Author: Chapter 6! I went back and edited all previous chapters, some also has added stuff to them. I'm currently busy with a lot of stuff, so I'm just putting this down so I don't forget.

Eiji Shinjo: Thank you.~ c: First person is a very interesting view to write in. I think I can write better in it then third person, but I still prefer third person because I'm so used to it. Lol. It can be easy if you know what you're doing, but most people get lost in past/present tense things in it. It's easier not to confuse those two when writing in third person. I think I might be the only one to put the dialogue in bold, but I don't know. o.O I think it not only separates it but it's also kind of like my signature thing, since I've been doing it for years now. Awesome, glad to have you stick around. c: I hope that my story keeps you interested and that you'll read the others (... which aren't finished, aside from the one-shot fffff).~

July 10, 1967 (10:20 AM).

I awoke to the sound of something vibrating. I scowled as the sunlight poured in through my open window, which I had forgotten to close- again! But at least it was warm under these blankets. I snuggled deeper, but that stupid vibrating sound kept going. I grunted as I reached out with a hand, groping at the surface of my desk for my phone. Once secured I opened it, eyes still closed, and pressed it to my ear.

"Hello?"

Silence. The vibrating continued. I realized the noise wasn't coming from my phone, but Derick's. I set mine back down, snatching up his and opening it.

"Hellooo?" I asked again as a connection was established.

"Sticks and stones, little observer." A deep voice purred on the other side of the call. I was suddenly awake, sitting up in my bed, blue eyes wide with shock.

"Who is this?" I questioned with a slight cautious note to my tone.

"The little birdy probably already told you." The voice cooed almost happily. Little birdy?

"Huh?" I was confused.

"The soldier, my dear." When he said that I tapped at my cheek. Bradly?

"I can't remember!" I snapped in defiance.

"Memphis Coal." The voice sighed. I made an 'ohhh' sound at this. I remembered Bradly mentioning the name. "You're probably wondering where your brother is?" I was instantly more aware of what he was saying.

"Where is my brother?!" I snarled into the line.

"Figured as much.. I was sent to deliver you a message, granddaughter of the mayor. Night Rider does not have your brother-" He tried to say, but I cut him off.

"Liar! Where is he? Where is Derick?" My temper was flaring now.

"Look, believe me or not, it's the truth.. but I know who has your brother." This piqued my interest. I was willing to listen.

"Who?" I demanded.

"That s-" The connection beeped, lost in a haze of static.

"Coal!" I hissed into the phone. "Coal, who?" Nothing. Only static. I sighed deeply, throwing the phone down onto the bed beside me. My head hurt.

Night Rider didn't have my brother? Memphis had to have been lying. There's no way. Where else could Derick be? Who else could have him? It didn't connect.

"Argh!" I slammed a fist against my blankets. I was clearly frustrated by all this. I buried my face into my pillow.

You're probably wondering where Derick is, aren't you? Yes, you are. Don't lie.

Here, just for you, I'll show you what's actually happening to him right now. You might see several times that I do this.

Are you prepared?

July 10, 1967 (9:00 AM).

Bright lights filled the room. A young slim body was resting on its side on a twin bed in a corner. The walls were white and the same could be said of the ceiling and floor. It was.. pure white.. A monitor was beside the bed, occasionally blinking. His eyes were shut, but his long brown hair framed his young face as he slept. He was wearing a simple black outfit.

"Will he survive it?" A gentle female voice asked as she peered through the one-sided glass wall into the room.

Another voice, male this time, started chuckling. "He'll survive the procedure. They all manage to survive that."

"What about the Lord? Will he be successful with the final one?" The female asked.

"Of course. He knows how to play his cards right. The leader did agree, did he not, even if reluctantly?" The male snorted in response.

The female voice stayed quiet for a moment, taking this new information in. "I suppose you're right."

"I'm always right." The male voice laughed now.

"To some extent." The female replied briskly.

"With the last one, we'll have all that we need." The male mused, rubbing at the stubble on his jaw. The light in the room flickered on and the pair glanced towards the person who had caused the brightness. With the light, the forms of the pair could be seen fully.

The male was tall, a few inches over the woman, with short light brown hair, which extended down just below his ears. He had tan skin, casual brown slacks, boots and a matching t-shirt under a white lab coat.

His companion, the female, had long blonde hair that went to her mid-back, but was in a low ponytail. She had a white lab coat as well, but she wore a purple blouse with light khaki pants and heeled brown shoes. She cared not for fashion, all knew. The man, on the other hand, was indifferent to such a thing.

The man, by the looks of it, who had entered was tall as well, but slightly shorter then the other male. He had light skin, Caucasian, with dark brown hair and pure green eyes. He was wearing a navy blue business suit. He had his arms crossed as he walked over to the pair.

"Oh! Hello Sir Edward!" The woman tipped her head towards him, a smile plastered onto her young face.

The man, Edward Ashford, nodded towards her to acknowledge her greeting. "Where's Spencer?" He simply asked.

