Chapter 7: Rules
Author's note: I don't know if other people are having the same problem, but FF has been really buggy for me. :( It won't notify me when people comment so when guest comments come through, I don't see them until two days later. So if there are some people I'm not responding to, it's only because I couldn't see it. I really love responding to everyone and I will reply eventually! This happened with 'Refusing to Remember', so it's no biggie. :)
Justsomegirl17: Ha, I have lazy weeks! :P I noticed I didn't write 'see you Friday' in the last chapter, but yes, today is update day! :D Arrivederci, lady bug! (I like saying lady bug… :P)
Ultimolu: Sheva must be getting sick by all the circling but she needs to escape! :P I'm more worried about Bollard rather than Wesker… :O *runs and hides from the creepy guys*
Sheva Redfield: I'm glad to hear you've gotten some rest. :) Maybe Wesker will let her out… read on and you'll find out! :D Haha, I like Mr. Tate. Tate is actually my great grandmother's maiden name and it fit the name Isaac well. He almost got killed for Sheva, but what a hero for doing so! Eh, sorry you have homework to do. But anyway, talk to you soon!
youweon: I'm so happy you liked the last chapter :) But the story is in some spots littered with OOC moments, because when I wrote this story, I had to keep in mind my strictly Creva followers would be trying this out and I wanted to make Wesker likable to the new comers and the ones trying new stuff out, so that's why I had to change some stuff. And also because it's my style of writing. So I hope you don't hate the story or anything because of the OOC. D: But Wesker will still have plenty of those 'true self' moments, like in this one again. Have a lovely day!
-Sarai
Disclaimer: Resident Evil belongs to Capcom. The plot and original characters belong to me.
"As you can see on the report, the blood samples have reacted magnificently to most viruses. There are some that will not bond with her cells, but the ones that do; it's incredible! I've never seen anything like it."
Wesker had never heard Dr. Bollard's voice sound so optimistic, so eager about anything. But here he was, gushing over Sheva Alomar's blood and DNA. Wesker flipped through the inch thick report Bollard delivered to him just moments ago.
"No mutations?" Wesker asked, not bothering to look at the scientist.
"Not with the Progenitor and T-virus. The G-virus is still having a hard time with adapting, and Veronica rejects her blood altogether as well as Uroboros."
"How does she benefit from the Progenitor and T-virus?"
Bollard took a step closer and his eyes looked as if they were going to pop out. "When her cells and the virus bond, it creates this shield, if you will. When the two work together, nothing can hurt her. I tried burning her blood, after the virus had adapted, and any drop that burned would regenerate. I tried this with acid as well, but successfully, every time her cells regenerated and they came back stronger. She can be the ultimate weapon, Wesker."
Wesker thought for a moment, thinking about Alomar as a weapon. She was strong on her own and clever, but these viruses could do so much more for her. She would be the product of intense research and the child of Elliot Spencer, who in turn was the son of Oswell E. Spencer. Wesker was curious about the other viruses, though.
"What happens when you combine the other viruses with her blood?"
Bollard scratched his neck and looked for words to speak. "When we mix her blood with Veronica or Uroboros, it catches fire and burns instantly and completely and there is nothing left of her blood. These two viruses will burn her alive. As for G, well, it burns her blood but it's at a much slower rate. It can take days before it would kill her."
What a shame, Wesker thought. If only she could have bonded with all the viruses or at least have been immune to some, she would have been perfect. But in the end, she could still be killed by a simple injection or bite.
"I would like to start experimenting on the host, Albert. Right away," the scientist insisted.
Wesker looked down his nose at him, "It will be a long wait until you can start experimenting on Ms. Alomar completely."
Bollard wanted to debate upon this but decided to let it be. He didn't want to make Wesker angry and he certainly didn't want to be paralyzed by an easy hit made by Wesker. He nodded carefully and cleared his throat. "Are you going to tell her who her real father is and why she's here?"
Wesker growled under his breath, "That is none of your concern. If that is all, you may leave." He felt like he'd been saying that a lot lately.
"Yes, Albert. Before I leave, can I get you anything? Did you need a refill on Uroboros?"
Wesker growled a second time. "I have plenty of Uroboros, now leave."
He watched as the small man exited his office. He had no desire to read over the report that Bollard wrote up, but he'd get to it eventually. He looked out his windows into the forest and felt tranquility wash over him.
He considered his own reason for refusing Bollard's request to experiment on Ms. Alomar directly. Really she was completely ready and healthy for the task, but he still said no. He wasn't sure why he decided to keep her safe a little longer.
He thought about Isaac's request to give her some freedom. Was it really important to let the human have her own room and be free of The White Cell? The cell was pretty much her room already and it made it easy to keep an eye on her. If she had her own bedroom in the mansion, then she'd be closer to escaping. He could lock her door at night and shield the windows. And when she was awake, he could watch her through cameras or Isaac could watch over her. Was it really that much of a threat? Maybe if he allowed her this freedom, she'd be more willing to become the guinea pig Bollard needed her to be. She would never be fully willing to let Bollard inject her with serums and viruses but maybe Wesker himself could earn a diminutive amount of her trust.
He decided then and there, that it was time to let Little Bird out of her cage.
