6. Revelation

"Surprise!"

Piper and Isaac looked on as Sheva stood still as a stone, her mouth slightly agape and her eyes looking at nothing in particular. She gave no response when Isaac touched her shoulder, asking if she was alright. Piper watched with a slowly fading smile, concern lacing her beautiful face as she held her hands to her chest.

"Oh, my," she whispered. "I'm sorry. I should have told you in a different way. That was way too soon."

Raising her hands, Sheva shook her head and stepped around the woman who claimed to be her sister. She took a seat on an antique couch of navy blue velvet and dark wooden details. Isaac took a seat in the lounging chair next to her and tried getting a better look at her while Piper sat with Sheva on the couch but a seat away, not wanting to push any personal space.

"I'm fine. I'm just a little lightheaded," Sheva tried explaining. "You don't need to apologize. I don't know if telling me any other way would really do anything. How did you find out we're related?"

"Oof, that's a long story," Piper pouted, but settled into her seat to begin her story.

She started with her childhood, the earliest she could remember. As a young girl, Piper lived with her single mother and the few boyfriends her mother would have around. Her life wasn't like every girl's should be. She explained that though her mother was a kind woman, she would show signs of schizophrenia since the time Piper turned eight.

"She didn't lash out often," Piper told Sheva. "But there were these few times that the phone would ring and my mother would answer, completely fine and happy. Either it was the person calling or the conversation they had, but she would slam the phone to the hook and just start screaming. She'd grab me and lock me in the closest in the hallway. As a girl I just did what she told me to do because I was too scared to ask her about anything. I know now that the person calling was Elliot Spencer checking up on me, the father I never knew…"

What her mother had always told her about her father was that he was a coward that couldn't handle the idea of raising a child, so he left her and her mother alone and deserted. Her mother, originally from England, fled to Australia, hoping to start a new life with her young daughter. Piper knew now that she was conceived for one purpose and that purpose was to serve a life in science. When she was an infant and became the test subject for the Spencer family, Piper was injected with a variety of viruses. Like other Spencer children, her cells denied the viruses and she was immune. A breakthrough in its own right, the Spencer's had no need for this child after seeing this result in Elliot's previous children. So they showed a fraction of mercy and let her live, handing her over to her birth mother.

Piper knew none of this her entire life, leading to believe her father was some deadbeat that wasn't even worth pondering over. She and her mother lived a semi tame life, save for the times her mother would lash out and lock her away in a tight, dark space.

"I think now that I know who that was on the phone with my mother that she was locking me away in some poor way of protecting me. I think she thought if she hid me, my father would never find me. She was so scared that he'd come back for her and me."

The storytelling led to Piper relaying her older teenage years, still at this point in the timeline not knowing her real father and relations. Both she and Isaac could see the shame on her pretty face when she told them about her years doing stupid things like self-harming, drinking excessively, and getting into hard drugs.

"It was a hard time," she murmured. "I had just gotten into this rut of self destruction. I hated everyone and everything. One minute I wanted to kill someone and the next I wanted to kill myself. I took it out on my body. I'd lock myself away in my room and do things to my body that no one should even conjure up. I'd sleep around with guys and girls to fill that void that grew more and more every day. I never wanted to admit it, but I felt alone and unwanted. My mother was going nuts and my father didn't even want to have a part in my life. If no one loved me…"

"How could you love yourself," Isaac finished for her.

"Yes, exactly," Piper nodded.

Sheva eyed them both, feeling slightly awkward that Isaac was finishing Piper's sentences. The more she studied them, the more she saw the resemblance they shared. A pang of jealousy struck Sheva. She and Isaac didn't look a thing alike, which helped hide the secret that they were related four years ago until she had discovered their relation. Piper had his eye color, his hair color, and seemingly the same mindset. It was then she realized she felt left out.

"It wasn't until I was about 25 that I started to get my life back on track," the blonde continued. "I had lost contact with my mother during that time and it wasn't until I recovered that I found out she was in a mental institution, admitted by the landlord at her last apartment."

Piper rubbed her forehead, looking to the floor with sad eyes. She told them her mother was mentally gone, no longer the woman she had grown up with. And besides the times her mother would lock her in the closet or keep secrets about her father, Piper knew that the most important person in her life was indeed her mother. After a month when Piper found her mother after rebuilding her life, her mother passed away in her sleep, the doctors claiming she felt no pain when she left the world.

