A deal with the devil?

A little bit later than I had originally hoped, but ah well. Oh and thanks to those that did review, responces are at the bottom.

Disclaimer: The resident evil series and all related items belong to Capcom, not me and I am not doing this for finical gain.

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Voices… I can hear voices…

"Someone's inside the art storage room." I couldn't help but think to myself as my eyes slowly slid open after being closed for 6 hours, before closing again in pain as they caught sight of the 12-volt light-bulb dangling overhead.

Moving my hand so that it was blocking out the light from the bulb, I groggily shifted my body so that I was sitting up on the red couch, while a slight groan escaped my mouth as my body began protesting at the sudden movement. However, despite all this, the obnoxious voice of Spencer managed to ring throughout the room, just somewhat muffled.

"… Impressive isn't Edward? I bet you've not seen a painting of this quality very much before, er?"

"… Spencer, who the hell do you think fooling? Will you stop stalling for time already and serve us dinner already?! I've been on that damned plane for more 24 hours in order to get here from England and the only thing that I've damn well managed to eat was two dried out ham and mustard sandwiches! Get on with the feast already!" Even I was slightly surprised by this; Edward was quite a gentle person by nature, it must have been a very rough flight if he was this temperamental…

A sigh could be heard escaping from Spencer's lips. "Alright, I'll come clean. The banquet has been cancelled due to er… Okay, someone has eaten it already." A slight smile spread onto my face as the sounds of protests from could be heard.

It was Marcus who spoke this time, I recognize that raspy voice of his anywhere. "What! Is this some kind of a sick joke Spencer?! You promised that there would be an enormous banquet waiting for us when we arrived!"

"Sadly this isn't a joke Marcus, the main centerpiece has been eaten, the desert has been eaten and even the starters have been eaten." A feeling of surprise could be felt in my gut at this statement; I didn't even see the starters, let alone eat them… Did Spencer's lackeys finish off the rest of the meal by themselves?

I didn't recognize the next person who spoke, probably one of the company border members or something like that. "Then what the hell are we supposed to eat?"

For a while Spencer was silent before a disgruntled sigh escaped his lips. "… Anyone feel like takeaway?" The grin on my face grew a few notches at the displeased noises the other were making at this.

"You've got to be kidding me!"

"We're nobles! We don't eat takeaway like a… a… commoner!"

"This is an outrage!"

"Actually… what kind of takeaway are we having?" A stunned silence followed this statement from Marcus, of all people. "… What? For your information, I usually eat takeaway when I'm practically buried in work and can't be bothered to cook anything. Depending on what it is, it can be pretty good."

"Well, what would you suggest we get to… eat then Marcus?" I could almost see the disbelieving look on Spencer's face while saying this.

"Well… considering the number of people here and the class that they belong to I wouldn't suggest buying anything related to burgers… How does Chinese food or Kentucky sound?"

"… I think I feel in a mood for chicken tonight. All in favor?" a series of aye's followed this, along with a few nays, but they didn't possess the same volume as the former did. "Kentucky it is. Steve?"

"… Yes sir?"

"I want you to drive into town and pick a about… 40 pieces of chicken, 15 packets of fries, 6 pots of coleslaw, 8 pots of beans and about 3 to 4 tubs of ice-cream, preferably chocolate or strawberry. Oh and make sure to order the amount of food that you guys need to eat as well, I don't want you guys to starve, now do I? Oh, and make sure that the food is kept warm as well."

"… Thank you sir. I'll go get the van and the others to help out as well and be back around in a couple of hours with the food." The sound of feet shuffling in the corridor could be heard before the sound of door opening and shutting before silence came over the group again.

"Well… I surpose we better continue on with the tour. Shall we?" I could hear the sound of multiple feet shuffling about in the corridor, along with alot of muttering, before the sound of a door opening and the sound of feet scraping against the marble floor before it shut again.

That was when I finally burst.

A low deep laugh escaped my lips while I braced myself against the couch in order to stop myself from falling down. Dear god… that was hilarious… I wish I could have seen Spencer's face!

For a few minutes that deep laugh escaped from my dry lips before it finally let up and I wiped the tears that had been accumulating inside my eyes. "That was hilarious." I couldn't help but say to myself.

However, the least thing that I expected was a response, even if it was somewhat muffled. "It was, wasn't it?" a small yelp of surprise escaped my lips, damnit! Edward's already had the tour of the mansion before and must have stayed here to look at the art Spencer has! "Your voice sounds very familiar, who are you?"