Sheva held her breath as she placed another card on her tower of kings, queens, jacks and aces. She sighed in relief when the eight of clubs leaned against the other cards without causing the tower to collapse. She was readying another card when she heard a door opening. The swing of the door caused the slightest wave of a breeze and knocked her tower down.
"Oh, c'mon!" Sheva whined as she threw the rest of the cards on the table.
Wesker closed the door in place and walked over to her, "Getting upset over a house of cards? Is that really what your life's become?"
"I made it to two levels, that's the tallest I've gotten. And yes, being stuck here has made my life become so uninteresting that I now depend on playing cards for something to live for," she said sarcastically.
Wesker forced back a chuckle and stood near the table. He watched her closely as she cleaned up the little mess she had made with the cards.
"What made you to decide to pay me a visit, Bertie?"
He snarled slightly. "I've come to check on you."
"Aw, and here I thought you were going to finally let me out. Well, I'm fine. Thanks for checking up on the prisoner."
"That is not all I've come to see you for," he clued as he looked around the cell.
Sheva arched an eyebrow as she shuffled the cards. "Oh? And what else did you want?"
Wesker leaned over the table and looked closely at her. "It's not something I want, Little Bird, but what you want."
Sheva finally looked up to him and narrowed her eyes. "And that is?"
"I'm letting you out of the cell."
She looked at him skeptically, "What's the catch?"
Wesker chortled and crossed his arms over his chest. "Why, my dear, there is no catch. All I expect is for you to cooperate with me and everyone else in this place. If you as so much think about escaping, you will be locked back up in there. Do you understand?"
"Wait a minute. If you have your rules, I want my own."
He balled his hands into fists. "Excuse me?"
Sheva waved at him, "You're excused. Look, I have only a few rules. One, I don't want to be watched constantly. I deserve my own privacy and I expect to have it. And two, I want to be able to walk around. I am not going to be let out of this room to be locked up in another. I want to be able to roam around where I please and when as I please. Those are my rules."
"You spoiled little brat," Wesker hissed through gritted teeth.
"Have you really stooped down to calling people names now?" She whistled in lowering scales as she shook her head.
Her whistling was cut off when she gasped in surprise. Wesker had moved in front of her in a flash and gripped onto her arms. His clutch was so tight, she was sure he was cutting off the circulation.
"How dare you speak to me that way! I can rip your arm off as if I was snapping a toothpick."
Sheva did her best to hide her sudden fear. "Go ahead. Let's see if you're a man of his word, because you have yet to show me so."
Wesker's grip became tighter and Sheva couldn't hold back the yelp of pain as he was so close to breaking her arm. He sneered at her and let go of her arm and took a step back.
"Pathetic."
He was surprised to hear an exhausted chuckle come from her.
"Ha, you couldn't do it. And you call me pathetic."
Wesker growled at her with incredible anger. "I am a God. Pathetic is the last word to describe me."
Sheva rubbed her arm and she knew that great, big purple bruises would appear within minutes. "Pathetic may not be the best way to describe you. The first word that comes to mind is monstrosity."
Wesker raised his hand to hit her, but held his fist in the air when she locked eyes with his. She didn't turn her face to soften the blow. Instead she kept stern and still, ready to take the hit. He slowly lowered his hand and continued to look into her eyes.
"Do you want out of this cell or not?"
She sat straighter on her bed. "I want out. Only as long as my rules are met."
"And remind me why I should allow these rules of yours."
"Because I deserve them and you know it."
Wesker rubbed his chin, "What do I get in return?"
Sheva scoffed, "Spoken like a true man. I will cooperate with you and I will give you blood samples whenever they are needed."
He was silent for a moment. After a few tense moments, he held out his hand for her and motioned towards the door. "Come, Little Bird, I will take you to your new room."
Sheva narrowed her eyes at him, "That I can get in and out of on my own and that has no cameras in it?"
Wesker nodded softly. His patience was wearing thin with her. "Hurry. I may change my mind."
She looked to him and cautiously took his hand. He clasped onto her hand firmly and leaned towards her a little.
"If you speak to me that way again, I will rip your arm off."
She rolled her eyes and sighed, "We'll see about that, Bertie."
Wesker pulled her along to the door and out of the cell. Sheva could feel a wash of relief and fear as she stepped out of the white prison and looked around the long dark hallway with wide eyes. She felt like a blind person who had just gotten back the gift of sight and was taking in all the things in life that they could always hear and touch and now they got to see the world for what it really was. She was so much in awe and disbelief that she hadn't realized that she intertwined her fingers with Wesker's out of pure excitement.
Wesker could feel his heartbeat quicken like it did the other day as he felt the warmth come from her small hand and comfort his. He took deep, careful breaths and told himself to never make such contact with her again. But for now, he would hold her hand as he led her to her new room and try not to think of the foreign feeling his body was expressing.
Author's note: One point for Sheva and one bitch point for Wesker! :P Kidding! So Sheva is free of the cell, but now she has to adapt to the new room and its creepy interior…
In the next chapter, Wesker shows Sheva to her new room and she immediately is creeped out by the place. More is shown on Wesker's past with Sheva and what it meant when he recalled her childhood and how he's been watching her since. Lots of information in the next update!
See you Sunday! -Sarai
