June 27, 1975 (10:20 AM).

Three years have passed. I am now to be 23 as soon as my birthday rolls by. I celebrated my past birthdays with only Kevin as Skyler has yet to return from college. She seems to be devoted to it as she attends it full time in another state.

Shiloh I have yet to hear any news on. All is silent. I visited the Spencer Mansion the other day and it was silent and empty. The grass was up and vines crept up the sides of the structure. I got this eerie feeling from the place and had left after checking that the doors were locked (I had no means to get inside).

So the location of the scientists was unknown.

Everywhere I go in Raccoon City I feel like I am being watched. Monitored. It makes me nervous and so when I do go out I make sure to have my butterfly knife on me.

No one recognizes me thankfully. I am simply Alexandria Miller here as well. Oh the joys of an alias. After my interaction with Selby I was anxious to find my father, but how could I face him? What would I say to him after all these years of being away? I had no answers. I decided to not search for him.

I missed my family more than anything in this world. I missed Nolan, Marissa, Dimitri and Adela.. I missed Shiloh, Skyler and Selby, who had become like family to me. I missed the Miller's as well.

I sighed deeply as I maneuvered down the street I was on. I was close to the Police Station and so I strayed from it in case someone might recognize me, though unlikely that was.. but then again I had not changed much.

I still looked like I was 16. I was silently thankful for that.

A month passed and the day we celebrated Halloween on was the day I had a bad feeling about. A knock echoed on the front door.

"Who is it?" Kevin called out as he approached the door. I hung back on the steps, arms folded over the railing as I leaned on it.

"Kevin, open the door!" A muffled voice answered. The voice sounded.. bizarre to me. I moved up the stairs to head to the bedroom I was staying in.

"Coming!" I heard Kevin throw the door open and then a new sound filled the air that set my entire body in alert; gunshots.

I heard stuff being thrown about and something heavy hit the floor. I gasped softly as I heard footsteps move about the house.

"Find her!" A sharp voice yelled.

Tears were streaming down my face. Why were people here, why did they kill Kevin, who was 'her'?

I didn't know but I wasn't going to stick around to find out. I threw stuff into my bag quickly and moved over to the window, opening it. I tossed my bag over my shoulder, linking my arms through the straps and climbed down the stairs at the back of the house.

Jump two stories or climb down stairs? Stairs. I heard voices and movement about my room and I paused, looking up. I was almost to ground level. A head peered out of my window and dark orbs locked onto my frightened face.

"Found her!" The male called to the other people in the room.

I dashed down the steps and jumped the rest of the way, landing in a crouch. I took off running before a form flickered from around the building to the right just as I was about to turn left. He tackled me and we both went sprawling across the paved road. I rolled several times, my bag somewhere on the ground where it had fallen.

The guy got up the same time I did and he took off after me as I ran.

I was no match.

I felt arms encircle me and pull me to a stop. I fought, of course, jerking and twisting to get free. The man held me tightly, my arms trapped against my sides.

He tugged hard, forcing me to cease my struggle.

Footsteps echoed behind us and a group of black clothed men moved to stand before me.

"Hey there, sweetheart! Ya know, running doesn't help. Just makes it all the sweeter when we catch you.. but then again the struggling does get annoying. We need you to be a good little girl and behave, alright?" The man directly in front of me said.

He had a cocky look to him, as if arrogant and self-absorbed. His pale green eyes contrasted with his spiked short blonde hair.

"Little?! I'm not little!" I'd come to terms with the fact that I was a woman and I was mature. "Release me!" I snarled, teeth flashing in my anger.

The guy rubbed his ear and yawned. "The boss man wants her alive and unharmed. Let's get her back quickly."

I relaxed in the man's hold and his arms tensed at this. Perfect. I jerked my arm free and pulled out my butterfly knife, swung it open and sliced a long cut up my captor's left arm. He released me, howling in anger. I dashed away a good distance before stopping. I turned and watched the men look at me with looks of interest.

"Well, well! Kitty's got claws, but can kitty tango to the tune of our music?" The leader, as I assumed he was, pulled out his own blade, it being a standard hunting knife.

The other men stood back as he stepped toward me, hunger in his eyes. "Why did you kill him?" I growled as we stalked in a circle, opposite from each other. For every step he took to the left I would mimic to the right.

