Resident Evil Neurosis

Disclaimers: I do not own Resident Evil or Harry Potter they are the sole property of Capcom/J.K. Rowling and other affiliated companies. Except for the characters I created.

Hey I'm back thanks for the wait, I hope you guys like it. I've decided to actually switch it up, kind of like what the girl did in the "Carrie" remake. So Sirius will flashback to the events that unfolded during their investigation, afterwards the story will pick-up to what happened during RE 2. Enjoy I hope you like the changes, if not I could always change it back.

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Raccoon City Police Department

S.T.A.R.S. [Bravo] Team

Sergeant Sirius Black

Sergeant Sirius Black Report

On July 23rd, we were ordered to investigate the recent

cannibalistic murders in the Arklay Mountain region.

Led by Captain Enrico Marini, S.T.A.R.S. Bravo team

helicopter experienced engine trouble, and we were forced

to land several miles away from our designated drop-off

point. After securing our equipment we went out into the

forest and begun our investigation, as stated in my primarily

report we came across the overturned MP vehicle and its

former inhabitants. From there our team spilt into groups

of two's. I was paired up with our new recruit MD Rebecca

Chambers.

During our investigation, Rebecca and I came across a

train. We later found out that the train was used by

Umbrella to transport their workers, Rebecca entered

the train first before the door automatically locked.

After speaking to Rebecca briefly, I ordered her to do a

sweep of the train and secure it till I returned with back-up.

I was able to locate two of my subordinates though their

condition was not as I had last seen. Like the MP's and their

execute-to-be Andrew body was torn asunder, what was left

of him was currently being eaten by three dogs. Edward

Dewey our co-pilot was being attacked by the rest of the pack,

I intervene and we were able to make it halfway to the train.

Before we could safely reach our destination the remaining

pack attacked us Timothy Rodland assisted us by distracting

the dogs. We proceeded to the designated vander view point,

we entered the train via window.

Upon entrance into the train we came across MD Chambers,

unfortunately our canine friends followed along. We disposed

of them shortly and attempted to give Edward medical attention

he was too badly wounded and died of blood loss before we could

radio in for back-up. We were able to start-up the train, from

there we found ourselves at an abandoned compound the

compound would later prove to be home of our cannibals.

If I were to describe these people it would be much easier to

tell you to watch a "Children of the Corn" movie. Ritualistic

sacrifices was practiced here routinely, it was here that we were

able to locate the rest of our team. Kenneth was being prepped

for sacrifice, whilst Enrico looked on. We interrupted the ritual

and was able to save Enrico life, unfortunately Kenneth was

killed by their leader. It would seem that the majority of the

compound inhabitants were women and children, while one

man ruled them. Enrico escaped to radio in for assistance,

Rebecca and I on the other hand attempted to divert attention.

Kenneth had set up a series of explosives around the compound,

we barely escaped the explosives. Once more we were separated,

but I was able to retrieve documents that showed that another

nest lied in the vicinity, the H.I.V.E. so to speak. I have

included the documents as well as the other ones I'd found.

I made my way to the next nest and met up with Alpha team,

who'd been dispatched to ascertain our location. Together we

made our way throughout the compound and encountered a

series of traps and animals. I was united with three members

of Bravo; MD Rebecca Chambers, Timothy Rodland, and

Richard Aiken. Bravo and Alpha team joined forces and

begun to search for the true culprit. Unfortunately we were

once again separated. We would later find the rest of our

comrades in a prison.

Fortunately for them our medic was captured, she was able

to provide medical assistance to all that were injured.

Captain Wesker, Barry Burton, Chris Redfield and I were

able to locate the man responsible. He was holding Captain

Marin hostage we attempted to diffuse the situation, but then

Jill Valentine came barreling through the door gun blazing.

thanks to her over zealousness Captain Marin was critically

wounded, Burton and myself tried to put pressure to the

wound but it was too late.

During our impromptu medical service, Redfield and

Captain Wesker gave chase, during the struggle Captain

Wesker was wounded and died. We disposed of the leader

and proceeded to free our comrades, during our escape we

came across a lab. As it turned out both the compound and

mansion were homes to renegade scientists. They had worked

for the Umbrella Corporation several years ago under

Dr. Marcus; Dr. Marcus was killed by his own experiment

decades ago it would seem that his subordinates carried on

his work after his demise. One of the scientists activated the

self-destruct sequence and freed one of their experiment,

Dr. Marcus only son.

We were able to contact Alpha team pilot, and quickly

made our way to the helicopter only to be intercepted

repeatedly by him. Finally Redfield used a rocket launcher

and disposed of him once and for all. That is the conclusion

of my report, let it be noted that S.T.A.R.S. Officer Jill

Valentine suffered traumatic psychological damage I would

suggest that Ms. Valentine be placed on temporary leave of

absence following psychological evaluation. I see no reason to

launch an investigation seeing as the true culprit has already been

disposed of. Besides neither the department nor city can

handle further financial strain in light of the countless pending

lawsuits.

Raccoon City Police Department

S.T.A.R.S. [Bravo] Team

Sergeant Sirius Black


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"You bastard how could you!"

"I'm sorry Ms. Valentine did you have something to say."

