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Synopsis: On a cold evening in the city a 7th grader and two college students are abducted during Halloween celebrations, forcing the local police to believe it is simply another missing persons case. A big reason why this isn't true in any way? The 7th grader is Rose Winters and the two college students are children to some of the biggest names in those fighting against bioweapons and disasters resulting from biohazard incidents.

Author's Note: A new story idea that's rather bold but I hope you like it, regardless. I always found Rose Winters an interesting character, along with out favorite RE heroes of course, so I am curious if they'll doing anything with her after that suggested cliffhanger at the end of DLC Shadows of Rose. This takes place before that of course, since she's younger. Not to mention her relationship with Ethan is one of the most heartbreaking things in this universe.

While it is tad nerve wracking to introduce my two OCs, I am excited to introduce a perspective of the concept in terms of what if the RE heroes we know and love had kids? How would that turn out?

A gentle reminder that this is fictional and while I do my best, I won't be completely accurate on everything. And I hope that's okay! The first few chapters may be on a shorter side but they should get longer as the story progresses. Regardless I hope you like this as much as I like writing it. Enjoy and please comment your thoughts! I'll be very curious :)


She knew something was wrong the moment Rose didn't show up for history class on Monday.

The twelve year old girl was one of the youngest in the her grade, the hypothetical runt of the litter, and while she may be a frequent target for bullies in her class, who gave her a hard time because she was a lonely outcast, she rarely missed school and was usually already there sitting when the bell rang. That itself gave flared warning alarms entirely on its own when she was forced to mark down absent next to Rose's full birth name, trying to keep her hands from shaking slightly as the worst case scenario popped into her head.

The faculty was briefed on Rose's unusual situation, a revered BSAA agent named Chris Redfield made sure of that, and while it was hard for the history teacher to comprehend the details she was hearing she did her best to understand the importance and value behind the information, even if she had a hard time believing that the quiet girl who always read books in her classroom during lunch time was under protective custody in the US government for her abilities that were still unknown to humankind. Yet seeing now that Rose wasn't here, she was starting to think otherwise in comparison from before.

It took her some courage until lunch break, mainly cause she wondered if she would be somehow blamed for the incident even if she was simply the bearer of the news, but the history teacher locked up her class (smiling apologies to some passing middle schoolers who whined because they wanted to study in her classroom for tomorrow's big quiz) and made a beeline straight for the office - hoping and praying to God that it was nothing serious and the people in charge of watching her simply had to pull her out for the day and they forgot to contact the school.

Except the principal called both of Rose's emergency contacts and got no response.

So the police were phoned by the end of the day.

"I'm sure it's nothing ma'am." The local police officer tried to assure her, writing down everything the history teacher knew about the girl in his notes and receiving her photo from the school. "Halloween was this past weekend. There probably was a mix up and she's staying with a friend for the day or something."

Bullshit. The history teacher held back her tongue and folded her arms, trying to ease the worry rocketing itself back and forth in her stomach at such a rapid pace it made her nauseous. Then again it was not like the officer could be briefed on the situation behind Rose's circumstances. That was top security information only they could reveal when they felt like it was the right time. So smiling painfully, she eyeballed the principal out of the corner of her eye and he heaved a large sigh. He knew what this meant.

Chris was not gonna be happy.

And funny enough, on the other side of town, two more missing person cases were also being issued around the same time.

...

"When was the last time you saw him?" Another officer asked the housemate, rubbing his buzzed head as he tried to register detailed events from this past weekend.

"Two days ago. He went with us to a party on Friday and then left early to walk back to the apartment, said he was getting a headache from all the dancing and drinking. I crashed at a friends that night because I was wasted and when I came back to the place the next afternoon he was gone. I figured he went home to visit his grandparents or his dad for the weekend so I sent him a text and when I didn't get a response at first I thought nothing of it." Seeing the officer's raised eyebrow he felt the sudden urge to explain himself more. "He goes MIA every once and awhile, mainly cause he's a shit texter. I just got him to thumbs up my texts so I know he's read them but even then he typically remains inactive for the next few days in terms of responding."

"Okay.." The officer nodded slowly, though he didn't seem convinced. "...then what made you sense something was wrong?"

"Well I called his grandparents and they said he never came by." The housemate shifted uneasily, feeling tense under what felt like an interrogation. "Then I asked our group of friends if they've seen him and they mentioned how they haven't caught a glimpse of the guy since the Halloween party. That's when I got worried and made the call."

