Hello loves! It's me Debra and here's another chapter! Finally we're getting away from the Darkness of Raccoon and into the uh- new plot line!

Eliza Thornbred was alone in the banks of her mind. The floating darkness was comforting for no feelings except for warm content rolled through her broken mind. Endless seconds passed until they became minutes which passed endlessly until they created hours. Eventually time began to mean something as Eliza's conscious began to return. Her thoughts were now weren't so content, bitter resentment and lust for revenge also began to stir in her mind. She took in a breath, shocked and sat upright in a unfamiliar room. The door to her left opened and Wesker walked in.

"Wesker, how am I still alive? I was shot. I-I died… didn't I?" Eliza asked.

"I used the E.K.T virus," he said simply, adjusting his sunglasses.

"A-am I human anymore? I don't feel human."

"You're not the only one," He chuckled.

"Wha-," Eliza began. She watched as Wesker removed his sunglasses, his eyes closed. He slowly opened them for emphasis. Eliza gasped. They were… demonic, goldish- red and cat-like pupils.

"Y-your eyes!" She exclaimed.

He chuckled. "Yours aren't that much better."

"What do you mean?"

"Look for yourself," He said handing her a mirror. Her eyes were a silver color with specks of gold hidden amongst the silver. Her pupils too resembled the ones of a cat.

"My eyes… how did you cope?" She asked.

"For me there were a few perks. The speed, the strength, and the quick regeneration," He said. "I lost a great amount of my humanity though."

- TIME WARP-

Years went by, some slow, some fast, all of them painful in some way. The event of the T-Veronica Virus passed along with Saddler's attempt to take over with the Plagas. And the Uroboros project, which lead up to the death of Albert Wesker himself. Eliza tried to stay hidden and kept her identity a secret. She played her part well.

Just like the S.T.A.R.S the B.S.A.A disbanded and Leon S. Kennedy along with Chris Redfield formed the B.H.P.T (The bio-hazard prevention team). Former members of the S.T.A.R.S and B.S.A.A joined quickly in hopes of preventing future Bio-terrorism acts; among these members was Natalia Dodds.

- END OF TIME WARP-

Natalia Dodds sighed as she received a message from Mr. Kennedy. Natalia became experienced in her field and, upon Chris's request, was assigned a new partner.

"Careful," Chris had said, "The boy is a little hard-headed."

After her protest Leon had said, "Just think of them as evil minions."

"Them?" Natalia asked.

"Well, his brother joined too but he'll be tagging along with Chris for now."

"Nice, two rookies."

"Oh, they're not rookies," Leon said. "Both of them have been through a lot."

"Fine, whatever," Natalia sighed. "When are they coming?"

"Tomorrow," Leon said shrugging.

-The Next Day-

"Ah, my evil minions have arrived," Natalia said jokingly as the two boys walked in. Hey the older one is kind of cute… She thought.

"Um hello I'm Mi-," One began. He was young, looked too young; he had tan colored skin and jet black hair. He had eyes that seemed to be green, blue and gray at the same time.

"Did I say you could speak," She hissed, playing around hoping to upset Leon somehow.

Their names were Paul and Milo Ventimilga. Paul was a few years older, hovering around age twenty- two and he had long, curly, dark brown hair. Milo was younger and a little more insane than his brother.

"It didn't say we were going to be assigned to a nut-case," Paul muttered.

"I don't recall that eit-," He Milo started.

"Because that would be rude of them to say," she interrupted.

"Can you stop interrupting me!" Milo yelled.

Natalia rolled her eyes as Leon walked in his eyes snickered. "I see you've met Natalia."

"Is she insane?" They asked.

"Yeah," He laughed as she glared at him. "You just need to know her a little better."

He left smiling.

"I want a burrito!" Milo exclaimed after moments of awkward silence.

"A burrito…" Natalia repeated, confused by this boys odd behavior.

"Yupp," He said heading for the door. "I'm going to go find one."

Milo took it heavily upon himself to find a burrito but instead he found a guy lurking, yes lurking, by the vending machines.

"Who's this Whacko?" He muttered under his breath.

"That's Damian," A cool, hard, female voice said. Milo turned around and faced a pale, blonde girl. "That's Damian," She repeated.

"Oh, um thanks. Who are you?" He asked.

"Olivia," She said.

"Is he- Damian stalking the vending machines?"

"Uh-huh, it's his favorite past time." She muttered walking away.

"Hey," He called out to Damian. "Is there any burritos here?"

"That's what she said!" He called back.

