Author's Note: Another chappie here, second and last prologue. I'm introducing a few surprise characters here and I revealed information I wanted to keep secret quite openly, so that you get a first idea of who they are. A few chapters in, we'll know who they are. Now, on to the read!^^

Disclaimer: Usual.

Prologue II

Hunters

He had waited long enough. It was time to move.

Despite having no leads to go after his target, he was sure that it was the right time to take action. At least his name was, although not so praised, still well-known across the world, so with the right sources and a stable pace, he was sure he'd stumble across him in no time. He wouldn't be easy to find, since the public had accepted he was dead and gone for years to come, but he would nevertheless find the man who was his brother in everything except blood: Albert Wesker, a man who was supposed to be dead but in reality wasn't. He knew of his couple of deaths and rebirths, given what he was made of, and tracking him down was the most important thing to do at the moment. There were others, his companions, who were also looking for him, that were expectant to see one of the vile Umbrella's leftovers turned into the greatest beings in history.

But he expected otherwise. He expected to see him human, to see someone who he could remember to have escaped unharmed from the horrors in his life. Spencer, with his idealistic dreams of a new race of humans, had created monsters, aberrations; as he looked at his hands, he considered himself to be one of them. Of course, it was all very different when it came to Wesker. For some reason, he had been the most trusted of the project, having been granted privileges the others hadn't. He wasn't marked with his subject number, he was given more time to adapt to who and what he was; in short, he was special. He chuckled at the thought of the relationship between Wesker and Spencer careening on a father-and-son sort. It was obnoxious, an opinion even Wesker would share.

Every child of the project was destined to seek Spencer out at some point in their life, but not many of them had reached their goal. Hundreds had died along the way because of one simple cause: themselves. They had been selected because of their genes, of their superior intellect, but when the selective phase was started, not many of them could fight against the side effects and perished. First their families were torn apart, then them. Whether aware or not, it was impossible to escape the memories that would resurface in the most unexpected of moments, whether they were in the back of your mind or not.

His own memories had also resurfaced, had haunted him even in his dreams, in his daily life. And it was impossible to lock them back in the chest where they belonged.

Jake had known many of his friends that had died without remedy. Their deaths had come suddenly, harshly, but they were not unexpected. Jake himself had survived because of some miracle, so had his most trusted companions -amongst them his girlfriend-, and now they were living every minute of their lives to the extreme, knowing that it would be over for them sooner than later. It was because of that reason that Jake had to find Wesker, so that he could warn him of dangers he wasn't aware of. He was sure that Wesker had already found Spencer, had found whatever pieces of the truth the old man had revealed to him, but there were doors that hadn't been opened yet.

Jake glanced downwards with a feeble smile. Wesker's feats had not gone by unnoticed by them. Garrett, another of his brothers in everything except blood, had always considered Wesker a mentor, an example to lead, but living life as a man shaped by someone else was despicable, even if you believed that was your true essence. Both Garrett and Jake felt compelled to look for him, see him again even if the result would be nothing but rejection; the sight would be worth it. And despite having lived in the shadows for years on end, they knew they would find him.

All of a sudden, a comforting hand fell upon his shoulder, making him jump, and a soft voice brought him out of his reverie. "Why so lonely?"

He felt her sit by his side, in eternal darkness. Her fragrance reached his nostrils, keeping him aware of her presence. Luckily, she still wasn't gone. "I don't know, really. You know I don't notice people coming or going."

"You should've known by the silence," she said, chipper, "but it's alright. What's bothering you, Jake?"

Jake sighed, frowning. "Don't call me that."

"Then what should I call you, hm?" she asked back, suddenly snappy. "You don't want us to use your experiment name, you don't want us to use your real one. Look at Garrett, look at me; we-"

Jake raised his hands with a hiss, impatient and annoyed. "Okay, okay... Use my real one, it's alright. I'm just not used to it, really." He sighed. "Lara, we have to find him." Jake left his hand hovering above his knee, and he soon felt Lara's hand clutching it kindly.

"He's one of us. The only one that's accomplished even more than us," she said, wistful.

"He's the only one Spencer 'spared', after all," came another voice from behind them. Jake recognized it as Garrett's, a young and vibrant British voice. "He was left at his leisure. I can't believe I'm actually feeling envious of him when we ourselves have qualities no other could've matched."

Jake sighed. "It's our chance this time. I'm sure he doesn't know he's dying. His time will come soon, too."

"We don't have much left either, Jake," said Lara, her tone crestfallen. Oh, how he wished he could see her... "It was written into the serum. No matter how we try to keep ourselves alive, we're slowly dying every day."

Garrett sighed. "At least we could warn him. If he's still taking it-"

"It doesn't matter if he takes it or not," Jake snapped. "He's surely taken more than enough doses, given it's two a day, and even if he stopped... he's going to kick it soon, too. But..."

Judging by how comfortable it felt being by Lara, Jake knew she had smiled. "You still have to look for him, right?" Jake, hesitant, nodded. "Then we'll help you. We're still alive, after all."

Jake smiled. "Thanks... a lot."

Then it was Garrett's hand upon his shoulder. "Of course! I still remember him as quite the sod, but he's worth our time. I heard your niece was with him."

Jake's head perked up. "My... niece? She's... she's still alive?" He couldn't believe his ears: after all that happened over the years, she was still alive? With him? It was impossible to hold back the joy. Jake grinned.

"She is, Jake, and healthier than ever, so I've heard," Garrett spoke, firm and positive. "Two at the price of one, don't you think?"

He had to see her.

Time to hunt.

A/N: Aha! See what I told you? Let's see what impression you got from this xD

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