[Thank you for your comments! I loved them and will tend to all your needs! – This chapter will be more action-packed and so on and so forth! The song this chapter is based on is Beautiful Tragedy by In This Moment. ]

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Chapter 2: Beautiful Tragedy

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"Mistake." The words seemed to echo in the darkness. A continuous beating of wind against the exterior of a vehicle was made known through a crescendo to the remnants within – speed was increasing.

"I don't heeink e nowza doing ena." These incoherent words, coated with a thick stress and advancing volume. What were they?

I fought hard to awaken myself, to clearly hear the words they spoke, and eventually became successful. However, the sickness within me was leaving my head throbbing and my stomach turning.

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"I don't think what he is doing is right," The woman's voice was accompanied by a give in leather, indicating her hard squeeze on the wheel.

Who isn't right?

"I mean, look at you. You're not perfect. In fact... you're weak. Expendable," When the last word left her lips, the friction of clothes indicated that her face had veered to stare at the darkly concealed woman beside her.

What was this pair up to? What were they talking about? Were they going to do experiments on me? I gasped as my body awoke more, but remained dead still. The woman driver, who had been talking thus far, double took into the backseat.

"She is awakening!" The first words from the cloaked woman were interesting, distorted by the bizarre pointed mask that hid her identity. The panic in her words was enough to cause me to drift back into slumber, in fear of what would become of me.

"Give it time," The woman behind the wheel coaxed while I attempted to stop breathing all together.

A pause.

"So, you do speak?" From the way the woman driver spoke, the cloaked figure was an experiment, whose identity she didn't even know.

"What is the story again? Ah yes, the testing of a new virus. What was it? Uro -- Never mind. You know, all those before you were rejected, what makes you think you'll live to aid me further?" I listened closely now as the woman driver taunted the mute beside her.

"He said I was different and so far I have been. I was injected with a different type of the Progenitor virus, one which has got me slightly brainwashed. He said he wanted to try it, to see if I didn't need a continuous flow of it in my blood," The cloaked woman grumbled.

"The ones before you?" The woman driver pried as I tried to make a connection between their words, 'he', and me.

"Many must be sacrificed to get it right."

I didn't know who they were talking about, but I think both the driver and I knew that this woman had been lied to. The middle of the car began to crack and a hand reached forward to sink a finger into a button on the dash; a screen came up.

"Ah, success," The voice was deep, rumbling with a unique accent that was already making my skin crawl. And yet, it was so familiar.

"Yes," Was all the driver said, eyes intently on the road.

"Humph, you're bleeding. What a shame Ada, I thought you were better than that."

Ada? My mind twisted, throbbed, and nearly exploded as all recollection of Ada came into my it. I had never met her, but I knew who she worked for and what she had done. I had to bite my lip just to remain silent.

"No help from Darth over here. What is it that you want?" I could now put a name to the driver; Ada's voice remained cool.

"There is a helicopter leaving 30 miles out of town at this location. You have 25 minutes."

A mesh of beeps, administered by Ada, made my head scream. How long does it take to adjust a damn GPS? More importantly, I had to gain strength to get out of here.

"And Ada…" The man purred. "Be sure, despite the condition, each member makes it back."

I knew what he meant... he wanted us dead or alive, but was the cloaked woman smart enough to catch that? Maybe she figured it was more towards me, but they wouldn't go through all this trouble just to have me dead.

"Turn left on highway 29," boxed the GPS system.

The breaks were applied and a sharp turn was made, sending the top of my head into the inside of the car door painfully.

I was becoming nervous and in result my muscles tightened unpleasantly; it intensified the throb in my temples. I mimicked my sleeping by allowing my chest to rise and fall with the rhythm of my steady, soft breaths. However, it was not easy to pretend that the excruciating pain was nonexistent, but I had to put it aside-- I had to think of something. I had to get out of this. I had to...

A sputtering cough ruptured in the windblown car and the intensity of each bark seemed to increase. My lids split open, taking into view the blue and red lights upon the dash. The sound alone was enough to bear, now the woman was hunched at the stomach and shuttering within. What a pitiful sight.

"You going to live?" Ada's tone lacked concern as a hand slid down the slick, leather wheel to a more comfortable grasp. Her foot seemed to work in unison to come to a stop at a wide open space.

"…" A hard swallow was made by the choking individual, but I couldn't have concern for her either. If she was down, my job at escaping was much easier.