"What about his father?" The officer pressed, scribbling more notes in his little book. "Did you contact him?"

"Um, I actually don't have his number." The housemate admitted with a small shrug, looking almost ashamed. This was turning into quite a morning for him. "Theo is really private about his biological parent relations. His grandparents are his legal guardians and practically raised him, his dad not knowing about his existence until he was like seven. He rarely talks about his mother and only says a few things about his father here and there. I've never even met the guy in person - and I've been his best friend since we finished high school and moved here for undergrad. All I know about his dad is that he's an agent that works for the government."

"Do you at least have a name?"

"Uh.." The other male scratched his chin as he thought for a moment. "...I think it was Leon S. Kennedy or something?"

...

"Yeah she did miss taekwondo class today." Another instructor admitted, pulling her bag out of her locker and slinging over her shoulder. "She was supposed to cover for Celine and teach the 4PM class for 8-10 year olds. And it was a tad odd that she didn't show up or bother to even leave a message but Isabelle's schedule is known to be pretty hectic, especially when her mom stays at her place and spends time with her when she's off work or something. So no one thought anything of it."

"Halloween was this last weekend." The police officer explained, holding a small notebook in her palms. "Did she go out to a party or anything?"

"I don't think so." The instructor scrunched her nose as soon as the other women mentioned partying, a sign that she didn't really approve of such interests at hand. She slammed her locker shut and turned to face her entirely. "Isabelle doesn't really drink. If she ever goes to parties she always volunteers to be dd. But even then they're not really her scene. She prefers smaller gatherings or even staying home, watching tv. She even skipped a big New Years gathering to celebrate a promotion of a family friend to binge watch a new season of her favorite show."

"I see." The officer looked down and made some more scribbles, face growing grim as she weighed the possibilities. "Well her landlord reported her missing this morning because she missed rent yesterday, claiming she always submits it on time. He also didn't see her at all this weekend, which was odd since her place is reported to be right by his office where he comes in for work every day. Does she have any relatives or former roommates we can contact?"

"No she's been living alone ever since she started undergrad. But you can probably call her mother. They were spending some time together last week when she visited."

"Great. What is her name again?"

The instructor pondered, eyes growing focused as she struggled to remember the name that has floated in conversation with Isabelle more than once. "Jill Valentine, I believe?"

...

He was dreaming again. And it was of her.

Theo Kennedy first met Isabelle Valentine when they were in elementary school. Cities apart and with entirely different lives, no one would ever make the connection on how these two were connected. The only thing they had that was linked was their parents active work fighting against what they would call bioweapons. Theo, personally, liked to call them zombies. At least when they infected typical human civilization and made them stagger around, growling, while their skin turned dark grey with every passing hour. Any other creation stemming from the T-Virus? Those were dubbed Monsters. Only he didn't know that when he was nine years old. In fact, he barely even knew his dad at all.

He was born out of wedlock, the result of short yet passionate love affair between his parents that ended up being sacrificed because of their opposing careers they both refused to drop and their unavailability to see both of them settling down properly in the long run. So by the time famed mercenary and espionage spy Ada Wong found out she was pregnant, Leon was back to being an U.S government agent saving the world during biohazard incidents. After he was born Theo was taken to his grandparents, Ada's adoptive parents who she fiercely protected from people at work, and raised there. And Leon was never supposed to find out.

Only he did. And it took awhile for things to properly adjust.

Leon thought it would be a good idea to take Theo to one of their very occasional beer and barbecue hangouts with the rest of the crew hosted at Chris Redfield's house. Now thinking about it, it was a weird sight for sure: seeing all these agents bred to be incredibly tough and fierce, known to commonly look death in the eye, and usually decked out and strapped in heavy protection gear and assault rifles, sitting back in casual clothes and acting like suburban parents who never stressed more than the mortgage, house cleaning and some occasional office paperwork.

And Isabelle was the only other kid there.

He would later find out that while Jill operated in the city, and wherever work took her, Isabelle lived deep in the countryside with her dad. The big metropolitan world and all its noise was overwhelming to her (especially at such a young age) so while she was polite to the other agents who made effort to squat down and talk to her, Isabelle eventually made a beeline for the backyard when everyone was eating dinner - the outside world of nature bringing more comfort than human interaction. A classic introvert.

And, as an always curious individual, Theo decided to follow her.