Slap!

"You lied you know what really happened. What Umbrella paying you to keep your mouth shut?"

"Ms. Valentine I'm so sorry for your lost but the fact is that you cannot spread such widely accusations without any evidence, and to speak so badly towards Umbrella the very corporation that has been helping our fair city is sheer blasphemy."

"You want proof captain I have the proof." Jill replied as she held up a thick folder, opening it she stared in surprise at was inside. "Where is it?"

"Where is what Ms. Valentine?" Sirius asked genuinely confused.

Suddenly remembering where she was she look at Sirius and pointed her finger at him "You, you stole it."

"Ms. Valentine you'll have to be a bit more elaborate, the fact is I've stolen countess 'things' from you."

Jill cheeks flushed in embarrassment by his offhand remark it was true Sirius had stolen from her a lot of things like, including her ex-fiancé and several awards.

"The files! The files me and Chris collected during the mission, their missing I know you had something to do with it." Jill accused, her finger still aimed at him.

Didn't she know that it was rude to point your finger at someone; Sirius had to cross his arms just keep himself from reaching over and breaking her arm.

"Ms. Valentine I know not what you speak of, but I'm sure that Dr. Raves would just love to see you. You remember Dr. Raves right the department psychiatrist, I recalled he helped you after your father took his life oh so tragically." He drawled out in mock sympathy. He smiled malevolently inside as Jill pulled back her finger (finally) and instead balled it into a fist he knew all too well that her father suicide was a sore topic, a very sore topic. "I understand truly that you are under a great deal of duress, that's why both Chief Iron and myself have arranged for your temporary leave of absence. During that time you are under department regulation to see either the therapist we have provided for you, free of charge or your own. It should also be noted Ms. Valentine that you will not be permitted entrance here into you bring back documents stating that you are capable of performing without a breakdown, for better words.

Everyone in the building was now quiet at that simple command, if you would even call it that. Temporary leave of absence was just a nice way to say that you're fired or in her case, two foots were hanging precariously close to the door.

"This is bullshit! Fucking….."

"I would watch your mouth or else I might just not pay you for your R and R." Smiling Sirius patted her shoulders in mock sincerity and added in a sugary tone. "I'm sure you can call Jeff to keep you company, oh wait he left you for your tranny roommate so sorry to bad, tick tock, tick tock."

Jill fist flew out and Sirius easily caught it twisting her arm he pushed her into the desk and whispered in her ear.

"Valentine I know you and I don't see eye to eye….ugh."

Jill started to twist around, pulling away Sirius buried his knees into her back and continued, "But the fact is I'm you commanding officer now and I refuse to allow such a valuable officer such as you're self to go. Now when I let you go I hope you won't be foolish enough to attack me, because if you do I will plant three bullets in your knees and you will instead be starting your vacation at the hospital, is that understood Valentine.

"Yes sir." She dejectedly replied.

"I can't hear you."

"Sir, yes sir."

Stepping away he allowed Jill to right herself.

Jill turned to him and shot him an evil glare before, "This isn't over Black, not by a long shot."

"You couldn't be more right.' He murmured.

"What's going on here? Valentine aren't you on leave, then why the hells are you here then?"

Turning they were greeted by the sight of Chief Iron hulking form.

"Yes very much sir, I was just addressing Ms. Valentine about our new procedure, isn't that right Jill."

"Yes it is, Sirius."

"Is that so, may I ask what this procedure is." Chief Iron confusedly asked, secretly enjoying the close proximity he now shared with Sirius Black. Who know with him being Umbrella unofficial spokesperson, he might just get that….

"I would be happy to tell you over dinner that is." Sirius answered in a seductive tone.

Gulping chief iron stuttered out, "exc….excuse me."

"Dinner silly just the two of us, of course it will be strictly business. But who knows there may be pleasure later." Sirius purred out, the temperature in the department dropping low as every male head turned to stare at them.

Most of them cursing their Chief luck, others surprised that Sirius was finally letting up on Chief Iron; it was well known that he found the man in better terms outrageously creepy. He'd once compared him to a serious rapist and found his artwork somewhat fascinating, and downright graphic.

"I would love, umm of course business." Chief Iron replied in a neutral tone, though inside he was jumping with glee. His inner Iron was currently doing the worm and a series of flips.

"Good, Valentine you are dismissed. Go outside enjoy the bird pooping, flowers drooping, baby drooling and all that happy stuff."

Jill shot him one more glare before turning and walking out the door, inadvertently pushing out of her way.

This was all a game, and at the moment Jill was his Pawn; an invaluable piece that would remain unseen till just the right moment. Turning to Iron he offered him a small smile; the fool he was merely another chess piece onboard of this turbulent platform. Nothing more nothing less, Umbrella had all ready lost their Knight. Only one more remained and like a domino they would all come tumbling down till their King was all alone, and then he would skewer him with the hottest poker he could find. Dismembering him would be tidiest, but the sheer amount of pleasure he would derive from the act would more than make up for the sufficient amount evidence left over from the murder. Umbrella had made a big mistake but had they not done the same.


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Flashback Begins

"Do you know why you are here Mr. Potter?" A voice drawled out.

