:: Prologue :: Edited by Naoko Suki
November 14th, 2011, Some Hell-hole road on the outskirts of New York City;
Rain fell that entire day, so much that not even under the rocks were dry. Wind had knocked over the weaker trees all over the area. The people with families were surely warm at home, most likely reciting the latest family story or huddling around the fire. Of course people who didn't get the luxury of a family were either working or out alone. Albert Wesker was a prime example of someone 'alone' or 'at work'.
Driving down this Hellish road was Wesker himself, with a Mr. Robert Brown in the passenger seat. Robert had been a hard and dry man to every human he's met; which enticed Wesker to join Mr. Browns company and work for him. Although after Robert got married, he turned into quite the softy. Wesker thought he was such a pathetic man now. That's why you don't start families.
The long road was quite lonely, with some debris on the sides the only other cars seen were passed hours ago. Robert had spoken up.
"Albert, what is that? Up there?" worry was in his voice. He has pointed forward and Wesker followed the direction up to the side.
They continued to approach the site and Wesker replied.
"It looks like a car accident."
"Obviously it is! Where's the ambulance?"
"I am sure you can see what I can, and there isn't one." Wesker tried to keep his patience.
Mr. Brown looked annoyed. "I can see that!" He huffed and shifted more in his seat. "Albert, stop the car."
"No, Mr. Brown, we must-"
"Wesker, it's an order." Robert definitely just cut him off.
Weskers' eyes narrowed. Order? He himself is the only one with the right to order others in this pathetic world. Pitiful man. Be grateful that you still have some use to me.
He pulled the car over just past the accident and stepped out of the car with Robert. Wesker smelled blood, which was not unusual. But it smelt strange, almost a familiarity to it. His employer was already standing next to one of the cars from the accident.
Peeking inside, he found the driver. A male teen who didn't look a day over 17. Wesker sighed.
"He's dead, Robert."
"Well then let's check the second car."
Weskers' patience was beginning to thin from having to stand out in the rain when they should have stayed on track. Although when he got closer to the car, the peculiar smell of blood was stronger. The strange one. Brown followed up behind, looking through the drivers' door with him.
The window was shattered along with most of the windshield, the remaining pieces still tact to the door were covered with blood. Her red hair was stained even darker with the blood mixed in; head resting on the wheel. Fortunately they saw she was breathing short and quick breaths.
"Oh my God. Albert! Get that poor thing out! But be careful, she's definitely broken something."
Wesker said nothing and complied, pulling her from the wreckage. Her purse was tied and dangled from her arm as she was being taken, and laid beside her as she was set down on the asphalt. He gets a good look at her face which is covered in blood, but not for long. The rain was washing away as much as it could. He could tell her forehead had an impact on it, no airbag would do that. Because of her clothing stringing to her now wet body, he could tell a few ribs were broken, along with her left arm. The silence was broken when the girl coughed and just barely opened her eyes.
"What the…" she whispered.
"Shh, try not to speak. You need to relax, we won't hurt you." Brown stated softly.
The girl mustered a horrible chuckle.
"Yeah, as if anything could top this pain." She stayed smiling. "It's not the first time. I'm not afraid of death…but I don't want to die. Not now."
Browns face contorted as he thought. Although Wesker already knew his plan before he received the look and a nod.
"We won't let you die. We will help you sweetie." Robert replied.
Wesker complied with his employers' wishes and picked the girl back up bridal style, only to be rewarded with a yell of pain from her mouth into his ear. Walking towards the backdoor Brown opened, he laid her inside closing the door promptly afterwards.
The two men sat back into their seats. Wesker drove as Mr. Brown stared quite eerily at the woman in the back. Not even minutes back on the road, they heard an almost unintelligible sentence escape the girls' lips.
"Joe Fredericks is the biggest ass-hole in the world."
Mr. Brown kept staring until she fell unconscious after the phrase. He turned back forward and laughed.
"Interesting last words. The guy must be quite horrible."
"Indeed, Mr. Brown."
Even though he was against it at first, Wesker knew something good was going to come from this. For some reason the storm had died down, and he was able to drive much faster back to New York. He could only smile. The Redfield sister was in his hands. If she makes it, he knew the plans using her would be endless.