What I said next I am always going to remember in embarrassment… god, what the hell was I thinking? "Wohooo… I am the ghost of… Steve the builder, leave now mortal before I curse youuuu." The only thing I got in response was a slight chortle in response.

"That has got to be the worst excuse I have ever heard, and I know Spencer." A slight tapping sound could be heard ringing against the wall, the sound of someone tapping on plaster. At first I didn't know what he was trying to do but then it suddenly hit me like a ton of bricks when it move further along the wall, in the direction of the painting.

He was testing for any secret passages in the wall.

Letting out a slight gasp at this, I decided to try with the ghost thing again (Hey, what can I say? I was sacred and running out of options.) "Goooo awayyyy. The secrets of this mansion died with it's creator, George Trevorrrr." The tapping stopped when and, for a moment, I thought that my plan had worked.

How utterly wrong I was.

With a somewhat awed voice, Edward spoke softly to the wall so that I was only to hear it. "… How on earth are you still alive George?"

… Shit…

With a defeated sigh, I trudged towards the door leading into the corridor. Slowly turning the key in the lock, I waited till the sound of the lock clicked into place and pushed the door open, before stepping out with my hands in the air.

However, that was right before Edward pushed me back into the room and onto the floor.

"Wha…?"

Looking up, I could see Edward staring at me in shock and awe for a moment, before turning back towards the door and slamming it shut and locking it again.

For a minute we just stared at each other, him in surprise and awe, while me in dread at when he was going to turn me in to Spencer. However, instead of doing anything remotely hostile he held out his left hand to me.

… What on earth?

Hesitatingly, I grabbed hold of the open hand allowed myself to be pulled up by Edward. For a few minutes we just stared at each other, me covered in dirty dark blue overalls, while him in blue and white satin.

"… You're not going to turn me in to Spencer?" Taking in the way he was shaking his head about, a breath of relief escaped my lips that I didn't even know existed and I sat down on the red therapist's couch. "Well, that's a relief."

"How in the name of god did you manage to escape Spencers wrath, George?" Taken somewhat aback by this simple question, it took me a moment to give a straight answer.

When I did however answer, a small, humorless smile graced my lips as I spoke. "It turns out that Spencer didn't look into the design of the mansion properly and there was an alternative path leading into the underground storage area behind the kitchen." A surprised 'oh' came out of Lord Edwards lips as he nodded in understanding before allowing me to continue. "The rest was simple, I stuffed myself with food from the fridge, went up to the second floor with the elevator, walked along the second balcony, had a silent chat with a guard in the main hall and volaa!" I waved my hands in mock joy. "I was here."

"Interesting…" Edward mumbled under his breath while pacing slightly around the room "I take it that you have an escape plan?"

I let out a slight snort. "Yeah right, how can I possibly escape now? The outside of the mansion is always surrounded by guards while the caves are a maze that leads to god knows where."

"I see…" I could vaguely hear Edward mumble under his breath has his pacing around the room increased while my brow furrowed in suspicion. Why was Edward concerned with my well-being so much? Sure, I had talked with him quite frequently when I had seen him and was on quite friendly terms with him. However, I didn't know him that well so that he would be this concerned…

… What could he possibly want with me?

"Why are you so concerned about my well-being, Edward?" A sigh escaped his lips as his pacing stopped and stared at me with a pitying face.

"I have two reasons for wanting to help you." He paused again and another sigh escaped his lips. "… The first is that I think that enough of the Trevor blood has been spilled already."… No, dear god, no…

… Please, tell me he's lying… please…

I was barely aware of Edward taking in a deep breath before he continued on. "They were used as experiments for testing the progenitor virus, George. Your wife is dead, while your daughter is… worse than dead." I could feel tears beginning to well up in my eyes despite my best effort to stop them.

Quietly, almost whispering, I couldn't help but ask him: "she's one of those zombies, isn't she?"

"No." with a look of surprise, I looked up at Edward, his face impassive and unreadable. "She was directly injected with progenitor type B and, while it has caused a significant decrease in her IQ but she still seems to be capable of basic thought."

A dry, sarcastic chuckle escaped my throat. "Wow, that makes me so proud of her, 'capable of basic thought'." A sigh escaped my lips again as I looked down, tears welling in my eyes. "Where did I go wrong? What did I to warrant this and to my family as well?"

"… Why couldn't it have been just been me?"

"Spencer's changed, his power has gotten to his head and his become extremely paranoid. He found out that you knew about the underground laboratory and deemed you too much of a threat to his plan and power."

… What?

