Project W: First Cycle
PG01A/W: Crimson Snow On the Eve of Transformation
The popular opinion of everyone who currently has had the displeasure of meeting Albert Wesker is that he was always the sick and monstrous creation he is today. Such is not the case. In fact, Wesker was the perfect example of a normal—well, extraordinary—child, up until just after his tenth birthday. That's when the newly minted company known as Umbrella stepped in and brutally derailed his life, setting him firmly on a new path, one that would lead him down a dark road riddled with countless atrocities committed in both the pharmaceutical giant's name and for Umbrella's ever enduring legacy.
Albeit, Albert was always a little standoffish and distant when compared to the other neighborhood children, but this could easily be described as a shyness or a trepidation rather than the cold uncaring way he now holds himself apart from the rest of humanity. Albert was also extremely competitive, a trait that has now lead him to slaughter hundreds of thousands, either personally or indirectly, in order to come out on top. Back then, Albert's competitiveness was directed wholeheartedly towards besting his twin brother, Alex, rather than world domination. Finally, he was exceedingly intuitive and his current extent of intelligence astounding.
Coming from rather extraordinary parents—a head viral researcher for the Center for Disease Control and a successful CEO of a giant Pharmaceutical company that had recently been absorbed by Umbrella—Albert's greatness was no real surprise. It was hard not to be in awe of the boy who could tackle and best complex conundrums that would leave children five years his senior scratching their heads. To call him a genius would be a bit of an understatement.
Of course, due to all the ways and the ease at which he advanced well above the average or even gifted level, Albert was more than a little impressed with himself, though, not near enough to claim "godhood" over "lesser mortals" as he now believes is his right.
All in all, aside from all his extraordinary qualities, Albert was a normal child, with hopes, dreams, and feelings just like any other. Excluding his occasional rather explosive temper tantrums, he was far from a monster.
Eventually, this would all change. An irrevocable transformation from a boy to a Tyrant that started that cold winter's day thirty eight years ago.
December 24th, 1970; Loire Village,France: Silvain Family Estate:
"Al! STOP!" Alice's sheer, desperate shriek cut across the chilled, snow filled air, but even if Albert had wanted to stop, he couldn't. The grinning boy was happily enjoying the first day of his tenth year by rocketing down the steep slop that made up one of the small hills at the edge of the white coated forest surrounding the beautiful rural town Albert and his family called home. His method of transport, a sleek red sled he had unwrapped mere hours ago, was easily carving up the freshly fallen blanket of white, sending the powdered snow flying up in great drifts around him. Suddenly the leading upturned rungs slammed into the hard, thankfully unyielding, shimmering surface of the large frozen pond which took up a large portion of the estate's grounds. Several seconds later, Albert's new toy slid to a halt, but not before his momentum had carried him to the center of the ice, at least twenty five meters from the shore line.
"Al!" His sister yelled again. There was a hint of panic in her voice, and Albert knew she was worried about him breaking the ice and falling through into the deadly freezing water, but he knew better. It was late December and the pond was frozen solid—okay, not literally, but the layer of ice created by these temperatures this far into winter would certainly hold his weight.
Glancing up, he scanned the slopes through the black tinted sunglasses that had been another one of the gifts he'd received this morning and that he'd not taken off since—they were just like the ones his father would wear on bright days and he was convinced they made him look exceedingly impressive. Eventually his blue gray eyes found what they were searching for: Alice was running down the slop full throttle dragging his twin brother Alex along with her by his probably sore arm. Alex's blue sled was bouncing along behind them as they raced for the shore's edge. Albert grinned, his brother must have stopped mid-race when she'd first started yelling at them that they were too close to the pond. That of course, meant he'd won.
"Albert! Are you alright?!" She called from the ice's edge, fear plainly coating her features. "G-get back her right now!" she ordered in her best attempt at sounding menacing—it wasn't a very good one. The fifteen year old ran a nervous hand through her messy strands of jet black hair. The one's that that had come lose from her braid in the snow ball fight the three had had earlier—something else Albert had won; heavily snow laden trees were much more effective then tiny projectiles alone could ever be.
