Okay, time to write some more RE stuff! ^_^ This is for all you "Stranger in a Strange Land" fans. This is sort of an AU of that story. Basically the same thing but with a bit of a twist. It will be either a 4 or a 5 parter just like "Stranger in a Strange Land". I hope you enjoy it!

-X-

"After The End"

Part 1: Memories

The orange kitten licked my hand as tears fell from my face. It was over for me, I was done. These men would soon either kill me or take me away. I didn't want to go any where, I didn't want to feel this pain any longer. I wanted to forget again, like I did before.

Tears slipped from my cheeks as it felt like my heart was on fire. Soon I would slip into unconsciousness and feel nothing again. The pain stung my lungs as I began to breath faster, my teeth gridded against my tongue, bleeding blood. I was bleeding, it had been so long I nearly forgot I could bleed.

Lena just continued to lick my face as they whipped me, as they shocked me with tazers, my head to the floor, my tears dripping into a puddle of blood.

They had come in and killed everyone. I had been asleep, Doc just having patched me up after I killed a horde of Enders. They said they were looking for people with glowing eyes. No one in town said a thing about me. I felt sadness for the first time in my new life when I saw them all die. I could do nothing.

After the last man kicks me, yelling that I should be screaming, he throws Lena away from me. I watch her body shatter like glass, then and only then do I scream. For her, my kitten, the last memory I had of my life before I died.

"LENA!"

Then darkness.

-X-

I can hear her voice. She's laughing like she used to. Her stupid high pitched laugh that I always wanted to hear.

She meant more to me then she'd ever know. My Lena, Neala, Dianella, Nella, red head, blondie, it went on and on.

She wore one of the white dresses she hated, swinging on a tire swing under a glowing tree. The tree of life, she called it. She always did love mythology.

I stood there, blackness and darkness shrouding my once enlightened soul. She laughed at me, begged me to come push her on the swing.

I couldn't move though, all I could do was watch, watch her call to me.

My soul had entered this place before, I was not allowed movement. I was no longer human, I no longer belonged in the after life. I was forever alive, forever cursed to this life of survival and pure animal instincts.

I couldn't smile, feel, run into the wind for pure enjoyment. I couldn't sing, or laugh, or jump on the bed for the pure whim of it. I could not enjoy myself, all of my moves had to be calculated, I had to protect my territory. I was a wolf among sheep, among kittens.

My breed was not human, I was not human. I was the same as the Enders. I just fought against the urge to eat flesh more than them.

Lena's glowing form jumped off the swing then, she ran to me, hugged me, giggling at my silliness. I could not hug back, even though I desperately wanted to.

"Don't be scared, you're safe here. This is where you really belong, silly." She stated, as if it was the answer to all my problems.

The tears fell again then. Why? Why couldn't I hug her?

Lena stepped back then, hesitant. She saw something I did not, fear filled her chocolate brown eyes then. Tears started to flow from them, her eyes.

I felt it then, dark fiery breath hit the back of my neck. It smelled of sulfur, another being that did not belong in this garden.

"Chaos can not live in The Garden. Chaos can not die, Chaos must live forever. Chaos will bring in the New World along side Destruction. Chaos can not be happy or content. Chaos must bring vengeance upon those who killed her people. Chaos is darkness, she does not belong in the light." The voice sounded like a serpent, it's tongue in my ear. But the hands on my arms held tight, almost as if I would slip from them if they even lessened their grip slightly.

"NO! Leaver her alone! She isn't Chaos! I know her!" Lena yelled, desperate in her pleas. She wanted her friend back, but her friend died a long time ago, got stuck in Limbo and never came out. "She's kind and sweet, stupid some times, reckless, but not Chaos! She loves people, she would never hurt any one! She belongs here! In The Garden! She's helped people all her life, she deserves peace!" It almost sounded as if she was begging God to make him let me go.

Her request was denied.

"Her hands are already stained. She killed countless people to stay alive. Her eyes mirror her new soul. She is but an animal, a chaotic animal. One that has no master and refuses to take one!" The sulfur breathed voice said, stinging Lena almost as she watched my blood stained hands drip, my eyes dilate into that of an animals.

"I am not...," My teeth chattered as I tried to speak. It felt like I had to pry my mouth open with my tongue to do so. Lena looked upon me with hopeful eyes, almost as if I was about to defend myself.

I wasn't.

