Pheew! I'm back! My medical school finals are done and I felt like they sucked badly. Oh well.

I hope this isn't too boring, not much action in here.

Forgive any mistakes, I seriously need to get myself a pair of glasses since I've been having a hard time reading and finding my mistakes clearly.

NOTE: Scientist=Doctor=Researcher=Squinty eyes. Just thought you should know.

- Paperairplan-e


Chapter 6 – Growth

She had woken up, to find herself in the same plain room, the same cold metallic medical tools surrounding her and the same camera watching her. Funny, she was actually reading George Orwell's 1984 and reminded her of those scenes where they mentioned Big Brother eyeing every single person in the city. She then noticed that it has always been that type of lifestyle for her: when Wesker wasn't there to watch her every move, there was The Organization.; when The Organization wasn't there, there was the U.S. government and when no one was there, there was her. Ada couldn't help but notice, not that she actually had time to think about her life, that she constantly needed to watch herself and her every move: everything had to be faultless.

The variant of the T-Virus the organization had found in her blood test, seemed to have developed itself considerably within only 24 hours. The governmental medical team was called in 8 times to calm her down and tried to suppress the pain that would regularly shoot through her body, the convulsions were becoming more and more violent.

Leon hadn't seen her ever since he left the room frustrated from the news she had told him about. He said that he needed time to digest whatever there was to. She didn't feel near anything like being abandoned, though as she was judging by Kennedy's permanently worried self she was sure he'd pass by in the morning to check on her. He loves me, yeah right. My ass. She told herself rolling her eyes. Then again, how could she ever blame him for the way he reacted and he's reacting? For all she knew, he restlessly searched for her and now that he's found her, he wasn't wishing anymore bullshit coming from her. And yet, here was the new batch. The bitch in the red dress and Baby Wesker.

As she blankly stared at the ceiling, her body lifeless on the bed, Wong couldn't help imagining what type of mother she would make. The repulsive idea of having to constantly worry about the child's safety kicked in. As an agent but also a prisoner of her own job, the child would be a miserable one despite its inherited abilities from T. After all, it would grow up just like any child. More worrisome was the threatening idea of rebellion, the time the virus within the child becomes uncontrollable. This would automatically to the necessity of its destruction and the deed could only be her's unless she wanted some ruthless bastard to do it for her. "Never", she whispered to herself firmly.

Ada was never meant to be a mother from the very beginning; this was a fact if tightly bonded to the logic of her line of work. Despite all that, she would never put a child through such pain. It never asked to be born the way it would be so why would she have the right to take away the slightest thing from it? But if the situation is given thought, one would notice how irrational Wong was being. A deadly virus is most likely squirming within her asking for release to launch the planet's destruction and yet she has no thought of ridding herself of it. Quite the stubborn mind, really. You're making this all your fault Wong. That's the completely opposite of your job, you're supposed to frame people for the crap that happens in society's snake pit. Before she could proceed in her inner ramblings, another medic came in to give her the medicine she had to ingest within regular intervals of time.

2 hours later

"As you can see Mr. Kennedy, the embryo present within Miss Wong is developing at the most peculiar speed. Within only twenty-four hours the embryo has reached the stage of a month old of pregnancy. I have never seen anything like it." Leon listened to the squinty voice of the researcher hired to analyze Ada's pelvic scan results through one of the large screens. The other screen featured Ada's sedated form on her hospital bed with perfusion tubes hanging from her arms and scanning deivce the medics in her room were pressing on her abdomen under the transmitted instructions of the squinty voiced scientist. He couldn't bear it, any of it: those hands roughly touching her, pulling and replacing needles in her skin, her helpless figure and the obvious signs of fatigue leaving dark traces beneath her eyes.

Focus Kennedy, focus. He told himself sternly. The doctor then opened a file featuring explanations as to how the virus was multiplying. "Now, as you've told us the virus shall only begin attacking its carrier after the child's birth." I seriously hope Ada's wrong about that bit of the info. "I have quickly analyzed and came to the conclusion that with the presence of the child's gene being detected within her body, the virus refuses to harm the bearer in order to allow the growth of the child. To do so, the virus refuses to harm the immune system for optimal development and yet, the antibodies have no way of getting rid of the antigen. From here on I'm sure you get the idea." The man said as he close the file.