They didn't say anything to each other at first, simply both sitting quietly (and rather awkwardly) somewhere that covered the small ground of Chris's backyard. While vibrantly green and decently taken care of, it was a sad piece of land. The only thing that was impressive was the massive redwood tree planted in the corner of the short fence line, looming over the both of them and acting as a silent, protective guardian that casted giant branch shadows over the grass. Theo looked up from fiddling with his arms (tweedling his thumbs practically) and noticed Isabelle was staring up at the tree admirably, reaching out to touch its red bark stump.

"Have you ever climbed a tree before?"

He'd never seen the girl more confused in his life and almost smacked himself in the face for asking such a stupid question. God, he felt like such an idiot. Yet to his surprise, Isabelle nodded a few times. So with an ounce of newfound courage, he asked another bold question.

"Wanna race each other to the top?"

Was it the start of a beautiful friendship? Not exactly. They weren't even able to make it halfway up because the tree was so god damn big. Even if they could Chris and Leon had already made their way outside by them and started flagging them down, faces tense and tight with stress as they feared one (or both) of them would fall down and break a bone or two. Looking back on it now, it was funny how two individuals who have seen the worst of creatures known to mankind could be so nervous about children being stuck in trees of all things. And while Theo was lectured the entire drive home, he thought it was so worth it.

After all, he got to see Isabelle smile.

They met a few times after that. Granted it was every few years because they lived so far away from each other and their parents were so busy all the time they could barely meet up together on their own, much less arrange a hangout that allowed their children to come along. Yet either way it didn't matter. It was somewhat consistent and it got Theo excited each and every time.

Since his dad's job was sworn to secrecy, and the things he did he rarely liked to talk about, there was a lot of mystery surrounding Leon and who he was in Theo's eyes - especially growing up. His grandparents were still on the fence about him, refusing to answer any of Theo's questions, and whenever Ada dropped by like the silent ghost she was in their house she always got a funny look whenever Theo asked about his dad. But of course, she never said anything. She was Ada Wong, after all.

Isabelle was one of the rare people in his life who had the very briefest of ideas on what he was going through. Only, in his eyes, she made her peace with it. Every time they met up and he would tell her about the latest question his family dodged to avoid she would just shrug and say, "Yeah my mom doesn't tell me anything. But my dad says it's because she's trying to protect me. He won't tell me shit either."

Theo wished he had the same mindset. He got lucky when he turned eighteen and his dad finally sat him down to explain everything but the years leading up to it was a nightmare. The thing he was sure about though was that with each meeting every few years, Isabelle got more beautiful.

He has never met her dad, apparently the only guy ever that her mother didn't mind being flirted with for once (Carlos Oliveira was his name?), but Jill was always admitting that she got her good looks from her father - though she had Jill's round eyes, straight nose and thin lips that were always in a focused, straight line. As Isabelle got older, her thick, raven-black textured waves got longer and she was always either pulling them back into a ponytail or scrounging it around in some half-do with her wisps and flyways being held back by the same thick lavender headband. Her tawny brown complexion with warm undertones was always flawless (he was pretty sure she never went through an acne phase) and only got darker during warmer seasons from being outside in the sun all the time, which also caused the dotting of freckles on her pretty nose and high cheekbones.

Long story short, he so had a crush on her and his dad gave him such a hard time for it.

"I mean I did try to go after her mother once or twice." Leon admitted, holding his hands up when Theo gave a side eye that seriously reminded him so much of Ada during his days as a rookie when he tried to help her and she shoved him off, insisting she could do it on her own. "What? It was after I ended things with your mom and I had no idea she was involved with Carlos by then. Relax, nothing happened."

When Isabelle started high school they both got each other numbers and were always in contact, especially since their busy lives along with their parents made it hard for them to meet in person in comparison to when they were younger. Theo knew Isabelle wanted to dedicate herself to animals: desiring to fight against poachers after encountering inhumane traps set up for animals in the woods by her home (she saved a fox once that was injured on the street when they went hiking and she was such a badass for it, especially when she gave that driver a hard time because he almost took off after hitting the poor thing). Isabelle knew he was wanted to be a mechanical engineer and had been working at multiple car shops for the past five years since he was a junior in high school.

Both were worried their parents would be disappointed, originally wanting them to join the fight against bioweapons by working as agents or even as members of organizations like TerraSave. But if anything either of them were relieved and encouraged them to pursue their own interests, which Theo found surprising when Isabelle told him her mother's response mirrored his own father. Maybe the battle was wearing them out and they didn't want to see the same fire was dimming in the eyes of their own children, hardened from years of war and loss.