"Once she passed, I was left with her belongings and inheritance. It wasn't a lot of money, but it paid for school and I was able to get my degree in Biology. She also left me notes and letters that she wrote about my father, but I had no desire to meet him or read about him or anything. He didn't want to be in my life and I didn't want him in it either. So I just kept those letters in a box, hidden away for years.

"Then a few months ago, I just started hitting depression again. I don't know what it was. I was doing well with work and my boyfriend, but I just felt so…sad. I told myself I would not—would not—get into the life of drugs and self-harming again, so I started searching for ways to make myself feel better and get down to the nitty-gritty of my depression."

A smile blossomed on Piper's face, making Sheva slightly uncomfortable not knowing why she was grinning so happily. Her tale went on to her search for the reason and cause of her gloomy emotions. After lots of contemplating and thinking, Piper felt what she was missing in her life and what was causing this rut, was the fact that she had no family left; no one to have that link with that you can only get through blood connection.

"I sucked it up and looked at those old letters my mother left me about my father," Piper stated. "In the letter's, I found out his name. Elliot Spencer. Okay, so I started looking all over for any relation to the name Spencer. After a while, I discovered some deserted mansion that the files could only be found in the largest library in Sydney. So I got the address, went to check out this place with little hopes, and I found revelations.

"I thought I was going to find cousins and uncles, you know, that sort of thing. But in that old Spencer mansion, I found these files and discovered I not only had family, but I had brothers and sisters! I searched names everywhere. You won't believe how let down I was when I'd either come up with nothing on some of the Spencer children or to find out they had died. But I found two survivors of the family; you guys!"

Isaac looked to Sheva with little to no emotion on his face, waiting for her to say the first word. She couldn't read a thing on his face that would reveal his thoughts. He remained neutral as Sheva turned to Piper.

"Wow," was all Sheva could say. "That's quite the story."

"Where are those files you were reading through?" Isaac questioned.

Sheva shot him a look, the spark of disappointment crossing her features as he looked at their sister with an arched brow. He shrugged at her, trying to let her know that he was genuinely curious. Piper slouched in posture, obviously disheartened by their reactions. She tucked hair behind her ear and sighed.

"I have them in my bags. I can get them for you. I swear I'm not lying. I can take a DNA test or something."

Leaning forward, Sheva laid a hand on Piper's shoulder, trying to comfort her with words.

"I believe you. It's just such a surprise. But I need to know, how much did you learn about me?"

Piper eyed her curiously, trying to understand her question. Realization dawned and she shook her head.

"If you're talking about the whole DNA, viruses bonding on cellular levels kind of stuff, I only read a small bit of it. They didn't have much in the files. They were pretty old and a lot of them were unfinished. The most recent file that had been written was the confirmation that Elliot had died. Why? Is there something I shouldn't have read about you, Sheva?"

"Uh, it's just stuff that I'm trying to forget myself and that I rather not everyone knew about. You understand, don't you?"

Piper nodded as Isaac gave Sheva a gentle pat on the back for knowing what that stuff was she was trying to forget. Sheva pursed her lips out of awkwardness caused by the silence that followed and played with the hem of her shirt. She gave a nervous chuckle when she had enough with the quietness.

"Heh, so what's with all these Spencer mansions?" she anxiously asked.

"Oh, I know. It's ridiculous," Piper agreed, seemingly unaffected by the nerves and tension in the room. "There's the one in Australia which is pretty much dumped. It was so dusty there that I was coughing for weeks after I visited. There is one in Germany, England, the one that blew up in the Midwest of America, and I think there's one that was being built in Japan, but the construction was scrapped when Oswell passed."

Isaac and Sheva nodded, surprised by all that Piper knew. They both looked to where Piper was waving when she smiled largely and gestured for someone to sit by her. Their eyes settled on a man of medium height and of a lean and skinny build. He had stiffness in his walk as he approached the three. Isaac turned back to Sheva, already knowing this other guest of his while she was left out of the loop. The man did not take the seat like Piper had suggested, but leaned down to speak into her ear.

Once he was done with whatever it was he needed to say to Piper and only Piper, he turned to Sheva after her newly discovered sister introduced the two.

"Sheva, this is my boyfriend, Flynn Watson," she explained with a soft smile. "Flynn, this is Sheva Alomar, my sister."

"Nice to meet you," he said in monotone, shaking Sheva's hand.

