Part 3. Seeing Elias Accompanied by Growing Pains
No police unit was ever dispatched to their mansion, much to Oswell's relief. There were rumors in the papers that Spencer's location had been found. Albert investigated the matter further suggesting that to be the best course of action to Oswell who reluctantly agreed. It seemed as though none of the locals had known of their new location which now resided on the outskirts of Ohio. The nearest house was less than five miles away. Not too close not too far, just the way Oswell wanted things to be. He didn't care for the local authorities suspicions to be raised again. He already had to maintain a low profile the way things were currently going.
Of course now everyone knew what Umbrella actually had been doing in secret along with what the company stood for. Thanks to the efforts of the S.T.A.R.S. task force all of their biological research had been exposed only a month before. If Oswell was good for anything it was knowing how to survive, no matter the odds. As for Marcus and Edward, the men smartly followed suit, having their own clones created in order to mask their deaths. Oswell did this first then the others mimicked his actions, altering certain facial features in order to maintain secrecy, taking a step further when deciding to have their consciousness transferred into another body, very well knowing the potential risks involved since there were still trial runs currently being conducted of this risky process. None wished for their true identity to be revealed agreeing that any potential risks were worth it.
All changed their hair and eye color even going so far as to alter jaw, nose and cheek bone structure with each individual clone. Oswell's had a more rugged appearance, Marcus's an angelic one almost appearing feminine and Edward's bore a striking resemblance to a sculpted statue exhibiting near flawless features. If anything none of the men were getting caught anytime soon since the general public thought them to be dead. Marcus himself wished for his original self to be disposed of years prior since, and in his own words, "he was a mere shell of what once had been great". This would be the man's second transfer. Their business continued with foreign countries and even a couple of companies in the states. The only difference had been the change of their own company name; that along with the fact they now masked their companies research by selling insurance. It changed from "Umbrella Incorporated" to just "Shield" which didn't sound all that similar or too cheesy...At least not to the three founding members.
Wynnie of course remained oblivious to this fact along with her soon-to-be discovered family member whom she would encounter in less than 24 hours. Blind to this for the time being she remained her usual happy self, beaming with joy as she and Al met back up with Frankie and Heath who now dwelt in the piano room. It seemed that Frankie used to play piano and now tried to gradually regain his lost skills. Somehow, he made slow and steady progress each time he played.
"I hear music Al. They must be in that piano room."
He smirked, following the little princess.
"As you wish, Princess Wynnie. We shall enter into their liar. Ah and before we do so, I ask that we address each other by our proper names."
"Oh, all right Al. That's okay. So you mean that you don't mind us calling each other play names but only when we're in private?"
"Correct."
"Gotcha!"
And with that, the two entered the room, Wynnie running over to Frankie.
"Hi Frankie! Sounds like you're playing "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star". You're getting better at playing that from last time buddy."
She gave a big smile while hugging him as he surprisingly patted her back in return. A look of shock painted Heath's face while Al raised his brow in surprise.
"I'll have to report these findings to Oswell immediately. This recent exhibition of skill is astounding."
He quietly spoke into his earpiece as Wynnie hugged her buddy and sang softly while he played. This seemed to help him improve even faster. When she finished singing the song several times, Frankie had played nearly every note correctly. They heard the main doors open three sets of footsteps coming their way. Oswell and two bodyguards entered the room, his face instantly lighting up upon seeing hers. He hurried over to Wynnie wrapping the little one tightly in a warm embrace covering her face with kisses. She squealed out of delight, giving a firm hug back.
"How's my favorite sweet girl, hmm?"
He tickled her while asking this, nuzzling against her neck as she giggled.
"Daddy! You know I'm...haha...tickled easily!"
"Aww, will you be good for Daddy tonight and go straight to bed after our bedtime story? If you say yes then I'll stop tickling!"
He paused momentarily awaiting an answer. His expression looked playfully stern as she gave a pouting face, whining for him to allow "rocking time". Her lower lip puckered while trying to convince him to allow this again.
"But-But Daddy! I wanna be rocked again! Pleeeaasse! I miss you doing that for me!"
"Now now, let's not start this again, Wynnie. I'll tell you what, Daddy will make a deal with his sweet girl. We'll try something different tonight. If this helps you sleep then we can administer this technique each night. If it doesn't then we can do something different. Do we have a deal?"
"Yeah, okay Daddy."
She hung her little head low in defeat as he placed her back onto the ground, turning his attention towards Frankie.
"I heard your musical skills were improving, Mr. Stevens. I hope this means your memory is as well."
Frankie nodded, playing once more. Wynnie sang along a couple of times the short session concluding when he finished and stood. He left the room for whatever reason. It almost looked like he was covering his face to hide tears. Wynnie ran after him yelling "Wait Frankie! You were good! What's wrong?!"
