Note: This is the first part of the second chapter since, in total, it is over 18 pages. I've split it. Also, the character Mary is a parody and I'm quite sure that it'll become obvious of what soon. Please enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Jack Krauser or Albert Wesker. I only own Mary S. Hart. And even then, I don't want her.

2018

Disconnect and self destruct one bullet at a time.

"He's beautiful," Dr. Mary S. Hart murmured softly to herself, fingertips touching the cool glass of the large cylinder. "So beautiful…" Her blue eyes looked up in reverence of the man sleeping within, a smile on her lips. "Oh, Albert…We're going to be together soon. I promise."

Albert Wesker didn't reply, but Mary didn't mind. He had been sleeping for a very long time, almost ten years now, yet Mary knew that he could hear her. God, even after all these years, her heart still ached when she looked at him. His muscular and athletic frame was lightly floating in the green-tinged and nutrient-rich water, golden hair swaying slightly, eyes closed, a mask that helped regulate his breathing firmly on his face. A monitor beside the tube exposed his vitals, and Mary grabbed a chart and wrote them down out of pure reflex.

It was hard to believe that the first time she had seen him ten years ago, his body had been hellishly ravaged. His legs and waist had been horribly burned from the lava, bullets embedded into his torso, the leather from his clothes melted into his skin at some points, and the disgusting Uroboros worms twisting and writhing in his arms and chest. Wesker had been millimeters away from death, but Mary had managed to save him against all the odds. And now, he was painfully handsome, skin smooth and supple with no signs of any scars whatsoever.

Ever after all the experiments they had done, Wesker was a spectacular specimen. A lot of people had died until Mary had managed to figure out exactly how to sedate him, but every single death was worth it. It was moments like this, when she was alone with him, that she realized just happy she was that other labs had unleashed the virus upon the world. Her lab hadn't been affected, not really; the small lab had already been extremely private and self-contained previously, located about an hour's drive away from Moscow in Russia. Even while the world outside was dead and scattered, she and the rest of the staff, which consisted of fifty people, were free to live their lives and continue their research as they saw fit.

But none of them had the privilege of overseeing Wesker. Mary knew the tyrant inside and out, knew how his virus worked, how Uroboros had finally accepted and merged into his body, and everything in between. Every day, she would spend hours watching him sleep, telling him about her day, venting about the bitches she had to be in constant contact with, or even read him classical books that she believed he would like. Normally, he was always as still as death, though there had been one or two times over the years where he would twitch. That was how Mary knew that he was listening, and the thought made her heart soar.

Some of the scientists were jealous of her, though. They wanted to have Wesker sleeping forever, dreading about the damage that he could do if he ever woke up. They constantly reminded her of what he had done to Excella, but they were all fools. Wesker wouldn't hurt her because she understood him, understood his life and his work deeper than anyone else ever could. It the others knew what she was planning to do tonight, they'd be furious; in fact, they would probably kick her out of the complex and into the wasteland outside. But they just didn't understand. She was tired of all of them mindlessly passing the days without any kind of leadership as well as spending her life alone with a single person on her side.

Mary smiled widely. Not anymore. No one was going to stop her; it was 3 AM, and everyone else had fallen asleep for a few precious hours. The woman walked to a nearby bathroom and looked herself over quickly. She was dressed in a simple and short black skirt, a tight low-cut white blouse, black high heels, and a rare clean lab coat she had managed to steal a few nights ago. The woman quickly applied some lip gloss from an old tube and slipped on a silver chain with a ring on the end.

The ring was fashioned with an elaborate emblem on the front, and Mary stroked it delicately with a fingertip. She could vaguely remember how Tricell members had found it on the huge ship in Africa all those years ago, but they really didn't matter. What did matter was that the ring supposedly belonged to Wesker, his initials carved into the inside of the band. Mary had been keeping it for him and the knowledge that he would be happy that she had kept it made her giddy inside.

Knowing that she was as ready as she ever would be, Mary walked back to the lab and went to the control panel. "Just a few minutes," she said softly with a smile, fingers flying across the keyboard. With a press of the "Enter" key, the tube suddenly began to glow, neglected mechanics suddenly whirring to life. The water began to drain. Mary smiled more, knowing that the mask would now be administering a gas that would help wake the handsome man up, and she couldn't help but bounce with delight as the glass slowly slid downward. Her fingers brushed against his surprisingly warm skin as she reached up and pulled the mask completely off, a shiver shooting down her spine. This close, Wesker felt so…so warm, so close, and so damn real. After all these years, Mary was finally able to touch him again, and he was just as alive as she had imagined him.

