It's been five hours. Five hours since I had a dream about my own past. Five hours since I saw a part of Albert Wesker. My father, the evil omen, the one who want's to destroy the world's softer side. Well it lasted this long I wonder's if it will last until the next year or so. I knew in my mind that is was impossible to think but she did anyways. But what also crossed my mind was if Claire had told them not to look for me and if they would keep their promise that they hopefully made. Wesker was being a lot nicer since he told me why my mother died, and why he had to keep me away from him, to be completely honest. I think he blames himself that my mother died, S.T.A.R.S and Umbrella had gotten in his way of keeping his mind on what was important. Me. As I sat here, thinking of ways to keep him on his good side, he came in. And by the looks of it. It's not good news either. I didn't trust my voice. Knowing that it will anger him further and that was something I didn't need. Can't I skip this part? Okay, I should explain this better. Dad came in my room and told me to pack my stuff that was leftover from Africa. How he had enough time to get it. I don't know. I done as I was told and in ten minutes I finished. He grabbed my arm and got me in the car and we drove extremely fast away from the house. To be truthful, I was terrified. Dad had his computer out and I realised what he was doing. The Red Queen was being told to blow the house up sky high. "Umbrella found out I had a daughter and went in to capture you and torture you until you gave them information. That you do not have." He told me this and I understood. He was protecting me from someone - or something. That I was grateful for. But the question was. Why was he doing this? Does he feel bad about this whole situation or no? Okay, I have way too much time for thoughts. That's a bad thing. When will something go right, and when will it go wrong? Only time will tell.
Three hours later...
I fell asleep three hours ago. How I know this. Easy, dad told me. So we have been driving for three hours nonstop and to be honest. I am very sore from sleeping upright. Not something I'm used to doing. Dad had told me somethings which is mostly about stories from the S.T.A.R.S unite, just to keep me calm. I fell asleep again and I had the worse memory ever.
My Dream...
My mother and father were at a party. For some reason, I knew it was for Umbrella. Dad was talking to another man with blond hair and green eyes. Mom was talking to a woman with blond hair and blue eyes. "Annette, William I would like for you both to be the godparents of our unborn child." Did mom ever surprise them. "Your pregnant? And you want us to be the godparents?" My father nodded his head and smiled. "Umbrella mustn't know."
The dream ended and I was shocked. Dad asked what I dreamed about and I told him. He asked me if I meet Sherry Birkin and I nodded my head. He said the ones my mother and him were talking too were Sherry's parents. I nodded my head and I understood why Sherry always looked at me, like she should know me. Or I should know her. To be honest, I was a little glade that I haven't really recognised her and have her not recognise me. The would have been awkward. We were still driving and we haven't stopped until we reached the airport. And I could tell dad was tired. We aboard the private jet that dad had personally got for the two of us. I was glade to be able to rest. And for dad to stop driving. Wow, I had some day. We landed in Paris. Of all places to land. We went to a facility and we stayed trained for hours on end and I was soon forgetting about everything that I cherished. Like how Chris and Jill smiled at me, the way Claire looked at me, the way Leon and Sherry would help me get back to normal when I was lost. I had more dreams than I could count every single night. And I never complained.
It was a year later when I realised something. He was using me. I was now twelve years old and I just figured out he was using me. I sneaked out of the house late at night and got a ticket for America. I was going where I belonged. A couple of hours later I was in front of the B.S.A.A headquarters. Hoping that Chris or Jill were working late. I took a deep breath and walked in. Apparently, I walked in on a meeting with Alpha team. Sure enough, Chris and Jill were there. But so were some other people. Like Barry Burton, Rebecca Chambers, Billy Coen, Claire and others I did not recognise. Claire noticed me first. She gasped and I sighed. Chris and Jill looked next. Jill's eyes were filling up with tears. And I knew why. I was probably a monster, a tyrant of some sort. Something that should be dead. I never noticed but Sherry and Leon were there too. Sherry had tears in her eyes and I looked down. I knew something was wrong but I didn't want them to figure it out before I told them. "He kept infecting me with my own virus. And he over dosed it once and it nearly killed me. I was only trying to keep you all safe, because I somehow knew he wasn't dead. It took me a year to realise it, but he was using me for something." I was crying and Chris came over and hugged me. To be honest, I wasn't expecting that. He whispered sweet nothings and I smiled at the familiar of it. I felt right at home. I asked to speak to Sherry quietly and I told her that I remembered a major part of my past. and some of my mother's. To be quite honest she asked a question and I answered it correct. She gave me a watery smile and hugged me. I was safe, for the first time in a whole year, since I went with my father. I was at home. I talked with them and I asked an important question. If I could join the B.S.A.A. My poor heart, nearly stopped when Chris and Jill's boss came behind me and said I could join. But I would be on Alpha team. This was interesting though. Chris, Jill, Claire, Leon, Sherry and a few others had protested. And they were all ignored. "So Wesker, my so called father, is going to pay for what he has done?" Chris laughed and nodded his head. I was glade that he was smiling. I told him what he had taught me and I was glade that he taught me Latin. Who knew that I would need it. I very well didn't.