Author Note: let's get something clear, no one could/should ever trust/get close to Albert Wesker because he is a sociopath (or worse yet, a psycopath). Sociopaths don't feel empathy, they bond with no one, befriend no one; the sole reason to get in touch with other humans is to use them as pawns. Humans are a means among so many to reach a goal; period. Sociopaths will give their life for nobody, will put themselves in harm's way for nobody. They feel love and respect for themselves alone. No exceptions. (Short version of a longer explanation.)
Consequently, I had to change Albert's personality just a bit in order to create this story. What I could mainly read from fans was Wesker abusing/beating down women, just because; whereas my original character will put up a fight and many times. I guarantee that Albert has met his match; there will be blood, defiance, lots of action and great combat moves, guns, sex scenes and my events developing in between the true timeline of Resident Evil. (I'm aware of all the chorological orders of things in the vast RE universe; therefore when I change a detail nearing the end of the story regarding Albert bringing B.O.W. embryos to different organizations rather than defecting to just one, then don't mind the change.
It was merely altered for the purpose of my story; and as the writer here, I have every goddamn right.
Now let's commence: enjoy immensely...
EVOLUTION
Hourglass of Blood
Consciousness wavers through the void, sufficiently so that I am able to have a sense of self. Something is ringing, seconds passes before I realize that it's coming from me, my own ears. My identity I cannot recall but my senses are returning to me, a metallic taste in mouth and some unknown distant hum. My movements are impeded, I have the vague feeling that something is wrong but cannot exactly pinpoint why; all I can make out right now is that I am too weak to shift. Then the fogy notion of sound clears up, I can now make out an emotionless feminine voice and an alarm that resonates. My nerves are flooded with pain stimuli and I can presently figure that it mainly comes from my torso. I reckon I sit in something wet and cold, my fingers touches around in the liquid but only my right hand is responsive; feeble and shaking, I lift it to investigate my chest.
Metallic material, a cylinder of sort has likely pierced it consequently has me pinned to something which covers my whole back; I feel the blood soaking my clothes and the smell of burned electronics permeating the air. My hand falls back at my side, taking away with it the small amount of energy I had managed to gather. I try to pry my lids open but something on them prevents it; from the feeling, a tissue seems to have been draped over them plus attached behind my head.
I've no immediate recollection of the events that caused all this and still lack other information about myself as well. My attention waves back and forth yet again, this time focusing on the voice that repeats her programmed announcement, «The self-destruct system has been activated. All personnel must evacuate immediately. Deactivating, and releasing all locks. », the alarm punctuates the emergency. I try to lick my dry lips, yet tasting iron, the evaluated state of affairs seemed to only get worse. I hazily sense something on my leg as if a living thing is coiled around it, warm and pulsing. My heartbeat bangs in my skull, increasing the headache plus feeling of semi-consciousness.
Even if I knew how much time was left I doubt I'd be able to regain strength fast enough to escape, I'd blow up like this not even knowing anything and perhaps that was best. I hear the sound of an electric door opening before closing, footsteps on metallic flooring. It comes my way but I can't explain how it is that it fills me with doubt and warmth simultaneously. Talking is impossible, my mouth's full of blood but feels parched so the only thing that comes out is a low moan. The steps becomes more distinct, stops near me then I hear and feel something being ripped from my leg, I perceive it knocks on a solid surface like glass then a second 'thud' as it hits the ground farther away. I immediately feel liquid flow from possible injuries as soon as it is gone; meanwhile the presence bends over me. An index plus thumb poses on my jaw and turns my head on each sides, judging by the applied pressure and size I quickly vote for a man which is statistically more likely; a perceptible 'hm' proves me right.
Yet again, the sound makes me feel like I know this person. He seems satisfied to what he saw, or didn't see there, thus decides to just grab my shoulders and pull. No words of warning, he just uncaringly drew me from the impaling pipe and I could feel my insides slide along the cold metal. That hurt and did make me scream this time, once I heard myself it hinted at what kind of person I am; it had been a guttural scream, one of a strong and capable woman having hold on her emotions. Then I got effortlessly lifted off the ground and heaved over his shoulder which provoked another flood of pain.
He was already pacing and crossing the door when my consciousness waved back into reality, we seem to board an elevator. I am vaguely aware of my surroundings and the warmth of his being in comparison; that detail furthermore testifies of my precarious state. I imagine my blood soaking his clothes and as he exits I have to grab him by the waist so as not to fall, realizing that the fabric of his outfit is soft but rather straight, like a tuxedo of sort. Such clothing does not correlate with what is happening here…whatever it is. I was rapidly pondering over the manner my mind was analyzing everything, something as subtle as this despite the dire situation we're in, when it sharply focuses on something else. There is an atrocious scream coming from ahead, like an unnatural animal savagely yelling as it saw its prey.
