Author's Notes: Agh after the hurricane and the election then the Nor'Easter and now boyfriend drama! Not to mention college visits!? This is bad for a writer to be stressed. I also took the best shit of my life before posting this. Anyway onto my disclaimer. RE characters are still not mine. Only Anni is. R&R!

Chapter 3

Anna-Margaret Redfield.

2005. BSAA HQ Training Facility. Turf Field.

"Let's make this interesting." Chris said. "If I win, you come up with a plan regardless of what happened in your past."

"And when I win?" I asked smiling. Chris is such a hypocrite he should know better than to give such advice if he couldn't swallow his own pride and take his own advice. May e if I hit him hard enough he'll get the picture, or maybe become more retarded with the impact.

"I won't let you give up finding the truth about what had happened to you." He said.

"Fair enough." I said stretching my arms. "Let's get this party started shall we?"

Chris and I took out fighting stances. Chris held up only two fists. While I held my hands like a jaguar or some other vicious animal. I waited for his move.

Suddenly, my brother jolted towards me, I predicted he would release a vicious haymaker. But he didn't, only a soft punch came towards my head. I dodge it easily. I prepared myself to use my superhuman strength. He was being too soft. After I dodged his punch, I let down a hard elbow downward onto his head. He fell to the floor then I quickly moved away from him.

Chris had readjusted himself back to his feet then turned to face me.

"What was that!?" He yelled.

"You are too soft, Chris! Stop treating me like Claire or your girlfriend, Jill!"

He frowned deeply. Did I strike a nerve there? I was only trying to provoke you. I thought playfully.

"She's not my girlfriend!" He yelled charging me this time with much more force.

Poor big brother. You cannot let your emotions and anger get in the way when fighting someone. I thought.

His force brought a rush of wind. I blocked his first punch, then his second. When he was open, I kicked him in the stomach pushing him away.

I was fighting very defensively because I did not want to hurt Chris. If I pushed to hard, I could cause a broken bone or even kill him. I've seen my own strength. I could lift a car or even destroy a whole building if I really wanted to. I was worse then the monster Nemesis that Jill had told me about.

While I was deep in my thoughts, I was unable to realize that Chris hit me straight to the floor with his right hook. Chris' words broke my thoughts and the realization that if I did not move, Chris would call for my defeat. He looked down at me, upside down from my perspective. "What happened? Did I really hit you that hard?" He asked, half concerned.

I jolted upward. I sprung upward and threw a punch then a violent kick, letting my right leg swing high above my brother's head. He managed to dodge my kick grab it and hold it. I grunted from half painful grip, then swung my other leg upward cause in me to hit underneath his chin and doing ailron roll mid-sized then cartwheels effortlessly to land back on my feet a few inches away from him. Chris fell to the floor then stood up slowly. Then I used Chris' own move against him releasing a vicious haymaker. This causing him to spit blood and a nosebleed then finally flipping him over and sitting on his chest like a true champion. Chris grunted in pain and from being pinned down and the bloody nose.

It was both clear to us who the winner was. After Chris had coughed up more blood he turned his head to the side. "You win." He half-whimpered. I got off him due to his surrender.

He sat up and I sat next to him. Chris began to pinch his nose in order to stop the nosebleed. I gave Chris a handkerchief from my pocket. He nodded to thank me.

"So you know what this means kiddo?" Chris said.

I nodded. "I'll never give up. No matter the odds."

He smiled.

JFK Airport.

Claire Redfield.

Chris had said something about coming back to New York for Anni. His voicemail that he left was very vague. He said there was something he wanted me do to involving Anni and that I needed to see him in person.

I gave my ticket to the flight attendant. Then quickly boarded the plane. Chris, what are you planning?

Outskirts of Queens, NY.

Anna-Margaret Redfield.

After treating Chris' nosebleed and bleeding mouth, we decided to head home. Since all the DNA matched in the right places, Chris was accepting of me as his sister. He was more than willing to take care of me and let me live with him until I could get on my own feet. I was only seventeen after all. But when I turn eighteen, things could change. I tried not to think about that at the moment. So I decided to think about school. Tomorrow was Friday and I was sure I would receive my one week suspension for leaving school grounds. But, I had to stay in school especially if I planned on graduating early.

It was not the easiest decision but after talking with my teachers, my guidance counselor and with the help from the BSAA, I was to be accredited as a internship and college credit that will also count as high school social studies credit. This way, I had no social studies classes but double English, a math class and two science classes and a free period. I normally would leave after my last science class, eat lunch then take the train downtown to the BSAA headquarters.

There were times where I wish I made friends in school though. But a lot of the teenagers are rude, weird or just straight up perverted. I was just glad I got to finish early. One year of high school was pretty funny compared to most graduates who have twelve full years of grade school.