Yet now that they were both in college, even though they were in schools that were in the same area of the same state in the USA, Theo hadn't seen Isabelle in person for years. They've gotten to a point where their contact has decreased, lives growing so busy they spent more time thinking about each other rather than actually texting each other. At least, that was the case for Theo - maybe Isabelle never thought about him anymore. Either way no matter how many other girls he pursued, dated, or how much he tried to busy himself to stop thinking about the fact that they have grown so distant now that they were much older (since they became adults even) he couldn't help but wonder how she was doing: if she was okay or terribly lonely or even (for selfish reasons) in a committed relationship that had no time including him in the picture at all.

Okay, maybe that last statement was a little insane. But then again, Isabelle had a habit of bringing out sides of him he had no idea existed, much less was proud of.

'Is he awake?'

'Nope. Still seems completely knocked out - let's load him onto the cargo freighter. I hope we get paid double for this shit like we were promised.'

'We better. This deal is making me question my morals, quite honestly. I mean who lures a seventh grader into an alleyway after a Halloween party?'

'At least you didn't have to deal with the girl who knows taekwondo. My ribs still hurt from her brutal kicks. I was lucky to able to stab that damn needle into her neck and knock her out.'

'Well that seventh grader so wrestling me with the little strength she had, getting all mouthy with curse words I don't think a twelve year old should know.'

'At least the boy was utterly useless. All you had to do was mimic a damsel in distress in a dark part of the neighborhood without any surveillance cameras and the boy came running like he was a full on spider man or something.'

Who the hell was talking? And why did Theo feel like he wasn't dreaming anymore?

Also why did he feel a tad insulted after that last jabbing comment?

The twenty-two year old rolled his head to the side, resting it on his right shoulder because his neck muscles felt too weak to hold it up on its own. His vision, while regained, was still terribly blurry and felt like it was spinning side to side - as if it couldn't decide where to balance and stay put. His hands and legs were pressed together, bound by something tight, and at this point his arms felt like jelly. He had been drugged: damn it. It was gonna take him a minute to regain his strength as well as his full consciousness.

Focusing on adjusting his senses and making sure his head didn't spin so much, Theo groaned in pain at the feeling of sore areas covered all over his body, alluding to some heavy bruising. Did he have a MMA fight he forgot about recently or something?

Still heavily drugged, he inwardly cracked at his own joke. Only he would have a sense of humor that little to no one would find amusing, especially at this moment. One of the few things he inherited from his father, along with his reckless impulsiveness. He also couldn't laugh aloud because of the duct tape bound to his mouth, tight enough that no matter how hard he tried nothing comprehensible would come out of his lips.

This fucking sucked.

Suddenly he felt himself being lifted, thrown over someone's back like a sack of potatoes, and he heard the same echoed two more times from the same area. Considering the conversation he overheard earlier, it looks like he wasn't the only one stuck in the same, terribly unfortunate, scenario. He pondered moving and attempting to scream but he felt like it wouldn't do anything. They would just beat him up a few more times and knock him out again. So he stayed quiet and remained very still.

When his vision finally decided to settle and grasp its sanity he was staring at the backside of a stock figure dressed in dark color, going up a slanted ramp to what he presumed was a ship. A cargo freighter... his dad mentioned that sometimes they use those types of boats to smuggle illegal items, weapons or even people. Guess a kidnapped college kid counted as apart of that agenda.

Lucky him.

Theo felt like a lifetime was spent on the back of that figure like a sack of potatoes, a lifetime he could never get back. Luckily, his ass was known to be a little dramatic (another trait inherited from his father, unfortunately) and it was only for a few more minutes before they heaved him onto something plush. He closed his eyes, faking his sleep, waiting for the sound of a door being pulled shut. He would try to fight the guards but he still felt groggy from whatever they drugged him with so it would just be a pointless battle. He remembered something his mom told him, after she stopped by for his seventeenth birthday and his grandparents asked for her advice as Theo approached adulthood.

Her response? Very serious and simple. "Don't start a fight you can't finish." She seemed to warn, leveling Theo's intent stare with her own mysterious one. Even as her son there was still a lot he didn't know about his mother, especially as Miss Ada Wong as someone you encounter while on the job. And it didn't seem like any of that would ever change, no matter how much he was dying to find out. "It doesn't matter how hard you try, if you can't accomplish it don't do it. Because then it will only come back to bite you in the ass."

So for now Theo would wait, hear the door slam, listen for fading footsteps until they were gone entirely and then exhale with a large sigh, blinking open his dark eyes as adjusted to the new space. For now he would be stuck here.

Until he could figure something else out.