"Getting the last one. Didn't you read the report?" The other male asked.

"I was away on business, so do excuse my lack of awareness on Spencer's movement." Edward stated, glancing toward the male. "How is he, Marcus?" He had glanced over to the viewing window, looking at the young boy on the bed.

"Injection time was roughly.." James Marcus pulled up his left sleeve, looking at his watch. "Thirty minutes ago." He pushed his sleeve back down, letting his arms rest by his side.

"Ahh. So the effects of the dose should prove visible within the next three hours." Edward stepped towards them, looking at the boy now, more fully.

"Miss Caroline?" Marcus turned his attention towards his assistant, who peered up at him with an arched eyebrow.

"Yes, Marcus?" Caroline Wesker was one of the main researchers at the facility they were at. She worked alongside Marcus with specimen detail and viral development.

"Tell me as soon as we get word from Spencer. If he arrives, inform me." Marcus stated with a detached tone.

"Will do, sir." She nodded, slipping out of the room, door closing behind her on its own.

"What will you do, eh... Ashford?" Marcus glanced towards the other founder.

Edward was smiling a bit. "Patience, James. The time for Umbrella to shine will be shortly. Keep yourself calm until then."

Marcus only nodded to his friend. "I am always calm." He chuckled.

"Right, right. Anyway. I have business to deal with, so if you'll excuse me.." Marcus stopped chuckling as Ashford said this, glancing toward his friend.

"Business?"

"Of course. I am a busy man, after all." Edward's smile fell as he gave a respectful nod towards Marcus before leaving the room.

Which left Marcus alone, aside from the boy on the other side of the glass. "We'll shine.. brighter then everyone else in the medical field.." He whispered, eyes never leaving the boy's slumbering form.

Marcus smiled.

Back to me, of course..

This part is crucial.

This is what happens after I buried my face in the pillow.

July 10, 1967 (11:00 AM).

I groaned as I slowly moved my face away from the comfortable cushion, glancing around.

My eyes focused on the shelf by my bed. My phone and my butterfly knife were gone. I jumped up out of bed, covers thrown aside in my spur of the moment movement.

"What?!" I looked around, trying to find my lost objects, but of course my searching was useless. They were no where to be found. Derick's was gone from on the bed as well.

Then it clicked. 1967.

Things invented afterward aren't going to be around. My game systems were gone, along with some of my books, my laptop and a few other objects around my room. Most remained because my mom made me get traditional items and set up of my room.

I smiled, actually thanking my mom silently.

I looked around again. "Nolan!" I called loudly. It was around.. 11 AM, from what my alarm clock said. Saturday.

I heard heavy footfall a few seconds later, my door flinging open. "Yeah?" Nolan was in his boxers.. I looked away, coughing.

"Where's your cell? I need to call my friend." I asked, peering at his face.

"My.. cell?" He blinked, clearly confused. I was right. Cell phones didn't exist.

"Nevermind. Tell mom to get breakfast ready. I'm hungry." I smiled.

He nodded, shutting the door behind him as he left to return to his room to get dressed.

I was actually.. cool with this, I realized. I was IN Resident Evil. Wait.. That would mean... I raced over to my bookshelf, grabbing down a book from my shelf, flipping it open. My maps!

Raccoon City was just a few cities over! It was real! I almost screamed with surprise.

I'm 15. I'm weird, aren't I? To get excited over a game being real.. and being able to re-live it. I'm strange.

My TV flickered on, my head turning towards it. Eh?

A male reporter was talking on screen about the news of the city, along with a bit of stuff on Raccoon City. I tuned in at that second part.

"Chemical waste reduction has doubled over the past 5 years, but the number of employee's being hired has tripled. A tremendous growth is about to take place in our fair city. We spoke to Police Chief Brian Irons about it, requesting a statement about his opinion on Raccoon's condition. To which he responded with-" The man looked down. "'The cities growth is thanks to myself, the representatives of our communities, the joined efforts of our citizens and the funding that was provided by Umbrella Corporation. Keep up the good work.'"

The reporter looked up after finishing that, a smile on his young face. "More news will come on later, after this commercial break." The TV flickered off with a click.

I blinked, confused.

Wait.. 15? Technically I wouldn't be born. My head hurt just thinking about it.

I pushed that train of thought aside. On to the next issue!

A knock came at my door. "Breakfast is ready, dear." Mom's voice came from the other side.

A few minutes later we were all around the dining room table. Eggs, toast and bacon. Dad was at the head of the table. On the left side was Nolan, Mom and Frank. On the right side was me, Lee and Spencer. I felt awkward sitting by the family friend and being on the same side as the founder of Umbrella.

I stayed quiet while we ate, dad talking to Frank and Spencer about topics of interest. Nolan, sitting across from me, looked at me with an arched eyebrow.

"You're awfully quiet, Saria." He commented, causing everyone to look at me. I nibbled on my eggs, glancing up.

