Chapter 11
"Revelations"
July 1st 1988
Looking from the writing in his journal to his watch, Brian sighed. It was 9:59, less than a minute until ten. He let his eyes wander across the dimly lit room to the female subject. She was awake and staring blankly at the ceiling. The door clanked and the sound of metal grinding on metal filled the room as Jay walked in. Brian checked his watch and saw the hands finish moving into their ten o'clock positions.
"Right on time," Brian stated.
Jay pulled a chair in from the hall and sat by his friend, letting the door close on it's own; "I try."
Getting up, Brian made his way over to his friend, then started running his hands down Jay's sides and over his chest.
Jay said nothing for a bit, but then told him, "Keep it up and I'm going to get turned on."
Once he was finished, Brian went back to his seat; "Sorry, but I can't take any chances."
"It's not every day I get frisked."
"I'll bet."
"Now, what do you have to tell me?"
Brian was quiet for a time as he looked at the female subject, then said; "It's not right. That's what I said to you all those years ago. If you've ever thought I was wrong, then the proof is lying on that bed right there."
Jay glanced at the female subject, but had to look away. The sight of her was too saddening.
"Umbrella imprisoned her here when she was 14. But you knew that. But what you don't know is that it's because of me that we're both here."
"What are you talking about, Brian?"
"I forged Umbrella's files and got us both transferred here. I did that, because I need your help. What Umbrella has done to her," Brian said, pointing at the female subject, "Was so wrong I couldn't stand it. So, ten years ago, I started to inject her with an experimental cure. Not just for the T-Virus, but for the Starter Virus that she was first injected with and subsequently, all other experimental viruses and drugs she was to be later injected with. Last night, I was working on an updated version of that cure."
The metal springs creaked when the female subject turned her head to look at the two men in her room.
"You know all of this is unbelievable," Jay said after a time, "If I'm gonna believe you, you'll have to prove it to me."
"How?"
"There's a girl here, her name's Kate. She was brought here as a test subject. I've taken quite a liking to her," Jay told him, "If you can get us transferred here, can you transfer her out of here?"
Brian smiled, "I'll do you one better. She'll have an apartment, car, and a job in town before the week is out. And you'll have a pass to see her every weekend guaranteed." His smile turned into a sly grin, "Don't you just love those new computers?"
Jay looked amazed, "Brian, if you can do that, I'll suck your dick."
"I'll assume you're joking about that."
"Yeah, I don't suck dick for anything or anyone," Jay told him, "But just one thing, why do you need my help?"
"If worse comes to worse, I'll need your help. I can't say anymore than that, except that it probably won't come to that."
A loud racket sounded from outside along with the steady EEK-CREEK of a badly oiled wheel on a dolly-cart and Jay wondered asked to himself, "What's going on?"
"Must be the package from Europe," Brian answered, "I put it in Wesker's head to get a sample of the Nemesis Prototype. I thought it might help me out."
Jay nodded and headed out of the room to help with the package.
Brian was about to leave as well, but stopped when he saw the female subject watching him.
"Only a while longer," he told her and left the room.
Deciding to let the candle burn out, Brian got up and hurried from the small room. The female subject watched him go, and the last thing she saw before the candle's flame flickered and died, was the glint of a stainless steel ring resting on the middle finger of her left hand.