A/N: I DO NOT OWN RESIDENT EVIL, ALL RIGHTS GO TO CAPCOM.

FLASHBACK

"So you are a runaway, Mrs. Jenkins?"

Simmons asked. I nodded my head, not wanting to say anything to get me into trouble. Simmons stroked the little beard on his chin. Derek C. Simmons was on his silver name tag attached to his white lab coat.

"You will be perfect for a test subject!"

He exclaimed, eyes glued to his clipboard that had my file clipped to it. His eyes scanned over it a thousand times to make sure there were no flaws with me that could compromise the experiment.

"But sir-"

I shut my mouth not wanting to start anything with this man. His looks were threatening enough as it is. Simmons looked up though, giving me silent permission to continue.

"Wouldn't my parents look for me? Send out a missing persons report and have FBI, CIA or whoever on my trail?"

I didn't even finish my sentence before a booming evil laugh erupted from Simmons mouth.

"Sir?"
"Do you know what my job is?"

Simmons stated looking amused at my statement.

"No, sir..."

I trailed off, not sure if it was a test of my knowledge or just a joke.

"I'm the National Security Advisor! Do you really think that they would suspect me, the man who is suppose to prevent terrorists attacks, doing things like I'm doing now?"

He said, arms stretched out motioning to his dark, wet lab that was securely underground. Giant capsules containing other test subjects with some type of liquid filled in their capsule, the only thing keeping them sleeping and sane. Chemicals of all kinds of colors in different kinds of vials scattered around the lab. Scientists, doctors, guards rushing from one room to another giving information or providing extra help. I have to say, if he had this many people doing his dirty work and no one but them knowing about it then getting away with it...I don't think anyone will ever know.

"Do we have an agreement, Mrs. Jenkins?"

Simmons held out his giant, rough hand for me to shake...and by God I gladly shook it.

"Now, we will test something that one of my dearest researchers made."

Simmons then led me towards a giant room with scientists rushing from desk to desk paying some attention to me, since I was out of place in the sea of white lab coats. A huge canister was dead center in the room. It was similar to the ones where Simmons and I had just been, but more wires were connected to it and instead of its window being only in the front, it was ran all the way around the tank like putting me on some kind of display.

"What is all this, Sir?"

My eyes scanning the room.

"Please no need for that "Sir" business. Call me Simmons."
"OK...What is this...Simmons?"
"You are our star pupil. The project everyone has been waiting for."
"What exactly are you going to do to me?"

Simmons stopped dead in his tracks and turned on his heel to face me, eyes burning into mine. Inside I was praying that I didn't piss him off and that he would scold me for asking him questions and that I had already agreed to it and wanted to back out. When he firmly clasped a hand onto my shoulder, I closed my eyes waiting for that sting on my cheek from a hard slap...but it never came...instead,

"We are going to test mutation."

Is what he said. My eyes opened in shock both at his response and not getting hit.

"What?!"
"That's right. Mutation with the C-Virus."
"C-Virus?"
"The Chrysalid Virus. "C-Virus" for short. It was created by adding an enhanced version of the Veronica Virus with the G-Virus. Not like the T-Virus, it allows the host to keep some of its intelligence giving it the ability to use weapons and coordinate attacks."

With a hardy slap on the back, he led me towards my canister. From there he instructed me to put on a black and white skin-tight spandex jumpsuit with a zipper starting from my stomach all the way towards my neck. A tag was printed onto the left side of the chest area. "0003" it read. Thinking nothing of it, I gave my clothes to a lab worker where she then placed it in a near-by locker. I then proceeded back to the testing area. Workers helped me into the capsule while Simmons played with the controls on the console that would correspond with my, what I now call, "test tank". The door slid open, and I stepped inside scientists already hooking up wires to me. After they stepped out, Simmons had activated a small gravity lift that was at the bottom of the tank making me levitate. The doors slid close, everyone's eyes watching me as if in one movement something amazing would happen.

"Are you ready, Mrs. Jenkins?"

Simmons' hand was already on the lever that would start the process. I took a moment to gather my thoughts about everything. Family, friends, life, goals, my last thoughts. Moments later, when my regrets in life were pushed aside, I answered,

"I've been ready."

A crooked smile stretched across his face and without hesitation...he pulled the lever and that's when my hell started.

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