"No I didn't get any…" Shaking his head in response, Harry begun to answer the question directed at him from the man.

"Silence you insufferable brat." The man hissed out.

Harry eyes narrowed angrily on the oily haired man seated several feet above him, strange he had a striking resemblance to Snape. Probably a family member of the discontent was anything to go by.

Taking a calming breath, "You just asked m…"

"The question didn't ask for a response, you insufferable brat!" The man replied in rage.

"Then why the hell did he ask me the bloody question….you….you greasy haired…!" Harry shouted.

"Imbecile it was rhetorical!" The man shouted back just as loudly.

"You irritating sonofa…..!" Harry said as he stood up.

"Whoa, whoa Harry."

A male voiced called out form his right, turning to look he was greeted by the sight of a handsome blond-haired man.

"I can call you Harry right or, Mr. Po…." He softly asked.

"You can call me Harry." He quickly blurted out his face flushing darkly at the chuckled response for his answer. It would seem that the beautiful blond had a history of, well anything.

"Okay Harry. It says in this report that earlier this month, during a dueling class you called upon a snake to attack a classmate of yours…"

"No….ahh…yes….damn." Harry muttered.

"No you didn't conjure the snake, or you did conjure said reptilian." The blond man asked a prefect pout covered his features. Harry narrowed his eyes at the blonde so that was his game; trick you with his looks so one would reply. He rather liked the Snape look-a-like and Malfoy Sr. at least their manipulation weren't so cowardly or hidden.

"No Mr.…."

"Oh excuse me Mr. Selwyn." He interrupted. "But you can call me Erik." He practically purred his blues eyes resting on Harry's form.

"How about not Mr. Selwyn, and you can call me Mr. Potter." He coldly replied, shooting the "Erik" a piercing glare that would make even Snape proud.

The man did indeed cringe as he stared at the once entranced youth, a chuckle from the Erik's left caused them both to turn to look at Lucius Malfoy. Huffing irritably at Malfoy, Erik turned to look at Harry once more shooting the youth a come-hither look.

"Very well Mr. Potter." Selwyn simpered.

Scowling at the man's tenacity Harry stuck his finger at him; his mouth dropped in shock much to the amusement of his peers.

"Tsk, tsk it would seem those muggle relative did nothing to curb that temper…"

"If you're going to sit here and give me a big ol lecture about the pureblood way then save it…."

"For me to teach you our ways you would have to be pure, half-breed." He sneered.

"Funny you know preaching about pureblood supremacy when it's such a well known fact that all the great pureblooded families carry creature blood." Harry remarked a condescending smile cleverly in place.

His smile disappeared as did that of the others.

"It would seem the little kitten has some bite." Erik mockingly replied.

"Little kitten has claws to, would you like to see them, Erik?" Harry sneered.

"You fifthly little Half-br..." Erik hissed through clenched teeth.

"That is enough Erik." Lucius called out.

"But….but….Lucius…." Erik stuttered out in response.

"It is your own fault for baiting Mr. Potter. It would seem his magic is not the only thing that needs to be cured, as you were saying before." Lucius drawled.

"But of course, Mr. Potter. Did you or did you not conjure and entranced the serpent to attack young Mr. Malfoy?" He asked.

"No. I didn't even conjure the bloody snake, that stupid idiot Lockhart did it."

"Mr. Potter it would not do to lie."

"He's not lying." Lucius absently remarked.

"Lucius." A red-haired woman breathed out.

"He's telling the truth." He repeated. "Both my son and Severus were there, they witnessed the event and they both saw that idiot Lockhart conjure the snake. The inept fool was unable to banish it and…"

"I told it not to hurt him. I told the snake to leave him alone and it just did. I swear Mr. Malfoy."

"I believe you Harry."He said as he gave him a reassuring smile one Harry happily returned much to the ire of Erik.

"How can we be sure...?" A young raven-haired woman softly question.

"What reason do I have to lie to you?" Harry asked.

"I don't know, to continue going to our school." The greasy-haired man sneered.

"No offense but I'm better off not going back. The whole school thinks I'm some Medusa like person going around turning people into stone. I told that dumbass Dumbledore and Snape that it was this monstrous snake, ohh but no one bleeping believes me."

"Would you repeat that?" Lucius quietly asked.

"I said that I'm better off not going back, what with the whole school thinking I'm the one turning people into stone."

"No, the part about the monstrous snake as you called it."

"It was huge I don't know how it was making its way around the school without anyone noticing it. Wait a second you know about the snake!" Harry cried out.

"It is called the Basilisk." The greasy-haired git remarked.

"Silias…." The raven-haired woman cried out in shock.

"Calm yourself Beatrice. And to answer your question Mr. Potter…" Silias said.

"Harry I feel as though we are becoming one big happy family. I see no reason to not permit you from utilizing my first name, except of course Selwyn."

"Very well Harry, the basilisk is similar to the legendary creature that one of the founders birthed and hatched, and out swarmed the Basilisk."

"How….how…did he hatch it?" Harry asked timidly.

