Tam: REVIEWS! Oh i'm so inspired by this outpour of support that, I decide to write another chapter! (Authoress proceeds to dance drunkenly around the room while laughing insanely.)

Leon: 0o, who gave her sugar?

Chris: I'm not sure but I think we had better run before she decides to force us into the plotline.

Leon: I would probably agree with you on that but…

Chris: But what?

Leon: She's got Clair.

Chris: (Dead pans) You have got to be kidding me.

Tam: (In what can only be described as a self satisfied purr) Oh but he's not.

Leon/Chris: OO

Disclaimer: Want, I do. Own, I don't. Plotting, I am. Get, I will.

A/N: Question and answer section will be at the end of the chp.

Also (Random Number) will also be explained at the end of this chapter.

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People have many different ways of thinking…

I am not in any way an exception.

Wesker, Mr. Frosty blonde haired bustard was actually named; had not come to save me from my little cell as any hair brain could figure out.

# FLASH BACK THINGY#

"I trust you know i'm not here for a polite visit," Wesker said condescendingly.

" OH, and hear I thought you'd stop by for a cup o tea" I thru back at him.

" I do believe it's high time you learned your place," Wesker said coldly," I didn't steal you from Umbrella for your entertainment value, listen closely because I wont repeat myself. You are an investment, you continue to exist for one sole reason, and that is the prototype virus that flows through your veins. Now you may be wondering why we didn't just take a sample of your blood, to explain that I would have to use terms that you probably couldn't comprehend ……

This is the point he started to explain something about my blood composition and the viruses genetic make-up and all that good stuff, and I actually understood most of what he was telling me, but I wont bother to repeat it because its in big words and long fraises.

The just of it was that he was keeping me alive as an incubator basically, apparently the virus couldn't live away from my body, for reasons unknown to them, (which means the hadn't really found out why) and the only real reason they'd bothered to drag me out of the umbrella facility with them was because they hadn't had time to take a sample of my blood. And according to what he said it had been dumb luck that they'd dragged me along at all.

# ENDY THE FLASH BACK NESS#

And as I lay there starring at the ceiling of my newest prison cell, (which mind you was actually rather nice apartment, but we wont tell anyone else that) I let my mind wander a bit, according to Wesker had told me, I knew the only way they'd get a viable sample was if they took a piece of living tissue.

Either way it sucked, because taking a piece of living tissue meant they'd have to cut into me, which in turn would happen with out anesthetic because, apparently according to Wesker it could very well kill me. Apparently we of the non-human variety have yet to find out what were allergic to, or I haven't at least, apparently they wont risk testing it out.

Go figure why.

They can go kiss this only viable samples ass, yes you heard me correctly, and I am far from happy.

Anyways, according to the 'all knowing' Albert Wesker, (note the sarcasm) I was going to be removed from the cell and moved to another location, one closer to people apparently. I deduced that in like two seconds, there are two people guarding me at this current point in time.

Mr. Scar dude, (yes I gave him that name, come on honestly like id know who these two are) (1) and Bug kid, (2) (apparently he could talk to bugs cause all the bugs in the room seemed to congregate around him don't ask me why).

Scar dude, sat by the door intent on glaring the world into destruction, while bug kid sat by the window.

The two of them couldn't be more different, Scar dude was tall and muscular, proudly showing a massive scar that ran down the side of his face, tanned and fit he kind of reminded me of a body builder gone wrong; While Bug kid was thin, about average height and pale, as if he spent more time out of the sun then in it.

I could even tell that their personalities were different.

Bug was obviously shy, ever once in awhile he would throw a glance my direction, as if he were afraid id bite him for starring, while Scar just didn't care, he sat, and sat, and sat, and hey he twitched, and sat….

I could understand why Wesker asked them to watch me thou, as covert as Wesker was about being, well not human these two could take a lesson.

It was odvios, to me if not them, they weren't human.

Bug looked at me again.

Scar twitched.

This was defiantly working out better then id hoped.

You see, while I've been here reminiscing I've slowly been putting my plan to work.

What plan you ask? Why my escape plan of course!

Did you honestly think I hadn't cooked up a scheme to get out of this?

And you call yourself my imaginary audience.

After a few more looks and twitches I decide to go in to faze two.

Twitch.

Look.

"I have to pee," I calmly stated.

Scar groans, Bug blushes.

I stand up.

They stare. I do the potty dance like a five year old. Needless to say they let me go to the bathroom.

For a mans bathroom it was kept rather clean, apparently someone made an effort, and my moneys on Bugsy. (Hey I gave him a nickname)

So I waited a minuet or so, and flushed the unused toilet. Another few seconds and I turned on the faucet, but rather then wash my hands I bent down and open the cupboard under the sink.

Bingo, exactly what I was looking for.

It was a mans bathroom after all, regardless of the fact that they weren't human, all males are the same, gross, but the same; well on a basic level anyways (3).

I used the bottle of hand lotion (ICK, ICK, ICK) to lubricate the sides of the window (4)

And push the window as open as you can get it. I put the lotion back, being the kind person that I am, and analyze the window (mind you this happens in a matter of seconds cause if it took to long they'd be wise to her plan).

I sigh a lift my hands to eye level.

There cuffed which means this wont be easy, I would remedy the cuffs but that would mean wasting more valuable time.

The window is thin, about 17in. wide and 19in. tall.

This is going to be a tight fit.

I just hope my body will be able to take the impact of my fall; which is like three stories.

With one last prayer to whatever is up there, I use my old gymnastic skills to wiggle my way towards freedom.

Just as my hips pass the sill (I'm slipping out feet first), the doorknob does a little jig, and turns ever so slowly, so naturally I wiggle faster.

The knob stops turning, and gets jiggled again with more force this time, but because its lock (like id forget to do that in a place full of men) I have a few precious seconds more to wiggle free.

Lo and behold my chest gets stuck. The handle gets wrenched and I see Bugsy for all his helpless appearance isn't at all weak.

I start to slip free, but as I begin to free fall Bugsy grabs my arms, nearly pulling them from their sockets.

"You don't want to do this trust me" Bugsy says through gasps of pain, apparently he's have more trouble with the window then I did.

I did what came naturally; I flipped my feet up and felt them hit solidly against his chest, and as easy as that I'm free.

Only one problem thou, I'm falling backwards.

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Q AND A

Ok this is were I answer you reviews and/or questions, and ask a few of my own.

Kicho101: For that answer, I don't believe Leon actually has any siblings according to the books (if i'm not mistaken) Leon is an only child.

Almighty authors notes

And (2): Please, Please let some one recognize these two, come on the scar, the bugs.

I have an older brother I know.

One of those slidy window you know, the one's I always worried are going to fall on the back of my head a kill me if i'm not careful.