If it all was real.

I sat in class .Bored as heck, as usual. But, today was a half-day, so that meant getting out of school early. My eyes watched the clock, head resting in my hands as I counted down the seconds before I was free from school for the day.

Five…

Four…

Three…

Two…

One…

The bell buzzed and excused the students from school.

I packed my binder into my bag, quickly so I won't get bugged about the artwork that was in the cover on the binder's front. I am a naturally a great artist, and my artwork mainly consisted of anime and video game art.

I slung my backpack over my shoulder and headed out of class. My BFF Gabby was out sick today, so I was destined to walk home alone. That really sucked, but whatever, not like I had super speed or anything.

I stopped walking at the corner a few blocks from my school. Contemplating whether I should take the short cut or not. I decided I could take it "Aw what the hell." I shrugged and crossed the street. Heading down the back way, behind the high school's old science labs. It was a giant building and nobody really seemed to mind if people walked by it.

So, as I was walking, the sky got a bit darker and I checked my phone. Listening to the message I had, it said that my mom or big brother weren't going to be home for a while. Had to go run some errands and such.

I fixed the straps on my backpack as I heard footsteps. I turned around to see the boy who lived on my street tailing me.

"Aw crap! How'd ya hear me?" Oscar asked.

"Your footsteps duh," I said and rolled my eyes.

I slowed my pace as he caught up to me to walk with me.

We kept walking as the sky darkened due to the rainy weather we seemed to be getting here. Talking about stuff normal classmates would talk about.

As we were heading behind the science labs we heard a noise. A loud clank as the metal doors opened. We hid, fearing we'd get caught trespassing even though he told me it'd be fine because nobody cared. There was the sound of many locks as the door creaked open.

A man wearing all black, with slicked back blonde hair, and sunglasses stepped out. It wasn't even bright outside!

I froze. Looking at the man carrying a briefcase. He looked familiar.

"C'mon, he's leaving we can go now since you're so scared of getting caught." Oscar teased me. As if I didn't get enough of him at school.

I nodded, but my eyes watched the man as he strode down the darkening alley behind the buildings.

"Hey, doesn't that look like…" I didn't finish, my voice trailed off.

We stepped out from the hiding place and slowly tiptoed out.

"Who?" He asked.

"…Wesker." I replied quietly.

"Who?"

"He's supposed to be fictional." I whispered, before I knew anything.

The man turned around. We both froze.

Well, I froze. Oscar started to run. Expecting me to follow. I didn't realize he was running until a few seconds after Wesker had spotted us.

I glanced behind me, he was running. "Now who's the chicken!" I called then glanced back to Wesker. I could barely tell of any emotion behind those black sunglasses.

I began to back up. Confused, how was he even here? He was REAL and alive! Well, he COULD be just some guy cosplaying him. But this Wesker looked like the real thing.

Then I began to wonder, so if he was real, then Umbrella was real. Then that means the T-virus is real and…and ZOMBIES ARE REAL!

My face got pale. But I watched the man, backing up until I tripped over something.

OUT OF ALL TIMES I HAD TO BE A CLUTZ NOW?

I landed flat on my butt. I groaned. "Damn it Oscar! " I cursed.

"You walk all this way to walk me home and you just leave me with Wesker?" I muttered. Not realizing the very man I was speaking of, Wesker , had heard what I said.

He was closer but kept distance. He raised an eyebrow, but it could barely be seen behind the sunglasses.

If I wasn't pale already I would have gotten white as a ghost.

I scrambled to my feet nervously.

Ignoring the dirt on the butt of my pants for the time being. I glanced behind me. Couldn't see Oscar anywhere. Maybe he was hiding. I wasn't sure. Then I turned my head back to Wesker.

Wesker's POV

Wesker was leaving the labs they'd had under the…other labs when two kids had seen him. Middle school kids, possibly high schoolers.

The boy, well he was running away. It was rather amusing to see him, who was trying to play brave, run away like a scared little girl. And the girl stood her ground.

She was obviously nervous, scared possibly. It could be seen on her face, how slow her movements were. But what struck his interest was…she knew his name.

How did this girl know his name? Granted it was just his last name, but the name he was most known by. Someone like her knew about him?

His eyes showed virtually no emotion, but behind the glasses was interest. He had to get to the bottom of this.

A gloved hand pushed the hem of his sleeve up to check his watch. He hadn't had much schedualed, and it wasn't the most important things he had to do today. He could deal with this for now.

He followed her gaze, his suitcase? Nothing suspicious about it to a normal human. Which indeed she was. But she knew about him from what he could tell, and that wasn't a good sign.

His hand reached down and set the suitcase on the concrete. Near the door he'd exited for some safety. Stepping closer and closer to the girl. "You know me?" He said. It seemed to confuse her a bit. Whether that was a question or statement.

"Uh…yeah…sort of." Was her response.

"Then who am I?" Wesker asked, raising an eyebrow at the girl.

Exit "Wesker's POV"

My eyes met the case he'd been carrying. Trying to remember what he'd carry in it.

