Chapter 34: My Plague

"Urgh..." Jake moaned once the once peaceful dreams became the harsh reality of the pain in his body, his heavy eyelids slid open at a snail's pace and the room he was in shifted before him, only to show a very pale and apprehensive blonde woman fix above him.

"Sherry?"

"Thank goodness..." She spoke with a heavy sigh of relief, but it didn't extinguish the pained anxious look she carried.

"Where am I? What... happened?" He asked lifting a hand to his forehead, taking his own temperature and to feel the gritty stitches covering a wound that felt almost healed.

Sherry frowned and looked to her right, then back to him putting her own hand over his to keep it away from his sutured brow.

"How do you feel?" She asked with extreme concern. "Itchy? Hot?... Hungry?"

"No... Just feel like I've been run over by a bus." Jake replied agitatedly. "How long have I been out?"

"A couple of days, I think... What do you remember last?"

"Rain... Stag... Pain... Falling... Explosion." Jake said unenthusiastically, getting concerned at Sherry's shiftiness.

"What... What's going on?" He asked further, wanting to know the reason for her actions and the odd questions, following this her face contorted into a light frown, as if she was saying 'Oh Jake I'm so sorry.'

"We... We made it into the complex in the end... That zombie deer pushed us into one of the rooms, here..." Her voice faded, and her face went an even whiter shade of white - if that was even possible.

"What?" He asked urgently, sitting up as fast as he could even though his body protested greatly.

"Wesker... Your Fa-... Um, Albert saved us."

Jake didn't say anything, he just gazed at Sherry.

"Ah, you're awake." The British voice called from behind Jake right on cue, as if he was waiting for the grand reveal.

"Yes, myself and my aide saved you from your inevitable death." He called, slowly moving his way around the room to view his 'Son' from the front.

Jake sat in awe on the uncomfortable bed at the man that walked in front of him.

Albert Wesker was no longer in the wheelchair Jake had seen him in at the DSO HQ, but walking on both legs, sure a little slow but still willing and able.

The first thing Jake noticed was the sly smile playing across Albert's face, then to his eyes; those half red-yellow tinted glistening eyes that glided over his own face, looking at him obviously intrigued.

Next, to the small patches of brown on his pale features, and he felt himself frown, 'Pictures from Carl... he had black patches... must have healed...' Jake thought to himself, keeping his brow furrowed deep watching as his 'Father' took a leather gloved hand over his slicked back white-blonde hair.

Jake continued to stare, nobody speaking for the moment as the two took complete note of each other, and Jake could see the similarities in their faces. Although Jake's nose had a slight bump from being broken back in the Merc's it was the same slim lined long nose, the cheekbones were also high and well contoured, almost exact face shape, similar body build and he supposed that the only difference between them was the hair colour and the shape of their lips. Jake got his ginger colour from his Mother, as well as her fuller lips.

Their eyes? He didn't know.

"So... You're Albert Wesker?" Jake finally asked, his voice curious and strong, no air of fear to be heard, he was making damn sure his Father knew he wasn't afraid of him unlike Sherry.

"Yes... And You, are Jake Muller." Wesker replied very matter of fact-ly, crossing his arms over his chest, dressed clad in black leather type material as he always used to be.

"You're meant to be my-"

"Father?" Albert butted in, and smirked.

"Yeah... This true?" Jake asked, watching the red-yellow eyed menace smirk at his curiosity.

"These matters are of no consequence right now, Miss Birkin still needs to fill you in on... Some, matters." Wesker's eyes seemed to glow for a moment as he told Jake these things, ahead of walking slowly to the exit of the room. "For now you must rest... Once you are fully recovered, which shouldn't be too long." He let out a minor laugh, "Then we must talk."

Both Jake and Sherry watched as the enigma walked out, and it seemed like Sherry could breathe again, but then it re-occurred; that scumbag had left her to tell Jake about the issues that were at play.

"He seems like a dick." Jake commented grimacing, Chris was right after all.

"Jake..." She started, making him look back to her, "There are some things I need to tell you... Serious... things."