My silent benefactor doesn't seem impressed in the least though I'm sensing his muscles stiffen even more as he adopts a defensive stance, the creature quickly lunges at us and is as swiftly obliterated. I feel my head spin in all sense of the word as he executes a rotating kick, my hold on his waist almost faltering. The beast hits the floor and yells once more before there is an appalling sound like a skull being smashed to pieces, gurgling and some scratches on a solid surface. As my proficient attacker hurries past the corpse I processes that he must have obliterated it with one strong ram down of his feet. Many questions dawned in my head, what is that dead thing and what kind of strength is required to accomplish such a kill, moreover with me burdening him? , were but a very small portion of them.
«Three minutes until detonation.», the voice resounded all around, the man doesn't seem to be more alarmed however and just takes care of another creature by shooting this time, sounds like an assault rifle and the kick back feels as powerful. The constant fast movements are more than I can bear in my advanced decrepit state, I'm even wondering how it is that I still live. My extremities are number than before, my grip loosening which he also doesn't fail to notice. An arm wraps around my waist before I faintly hear him say, «You've demonstrated to be stronger than this. » As I feel myself deepening into uncontrolled darkness I know he's right, although currently there is nothing else I can do but give into the strong pull.
The darkness is calling once more. Ever yearning it, I embrace it fully...
X++++++++++X
When coming to I realize I must be restrained to a long chair, like the ones dentist use, though overall I feel better and sense my injuries have been treated but not bandaged; a sheet is also over me. There is a chemical odor sticking to me similar to the one that had been permeating the air back then before I lost consciousness. Being alive means we have escaped the other place and are now somewhere else. The cloth wrapped around my head is still over my eyes but the circumstance is clearly superior to before. I'm wondering why he saved me just to strap me down, but felt I'd have the answers soon right before a door opened at my left. Calm footsteps approaches and judging by the way it reverberates around, the room we're in must be devoid of any furnishings, save from this chair and a machine I can hear beeping at regular intervals not too far from my feet.
I didn't imagine being in a hospital because when the door had opened briefly I did not hear anything coming from beyond. I also figured that my powers of observation did not just come from the fact that my other senses were balancing from my lack of sight, it's deeper than this, intuition plus something else I cannot quite grasp. I know the individual stopping near me is that same man and now his voice music to my ears, «I disinfected your lesions before it healed plus removed your soiled clothing to prevent possible infections. Observations have been made; I had to make certain you were still yourself. When I located you there was an NEP-56 supplying on your leg, roughly a mutated jellyfish, one of the many specimens we kept in the large tubes. Some of the protective glass got shattered due to your fight with the trespassers thus the B.O.W. being deprived of the formaldehyde which provided it with nutrition found other means to survive. »
I hear him type on a console, the rhythm at which he executes himself is soothing somehow, «The first symptoms commonly associated with mutation due to contact with this specimen is deformation of the neck bones and in turn growth of a set of gills, additionally modification of the iris consistency but mostly any bitten test subjects died after a brief ten minutes. » I hear him get closer to me once more before digging a needle into my skin in which he drew blood, «The only factor of your survival is your ability to replenish your hemoglobin which derives from your aptitude to heal faster than normal humans do; thus providing the NEP with an endless supply of nutrients though keeping you on death's door. »
His steps leads him to the machine once more where he analyzes the sample, he typed and clicked a few times again before addressing me, «Adequate data, there is no trace whatsoever of the virus in your organism, I dare say that any other average being would have succumbed to it. Although favorable it is merely a slight fraction of your potential; your worth is still up for improvement I am certain. Though I must say you provided us with a very good show indeed. »
I suddenly remember that he seldom converse this much and it surprises me that I recall. I try to talk but my voice is raspy, I clear my throat to no avail, «I suppose that the shock to my head was far from mild judging by my memory problems, there are a lot of blanks to fill but I've got too much questions and-», I swallow with difficulty.
«I'm positive it will all return to you sooner than we assume, your ability to foresee the future will more likely provide assistance in that regard. As for your eyes, a specialized set of glass is being modulated as we speak and you will be able to equip it in a few hours. »
On this he turned heels but only made two steps before halting due to my words, «What I am to you now is a better tool than I have been before, a means like all the others and once I've outlived my usefulness you'll have no objection as to my termination. I'm certain you'll even see to it personally plus it might not be much predicament, not for a man like you. »
I had been talking while facing the ceiling but then turned my head his way, my conscience advising me to weight my words accordingly. «But a man as cunning as you probably already knows that every creations can once surpass its preliminary set ups. And as I grow I will certainly appear more of a threat to you, though mostly in your head since I won't be even thinking of turning on you. When that crucial time arrives, will you still get rid of me or see beyond your prevailing obsession of having power to yourself and yourself alone….? Will you ever be able to have a partner, to embrace my loyalty and return the trust? I can only hope but I will not hold my breath….I don't think you'd push yourself that far for someone else, but who knows, you've already surprised me…» I ended with that as a flash memory had dashed in my mind supporting my words.
On this he resumed his walk so I was left alone with the constant beeping of the machine and enough time on my hand to reminisce. Soon a name would rise from the depths, a name people learned to fear, a man who awaited submission from everyone and when it was not justly granted death was the next logical step. In his mind, this was his chess board therefore they were all pawns; in his brain he had every rights and his success already established.
But one should always take precautions against their own psyche…