He shrugged and his lips tilted into a Cheshire grin. "Boss man said cut down any who gets in the way. He stood between me-" He gestured his knife to himself. "-and you." He pointed the end at me.

"Why are you after me?" I pressed. We stepped in sync.

"Sweetheart, this isn't a show and tell. I have an idea. Let's play a little game." The man said, his tone dripping with humor. "You hide.. we'll seek. You have four hours to hide. I have men stationed at every exit from this city and even a few elsewhere. You cannot leave the city. You cannot enter a house or we'll kill those inside." He chuckled.

"What's the catch?" My blue orbs narrowed as we stood still, both staring at the other.

"The game will last until sunset. It is currently.." He glanced to the watch on his wrist. "12 in the afternoon. If we catch you before midnight you come with us.. but if you should not be found before the deadline we'll let you stay free another day."

"Interesting proposal. What makes you so sure you can find me in this huge city? That I won't just kill one of the men on the border and break away from the city?" I asked, smiling.

His grin was now cold. "Should you leave the city we will kill your friend." At this I froze.

"Friend?"

He nodded. "I believe her name was.. Adela, yes?" He smirked at my widened eyes.

"You're lying." I whispered, glaring daggers at his pretty tan face.

He retrieved a phone from his back pocket and held it up after searching for something on it. He hit a button and if played whatever he had up.

"Help! Somebody please!" It was Adela's voice.

"You bastard!" I snapped. "Let her go!"

"All in due time! Unless of course you want to skip the game and switch yourself for her." He laughed. Loudly. He put the phone back away.

I can already tell you this guy irritated me. Just his personality made me want to bang my head against a wall. I studied my options, body never slipping from keeping the distance between us.

A question rang in my mind.

"What happens to Adela if I'm not caught?"

He used his free hand to slide his fingers across his throat while making a cutting sound. I almost went off. Almost. I held myself in check though.

"So either way I either get caught, switch for her, or she dies and we do this all again?" I asked, summarizing my options.

He nodded. "It doesn't really make any difference to me what you do. By the end of the day you'll come with me."

I refused to give him any satisfaction in knowing how tormented I felt. I straightened myself, lowering the knife I held.

"So what's it going to be, sweetheart?" He asked with a small and knowing grin.

"I surrender. You must swear on your life that Adela will be safe, unharmed and set free. If anything changes about her I will bring so much pain unto you that you'll be begging for mercy when it's over." I swore.

"I swear on my life she'll be set free." He said with a grin. I put the knife away.

"Grab her bag." He commanded one of his men, slipping his knife back into the holster and then moved forward toward me. When he was before me he reached a hand up, tipping my head upward with his finger under my jaw. He studied me as I remained silent. "The boss man wants you all to himself, he says. I wonder what's so special about you that you gain not only his approval but his use of us to capture you." He moved my head to the side, examining me.

"Like I know. Who is your boss, anyway?" I said with a glare.

"You'll see soon enough."

I was forced into a car after being blindfolded, gagged and shackled. All I remember was being squished between two people and the loud roar of an old car as we drove to who knows where.

I felt sick to my stomach.

June 27, 1975 (3:40 PM).

"They sure are taking their sweet time."

"Easy, now. Patience is a virtu-"

"I'm aware, my dearest Earl."

"Uncle, what makes her so unique as to seek her out? Why go to such lengths for such a woman who left us all for fools? Has our goal seduced you somehow thinking her above the rest?"

"Nephew, do you not recall her and what is to happen? Do you not recall our dream? Our mission? Our goal?"

"Yes, I do. I remember a young and innocent girl dragged into this hell unaware. Was it by her choice to become tainted with our web of treachery? Was it by her choice to be the prize we now seek? I dare to think not."

"Watch your tongue, nephew. She is more than just a trinket. She will be our savior. If not her then who else? The thirteenth may be, by far, the most adapt and superior, but her trial has surpassed him in survival; she will live to craft this world into our dream. We need her as she will need us. We are her masters after all. We created her and for that she will come to obey."

"Uncle, sometimes I worry about how far your dreams stretch to, but as a Spencer I will aid you."

"As it should be. Now, where is that blasted researcher with those results?"