Sorry for the delay, with work it's hard to update quickly. It's most likely gonna be the pace I'm posting new chapters, like once per week, or once per two weeks.

Thanks Orchid-C for the review, btw:)

Day 6

Emily was sat at the counter of the laboratory, cradling her head in the palm of her hand. She sat there, completely bored. At least, today, she was not getting beaten to death… Instead, there was absolutely no one with her in there. Generally, at least one guard would stand there trying to convince her, in a rather violent manner, to work. She refused to cooperate; there was no way she was going to give them what they wanted… Bruises or not. Never would she participate in the destruction of lives…

As she was about to sigh for the fifth time in ten minutes, the automatic door raised up. Two guards came in carrying a man that appeared to be unconscious. They dropped him on the floor without much decorum, and then left right away, the door automatically locking behind them. Emily immediately ran to the man lying on the floor, wanting to bring him assistance. The man was badly bruised, blood dripping out of him. She shook him softly, hoping he would wake up with the aid of her treatment.

"Sir? Can you hear me?"

No reaction. She opted for treating his wounds, someone had to take care of them and she had no idea when he would finally recover from his unconscious state. She ran for the medical cabinet : there was not much in there to help her out, but she figured a cold wet compress, friction alcohol and band-aids certainly would not hurt. She came back to him, ready to apply her limited treatment. She sat on the floor, then rest his head on her lap. Recovering from the surprise of the situation, she finally noticed he was wearing sunglasses. She wondered why a man beaten badly and brought unconscious in a laboratory would be wearing those. She was about to remove them when she realized it must be for a good reason. Perhaps a medical condition. She treated his wounds as best as she could, then patiently waited for him to wake up.

Wesker had laid "unconscious" in Dr. Emily Reynolds' arms for over ten minutes now. He had let her heal his wounds, then had let her patiently await his awakening. Of course, he had faked the whole thing. He was certainly not unconscious and waited for the good moment to open his eyes. The longer he waited, the more believable his story would be. After fifteen minutes, he finally felt the moment of truth had come.

He opened his eyes, faking a painful awakening. She looked down at him, her long black hair half covering her worried look. She was the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes. She did not strike him as a "phenomenal beauty" but she was still a very attractive woman : something soft and vulnerable caught his attention immediately. Her small frame added to the vulnerability emanating from her : she was five feet three inches at the most. With just one look, he could tell she would be fairly malleable.

"Sir, are you alright?" she finally asked, truthfully concerned about his state.

"Yes," he said weakly, sitting up.

She stood up then offered her hand to help him stand up. He did not take it, stood up all by himself painfully. He had to take his role very seriously : she would like it if he had some pride, if he would favor offering his help to a pretty lady instead of taking it from her. He stabilized himself, holding on to the counter of the laboratory.

"What happened to you, sir?"

"Please, call me Albert."

"Nice to meet you, Albert," she says softly, smiling at him. "I'm Emily, Emily Reynolds," she said offering her hand to him.

They shook hands, her smile soothing.

"So, what happened to you, Albert?" she asked worried.

"I guess I did not give them the results they expected, so they wanted to convince me to work harder. The last thing I remember is two guards beating me. I tried to fight back, but they were too strong," he smiled mentally at what he had just said. There was no way anyone would be stronger than the great Albert Wesker. "It seems they transferred me to this lab while I was unconscious."

He brought his hand to his forehand, his features tensed, faking an unbearable headache.

"Come sit down, please," she suggested to him, softly squeezing his arm with her hand.

He did so, so she sat right next to him, her look still concerned.

"I guess they expect us to work together," he finally said after an uncomfortable silence.

"I wouldn't mind the company," she answered jokingly.

"How long have you been here?"

"Five days."

"Four months for me."

"Wow…" she let out, astonished, staring absently at the surface of the counter. She realized she could be in here for as long as him… Maybe even longer. That was exactly the reaction he sought for : to convince her she was trapped in a prison for an undetermined amount of time. Maybe time would go by quicker if she occupied her mind with work.

"We should start working, they will notice if we lose too much time," he said worried.

"I'm not working for them…"

"I wish I could have that kind of liberty, but I don't," he said in his most serious tone.

"What do you mean?" she asked, frowning, almost worried for herself.

"I mean that if I don't do everything they ask of me, they will hurt my daughter."

"What?" she asked dumbfounded.

"I wasn't the only one kidnapped, they got my girl too…" he said, a faint sound of sadness in his voice. Lying became a natural thing to him, but manipulating others was his true talent.

She brought her hand to her mouth, completely terrified by his statement.

"If I don't do everything they ask of me, they will hurt her…" he said weakly, staring at the wall with feigned despair.

His story got to her heart : she gathered the courage, then opened her mouth. Helping him mattered more than her principles right now.

"Then we will work, Albert. We won't let them hurt your daughter, I promise," she said concerned, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

"Thank you," he said softly, nodding.

It took him all his self-control to not burst in a cynical laugh. At long last, he got her…