"I...am not- her...the one you knew. She...s-she fell into...Limbo. I-I took her body...after she died once. I...am...Outsider...Reaper...," I paused, taking in all of the confusion and sadness in Lena's eyes. I watched as I cut the only tie I ever had to happiness, to my past, to my memories, to The Garden. "I-I am...Chaos."

I could feel the creature behind me grin. "Now...seek out Destruction and avenge your people, Chaos." It whispered in my ear as I began to feel dizzy, waking up to live again.

"NO!"

The last thing I hear is Lena screaming. I thought I'd never see here again...I was wrong.

-X-

Coughing is the first thing my brain registers. Throwing up is the second thing my brain registers.

Every part of my body is either hurt, sore, bleeding, aching, or numb. My eyes feel like they are rusted shut, I can still feel the dried tears on my cheeks. I open my glowing emerald eyes to see pure darkness.

The air I feel is cold against my skin, I know now that I am almost completely naked. Both of the feminine parts of my body are covered by clothing or a shirt and underwear. Everything else is gone. My shoes, knife, guns, sword, tarp, everything.

My tongue stings as I lick the morning taste out of my mouth, it smells and tastes of copper. The cement floor is damp, with what I did not want to know. My dark auburn hair is draped over my face and shoulders, it too is damp. Who ever took me decided it was for the best if they bathed me, that was the only explanation for the wetness of my body and the lack of grim on my skin.

I grimace as I think about it. Why would they bath me? For what purpose does that serve?

Also, why blind fold someone when their entire body is chained to the floor? Nothing made sense.

All I could do was lie there, drenched, cold, and alone. So is my fate for the rest of my life, I guessed.

-X-

Albert Wesker, the supposed God of the New World. How far he had fallen. Lowered to looking for HIS Chosen like a common man. Searching ruin after ruin for something other than misshapen monsters or Ourboros. He felt like destroying something, destroying it until there was nothing left of it.

All he had found was small villages of surviving humans. At least since he entered New York that was all he had found. Then he came across New York City, once an example of what society had to offer. That had not changed. Humans calling themselves Greeds, or whom were once called mentally insane and criminals ran this city now. He had heard that these Greeds went out to the wastes in search of exotic beings...what they did with them after catching them he would not repeat.

Disgusting creatures humans were, all of them! As soon as all his Chosen were found they would wipe humanity off the face of the Earth, permanently.

It still snowed in New York City, a dirt colored snow but snow none the less. 'It must be December then.' Wesker thought, that had been the first time in seven years he had cared what month it was, or even thought about it.

He wore his usual all black leather outfit, a satchel, full of scientific note filled journals, hung over his shoulder, his sunglasses on even though it was dark. His hair and facial expression still showed pure professionalism. The last person in the world to care what he looks like.

He had snuck himself into the last decrepit part of the world with one hundred precent humanity. He wished he didn't but something told him that one of his Chosen was here, either hiding or being used like a doll.

The last thought had him biting his tongue in anger, how dare they use his Chosen! He thought.

Seven years of looking, seven years after the end, and a bag full of notes was all he had to show for it. Oh! And a frozen Chris Redfield back at his lab in Europe. He planned on using that body well. If he did not find his Chosen he would create one of his own. Of course, he could not promise that the new Chris Redfield would not pay for the old Chris' crimes against his new master.

That thought cheered Wesker up a bit, that is, until he over heard a conversation.

"Hey! I got some new live stock! Interested in buying? She's really exotic, hot, lean body. It would take a while to use her up!" A man yelled in the streets, like a dancing hamburger trying to get you to come into Burger King.

Something in Wesker flared. Wether she was his Chosen or not, she did not deserve to be treated like some dog, whoever she was.

"Yeah!"

"I'm interested!"

Multiple men came running up to the seller, as if he was selling hotdogs on the street. They looked hungry and in the worst way.

"I want to see the merchandise!" One man yelled as he sauntered up to the group, as if he owned Wall Street.

The seller nodded, "Of course! Right this way! We'll start the bidding inside!"

As the dirty snow fell on the even dirtier apocalyptic ruin that was New New York City, Wesker sneered.

Albert Wesker; the man who released Ourboros seven years ago, the man who killed the Ex-anti Umbrella team as if they were nothing, the man who froze the BSAA's prized agent, the man who started the New World. Albert Wesker; the worst man alive, the embodiment of Destruction sneered because of the way humanity treated a poor girl.

What he didn't know was this girl was not poor, or petty, or pathetic at all. She was almost as blood thirsty as him, but they were still so different.

And it would stay that way.