The next morning Natalia awoke after having a dream that haunted her since she was young; a fire, a blood curdling scream and laughter. She surmised the event of her mother and father's death in a fire caused those images. She barely remembered her mother; in fact she couldn't remember her father at all. She had a meeting today so she dressed in her favorite attire, a black dress and her black boots. Her long, red hair hung limply. She let the boys stay in the guest rooms at her house until they found a place so she decided to wake them up too.

"Yo! Up and at 'em!" She yelled entering their rooms.

Milo slowly opened his eyes. "What are we doing today?"

"We have a meeting."

"Bore-ring," He stated and closed his eyes again.

"Wake. Up. Or. I. Will. Get. My. AK. And. Blow. Your. Freaking. Head. Off!"

"Alright, alright," He groaned and sat up

Natalia walked into the meeting room filled with the other B.H.P.T members. She saw Chris Redfield and Jill Valentine holding hands smiling.

"Love birds. Get a room," Milo muttered under his breath.

"You two sit over there," Natalia seat, pointing to two seats between Sheva Alamor and Rebecca Chambers. They sat down without protest. Natalia then sat down next her friend Lisa. Lisa was a normally quiet girl who was very nice; also Damian's girlfriend.

"Do you know what Kennedy's dragged us in for?" Natalia asked.

"Nope," Lisa whispered back.

"Alright," Leon said catching everyone's attention. "First to start things off I would like to say that Josh Stone has fully recovered from the shotgun incident and will be back with us in a few days." Sheva smiled. "Next we have received word that there is a bio-weapon conspiracy in Maroon City, Pennsylvania. They seem to be nothing more then suspicions about a medical company called Regeneration, so a small team of four should do the trick. Any volunteers?"

Not me, I rather not waste my time… Natalia thought sourly.

As almost as fate willed it, Natalia's cell phone went off; an Eminem song sang loudly to it's self.

Well this looks like a job for me but everybody follow me, cos we nee-

She shut it off, her face red with embarrassment. Leon smirked. "Alright Natalia you and Milo will go along with Chris and Paul."

"But, I, it, he… Never mind," She groaned.

-Maroon City Pennsylvania. 9:30 P.M. Two Weeks before the B.H.P.T meeting-

Drake TerBorcht was 19 years old. He walked down the dark alley trying to get home before ten o'clock. He looked up at the dark, foreboding sky, he did not want to be caught up in this storm. For awhile it was only the clicking sound of his feet against the pavement. Then in the distance a pair of headlights appeared. He stopped and watched as they grew larger and larger until he could make out the vehicle. It was an old van that looked like it had came straight out of the 60's.

"Stephanie!" He said.

The van stopped and the door open; the sound of Beatles' music came rafting out. Stephanie was nothing short of a modern day hippie.

"I didn't think you wanted to get stuck in this storm."

He nodded.

"Alrighty then hop in."

-12:00 Midnight-

"Thanks Stephanie!" Drake called as the van sped away. The storm had finally blown over and he was late.

Mom's gonna blow a gasket… he thought numbly.

So he decided to take a short cut through the woods; he wasn't scared of the woods and the trip would save him fifteen minutes. That was probably the biggest mistake of his life. Something struck him in the back of his head and he fell like a rock.

"This is codename MIKE. I got another one, over," A man said into his transmitter.

"Craig your codename sucks but okay bring here, over," A static voice replied.

-Maroon City, Pennsylvania: 6:30 A.M. 13 days before the B.H.P.T held their meeting-

"Who is he?" A female voice asked.

"I believe his name is Drake Terborcht, age 19… Uh Ma'am?"

"What?" Came a cold reply.

"If you don't mind me asking… umm why is this information important?"

"That is none of your concern!" She hissed icily. "When he is to awaken you are to send to me."

"B-but I can't do that Ma'am I have strict orders to-," He covered his mouth in horror, realizing what he had just said.

She smirked and pulled out her L. Hawk. She had no use for this one, if he could not perform a simple task she had to dispose of him. She shot him once killing him immediately.

"You will follow orders won't you?" She said turning to the other man.

"Y-yes Miss Thornbred," He stammered still in shock from seeing his comrade die.

Eliza smiled to herself. Albert was going to be avenged.

A/N: I love that ending... Reviews will help Milo find his burrito.

Milo:Please, please, please, please, pleaaaaaaaaaaaase

Me: Stop whinning!

Milo: NEVER! Any way REVIEW cuz I want that burrito!

- Love, Debra XD