The others followed, sighing out of frustration. Somehow the man managed to make his way close to where Elias was being contained. The men were surprised how quickly those two could run, lagging behind themselves. Wynnie kept calling for him running down twisting corridors and stairs, nearly to a lab. She found him outside of a metal door pulling furiously on its handle only to find it locked.
"Nooot faaiirrr!!! Opuuunnn!"
He growled, trying in vain to open the tightly locked door. Wynnie ran right into him as the now crying man faced her sliding down the door, allowing the little girl to hug him. She got in between his legs holding him warmly.
"Frankie? What's wrong? What's not fair?"
He felt frustrated because he wanted to tell her but he couldn't...At least not completely. He could however hint at what he meant, hoping she caught on before the others came.
"Elliiaaass...Theeerree."
He sobbed out in near hysterics at this point.
"Frankie, someone named Elias is in there? Do we know him buddy?"
He sobbed even harder, forcing out his next words.
"Yoouuu...brroojjjer."
"Huh? Broojjer?"
A look of utter confusion spread across her face until quickly clearing, replaced with frustration upon understanding what her friend meant.
"My brother? Is he my brother you mean? How did you know him?"
"Uuhhhh...I washed him."
"You "watched" him?"
He sobbed even harder, holding tightly onto her, not wanting to let go, somehow wanting to take her and the boy far away from this hell.
"Oh, when you were still human...It's okay Frankie, it'll get better soon. You'll be back to your usual self. Sometimes I have dreams too..."
He shook his head furiously, pointing to the door.
"Hhheee's inn theerre."
Just then the others caught up to them, Oswell snatching her away.
"Wait Daddy, show me what's behind this door. Frankie told me that someone named Elias was and he was my brother. I want to know if he just dreamed that and it was a memory or if there really is a little boy in there. Show me, please. I promise I'll be good for you if you do."
He gave out a long sigh in response, unlocking the door much to everyone's surprise. Frankie stood, moving out of the way as quickly as possible. He followed them into the lab as Oswell briefly explained the situation to Wynnie before stopping at another room, except this room resembled a small apartment.
"There is a boy living in there who is similar to Frankie. Frankie must have became overwhelmed after playing the song several times due to that particular action reminding him of when he used to briefly care for Elias, you're brother. He used to be human but had been exposed to both the Progenitor and T virus. Now, we are helping to make him feel better with the control compound. The base to this medicine came from you, me and Albert don't you remember? You helped all of these people feel better too! Isn't that incredible, sweetie?"
"But why couldn't he spend time with me too?"
She glanced into the room at a figure laying down on a bed, appearing to sleep.
"Because at the moment, Elias is sick and doesn't feel well. He is recovering from having been ill from the virus but this is happening at a slower rate...well...a much slower rate than we all anticipated. His treatment began a month ago along with the others who didn't successfully bond with both the Progenitor and T virus...Which had of course been when you helped us make our new medicine. We had to put you to sleep for a little while and take one of your eggs along with part of your sex chromosome, remember sweetie? Do you understand what Daddy is telling you?"
She tilted her head curiously, saying "I think so...Can you tell it to me like a story tonight Daddy?"
"Oh yes dear, Daddy will. Albert will come with me to help explain what happened if need be. Do you think you're ready to hear about the process? I know you were scared after waking up right after we finished."
"Yeah but you were there to help me feel better. So I have to wait to see him until he gets better?"
Oswell nodded, peering into the room himself.
"That's correct sweetie. He's been with us for as long as you have. However, that little boy poked his nose where it didn't belong. He made himself sick by drinking a small sample of the Progenitor virus. He became sad before doing this and afterwards too. He couldn't move past the death of his parents and wanted to join them in heaven. Unfortunately, the child is mentally sick as well...But surely in time, he will get better. His condition will improve and you two will be able to play with each other once more. It's my full intention to introduce you two to each other once again as soon as he becomes well enough."
He rubbed her back soothingly, returning her to his room this time. Heath and Frankie returned to their own rooms along with the body guards. All four had been awake for nearly two days. Albert had no idea when he even slept last. He wondered if the monster slept at all. He waited on Spencer to open his bedroom door already, scowling at the man behind his back for taking so long, going so far as to silently curse him. He hummed lowly into Wynnie's ear, singing soft melodies until opening the door at last after nearly a minute. Gently he lied her onto his bed, stroking soft hair, laying beside her. Albert sat on the other side nearest to the door at the bed's end.
"You sleep much better in Daddy's bed, don't you sweetie? You'll be staying here much more often when you grow up do you know that?"
He continued humming "Hush Little Baby" to her when she spoke. He always sang "Daddy" in place of "Mommy" when those parts popped up since she didn't exactly have a mother any longer.
"Dad, why don't I have my second mommy? I mean, you're my second Daddy. Why isn't she here too?"