Wesker snuck in behind the men as the seller lead them into the under-croft of an old abandon building. Torchlight lit the way as they went down into a basement. A very deep basement, one that had blood splattered all over it's walls and chains newly put into place. This man sold humans for a living, no doubt.

Wesker stayed at the back, away from prying eyes as he rubbed the butt of his customized STARS pistol from another life. From another world the gun stayed hidden, always, until the God of the New World used it to punish and kill.

"I just cleaned her too. She was covered in dirt when my guys brought her in. They said some other goons found her in Texas some where. They must have fuck'n put her in a coma for how long she's been asleep. But none of you care if she's conscious, right? Just breath'n." The seller went on and on about his live stock, his words made Wesker's stomach curdle in sickness.

The men agreed it did not matter if she was in a coma or not, just as long as she still had reflexes for what they would do to her.

Wesker decided he would slaughter all of these men, bring down his divine judgment upon them.

"Okay, she's in here." The seller opens a door at the end of the long stairs. There is no light in the room, but the torch he carries with him lights up the room they all walk into. The room smells of blood, vomit, and other human bodily remains.

The girl looks as if she is in her early twenties, but he could not be sure, most of her face was covered in a blind fold. All of her limbs are chained to the floor as she breaths in all of the new scents in the room. Wesker can feel the girl's rage from where he stands and he nearly freezes on the spot.

Her hair is sprinkled with red highlights, the rest of it is a chestnut color. Her body is wet and so is the T-shirt that hides her. You can see she is endowed but not to much so. Her body is lean, almost to an extreme. She has lightly tanned abs on her stomach and her legs are long and well muscled. There are large scars here and there on her body, but from how well they blend into her skin, most likely only Wesker can see them.

"Okay, here's what's so exotic about her." The seller announces, bringing Wesker out of his trance. He then removes the blindfold from her eyes, but she has them closed and refuses to open them. "Stupid bitch!" The seller tries to hit her, but before Wesker can even blink the seller's arm is broken, the key out of his pocket and in her hand.

She quickly undoes all of her bonds, and while still not opening her eyes, kills, with her bare hands, every man in the room. Except for him, for he did not try to touch her, or even go near her.

She still does not open her eyes as she takes everything she wants from the dead men on the ground. She puts on the clothes she likes, a simple black shirt and ripped up jeans with black shoes. She takes the bowie knife from the same man who had been wearing the black shirt and sheaths it, tying it to her leg.

Wesker is unsure what to do as the girl gets ready to leave. But before she does, she stops. She sniffs the air curiously, like an animal, then turns her head to him.

Right before opening her eyes.

-X-

Getting the key from the first man was easy. My plan as flawless as ever. Pretend to be docile then attack. They will be caught off guard and easier to kill. I refuse to allow this man control over me just because I am chained, and I break his arm, going for the key.

I am not his and never will be, nor will a man ever own me.

I do not have to open my eyes to see them, the smell of animals in heat. Their stench fills the air, then the smell of their blood does. I dirtied my hands once again in the name of survival. Lena would be appalled. But I had already tossed my possibilities of going to The Garden with her. There was no reason to even think of her any more.

My hands drip with their blood and I feel like cringing, but I don't. I take one of their shirts and wipe my hands off with it. Then I take the clothes I want and put them on, I take the weapon I like the most as well.

As I finish and begin to leave I smell something different in the air, I cannot place the smell, just that it is different. I turn and open my eyes for the first time since I was brought to this prison.

I feel confusion sweep over me as I see one more man standing against the wall. He had not moved or said a word, he just watched me. I see him slightly gasp as I open my eyes, I marked him as an odd one. I had never seen clothes like the ones he wore, nor had I ever seen hair styled in such a way. To me he looked ridicules.

Since he did not move or say a word, neither did I. I just shook my head, a migraine coming on, as I left the prison.

Unfortunately, the odd blond man follows me, step by step. My head begins to throb.

-X-

Wesker was at a loss for words. She was in fact one of the Chosen, her brilliant emerald glowing wolf like eyes proved it! Her fighting skills was...not on par with his but she was still incredible! She walked like a predator and certainly acted like one. Finally! He had found one of his Chosen! After seven years he had found her!

But what to say? 'Hello I am the God of the New World, and you are my Chosen. Come with me so we can destroy all of humanity?' Definitely not an ice breaker.

-X-

There ya go! The first part of an either 6 or 7 parter series! What do ya think? Better or worse than Stranger in a Strange Land? Any one curious how Wesker is going to explain everything to Outcast? So am I! XD I hope you enjoyed it!