Feeling particularly pleased with himself, Albert picked up his sled's lead and began walking back towards his siblings.
"Al!" She cried again, causing the bond to stop in his tracks and fix her with a questioning look she probably couldn't make out from her position.
"Be careful..." she finished rather lamely, worry still painting her features.
Albert sighed. He loved his older sister he really did, but sometimes her constant protective behavior towards him and his brother could be grating. Technically, she wasn't even his sibling. Alice had been adopted during the time his parents believed that they couldn't have children, five years before Alex and himself had suddenly and unexpectedly come into the picture.
As such, the difference in features between her and the rest of his family were quite evident. While everyone else had eyes in varying shades of blue, almost platinum blond hair, and pale skin, Alice reminded him of the girl in that silly fairy-tale story their mother had read: Snow White; ebony hair, dark brown almost black eyes, and blood red lips (though that last was probably more due to the lipstick she'd started wearing last year). At least their skin tones were about the same.
For her part, Alice loved being part of the Silvain family, regardless if she was genetically related or not. She felt nothing but love for the two younger brothers she'd helped raise. Well, except for when they did crazy things like sled out into the middle of the pond and caused her bite her already abused nails in anxiety. In those moments, they scared the hell out of her.
Albert considered jumping up and down on the ice to prove that it was safe but decided to spare Alice and his brother's arm, which she still had a firm hold on, further abuse. Once he'd made his way back to shore he was immediately fussed over and lectured about the extensive dangers of what he'd just done. The way she was making it sound, it was as though he'd participated in some death defying stunt.
Albert sighed, placing a small hand on his sister's arm. "I'm fine." He paused for a few moments to let that sink in. "Are you done now?"
She scowled but then nodded, hugging him. "Sorry. I just don't know what I would have done if something were to have happened."
Alex smirked patting her on the back. "Probably jump in after him. Then I'd be an only child."
Alice winced. It had been a lighthearted joke. Alex was never conniving, unlike Albert who had quite manipulative tendencies when pushed too far into a corner. However, it was bad timing.
"Alexander..." she sighed shaking her head. "What am I going to do with you two?"
Albert grinned. "Take us in for hot chocolate? I do deserve a reward for beating you lot twice in a row."
"Hey!" Alex steamed. "That's not fair! Ali stopped me so the results are invalid! And you cheated in the snow ball fight!"
Albert just continued grinning. "Last time I checked you're the one who stopped. You could have kept going like I did."
Alice sighed. "Albert, don't berate your brother for doing the right thing."
Albert just shrugged, otherwise ignoring her. "Furthermore, I did not cheat. The rules were: Assault your opponents with snow until they surrender. I did just that, only I had the ingenuity to use a tree load instead of just handfuls."
Alex glared. "It's called a snowball fight. You have to have balls to do it!"
Alice snorted covering her mouth causing the two to look at her incredulously.
"What?" they asked in unison, for once acting like the stereotypical model for identical twins they usually were the farthest thing from.
She just shook her head, not wanting to explain the inadvertent joke to them. "Look, as far as I'm concerned, you two are both winners since its your birthday and because of all the fun we've been having. Now let's go back to the house."
Albert huffed. "Couldn't you just pick a side? I'm obviously right."
Alex folded his arms.
"If I pick a side, you guys accuse me of playing favorites," she reminded them, putting a hand on each of their shoulders, "and you're both my favorites."
Albert smirked. She may have said that, but he was pretty sure he knew better.
Alex was wearing the exact same look.
Suddenly Albert took off at a run. "All or nothing! Race you back to the house!"
Alex broke free pounding after him. "You are such a cheat!"
Alice giggled. Such was a typical day with the Silvain twins.
Albert slammed into the large oak doors split seconds before his brother did. "Seems I win again," he gloated through his rapid breathing.
