Prologue

"Ready for take off." The helicopter lifted into the air and made its way outside of Raccoon city. As it did the sun began to rise. As the mourning light shined a small object detonated causing a huge explosion throughout the city. From what Red could see, what used to be his home was enveloped in a large cloud of dust and debris.

Though Red and Sin got out alive, they were never heard of again.

6 months later

"Ugh. My head." Red grumbled. He looked around dazed. Where am I? Was all that he asked himself. He sat up and leaned against the nearest object for support. Feeling around he discovered that he was leaning on a wall. His body was sore. It took a while but his vision was restored. His eyes shifted around. Steel bars, a small room made of steel. I must be in hell. Was his conclusion.

A door slammed shut followed by foot-steps. Then soon the devil himself showed up. "Hey, buddy." He said in a nice calm voice. Red glared at him. His eyes full of hatred. In a weak voice he said, "R-O-B-E-R-T." The man smiled. "Ah. So you do remember me." He bent down to face Red.

"My dear friend, Red." He said. "Do you know where you are?" The ex-cop couldn't tell. "Your a long-long-LONG way from home." He chuckled. "Too bad you'll never see civilization again." With that being said Robert stood up and left. Damn him! Damn him to hell! Strength was beginning to return to him.

"Damn you! Robert! When I get out of here and I will!" Red began. "I'll kill you in the worst way possible!" Someone in the cell in the cell next to him heard his yelling. "Red?" A female voice was heard. "Sin? Sin!" He smiled to himself glad that she was still okay.

"How much of that did you hear?" He asked. "All of it." She responded. Sin leaned on the other side of the wall Red was leaning on. "What do you suppose is going to happen to us?" If I only knew. "Red?"

He shook his head. "We'll think of something. Don't worry." Sin hugged her legs resting her head on them. A mild jolt of pain shot through Red's left arm. It hurt, but enough to make him cry in agony.

Suddenly he passed out. "Are you okay?" She asked, but then decided he had fallen asleep.

Robert carried a stack of files in his office. He set them on the desk wanting to get a moment to himself before he began his review over a new test subject.

He opened the file and skimmed through the papers. Interesting. He laughed. The papers described that the subject showed very small but noticeable muscular growth. He sipped the cup of coffee that sat near the files. The cup was black, and strong. Robert was in for a long night and was going to need every drop of the bitterness to keep him going.

((For those of you who don't understand. Please read my previous story "Viral Infection." Oh and do review.))