"Alright..."

"First, the Stag incident... Wesker and his few assistants said you... You had..." Sherry stopped, she could feel herself feeling sick with every word that spilled from her mouth, but Jake's reassurance by touching her face lightly was just a little nudge for her to carry on. "You've... You've been infected with a variation of the Tyrant-Virus."

Jake felt his heart stop, along with his breathing.

"What?" He managed to ask after a minute of cold stone silence, and no life signs. "How did? I mean, I wasn't bitten!" He exclaimed.

"The antler's Jake... They pierced you... Normally it would be a bite, scratch, exchange of fluid, but for these newer creatures they created, their antlers are also a way of infection." Her voice was quiet, to the point but full of worry. "Like a scratch from their older B.O.W's."

"I'm gonna turn into a mindless freak?" Jake asked, not concerned about showing the panic in his voice. "I... I'm gonna kill people, and infect innocent... Oh god." His eyes roved about the room, and Sherry not knowing what to do.

Sherry quickly shook her head and put her hands on his.

"You have to kill me..." Jake said with a deep sorrowful look. "Right now! I don't wanna be one of those things." He went to reach for his handgun, but found it was gone, and more fear encroached him.

"It shouldn't come to that Jake." She began, but he could see she wasn't completely certain. "Apparently, the antibodies in your body have overcome the virus in a way..." She smiled faintly, "But Wesker said you may end up having abilities, and eyes like his in the time to come... As the virus becomes one with you... Like the C did."

Jake's hands shrugged off Sherry's in a hurry and went to his face, and he began to rub his eyes.

"So I'm infected with the T-virus... which has been neutralized, like the C-Virus? My antibodies fucked that shit off, to an extent?" He asked, he could feel himself becoming calmer from fear, but more annoyed at the lack of answers he was already having, and it wasn't Sherry, it seemed she only knew what they'd told her - if they'd told the truth. "And as time passes the T is going to transform parts of me like the C did and give me some crazy abilities? And fucked up eyes?"

"In simple... Yes. On a slight plus, it's lead to you have quicker healing..." Sherry replied and pointed to his forehead. "Your head had a deep gash, and has since turned into a mere scratch."

He hesitated rubbing his eyes for a moment, and his fingers gingerly traced up his face to the gash he'd felt patched up and gasped, minutes ago it had been a shallow cut and now it was almost fully healed, a thin barely touchable line could be felt; like a paper cut.

"It's not as vigorous as the G I have, but it's... it's something."

"Something?!" Jake exasperated, "Hmph... If I'm not contagious, fine... What other 'great' news do you have?"

"Yes, there is more... You lost a lot of blood, if you can remember. Too much for someone to lose and not die. When I came to, they were stitching youone of them told me you'd have to have a series of blood transfusions, to replenish your body... But, the thing is... I couldn't do it, and nobody else could... Except for... Albert."

"Wait! You're telling me that nut job gave me some of his blood!?" Jake roared flipping his hands into the air. "And why should he do such an act of kindness after the things he's done?!"

Sherry shrugged, knowing exactly how he was feeling, she too had thought the same thing.

"I thought the same myself... The blood was being stored from previous tests and research, unfortunately, but wasn't tampered with in any way - at least, they assured me on that." She added silently in her mind that she couldn't trust these people as far as she could throw them, but she continued to hope they were telling the truth for once in their miserable lives.

"...Hang on..." Jake interrupted before she could go on with the continuing bad news. "What about his infection? The virus' he carried?! Aren't I now?... Doesn't that mean I'm further infected with his bullshit?!" He asked, even more riled and pissed off than he already was.

In his mind he was seriously regretting going against Hunnigan's orders. If he'd never changed them, there would have been a very good and real chance he would've come away from Alex's hell house NEW virus free.

"I asked the same questions Jake... The only answer they gave me was that, because you were seemingly immune to the T from the Stag's you should be invulnerable to the strain that your father carries... However, the Uroboros they didn't reveal. So, I really do not know."