Surprisingly, I was very smart. I read books one level higher then my grade. It was mostly due to my work, I read so many articles and documents and pass mission files, I had to sit with a dictionary and a thesaurus on my desk within my cuticle. My grades were a A+ and my class rank was 15, I believe. I did not have honors classes and I was to receive a regular high school diploma with college credits.

My school life was perfect I guess. I just wish I had made some friends though.

"Kiddo?"

I let my thoughts wander outside the window of the car. I realized we were stuck in typical New York City traffic.

"Yeah?" I asked, jumping from my thoughts.

He chuckled looking at me for a moment then looking towards the road. "I asked you, what do you think of your new platoon?"

"They all seem pretty nice. I read some of there profiles. A lot are ex-military. Some are even here for internships for college. But honestly, they all are good obedient soldiers in training."

"But it's only the first day for them and you're second group in training."

"Yes, I'm aware of that."

"Fair enough." He stated.

The traffic slowly simmered down and before we knew it we were almost home.

"So what do you want for dinner? Do you want to make it or do you want me to?" Chris asked.

"Hm. Not really in the Betty Croker mood today. You can cook. I know I do not want soup and salad. Baked potatoes with steak? I'll do dishes."

"Potato fries instead?"

"Sure." I muttered.

I daydreamed as I remember first coming to Chris' house, which was now my house as well.

Our front door was a deep violet color that led us to a small foyer or semi-hallways. Which had the telephone in a small cubby or storage that was built into the stairs and where Chris kept his shoes. If you went straight, there was the small kitchen that had baby blue walls, reddish marble counters and brown cupboards and with all appliances. Then, the living room across from the kitchen. The walls were brown due to them being covered by wooden planks. It was quite a small living room, maybe it was because of the small green and white striped wing chair. A fireplace stood proudly in front of fireplace with a classic flatscreen above it. Then, below his flatscreen, and to the left and right, was Chris' Marksman trophies and rewards. On the wall, next to the sofa, was family pictures of Chris and Claire in their youth. Also, pictures from previous vacations before they found me. If you continued straight you would end up in the backyard. Then, if you went right from the living room, there was the dinning room that had a glass table with wooden black chairs. The walls were a soft sky blue and dark brown curtains hung in front of the window. If you went to the door adjacent to the dinning room, there was a bathroom and another door that led to the garage. In the foyer when you walked in, there was stairs to your left and a door leading to another bathroom. If you took a right, that what Chris' bedroom, the master bedroom with a full closet and bathroom. Chris had a big bed and his room was surprisingly very clean, due to Chris' OCD about having a clean room. Chris had green walls in his room. His sheets were white expect for his brown cover blanket or comforter. His flatscreen was against the wall above his brown wooden dresser, where his xbox and dvd player stood on top of it. Instead of going right, if you went upstairs there were to more bedrooms. One was a guest bedroom with a window on your right and directly in front of you. The guest bed had a sheet with a blanket folded and a pillow that was above it. There was a smaller flat screen on one of the dressers at the foot of the bed. Finally, the other bedroom was my room. My room had a rose colored themed wallpaper with a small whiteboard on my left for reminders and a small qorkboard on the furthest wall, for pictures of me and family. I had only a handful of pictures that were recent. My bed was red-orange and had a bright pink and dark green fabric comforter. To my left was my dresser and flatscreen above it. Chris had given me a new Xbox with some games that laid on top of my dresser. Then, I had my own walk in closet that had only a little bit of clothes since I had just been found.

"Do we need to clean the house again?" I yelled from my room.

"No." Chris said. "It smells fine."

"No! Chris, I mean clean the house!" I yelled.

"Oh. No." I heard a soft chuckle from downstairs.

I decided to play some Xbox for a little while.

I heard a shuffling sound downstairs. It had sounded like Chris had opened the door. I thought it was to get the mail until I heard him call me.

"Anni!" Chris yelled. "Come downstairs!"

I got up quickly alarmed by Chris' voice. I ran into the hallway then the first of my steps downward. I was faced with that 'familiar' face.

"Claire?"

Author's notes: Wow another chapter finished! This is so much fun. I've never finished a full story before so hopefully I can with this one! It's not over yet though. I have a feeling this story will be like 20+ Chapters because a lot is going on in this book. For example this chapter! Sorry for the cliffhanger, but it seems like a great way to introduce characters and create suspense. Dun-dun-dun! It seems Anni's motives and goals are pretty clear in this chapter. I also thought it would be cute to show Anni & Chris and how they get along. It seems he really is learning to love and care about her, regardless of what happens! I also tried to be descriptive about the house and what was going on. What about Claire though? How Wil you react to their interactions? Find out in the next chapter silly! Hope your enjoying this(: R&R!