Disclaimer and Author's Note: I obviously don't own Resident Evil, if I did Matt would be alive. I have limited knowledge of this but have tried to research as much as possible, so I apologise for mistakes. Just pretend I meant for them to be that way… although this is my version, so most changes will be deliberate. Buckle up kids and enjoy the ride. Also review because I'm lazy and motivation certainly helps.
Chapter 1:
I am in a globe filled with a liquid. This is not normal but it is all I have known. Technically, I have not been born yet. I was made in a lab and now I am being matured and grown in this container. I am awake but they do not know that. They are unaware that I can hear all they say and am storing the information in my brain. Although I have not been 'born', I am physically fourteen. My instinct to stay quiet and observe is proven right when I hear the man who has brought me to life.
"My triumph, my best creation…This is Project Elizabeth," I hear a male voice narrate, probably to a colleague. Despite not opening my eyes I realize this man must be a scientist. There is a lot of basic information in my brain I have yet to access. "She was created from the DNA of Project Alice and Project Matthew. Both remarkable humans, able to bond with the t-virus without becoming the undead. Granted, Matthew started to mutate before we administered the anti-virus, but tests on his clones have proven he would have retained independent thought despite physical change. Alice was even more extraordinary as she reaped all the benefits of the virus without attaining any adverse effects. I harvested eggs from Alice and sperm from Matthew in order to create her. With her superior genes, she will be the ultimate bio-weapon. But why stop at genes? So I went further and altered her DNA. Enhanced speed, strength, stamina and agility. She is incredibly intelligent. Best of all, zombies view her as infected and therefore will not attack her. All of this will be wrapped up neatly in the guise of an eighteen-year-old girl; young enough to seem harmless and naïve, yet old enough to be able to defend herself and live alone without causing suspicion. Due to the accelerated growth, she will be ready in a few days."
The voices retreat. I do not trust my creators. I am merely an asset to them and vague knowledge tells me those who create children are supposed to love and care for them. I am not hurt by this knowledge, I haven't had time to form emotional attachments, but I have a large focus on self-preservation. Therefore I will need to form a plan, but first I will play nice and learn more. I will learn more before I decide on anything.
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The next day I am fifteen.
"Ah my darling, you are going to be magnificent. Alice could be just as great if only she can overcome her stubbornness. Such a pity she betrayed us. We are the future, experimentation and evolution are necessary. There have been certain issues, but those will be resolved in time."
The man speaks quietly to me as he works. He still thinks I am asleep and is merely expressing his thoughts out loud. But now I know my biological mother, Alice, is against this corporation. She could be a possible person to team-up with, should she keep her same beliefs.
Xxxxx
The day after I discover my biological father, Matthew, is also against the people who created me. He was an activist and the company who created me is called "The Umbrella Corporation". I am sixteen and in two days I will be released from my pod.
Xxxxx
Tomorrow is the day. I am sure that information will kept from me once I 'awake' and so I listen carefully whilst I still have this opportunity. According to a conversation between the man and another employee, my parents are being housed on floor 2 and are both heavily drugged. This is useful information should I decide to team up with them.
Xxxxx
"It's time," I hear before a button is pressed and the liquid around me begins being sucked away. I open my eyes for the first time. The man before me has blond hair and appears to be in his forties. He smiles encouragingly. After the liquid has drained and my cylinder opens, I stand up hesitantly. I lose my footing and start falling before the man catches me. He smiles again at my bewildered expression and helps me up.
"Th-Thank you," I stutter out. Suddenly I am acutely aware that I am naked in front of these people. I feel a blush rise in my cheeks. A lab assistant notices and hands me a lab coat to cover up.
The man who created me begins speaking, "Welcome my dear. I am Dr Isaacs. Your name is Elizabeth and you are my creation. But you should know this along with other basic information as tapes should have been played for you whilst you were maturing?" he waits for me to confirm. I nod silently. "Good, it appears that your mental abilities are functioning as intended. Now then, you were made from the DNA of two of our successful experiments. You should inherit their superior abilities through your genes, but I have also made adjustments of my own to enhance you," he beams with pride. I notice he fails to mention my parents' names or give me any information about them. He doesn't even refer to them as my parents, just as experiments. Interesting. "What you need to understand is that everything is about functionality. You were designed for a specific purpose, one I will explain in time. For now your hair must be fixed before you are shown to your room."
A woman in glasses steps forward and offers me her hand. I look at it, then at Dr Isaacs. He nods and I take it. The woman leads me out the lab and into a bathroom. Her name is Megan and she smiles at me kindly.
