Tam: Are they upset at me?

Rebecca: Why would they be upset at you?

Tam: Cause no one reviewed…

Becca: (Pats Tam on the back) I'm sure they're just busy, they'll review eventually.

Tam: (Is sitting in a dark corner with depressed lines above head) Whatever…

Disclaimer: Oui, do I really look like I own anything…

Chpt. 14

Wesker rubbed his temples in pain as much as aggravation, he definitely hadn't expected them to pull that, speeding up yes, slowing down maybe, but stopping dead; not on his list of possibilities…

And to top that all off, he'd heard a grand thump when the van had stopped, accompanied by a bout of unconsciousness from his quarry, leaving him reeling in the dust, without anything to track.

I pigged out.

Oh I listened to what Billy had to say, and everything he had to say about Umbrella; and when it came down to it he asked me one question.

"Will you help us?"

It was a tough question, it could lead me so many different directions, including back to random cell A.

How was I gonna deal with this, should I tell him about myself; would he even except me because of what I am? It was so similar to my dilemma with Leon, to tell you the truth it was kind of weird.

But then again, I could get back at Umbrella.

How about I don't tell him and follow along on this anyways?

Sounds good to me.

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Several weeks passed by and before I knew it I had become just another member of the group, true I didn't get along with everyone, Jim tended to get on my nerves after awhile, he ran at the mouth more often then not.

Then again so could Cindy's can-do attitude…

But on the most part we all seamed to get along well, we each had are own reason for being a part of this group.

It basically ran on a don't ask/don't tell basis, though I did hear a few story's.

But enough of that, right now I've got crap to do, my weeks here haven't been idle; I put my gun experience to work, cleaning, fixing and adjusting, I'm starting to see why Barry taught my what he did while I was with them.

Barry… He was kind of like a uncle to me when I was there, always making sure that I kept up, teaching me new tricks and showing me the ropes of being a weapons expert…

I really miss them, most of the time I don't even think about it, I'm to busy cleaning, stocking weapons, or helping out.

But when I'm alone, I feel it.

I feel it like a ton of bricks on my chest, like a black hole that's trying to swallow my soul and leave a twisted, withered husk behind; I've felt this before, in the cell, and when I was treated like an outcast at school.

But I have a talisman against it, a single piece of jewelry given to me by my brother when I was like six, it was a large ring that my father had given him some family heirloom or something, and the only item that Umbrella had let me keep, it was made of twisted silver and barbed like a rose bush, it wasn't sharp nor was it anything remarkable, but to me it always stood for something, what I'm not sure, but I'll figure it out eventually.

But the comfort I get from it is bitter sweet…

As much as it reminds me of my brother, it also reminds me that I will never be able to go back, for all that I love him, he still hates everything that I am, regardless of wither or not he knows what I am.

But I will still always love him, he is the only brother I have, and the only family member who would understand anything.

I suppose after all it's not so bad, I mean everyone treats me like a little sister regardless of anything else, I am the youngest.

But it is getting harder to just sit here, you see Yoko, the Hacker of the group, locates Umbrella facilities on her computer through there data base, and they go out and destroy the potentially dangerous ones.

I'm not consider responsible enough to go with them, which sucks cause I want to blow things up…

What?

What? I'm still a teenager.

I got at least a year left, ten if you listening to the old man.

I sighed and got off the couch in my room, Billy is to cheap to spring for real beds so we sleep on couches, the floor, or egg crates if were lucky enough. Not to mention there wasn't a lot of space to work with, Billy isn't exactly a genius with finances to say the least.

No wonder he and Rebecca made such a good team, honestly Billy really should have asked her to run off with him, she would have. She sure loves him enough, but don't tell her that, Rebecca would flip out; god forbid you talk about her love life.

I mean honestly I love her to death, but she can be scary when she's angry…

Or as scary as a 19year old baby faced girl can be…

Such a scary picture doth it paint.

I stubbed my toe on the edge of the carpet and cursed are living quarters once more, call me pushy but damn it all, I am so butting in next time we move, he so doesn't know what to look for or how to find it.

The group had been gone for an hour now and it was getting close to dinner time, they would be back soon, so I had better start dinner.

Nothing fancy, stove top as per the usual but it was better then the heaps of fast food they had been eating before.

Thirty minuets, thirty minuets to go until they got back and nothing to occupy my mind, I hate it when this happens, when I was running from Wesker I at least had the option of focusing singularly on running from him but now I had nothing to run from.

Ok so id do, Wesker is still somewhere out there, and I know for a fact that he's still looking for me, I can feel his mind searching every once in awhile. It's usually to far off to actually sense me clearly, as if I'm a directional arrow instead of a glowing spot on a map which is all fine by me.

The first time I ran from Wesker I didn't know much about my powers and so they worked against me; rather then helping me gauge how far Wesker was from, me all my six sense did was throw me into alarm about how close he was, never mind that he didn't have to be very close at all thanks to the sensitivity of my sense's.

My panicking would draw his attention faster then anything else, and it probably had too, his little attempt at drugging me into submission hadn't gone nearly as well as he'd thought it would either.

In fact I have him to thank for giving me at least some control over my powers, apparently all I needed was a break from my powers to get a better grip, they had come back to me painfully slow, which was nerve racking on its own.

I was nearly pulling my hair at one point because I'd thought they'd never come back, not that I want them or anything...

They were just useful to have sometimes.

Like say when I was about to get hit by a car on my way home from the store one day.

I owe Kevin a lot by the way, cause he saved my life, not to mention I have only recently been able to do things as well as I did, the drug he'd used had really killed my motor skills…

Oh well.

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Wesker paced a crossed his work room, trying in vain to out pace his own thoughts.

That woman should not have gotten away in the first place, let alone should she be able to keep hidden.

It rattled his senses, the way she seemed to slip through his fingers time and time again, it was as if she was the personification of the wind, and his recent dreams hadn't been very helpful either; far to erotic for his taste, yet when he woke up in the morning his dreams didn't fade away with his morning drowsiness, oh no they stayed with him throughout the day, minuet after minuet, hour after hour, plaguing him until he went to bed, only to dream of her again, and awake the next day even worse.

He had heard of similar instances with test subjects slowly losing there minds over a small matter, perhaps he wasn't as stable as he'd though, he had better get his blood tested, something about the chemical levels in the blood would sometimes cause a Tyrant to obsess over something until death.

It was how Umbrella made the Nemesis series so loyal to there purpose; truly it was a rather primitive and close minded way to use the failed Tyrant subjects, yet Umbrella had always been very tight fisted, it was no surprise that they had squeezed the failed experiments for all that they were worth, before discarding them.

Well how'd did ye like it eh? Sorry I haven't updated in awhile, moving takes its toll please, not to mention that my computer died on me… So I have to rewrite this one from scratch.

Also, I don't think I've told ye that I don't have a beta reader, so if I get something wrong just let me know mk?