"Very good question Harry, on a full moon night Salazar Slytherin bested even the snake Goddess Minoan by hatching a chicken egg on the back of a toad. At least that's what the legend says. No one knew how he was able to actually complete this nor were any able to successful complete the same technique." He continued sighing into his hands as he spoke of the mischievous deed that'd cost him (Harry) his life. "Anyway no one knew where he'd hidden the Basilisk, though numerous items of his those point towards it. It is written in a language that too few of us are able to repeat."

"And what language is that, Silias."

"Parseltongue." He simply said.

"Great another reason for people to stare at me, it's not like I'm a bigger freak with this accursed scar on my bloody forehead I can make pleasantries with snakes." Harry ranted. "So what happens to me?" He asked knowing all too well the outcomes were not looking very, convincing.

"Though we all in this room believe of your tale, the Minister on the other hand is not so easily convinced. As far as he's concern you are guilty and as such.."

"Hold on I was voted guilty before I even entered this room!" Harry remarked, an incredulous expression laid out across his face.

"Not by us I assure you Har…"

"Fuck your assurances it was already decided then why am I here?"

Sighing Lucius Malfoy looked into the eyes of the former Boy-Who-Lived or in this case Boy-Who-Seriously-Very-Pissed, "The Minster had hoped you would be willing to admit to the crime and tell us how to procure an antidote." He added mournfully. "For a lesser sentencing, of course."

"Well I can't admit to something I never did." Harry replied.

"That is so right Mr. Potter. I am very sorry for this; hopefully the true culprit will be located during your absence."

"Don't care juts don't come looking for me." Harry whispered quietly.

"Uhm…Uhm." An atrociously pink clad toad-like woman haughtily tutted.

"What!" Lucius screamed out irritably.

"Uhm Lucius." The woman breathed out heatedly.

Everyone within the room cringed at her blatant attempt of flirtation.

"Yes Ms. Umbridge." Lucius remarked his stiffening features not giving away to the nausea he felt.

Giggling she replied, "I told you Lucius to call me Dolores."

Lucius swallowed thickly several time before saying, "Ahh…D…Dol…Dolores."

"Yes well Minister Fudge has the verdict for Mr. Potter-Black." She tutted in false pity, her eyes gave away to the pleasure she derived from his execution.

Several members of the tribunal began to shout at the Ministers undersecretary blatant disregard of their opinion, raising his hand Lucius quieted them down.

"Very well may I have it?" Lucius asked.

"You can have anything you want Lucius." She simpered.

Harry didn't even bother hiding the gagging sounds that escaped his lips, several members of the tribunal chuckled along with him.

Cheeks flushed red in embarrassment she sneered at the youth before replying, "I wouldn't be smiling if I was you. By the time the minister is done with you, you'll learn who's really in charge, boy."

His eyes narrowed at that word so reminiscent of his Uncle.

"Lord Harridan James Potter-Black…."

Harry raised his eyes in confusion at that.

"The Ministry of Magic without consulting from us has already ruled: that Lord Harridan James Potter-Black you are hereby order to pay restitution to the students and their family in the amount of three hundred and thirty thousand galleons that were harmed through your devious actions…." Lucius read irritably from the sheet of paper, obviously written by Fudge himself. The bloody pounce, too much of a coward to carry the deed out himself. "…You are also hereby expelled from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy, your wand will be snapped and powers binded. Seeing as how you are still a minor you are reprimanded to the care of your Muggle Aunt and Uncle. All of your properties and money will be held by the Ministry into you are of age, when it will then be taken by the Minstery and divided among remaining relatives, but if during that time you either wed or father a male child then the money will be turned to your spouse for his or her usage, or kept till your child becomes of age. If I were you Mr. Potter-Black I would write a will, to keep the undeserving from inheriting your….money."

"Any questions, Harry."

"Nope, I'm obviously not going to see my day in court."

"I am so sorry Mr. Potter for this." Umbridge replied patting his arm in a kind, reassuring gesture.

"Just because I won't have my magic anymore, doesn't mean I won't snap your hands if you ever touch me again." He hissed out.

The woman paled at his threat before holding out her hand for his wand, Harry threw the wand into the fireplace.

"There I hope it burns like you all will in the fiery pit of hell."

Everyone was taking aback by the rage behind his green eyes.

"Harry..." Lucius weakly called after him.

"Save it I'm out of here." He replied before storming through the door.

Unfortunately the moment he step through the door there was a flurry of reporters and "concern" parents.

"Mr. Potter-Black are you following the path of your godfather?"

"Mr. Potter-Black why did you do it and is there a way to reverse the effects?"

Harry could see his aunt and uncle standing near the door a fearful expression on their face at the sight of so many "Freaks". He slowly began to making his way towards them.

"Mr. Potter-Black! Mr. Potter-Black, if your parents were still alive how do you think they would feel about your actions?"

Stopping at that comment he turned to the reporter, "Well they have to be alive to actually voice their opinion." He remarked coldly, much to the shock of the gatherers. Harry Potter had gone dark.

"Harry" Some called out to his right, turning he was greeted by a very familiar red-haired family and a not so familiar couple, Hermione's parent.

Harry turned and continued walking away.

"You bastard don't walk away!" Ron roared out as he punched harry across his face. He fell to the ground and the red-haired atop tried frantically to choke the life out of him. He was dimly aware as his vision began to fade away of someone puling the boy off of him.