"We're here," Ada announced with a shifting movement in her arm and wrist to place the gears to park before routinely releasing herself from the restraints of the seat belt.

Ignoring that anyone else was with her, she let herself out and slammed the door only to begin strutting into the wind. I lifted my head with the support of my hand to peer just out the bottom of the back car window. The mild, unrelenting breeze beat against the black cargo pants, thick vest, and red ribbon choker around Ada's neck. Arms to her side, she threw her body around to gaze at the sluggish, cloaked woman who was taking her time exiting the vehicle. I placed my head down quickly.

Back to acting, I thought as my ankles were suddenly grasped and yanked towards the sick woman. I allowed my muscles to become Jell-O, the more weight making my capture more difficult, but my 115 pounds was hardly a threat. With my limp body over her shoulder, finally, she brought me towards Ada. Her steps echoed with each pound of my headache, only to soon be drown out by an approaching helicopter. Great.

"You're wasting my time, let's move into the clearing." I could picture Ada rolling her eyes as she spoke these words.

The cloaked woman's shoulders shifted beneath me, preparing to walk, then the same coughing consumed the woman's body and her knees kissed the ground below, sending me into the gravel of the abandoned lot. I heard eager footsteps stomp nearer with almost anger and frustration.

ARGH

Grit and rocks of all shapes and sizes dug into the fair, exposed flesh of my arms. I over exaggerated my decent and twisted so my head could rest on my cushioned arm while my other covered my straining face. What was wrong with this woman? I opened an eye to stare at the stumbling figure whose groans were strange, even to me. Something was not right.

"What the fuck is he doing sending me a weak companion? You're thoughts are a joke! You're just like the rest," Ada reminded the woman, who was now gasping for air.

"Get up!" She commanded bitterly while her eyes focused on the moonlit blood amongst the ground and the within the woman's hands. I blinked against the darkness and the constricting feeling around my head. The woman stood up and began to stagger over while administering another groan; it released from her throat slowly and lacked the moral of sanity. With a jerk of the feet, the woman prepared to run towards Ada.

"Don't move!" Ada's voice called out, nearly lost in the twisting blades of the helicopter.

The gravel beneath the woman's shoe, so close to my face, began to twist while hips were positioned to pounce on pray. Who is to say she would not come for me too? I reached forth and grabbed a thin, leather booted ankle at the early stages of the attempted spring. She was clearly unstable; she caved to my grasp instantly and tripped to the floor. I squandered no time to offer a reaction to the Ada, who was squinting in our direction, and used my forearms to hoist me to the fallen body. I climbed on top to restrain her, working as quick as I could against the nausea in my gut. My cold hands touched the warmth of her face, as well as thin fabric of her hood, until my leverage was well enough to pull her face towards me, resulting in a loud snap. The dreadful sound never ceased to make home within my nerves, nor did the sensation of breaking bones cease to tingle in my fingertips.

"Stop!" Ada had her gun drawn now and I refused to grant her my eyes.

Wind and dirt whipped at us as the copter gracefully made a landing. My head tilted to stare, only to find that Ada's grace had silently brought her body to me. My right temple met the back of her gun, but it wasn't hard enough, although I let out a cry of agony. My hand extended to grasp her wrist, but before I could twist it her swiftness was already on me and using the disoriented state of my concussion against me. She kicked a leg into my stomach and forced me to uncoil my fingers. I yelped in surprise; she was adding to the excruciating pain within, but I had to get out of here- I promised myself that. On my ass, I swallowed back the bile that was creeping up and I could barely hear another painful groan I produced. All the images in my mind were filled with the Ada's demise and my solemn promise to it as the darkness returned me to my unconscious mind. Please, please no, I begged my ill body as darkness zoomed in.

"Help me get these two to the copter, boys." Was the last complete sentence I remember.

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[Enter Albert Wesker]

Boots pressed into the linoleum floor of the laboratory as he approached a woman in white behind a computer desk. Walking was such a bore, but it was natural. Gloved fingers worked their way through gelled hair all while his muscles moved against the black spandex shirt on his approach. He jerked his weight in a seemingly invisible movement around the desk to stand behind the blonde working there; the gasp that he was issued from the surprise he bestowed was a sick amusement that he could not condemn.

"Sir, is there something I can help you with?" Her voice was trembling. Fear was it? That was something he never felt anymore.

