Author's Note: Hiya. These separate scenarios are getting harder and harder to do. I'm going to introduce a familiar character in this chapter, but she won't play a big role (unless you want her to o_o) I'm going to have to start combining scenarios somehow, or I'll go insane! Anyway, this chapter deals with more Cornelius fun! Enjoy!

"This is your mansion?!" Steve exclaimed. Cornelius didn't say anything. Instead, he turned his back to Steve and began to play again. Steve felt frustrated. Was this guy insane or just stupid? Didn't he realize this place was crawling with monsters?

"Hey! Answer me!" Steve exclaimed. Cornelius ignored him and continue playing the piano. This time, the song sounded more dramatic rather than melancholy. It seemed that Cornelius was finished talking to him, but Steve wasn't. Steve roughly grabbed Cornelius's shoulder. A sharp pain flowed through Steve's hand almost instantly. Steve cried out in pain and pulled his hand away. To his surprise, he saw his hand was bleeding and that Cornelius was glaring at him. His fingertips were covered in Steve's blood.

"Don't ever interrupt me," Cornelius hissed. Cornelius raised his hand to his mouth, and to Steve's disgust, began licking the blood off his fingers. He looked liked he was enjoying it.

"You're not like other people. You know that, right?" Cornelius said. He waited for Steve to answer. Steve didn't know what was so different about him that would make Cornelius say that.

'Unless he means the virus, but what's the big deal about that?' Steve thought. He noticed Cornelius was beginning to get annoyed by the silence between them.

"What are you talking about?" Steve asked. He expected Cornelius to snap at him, but instead he just smiled.

"You're a lot stronger than you think. I can tell," Cornelius explained, "I like that about you. I despise weak people," Cornelius's voice filled with venom at the last sentence. Steve hesitated to answer.

"What do you want with me?" he asked.

"Nothing. Although, I would like a favor later on in the future," Cornelius smiled. Steve shuddered at the thought of what kind of favor Cornelius would want from him. Whatever it was, Steve doubted it would be a simple favor.

"Do you know a way out? There's monsters everywhere..." Steve said.

"I know. Go back the way you came and inspect the maggot-infested door again. I think that'll point you in the right direction," Cornelius said. Steve nodded, but he wasn't sure if he could trust Cornelius.

'How does he seem to know everything I do?' Steve wondered.

"Now go. I want to be alone," Cornelius said. Steve was more than happy to leave and get away from this creepy man. As Steve closed the door, the sound of a piano playing filled the mansion once again.

The door was still covered in maggots. Steve didn't know how this door was going to help him. It was locked.

'Unless I sit here and wait for the maggots to devour the door, I'm not going anywhere. Maybe if I blast the door with the shotgun...,' Steve thought. He didn't know what Cornelius meant by inspecting the door again.

What could I have missed?

Then he saw it. A key was imbedded in a single, wriggling maggot. Without thinking, he lunged for it and grabbed the maggot off the door before it disappeared into one of the holes. He yanked the key out of the maggot and it easily came out, along with some green ooze from inside the maggot. Steve quickly dropped the maggot. It squirmed helplessly on the ground as its insides spilled out from the large tear on its body. After a few minutes, it stopped moving.

"Yuck," Steve muttered. His hand and the key was covered in slime. He tried to wipe the slime off using the wall, making a mental note to wash his hands when he found a restroom. He looked at the cut on his hand.

'What the...?' The cut was healed. Cornelius had sliced his hand pretty badly, yet he could barely tell. The was no blood, no scar...No normal person should heal that quickly.

'Is that what Cornelius meant by I'm not like normal people?' Steve asked himself. He shook his head. He didn't have time to think about it.

Steve brushed a few maggots off the door and quickly unlocked it. He opened the door and walked through, trying to ignoring the crunching sound under his boots.

"Miss Ada?" a quiet voice asked. Ada Wong looked up from her paperwork to see Cheryl Higgins looking at her.

"Yes?" Ada asked calmly. Cheryl handed her a paper with an address on it.

"Mister Wesker wanted some people to go capture a little girl named Sherry Birkin and bring her back here. I was hoping you and some other men would be able to do it," Cheryl quickly explained. Ada frowned as she read the address.

"Fine," she said.

"Thank you," Cheryl said. She hurried off, probably to get back to her own work. Ada sat quietly in her chair, reading the address over and over. Her job was to go get Sherry Birkin, the same little girl they had brought in before. Ada knew exactly what they would do to her if she was caught again.

Ada felt a little fond of the girl. She had stopped by where she was being held and talked with her from time to time. They would talk about all kinds of things, and once Sherry began to trust her, she told her a lot about herself. Sherry's health worsened every time she visited, but Sherry always had a smile for her. She told Ada she was "a lot nicer than those other people that visited her."

As time passed, Ada wasn't allowed to see her anymore. The only people that could see Sherry were the doctors and scientists, or Wesker. Ada assumed that the little girl was dying, or maybe worse.

Then Leon came to rescue little Sherry. It surprised Ada that he had some connection to Sherry, and that he had came here of all places. Of course, she didn't meet him face-to-face during his rescue mission. She wanted to, but she didn't have the nerve to see or talk to him just yet. Ada Wong would have to stay dead a little longer...

'So what are you going to do?' Ada asked herself. If she went and captured Sherry, she'd be putting the little girl through all that pain again, and that would also mean she and Leon wouldn't be friends the next time they met. If she didn't, she'd have to deal with Wesker, and that was never a good thing.

"Hey, Ada, what's that you've got?" A voice interrupted her. Ada looked up to see a young man-one of her co-workers. She had to make a decision...

'No, I can't. If Wesker wants someone to capture Sherry, he'll have to find someone else.'

Ada smiled and crumpled the paper in her hand.

"Trash," she answered simply.