"You had a head start! Doesn't count!" panted Alex, his breath coming out in the same frequent white puffs as his brother's.
Albert just chuckled. "I slowed down in the drive to let you catch up, but believe what you want to, Alex. It doesn't change facts." With a shrug he pushed the heavy doors open.
Alex folded his arms across his chest and huffed something illegible as he followed his twin into the foyer.
The two were already more than half way done stripping off their wet snow gear by the time Alice came through the door. She sighed as she saw the growing puddles made by their unorganized piles of discarded jackets, boots, and gloves.
Catching on to her annoyance, the culprits looked over semi-innocently.
"Seriously?" Her eye brow was raised.
"It's our birthday?" offered Alex.
Alice rolled her eyes. "Fine." She bent over to start picking up the forgotten garments. Alice could never say no to her brothers and they knew it all too well.
A door closing upstairs caught Albert's attention. His mother was in the kitchen making cookies and everyone else was with him. This could only mean one thing: His father had returned home while they were still playing outside.
Abandoning his siblings in the foyer, Albert bolted up the curving flights of stairs, down a long hallway, and towards his father's study door. His assumption was confirmed when he pushed though the door and saw the tall figure of his father hunched over the desk, sharp, strong features wrinkled in disgust as he stared down at the huge pile of blank Christmas cards lying across his desk.
"Dad!" called Albert, his momentum carrying him into his father's arms that opened just in time to accommodate him. Alex was only seconds behind him joining the embrace.
Their father chuckled at his sons' eagerness to greet him. He had to admit, having to go in for an "emergency" meeting with several Umbrella executives on today of all days was really pushing it. "Happy birthday boys," he laughed fondly.
He glanced down at Albert who was still sporting his new sunglasses which were now lopsided due to the recent hug. Mr. Silvain sighed in mock disappointment, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth. "I can see you two couldn't wait for me to get home to open your presents."
The twins glanced at each other in an almost guilty manner.
"Dad," came Albert's accusatory tone, "We always open our presents in the morning and you never work on our birthday."
Alex nodded his head. "Why did you have to go in today?"
Mr. Silvain rubbed his temples in annoyance. "It's all this new business with Umbrella. Apparently 'Lord' Spencer doesn't understand the meaning of a national holiday."
"I liked it better when you were your own boss," Albert informed his father.
Mr. Silvain smiled down at both of them. "Me too, but this change will be better in the end, I promise. Things are just a little hectic right now."
"You're not going to be gone tomorrow, right?" ventured Alex.
Mr. Silvain laughed. "Or course not. What kind of father do you think I am?"
This caused identical smiles to beam up at him.
"Now, why don't you two go run downstairs and harass your mother while she bakes, or whatever it is you do?"
They giggled at his word choice. They didn't harass her...well, as long as she gave them ample access to the cookie dough.
"You're not coming?" questioned Alex from the door.
"Ah...not yet..." He glanced down at the daunting task before him. "I have to finish these first."
Albert gave him a quizzical look. "Dad...it's Christmas Eve. What's the point? They'll never get there in time."
Mr. Silvain gave him a rye smile. "Ever heard of overnight delivery?"
They both rolled their eyes and made their way down the hall.
"Oh, and send your sister in would you?" he called after them. " Her semester grades just came in and I want to congratulate her."
"Will do," agreed Albert. Their father had already done something similar for their outstanding grades.
"Ali is so smart," commented Alex as they walked down the stairs. "Just like us, even if she doesn't have super genes."
"We don't have 'super genes'," admonished Albert. "There's no such thing."
"There is so," argued Alex. "I heard Doctor Wesker talking about it."
Albert shivered. He remembered that man. He'd come to the house a few weeks ago talking about some sort of special Umbrella sponsored program for gifted children—in his own words, those with "superior DNA." Dr. Wesker had wanted him and Alex in it, but their father had said no. The typically icily calm man had actually gotten a bit heated about the refusal.
Normally Albert would have been thrilled about an opportunity to show how much further ahead he was from everyone else and jumped on a chance to widen that gap, but, for some reason, the whole encounter had unsettled him greatly.