He paused at this unexpected question, contemplating a reasonable response. It wasn't exactly a lie.
"Daddy is waiting, sweetie. He's waiting on a Mommy for his future children. He wants to have children of his own who are blood. Your Uncle Albert is my child in a sense but we're not blood related. I adopted him just as I had you. Do you understand?"
She nodded her head, running a little hand through his hair. He smiled warmly, something that the man didn't do all that often anymore. His hold tightened around as he kissed both cheeks making Wynnie blush.
"Daddy, will you wrestle with me when I'm old enough?"
He gave a loud chuckle at this wondering where or who she got this idea from. A look of guilt left Albert's face just as quickly as it came, Oswell remaining oblivious to this.
"Why in the world would you ask such a silly question?"
"Well, if you ever get real lonely and need more alone time with a woman then you can do that with me when I'm old enough because that's what men do with women when they get too lonely, right?"
He stared down at the little one dubiously, shaking his head.
"Who planted this seed into your mind? Tell the truth or you'll bring out the tickle monster again."
His hands resembled claws when he curled his fingers growling lowly while hovering over her.
"All right...I talked with Al earlier when we were playing and he told me that's what he does with women when he gets lonely. He said it makes him happier and I think playing with me makes him feel that good way too."
He casted a frigid glance Albert's way, stating coldly "Does it now?". The man's face remained expressionless, unreadable as Oswell changed the subject quickly, asking if she still wanted to learn about the process of her egg and chromosome extraction. She nodded quickly as he explained this to her in a way a child could understand.
"You know how chickens have eggs, right? Well women do also. The main difference is that in human women, the eggs stay inside of them and help make babies. One day, a baby will be growing inside of you, little one. A man will help the baby grow with something inside of him called "sperm". It's necessary for a baby to be created...I do believe your husband would find it pleasing if you called that his "nectar".
Anyhow, Daddy and your Uncle Marcus firstly removed an egg from your body. We cut you open quickly but it didn't last long at all. We used small scissor-like tools to extract both your egg then secondly part of your sex chromosome. That's near your eggs...Right...Down...Here!"
He playfully trailed his finger down from her lips all the way below her belly button, tickling until she asked him to stop. She rolled around with him now on top, somehow winding up in between her legs. She felt a bulge which he quickly removed, sitting up and covering himself as well as her.
"All right then sweetie, I'll take your outfit off along with my own suit. Both myself along with Uncle Al will be here with you when you wake since that story may have been a little scary."
"But what was that hard thing against my...against down there?"
"Your private parts?"
"Yeah."
Oswell cleared his throat, swiftly removing her bibs and sneakers then his own suit. He threw them carelessly beside the bed, laying on his back.
"Daddy got too excited while being near you. That's a natural reaction since you and I are apart of each other now. Daddy told you that after the medicine had been created it was administered directly inside of our three bodies...Near our private places...Just below the navel."
He placed his hand there, stroking the smooth skin imaging their life together when she would mother his many children.
"Wynnie, I want many children. Do you think you could help me with this when you feel ready? Daddy will wait as long as it takes."
A soft little "yes" came from below the covers as she hugged affectionately. He placed a small stuffed Winnie the Pooh bear in between them as he hummed the theme song while stroking her back, motioning for Albert to climb in behind her. He took everything save for his underwear off just as Oswell had, hugging her as well. All fell asleep fast that night, safe and warm in each others arms.
The seasons came and went in a blurred whirlwind, seeming to blend together one after the other. Wynnie visited Elias from time to time. The boy talked with her little by little trusting the girl gradually just as Frankie had. Both seemed almost human by the time she grew into a young woman. Still she enjoyed playing out in the garden, going on camping trips from time to time and just watching movies with the others; still unknowing just how much they kept taking from her while slumbering, how they continuously improved the effectiveness of their "control compound". How the three main founders would one day use her and perhaps others like her for their own personal needs.
Their main goal currently was to teach her, as well as other future employees, both academic and physical lessons- sometimes musical ones also- but each time they became shorter due to her ever growing libido. In fact, the young lady could hardly contain herself while listening to Dr. Marcus on one sunny warm Autumn day...
~Just to clear any confusion up, not EVERYONE likes the main character. Nor is she overpowered. She has flaws, strengths and weaknesses just like any other character in any story, movie or whatever else have you. Also, she's grown up with these people and strong bonds have been formed, which often happens. As you continue reading this story's first segment, this will gradually become more and more obvious.
In regards to the story itself, events, living characters and timelines will possibly be changed since this is an original fanfic. If you want to read an unoriginal fanfic which is the complete opposite and only coincides with the game series timeline/events and doesn't have a main character which can effect this, then go ahead. I'm not stopping you. All I ask is that constructive, kind feedback is given and please, don't assume because we all know where that gets us. If you have any criticisms keep them to yourself.~