"Shit..." Was all he could muster, he closed his eyes and 'listened' to his body. He sure as hell didn't feel any different from the new virus' he's procured over the last however long, and he couldn't see any weird mutations forming. He felt, normal. 'But what if that changes? What if I turn and hurt Sherry?'

"Are they 100% sure I won't turn?"

"They've took enough blood samples to test and watch. Like I said, they said your antibodies kicked in and you're immune, like the C; it just may have given you more slightly enhanced abilities. "

"I... just want to be normal, Supergirl." Jake whispered, feeling defeated but wanting to throttle his 'Dad' for doing this.

Everything was his fault. All of it.

A quick shuffling of feet interrupted their conversation as a tall thin man in a lab coat tottered in with a clip board, a stethoscope dangling around his neck and a serious tired look on his face.

"You are awake and speaking, no?" The man asked bluntly, to which Jake nodded with a furrowed brow. "Good. I need to take a few readings so please, comply."

Jake huffed in annoyance as the man dropped the clipboard onto the bed near his feet, put the stethoscope into his ears, then proceeding to put the large rounded flat end onto his chest.

"Breathe as deeply as you can, then breathe out." The Doctor ordered. "Okay," He went on dropping the cold apparatus to write quickly on the sheets of paper.

Once the pen had been cast aside the tall man pulled the plugs out his ears, and wrapped the thing back around the back of his neck, next he reached for a thin wooden plank from his breast pocket, which Jake thought hilarious; the pocket had a faded Umbrella patch stitched onto the dull white coat.

"Open." Again, Jake did as the man said with no question, although the look on his face was a look of death. "Okay, now look into the light." The Doctor ordered again, after throwing the tongue depressor into an open bin not far from the bed, later whipping out one of those pen lights.

"So, am I turning or what?" Jake snapped as the light clicked off, and the Umbrella Doctor went back to jotting things down on the clipboard.

"I think your head has completely healed." The Doctor replied, ignoring Jake's question completely, his own face as stoic as it had been since he walked through the door.

"Hey... I asked you a question." Jake countered, making it plain he wasn't in the mood to be fucking around, nevertheless the Doctor did not reply, but instead reached inside his pocket bringing out a pair of white latex gloves, to which he promptly put on in silence.

"Now keep still."

The Doctor went on to examine the area on Jake's head which he'd knocked, slowly removing the wafer thin piece of bandage covering the wound, and nodded, a slight tautness could be seen in the man's cheeks as if he was going to smile, or was smiling inside but it didn't come through.

"You have healed well, no scaring. The stitches, I will remove now."

Once the stitches had been removed, Sherry watched in awe as the small dots on Jake's forehead disappeared with no trace within seconds, then finally understood how people must have felt when she was wounded and healed.

She believed that he'd healed so fast because they were tiny punctures, unlike his chest which was taking its time, but still quite far along in the healing process.

"Once your chest wound has repaired you will be called for Dr Wesker." The cold Doctor spoke, his deep monotone English-german accent not sounding very strong. "Until then, rest."

"Was he for real?" Jake asked aloud, when the Doctor left in a hurry.

The same Doctor had come back to the two, many hours later, checking Jake over once more, and satisfied that Jake was decent enough to move they were on their way through the plant's underground series of rooms, mostly dimly lit hall ways past abandoned laboratories and then into a better lit control room that was well used, with one large man sat at the controls, watching flicking screens of the plant, then they were through to a large lab with 2 people in white coats occupying the vastly huge room.

Sherry noticed the large empty specimen tank at the end of the room, first the oddly discoloured liquid in it; a slight green-blue hue. Then the cables and the breathing apparatus wires floating in its fluid, and she couldn't help but wonder what Wesker and his crony crew had been up to this time, sighing internally wondering if they would ever learn, followed by noticing a white board on a wall, a checklist of some sort.

'Phase One:

- Project Rebirth

- Flora and fauna defense system

Phase Two:

- Trace & Track offspring

- Compile data on 'The Organisation'

Phase Three:

- Send in operative to enemy faction

- Interfere with faction plans

Phase Four:

- Trap & exploit offspring

- P30

Phase Five:

- The Organisation

- World Supremacy'

Sherry continued to soak in the phases, and the words trying to make sense of it, but she could only assume that Albert was after Alex for whatever reason.

