Chapter 1 : OUTLINE DATA
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Alexia was not as innocent or as imprisoned as Ms Redfield was led to believe. What really happened during the years that Ms Redfield was fighting for my Ashford Master's release...
This is the story I have documented in hopes that long after my Master is dead and buried that the truth can be safely revealed without harming them both in life.
If this story is being released then it should be that both Claire Redfield and Lady Alexia Ashford have passed into Deaths waiting arms peacefully.
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I can only guess my mistresses reasons for keeping in contact with the Redfield girl personally I believe she has found a way to extract her vengeance by playing with this girl.
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As the man reading the journal file looked up he initiated the copy function and began the process of transferring the files to another location. Briefly his eyes glowed a dull red before he repositioned his glasses on his nose and turned towards the exit. Pausing for a moment he drove his black gloved fist through the monitor of the screen before ripping the terminal from the floor and kicking the computer hard-drive with enough force to shatter its components into pieces.
FILE 02: DATA TRACK/B12
When I awoke I felt cold not strong as I had expected, though taller as my body had matured successfully from the process as I predicted I still seemed mentally the same. Through the glass of my prison I saw the outline of a shape reaching from the floor towards me. The last of the hibernation serum I devised drained from the tank and the door hissed open. Stepping out I was met by a cold flush of air, the steel lab and cold empty walls greeted me. At my feet a man reached towards me, blood gushing from a series of wounds across his body he raised one hand, reaching out to me. "Alexia…" he managed to gasp out before falling to deaths cruel embrace.
With a startling realization I knew who this man was, it was Alfred, my brother, all grown up. But he was dead? How? How could this happen? This wasn't in my plans why would my loyal brother be dead. I heard a crackle a screen behind me briefly came to life. I had the opportunity to see a blonde haired man with dark glasses gazing at me before I realized my form was still nude. With only instinct a tendril lashed out from my arm and speared the screen in one shot, ending the abrupt transmission before communication could truly commence.
I was suddenly assaulted by a multitude of voices and pleas I could sense everything, all those connected with my virus, all those with the common strand 'T' and in that moment I was a God. The pain of so many crying minds overwhelmed me and I fell to my knees sobbing. I clutched at the dead body of my brother desperately for a means of support; I vaguely heard a gasp from behind me before I was enveloped in warmth. Arms were around me holding me, and as the pain began to subside I felt truly warm for the first time in my life. My rebirth of complete I was born anew. I felt the arms release me and he warmth retract, No! I tried to snarl but it came out more as a whimper. I heard arguing behind me and turned to see a boy wearing a silver-clipped coaler and a mismatched prison uniform laughing while pointing two automatic pistols at me.
Then I saw her, she was bathed in the light from one of the few remaining damaged lights in my lab. She was radiant and tinged red hair whipped back and forth as she argued with the boy. I am sure my eyes widened further as the boy had the audacity to actually aim his weapons directly upon me. The red-haired beauty of a woman turned and faced me enveloping me in a hug once more. I was being hugged but how? Why? No one other than brother had tried to even touch me before, Alexander spent all his time researching artefacts from Veronicas reign of the family, and no offence I'd never really found hugging Alfred all that enjoyable.
As I further observed the boy he had placed his weapons aside, good he was finally seeing his place… what was he doing with that? The boy had picked up a rocket launcher and was aiming it towards me, quick as a flash I used my newly found powers to pick up a nearby vial of my Veronica Virus and throw it with deadly pin-point accuracy into his head. Unfortunately that was the moment that the red-headed beauty chose to hug me further to her bosom and for a terrible moment my view was obscured and I feared I had missed.
I pulled myself to my feet in desperation, the red-heads arms relinquished me, the scene in front of me was confusing. The man from earlier on the screen was reaching down to grasp the near empty vial of my serum from the boy's eye. I was released from the hug as the women quaked out a sob, she was actually distressed for the boy that had dared laugh, taunt and promise death to me. My companion drew a gun concealed on her from who knows where and proceeded to open fire on the intruder. Free from her grasp I began to actively force my body to mutate to my visualized giant ant form to see if my evolution had been successful; it was time for my moment of ascension. I only partially succeeded but instinct drove me to spit at him and a giant ball of fire was propelled from my jaws and unleashed as a companion to the bullets against the intruder with great vengeance. Unable to hold my transformation I reverted in time for the woman to grab me and pull me from my lab as the fuel tanks the man had slammed into began to detonate. Thrown through the window he bounced onto one of the buildings roof's below and proceeded to fall off completely, unable to stop his momentum in time.
The whirring of blades caught my attention as a helicopter descended upon our position a man reached out a hand and grabbed hers, while I was pulled unceremoniously along for the ride. Explosions continued from my frozen lab complex and the remains of my brother's body were consumed in fire. What hit me the most was the loss of all my perfected Veronica Virus samples, years of work lost?
