The Wesker Project
Chapter 1
8th June 1960
Oswell E. Spencer stared at the helpless woman as she was giving birth. He laughed as he heard her painful howls. Her twisted, contorted facial features pleased him. Little did she know that Spencer had injected her with a powerful sedative, took out the embryo, and injected it with a low dose of the prototype T-Virus.
He walked out of the sterile room and smiled and spoke. "Soon my weapon will be here, no one will laugh at me anymore". The scientists were baffled, they knew something about a project but that was it. Spencer was smart, burning all the files about his "pet" project for two reasons, the obvious being he didn't want the files getting into the possession of any of Umbrella's competition. He laughed at that word, Umbrella were far superior to any other company.
The woman pushed for several hours, no pain relief was given, on Spencer's orders, he didn't want anything happening to the child. He didn't care about her, he had already murdered her husband. She (her name was Maria Wesker but Spencer referred to her as "she") finally gave birth, the baby taken away from her by a female lab assistant and wrapped in a white towel. Maria sobbed as Spencer entered the room and spoke in a pleased tone. "Well my dear, you have done well. You will be noted for your...assistance to me". "Assistance? What do you mean?" Maria couldn't breathe properly as she spoke but then she screamed. She cried and pushed as another child pushed against her pelvis.
"She is having another child?" Spencer didn't know what to think, should he be happy? Two children instead of his planned one? He looked at Maria and smiled as she writhed and hissed. She pushed so hard the veins on her neck and forehead were sticking out and the second baby was born. A green faced scientist put the baby in a towel and put it beside her. He then ran out and threw up in the bin.
Spencer looked at both babies, the first born was a boy, platinum hair and blue with a hint of grey eyes. The second born was a girl, again with platinum hair but striking green eyes. Both were very fair skinned. He decided on names. He penciled a few down but quickly rubbed them out. "Hmm, how about Albert and Alice? Yes, yes, those names will do". He picked up the baby boy, who refused to look at him. The baby girl however stared at him and he almost let himself care for her. He shook that thought from his mind as two assistants came into the room and picked up the babies in order to wash them, clothe and feed them.
They used a breast pump on Maria, who fell asleep due to exhaustion, though she quietly muttered her husbands name "John...John". The sterilized bottles were filled and given to the babies to drink. Both fed well to Spencer's relief. A few of his team had beaming smiles on their faces, they adored the babies. Spencer couldn't care less. Or could he?
In the other room, Maria had passed away, one tear on her cheek all that was left of her sanity, her fragility and her life.