"I know this must be very confusing, to be thrown into the world so suddenly. You're supposed to have eighteen years to learn and grow before reaching your stage," she looks down at me, "all that knowledge and maturity with no experiences behind it. It's not really fair…" she mutters in an annoyed tone. "I just want you to know that I'm in charge of taking care of you. You can ask me anything you want and I'll try to answer as best I can. Please let me know if there's anything you need."
She explains she has to cut my knee-length hair. It grew at the same rate as the rest of my body and isn't practical. I need something that is easy to maintain and can be tied back, according to Dr Isaacs. Megan begins cutting whilst I examine my reflection. Blue eyes gaze back without emotion. I have dark brown hair and quite a narrow face. I do not look like an amazing creation, I look like an average teenage girl. When Megan is finished my hair is a bit past my shoulders and the tiled floor resembles a carpet. She tells me I look beautiful. She's trying hard to please but I'm not sure if it's because she likes me or she's trying to gain my trust so the corporation can keep closer tabs on me. I offer her a small smile regardless, and she seems genuinely pleased.
My room is plain and I realize the building we are in is a hospital. There is a single white bed, with a white dresser and lamp. It's about functionality, I remember Dr Isaacs said. My fingers curl around the dresser's handles and discover clothes for me inside. Functional, again. Black t-shirts, black jeans and beige underwear. In the bottom drawer I find black boots. I change into actual clothes and hide the lab coat under my pile of t-shirts because I don't know if I'll need it in the future. If they ask why I haven't given it back I'll play dumb and act confused about why it wouldn't go with other clothes. As I finish dressing, Megan re-enters my room. Precisely as I finish dressing. Cameras, I realize with widened eyes. I'll have to be careful; they're watching me.
I am immediately thrown into training. I spend three days learning a bit about various fighting styles; including Muay Thai, Taekwondo, Karate, Judo and countless others. My days are a blur of sweat and bruises with a carousel of constantly changing instructors. I quickly discover I learn better with instructors who treat me roughly. My anger would rise and I become progressively more vicious. Some of the instructors leave because I break a nose or an arm in our sparring session; something Dr Isaacs seems particularly delighted about. So far I am a success in his eyes. Short breaks are allocated for meals and trips to the bathroom. Megan sits next to me during meals, grinning and chattering animatedly whilst I listen. She is the only person to approach me, everyone else avoids me with wary expressions. Despite my initial reluctance, I begin to warm up to her. It wouldn't hurt to allow myself to socialize a bit and, I try to justify myself, it would be useful to gain more general knowledge from her. But I was wrong, it would hurt a lot to socialize, as I would discover later.
On my third day of training I am with Vince again, one of the few instructors to last the previous two days without injuries. I frown as I take in the purple stains along his arms and inquire, "You still have bruises?" "Yeah of course, you pummelled me only yesterday. My fastest student by far," he grins at me. I hide my confusion with a smile. All my bruises and cuts healed within an hour.
My hand-to-hand combat training is concluded and I meet with Dr Isaacs so he can analyse my progress. The walk from the training room to his lab is strangely quiet, Megan and I usually see workers bustling about but today there is no-one. She leaves me at the door to the labs, looking a bit uneasy; another unusual occurrence.
I walk through the door and tread forward silently. Up ahead his lab appears empty. My mouth opens to call out when I feel a presence behind me. I duck as a black-clad man launches toward me and swipe his legs out from under him from my crouch. Two more figures appear behind him. I wait for them to run towards me before rolling through the gap between them. I use the time they take turning around to jump up and slam their heads together. Groaning, they fall to the floor. My muscles tense up and I wait for another assault, instead Dr Isaacs emerges with a clipboard and an expression of pride. "Well done Elizabeth! You passed the first test with flying colours, just as I expected of course."
Apparently normal people cannot pick up numerous fighting styles in the time span of three days, and eighteen-year-old girls don't unusually incapacitate three attackers single-handedly. Dr Isaacs is elated with my progress, or rather that his creation is a success. It's difficult to determine how much pride is directed towards me rather than himself.
"Dr Isaacs, may I ask a question?"
"Of course my dear, go ahead."
"There's something I don't quite understand. Yesterday Vince and I both gained bruises whilst training; mine faded along with the pain within the hour, yet Vince still had his today and seemed to still be hurt. Why is that?"
Dr Isaacs chuckles, "I forget that you don't understand quite how your body works yet. Due to your altered DNA you heal at an incredibly fast rate, just as you learn and adapt faster. Now then, you should rest since weapons training begins tomorrow."