"You bastard take it off. Take whatever you have on her off!" Ron screamed in rage barely being restrained by two older red-heads, he assumed they were his brother Bill and Charlie.

"For me to do that I would have to been the one to cast it you idiot. I don't even know any advanced spells, do you?" Harry furiously questioned his onetime best-mate.

"Yes you do you killed the Dark Lord, you spoke to that snake. How do we know that when the Dark Lord tried to "kill" you he didn't leave something besides that scar?" Ron spat.

Everyone became very quiet at that simple suggestion; of course the Dark Lord had been defeated by an infant there were bound to be side effects beside his scar. And now everyone would be wishing to help poor little Harry Potter, the boy who suffered oh so much.

"Haha…you know what Ron, Malfoy was right I should've known better to make niceties with a family that can barely afford to buy their kid s books that aren't spit in or broken and live out of Old Mother Hubbard's shoe."

SLAP!

Harry's head was flung to the side by the force Hermione's mother slapping him.

"You bastard, you little bastard she was your friend how could you" She choked out as her husband clunged onto her struggling form.

"I assure you madam that my parents were at least married when I was consummated." Harry replied. Mrs. Granger face flushed in embarrassment at that slip of information.

"Mr. Potter please, please I beg of you just give us back our little girl. Please I beg you." The man begged pathetically.

"Mr. Granger I'm sorry for what happened with Hermione I love her like a sister..." Ron snorted at that, ignoring him Harry continued, "…but I didn't do it. I just hope…:"

"I hope you burn in hell for what you did." Mrs. Granger spat out angrily.

"Lady I'm all ready in hell." Harry simply remarked. "You'll all realize how wrong you are and when you do don't come kissing up to my arse."

"Your right Harry we were wrong to ever trust you. After all you are the-Boy-Who-Lived." Mr. Weasley haughtily replied.

Harry looked away at that, "You should know that I never wanted that title, I hated it just as much as I hated…." Harry turned before he continued making his way towards the door, as the Aurors hurried to open the door for their tarnished hero. Harry stopped before turning to look at the family he desired so much for his own. "For what it's worth I really wished I could've been the boy you wanted, but I'm no hero I'm just plain old Harry Potter. The boy with a fucked-up scar branded on his forehead." Harry replied.

All the gathered spectators were blinded as a flash of light appeared from the opening door and then Harry Potter was no more.

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Hadn't they called him a monster, a murder, and a harlot. It was about time he lived up to his names; literally. This twisted game was jumping starting, but he still couldn't help but to flinch as memories begun to resurface. Where had it gone wrong? Why? He asked himself over and over but the answers still eluded him. And as he stood in this room his mind begun to spin out of control, clutching his forehead he wave Iron and the rest of the rats away.

Opening the door he walked outside and quickly begun to make his way to his motorcycle, straddling the bike he pulled out the key and started the engine. Revving it up he started to pull away for his parking space. Looking through his rearview mirror he was more than aware of the sniper rifle trained directly at him. It would seem that he'd taken the bait everything was going smoothly, but he knew all too well that nothing ever goes as planned. Let the festivities begin who knows he might just get a new gun out of this deal.


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Today was just not her day; she'd woken up two hours late, burnt the toast and her coffee had spilled all over her stomach giving her mild burns. Going to headquarters she thought that everything was going to be alright and that Umbrella would pay for what they had done, but she was wrong. As it turned out Sirius their acting leader held a news conference sighting that all allegations that Umbrella was directly involve was false, he spun a sugary, deceptive and actually clever tale. She grudgingly admitted that he was a very convincing Actor and an even more convincing liar. And to make matters worse that little creep had pinned the whole Umbrella conspiracy on her, now everyone thought that she was crazy. She was even facing an investigation from I.A. due to her alleged alcoholism. Now everyone thought she was directly responsible for Enrico's death and an alcoholic.

'Sirius Black was a bastard plain and simple', she swore in her mind.

When she reached headquarters everything just got even worst. She'd been bar access to the Department pending her psychological evaluation; all gear and weapon were to be handed over for her protection. She almost shot the little shit till she saw Chris, he helped her get inside and once she was in she made her way to newly promoted Captain Sirius Black new office. There he was leaning against the table as he reviewed some file Thompson from Narcotics had been waving frantically for him to read, the idiot half the men in the Department catered to Black demands. Oh but he wasn't easy, she new for a fact the Chris would give his left nut just for a glance. Today it would seem he had decided to wear clothing;

His black slacks were formfitting clinging to his hips and ass before it flaring out at his thighs; they were tucked neatly into ankle length two inched black boots. They were actually pretty nice his boots the style reminded her of the Victorian age. And to finish his new look he wore a black vest over a white short sleeved shirt. All in all he was very chic, damn him for always looking nice. She noted though that he had bandages wrapped around top portion of his arms. Big green eyes looked up at her from behind black Swarovski crystal encrusted glasses; looking up from the file he gave her a smile and waved off his disappointed admirer who had the nerve to shoot her a glare as he left the room.

"Good morning, Jill feeling any better."