Usually something to do with a virus. The T-virus and the antidote came to mind in my head. But I wasn't sure. It could easily be paper-work.

I almost zoned out for a second when he spoke to me.

I had given him the best answer I could. I didn't know him know him. Like close friends know him. But I knew who he was, what he did, all that stuff you pick up from the internet and video games.

"You're…Albert Wesker…" She wasn't sure to add an inflection at the end. It seemed that it was THE Albert Wesker, she was talking to, so no need for a question right?

Wesker watched her. He didn't respond. So she knew that much. And from what had been leaked out through TV and internet by a fictional video game was true, she could have just picked up the name and matched it to his face.

"And?" He continued on. Seeming to want me to say more.

I froze up for a fraction of a second. If he was real I was trying not to flip out and go all fan-girly on him. God, would that be awkward.

"And…you work with Umbrella…" I added a hint of a question after that statement.

"…Well…sort of, didn't Umbrella like fall somewhere around 2003 or somethi-" I cut myself off. So NOT the time to be bragging about my video game knowledge.

Wesker's POV

This girl happened to start rambling slightly about Umbrella.

She knew about him and Umbrella. And the supposad fall of Umbrella in 2003. How she knew this, he did not know. But he was good at reading body language. He could tell she was probably mentally freaking out.

Either in a good way…for what ever reason that'd be…or a bad way. Being she was scared that he'd turn the town into another Raccoon City. Or something of the sorts.

His eyes narrowed behind the black sunglasses. He could tell she was going to say more if she hadn't stopped herself. By the way she was speaking, kind of fast, nervous but like she was trying to explain it all to him. Though he already knew it.

This girl knew a lot. He could tell by the way she'd tensed up after she cut herself off. She was worried of telling him. So she was smart to cut herself off, but not smart enough to stop herself from interfering in the first place.

He shook his head in slight disappointment. In a flash he was in front of the girl. She knew too much. And was there for a threat to him and his company. The boy…well he just seemed clueless. From all he'd heard he had no clue what this girl was talking about.

She seems to know a lot about what I'm working on. Even speaking of the virus itself. She's too much of a threat. She'd probably just blab to anyone she knows about seeing me. I can't leave her alive to do that.

Exit "Wesker's POV"

"And… you're alive…due to the virus?" It was a lucky guess. Wasn't he have supposed to have died not long ago? Or died a while ago? Well he was just supposed to be dead. Not here.

I swallowed the lump in my throat. I messed up. Or…didn't I? It was hard to tell he always wore those damn shades! Nobody could tell his emotions! And he didn't smile often either.

I grinded my teeth together when he was in front of me. He was fast. Like how he was in the games, internet and TV and stuff. So the virus did work…

Then a thought forced itself into my main stream of thought.

OH GOD HE'S GOING TO KILL ME!

And…I was kind of right. When I felt a gloved hand grasp my neck.

I gasped. Never in my life had I been strangled before. Sure, I'd put numerous friends in headlocks while play-fighting but their complaints weren't anything because I didn't have the intent to actually harm them.

But this man did.

The two blondes glared at each other.

My eyes filled in fear. His filled with…who knows? Those damn sunglasses were in the way again!

But I did see a hint of red peeking through the black lens. But only a little bit.

I felt the grip tighten and I couldn't breathe. What had I got myself into now?

"Hey…Chelsea?" Came a familiar voice. It was Oscar's.

He had come back for her. And not a moment too soon. But, she was moved out of the main path of the alley way and into a shadow behind a dumpster quickly.

You bastard! You just don't want him to see you murder someone?

My mind swirled with thoughts of anger. But the truth was, I couldn't breathe and it was extremely painful. My hands tried to pry his away from my neck. But it wasn't working.

My eyes squeezed shut as I tried to make any sort of noise to draw attention. Screaming was out of the option. I couldn't speak, let alone scream bloody murder.

I didn't think that Wesker could kill Oscar too if he saw him. But maybe Wesker would leave. I didn't have time to reason with her options. The hand that was grasping my neck, moved, around to the back, but still kept a strong grip. I felt myself being lowered, my knees were forced to bend, until I was almost sitting down completely. I opened an eye to look at the man in black. He was ducked down a bit. He didn't want to be seen.

Oscar's POV

Oscar was searching for his classmate. He'd ran, expecting her to follow. When she didn't. He didn't want to say he was worried about her, but he hadn't seen her come out of the alley way yet. And that man was suspicious looking.

He didn't see anyone. Eyes scanned past a dumpster and anything in the alley way. Nobody. He thought maybe she went out the other way. Maybe was just in trouble, maybe that guy was a teacher and took her to the office. So he'd go check there. Oscar almost ran to the office. Leaving the alley way.

Exit Oscar's POV

The man straightened up, and I was able to stand straight again.

Grip kept on tightening, I swear it felt as if my eyes were going to pop out of my head if he didn't stop.

His grip was strong. Preventing enough blood from going to my brain.

Blackness started to absorb my vision. From the corners of my eyes it came. And…then I couldn't see anything. Even with my eyes closed. Every hint of light was fading away and my arms dropped.

