Author: That was pretty fast of me. But hey, I'm just getting excited I guess. =Shrugs.= Second Chapter is up and will tell you some things that are going on for you to understand more clearly. That's what stories are for, right?

Disclaimer: I don't own Resident Evil or any of it's characters. But I do owe this story.

You already know the characters, so yeah.

Warning: Minor Surgery, Mild Violence, Pointless Argueing, Vile language, and sexual suggestions.

Enjoy.

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"Just have to pick up the finishing touches.... And my research and experiment shall be complete after results are successfully in." Albert Wesker said to the sleeping Claire.

He poked all sorts of needles and wires into her delicate and creamy skin. Mostly on her neck, arms, and legs. The red wires represented of recieving and giving blood. The blue ones represented of injecting more of the sample Wesker had made himself with the original virus.

Peircing one more needle into the side of Claire's neck, the male who wore those ridculiously large sunglasses stepped back a couple. Staring at her helpless, and knocked out face.

He smoothly brushed one leather black-gloved hand against her cheek before quickly dodging it away as if she would wake up and bite his fingers at any moment.

Claire's position appeared uncomfortable. Apparently to the lack of sitting. Her waist had a metal chain wrapped around it and connected to the wall behind her. Making the poor girl stand up straight. Her head carelessly bobbing to the side, her scrawny shoulder blade supporting that clever, but dizzy feeling skull.

A securely shut metal door slid open in up direction from outside of the laboratory. A blonde haired man in an scientist dresscoat and uniform stepping in until he stood next to Wesker.

"How is the experiment going?" He asked in a chill voice.

"Quite well, actually." Albert Wesker responded, walking over to a rectangular metallic desk with assortments of torturing instruments. A long side with the needles and syringes.

"I see you've caught quite a beauty in your hands." William Birkin stated when he examined the female who stood up so awkwardly. "I'm sure she'll make a good success for your own and personally new immortal puppet wife."

"Yes, but I'm afraid I can't finish up the experiment afterall..." A sound of disappointment escaped Wesker's usually calm and sootheing voice when he stared down once again at everything that was set on the table in front of him. "The G-Virus sample is missing."

"What!?" Birkin's eyes popped out from beneath his shining glasses, pissed off that Wesker lost the sample. "Do you have any damned idea on how important that sample is!?"

"Yes, I do. I'm not a fucking idiot, if that's what you are meaning to say." Tearing his hidden red eyes from the table to the other man, Wesker managed to scowl at him once more. "Be patient, I'll frickin' find it. That damned Chris Redfield must've obtained it while we fought."

Claire's numb fingertips slightly twitched at the sound of the two blonde haired men argueing and at the mention of her brother's name.

"Hmph, what about that stupid daughter of yours?" Albert Wesker walked over to Claire, removing a couple of needles and wires he thought was now un-nessicary to the process.

"Sherry? For one, she's not stupid. She's just a nusiance to me and her mother. And always was," Birkin replied in a cruel sense. "And two, she doesn't matter. Why did you even bring her up?"

"Well, if she is a survivor... She could find us and see what we're doing to Claire. If she knows she is still human, our plans maybe ruined if she tries to turn us in." Albert shrugged and continued to stare at Claire.

William stepped up and looked more closely at her after Wesker had.

"We need to find that sample, fast."

"Don't worry your little head about it... You can watch her, while I search for her brother." Wesker suggested.

"Good idea."

"And don't think of doing anything sexual with her. She's mine." The former S.T.A.R's member warned and walked through the automatic door.

"My, you are such a pretty one. Would be a shame to see you turn into a zombie so soon." The scientist chuckled as he sat down in one of those movement black office chairs, not keeping his eyes off of Claire's form.

His attention then turned towards one of the computer screens that were activated. Cameras were scanning about every room in the building he and Claire were in.

Mostly zombies captured William's eyes, then a rather gigantic man in a pukish green overcoat stomped over to one of the lowest cameras. His fists were the size of beach balls as he slammed it at one of the cameras. The computer screen that was tuned on that show turned static and had no more service.

"Hm... Strange creature. Don't believe I've seen that one before." He flickered his chocolate eyes back to Claire, who was breatheing more steadily than before.

"And when the time comes, you shall be my most successful creation..."

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The Virus sample was still safe in my pantspocket.

I didn't stop until I met this rather circular looking building. Most buildings were squared or even triangular. Circled buildings came as a surprise to me. The bottom was flatly a square though, so that kept me off my interests.

"Hopefully Claire is in here..." I sighed after saying my sister's name, remembering that pale and lonely face from last I have seen her.

A little girl with yellowish hair rushed past me, screaming in horror.

"Zombies!" She cried out and banged on one of the doors that led inside of such a strange circular building that I just eyed a few seconds ago.

"Woah, woah, easy there!" I said, bringing her attention to me as I calmly walked to her. I stared behind myself to make sure the coast was clear.

"There aren't no zombies here. . . At least not yet, anyways." I tried to assure her, but the fear in her light blue eyes made me nervous.

She wore one of those blue school uniforms, which kind of reminded me of one of those cartoons. Those anime cartoons that my sister watched when she was younger. What was it called? Oh yeah. "Sailor Moon" That's the chick that this girl kind of looked like to me with that outfit she wore.

She also had a golden chained necklace dangling around her neck. It seemed expensive.

"D-Do you know... Where my Da-Daddy... is?" She stuttered, backing away with wide eyes from me as if I was a massive criminal.

"No, I'm sorry. But I don't know where you dad is," I shook my head sighing. Maybe she knew where Claire was. Then again, she seemed very annoying and too anxious to know what was going on around her. Still, had to give it a try. "Have you seen a brown haired woman with blue eyes, currently wearing a white hospital gown around here?"

She quietly dabbed at her red swalloned eyes, sniffling. "N-no... I don't think so... Maybe she turned into one of those evil zombies..." She pointed out which made me angry.

"Like you know anything, you big brat! Stop crying and act like a woman." Sounded a bit sexist, but still. She had to straighten up. "What's your name?" Of course, trying to calm her down by making normal conversations.

"Sherry... Sherry Birkin." Birkin. Sounds so familiar. But how come I don't exactly know why or who?

"I'll tell you what, I'll help you find your father and protect you. IF, you behave." I nodded to myself proudly at this.

"O-Ok..." She sniffled a couple of more times. Her eyes starting to go to normal state. "What's your name?"

"Chris." I gently took the girl's hand and led her to the other side of the building.

"Oh... Nice to meet you Chris." Sherry said, making a soft smile appear on her small face.

"Yeah, you too." Didn't really mean it but ok.

I sighed once again in annoyance and irration. Man, this is going to be a long adventure. Even if I'm tempted to feed Sherry to a sewer alligator and guts and blood spraying everywhere. With her bones crunching. That would make anyone's day.

But for now, anything was worth it to save my sister!

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Author: Oohhh, a little drama touch here and there. Does Albert having something going on with Claire? Or just says that to make William Jealous? Either way, I enjoy the suspense and thrillers...

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