Upon closer inspection, Sheva saw the dark shade of china blue in his eyes. He didn't make eye contact when she said something unimportant to him as a greeting, either it being disinterest or low self-esteem. From what she could see, Flynn's hair was a red shade, buzzed to an extremely short length that resembled what one would have in the military. He wore a simple baseball cap on his head with the hockey team "Montreal Canadiens"* logo on the front of the hat, shadowing his features, but Sheva could see he had a boyish face to match his boyish, yet monotone, voice.

Apparently whatever Flynn had whispered to Piper was important, causing her to stand and excuse herself. She didn't hug, but she took Sheva's hand in her own and told her how happy she was that she had finally gotten to meet her. She made her promise they'd go on a walk together or have dinner together so they could talk more. Flynn was already leaving the room without a farewell when Piper had finally finished talking and followed him out, leaving Sheva and Isaac alone.

"C'mon, you must be exhausted," Isaac assumed as he stood and wrapped an arm around Sheva when she stood as well. "I'll show you to your room. It's still the same "beast" room. I made the west wing the place where kids would rest when boarding school is happening, but fortunately for our patience and ears, they are still all on break for the time being and so are the fellow teachers and tutors."

Sheva was quiet as they walked down the halls, Isaac's arm still around her. "What do you think of Piper?" she suddenly inquired.

He stopped and thought for a moment. "I don't know, really. She seems nice enough and I believe her. Her boyfriend's kind of weird, but she told me he has a medical condition so that's why he pulls her away sometimes. Something about needing his medication or something... She's pretty much his nurse it seems. I feel like they settled for each other."

He gasped when Sheva elbowed him gently in the ribs. They had made it to the bedroom she had stayed in four years ago when she wasn't locked up in a cell or with Wesker in his bedroom.

"Hey, you asked and I'm answering. But we'll talk about it later after you've rested. I'm glad you're here, Sheva."

Isaac spontaneously hugged her, his cheek resting on her hair. Sheva was slightly caught off guard by the affectionate embrace, but hugged him back anyways, mumbling into his shirt as she replied.

"I'm glad to be here, too. You know, save for the whole Wesker hates me and I left Chris at home," she listed off until she sighed heavily.

"Like I said, we'll talk later," he murmured and pulled away, leaving her to sleep.

And that's what she did. She crawled into the old but comfortable bed after looking up at the paintings on the ceiling of sad beasts. She settled into the comforters and closed her eyes, falling asleep instantaneously. Her mind was filled of worries that revolved around Chris and Wesker, but instead of dreaming of either, she had that same nightmare of the monster coming to kill her, haunting her until she woke.

Rubbing his temples roughly, Wesker fought the migraine pounding in his skull as his eyes scanned the files he had looked over plenty times now. The papers before him caught him up on times concerning Sheva Alomar, Murphy Bollard, Elliot Spencer, and the details in between.

Sheva Alomar, he learned, was his prisoner at one point in time. Files concerning her, however, confused him immensely. Wesker could easily recall the times when she was a young child, still living with her parents and then years after they were killed and Sheva had grown up with guerilla groups, having the opportunity to go to college in America, and then the beginnings when she was signing up for the god awful BSAA. But the files informed him that after the events in Kijuju—events he was still catching up on—he had kidnapped her, intended to run tests on her blood, but in the end was the one to call off all experiments.

But why? What had possessed him to stop such a necessity in research? She had the golden DNA that he and the long list of fellow scientists had been searching for. Granted, the results of her blood tests weren't perfection. She was still mortal in the fact that a virus could still kill her, but she was able to benefit from some viruses. Viruses that she bonded with on a cellular level, thus proving to be a major step forward in research. So why on earth would he, Albert Wesker, stop the tests to experiment on her as a whole organism than just blood samples?

This was a small concern for Wesker for there were much more situations to unravel.

Murphy Bollard was dead as was Elliot Spencer, both at the hands of Wesker. It didn't come to him as a surprise that he'd kill these two for they were tiresome, unnecessary, and useless. With a spotty memory, Wesker assumed he had brought Dr. Bollard on to test Alomar's DNA for the old man's intelligence. Though Bollard would never have been capable of the things Wesker could simply do with his arms tied behind him, the scientist was a genius on a human level. His assassination was most probably worthy of Wesker's time, though he couldn't remember what the motive in his murder was.

That was one of the bigger issues Wesker was dealing with; his memory proved to be lacking. The last true cognizant memory he had was of the image of rocky waters as he came closer and closer to the surface with Jill Valentine latched onto his body with a tight clutch. She had just practically tackled him like a linebacker out the window of the German Spencer estate, saving the petty Chris Redfield and sacrificing herself. Though he couldn't recall what happened after he and Valentine met the surface of the water they were plummeting to, the files of his journey after that were waiting for him to read more thoroughly.