Leon massaged his nose bridge between in thumb and index finger, sighing heavily as he began to put the pieces together. "Since the antigen can't be destroyed, once the virus detects that there is no reason for it to restrain its regular unstable activity, meaning once the child is out of the bearer's body, it'll begin to harm the organism as it pleases." Leon's statement was confirmed by an approving nod from the doctor. "Isn't there any way to develop a vaccine?" He couldn't imagine losing her to a crummy virus that had been haunting them for years now.

"Well you see, conceiving a vaccine will demand the use of Miss Wong's body in the process. The presence of her cells and the embryo's is necessary in order to conduct analysis and research. We have a decent amount of information about the T virus from the Raccoon City outbreak, hence making the search for a vaccine possible." But the doctor paused, pushing his glasses up with a finger. "Though I was told that you would be displeased if she was to become our guinea pig." Kennedy turned his face away from the scientist's observant eyes; coming to the conclusion that only one person would have mentioned his relationship with the infected woman. Damn it, Hunnigan.

"Wong isn't under his responsibility anymore Doctor Shepard." A tall and slim figure came in, standing straight with a neatly coiffed bun and a pair of rose pink framed glasses. Speak of the devil, Leon muttered to himself.

"Hey Hunnigan." He greeted her, as casual as ever.

"Leon, Ada Wong is officially under the U.S. government's supervision. Our superiors have decided to make use of Miss Wong situation to begin useful research which they believe can be a solution to annihilate the T-virus. And with further work, maybe even the G-virus." Ingrid cooly said, making her way closer to once rookie cop.

"Has anyone told her?"

"No. And judging by your tonality, the news is everything except music to your ears. I was hoping you could tell her. If she sticks with the government's plan for her, Wong would be able to stay peacefully in the facility." Her voice pleaded him to understand.

"Easier said than done Hunnigan. Thanks for the information though." Despite the awful news he needed to break to Ada, he felt reassured that they'd let her stay in the medical facility instead of a prison's cell.

A sudden sound was heard close to the door. There she was standing in her hospital robe, arms bleeding due to the tugging at the perfusion cables and stains of blood all over her. The doctor, surprised as ever, quickly opened the window transmitting the recordings of the camera in Wong's room and saw the violence that has occurred. The medics who were giving her an ultrasound only a few minutes ago were gravely injured. Despite the crummy quality of the security camera, the blood that she has shed was obvious on screen. "She's unstable!" The scientist exclaimed. The second Leon heard the man's exclamation, he quickly got on his feet and turned to face his lover's trembling form.

"I won't let you touch it." Ada Wong whispered, her lower lip quivering. The idea of turning herself and her child into research utensils was something she couldn't even picture, it made her blood boil in every inch of her body. People call it motherly instinct, but in this case it was more of a savage reaction to the unbearable situation they were trying to put her in.

"Security, get to the building F-13. Wong's unstable." Ingrid spoke to a guard through her transmitter. "We have an emergen-", but before the spectacle wearing woman was able to continue speaking, a firm grip caught her slim neck and slowly began strangling her. Leon couldn't believe the speed at which Ada reached for Hunnigan, it was inhuman. It barely took her a second to move from the door to her current position; and seeing how she could easily carry his colleague with only one hand, he knew that the virus was slowly taking over.

"Ada!" He cried approaching her, attempting to make her stop. The only reply he was given was a rather savage hiss and the deadly glare of her orange glowing cat eyes. Kennedy continued to approach her slowly, as he deeply stared in to her abnormal tangerine, fiery orbs. He was unable to look away out of fear; her demonic glare was so intense to the point that he couldn't do anything but stare. Ada's breathing was irregular and heavy and her eyes did not once leave Leon figure. It was almost comparable to a feline predator ogling its prey in the excessively warm environment of the savanna. The government agent began to extend his hand, hoping he'd be able to reach her, hoping that she'd take it; but instead a swift kick flew towards him, sending him brutally against the wall.