack rabbit on crack and ducks behind Marcus. In the other corner Morpheus has completely lost it's mind and is currently banging and unconscious Nemmy's head into the side of the cage.

"That will teach you to screw with my hair you overgrown moron!"

Rebecca does a flying leap over Marcus and brings her whip crashing down on Jill's head.

"Pretty birdie…" Jill stammers before hitting the ground.

Seizing the opportunity Marcus clothes lines Rebecca as she attempts to run toward Morpheus. Rebecca is out before she hits the ground.

"Oh that had to hurt." Wesker takes another swig of beer. "Only Morpheus and Marcus left."

While Morpheus is still busy beating up the already unconscious Nemmy, Marcus sneaks up behind it and bashes it in the head with Rebecca's whip.

"Game over!"

Wesker pulls himself out of his chair and unlocks the cage door. The remaining Chimera, nine in all, rush out heading straight for Chris and Alex. Both of them glance at each other, release Ice, and take off for the tree.

"RUN AWAY…RUN AWAY…RUN AWAY…" They scream in unison.

Wesker hands the pendant to Marcus, then turns to deal with Ice. However she has disappeared in the commotion. Somehow Wesker does not feel this is a good thing.

"I'll see everyone tonight at tribal council."

Wesker then scuttles off looking for a place to lay low…

Next Time on Survivor…

Who has become obsolete?

Cast your votes!

A/N: Wow, another long chapter. Well I hope everyone liked it, again sorry for the delay. And no, I'm not sure if Ice will remain on the island or not. I have not yet decided.

Now, who are you going to vote off, you can vote for anyone even Marcus. You're choices are:

Nemmy, Alfred, Alexia, Morpheus, Marcus, Billy, Brad, Jill, and Rebecca.

Cast your votes today!