"Why, yes. Prep the lab. We have a visitor," His voice faded as he turned towards the cabinets, inserted a silver key, and brought the drawer to his stomach. After a few moments of rummaging, he found a top secret file that had recently been put away.

"Another animal, sir?"

He could hear the stagger in her breath; she aided to please. The recognition was something he was not going to give to her.

"No," He said simply as he began walking away, the lights ahead flickering – typical for being underground in busy, substation in Europe. Hopefully, the worthless ant of an individual would bring the correct assessments into the laboratory; her life depended on it, not that it was a worthy one.

Motion detecting doors allowed him through a corridor where he could proceed to his office and review past experiments in order to make sure the data was correct. There, he would prep the computers for the vitals they would need to check as well as levels of danger. A noise of amusement echoed in his mouth for a short moment as he viewed the files.

"Redfield, what better," He laughed out to himself.

She was a trophy and to have her would be the cherry on top of a sundae. His crude plans were pieces to a puzzle and she was the last piece. He would use the woman who was so fondly connected to all individuals who have given him trouble in the past as a defense. That and his other tricks within his sleeve weren't bad either. He was a puppet master, but he would hardly declare such a degrading name as a title.

Within her blood, was something vital that only two people in the entire world had, and it was adaptable; it made her a chosen one in his serpent eyes.

"Sir?" A sheen moved across black shades as his head tilted toward the pilot of the helicopter. He said nothing, but it was clear he was disturbed by the man's rudeness.

"The women are here," The pilot's voice was hushed and Wesker nodded as he prepared to give orders.

"Perfect. Give them to Sarah and tell her to let me know," Wesker said briefly. To reasons unknown to even the mightiness of him, unnecessary excitement tickled him within his core.

His head dipped low, smirking eternally at the thought of Sarah.

Sarah was plucked from the face of the Earth a little over three months ago and had been part of this organization ever since. From her rectangular glasses with no rims to her dishwater blonde hair, she was plain and average. She was also a woman of smarts, graduated with a major in biology at a young age and taken within the prime of her post grad. To her, he was an interesting man who she openly feared. He didn't blame her; she had seen grotesque experiments within the lab. Her mind was free to wander on her own suspicions, but if she only knew the future!

Her smarts prevailed for her; she never once asked him questions or protested her duty. It wasn't like she had much of a family anyhow.

"I had them put in the lab," Sarah said through the door, voice lacking authority, but he was far from through with her.

"Humph," He said uninterested.

"They gave the red-brown haired woman a sedative, the other woman is dead. Based off the blood on her mouth, her body also didn't accept the mixture of serums." He already knew that. "Her pupils were the same size as well." He scribbled something down upon the file below him.

"Sir..." Irritation boiled in his veins.

"What?" He said coldly. Judging by her pause, she was contemplating whether she should continue.

"She is so young, so gorgeous... What did she do to deserve such a fate?" Was she actually questioning him?

"Mind your business, or lose your tongue. I want her stripped and her private assets covered by white Nylon. Put her in the injection tube and I will be there shortly," He ordered and waited for the sound of heeled clicks bouncing off the corridor in depart before removing his glasses and grunting.

He felt like a babysitter, taking care of two individuals now who would be in "tube care", but one was severely injured and the other needed to hibernate to adjust accordingly to the changes. They both were vital. He had been taking antidotes out of the one's blood to better ease their new virus, and now with Claire he would be able to create something more of use to him.

"You must be the lovely Miss Redfield!"

He remembered Rockfort Island when he smacked her around. The thought made him smile ever-so-slightly. She was so weak to the likes of him, completely unaware of what had happened to him or her brother at the Mansion. He still despised her strength, how despite the pain she was in, her determination shined through. Why couldn't the whole human race be as such?

There is no time to get soft for Redfield, he thought as he stood. It was time to work.

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"The lovely Claire Redfield, we meet again," He announced while staring at her through the half-full tube.

A gloved hand reached and removed the shield from his eyes and he peered at her in a new light, full of rays of brighter colors to endure the speeds he was able to advance at. The red-orange hues followed the curvature of her frame, the smoothness of her bare flesh, and the white cover that accented the fairness of her tastefully. Chris's bloodline was an interesting one, complete with natural talent, luck, and now exquisiteness that his arrogance never truly gazed upon in previous meetings. The right subject, indeed. The young Redfield had matured and in other ways, so had he.