"… That's it? That's why he killed my family? Just because I knew about the underground laboratory…" I couldn't continue on here as my entire body had begun shaking with rage. That was it? Just because I knew about his little secret laboratory under the mansion?

… He killed my family and made me a prisoner in my own creation, just because I knew about his stupid little underground laboratory?!

"I'll kill him." It was barely a whisper but still Edward heard what I had just said.

"You can't." Looking up, through my watery eyes, I looked at Edward properly for the first time. A tweed, navy blue jacket, decorated with gold buttons and navy medals that he had earned while in service covered his ragged chest completely while trousers made out of white satin covered his legs and a pair of shiny black shoes covered his feet. His face wasn't as elegant as his clothes however: faint lines marked his face and some of his skin seemed to be sagging, despite the fact that he wasn't that old; while his golden blonde hair still had it's sheen to it his blue eyes seemed very old, careworn almost. Also, he seemed to be unusually pale when compared to what he used to look like and he seemed to be wheezing slightly, almost unnoticeable if I hadn't been sitting so close to him and in complete silence.

I think I was already expected what he would say, even before he said it…

"Look George, while pity is one of my main reasons for helping you I need someone who I can trust to look after my son since I'll be gone soon." Raising his left hand, he clenched it while a small, dry chuckle escaped his throat. "Even with some of the best medical equipment in the world and the best research facilitates in the world they still can't cure a simple disease such as liver cancer." Letting his hand drop, he looked me straight in the eye. "Give or take a year I'll be gone soon, and I don't trust my son as much as I used to. I'm afraid of what he'll do in order to obtain power and end up like the monster Spencer is becoming."

I sighed. "What is it that you want me to do?"

"Just act as a guide for him, make sure he doesn't do anything he'll truly regret. If you promise to do that then I will help you escape this place, I swear it." A sigh escaped my lips: what else could I do? If I didn't ask for his help there would be no way in hell that I would be able to escape from this place and my family wouldn't forgive me if I simply just allowed myself to die, I know it…

Talk about being stuck between a rock and a hard place… I wonder which one is Edward, though? And why does he trust me so much to watch over his son as well?

"Alright, I'll do it." A small, relieved smile appeared on Edwards face. However…" I continued before he could but in. "I won't allow myself to become your families slave. If I do agree to this I want to at least get paid something for serving you."

".. How about I pay you 5 pence an hour?"

"haha." I dryly chuckled at his response. "I mean it Edward, I don't want to end up as a slave to your family."

Edward just shook his head in response. "Look, we'll sort out the detail later since this isn't the time or the place, believe me. However..." he continued before I could but in. "I promise that I will provide you will all the regular benefits that our head butler would get. But in repayment, I want you to watch over my son and advise him for the next twenty years at least and then you can leave. Until then however, you will be working for us under the pretence as our head-butler and I fulfil my side of the bargain and help you in your attempt to escape from Spencer. Now…" He raised his hand like someone would before shaking another persons hands and I. "Do we have a deal?"

For a moment silence fell over us as I looked into Edwards face for any trace of deception, before raising my hand and grasping him open hand. "Deal." What else could I have done? I need his help in order to escape…

"I'll make sure you won't regret it. Now, I'm going to go arrange something with my servants and in about… two hours from now, two of my most trusted servants will return and begin working on developing the perfect disguise for you. It would be best if you remained in here to avoid detected until then." And with a slightly disguised cough, Edward disappeared and soon the sound of his footsteps disappeared, right before the sound of door opening and shutting.

Falling back into the red couch, a small sigh escaped my lips, right before a dry chuckle and a single, solitary tear escaped from my eyes and dripped down my cheeks onto the floor. Great, what a fine mess I had gotten myself into here. My family's dead, I'm a prisoner inside my own grand creation with my only thread of hope of escaping this nightmare rests on the shoulder's of the cancer bearing, 'former' friend of my jailer, and his servants. Maybe I should have just let myself die in the caverns…

… What the hell am I saying? That's the least thing that Jessica or Lisa would have wanted! I've got to at least try to escape from this madhouse, just for them, alone…

Even if it means a life of servitude, I've got to live for them, and to spite Spencer at the same time…

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Alright, first things first is that it will probaly take longer for me to post the third chapter, despite have written some of it already, what with Harry Potter seven coming out tomorrow... In the meantime, review please! i'd be extremely grateful.

Loki 7000: I have already read through your story and I am quite impressed, it's far better a great majority of the stories on this site. I'll review it later on.

Crimsonshrouds: yes, what they did to the entire Trevor family was unforgivable, that why i'm planning to give Spencer his just reward in the end...