Author's Notes: Capcom owns Resident Evil and it's characters. I only own my OC, Anni. Positive and negative feedback welcomed. Onto the story!

Chapter 4

April 6th, 2005. Chris' Place.

Anna-Margaret Redfield.

"Claire?" I asked, dumbfounded.

My sister. A few short weeks, I was adjusting to getting to know the real Chris. Now I am getting a chance to get to know the real Claire. And here she was standing before me in the flesh. I just hoped I did not make an idiot of myself not did she reject me.

"My god.." She breathed. "You look just like Mom."

I looked down to her from the top of the steps. Then I slowly made my way down. As if I was trying to preserve the silence. After reaching the final step, I extended my arm outward towards her. Her arm met me halfway. As she was quick enough to snatch me into her skinny frame. I had not once looked at Claire's face, only her biker boots. I had heard her whimper softly into my hair. She was crying. Suddenly, she muttered something through her cries.

"She's so beautiful!" Claire repeated. Her compliment hit me in the face. I was definitely not expecting that.

"Um. Thank you." I said holding Claire as she cried. She was a little bit taller than me but when she held onto me she simply arched downward onto me.

"Claire, I thought tough girls like you don't cry." Chris chuckled.

"Shut up, Chris!" She said her voice returning to a high demanding woman's voice. "I just have something in my eye." She had stood straight upward rubbing her right eye with her right hand. I looked up at Claire observing her. The Claire I knew had long brown hair and often wore it in a high ponytail. The Claire I was looking at had red hair. Her ponytail was the only thing assuring me that she was my sister from the false memories. Claire had big blue eyes, like mine, only hers were running with mascara and red rings due to her crying. She appeared to be in her mid-twenties.

I felt Chris smack his hand on my back.

"Ow! Chris!" I said.

"Hey Claire! Don't be a stranger! Come have dinner with us." Chris smiled.

She nodded and took off her shoes and proceeded into the kitchen.

"Oh god. It smells so good in here." Claire smiled and took a seat on top of one of the counters.

"It's steak and potato fries." I muttered. "Chris made it. I did the dishes."

She giggled. I forgot how contagious her laughter was. "Don't you mean french fries?"

"What makes them French?" I asked.

"Well.. I-" Claire stopped and thought to herself. "I don't know."

"So therefore chopped fried potatoes shall be called potato fries." I smiled leaning on the kitchen island as Claire sat across from me in one of the chairs.

"I like the way you think." She smiled. "Come sit next to me sweetie."

"No." I smirked and sat next to her.

Chris rolled his eyes at me. "You know most two year olds go through a 'No' phase. Grow up."

"No." I smiled.

Claire turned towards me. "So, Anna.."

"Just call me Anni." I said.

"Anni.. What is this like for you? I mean, how are you handling everything? Is it weird at all?"

"Well.. It is weird because everything is not what I thought or knew. I was given fake memories. All I really know, is my mom and dad are actually dead. My brother now works for the Bioterrorism Security Assessment Alliance because of a outbreak of zombies in a mansion back in Raccoon City." I said flatly. "How else do you expect me to act? I will be fine. I guess, but it is so much to take in."

She only nodded.

"What do you do now Claire? I know, from my fake memories, that you went to college. Did you ever finish?"

"Yeah.. I did after dropping out. Back in 1998, I went after Chris to find out what he was up to in Raccoon City. I found myself caught up in the Raccoon City Incident. I had to drop out in the middle of my sophomore year to look for him. After he found me in Antarctica, I enrolled back in and realized I wanted to do something else. I wanted to help people, mostly victims. I received my degree in psychology and therapy. I worked for Child Protective Services for a while. Shortly before you were found, I stumbled upon a different organization, much more what I had wanted to do. I now work for TerraSave. TerraSave is almost like the BSAA, only we are a non-government funded group. We mostly rescue then help victims cope with tragedies and feelings."

I could only nod. I'm glad someone saw to those responses, maybe Claire was someone I could really vent to now and in the future, help me cope with my situitation.

The room got really quiet. It felt longer than it actually was. The silence was broken, from Chris' muttering of curses. Then, the smell hit us. The steak almost burned. Luckily, Chris was able to save it.

"Who's hungry?" Chris asked, enthusiastically.

May 7th, 2005.

Our position reminded me of when I had first met Claire. Only this time our exchange in glances were dimmed when Chris finally broke the silence.

"Miss Anna-Margaret skipped eighth, ninth, tenth, eleven and twelfth period today. No sign out, no call and broken windows mysteriously shattering during her speech."

"Seriously." Claire glared angrily at me then to Chris. "Chris, that's why you told me I should get on the next flight and come here? Chris! This is the fourth family emergency call you have made to me within this year alone! Does my job in Terrasave mean nothing to you!? I was about to board a plane to India and you call me for Anni's punishment!?"