Her mouth fell open; she was quite literally gobsmack by his polite greeting.

"Was there something you wanted to discuss with me? Jill you don't look alright do you need a doctor."

That…that bastard had the nerve to greet her like they were old friend and play oblivious to her questioning. Somehow all their files they'd been able to collect during their mission had mysterious disappeared leaving behind blank sheets of papers; she just knew he had something to do with it besides her he was the only one who had accessed to them and that confused expression on his face was perfect the conniving lil artist. She had slapped him across the face in anger at that stupid question and even stupider expression. That slap had actually made her day.

And when she went in to slap him again he easily subdued her, he'd let her hit him the first time but now he was going to show her just who was in charge. For someone so small he sure as hell was strong. She'd struggled at first but then he had dug his knees into her back. He'd threatened to shoot her if she ever thought to lay a hand on him again, before telling her that she was on paid leave following a psychological evaluation; sighting her late father debilitating mental health and suicide.

That bastard!

He knew that was a sore subject for her a very sore subject. How she wanted to tell him off and slap that ridiculous smirk off his face, but as though on cue Chief Iron appeared. Black much to her astonishment played it off as a meeting and poured the charm on full blast effectively distracting Iron and securing a date, oh my bad a 'business meeting'. He dismissed her and she angrily made her way to the front door, shoving Reynolds from I.A. out of the way. She had a prior engagement to make and as much a she despised Black, he just saved her from Iron.

Making her way towards her truck she turned to her left and sighted Black beautiful custom motorcycle, his only momentum of his deceased Godfather. Sometimes she couldn't help but to wonder if that façade of a cruel, conscienceless, promiscuous deviant was merely that a façade. He was kid, a cruel kid but a kid nonetheless. Sighing she opened her ragged truck and pulled herself into it, starting it up she slowly started pull herself away from the lot. Maybe she could make a quick stop at the grave and visit her father.


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Jill knocked on the door twice, she turned her head to the side seeing no one she opened the door. She entered into the small apartment and caught sight of all her colleagues Alpha and Bravo. Brad their cowardly pilot was peering out of the window every few seconds, paranoid little worm why he was here she would never know besides his skills in regards to copters he was little more than extra baggage. She turned to her right and saw Barry reclining on the couch with Forest, their newly promoted vehicle specialist. Whilst Rebecca Chambers the Bravo team medic stood to the side carefully applying some healing ointment to Richard Aiken, leering over them was Timothy Rodland Bravo team sniper. The lil creep was peering into Chambers blouse, a quick slap to the back of his head from…..

"You what the hell is he doing here!" Jill screamed as she caught sight of Black reclining form against the fireplace mantle.

"Nice to see you to, Valentine." Sirius greeted her sarcastically.

"Chris."

Chris poked his head into the room and then tried to pull it back.

"Oh no you don't Redfield, you bring your ass back in here."Jill said as she crooked her finger at her partner. Chris dragged himself into the room sighing and pouting along the way.

"Sighing ain't gonna change a damn thing." Sirius offhandedly remarked.

Chris seemed to perk up the moment Sirius addressed him. Everyone rolled their eyes, how the hell could he (Sirius) so dam oblivious. Chris should just suck it up and ask him out already it was annoying watching this pathetic display, pathetic.

"Jill, relax. There is a perfectly good explanation to why Sirius is here." Barry said his hands held up in surrender.

"I don't want to hear an explanation I want him gone that bastard…" Jill angrily remarked as her rage became directed at him.

"Excuse me Ms. Valentine but I know who my father is just not where he is, thank you very much." Sirius added.

"Umm, ugh!" Timothy awkwardly coughed.

"Okay now that awkwardness over lets get on to the real reason we are here." Barry replied as he shot them all a punishing look.

"Jill have a seat, Sirius if you have nothing nice to say…." Richard said in a reproachful tone.

"Don't say anything at all." Sirius finished in a detached tone.

"All right then on with our plan." Timothy said happily.

"What plan?" Jill stupidly asked.

"My master plan, Ms. Valentine." Sirius supplied in a condescending tone.

Jill glared at him, his only respond was to lift his eyebrows.

"Well as much as I would love to just stay and reminisce I have a new recruit to meet, so let's hurry this meeting along."

"Really wow, what's his name." Forest asked excitedly.

"Leon Scott Kennedy."

"What kind of name is that?" Timothy asked, as he looked around.

"I don't know I'm not from this damn country"

"This damn country has treated you well Captain." Jill reminded him.

Tilting his head to the side he purred in a mocking tone, "Jealous, Valentine."

"Of who, you."

"You ask a question then you answer your own question, hmm lonely much." Sirius remarked with a tilt of his head.

"You little…."

"Enough already, do I have to put you two in the corner." Barry remarked as he stood up.

"Anyway, on with the plan."

"Well seeing as you have been instrumental to the plan."

"What? What is he talking about?"

"Why do you think that at the moment you are on leave, instead of inside a hot room with I.A. breathing down your neck?"

"Oh I should think you for saving me from one hell and putting me another. Thanks to you everyone thinks I'm heading down the same path as my father."

"And are you?"

"What? How the hell can you ask that, of course I'm not."