From the large lab, they entered a room that was largely out of place. It was furnished in the most lavish dark oak wood, and red wallpaper; the Umbrella symbol carved into a large hexagonal table in the middle with the same polished wood as chairs, a great new-age projector at one end connected to a laptop, pointing at a pulled down white screen. There were no bookshelves in the place, only one cabinet in a corner which as they walked by was stocked with liquor in expensive looking bottles, along with dusty glasses. There were various paintings on the walls, one which Sherry recognized immediately; it was of Raccoon City before Umbrella had unleashed it's hell upon it. The others were of the Founders of Umbrella, quickly noticing some of the names, along with a plaque nearest to the door they were heading for saying: "Obedience Breeds Discipline, Discipline Breeds Unity, Unity Breeds Power, Power is Life' - White Umbrella Biotechnological Division II, Germany."

Sherry shook her head after reading it, she had no words that hadn't already been said. It was just, Umbrella... The corporations name alone was enough to explain.

The tall Doctor then lead them up a series of concrete steps that lay behind a wrought-iron gate labelled exit, and they began a steady climb to the upstairs.

"Whoa." Jake exclaimed in a quiet voice as they reappeared inside the giant conical chimney.

The plant wasn't a real plant at all, 'Just another cover story.' Jake thought, ',but still this is impressive.' The entire middle was hollow, nothing but two doors well camouflaged into the concrete walls, and they were now heading for the one opposite them. The floor had been cleared of the annoying snow; and had been piled high around the circled floor, and the ground well salted so no slipping or sliding would be had.

Vines and stray roots greeted them as the door opened, and they stepped into the ruined part of the site, an intact metal door opened to their left and they were ushered inside.

A grey painted room welcomed them into its warmness, and was quite large, it also still had a roof, so that was on the upside.

Albert was standing at the far end of the room looking at a medium sized LCD computer screen with his arms folded, and a man stood not far from him, a face that both Sherry and Jake recognized immediately.

"You!" Jake roared pointing his finger at the green eyed elderly plump man, "Ada was right. You were a spy! Working for him!"

Wesker smiled, his eyes now shaded by his trademark glasses didn't even intervene as Jake ran across the length of the room, lunging at Carl Smith like a vicious predator, instead he continued to observe the screen in front of him, looking at the DNA structures sway and spin in front of him.

"You lied to the BSAA! To Chris and the DSO!" Jake yelled in the man's face, as he pushed him against a wall with new strength.

"I didn't! I never lied!" Carl whimpered, the hairs protruding from his white beard and mustache twitching in fear, "I... did work with Tricell, but you never asked if I worked... worked for Albert." The man croaked.

"Plus... We had to get you here somehow." Albert interrupted, with a sly smirk turning around to watch the scene play out.

"You wanted to get us here?!" Jake snarled loudly, looking towards his Father. "Why?" He then spat at Mr. Smith, who looked even more fearful than before because Jake's grasp around his throat was steadily getting tighter and tighter, restricting his air flow.

The only thing Carl could do was hold onto Jake's powerful arms, and try to pry himself loose which was impossible, the kid had gotten very strong.

"If you don't stop, you will choke him to death." Albert said coolly, watching his faithful operative lose air, the white foam forming around his lips, the colour of his face turn from red to purple, and his eyes begin to roll back into his head.

"Jake..." Sherry called from behind, "Don't... Don't stop. Kill him."

Wesker smirked all the more, this truly was interesting. He'd heard of Birkin's mercy, but where was it now?

Jake faltered on his grip for a moment, obviously wondering what was wrong with Sherry, why was she so adamant on the man dying for a change? But internally, he shrugged and resumed the death choke on the man, he had no problem killing this worthless piece of meat. Carl worked for his father, had worked for that Tricell group, par-taken in deceiving the USA and the BSAA, and lastly lured himself to his father... not to mention Sherry as well.

