Resident Evil:

The Whole Story

Chapter Five

Agnes Mitchell hummed a tune to herself as she chopped up the vegetables for the salad she was making for when her grandchildren came over.

She added the carrots, aubergines and cucumbers into the salad bowl which she had lined with a bed of lettuce. She brought the salad over to the dinner table and placed the bowl on the table, placing it right on the middle of the table.

Jenny was currently going through a phase were she didn't eat any meat or fish and so Agnes had made a far large salad than she would normally have made.

Jenny was Agnes's youngest granddaughter and was the only daughter of her eldest son, she was ten years old but the way she acted you would think that she was twice her age. She was opinionated, smart and bold. Most people would be proud to have her for a granddaughter and Agnes was very proud, the only problem was it was difficult to relate to her.

Agnes supposed it was only natural, after all Jenny was only ten and she was in her late sixties. It made sense that they wouldn't be able to connect as easily. Even so she couldn't help but admit that she wished she had a better relationship with her granddaughter.

So that made this long weekend that her grandchildren were coming to stay with her and John something of a blessing in disguise. Originally she was only going to take her grandchildren of her son's hands as a favour to him while he and his wife Paula went to see a marriage councillor, which didn't surprise her if she was being honest, that little tart was never good enough for her precious little boy and she was always so difficult, never treated Agnes with the respect she was due.

But as time passed Agnes found she was more and more looking forward to the idea of spending more time with her grandchildren, all of her children and her grandchildren all lived down in the city while she and John lived in a cabin up in the mountains and so they wasn't much an opportunity for them to spend any time together.

Agnes never though that she would ever have wound up living in a cabin in the middle of a forest with most of her food being caught in a river nearby and the rest of it being grown in her own vegetable garden.

Agnes came from a wealthy family that mostly resided in New York, her father had been a business man and her mother had been the heiress of another wealthy family.

Agnes couldn't say for sure if her parents loved one another or if they only married because they had to but regardless both of them had always treated her and her older sisters well, giving them plenty of toys and new clothes almost every week.

While Agnes was not the heir to her families fortune, that was her older sister Laura, she was still expected to marry well into an old family. It was expected of her, as her dear father used to say, she could almost smell the smoke of his cigars as he sat in his large armchair in front of the fireplace.

And so Agnes was paraded about all of New York and before too long she had dozens of suitors coming for her hand in marriage and yet she didn't want any of them, surely it was up to her to decide who she wanted to marry, not her parents. It wasn't they who would have to spend the rest of their lives with the person they choose for her after all.

But they simply told her that they knew what was best for her and not to worry, they wouldn't marry her to anyone they didn't think was right for her. But maybe…but maybe she had different ideas for who or what was right for her.

One night Agnes needed to get out, she just had to get away to think, to find a way to cope with what was going to be her fate. So she climbed out of her bedroom window.

It was only now that she looked back that she realised that her early life seemed quite similar to a bad teen romance film, not that she watched a lot of those, no, she was a mature sixty-eight year old woman, watching teen romance movies at her age would just be sad.

She had taken a long walk and eventually found herself in a fairly small park and sat down a wooden bench to catch her thoughts.

Then she had met John.

John was a gardener at the park and he wasn't like any man she had met before, not to say that the other men her parents had introduced her to hadn't been nice or kind or polite because most of them had been it was just something about John was different.

Maybe it was because he made her laugh, maybe it was the way he smiled at her, maybe it was the way he held himself or maybe…maybe it was just the way that he made her feel in a way that no one else ever had or ever will.

Agnes didn't believe in love at first sight, love was hard and difficult and it took a lot of work to make it work, if she hadn't believed that at the time being married had certainly corrected her quite quickly. Maybe what she had felt was her gut telling her to trust this guy, that there was potential with this man for her to be happy.

She hadn't regretted trusting her gut, not one bit.

For the next few months she had spent as much time as she could with John, most of that time was late at night at what had become their 'Spot' but that was really the only time they could ever be together.

Things had been good, until one day, at breakfast, her parents had announced that they had found the perfect man for her. Agnes had wanted to scream that she had already found the perfect man for her but she knew that it wouldn't do any good, as much as she loved her parents they were snobs, they would never accept someone like John.

And so that night, she packed a bag and slipped out of her bedroom window for the last time. She made her way to the park and sat on the bench, their bench. Waiting for John to come, like he did every night.

And just like every night John showed up, a bright smile spreading on his face as he saw her. But the smile melted away as he spied the bag on the bench sitting next to her.

She explained what had happened and what her intentions were, John had tried to convince her that he wasn't worth throwing away her entire life or that she should at least try and talk to her parents, they might understand after all.

But Agnes simply shook her head and stood her ground, she wasn't throwing away her life for John. She was reclaiming her life, taking it back for herself. She was going to leave New York anyway, she had no intention to marry the man her parents had picked for her and she was simply offering the chance for him to come with her.

John had seemed a little reluctant at first but then he nodded his head and took her hand. He lead her back to his apartment and Agnes couldn't deny she was shocked at the poor state of it, she had no idea that poor people lived like this.

John packed his own bag and led Agnes out of the apartment and made their way out of New York. Jack had some family in Raccoon City, which at the time was not so much a city as much as a very large town, that could shelter them.