"I beg to differ you should see yourself. When was the last time you actually slept? I mean close your eyes and drifted away blissfully unaware of the world. When was last you had decent meal? Not that generic garbage across the street. If I didn't know better I would say you look like the living dead, but not to worry you're not thin enough. Ahhh, I think Bradley said the same thing."

"Uuhhh, on no Sirius didn't." Timothy remarked a she rolled his eyes and snapped his fingers.

Sirius slapped him in the back of his head.

"If I needed a fucking audience I would've pressed the applause button, seeing as I didn't I suggest you keep your simpleton remarks to yourself or else your teeth will be making a close encounter with the floor. Anyway as I was saying you at moment aren't in any position to be of use in this mission."

"Mission what mission?"

"Jill we've found information that Umbrella has begun researching a new type of virus called the G-virus. It's a new strain of the one we encountered in the mansion." Chris answered his voice laced with anger.

"What haven't they done enough?" Jill asked in anger.

"Obviously not, little is known about this new virus except that the infectees form of infecting is slightly different." Sirius remarked with a shrug of his shoulders.

"How so?" Richard asked looking up from his hands.

"Well for you to get a better grasp of it let me explain just what exactly the T-virus is and how it was created." Sirius said as he gave his friend a warm smile.

"Ohh story time." Timothy happily replied as he clapped his hand enthusiastically.

Sirius eyebrow twitched before he continued with his explanation, 'Moron's the lot of them, bloody moron'

"Anyway, the T-virus is actually a diluted strain of the Ebola virus, for those unfamiliar with the Ebola virus it's basically a parasitic virus that survives through the usage of a host. The Ebola virus is a tricky virus seeing as it kills the host to quickly it's unable to spread further. It's been documented that those infect die ten days for a person to die from this virus, those days that lead up to their demise is painful extremely painful. Their body deteriorates from inside like, one system crashes after another making it easily reciptible to the fever that is commonly associated with the virus. Fortunately though the virus can only be spread by direct contact, it is also extremely sensitive to sunlight. This virus can be easily contained seeing as that it is unable to survive without a human host for too long."

"Whoa."

"Whoa indeed. The T-virus isn't the first of Umbrellas creation just the more effective. The first virus was discovered by Umbrella founding members called the Progenitor little is known about this virus in regards to the actual components, except that it is extremely mutatious. Those tested both mammal and non-mammals, underwent violent and uncontrollable changes on the cellular level. The changes they went through differed depending on what type of creature was experimented on. Like if they experiment on say a…."

"Dog…" Brad helpfully added.

"Okay a dog. Their muscle tissue develops rapidly causing their skin to tear, thereby exposing their muscle system. Even though this exposure may leave them weaker these guys become faster, stronger and much more aggressive. That's the side effect to a majority of the experiment, those that were proven useless were scraped and disposed of. But we've seen just how well Umbrella is at disposing their creations."

"But what about their human experiments? You know the people we found in the lab" Forest clarified.

"Barry, Chris you remember the young lady we encountered during our search."

"There was a young lady, I don't remember seeing that." Chris remarked.

"He's talking about quasi." Barry reminded him.

"Oh, that was a girl." Chris asked an incredulous expression across his face.

"Actually she was a young woman by the name of Lisa Trevor, the daughter of famed architect George Trevor. The Trevor family disappeared in early November of 1967, to this day they've never been located."

"Then how did she become, you know all freaky looking." Timothy said scrunching his nose in disgust, as he remembered the young woman form.

"As it turns out George Trevor was hired by Spencer to design and construct his mansion, what he neglected to tell Mr. Trevor was that both his family and himself were to be used as guinea pigs. The lighter we found was his and so was that skeleton and grave. His wife didn't survive the experiments but his daughter did. Which leaves me to this theory, that not everyone is as receptacle to the virus. Perhaps it's like natural selection, just base on your chemical makeup. Either way this girl spent the last three decades under Umbrella microscope, she is in a way the mother to all their later experiments and viruses."

"Moving on the T-virus like its predecessor is extremely uncontrollable, but unlike the Progenitor virus its spreadable. Making containment impossible; it spreads through rats to squirrels, to pets and plants and humans and other mammals. Bite, scratch, these are just one of the ways to infect another with the virus. Rash, loss of appetite and insomnia is one of the many, many symptoms of the virus. But where the Progenitor failed this virus succeeded, Umbrella has based its numerous experiments and viruses off of the T-virus. Which leads us to the G-virus, this virus is unlike any of Umbrellas creation simply because this virus attempts to spread itself through reproduction."

"Whoa, whoa wait a minute it rapes people?" Timothy asked.

"Yes and no, in a way it is rape but the process in which it reproduce is through impregnation. The carrier of the virus are more animalistic in nature, they instinctively seek out carriers with whom to perpetuate their species, though those impregnated rarely survive."

"Why the, wait let me guess they have to share the same DNA." Timothy remarked.

"Very good Timmy, you get a cookie." Sirius replied with a smirk.

"Yeah! Cookie, cookie." Timothy happily remarked as he clapped his hands enthusiastically. He paused though as he caught his comrades humorous expressions. "Where is my cookie?" Timothy stupidly asked.