Albert smiled in a sinister way, bearing his pristine white teeth, he was enjoying this more than he should, however...

"I can't let you do that." He spoke with an increase of sharpness in his voice.

Sherry watched as Albert stepped towards Jake and the almost lifeless Carl, unfolding his arms, putting one hand on Jake's chest and pushed with little force. The next thing she knew he was flying backwards, his back colliding with the clean lino floor, the squeaking of the friction between his clothes and the plastic was high and annoying, but he kept on sliding backwards until he hit the door they'd come from with a minor thud.

"You see, Carl is the best person to contact the BSAA. For my plans, I need him." Albert spoke again, his eyes glowing a lighter shade of yellow from beneath his glasses as he looked towards Jake who merely sat slumped glaring at him from the door.

"You..." Jake started, as his legs worked to push him up. "Are an asshole."

Sherry watched again as Wesker smirked all the more, taking his gaze from his son to Carl who was holding his neck breathing heavily, eyes wide.

"Are you injured?" Albert asked him, not a shred of sympathy or care in his voice, and the big old man shook his head. "Good, then you should leave." and with that, Carl scampered to his feet and made a beeline for the door, which Jake had already opened for him.

Carl hesitated once he'd come to Jake. He was glaring at him like he was nothing more than dog shit on the street he'd accidentally stepped in, and he felt like it too.

"..."

"..."

Neither of them spoke, but Jake's glare turned into a smirk, like Albert's, then moved his head quickly with a biting action, scaring Carl into running through the door.

"Psyche asshole." Jake muttered as he slammed the door shut, turning around to face Albert again.

"Well, well, well..." Wesker began as though they'd only just walked into the room, "Haven't you grown." He spoke directly to Sherry now. "The last time I saw you, you were running around with that Leon Kennedy and Redfield's sister in Racoon City."

"That was a long time ago." Sherry replied coldly.

"Indeed, although I must say the loss of your father was indeed harrowing. I treasured our friendship for the longest time." Again Albert spoke, but there were no feelings attached to the words, just a cold unfeeling glacier of nothing, to which Sherry didn't speak, she had long gotten over her parent's deaths and didn't give a rats ass that Wesker may or may not have felt something for them at one time in his miserable life.

"And me?" Jake asked, walking to Sherry's side. "Am I your son or not?"

"Hmm..." Wesker mused touching his chin with a hand, "What do you think?"

"Hmph... I say it's a good chance as seen as I have your damn DNA, and this resistance to your fucked up virus'." Jake rivaled.

"Then you are indeed my progeny." Albert replied again in his cool British manner, watching the way Jake's face contorted vaguely and how he and Sherry looked to one another.

"So, Mom and you?"

Wesker's eyes gleamed beneath his glasses, he knew his child would be curious yet he didn't want to talk about that.

Once he did have emotional attachment to people, and things, but that all changed when he realized he was to be a God. Nothing mattered but his infernal goal. Nothing.

"You won't like the outcome of this conversation." Albert warned, but smirked all the more. "One of my more elaborate goals in the early years of Umbrella was to find a woman with near untouchable antibodies, and good intellect. Much like Spencer's Project Wesker..." He growled, "And to breed with her, to make the Perfect child. A child who would be a God... Immune to all and have the greatest mind." Albert stopped and adjusted his glasses, then folded his arms. "However, bonds with a certain young lady who fitted my description, living in America led to a more... Romanticized friendship... Which would have eventually led her into certain death, by Oswell's hand..." He stopped again, displaying slight uncomfortable-ness at the topic. "Had he found out what I was up to... She must have gotten pregnant in this time, she knew the risks of the child being born under my name, the peril the child would be exposed to, by Oswell... So when I left her, she moved back to her home country." Again Wesker seemed uncomfortable talking about his past, but felt that his child should know how he was created, and what for, just as he had been. "Your Mother and I had no contact after that, I didn't know where she was, and vice versa... Until more recently."