He could tell when a matter had been resolved, and he was almost certain that this one hadn't been.
Such were his thoughts as they sent an excited looking Alice up the staircase and then continued on their way towards the kitchen
Any unpleasant brooding on Albert's part instantly vanished as the entered the bright lively room their kitchen had been transformed into. The atmosphere was filled with a medley of tantalizing odors created by the various spices and doughs their mother was deftly mixing together into several culinary masterpieces. Her slender figure was moving smoothly between the center island, counter top, and oven, swaying slightly to the pleasant sound of Christmas music flowing through the air that was, if possible, making it all smell even sweeter.
Immediately, the twins were at the center island trying to snag finger fulls of what would eventually be their cake.
"Oh no you don't!" cried Mrs. Silvain grabbing hold of each of her two boys around the middle and lifting them away from the raw dough they for some reason seemed to adore as much as the finished product.
"But, Mom!" wailed Alex. "It's our cake, shouldn't we decide how we're going to eat it?"
"He has a point," agreed Albert.
Mrs. Silvain seemed to consider it for about two seconds. "That might be true... if eating it raw wouldn't make you sick!" She then proceeded to tickle the twins into submission, refusing to let up until they swore not to sample the baked goods until they were baked.The peels and screeches of laughter lasted for a good two minutes until they finally relented, Albert holding out a bit longer than his giggling brother.
Both of them pouted as the watched their mother pull a batch of cookies from the oven and then start pouring their beloved batter into the pan for baking.
"Can we lick the mixing bowl?" inquired an ever determined Albert.
Mrs. Silvain turned to her hopeful boys, resting a flower stained hand on her apron that already showed signs of being used as a makeshift napkin on many occasions. She rolled her sparkling light blue eyes at them. "Okay, okay."
They raced for the bowl she now held above her head. "But! Only if you help me decorate these cookies first."
"Deal!" decided Alex happily, his twin nodding his own affirmation.
The next twenty minutes or so were taken up decorating a seemingly endless quantities and types of cookies, punctuated by laughter, which increased exponentially when a lighthearted Alice joined them, the twins never ending competitions first regarding speed and then quality of decorations before finally switching to both, and of course, singing along with whatever Christmas song the radio decided to present to the merry group.
By the time Albert and Alex had finally set about fighting over what little was left of the cake batter, Mr. Silvain had entered the warm delicious smelling bakery, a look of someone who had been put through unimaginable hardships on his face. It was obvious that his temples were prickling with the start of one of the headaches he was so prone to by the fact his dark lenses were in place.
"And just what happened to you, Alastair?" chuckled his wife.
"Dearheart...remind me again, why do we have such a daunting, never ending list of people with whom which we are acquainted, whose need to feel appreciated by the Silvains must be sated with a the delivery of a Christmas card by tomorrow morning?"
She only laughed in amusement at her husband's suffering as she went over to him a laid a quick kiss on his lips. "If you'd started last month when I told you to, you wouldn't be in this predicament now would you?"
He smiled wrapping one arm around her petite waist pulling her closer, ignoring how the casualties from her cooking were transferring to his previously immaculate black suit. "I suppose you're right, Alessa."
Alice giggled as apposed to both Albert and Alex who made a chores of "ews" that didn't fit very well with "Last Christmas" whose notes were currently filling the room.
Alessa fixed them with a fakely scathing look before turning back to her amused husband. "Did you finish?"
The wincing look on the grand features of such a powerful man followed by the tiny, "no," was quite comical.
She sighed. "You need help?"
"Please?"
"Fine. We'll bring the lot down here after you sample my work."
"Hmm..."Alastair glanced over at the rows upon rows of confections, slight frown over his lips. "Dearheart, you know I'm not crazy about sweets." His frown suddenly turned into a devilish grin his son would one day be infamous for. "Besides," he muttered in her ear, "I'm much rather sample your goods."