For a few moments, Wesker swayed on his feet, taking slow and halting breaths, unused to the action. The scientist bit her lip in delight, reaching out and touching his cheek. "Albert," she whispered.

Wesker opened his eyes.

It hurt to think, an oppressive fog gripping Wesker's brain like razor-tipped tentacles. He was so tired that breathing was difficult and keeping his eyes open almost physically hurt. Something gentle was stroking his face, and through his dim vision, he could make out a feminine face. The blinding light in the room made his eyes hurt more, and he shut them with a soft groan.

"Easy, easy," the woman said, now stroking his hair as though he was some kind of child. "Don't rush anything, Albert. You've been asleep for a very long time, so you're going to feel a bit strange."

Wesker swallowed and winced, throat painfully dry. His lips moved slowly, a few seconds passing before he finally managed to croak, "W…who…" He wasn't even able to finish, coughing hard as that strange woman smiled brightly.

"Mary! Dr. Hart! Don't you remember?" she said, stroking his hair again and looking around. "Oh! Damn, I forgot about the lights. They're probably hurting you." She walked off, and Wesker leaned heavily against the console as the fog in his mind started to clear. He took a moment to look around at the lab, then at himself, a bit surprised that he was completely naked. Before he could ponder this, however the memories slammed into his brain. Blood, fire, pain, Chris, black tentacles wrapping around and shooting into his body, screaming, gun shots. Searing heat, freezing cold, asphyxiation, drills, laughing, darknesss….

"Here." Mary's voice snapped him out of his trance, and he looked up to watch her pull a chair over. Like a mother, she draped a lab coat over his shoulders and handed him a small but cold bottle of water. A surge of deep hate washed over him as she actually dared to guide and push him into the chair as if he was some weak and disabled child. Even worse, she was watching his every move with something akin to reverence, smiling as he drank the water slowly.

While Wesker tried to collect himself, Mary tried to contain her excitement. He was more beautiful than she had comprehended, eyes glowing in the dim light, muscles rippling beneath his pale skin. All she wanted to do was reach out and touch him, but that was much too bold. Still, she couldn't stop her eyes from roaming over every inch of his body, as though she was seeing it for the first time. Only after being awake for only ten minutes, he seemed to be quite aware of his surroundings, his reflexes seeming to be working as well as an intelligent spark in those beautiful eyes. Some of the scientists had been strangely terrified of them, and she never understood why. Inhuman, perhaps, but that was made them unique and special, just like their owner.

"C…clothes," Wesker said, still a little hoarse but feeling his strength returning to his limbs. "I n….need clothes…" The woman nodded and smiled, pulling out a small flashlight to check his pupils before standing up straight. Once again, he felt that surge of hatred when she ran a hand along his chest. He absolutely hated physical contact that he didn't initiate, especially from this forward bitch that was seriously invading his personal space. Who the hell was this meek scientist? And where the hell was he? What had happened? Too many questions, and he didn't have the strength yet to find the answers. He felt weak and drowsy but refused to go back to sleep. Not just yet.

Hating the light, he pushed her hands away, panting softly as she smiled. "They were destroyed a long time ago. But I can easily get you some new ones. Stand slowly; don't push it." Wesker narrowed her eyes at her, fighting back an instinctive growl. Every fiber of his being wanted to rip into her, and it was difficult containing his feelings.

"Where am I?" he asked, and Mary blinked as he slowly stood and tied the labcoat around his waist to hide his nudity. She saw a flash of his member and blushed madly, snapping her head up when he cleared his throat. "See something you like?"

"O-o-oh! Um." The woman trailed off and straightened, clearing her throat. "This is the Tricell Lab Number Thirteen in Russia, about an hour away from Moscow." She looked up at him. "You were taken here after the Uroboros Incident…Oh! Speaking of which!" Wesker raised an eyebrow as she pulled the chain off of her neck and handed him his ring. The ring was one of the very few sentimental items that Wesker had kept, and to have this weak little human touching it almost sent him over the edge. "Here. This is yours. I've been keeping it all these years for you."