But now it was 2013, six years after he and Valentine fell from the window. A quick look over files told Wesker that he had continued his research, giving a name to the project he been working on, Uroboros, and set hell on the town called Kijuju. Apparently he was able to make use of the pliable Valentine after she and him managed to survive the fall from the Spencer estate and used her as a weapon, her proving to be quite useful while he not only made plans for Uroboros, but kept an eye on Sheva Alomar from afar.

Then events happened that didn't interest Wesker very much. Events relating to Redfield and Alomar shooting rockets to his face while he swam in lava, Redfield claiming victory, Redfield getting involved with Alomar romantically…

Before he knew it, Wesker squeezed his fist so hard the pen he'd been holding broke into pieces and cut into his palm, causing blood to surface and trail down his wrist. He grabbed for a towel on the shelves to his left, not even flinching at the pain in his hand. It was the migraine that seemed to take most of his attention.

Then there was the situation of Jake Muller. A mess wouldn't quite describe it. A catastrophe was the correct definition. Though he'd like to question it, Wesker knew that Jake was truly his son. There was enough resemblance and traits, but it was the timeline in which Jake was conceived that fit and proved to be trustworthy. How did Kayla manage to keep a secret such as pregnancy from him? How could he have missed something that should have been so obvious? How could he let this happen?

To add more onto the list of complications, Wesker was feeling…different. His body was acting poorly, lower in quality. It was a concern to say the least. The Prototype virus in his system should have been acting accordingly and should have prevented these pains such as nausea, headaches and migraines. His usual fast healing abilities were also lacking. The cuts in his hand that were brought on by breaking the pen weren't healing like they should have. Skin ought to have been lacing together by now, scabs layering the wound and within an hour, there should have been nothing. But the cuts were still fresh, bleeding slowly, and admittedly, needing the attention of a bandage and disinfectant.

He had changed as did the people and places around him. But if he had anything to say about it all, Wesker would figure it out. He'd learn what it was that was happening to his body, he'd start testing Alomar's DNA and do a better job than Bollard did, and he'd do something about Jake. The idea of killing the boy crossed his mind, but if Jake had the same cellular makeup Wesker did, then he might prove to be useful in some ways. Wesker would keep him on, watch him and soon enough add him to the list of test subjects he'd gather. But first things first, he needed to know what was going on with his body.

Author's note: If you're wondering, Flynn is purposely vague in description and personality. We'll get to know him and Piper along the way, letting them grow as characters at a decent pace that I think should keep your interest well but still bring on questions. I have lots in store for them. (*Cue mysterious sound effects*) And we'll also see what's going on with Wesker and what's wrong with him, besides being a bit of a kook.

littlevamp: Haha, I love me a surprise! Thank you. :)
Aukotber: Haha, Jill and Chris better bounce off one another well after going through the Mansion Incident and everything! I'm kidding. :) I'm glad you liked the "red scales" part! It was one of my favorites to write. I guess we can agree that someone needs to give Chris a break, right? Well, Piper has to have some sort of motive or purpose if she's going to make an appearance in the story, I just can't say why she's being included… I'm like yearning to write those Shesker moments. They need to get it on. Or at least have some lovey moments, haha. Thanks! :)
Sasusakui: I love Riki-Tiki-Tavi! Well, Isaac and Piper have some similarities. Sheva doesn't because…well, I have to keep some of this canon and I can't change Sheva's appearance, haha. Thank you! :)
TealBug: The Spencer Triplets. Oh jeez, that sounds like a nightmare! Haha, nothing gets past Wesker. He's all business.
Ultimolu: Ah, perfect wakka wakka moment! Beware of Wesker's opposite Midas touch… you will die if you touch him, so they say…
Comix777: Haha, Chris is freaking you out? That's not good! Indeed, the plot thickens… Who will Sheva end up with? It's pretty obvious, isn't it? :P
Sheva Redfield: I'm glad you like it so far. Haha, Chris just needs someone to kick his butt to get him back in action. I know, Sheva's in for a roller coaster with all these siblings! Thank you. :)

So, what are your thoughts on these two new OC's? Are you sympathetic for Piper and her story? Are you curious about this "medical condition" Flynn has? Tell me all about it in a review, pretty please. I appreciate it greatly. :)

-Sarai

*The Montreal Canadiens are a professional hockey team located in Montreal, Quebec, Canada.