Alessa smacked him semi-gently with a flower covered dish towel sending a white cloud up into the air. Ignoring the mock look of hurt covering his features she relentlessly shoved him towards the results of her morning long labors in the kitchen. "You're hopeless."
"Apparently," he chuckled, taking a bite of one from the latest batch. "Mmm, these are better than last year, I don't feel as though I'm ingesting something originating from an Easy Bake Oven."
She glared. "Keep that up and you won't get any help with those cards."
The newly appointed Umbrella manager raised his hands in submission, one of which still held a ginger snap and refrained from making anymore comments that might derail one of the last happy moments the Silvain family would experience together.
"All good things must come to an end." Such goes the saying that has haunted and ripped apart countless of the most precious moments in history.
On that Christmas Eve oh so long ago, those infamous words struck again tearing Wesker far away from any hope he ever had of a "normal" life. That was the day the music and laughter were cut abruptly short and a cold permanent winter took up residence in Wesker's heart; the snow and ice forever stained the color of blood.
December 24th, 1970; Silvain Family Estate:
It was late in the evening when the agent of change that would forever alter Albert's and Alex's lives came calling. Late enough that the boys who had, as always, been begging to stay up and prove to their parents that there really was no such thing as Santa Clause, had finally been convinced to go to bed.
Albert didn't know why the ring of the bell had woken him up but not his brother who was equally as light a sleeper or what possessed him to travel down the hall to the balcony overlooking the foyer. All he knew was that he wished he'd never left his bed; that he had just rolled over and went back to sleep. Regardless he was standing there, his slight form at the age of ten hidden by the gigantic Christmas wreath his father struggled to put up every year, and he saw everything.
Albert felt a chill run up his spine that had nothing to do with the cold draft let in as the door opened and had everything to do with the man standing there: Mr. Wesker, a smug look of victory written all over his cold features. His icy green eyes peaking through the delicate square frames of his glasses. Eyes that had always reminded Albert of a snake's unfeeling reptilian gaze, but never before more than they did that night.
"Wesker?" breathed his father in shock. Reproach was clear in his voice and his stance causing Albert's mother who had been hanging back in the hall to move to her husband's side, worry clear on the faint lines of her forehead.
"Good evening, Alastair," came the obviously malice laced reply. It was clear that there would be nothing else good about this particular evening.
Noting the tone of his voice and the nature of his stare, Alistair dropped all pretenses of polite conversation. "What the hell are you doing here, Sebastian? It's past ten!"
The man casting a dark shadow that would never truly vanish over the Silvain's doorstep blocked the closure of the door with a gloved hand, further imposing his presence into their lives.
"Sorry to barge in like this, on Christmas Eve and all," his words were anything but apologetic, they were practically dripping with cruelty, "but I'm here to collect the boys. Project W starts with the new year and it would be nothing without its two star members."
"Albert, what are you doing?" came the whispered sleepy inquiry from his sister who had seen him sneak past her door a few moments ago. "You should be in bed-"
Her admonishment was cut off as Albert pulled her down behind the wreath, not wanting his position to be compromised.
"Al, what going on why-"
"Shhh!" he hissed almost frantically. Fear was building up in his chest causing his heart to begin to race. It was all he could do to ignore the voice he didn't fully understand telling him to run.
Adjusting to her new position next to her brother, Alice to looked on. Immediately she understood why he was acting so strangely: Something was very, very wrong.
Alastair was practically raging now. "I already told you they are not going to become a part of your and 'Lord' Spencer's ridiculous science experiment! Now get out!"
Wesker only chuckled though their wasn't an ounce of humor in it. "Oh, dear Alastair, you misunderstand me. You see," his hand curled around the cold metal resting hidden beneath his heavy trench coat, its surface reflecting the freezing temperature of his own heart, "you assume I'm giving you a choice in the matter."
The two small pops that went off from the sleek black object that was suddenly revealed were almost unnoticeable. They were so insignificant; they almost sounded like a toy or some sort of party noise maker.
The results were nothing short of life shattering.