Instead of lashing out, Wesker simply nodded and slipped it into his hand. The slight weight and cool feel of the metal actually calmed him slightly. When she started walking, he followed, watching her swipe an old keycard on a reader. The door unlocked, and they walked in. Mary flicked on a light, exposing a room full of a surprising variety of clothes hanging up or folded. She chewed on a nail nervously and said, "Please. Help yourself. We have plenty."

He ignored her, taking the time to gather his thoughts and senses. He found that he was…quite aware of not only Mary's presence, but everyone's in the facility. The man could even feel a number of Hunters and even some Lickers. But, there was one presence that was completely different, filled with fury and power, hate and pain. It felt familiar, however; Wesker found a strange sort of kinship to it.

Shaking his head slightly, the blonde selected a pair of dark jeans that fit his hips, tugging on a black tank top and some black army boots. Now that he was finally clothed, he visibly relaxed, beginning to feel more like himself as his mind completely cleared and focused. He approached Mary, who literally seemed to swoon. Wesker wanted to snap her neck in twain. The only thing stopping him was that he needed answers, but the way that she seemed to worship his every breath was pissing him off. Still…Perhaps her smitten nature would be of some use to him.

Forcing himself to smile charmingly, Wesker lightly brushed Mary's cheek with the back of his hand. "Now. What was your name again?" he purred huskily. "Forgive me, but my mind is still a bit..foggy."

"M-Mary," she responded in a breathless tone as Wesker looked her over. For a scientist, she i was/i pretty though not a model. There was intelligence in her eyes, but it was eclipsed by her mindless adoration of him. This Mary woman was smart but naïve. Trusting. Easy to manipulate. She had probably charmed or fucked her way through the ranks of Tricell. Yet, there was without a doubt that she worshipped him for whatever reason.

Jesus. He had dealt with her type before. Using her would be painfully easy.

"I talked to you while you slept. Did you hear me?"

"Yes…I think I did. I do remember a melodic voice speaking to me in my dreams." Mary smiled, opening her mouth to reply but freezing as a dim roar echoed through the halls, the walls in the room shaking slightly. The scientist started to shake, actually holding onto Wesker's arm. He allowed it, listening and feeling something primal rear its head in his body. "And what, dear Mary, was that?"

"J-Jack Krauser. He must be having a nightmare again." Her voice was tinged with terror and disgust, but Wesker perked up. He felt a sudden rush of…relief? Happiness? Jack was one of the few people in the world that had trusted completely. While they had butted heads often, Jack's mere presence had always been comforting if only because of the virus coursing through his veins. Then, the happy feeling faded to a red haze. Jack was screaming in pain. Jack was the dark presence. In all the years that Wesker had known the soldier, he had never once heard him scream. Not after Saddler's island when his body was half-destroyed. Not when his chopper had crashed and he was bleeding out on the jungle floor. Not even when a pack of Hunters had sliced open his guts and tried to eat them while he fought them off.

Mary just shook her head and looked at him. "Are you hungry? Well, of course, you must be—" Her words were cut off when he grabbed her neck and shoved her into the wall. "Take me to him," he hissed, eyes flashing when she shook her head.

"H-He's too dangerous!" she cried, shrieking when he shoved her again. "PLEASE! Albert, he-he's under the highest security we c-c-can afford! There's a reason f-f—for it!" She flinched when he moved closer, swallowing as he learned his head down so close to hers that their lips were touching.

"Take. Me. To him," he whispered, his lips then brushing the skin of her neck. "Please, Mary. Please." Mary's whole body shook with terror, but she finally nodded. The man stepped back, following her down a dark hallway as she rushed out of the room. The virus running through his veins seemed to sing, knowing that its blood brother was nearby. Sure, Jack was infected with a cocktail of viruses, but he was still a Tyrant.

"H-h-he was capturing six months after you," Mary was saying as they approached a huge door. It was obviously thick metal, a single valve located in the center. Beside the door was a simple keypad as well as a card reader. With shaking fingers, she punched in a code and swiped her card, stiffening when he touched the small of her back.

"Leave," he whispered softly in her ear, but Mary shook her head.

