Ok, so I actually wrote another chapter for this story (That is a huge accomplishment for me just to let you know). I wrote this chapter on my iPhone (so if there are some errors, let me know [autocorrect fails sometimes]) as I have been busy on my computer trying to restore my iTunes library after accidentally deleting all of my music -_-. FAIL. But here it is. Hopefully it doesn't suck too bad...Well, I'll meet you guys at the bottom.

"Is there...a problem?" Wesker noticed my eyes that were affixed on his desk. I was still processing in my head exactly how this could be happening. It took me a few seconds to realize he had said something.

"Hmm? What? Oh...no. No problem." My hesitation was far too obvious. And I could tell from the glare that Wesker was giving me that he knew that something was up.

"Very well." That was the only stone-cold reply I received that sent shivers down my spine. "As you are aware, I require some "assistance" with some research on a particular "pathogen" that I am currently experimenting on."

I gulped. That didn't sound good.

"From what I have heard about you, you are an exceptional student, and you would be...beneficial. Wesker put his-of course- gloved hands together and continued to stare me down from behind his black sunglasses. I returned the glare subtlety.

"And where did you hear that?" I asked.

"I happened to visit your high school to speak with your teachers, and what they told me was...very reassuring." Wesker readjusted his glasses.

Great...being smart is going to get me killed... I thought as I displayed a fake smile. Wesker cleared his throat. He was staring at the papers I was holding in my hands.

"Hmm? Oh..." I handed them over to him.

"Now, to discuss the matter as to how you shall be assisting me..." I began to clench my hands. Nothing can ever be good coming from Wesker. "...you shall be accompanying me to my main laboratory for further research and experimentation." My clamped hands began to sweat and I was starting to feel anxious. I swear I saw him hide a grin behind his hands as soon as he said that.

I knew I had to try to get out of there. I quickly grabbed my bad and stood up.

"You know. This sounds great and all, but I just don't think I can be that much used to you. So I think I'll just let you be..." I slowly began to back away from him and towards the door. By the expression on Wesker's face, I could tell he did not appreciate what I was trying to do. He stood up. Upset. I quickly turned and tried a sprint for the door. But by the time I turned around, Wesker was already standing in between the door and me. As he began to approach me, I began to back away from him.

"Ok, look. Let's stop pretending I don't know who you truly are and what's really going on here, Albert Wesker.

Next thing I knew, I was flying towards one of the bookshelves, and my back made hard contact with it. I fell to the floor with books falling all around me. By the time I recovered, all I could see was Wesker's dark figure looming above me.

He grabbed me with his famous -grab you by the neck because I'm infinitely times more powerful than you are and I could break your neck...if I wanted to...- throat grabs.

"Let...me...go..." I managed to get out while gasping for air.

"How very smart you are Mr. Monarch." I could feel his grip tighten. "But what can you-a mere teenage boy-do about it?"

"Look...just go...ahead...and...kill me..." I struggled, hoping Wesker wouldn't call the bluff. His grip didn't weaken, but he did say something instead.

"If I had any desire to kill you, your body would be hanging limp in my grasp."

I rolled my eyes at that remark, and continued to grunt, trying to pry his hands off, but to no avail. "So, I do suggest if you wish to continue living, you begin to obey me. I am your boss after-all. I shall not tolerate your insubordinate behavior." He dropped me to the floor. I coughed continuously as I tried to recover my air.

"Now, as I was saying: you shall come with me for the reason being that we will be traveling across the country in order to retrieve supplies and data needed for my research. He said as he turned and began to stroll across to the other side of the office.

"Sounds like a party..." I mumbled. Luckily Wesker didn't hear me.

"You will be ready at 8am Friday morning. Bring any necessities that you may think you need." He turned back around, noticing I was still on the floor. He walked back over to me and lifted me up on my feet by my arm. "Do you understand?" I let out a small sigh.

"Yeah. Whatever." I said, avoiding his gaze-affixed to the floor. It seemed my informal reply did not sit well with Wesker.

"Mr. Monarch, need I remind you of the consequences you shall receive for disrespecting me?" I growled.

"Yes. I understand."

"Good."

How am I supposed to get out of this now? I doubt my mom will believe my boss is an infamous antagonist from a video game. She doesn't even know who Wesker is. She won't believe me if I tell her this. What the hell am I supposed to do? Just go with him? I really have no choice at this point. I got to keep my eye on him at all times. I need to make sure I'm always one step ahead of him.

My head was bombarded with thoughts. But none were of any help.

"But why me?" I asked, grabbing my bag once again and dusting myself off. I sort of yelled it out, and that grabbed Wesker's attention.

"Because—" He began as he held up his hands in a shrug. "—whether you like it or not, you are vital for my…project."

"But don't you even have the slightest concern that I could—I don't know—possibly sabotage everything, or find out your true motives?" I protested, as I crossed my arms. "Not even the slightest concern?"

"Why would I be concerned about you? You, boy, are nothing more than my subordinate who is going to obey my every command." He glared at me, while all the same grinning his grin of victory.

And there was your first mistake—because you never want to underestimate me. You don't know what I'm capable of… I chuckled silently in my head. It's not just one teenager you need to worry about…

But Wesker was able to see my reaction.

"And just what is so funny, Mr. Monarch?" I could see him clench his fists.

"Oh, I'm just thinking of all the fun we're going to have, you and I." I poked at my temple.

"Well, I would advise that you be concerned for your own well-being…" He growled as he readjusted his glasses.

"Of course." I shrugged. "Oh, and if you don't mind me asking...where are we going first?" I asked, throwing my bag over my shoulder. Wesker walked back to his desk and sat down, pinching the bridge of his nose before spinning around in his chair to stare out the windows.

"Texas."

So yeah. I tried to be a little funny in this chapter, but I remembered that I have a poor sense of humor, so if it wasn't that funny for your taste, then I'm sorry :(. For whatever reason, my OCs always have a rebellious nature when it comes to Wesker. Just another part of my personality, personally. But yes. We are headed to Texas to start. Who will we run into there? Any guesses? No? Well, it's a surprise! And it will happen next chapter (if I hopefully get around to it). R&R if you like. I appreciate it. :D So...umm...any questions or concerns, leave them in a review or send me a PM. Let me know what you would want to see in this story, and I'll try to incorporate some ideas into it. :D I'm off to write for my other stories, and continue to fix my iTunes. -_- 'Till next time!