A/N: I am sorry this took so long to get to you all. I found myself in the worst few weeks of my life, first coming down with the flu, and then my grandfather passed away. So please do forgive the delay, and I hope this chapter suites you. Thank you everyone for the reviews and support!


James opened the door to the observation room and stepped over to look through the large bay window. In the adjoining room, Claire lay on an exam table, half delirious with fever and severe abdominal pain. Dr. Michaels and Dr. Monroe turned to him with similar looks of concern and confusion.

"What's happening to her?"

"Is she mutating?"

James lifted his hand to stop the questions and shook his head. "I don't know yet. But we have to figure it out soon. Her fever is spiking, and her heart rate is erratic."

Dr. Monroe stepped toward him, a look of fear and sorrow on her face. "She's dieing, isn't she?"

"Maybe," he answered honestly. "Whatever is causing her current condition is putting tremendous strain on her bodily systems. And if it's not rectified quickly, then yes, I believe she's going to die."

Kathleen stared through the glass at the girl in the next room, slowly suffering to death, her expression rather neutral. "When are we going to report this? He'll be very angry if she dies on our watch and he wasn't informed."

"'Very angry' is putting it mildly, I think. " Dr. Monroe responded. "I'd say 'supremely pissed' or perhaps 'murderous' are more apt descriptions. We shouldn't keep this from him."

James moved toward the tables of equipment. "We won't, at least not for long. He'll be far less pissed if he has some kind of answer as to her condition when he does find out, than if he comes down here and thinks we've been sitting on our hands the whole time."

"I hope you're right, James," Dr. Monroe frowned, turning around to look out the window herself. "For all our sakes."


The cells divided again and again, and slowly she seeped into them, insinuating her own distinct code into the cells. It would take only a short time to inscribe all the necessary information, and then she could be whole again. Reborn.

Her dark prison contracted, and the fragile attachment shuddered, threatening to fall free. She reached out in the only way she could and held on. When the tremor passed, she took stock of her situation, and she was less than pleased at what she found.

The Mother was dying!

She had gone as delicately as she could. She had not foreseen how widely spread she had been through her host's body. Even a slow removal was straining the Mother at the very seams. She had to make a choice, and it was the only wise one to make.

She must get out.


On the table, Claire's eyes shot open as a yelp of agony tore from her lips. Her hands clutched at her belly, and beneath her palms she felt something move.

"Oh god…"

Her skin began to stretch, like someone was trying to tear it from her muscles, as the ripple under the surface became a undulating bulge. She gave in to another shriek of agony as the door flung open. Her vision was blurred by tears, and blood roared in her ears, so the figures that swarmed around her were rendered hazy and muted.

Her belly swelled and pulsed beneath her hands and her mind raced. Am I going to explode? What was going to happen? Was Alexia going to shed Claire like an old skin? Or burst from her body like Aliens? At the moment, she honestly didn't really care. Just make it stop!


She grew swiftly, pulling as much of her own self in to the body as she could. She knew she couldn't bring it all and that was a sacrifice she would simply have to make. But to leave anything behind would be folly.

Formed and growing to the necessary size, she now needed an escape, and a means of destroying the leftovers. And so she commanded that which still was hers, though not of her new body, out. Out and out and out.


"What the hell is that?!" Kathleen shrieked, as Claire's body convulsed and a thick black substances began to seep out from her pores. It flowed out over the girl's skin and clothes, coating her and cocooning around her body.

The black mass continued to grow at an alarming rate, swelling to engulf the exam table. Horrified, and disgusted, Kathleen came to her senses first of the three of them and made a dash for switch on the wall. The red one that flashed gently, and had the word 'Biohazard' printed above it.


With the waste outside the Mother, Alexia made her move. Turning in the warm amniotic fluid, she adjust toward the way to her freedom and descended. Nature helped do the rest, clearing the way, washing out the fluid and contracting the muscles to push her free.

From darkness to darkness she transitioned. But her body was still too weak to survive alone outside the dark shell. Her senses told her there were four living organisms nearby. One was the Mother, the others expendable.

She chose at random and unleashed her will.


The alarms blared, and the room lights flashed red. The noise helped bring James back to his senses. He saw the black mass that had consumed Claire undulate and seem to rear back. He reacted on instinct. He grabbed Dr. Monroe's arm and turned to run, only to feel a rush of wind, and woman he held on to ripped from his fingers.

