When Jen and Chelsea walked into Science classroom at St. Marguerite Catholic School in Spruce Grove, Alberta, Canada, they were suprised to see a man wearing all black, pale skin, greased back short blond hair, and sunglasses. They looked at each other and laughed. They weren't sure, but that man seemed to be cosplaying from a game called Resident Evil as the 'big super evil villan', Albert Wesker.

It was quite amusing actually, to see a full grown man cosplaying. And they finished the video game serise on the Wii last night. When the final bell rung and signaled the begging of class, the man stood and walked, or more like sauntered, or maybe glided, to the front of the class room and spoke. His voice was like the Albert Wesker from the game. "Hello class, my name is - " Jen cut him off when she raised her hand. "Yes," he read the attendance list, "Mrs. Jones?"

"Is your name Albert Wesker, by any chance?"

"Yes."

"That's funny. That's the exact name of the evil man from a video game called Resident Evil. You have stolen his style, and changed your name. But you are not Albert Wesker. He's fictional." The man ripped off his sunglasses and slammed his hands onto the speckled table, cat pupil's and crimson eyes flashing. Jen shrugged.

"So you went as far as buying contacts. Big whoop." The man growled, picked up the table, and threw it across the room. Jen raised an eyebrow. "So you worked out." The man growled. He ran around the room in a blur, picked up an exato knife - from the red cart that held supplies when they were making cells and was never put away - and stabbed himself in the throat, drew it across his neck and dropped it. The wound instantly healed.

Jen smiled, then nudged Chelsea. She whispered something to the red-headed girl sitting beside her, quietly so that Wesker couldn't hear their very much one sided conversation. Which would be very hard because of his super hearing. Chelsea smirked, rose, and skipped over to Wesker. She motioned for him to bend down, then a little more, then a little more. He did so, and when he was at the right level, Chelsea yanked his head to one side and sunk her teeth into the flesh, then skipped back to the table. Jen smiled. "You have just recived a very dangerous, and a highly contagious disease called C.I.D."

"Never heard of it."

"It stands for Chelsea's Insanity Disease. Nothing big had happened for it to get out in the news yet, but one bite from her or an infected, you get C.I.D., two bites, it's gone, three bites, you die." Jen's smile grew wider. "Chelsea, bite him again." Chelsea did so.

Wesker straightened his leather jacket and walked back to the front of the classroom. "As you must have all figured out by now, I am your subsitute teacher for the rest of the year."

"Why?"

"Community Service. I ran over your teacher with a car. He's currently healing in the hospital."

"Why?"

"Because I felt like it."

"Why?"

"I don't know."

Wh-"

"If you say 'why' one more fucking time, I will chuck you across a room."

"Douche."

"That's better."

"Mr. Douche? What are we learning today in class?"

"It's Wesker. I have no idea."

"Theeeen, can we feed rice to seagulls? I wanna see if they explode or not." Jen shrugged. "Mr. C would never let us do that."

"That sounds like fun."

The bell rang signalling the end of the day, and Wesker was sitting at his desk, feet crossed and resting on the smooth surface. A binder was balanced on his legs, a cup of steaming coffee in his hands, and his ever present sunglasses perched on his nose. He was completely relaxed and thinking. Thinking about the second block of that day. Science. Technically, he teaches science every block, but second block had to be the most interesting thing that happened that day. Unfourtantly, they didn't find seagulls to feed rice too, but that led to much more interesting events.

The two girls he had quickly learned were Chelsea Hanna and Jennifer Jones, who perfered to be called Jen, and if someone called her Jenny, they'd get a knuckle sandwich. Chelsea was originally born in Texas, and her parents had recently moved back there, although Chelsea stayed behind for the education and the fact that she grew up with most of them and didn't want to leave, which supplied Jen to ask her parent's to let Chelsea move in with them. They agreed, and gave Chelsea Jen's older sister, Sarah, old room. Sarah was in college.

And he learnt the hard way not to threaten one of Jen's friends. She can deliver quite a beating, as he had witnessed to a man who tried to rob her friend Emily. Who would have thought a girl turning fourteen could send a man into intensive care.

Suprisingly, Jen was alot smarter in weponry then one would think. She knew how to make a chuckable flame thrower using elastic bands, a febreez bottle, and a lighter.

Wesker was actually quite excited and looking towards tommorrow.