"Moving on the Mother/carrier had to share the same DNA structure as the infector or else the embryo will try to escape via the chest cavity. Kind of like the Aliens, you know the Sigourney Weaver movie. Anyway moving on the exact method of impregnation eludes me at the moment the information we have on it is scarce, which leads to our mission. Umbrella owns several property and businesses around the world mainly in third world countries such as Haiti, Africa, remote regions in China and India. Destitute countries such as those are easy testing grounds no one will notice if a few people or an entire village goes missing. Umbrella is cunning that way, but so are we. One piece of property that is of interest to me is Rockfort Island. Rockfort Island is located off the coast of European coats, the former inhabitants were driven off the island and those foolish enough to stay were imprisoned. Think of it as a place where those who piss off Umbrella is sent, those unfortunate enough to be sent there usually end up as guinea pigs. From what I've gathered the Island is the home to Alexander Ashford and his twins Alfred and Alexia, Alexia and Alexander has been missing for a little more than a decade. Alfred on the other hand is just plan cuckoo, let's see cross-dressing, impersonating his twin. Ahh! A good one multi-personality disorder, wow does Umbrella know how to choose them or what. I couldn't get more on this place it's classified and I could only hack so far into the system without getting caught."

"Good job Sirius. Now our investigation has led us this far. But we need additional information and proof before we bring Umbrella to justice, hence the mission." Barry added as he made his way to stand next to Sirius. "We've all been either disposed of or placed on leave, granting us an opportunity."

"Okay get on with the damn thing." Timothy remarked as he jumped giddily on his seat.

"Captain." Barry said a she turned to Sirius, the youth rolled his eyes before righting himself.

"Listen were going to spilt the team into group of fours; Barry and Chris will be investigating the Umbrella European HQ in France, your is to job find out more about the G and this Nemesis program they've started. Forest and Rebecca will follow along as your support team; if anything goes wrong these two can pull you out or break in, which ever. Timothy and Richard will pose as guards and infiltrate Rockfort Island research facility you're our eyes and ears, so no flirting with the transvestite Timothy."

Everyone chuckle at the order while Timothy pouted.

"Hey it's not my fault if he makes a nice looking chic, but don't worry Sirius you're the only cross-dresser for me."

"Funny Timothy seeing as how you enjoy wearing leopard print….."

"Sssh, heehee such a kidder." Timothy joking remarked as he pressed his hands against Sirius mouth.

"Move your hand away from my mouth Timothy. I don't if you were jerking off with it."

"No it's my left, on Tuesdays I use my right."

"Okay unwanted info."

"What about us?"Jill asked a worried crossed her features; she had a nagging suspicion that she wouldn't like her mission.

"Funny thing you ask, Jill. You remember your leave pending evaluation. You didn't think I gave you that just to fuck with you, did you. Well you and Vickers here will be remaining here at home base; your job will be to keep in eye on the happenings of the city. I had to put you on leave because everyone would be suspicious of you snooping, but not Brad. It's about time that cowardly façade of yours was put to better use. Well with that said and done dismiss."

At the command they began to clear out of the room one by one till only she and Sirius remained.

Taking a deep breath Sirius slowly stood up to hsi feet and stretched. "Well I'm calling it quits."

Knowing all to well the woman's animosity and dislike of him, he picked up his jacket and made his way to the door. Reday to eascape the uncomfortable silence and tension that was building up iwthin the confine space.

"Wait Sirius." Jill suddenly called out as he made his way towards the door.

"Thanks." Jill half-mumbled underneath her breath.

"Don't think nothing of it I don't hate you, I just want you to be better. So be better for me, Jill." He waved her off as he exited the room, the door shutting behind him with a resonating click.

Maybe today wasn't such a bad day after all.


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Ding!

Stepping in Sirius closed his eyes; sighing to himself he couldn't help for it to replay in his mind. No! This wasn't the place, not at all.

Ding!

Steeping out he made his way to the parking lot straddling the bike he was barely aware of the approaching form, starting the engine he revved up his bike and was soon speeding away.

"Ungh!"

Sirius ignored his neighbors greetings and hurriedly opened his door steeping in he threw his jacket onto the couch, his boots soon followed suit. By the time he made it to his bedroom he was only naked, he pulled down his S.T.A.R.S. over-sized t-shirt. It was mandatory to wear them at the annual picnic, tears pricking he buried his face against the cool fabric. Taking a deep breath he pulled it over his head before lying on the bed. Turning to the side he stared back at the couple waving at him, he rolled his eyes before he pulled the frame down effectively hiding them from his view. Sighing once more he rolled onto his back and allowed the visions to a hold of his senses, maybe remembering wasn't so hard it was the forgetting that always seem to get to him.

"No Sirius! Look out"

Bang!

He couldn't sleep, he closed his eyes and it all came back but maybe if he closed his eyes he could dream of a happier time.


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Whooee! this took me forever to right, man it's such a long Chapter two. Maybe I should've split it in half, nah. Anyway this is where RE 0 and RE will actually pick up. Poor Sirius is actually dreaming about the entire mission before the story pickups during RE 2/Nemesis. I hope you guys like the revise version give me some feedback and review.