Finally, I've done it, I wrote the first chapter of my new story. I even got a plan going. I'm not sure how everything is gonna end, but anyway, at least I got something started.

First off, I wanna warn everybody that I'm not an anglophone, English is my second language, I've been talking English for only 6 years now and that is cause my boyfriend didn't speak one work of my language when I met him. (Well, maybe except for "cliché", "déjà vu" and "ménage à trois"! XD) So bear with me if the level of English of my story isn't the greatest and if it could be written in 10 better ways.

Also, I had to use some biology knowledge in this story, but the problem is, I only had two classes of biology in college and I was terrible at it. So to anyone that does have biology knowledge and read that story : I'm sorry! XD

This is merely a sappy/fluffy love story with lemon revolving around the two main characters. That's it: no action, no other important characters, nada. So if you don't like that kind of story, I can promise you, that isn't for you.

Well, I'll shut up for the moment and let you guys read it. Enjoy! (Or not… XD)

Image for the story created with XNALARA. Credits for models used : Wesker made by James T Havoc, girl model made by cunihinx (both found on DeviantArt).

Day 5

Albert Wesker wandered slowly in the corridor of the HFC headquarter, his mind occupied on several biochemistry articles. All these articles had one single author: Dr. Emily Reynolds. The kid was a real genius; for a 26 years old woman, her career was extremely impressive. Already owner of a few post-doctorates, responsible for several subjects of research and a highly valued teacher in a renowned University. The perfect candidate to attract the attention of a pharmaceutical company that got their hands dirty with research on bioweapons. Her latest research had particularly attracted the attention of Wesker. She could be the key to bring the T-veronica virus to a new level. Alexia was truly a genius, but unfortunately, it also seemed she was the only one capable of controlling the virus… The only achievement they had accomplished in the last three months was to extract the virus from Steve's body. Other than this single exploit, everything else had ended up in a failure.

Unfortunately, Dr. Reynolds had a ridiculous high sense of morality. The several grease payments they had tried to push on her had never convinced her to work for the company. They eventually resorted to blackmailing her, but without much success. She had no family left, no husband nor boyfriend and only a handful of friends; it was rather hard to blackmail the woman without any substantial leverage.

Wesker finally reached the room that contained what had held his interest for the last few weeks. He stopped himself in front of the door, wanting to be briefed quickly before joining in the play. He turned to one of his subordinates, conscious of the man's terrorized look.

"Do we have any progress? Has she finally started working?" he questioned him, his voice cool and steady.

The guy seemed nervous, apprehending his superior's reactions.

"No sir, she is still refusing to work. Tom and Garry have been threatening her for several days; she was even beaten several times... We also stopped feeding her, but nothing will work... Her determination seems unfaltering, sir."

Wesker sighed. Convincing his employer of the need of Dr. Reynolds had not been an easy task; her abduction was risky and too many resources had already been wasted on this whole affair. His reputation was on the line, this operation could not fail. He would have to fix the situation by himself.

As he was about to open the door to the laboratory, an idea crossed his mind. His body relaxed and an evil smile formed on his usually placid features.

She will be eating out of his hand in no time.

Emily Reynolds was lying on the bed of her cell. Her entire body was covered by bruises and lacerations; she stirred uncomfortably trying to find a comfortable position but to no avail; excruciating pain was sent through her entire body every time she dared to brush against the bruises. She had cried herself dry, and strangely enough, even though the last five days had been filled with never-ending sessions of sobbing, there was always some tears left to get out.

She stared at the food lying on the floor: a tuna sandwich and a bottle of water. Although she was horribly hungry, she just could not bring herself to eat.

What a pitiful life she was now forced to endure. Kidnapped in her own house to be brought here and beaten violently… If only she had been out on that Monday night they had knocked at her door. But then, they would have just showed up the day after… She could have tried to escape, to alert someone… But they had said if she screamed or let anyone know they were taking her against her will, they would kill them. She was terrorized by the idea of being responsible for someone else's death to save her own life…

Of course, if she accepted to do what they asked of her, it would be less painful, but she just could not convince herself to do it. This virus they wanted her to work on, she knew exactly what it would be used for: bioweapons. Why else would they want her to work on a virus? They certainly did not kidnap people to make them work on a cure… She just could not do it; it was against all of her values. She possessed such great knowledge, and now she was reduced to enrich a company in creating dangerous weapons that could kill thousands of people…

She had been provided with food, with a bed and with some of her clothes they had grabbed while kidnapping her. Even her cell was relatively decent: she had a toilet and a shower hid by half a wall. But she had nothing to entertain herself with, not that she had time for such a luxury; she spent her entire days getting beaten by the guards…

Even if her head was going to explode from all the crying, she felt a new torrent of tears coming… She felt so miserable… Miserable…