"I-I-I wouldn't g-go in there alone…It's not pretty…"

Wesker actually kissed her neck, biting gently. "It's alright." She blushed deeply as she opened the door and walked in. A light flickered on, and Wesker's eyes widened a fraction as he looked around. The chamber within wasn't very large, holding only a single computer monitor and console besides a large tube in the center. The walls and floor around it were covered—literally covered in dried blood: puddles of it, drops, streaks, zig-zags, smears, and lines of blood. Wesker moved further in, walking towards the far wall. There were bloody and ragged words actually scratched into the steel wall, a few fingernails actually embedded into the material.

"The Reaper has forsaken me," Wesker read in a soft murmur, reaching out and touching them. What the fuck had they done to Jack? What could they have done to him to prompt such words that he had clawed into the metal? He didn't know and felt his anger rise to a dangerous level as he walked over to Jack's glass prison.

Dozens of wires and tubes were projecting out of his skin, and Wesker's eyes widening more as he saw the scars on Jack's naked body. Almost every single inch of his skin was criss-crossed with a variety of scars, a huge one running down the length of his large chest. It was like they had repeatedly sliced him open and stitched him back open. A metal helmet covered his head, shielding his face while clamps kept his arms outstretched almost like a fucked up crucifixion. The water in the tank was a strange greenish color but was also stained dark with had to have been blood.

"Why…is he like this?" he asked, voice cold as he touched the glass. "Answer me. Now."

The scientist blinked, staying close to the door and looking ready to bolt at any moment. "He's our most dangerous test subject. He's killed fifteen people due to his violent nature.." Everything she said after that was lost to Wesker as he pressed his hand harder against the thick glass. Test subject. Experiment. Dangerous. Jack was a dangerous man without a doubt but only if provoked. The lab was treating him like a fucking animal, and when Wesker turned back to his little fan, his eyes were glowing a deep red.

"Let him out."

Mary shook her head. "He's too dangerous, Albert, just too dangerous…"

"I said to wake him up. Go on, love." After a moment, Mary slinked over to the console. Wesker moved behind her, kissing her neck. "Do it for me, Mary. I can't stand seeing him like this…" She started to blush as his hand moved across her stomach. "I promise that I'll make it worth your while…" Her head bobbed up and down as her fingers quickly punched in commands. She was terrified of Jack, yes, but she was more worried about angering the regal blonde running a hand along one of her thighs. He was the more immediate threat.

After a minute, the liquid in the tube drained, pulled out the tubes and wires, causing blood to lightly spray onto the slowly receding glass. When it was down completely, Jack swayed before pitching forward. Wesker barely managed to catch him, carefully lowering him to the floor as Mary ran over to the other side of the room. Soft whimpers of fear escaped her as the blonde pulled off the metal helmet and tossed it to the side. It landed on the floor with a solid thunk, but Wesker ignored it.

"Jack," he said softly, shaking the man, who was pale and barely breathing. A soft moan of pain gurgled from Jack's throat, and Wesker shook him harder. "JACK." He was speaking with more force to match his actions, and one of Jack's eyes fluttered open. "Come on, Jack. Come on, that's it. Jesus Christ, what the hell did they do to you?" Just by looking into the familiar blue, it was obvious that Jack was heavily medicated, probably dangerously so. Fucking fools. Yes, Tyrants needed larger doses than humans, but they could overdose just as fast.

Slowly, Jack's other eye opened, and Wesker instantly stiffened. Yes, one was icy blue, but the other was red and yellow, the colors of a dying sun with a feline-like slit in the center. The eye looked like a mirror image of Wesker's own. But there was no recognition at all, only a deep drowsiness quickly evolving into a feral look. What the hell had they done to him to cause an ocular mutation? Why all this security? What exactly had these Tricell fools done?

"Mary…" Wesker's voice was soft but had a trace of true menace beneath it. "What did you to Jack…?" The woman didn't reply, trying to push herself into the metal walls. Her knees were weak, eyes wide and full of fear as though she was wounded doe with a starving wolf in front of her. She couldn't believe that Wesker would dare to be close to Jack, especially since the man had no idea what his former employee was capable of now.

Wesker opened his mouth to speak, finally ready to rip the bitch in half when a low snarl reached his ears. He blinked and looked down, shocked to see Jack's face contorting into a mask of rage and hate. And just as he was about to speak his name, Jack's huge hand lashed out, grabbed Wesker's neck, and started to squeeze.