Disclaimer: Silver Scythe and Silver Scorpion are mine, and Resident Evil is property of Capcom in every legal aspect (I hope). So in other words, you can't sue me.
Umbrella H.Q.
Victoria Fallon watched as Scott Moore entered the room. Moore headed the N.V.B.W.P.(Non-Viral Bio-Weapon Production) branch of Umbrella, and was a fanatic about his work. She remembered how he almost got fired because of the nasty divorce with his wife. She complained about him working too much. Moore was a small man, with broad-rimmed glasses and greasy hair, a calculator in his lab coat. He always mumbled to people when he talked something he cared about, always wanting to keep it a secret. Another reason why he was almost fired. She detested his lack of vision for his numerous pet projects and even more numerous routine projects. Fallon herself headed the same acronym, just without the beginning 'N.' The power to spread your precious being everywhere with a simple bite, or soon, she thought, by breathing at all. It would be a pleasure to test the B-Virus out in whatever lab Umbrella built up next. Moore went to the head of the table and began the meeting. He got right to the point.
"People, the situation in the U.S. doesn't look good. Silver Scythe has gone Code MUSTANG and destroyed seven of the thirteen labs, which is faster than the predicted rate." Moore started.
"Silver Scorpion is well under control, but we need to take precaution when we're dealing with his-sensory equipment." What the hell does that mean? Victoria thought as Moore continued. She should have read that memo on Project Scorpion.
"...have not contacted yet, so battle data is not gained. Deal with extreme caution when trying to manipulate Scythe. His abilities seem to be exceeding his adaptation-O.R.G.P. Don't worry about Scorpion, he's dumb as a rock." he stopped for a moment, thinking about something.
"Just one more thing, people, before you go back." He turned to Victoria.
"I don't know how to break this to you, Vicky, but I've received orders from Garvin to terminate your position." This struck a sudden and heavy blow to Fallon. This had come out of the blue to her, as most people who worked at this sort of confidential position were fired only when they died of old age. What monumental mistake did she commit to deserve this demotion?
"What did I do?" was all she could say, barely even choking that out.
"Well, Garvin, myself, and the other division heads have been monitoring your progress with the T, G, and the developing B viruses." He leaned closer.
"You realize every single incident with these have failed."
Flustered, she forced out some small measure of a retort. "That's because Wesker and Irons screwed it all up!" Gaining more courage, she continued her rebuttal. "What about Nemesis? It was indestructible, the only thing that took it out was the nuke, and that happened because of Umbrella trying to cover it's own ass!" Wordlessly, Moore retrieved a video from his coat pocket and placed it in the TV for the room. It showed Nemesis getting blown away by Jill and her large cannon. Fallon grew even more flustered.
"I-I-didn't-I-" she stuttered.
"Didn't know. Nemesis was only able to spread the T-Virus, but if you had engineered him to spread his own bodily cells, that would have been an accomplishment. instead, you have this shriveled creature." Moore paused the screen of Jill pumping Magnum rounds into Nemesis, and pointed for some dramatic effect.
"My creatures cannot spread, but they are infinitely more powerful, and in most cases even smarter." Moore boasted.
"What about Silver Scythe? The perfect companion to Silver Scorpion? What happened to them? You scored really well with Garvin on that one, Scott." Fallon said, sarcasm dripping from her lips.
"They, as I've just explained in this meeting, are about to be taken care of." he said.
"But you, however, Garvin wanted something special prepared for you." he said, almost looking like he was about to laugh, and no one had ever seen Moore laugh. She wondered what would happen, and remembered what happened to the last person who had suddenly lost their confidential position.
They always were going on a plane trip, and then..."Oh my God, what are you going to do to me?" she said, fear apparent on her face.
"Oh! She thought we were going to hurt her!" he said, actually laughing. The other board members cringed back.
"No, we just want you to have a little fun. You know, have a good time and everything. I know he will. You should know him." he said, and the next thing she knew, blackness.
Fallon woke up with a scream, and found herself in a large, blindingly white room. She was on a bed, and there was nothing in the room save the bed. The past events came to her. When she remembered the last sentence, she felt a shiver crawl up her spine. Suddenly a door slid open in front of her, and the figure made her clench the bed until her knuckles were white.
Nemesis.
It looked like it was grinning, and as it advanced on her shivering body she heard Nemesis mutter "...Fallon." She knew then that Moore had made another Nemesis, this time with the intentions to kill her instead of all the S.T.A.R.S. members.
Nemesis reached Fallon.
"Please, don't hurt me." she whispered as it reached out for her. Waiting for the death blow, she clenched her eyes.
Nothing came.
She opened up her eyes, and Nemesis seemed to be fondling her hair, almost caressing it. Then, abruptly, the hand reached back, and a tentacle slithered out of the hand. She saw it was the right arm, and the tentacle was peach, which made her get off the bed and start running to the closing sliding door.
The peach tentacle was Nemesis's reproductive organ, saved for especially painful occasions or when Nemesis deemed it necessary.
Nemesis eventually caught up to Fallon, and she started to scream. Moore watched with a sick pleasure as Fallon screamed the whole time.
"I wonder if she'll survive?" he asked his associate.
"I don't know, but I'm sure the baby will have a violent disposition." they both laughed as Victoria Fallon was forced to the floor, her clothes ripped to shreds.
Fallon was the last step before Scythe, and Project Scorpion by itself would be better than with Scythe anyway. Moore grinned even wider as he laughed. Fallon hated him anyway, she deserved this.