My face flushed. "I feel sick." I said after I swallowed the chewed eggs.

"Take some medicine and go lay down, sweetie." Mom smacked her lips after huffing out a sharp breath. I quickly finished my food in a few more bites.

"Excuse me.." I stood up, moving away from the table.

I felt eyes follow me as I departed from the eating room to head upstairs. My stomach was indeed hurting as I moved into my room, hearing the soft click as I pulled it closed behind me. I moved over to sit on the window bench with a sigh.

What a day it was turning out to be. Yesterday had been worse though.

I recalled the events of Friday with clarity and wondered where Adela and Dimitri were. They had yet to call me- I almost facepalmed. No cellular devices.

I glanced to the presents at the foot of my bed, my eyebrows arching. I never had the chance to open them yet with all the chaos that had occurred.

I reached into my pocket to retrieve the iPod, but all I felt was air. I sighed, shaking my head. Great, I had clearly forgotten how stone-aged Resident Evil was.

I searched the gifts for the box that Dimitri had given me and pulled it out, scanning the contents with a frown. The pictures were there, oddly, but they were different looking. I shifted up the pictures and retrieved the box underneath.

I opened it and pulled out the stunning necklace and simply stared at it in awe. It looked the same. I tossed my hair to the side and put the necklace on, studying it as it laid in my palm. The Sapphire genstone sparkled in my bedroom lighting. I let it go so it could rest against my neck while I wore a smile.

I set the jewelry box aside and lifted another gift box to study it. It had silver wrapping with a green bow and matching ribbons.

I tore it apart easily and pulled out the boxed object within. I opened it, shocked to find an outfit inside, all in my size.

I grinned sheepishly as I didn't hear the oncoming footsteps and my door open.

"That little rascal-" I paused, hearing a cough in my doorway. I glanced over to see Adela and Dimitri standing there with matching smiles.

"I see you're finally opening them." Dimitri said hesitantly, as if unsure what to say.

"That's from me, by the way." Adela winked at me as the pair shut the door and moved over to sit beside me on my bed.

"Thanks." I laughed as I pulled out the outfit to truly study it.

It was a silver t-shirt with designer holy blue jeans, a similar-in-shade blue skirt, silver socks with blue underclothes. I gawked at it, in awe.

"It totally fits you, sis." Adela had a wicked grin on her face. "But there's more."

I dug down through the bottom, feeling my way until my fingers grazed something warm. I froze, not sure what it could be. I gripped it, tugging it out.

My eyes widened as I scanned the metal box, unsure as to what it contained. I glanced up to them, watching Adela urge me to open it.

I did.

The box had a switch and I clicked it open and the metal raised to reveal a beautiful sight: sapphire gemstone earrings ringed in silver and a blue necklace with a silver locket. I grabbed the locket, opening it. It contained a small circular picture, shrunken in size, of our trio. I beamed proudly at the grins on our faces while Adela stood in the center doing bunny ears to Dimitri on her left and an arm around my waist on the right.

I stood and opened my arms toward my female friend, pouting. "Daww! Don't cry, sis." Adela laughed as she stood to give me a hug.

I squeezed her tightly, resting my chin on her shoulder. "I'm not crying. I'm just surprised you did all this for me."

"Only the best for you, babe." Adela smiled, patting my back.

Dimitri had stood and walked to the presents while we hugged and lifted the final gift. When we parted and sat down he stepped forth and placed the gift in my lap. I stared down at the blue and green wrapping with a confused look. It was small, about the size of a computer mouse.

"This.. is from Toby. He never had the chance to give it to you..." Dimitri stated with a frown. "He said he wanted to give it to you when you had gotten a bit older."

The air sudden grew cold as my thoughts turned to Toby. He had been the closest friend I had ever had growing up. When we were both 13 we had started to date, though casually since we were both so young. At 14 we were inseparable. We went everywhere together, did everything with each other.

Until he died. It was in the fall of last year when we were celebrating our two year anniversary together. A joyous car ride turned sour when Toby's father cut the wheel too sharply, swerving into the left lane.. I was riding with him and Toby to the store to get some birthday stuff for Toby's little sister Marcia and it was late in the day. The car hit the guard rail and the airbag caught his dad, but Toby.. he had been thrown through the windshield and down into the deep ditch over the railing.

His father was wounded, with blood leaking from his minor injuries. I endured a cracked rib and a splitting headache, along with an injured arm. We were rushed to the hospital, but before we left we saw police flash lights flickering down over the railing to where we said Toby was.

He never made it. They found his body broken from the fall, his lifeless eyes staring up at the sky.

I shivered at the memory, shaking my head to bring me back to reality. I stared down at the gift as my two friends studied me closely.

I slowly tore away the wrapping with dread in my stomach. Gotten older? What had Toby gotten me? The wrapping fell from my shaking fingers to the floor as I opened the small box.

The item I saw cause tears to spill down my face and reality to fade out.

Inside was a silver ring with a beautiful matching gemstone.