The Rest Of The Story (A Resident Evil Fan Fic)

His Plan

(A day Before)

(Location: house where Bio grew up at.)

"Why *grunt* didn't you *grunt* just have a kid *grunt* with William *grunt* Birkin?" I stopped training to turn at him. "I mean, like, you are so obsessed with getting his daughter. Do you, like, want her pocketbook?"

"She has something I need. That is all you need to know." Wesker shot an intimidating glare at me.

"Yep. You want the pussy." I turn to to the window and laugh. My laugh is cut short by his fist (of fury).

"You should be training."

"Well, you should be thinking of a way to get Birkin's child." I try to kick his head, but he blocks the kick. Soon I am being held by my neck and clawing at his arm.

"Let me go." I say with a raspy voice as my eyes close. Wesker's merciless grip did not lessen, even as my pulse diminished.

A flash of light and soon I was holding Wesker by the neck. I dropped him and ran to the corner. Wesker fell and was gasping for air. (shocking right?)

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It was evident that she was having a mental breakdown. How am I supposed to help her through this? None the matter, she has immense power. I need to harness this power and use it to my advantage.

"You need to harness this power. Thus, I will help you control yourself, but I need something in return."

"What would that be?" Bio looks up at me with tears streaming down her face.

"You need to help me destroy Chris Redfield."

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Hoping to see the fallen soldier, Claire walked in the morgue. She searched the directory list for Nivans, Piers. She eventually found him in the back of the room.

"Thank you. Thank you for keeping my brother safe. He is all I got in life, you know. Might as well tell you my life's story." Claire reached into her pocket and took out a packet of issues.

"I am Chris' younger sister. My mom and dad died a few years before the Raccoon City Incident. I went to college and Chris went to the Air Force." Claire reached down to move a strand of hair off the front of his light blue face. An accidental touch and he gave her a shock.

Claire walked out of the morgue.

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(2 Days before Piers' Funeral)

Bio collapses on her bed. Wesker was training her all night for the plan that was going to take place today. She was really worried. They had trained over short distances. She would have to teleport to the BSAA base. That was a longer distance than going to and from the kitchen to the garage (opposite sides of the house with Wesker in tow). Bio slowly fell into a deep sleep.

Wesker had enough of his so-called daughter. He has called for her many times after she walked into her room. He is already testing the girls theory of being his daughter. He walked to her bedroom door. Tch, its locked. Wesker stepped back and Cobra Strikeed the door. It broke off the hinges and landed at the end of the bed. Bio was lying on the matress with a peaceful look on her face. Wesker got full of rage. He went to punch Bio's face.

As if she was awake, Bio teleported to the sofa as Wesker's fist made a hole in the matress.

"C'mon. I was just trying to rest before the stupid mission you have me in." Bio notices her matress. "Seriously! That was like the most comfortable matress in the world." She sighs. "What do you want?"

"It's time." Wesker says with his back turned to her.

"Ah yes. Time to get your pussy." Bio laughs. Wesker gets full of rage and is about to punch the lights out of her when she raises her hand. "Hey. I wouldn't do that if I were you. You need me for this plan."

Wesker clenches his fist and walks away. "Get in the car."

Bio runs after him. "Wait. We have a car?!?"

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Sherry's POV

Walking with Leon was always nice. He, with Claire, saved me back in Raccoon City. We met again in China. I was escorting Jake to my superior, Simmons. Leon warned me about Simmons' true intentions. I owe him alot.

"So... Sherry. Do you want to get some ice cream? I'll pay." Leon asks.

"Sure." I say.

We are walking down the block when a car stops next to us. The driver looks familiar and the girl in the passengers seat looks pretty chill. At first glance, the man looks like my dad's colleague, Albert Wesker. But I know for a fact that he is dead. The car drives away after a few moments of the girl looking through her purse. She was probably looking for her phone. Teens always lose those things. Speaking about phones, Jake was texting me in the morning. He, with the rest of the Alpha Team, went after a lead in Piers' case this morning. I need to respond to his texts before he starts to worry. (Very OOC)

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"Why did we just drive by them? Couldn't we just snatch her up right then and there?"

I couldn't handle this girl, my daughter. I have confirmed it. She is Crazy. Her mind is full of knowledge, yet she wants everything easy.

"Hey. Pops. I asked you a question. "

"Hey. Brat. Isn't it obvious? " I smirk and turn to the road.

She had her mouth wide open. I obviously beat her in this war of words. I had to explain it to her anyways.

"You need to visualize the target in order to go to it or them. Now. Commense the plan before I regret not pinching your lights out. "