I stiffened a giggle. As Claire yelled at Chris, Chris's form slowly began to shrink while Claire's became bigger than the real elephant in theroom, at least for a second.

"Don't think you've gotten off easy this time, kiddo! You're shit's in a fix too!" Claire turned and bent to my small frame and yelled agressively. Chris was right, Claire was scary when she's pissed.

"If I have to come back to New York before your birthday, so help me I will bury you and your brother under my patio without so much as a fair warning! Understand!?" She screamed to both of us, we both stood next to each other afraid of the fiery red-head.

"I'm sorry, Claire. I just wanted you to talk to Anni. I figured I can't really talk to her the way you do, sis, girl talk, you know? She's been different lately, it worries me that she's been cutting school so often."

Claire looked to me, then to Chris. She finally threw her jacket onto the coat hanger and took of her comfortable sneakers. "Let's just eat, I feel a migraine coming on."

"I'll take your luggage upstairs." I offered. She handed me her bag and I quickly went into the guest bedroom and plopped Claire's suitcase onto her bed. I turned and ran back down to the kitchen stairwell.

I looked to the grill outside then asked. "Where's the succulent smell of steak?"

"Forgot to go shopping on the way home. We're having French onion soup and spinach salad tonight." Chris smiled, creepily.

Jerk. Chris must have really meant what he said about punishment. Bad things come in threes.

As we ate dinner and enjoyed each other's company, I smiled as Chris and Claire shared their memories of when they were children. They said they would play in the backyard in a treehouse. Chris and his father spent an entire weekend building it and after he and mom passed away, Chris moved the treehouse to his new home, here. Chris also explained how this house was a small shack. He had fixed it up himself. I was surprised that he can build a house and that it was not a log cabin. I assumed this because of Chris' obsessive hunting.

"Claire, how long are you going to stay with us?" I asked.

We had ended up in the living room watching tv and having few conversations in between. It was nice as long as we avoided the elephant in the room.

"I can only stay until the end of this weekend, then I have to go back to work in D.C.." She said.

"Oh." I said.

"Why did you choose to live so far away?" Chris asked.

Claire sighed. "Location was not a choice, what I'm fighting for feels like a better cause then where I was before, seven hour drive everyday from New York City to DC plus traffic? It's a nightmare if I even forgot something at work."

"Well. I'm tired." I stated getting up from the floor. I turned to Claire and Chris who were hogging the comfy armature.

"Goodnight guys. If you two are going to play Xbox, I suggest you keep the noise down. Cool?" I asked as I began to head into the foyer.

"Pfft. Chris is just jealous I'm good at Mortal Combat."

"Oh sure! Because you cheat!" Chris yelled. "I'll get my Xbox."

I proceeded to my room as quickly as possible, mostly to avoid another conversation about why I left school. Then as soon as I had shut my door, I heard my brother's loud and hard footsteps come up the stairs, to his room and back downstairs. I sighed quietly.

After changing into comfortable pajamas, I laid on my bed for a moment. I realized I was not tired just yet. I sat up frowning. I decided to check my backpack for any homework or something to even do, I found nothing. I frowned even more deeply. I laid down in my bed again, this time grabbing my sheets and entering them comfortably.

I stared up at the ceiling and thought about my life. I found myself desperately wishing for the answers I needed. If my memories and life was fake, what was real? I was sure Chris is. Claire too. The friends I have made within the BSAA and all the people in it. Even me now sitting under the roof of my brother's newly built home. But, I still had my own business to finish. I had to know what happened to me. How did I end up in Harvardville? How was I even born? Mother and father's deaths were on my birthday from what Chris had told me. Other than that, I was going to get that answer. Someday.

In the mist of all those thoughts I had found myself asleep. I began to dream of the monsters Chris had described to me. Pale faces with blood smears and marks. Once human teeth now fangs or sharp looking; raw and rotting from gnawing on human flesh. Suddenly, I was walking down a hallway. I heard the sound of faint scream for help. A person appeared on the floor. Human parts to be more correct. As I dared to continue forward, I saw a man leaning forward over another man. I assumed he was crying. I dashed to the man. His head turned, the man's eyes were wide and red. One side of the man's face was covered with blood and showed his teeth due to his flesh rotting. He growled at me ad stood up. I looked in horror, the man on the floor was cold and dead. His chest was ripped open stomach contents and lungs were somewhat visible. Now, the monster or zombie stared me in the face. I screamed in terror. The zombie had grabbed me an begun to eat my face. I began to kick ad scream in hopes the monster would just disappear. Through my screams and shouting I heard a voice.

"Anni! Wake up! You're having a nightmare!" Chris was yelling and shaking me.

I gratefully awoken from the nightmare. Chris had his hands on both of my shoulders holding me in a sitting like position. I was crying in my sleep. I felt tears softly rolling downward, I was dumbfounded.

"Chris?" I said, trying my best to breath softly. More tears rolled down my face.