Wesker's POV

He had been forced to hide for that annoying boy had come back. Obviously a friend of who ever this girl was. But he was gone soon. And he straightened his back. Tilting his head to the side as he looked at the girl. Who'd stopped struggling and there wasn't a look or pain on her face anymore. As if she was sleeping. Only held up by his intense grip on her neck.

He released his grip and she fell backwards against the wall. Sliding down. Wesker bent down, with two fingers of his gloved hand, checked for any sign of a pulse.

It was there. Faint from the lack of blood to the brain, but it was there. He moved his fingers from her neck.

He heard the name of the girl when her friend had come back looking for her. But, by the looks of it, she was just a school girl. Probably had some form of school ID possibly.

She was alive, and she knew about Umbrella and himself. He couldn't let this information get out. A soft sigh escaped his lips and he reached down. Slipping one arm under her legs, the other under her back. Picking her up into bridal carry. He walked a few feet to the door. Picking up the brief case with a finger than was the freest and moved it into one hand that held her back for support.

Though he couldn't just push the door open. Not like that though. He shifted her into a fireman's carry as he pulled out a card from his pocket. Sliding it through the lock and opening the door. Putting a foot in the door as he walked inside.

The labs were white and clean. Computers on desks and posters on walls. But the posters were only to keep up the "high school science lab" gimmick.

He headed down the hall passing a few doors with supply closets. Coming to a white empty wall. A cupboard was the only thing on it. Inside it when unlocked with a key, was nothing. Just an empty cupboard. Except a small panel. With numbers on it. He typed in a code with one gloved hand and a series of locks unlocked.

He turned to the part of the wall next to it, a faint outline of a door was there, there was a hiss as the final lock unlocked itself. Wesker closed the cupboard's door and it locked itself. The white panel came forth and slid open. Wesker stepped through, still carrying the unconscious girl over his shoulder.

After he stepped inside, the door closed and locked again with another hiss. Inside these labs was a different story.

All white, computers more high-tech, many researchers did work on them. Eyes looked up at him as he walked in. He only kept walking. Not casting a glance at any of them. They probably had no idea why Wesker had this girl.

Wesker carried her to an empty research and medical room. Laying her down on the hospital table. A nurse stepped in to bring something in but stopped. She didn't know that Wesker was in there.

All of the researchers were careful around the man. None wanted to face his punishment. For it would be fatal.

The nurse looked from him to the girl questionably. Then went and set some supplies down. Needing to put things away, she acted as if she were alone in the room and did her duties.

The nurse left.

Wesker set the suit case down on a table beside him and kicked the door shut. He clicked open the case after punching in a code. Taking out a syringe. A gloved hand pulling the hem of his sleeve back, so part of his arm was exposed. Shoving the needle into his arm, slowly emptying its contents. He pulled the needle out, flexing his arm and pulled the sleeve down. Dropping the empty syringe and crushing it under his foot. Kicking it to the side by a small trash can. He looked down at the girl.

He hadn't care about how he'd layed her there when he'd walked in. One arm was over her chest, the other by her head. Blonde hair in her face. She looked like she was sleeping. Of course the unmoving body had a sense that it wasn't sleeping.

Wesker brushed the hair away from her neck and took her chin, moving her head to the side. Examining her neck. He'd actually bruised her neck while knocking her out. He smirked. Eyeing the black and blue marks of where his fingers used to be.

How easy it was to bruise or scar such a normal human. How petty they were. How superior he was to them. How easy they could be hurt or killed. And this girl hadn't put up much of a fight either.

He began to wonder…

What to do with her now?

He could use her for more experiments if she was in good enough health. He decided to check up on her medical records. He lifted her back up, sliding the backpack from her arms then laying her down again. He checked through it. Nothing more in it but a binder and some loose papers. He pulled the binder out and sat on a stool near the table she lay on. Something caught his eye when he first saw it.

A picture. Of some very familiar faces. One…was of himself. He raised an eyebrow. The girl he now had unconscious, for knowing who he was, actually drew him. It was good work. But that wasn't what he was after right now.

He flipped through it, on the inside cover, was a schedual. It had her name on it. First middle and last. He yanked it out of the sleeve and looked at it.

Chelsea Caldwell hmm?

He nodded and stood up. Walking out of the room after setting down the binder and closing the door. Locking it in case she woke up.

Wesker strode down the halls until he came to a desk. Putting the paper down on top of the one the man was looking at. The man jumped and looked up at Wesker. Then back down at the paper.

"I want medical records for this girl. Immidiately." He ordered. It was the first time he'd spoken since talking to that girl.

The man nodded. He adjusted his glasses and looked at the paper. It was a junior high class schedual. He wondered why Wesker needed this for this girl, but he should ask questions. Just get it done.

Wesker stood over the man, who'd gotten the hint to get to it now. After a few minutes of searching, he found it. "H-here." He turned the screen to Wesker.

"All her records." The doctor said in a stronger voice now. With a click of the mouse the doctor printed up the records. Wesker waited and soon, snatched them away from the doctor. He turned, his coat billowing slightly with the wind of his movement. He took the papers and headed back to her room.