Escaping was the first thing on his mind, he had to leave this facility and gain his momentum before exploring what had occurred with him and how long it had been since his death. He stood, blood dripping from his naked and blackened physique. Calm down, Wesker muttered mentally to himself - allowing for a quick mentality check before he progressed further through this forsaken building. Anger raced through him like white hot heat - as if his body had been engulfed by flames, and the radiating heat was what he was currently waiting to settle.

His golden feline eyes flashed open, unaware he had them closed in the first place before glancing around the room - observing for any further problems to force his hand. "Now, let's get out of here." He purred to himself, his eyes flashing to the stickiness beneath his feet - the very same crimson liquid that was riveting down his strained muscles. Leaning forward, Wesker pinched the nearest lanyard he could acquire before inhumanly moving towards to the exit - lifting the very object to the ID scanner, only to hear the very familiar bleep of acceptance. The swoosh of the mechanic door opened, leaving the Uroboros contained tyrant to move freely.

The obscenely white walled corridor lead Wesker into what seemed a locker room, fully equipped it seemed with weapons, protective equipment, lab coats and possibly everything required for a possible virus outbreak.

Amateurs.

The ex-chairman thought to himself whilst his fingers gripped the first locker door too hard - the indentations of his fingers present as he snapped the door from it's very hinge with a mere feeble pull. His thoughts recalled some deep and hazy memories, as if watching through a blurred screen or through a veil of some sort.

"Sir, he's waking up. We need to sedate him, he's uncontrollable and we'll all be…" The words faded from the desolate abyss that Wesker had found himself in. The floating feeling was already beginning to reside, bringing the constant reminder of that irritating beeping sound to his ears. His body felt alive, more so than it had ever felt before - the constant reminder of the life prior to the virus he had been given by Birkin had been forgotten. This wasn't the same, this were no hands of death grasping for his cold corpse once again. Painfully aware of something in him, flowing through his bloodstream making itself known with each throb and echo in his mind. Uroboros lived!? Impossible, they had yet to see any superior results with his DNA incompatibility. Yet, whilst Wesker could feel the ebbing of something entirely different - power perhaps, something had changed.

Something had been modified within him, something new and the thought displeased him. Who dare consider experimenting on him? The Albert Wesker, one of the two remaining Wesker children from the program. The only one who had shown promising results in both his DNA structure and I.Q - Alex was weak and feeble, suffering from early in her childhood of disease, one that the Progenitor virus. After all, Albert had been the first virologist to acknowledge the potential link between mentality and psychological relation to mutation..

A beast like sound escaped Wesker's lips, silencing the darkness that encased him as he felt something sharp against his left limb. Having not felt pain since he injected the serum Birkin had given him prior to the Arklay Mansion, it was almost as if his nerve endings were alight. It was through the fogginess that he could hear something, as if choking or gasping for air - was it himself?

"Get him off of him, don't you see he's going to kill him…" A female voice wailed, it irritated him - fury building inside of him until he felt something wet against his entire body and the same irate noise turned shriek before succumbing to darkness and silence yet again.

With a slight shake of his head, Wesker eradicated the thoughts from his mind - now was not the time, now was the time to escape. Grasping the flimsy material in his hands, Wesker dressed himself in the unbranded black uniform - the same as those previous mercenaries he had butchered upon his rebirth. Strapping a watch to his left wrist, calculating how much time it would take to escape this very building and if required - blowing it to dust. Except, his thoughts were halted when he heard the alarms, siren throughout the facility. Clutching his head as the pain radiated through his skull. The loud shrill of the alarms going off were enough to cause the viruses, especially the Uroboros within him to deviate. The familiar and overwhelming desire to decapitate himself had crossed his mind before - now there was no one to administer his counter-active drug for him, the one to control and sedate the viruses within him. Wesker had cut his ties long before with Excella Gionne, now he had all but himself to blame.

"Shut it off.." He snarled to no one in particular, this section of the facility had been silent - clearly restricted to lower level scientists/researchers. His nails began to bite into the very flesh of his forehead, unaware of the small amount of onyx blood dripping from the indentations. The former chairman's vision had all but blurred, as if if he were under the influence of alcohol - the burning in his eyes as he tried to focus on his surroundings. Having escaped death not once but twice, it seemed Uroboros was taking his body as revenge. His movements were unsure and slow, unlike his usually fast, feline motor skills - yet his serpentine eyes dilated as Wesker began to lose every little thread of control that remained within his grasp.

Without being able to focus on anything but the dreary voices within his mind, the Uroboros controlling him and the familiar tick in his jaw as he fought hard but vainly lost.

Within mere moments of the Uroboros taking control of Wesker's body and mind, the tyrant had emerged. Yet, something had already distracted the tyrant from the noise - a sickly sweet smell caught his scenes, a pheromone or some something alike. Greedy and hungry, the Uroboros inflicted Wesker followed like a puppet - following the scent like he already knew the map of the facility before it came to another cryostasis chamber. Inhaling deeply, the scent being devoured and consumed within him as the virus raged in his body.

Consume…

Devour…..

What should have been an inaudible whimper was loud for the Tyrant as his head snapped towards the offending sound. A female, barely thirty with long brunette, almost black hair which cascaded over her shoulders. Her lab coat had been shredded, torn into pieces with obvious claw marks. Cocking his head to the left, had there been another monster within this facility? Had they been using his blood, his DNA for other bio-organic weapons? His feline eyes closed into slits, glaring at the offending woman. All it took was a simple, speedy movement thanks to Wesker's inhuman abilities, he had grasped her weak neck with his leather clad fingers - tilting her head with force as he brought his face to her neck.

The smell was pungent, as instantly the parasite within him craved more. Desired more, wanted more. With the lack of control, Wesker had no choice but to follow - his mouth opening as he were about to bite into her jugular. Except she fell from his grasp as a howl escaped his pale lips, a syringe had pierced through the uniform and into his side. Snarling underneath his breath as he fought valiantly against the turmoil within his body, before eventually falling to a heap on the ground. The words, still remained and echoed in his mind - to consume and devour her as the Uroboros craved for more - fighting for dominance against both his body and the Progenitor virus that slept dormant in his DNA. Wesker craved for power, more power than what he had already. Albert Wesker was a God, in his own right.

"Now now, Wesker. Couldn't have you ending your salvation could we?" His golden eyes scanned the figure above him - darkness covered his face from the brightness of the LED lights above him. All he could see were the stark contrast of the red covering his perfectly pristine lab coat.