While juvenile Sarah was prepping the finale, he was in the primary lab in order to obtain the blood of the subject he had rightfully infected for her capture. A sharp movement occurred and he appeared next to the holder of all IVs within Miss Redfield. Syringe in hand, he carefully extracted a green substance from a petite, glass cylinder.

"A bit of old," He injected her IV line with the substance. The sign on her containing tube beamed a yellow Caution.

"A bit of new," A yellow substance was then extracted and put into the line. The sign on her containing tube turned orange in Caution.

"A bit of me," he injected a full needle of a red-purple substance and the sign began to blink red. Every cord flowed into one and created a neon orange-yellow liquid that now coursed into her veins. No one would stop it, no one could cure it, and the last puzzle piece was in.

"Welcome, to the world, my lady," The words didn't at the least bit seem out of place, a half smile even hooked on his once emotionless face while his shades were placed back where they belonged. He stalked out, only to meet Sarah curiously probing at the other woman on the table. She was a Russian, an important attribute that was his little secret.

"Dispose of that," he said composedly as he began to depart.

"That woman… in there... she is different." Silence should have your tongue, little girl.

"Yes, yes she is," He agreed and left before Sarah could explain the difference she meant or ask more questions. He stopped suddenly; however, a question came to him as he was half way through the automatic doors.

"Take care of her. You wouldn't want your life to end so quickly, would you?" He sensed a nod, fair enough.

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[The Awakening]

A voice reached beyond the watery grave often. The voice was soft, lacking confidence, but I found comfort in it. Time continued to pass by and I was unsure just how long it had been. I had a period of constant nausea. Once, I experienced an uneasiness that wasn't of my own and screaming – there was definitely screaming. My body was shaking, was it a seizure at the time? Who did that worry? Why am I so sick? The more I fought for the life I thought I would lose, the stronger I began to become.

My fingers, without actually reaching out, tingled to the sensation of the room outside my containment. My nose, without inhaling more than the oxygen provided for me, could smell the changes in the room as one or more people entered. Though this should be bizarre, I could not grasp the awkwardness of the unearthly strength. There was a being within me, one not of my own, and it had its own emotions. Though I knew nothing was truly there, there was a part of me singing me a lullaby, asking me to forget the logic… asking me to purify myself for my new body.

"Silent night let me sleep

| Beautiful melodies to try and wash away the lies |

Away these memories within. "

The setting sun made itself known in two identical forms within the glass tube. Hues of red grasped pupils blended into a bright orange-yellow. An ocean flowed around the sun setting color; a purple that consumed the bright blue that once resided there. My eyes were molding, I could sense it. They were accustoming themselves to my surroundings, the tube was like a magnifying glass. Bubbles from my oxygen tickled my face; I could hear my heart beating almost soundlessly in my chest as I stirred my right hand to touch the glass before me. It was as though I hadn't moved it in ages. I was finally awake and able to view what my mind so actively accounted for during my chemical induced slumber. Instinctively, I used an unknown force to reach outside my confinements.

The sound of cracking metal sent a smile of delight on my face – it was working. A cloud of black smoke swirled around the glass tube and ascended to the ceiling above while I placed my hands against the slippery glass. I barely had to press, the glass door unhitched and the water became a man made waterfall starting at my shoulders and finishing at my feet. The flowing water provided a massage for my back, my blood resumed pumping and warm life resumed in my muscles. I began to move, each advance forward was like walking on clouds and the change of temperature allowed goose bumps to appear across my skin. I screamed within, but remained blankly composed on the outside.

What happened to me?!

My sight was slightly blurred, adjusting to the luminescent lights above. To my right, a door opened and the clicking of heels rattled in my head. I had never felt so annoyed and careless. The smell was familiar to me, as well as the gasp she produced as two and two came together about the noise within this room.

"You're, you're..." A stutter, but I recognized her voice; she had shared stories with me in my homeostasis.

"Yes," I whispered to make sure my voice hadn't been altered. There was remorse in my tone and I hesitantly turned my chin to view the woman I had seemingly come to know so closely. A part of me wanted to grab her hand and take her home, where she belonged.

"How did you? – "The confusion in her voice was obvious, but I didn't know how to answer her. I didn't even know. Was I different from the rest? My head tilt to the side; I was staring at her inferiority without a slight idea why.

A twist within my core, I wanted to hunch over at the stomach. Internally, I was. The vision of her was closer to me, did she walk to me? No – I would have seen her. Were my eyes changing focus?