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FILE 06: DATA TRACK/C7
I huddled close to the women who had saved me, it occurred to me I did not even know my saviours' name, she should have addressed me, she shouldn't have even touched me as an honoured Ashford I was above peasants and yet… I wondered it had felt nice. Not that I was lonely of course, love and affection were inhibiting emotions as a scientist they would only hinder me in my delicate work. Nether the less I suppose, to have someone hold me after my re-birth without hate or fear was… nice.
I felt the hands of the women holding me and felt a jacket draped over my shoulders, a hand gently brushed my hair and her voice whispered reassurances to me. I gazed out the window of the helicopter we were approaching a giant ship, a naval aircraft carrier, Olympic Class. As the helicopter began to descend the arms hugged me again, while this was comfortable I wanted her to go back to stroking me. I was not some animal but a woman and I do not intend my thoughts to be presented in a fashion that may provide weakness, I just feel that reminiscing on these events will help me keep track of my plans.
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Why? Why did she touch me? Why do I want her to do so again I think I might… Hey I said stop recording. I order you to cease. Delete Entry. Stop!
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A hand reached to the data slot and retrieved a disk before placing it back in a case filled with disks and continuing, he mutter briefly in annoyance at the tediousness of the Ashford's mumbles and wondered when he would arrive at the statements of her research. Picking another disc from the case he inserted it into the machine and awaited the music signalling the load was complete and ready to play the file.
FILE 11: DATA TRACK/A6
It has been months since my re-birth, while events of the day are still disturbing I have easily regained the favour of the cooperation's remnants. Tricell is most loyal and while mostly a facsimile of our former glory their efforts have not been in vain. Upon my arrival on the carrier I was quickly separated from her and dragged within the depths of the cruiser. I heard her crying after me, calling me. I don't know if she was crying but I would like to imagine she did. I heard her yelling she would come for me and that was the last I saw of her in person since then.
Once on the captains bridge I was assessed of the situation and debriefed by my servants, Umbrella had been using this ship as a base for years the Arcadia was an excellent research post and less likely to cause a disaster should there be a virus spill. Though my survival from and encounter with a Redfield was unexpected I was congratulated on my deception. It was a shock to learn that the woman who had held me close and inspired such warmth within me was an enemy of the corporation and not only that but a very effective one, while not rated as high as her brother she was ranked as an A-risk threat. Her brother Christopher Redfield was ranked in the 'S' class. A former partner of hers was now a Special Agent for the United States government.
It was then I received my mission from Lord Spencer, I was too pretend to go into jail at a high security detention facility. In reality I would be on another Umbrella base located off a small island in theArabian Sea, I would be free to continue my conduction of viral research to aid the cooperation. It was a good plan but there was a minor flaw. It was why I was rushed back here for this meeting so fast, she is visiting me in prison. A prison I am not even in, nor ever have been. Today is my first chance to meet my savoir, Claire Redfield.
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As the disk was removed the black gloved hand took the disc carefully before crushing it to dust brutally. Throwing the dust from his now grey and sliver stained glove he resisted the urge to scream at the seemingly never-ending interference of Redfield's in his plans. After taking a moment to collect himself he reached for a syringe filled with ominously bubbling black liquid and injected himself swiftly. Glancing up at the digital wall clock he reached for another disk and repeated the process he had begun to find truly tedious as he searched in vain for more important viral information than the diary of an insane megalomaniac. He did not recognise the irony of his more aggressive thoughts of that nature.
FILE 13: DATA TRACK/D7
She was as radiant as the first time I met her, the prison uniform had to look well used so we borrowed one the old user wouldn't need it anymore anyway. Unfortunately I forgot about the blood from the owners death and had to fumble and excuse for the reason. Fortunately this just meant I got another hug and…
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Gladly the disk was ejected as the man looked on in disgust. Not only did he have to listen to the diary of a socially inept psychopath, who couldn't tell the different between right and wrong but he had to listen to her ramblings over her first crush. This virus data had better be worth it. As he reached for another disc he prayed briefly for the first time in decades for there to be something useful on the data carrying medium.
FILE 18: DATA TRACK/A4
She swore to save me, to help me become free. She told me that when I began viral research it wasn't illegal and from my deep sleep I was therefore not responsible. She had spent time protesting and signing forms in an effort for my release. While futile in her attempts it was amazing she was so wilful and willing to save someone the rest of the world considered evil. Of course if signing petitions changed anything then governments would have made it illegal years ago, the same principle applied with voting. However this was not to last as I
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Frustrated beyond belief the man ejected the disc and threw it into the wall. Turing off the monitor he closed the disc case and left his lab, incapable of putting up with more teenaged ramblings. As he stormed down the hall he briefly heard someone call for him but ignoring the repeated shouts of "Captain Wesker!" he continued out of the main office and into the elevator.
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