The first gun shot tore through Albert's father's chest clipping the edge of his heart and ripping a hole through his left lung. Albert's mother didn't even get to scream before the second shot hit her straight through her pretty forehead, creating a small hole in the front before exploding into a gory mess of blood, gray matter, and bits of bone at the back.
Both of Albert's parents fell to the floor as if the strings holding them upright had been cut. Only one of them was still attempting to breath.
"Fool," sneered the devil as he stepped forwards and grinned down at the dying man struggling to fill his collapsed lung. "Had you only listened to my request, you could have been a huge asset to the company." He again raised the silenced pistol. "Be sure to give your wife and daughter my regards."
The look of horror in his victim's eyes showing that, even through his desperate attempts to live, the man understood that he was going to kill Alice too caused Sebastian a sick thrill of pleasure before he gave Alastair the same treatment he'd just given his wife.
The great Alastair Silvian's life ended with yet another insignificant pop.
Albert couldn't move, couldn't think, couldn't even breath. The red speckled with other bits of gore he couldn't even comprehend that was splattered over the entry way didn't even make sense. It couldn't be real. How could it be? Albert thought he understood death but this...this was unimaginable, unthinkable, impossible! He was in shock in every sense of the word. It wasn't until his sister's scream pierced the air that he began to gradually return to reality, his eyes moving in slow motion from the broken bloody forms of his parents' empty shells to the horror stricken, tear stained face of his sister, her lips parted wide in what must have been some sort of yell.
He needed to run. He knew that. They both did, but his body refused to cooperate even as he saw his sister rising to her feet. Everything was moving much too slowly, his head was fuzzy, his limbs seemed like they were made of rubber, and his world felt like it was imploding around him.
Then it all stopped, the bullet that had flown through his sister's face, splattering him with everything that should have stayed inside her and away from his clothes; never anywhere near his hair; off of his face; not spread across his hands; and out of his mouth, sending him over the edge, falling forever into a pit of icy blackness that he knew would never let him go.
The three sets of boots pounding up the stairs went unheard by the unconscious boy laying in the growing pool of his sister's blood, her body thrown across him in a way that may have been seen as a last ditch effort to protect him, but instead severed as a means to trap him with the dead that would now forever haunt his tainted life.
"Goddammit!" Seethed Wesker rounding on the man to his left as though he was seriously considering pushing him from the balcony—he probably was. "Did you get the boy too?!"
Without waiting for a response, he unceremoniously threw Alice's body away from them so that her unseeing eyes, widened in a look of horror, and mouth, parted in a permanent silent scream, were facing towards the heavens, perfectly visible to all the uncaring eyes in the room that were instead focused on the blood splattered boy.
Sebastian breathed the smallest sigh as he released some of his ever present tension. The boy was unharmed, only unconscious. He frowned. This presented somewhat of a problem. Why the hell was he even here? Wesker shook his head. Oh, no matter we were going to brainwash them all anyways.
"Pick him up," He ordered the man he had previously been considering adding to the body count for the police to sort through on Christmas morning. What a present that would be... he mused.
The man nodded and began roughly retrieving Albert's limp body.
"Careful with that!" snapped Wesker as he stood up, discarding his bloody trench coat and gloves as he did so. "That boy is worth more then both your lives combined!"
The man nodded and revised his tactics a bit, his companion deciding he had better help as his "insignificant life" had been brought into the discussion.
Between the shouting and the less then gentle treatment, Albert began to stir. The first thing the boy noticed was the copper taste. He wondered what the disgustingly spongy bits that seemed to be the origin of the bloody taste were and why they were in his mouth. He swallowed just before his memories rushed back to him, and suddenly he didn't even care about the rough hands picking him up beneath his small arms. He became violently ill first spitting and then heaving what had moments ago been bits of his sister's functioning brain all over the balcony's expensive carpet and the two men lifting him up.
Reacting on instinct, they dropped him, depositing him in a rancid mixture of his vomit and the blood and gore left behind by Alice's body.