My hand extended, almost without my will, and I approached her until my nearly bare body was touching hers, breathing cool air upon her. Sarah's lips parted and trembled while her green eyes searched my own purple hues while reflecting back to me was my face. My skin, as pale as Alexia's radiated. But my eyes...

My eyes, I said a few times in the depth of my mind: my eyes, my eyes, my eyes! No! Yet, my expression didn't falter – I still remained composed, but the anger within my heart caused my hand to enclose around the throat of Sarah and hoist her above me. She didn't struggle much, but upon ascend the tip of her heel scraped against the toned, bare skin of my shin. Why was I doing this? The frustration within myself came forth, I immediately threw her aside into a glass banister and metal cupboard filled with scalpels, needles, and other instruments; with a bloody trail, I watched her slide with the caving furniture. The beating of her heart slowed to a stop within the keenness of my ears until a mass of muffled footsteps drew near.

............................................................................................................"Sacrifices of purities are turning into sins
Will you be there by my grave, or will you be the death of me? | And this judgment day is growing near
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ And this confession is killing me again"

"My, my, we'll work on controlling that." A voice, the familiar tone from the car, rumbled towards me and I could almost grasp the sensation of his breath on my shoulder.

Something clicked.

"Wesker?" I knew I spoke it, but the sound of his name posed no disgust or bile that would usually rise in my throat.

His laugh taunted me and I could see his thin smile in my mind. The memory of his hands around my face, holding me and throwing me to the ground while attacking my dignity made the red within my iris consume the darkening purple. In unison, I shifted my hips while my arm outstretched from the opposite side of me to backhand his mocking face. My wrist was caught.

"Come now, my lady." the power within his hands jerked my wrist towards him and my weight went flying effortlessly into the stiffness of his body.

He was much taller than I, a bit over six feet to my five and a half, but I was aware I could fight him off. My skin began burning with adrenaline.

Internal water calmed my fire, produced by the being I once dubbed in my head and not truly existent within my body. Yet, here it was, telling me to calm. I was an animal, a shark, one capable of anything, but when a human touched the right spot, I was in a trance. That was a bad example on my part, but I could never seem to find the words. I allowed my wet, soft body to remain against the awkwardness of his clothes until he departed from me. What was that? Was that even an embrace? The anger still remained doused.

"We have a lot of things to discuss, the experiment worked just as I hoped. You possess the Veronica virus, my own blood, and a little sugar on top," He wavered a hand as he spoke, then paused from walking around in the watery mess I had made and turned his attention back to me.

"It is almost as if everything you've held dear runs within your blood: the loss of Steve, my own personal betrayal to your scarce family, and that which we are heavily working upon. You are my key, my lady, no one can touch you. Within your blood, lies the future," He mused, but I experienced no laughter or energy to want to bash his head into something as I should have.

"So, you made me like you, to protect something secret within my blood?" I guessed while I spoke in my monotone. He didn't say anything.

"Was that necessary? Or do you have more in mind?" I noticed that the being within me was disturbed; I must have hit something delicate. Was Wesker apart of me? Could I feel his emotions?

He touched the glass of another human within a tube, she had no oxygen, and she was legally dead besides a throbbing gem upon her chest. Before viewing her face, I jerked my head back and off to the side.

"She isn't like you, her powers are given to her by a device, but she is easier to control," He peered at the tube next to the own as he trailed off. His voice spoke up. "You... are a chosen one and your training will begin today," He said sternly, annoyed that he had to tell me anything, but also answering questions in my racing mind.

He laughed slightly, his eyes still glued to the tube while he carried on his sick amusement.

He rambled on about the woman I cared nothing about, and neither did he from what I sensed. A bird lady, I thought within my mind remembering the pointy mask the woman who captured me wore. Was that what would become of me? This one was clearly replacing the last, but what was I replacing and why was this woman so special? I didn't bother to reach out and see her or take in her presence. She mine as well carry on the same fate as the other woman. It wasn't like me not to care, but I was lost somewhere with no idea if I was falling or flying from this point. Could I use my strength to promote good? I didn't think so now. A gloved hand touched my shoulder and he quietly closed the space between his torso and my back. I didn't sense his eyes on me, they were on Sarah.

"You are my beautiful tragedy," He mused down to me after acknowledging what I had done. I felt the oxymoron to fit right into place.

"This beautiful tragedy, is crashing into me

| And this judgment day is growing near |

This dying destiny, take me away"

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