"No!"

He dared to look over his shoulder, and watched as Miranda Monroe was pulled into the black mass and did not come out again.


The organic material was sufficient, and Alexia grew, shedding her infancy in mere moments. Limbs growing stronger, muscles steadier. This would be enough for the moment.

She sensed a stirring within her protective cocoon, and knew exactly the source. Mother stirred in panic, in pain and fear. Were it any other, she would let them die in their lost confusion. But this was the Mother. She was special now, and not something to be discarded too quickly. Waste not, want not.


Claire came to in darkness. Fleshy black fluid surrounded her. She wanted to scream but feared there was no air to breath. In blind panic she thrashed and scraped, looking for some hope of escape. But the black mass around her simply absorbed her frantic movements. It was almost like swimming in evil jello.

And then suddenly, there was light and air, and she was stumbling to the floor. Her eyes took in the scene in a brief flash. James and Dr. Michaels stood near, both gazing at her in shock and horror. Behind her the black mass grew and lashed. And across from her, the door to the adjoining lab stood open. She didn't think. Her legs moved at her minds unknown signal and she was running for that door.

She sprinted through it, her mind working in over drive. She found the door to the hallway and went for it without breaking stride. In her mad dash to get away, she didn't register the sound of a door slamming behind her.


James moved to follow after Claire, his mind forming a million reasons. He needed to subdue her. He couldn't let her leave the vicinity until the Biohazard was contained. And she was the only one of them who'd had the wherewithal to think to run for the door.

But as he neared the exit, something struck him hard across the face, knocking him to the floor. He blinked blood from his eyes in time to see a black tendril of matter lashing out and slamming the door shut.

He heard a scream, and his gaze shifted to Kathleen. The scientist cowered against the far wall, her eyes trained on the ever growing viral mass. And then he saw it too.

Slowly, almost delicately, a small child, no more than a toddler, stepped out of that viscous mass. The little girl was naked, coated in a thin reddish goo, her blond hair matted with it. The girl stepped out as if parting a curtain, her expression utterly calm. He watched as she strode across the room toward the door. She had to go up on tiptoe to reach the handle.

"Wait!" He shouted to her, his arm reaching out. She turned her eyes to him, soft deep blue eyes. Eyes he recognized, but the look in them was distant and cold. She turned away from him and opened the door. She waved her petite hand, and the mass surged forward.

James heard the door give a quiet click as the monstrous viral matter split open and napalm spewed out.


Claire ran along with the panicked crowd as they flooded to the exits. No one noticed her in her tank top and warm-up pants. They were far too focused on getting out of the building, and she didn't look like a mutating zombie monster.

Stepping out of the main doors, she broke from the herding crowds and simply kept going. She remembered that the facility was actually just on the edge of a city. Which city, she hadn't even bothered to ask. And though her feet were bare, she ignored the rough jabbing of gravel on tender skin and walked.

She felt like someone had beaten her from the inside out. She felt more tired than she had in a long time, and her stomach rumbled in a normal, familiar way. She sensed, that whatever had happened in that laboratory, she was suddenly free in more than one way. Her eyes teared at the notion, and she kept walking.


Gone. All of it gone. Every sample they'd extracted from Claire was destroyed, and the girl herself was missing. The only ones who could explain how the explosion had occurred had been consumed by it. The only positive was that the fire had been contained and the damage done had been rather minimal. Though Wesker suspected that it had been no accident.

After hours of damage control, the facility was back online, and he sat in his office going over the debriefing reports with a fine tooth comb, looking for any possible indication on what had caused him to lose one of his most valuable assets so very quickly after acquiring her.

"Poor Father," a soft voice spoke from behind him. He was out of his chair in a moment facing the intruder. The tiny child stood utterly still, completely naked and covered in some dried red substance that was flaking from her skin. "Always working so hard."

He stared at the girl for a moment, noting the deep blue eyes, the certain turn of nose, the curve of the lips and shape of the face. They were all features he recognized, but they belonged to someone else. But it was the voice, though still that of a young child, that made him truly understand.

"Alexia."


A/N: Yes this is the end. However, I just finished RE5 and because the ending sucked so badly, I have been inspired to write a sequel.

Thanks again to everyone for the reviews and support! Much love.

Eve