"It's okay. You had a nightmare." Claire was behind Chris at the foot of my bed in much worry from my screams. My light was on. I blankly nodded. "I'm fine."

"Do you want to talk about it?" Claire asked.

"I said I am fine." I stated. "Just go back to sleep."

"Alright. We are here for you, Kiddo. Whenever you need us." Chris said, in his hero-like tone.

Claire nodded and Chris took his hands off my shoulders. As Claire left, she turned around and softly stated, "I love you, lil' sister." I smiled as she turned off my light. Then, they both exited my room letting me to relax and fall back asleep, this time it was more peaceful.

May 8th, 2005.

Anna-Margaret Redfield.

I spent a lot of time getting to know Chris and Claire. Especially on the way to school this morning. Chris had driven to work but Claire had driven me to school and then later to the BSAA HQ since I was suspended. Unfortunately, I had to explain to Claire my suspension from school. I also had to explain how I had no real friends at my school. Claire said I can make friends by just being myself. I could not really be myself when I had a second life to hide and how I broke those windows.

Barry had stated that I will not receive any punishment or problems with my internship. Thank goodness for Barry and his ability to understand things.

"Thank you for bringing me to work Claire." I said as I got off of her Harley.

"No problem. Anni, promise me you'll stay out of trouble for the sake of Chris' blood pressure?" Claire smiled, then winked at me.

"Because he is so old? Sure." I giggled. "I'll try."

"I'll see you at home then?"

"Of course." I said. "I'll see you later."

"Alright. Have a good day sis." Claire smiled and drove off. I was glad Claire was going to stay a this weekend. Graduation was only weeks away. Claire had planned to take some time off for it, but that could be shortened thanks to Chris' overworry.

BSAA HQ. Training Facility.

"Hey everyone." I shouted in a friendly tone and watched my entire platoon stand up in a sign of respect. I looked up at all of them. "You guys can sit. I just want to go over somethings with you guys."

I scanned the small room of rookies, I could have sworn we had grown a lot since the last time we have met. "Okay so since I was suspended from school for a week, I will be around a lot more for training and assisting to help you all in become good soldiers for the BSAA and leaders as well. On the bright side you all will be out and on missions sooner then I thought. Agents are expect to know the history of the events occurring for their missions and what they are suppose to do on these missions." I said taking in a breath. "The first thing we are going to do is go over a recent case that has been solved by Jill Valentine, Parker Luciani and my brother, Chris Redfield. This case had to deal with strange masses washing up along the areal rim of where Terragrigia Panic occurred. It's also a good source of background information to the most recent case that the BSAA is looking into."

This was going to be a long day. I sighed silently in my head.

Chris Redfield.

BSAA HQ. Barry Burton's Office.

"Hello, Chris." Barry said looking through a huge pile of files and papers on his desk. It seemed to be spread out so frustratingly. Barry looked stressed already.

"Hey Barry. I heard you wanted to see me." I said walking into his office.

I noticed a picture of him and his wife in a photo on his desk, next to it was a bigger picture of his daughters. I sat down in a chair in front of him.

"Well, I needed you to sign some papers and your opinion on something."

"Sure." I said. He handed me some papers with Anni's name on it, including her personal record. My eyes widen a bit. "Barry, why is most of these files have Anni's name on it?"

"I need you to sign so that it is okay for her to work here and be paid. It's also the school forms for her too. I gave you her personal record so I can show you something." Barry said. "Pull out the small red folder from it."

I did as I was told but opened it and read some of it.

"This is the data we collected from when she was found." I said more to the paper and myself then to Barry.

Barry nodded. "Yeah that's correct. No one is to see that in school. We only know about it here because we take partial responsibility for her."

"Why?" I asked confused by the red folder. I looked down again and read more of Anni's files.

"Chris. Your youngest sister has tested positive for having the G-Virus in her system. Her testing shows that she was immune to all viruses that we know. But having the G-Virus in your bloodstream does not cause this immunity. We concluded that Anni has an antibody in her system."

I was stunned. "How is that possible? Does that mean I have the antibody too?"

"I tried talking to Rebecca. She says she can run some tests on you and Claire if you both are willing to give a blood sample. But, that was one thing I wanted to show you and tell you. There's something else." Barry said, placing his hands on both ends of the desk and leading in forward a bit.

"I want to send her on a mission, Chris."

Author's Notes: Wow Chapter 4 DUNnnneee! I'm really enjoying this story, proof reading it and writing it. Seriously! Out of the 6 stories I have written, this story is really coming together. I may have to go back to fix errors or give more details but nonetheless, I feel so great! In any event the story! What do you think so far? Claire told Anni she loves her! Aww! Favorite for Caring Claire Redfield! :P Will Barry really send Anni on a mission? What will happen next? The plot is slowly creeping up. Now I can finally get into missions and write horrific gore and bloody scenes. Muahaha. Positive and Negative Feedback is always welcomed! R&R!