Albert's eyes continued to stream as he coughed up the entire contents of his stomach.
Sebastian just raised an arching eye brow. "If there is any lasting damage, I'll be sure to tell Lord Spencer just who it was that dropped him."
If Albert had anything left in his gut to heave up, he would have done so; his family's murder's voice causing his stomach to twist in absolute revulsion.
Sebastian sighed. "Get him out of here and to the facility, just make sure one of you stays and cleans up this mess. I don't want the local law enforcement at my door anytime soon."
Despite his desire to be anywhere but here or at the mentioned facility, Albert's shaking limbs refused to push him up, let alone allow him bolt down the hallway or fight back. Nothing was right; nothing would listen to him. As it was, it was everything he could do to stay conscious.
Without a struggle, Albert allowed himself to be picked out of his own vomit and held at arms length like some dirty, filthy animal. It wasn't until he heard Wesker's next words that he found the will to scream.
"I'll go get the other one," muttered Sebastian in annoyance, running a now gloveless hand through his sleek black hair.
No! They could not have Alex too. They couldn't break Alex like they had destroyed him. He couldn't let Alex see this; see their parents and Alice who were so happy only a few minutes ago decimated and reduced to hunks of mutilated flesh weakly resembling the human beings they once were. No. It would be better that his brother die in his sleep then live to see this.
"Alex!" Albert screamed at the top of his lungs. "Alex run, don't look just run!" Anything else he had wanted to say to his unhearing brother was cut off via a quick cuff to the back of his head, this abuse actually coming from Sebastian who was at his limits with the current situation.
"Get the brat out of here," he seethed.
The two men nodded. One of them removed Albert's unconscious body from the premises and loaded him into one of the three black company SUVs parked outside before departing shortly there after, while the other stayed behind to erase any evidence of Umbrella's presence here tonight.
As it turned out, Albert needn't have worried; his brother was never subjected to the same horrors he was. Wesker and Alex left via the rear staircase and came out the back door, driving to the facility in the third vehicle. Sebastian had used his unparallelled manipulative abilities to convince Alex that his parents wanted him to go with them and be a part of this wonderful program for gifted children when it had actually been their dying wishes for their boys to be as far away as possible from this mysteriously sinister company known as Umbrella.
After all, no need to traumatize the both of them.
AN: This chapter (in the beginning) was much too lighthearted for my tastes, but it was necessary even if it won't be anything like the rest of the story or else teenage and adult Wesker would be WAY OOC.
Yes, Alice was an OC. I will be using OCs to fill random roles throughout this story but they will certainly not be main characters. Also Wesker's parents were of course left completely up to my imagination since they were never mentioned in the RE series. I'm pleased with the results even if they were only around for one chapter.
I've taken a lot of liberty with Alex's character but since he's never "officially" appeared in one of the games, I think that's fair. For those RE players who don't know what I'm talking about, he's only been mentioned in notes found throughout the games as one of the Wesker Children in the Information Department. He was the Wesker "helping" Spencer to develop a way to "become a god" but in the end betrayed him after apparently discovering the secret to immortal life and leaving with it. All this was mentioned in the notes found during the Lost in Nightmares DLC for RE5.
As to the name "Silvain," obviously Albert's original last name wasn't Wesker, that title was given to him and all the other children upon entering Project W. I knew that Wesker called himself "S" when working in the Organization following Raccoon city so I decided to assume his real last name started with an S. From there it was just imagination and Silvain was the result-said Sil (like the first part in SILver) and vain like those vessel you have in your arm that I can start IVs in as a nurse. And since Silvain is a variation of Slyvain which is French and Wesker's country of origin is never mentioned, I decided to make him French
Finally, (man there are a lot of notes here but I swear I'm almost finished) as to Sebastian Wesker, it's a known fact that Project W was headed up by the man it was named after, hence this necessary filling of a character.
Okay, hope you enjoyed. I'd love to hear from you. Next update should be in a few days.
-Asiera