"So you 'Bred' me to be a... God?" Jake scoffed, "You know, I really wish you had have been a dead beat dad... 'Cos man do you have mega issues... Mom loved you. I can't get my head around that, and wouldn't stop telling me how wonderful you were even on her death bed!" Jake shouted through pent up anger from his entire life, "I hope to god that when you went into that Volcano it really fucking hurt, because god knows it will never - EVER come close to what you did to me and mom."

Wesker didn't react to his words, and Sherry could only imagine what he was thinking, if some small part of him still loved or cared.

"I am remorseful that your mother died of such a weak disease." Albert spoke, a grin coming to his face. "I chose her poorly."

Jake lunged across the room again, heading for a straight on collision with his cold father, moving faster than Sherry had ever seen him move, but it was soon over when he reached Albert. Just as she'd said to him back in her apartment, Jake was strong, but Wesker was triple, quadruple his strength.

It was like pushing at a wall, grappling with one, a hard 30+ tonne stone shaped like a man. He glared at his father, his own eyes feeling like they were burning red in anger, as Albert's were glowing somewhat from behind those pathetic shades, and he was smiling.

Albert knew his words would enrage the boy, and in seconds before impact he took a stance of defense, arms out stretched and legs in a good strong position. Albert misjudged Jake. He was strong, stronger than he would have ever imagined, but he could see the working virus' within his child's eyes; the tiny almost glow emanating from them, full of white hatred.

He was enjoying this sparing match, since his 'Rebirth' he hadn't had the chance to test his body out a great deal, and much to his disappointment the wonderful Chris hadn't come to kill him yet.

He'd returned under the cover of dark, right under the stupid BSAA's noses and he, himself, Albert Wesker had sent in his own loyal operative to the Lion's Den to tell them of his return... 'all according to plan.' He mused, as Jake screamed into his face trying to push him, punch and kick. 'Yes, he certainly is getting stronger.' A dark laugh sprung deep within him, silent and deadly. 'He's giving all he's got, and he's taking everything I have to keep him at bay... he is more than a match.' Again he thought darkly, his plans were falling into place and soon it would all be done with.

"As much as I'm enjoying this..." Albert spoke through clenched teeth, "I am getting bored." With that, he again gave a slight push and Jake flew backwards and into the neighboring wall, creating small cracks around his form. "You aren't as strong as me... I wouldn't try that again, unless you want to die."

Jake didn't speak he just growled, taking Sherry's helping hand, noting the sweat on her brow and the paleness of her face.

"Are you alright?" He asked quietly when he was back on his feet, touching the back of his head, finding no blood much to his surprise.

"Yeah." She nodded, not speaking out that she felt queasy and very afraid for Jake's safety, as well as her own.

"Yes..." Wesker's fake sounding British voice droned, arms folded and in normal posture again, "You may start feeling unwell soon."

"What have you done to me?" Sherry asked immediately feeling shaky from his words, he may have done something to her whilst unconscious from the fall from the deer. "Tell me!" She ordered.

"You better not have touched her." Jake whispered threateningly, he knew his father was strong, but push him enough and he would rip his face off.

"When you were unconscious, we took blood samples." He started, another smirk playing on his face. "We took samples of Birkin's blood too... And we found something quite interesting."

"Yeah! She has the G virus... Big deal, old news pops. Get a new story." Jake spat with hot sarcasm.

"Ignorant boy, be quiet." Albert intervened in the same cold manner, "Her blood showed odd irregularities, that of which she harbors something else within her." He mused, his smirk turning into a dark grin.

"Oh yeah?" Jake asked furiously, thinking of the C-Virus.

"She is with child."

Hey guys, I want to say thank you to the 'Anonymous guest' who told me about a spelling error XD when I write I'm in a mad flurry, but do re-read really quickly and post asap, so some spelling and grammar is misplaced and what not, but if anyone else sees any major flaws please let me know, i do re-read this fiction myself but brain turns into mush and i miss things .

ANYWAY, sorry this took so long to post, I wanted to make sure Mr Wesker's return was interesting, so I hope it pleases! And also sorry if it's too long XD I'm near the end of this story now, so lots going to be happening - very... very... soon!
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