It had taken them about a week to reach Raccoon but it was worth it, they could be together and not have to worry about anyone reporting them to her father.

But even her happiness couldn't last long.

After a year and half of living peacefully in Raccoon City, someone had told her father where she was and he come to get her and take her home and he had brought not only her mother with him but her sisters as well.

Her father stormed into their house and demanded that she come back with them, like before Agnes stood her ground and made it clear to all her family that she had no intention of returning with them and that she was married to John and there was nothing the cloud do about it.

They threatened, they raged, they screamed and yet nothing they said would sway her. She loved John and she would not leave him no matter what they said and she told them that if they didn't leave right then, then she would call the police and have them arrested for trespassing.

Her father simply glared at her before shaking his head, her elder sister Ethel following him out, ever the dutiful daughter. Her mother looked at her sadly and looked as through she was going to say something before sadly shaking her head and leaving the house.

And Laura, beautiful, dearest, darling Laura simply smiled at her, in her own way telling her that she approved of her choice. At least Agnes hoped that was what that smile meant as she didn't get to ask her before Laura spun on her heel and left as well.

And Agnes never saw any of her family ever again.

And she wouldn't have it any other way, did she miss her family? Of course she did but she had her own family now and she had to focus on them.

Agnes shook her head and pulled herself out of her memories, there wasn't any reason for her to dwell on the past. She was happy with her life and she wouldn't change it and she had a dinner to finish making.

She walked over to her oven and pulled the door on it open so she could check on the fish. It wouldn't be long until it was done.

Agnes walked over to one of the drawers and pulled it open so she could get forks and the knifes out but before she could the sound of the front door opening drew her attention, she walked into the living room and smiled as she saw John walk in.

He had aged, of course he had they both been barely more than teenagers when they first met but he was still so beautiful that every time Agnes looked at him he seemed to de-age by at least fifty years.

His brown eyes brightened and a large smile spread on his face, he shrugged of his jacket which he then throw on the sofa and Agnes was about to tell him to pick it up and to go and hang it on the cloths peg but before she could say anything John grabbed her and pulled her into a hug.

"Have I told you lately that I love you?" John asked before pressing his lips to her forehead.

"Yes, this morning and last night and last afternoon." Agnes pointed out before leaning her head on John's chest. "Catch anything good?"

John shrugged and sighed heavily. "No, they're just not biting today." He walked over to the sofa and sat down on it slowly with a heavy sigh. "When are Michael and the kids going to be here?" He asked with his closed.

"Shouldn't be long now, maybe a few minutes." Agnes said before she sat down next to John and rested her head on his shoulder.

Agnes started to feel herself slowly starting to fall asleep but was stopped when she heard a loud thumping sound, as if someone was slowly but loudly knocking on a door.

John and Agnes turned to look at one another. "Is that Michael?" John asked.

Agnes shook her head. "I don't think so, I've never heard Michael knock like that and besides it sounds like it's coming from the back door not the front."

"Why would someone be knocking on the back door?" Michael asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I don't know, maybe it's a camper that's gotten lost." Agnes offered as a suggestion. "Go and see who it is."

"Why do I have to?" Asked John incredulously.

"Because I said so, now go." Agnes said with a wave of her hand.

John sighed and got to his feet before walking through the kitchen to get the back door. Agnes leaned her head back against the couch pillow and closed her eyes. She was then jolted out of her rest by the sound of a loud scream that trailed of into a wet, squelching sound.

She looked towards the kitchen doorway before placing her hand over her mouth as John stumbled through the doorway into the living room with one of his hands clapped around his neck where a large section of it had been bitten of, red blood staining his fingers.

Agnes scrambled of the sofa and ran over to John as he fell to the floor and pressed her hands to his neck to try and stop the bleeding. John looked up at her and used one of his hands to brush a lock of her grey hair behind her ear before the bright light in brown eyes died away and his hand fell away from her face.

Agnes pulled her hands away from John's neck wound and stared dumbly down at John's lifeless body as her red stained hands shook uncontrollably.

The sound of movement drew her attention and Agnes looked up and screamed at what she saw, a dark haired woman with only half a face stared back at her. She then lunged forward and her teeth sunk into Agnes's arm.

Agnes screamed in pain and tried to push her off but her teeth were sunk so deep into Agnes's arm that she couldn't get her to let go no matter what she did. The woman then pulled her mouth away from Agnes's arm on her own and Agnes could only whimper as she stared down at the large wound on her arm, she honestly thought she could see some bone,

Before Agnes could touch the wound and examine it more closely, the woman grabbed her by her hair and sunk her teeth into the soft flesh of her throat and bit down hard.

Agnes opened her mouth in a silent scream. God she never thought pain like this could ever be real but she was feeling it now.

The woman pulled and a large chunk of Agnes's throat went with her. Agnes fell back to the floor and lifted her hand and held it to her throat in what she knew was a hopeless attempt to try and stem the blood loss.

The front door then opened and a voice floated into the living room. "Mom, Dad, are you here?"

The woman got to her feet and followed the voice that would lead her to fresh meat.

Agnes tried to cry out, tried to warn Michael and her grandchildren but she couldn't, she was so tired and so weak and in so much pain and the only noise that came out of her mouth was a short, wet sound.

As darkness took Agnes the last thing she ever heard were the terrified screams of her child and her grandchildren.

End of Chapter Five.