Thank you Shakahnna for your kind words, I hope the rest doesn't disappoint
you too much. I was feeling a little down for a while but it's nice to know
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By the time Wesker walked through the door to her cell Isabel had begun pacing, it was a habit she had since she was twelve. When ever she was nervous or particularly upset she paced. Isabel wasn't aware that she did it and it tended to make those around her nervous. When Wesker walked in she froze mid stride and stared at him.
"I told you I would see you in a couple of days. Now we can take care of this little matter." He stated walking towards her.
"I've already told you all I know." Isabel replied her green eyes blazing with anger. Somewhere between being led from the infirmary and Wesker walking through the door something had snapped inside her.
"I'm afraid my employers don't believe you."
"They can go to hell and so can you," Isabel said.
"Now Miss Landen, there's no need for that language." He stated, like a teacher chiding a child.
"We are just going to have a friendly conversation. If you would just tell us where your father, is this can all be over."
"I'm so tired of this shit. I've told you the truth if you don't believe me then fuck you," Isabel spat.
She usually didn't curse, but had finally been pushed to her limits. Isabel knew she wasn't getting out of here and had nothing to loose.
"Like I said before, there is no need for that language."
Wesker knew he had pushed Isabel as far as she would let him. Her attitude did change things he would have to try a different tactic. Not responding to being reasoned with, Wesker would have to show Miss Landen what he could really do.
Wesker was re-evaluating the situation. Isabel could tell he was figuring out how to deal with her sudden change in personality. Would he go back to bullying her, she wondered. Maybe if she pushed Wesker more he would just end it, but Isabel didn't think so. He much was too in control of himself. Isabel knew she wasn't going to back down anymore, but that was all she knew.
"Fuck you," was all she said arranging her face in an emotionless mask.
Isabel couldn't hide the fire in her emerald eyes though.
"By pushing me do you think I'll just kill you," he asked taking a step toward her.
"I won't." He took another step.
"There are so many ways I could inflict pain upon you before you actually die." Now he was right in front of her.
"You're a bastard," Isabel stated looking directly where his eyes would be through the sunglasses.
Wesker was tired of this conversation, it was time to show her who was in charge. As his fingers closed around her upper left arm, Isabel did something that took him and her by surprise. She brought up her right hand and hit him across the face, sending his sunglasses flying across the room. It hadn't been a slap, but it hadn't been a punch either. Isabel had balled up her hand and swung. She had never hit anyone before, but it had been sufficient enough, she guessed because there was a nice red spot on Wesker's face where she had made contact. Being able to release some of her anger made Isabel feel better, until she saw the expression on his face.
Wesker wasn't sure who he was angrier at, Isabel for her actions or himself for being taken off guard. He should have known better, he knew she was agitated but hadn't thought she would strike out. Isabel's face was just as emotionless as before, but again her eyes gave her away. Wesker could see her own shock at what she had done, but there was also fear in them. He knew Isabel was afraid of how he would retaliate.
"Do your worst," she said hiding it well.
Wesker let go of Isabel's arm and before she could blink grabbed her by the throat.
"I don't frighten you?" He said his face inches from hers his voice far to quiet.
"No." Isabel gasped.
"Lair, I can see it in your eyes. You're terrified of me." Wesker replied with a smirk.
"Yes." Isabel answered truthfully, not breaking eye contact. Her honesty took him by surprise.
Isabel then did the first thing that came to mind. She caressed the side of Wesker's face with her hand. Isabel wasn't sure what she was doing or why she was doing it, instinct seemed to take over. There was something about him, she couldn't grasp what it was but Isabel knew it was buried deep under his emotionless exterior.
In reaction to Isabel's caress Wesker loosened his grip on her throat for an instant. Catching himself Wesker tightened his grip again, angry she would touch him in such a manner and that he had reacted as he had.
"You're going to have to kill me, because I don't..."
Isabel was cut off as Wesker's lips claimed hers in an angry kiss. As she met that with her own tenderness, it began to change until Wesker matched her tenderness with his own. All rational thought seemed to leave both of them as he began to undress Isabel.
Albert Wesker was annoyed at the entire situation. He wasn't in control of himself or what had happened and he didn't like not being in control. Looking down at Isabel lying asleep on the bed, if that was what you could call it, he started to get dressed. As Wesker was tying his boots, he heard Isabel stir beside him. He looked down to see she had her eyes open and a slight smile on her lips. Wesker found himself even more annoyed at this because he wanted to smile back at her. Wesker did the only thing he knew how to do, he attacked first.
"So is this where you ask me to let you go," he asked with a scowl.
Isabel's smile faded almost instantly.
"No, is that what you think, that I sold my body to you
so you would get me out?"
As Isabel said this she rolled over to face the wall trying with all her might not to cry. All she could think was what if that's the truth, what if I did expect that. Isabel felt Wesker's weight on the bed, as he placed his hands on her bare shoulders and turned her to face him. Wesker found himself doing something so out of character he wasn't sure where it came from. He tried to comfort her.
"No I don't think that," he said.
The disbelieving look Isabel gave him said that she wasn't buying it.
"I don't believe that." He said again.
In the end it was the truth. He didn't believe she used her body that way Isabel was a far too straight forward person to do such a thing. He was, however, at a loss about what had happened and suspected she was too. Isabel must have been attracted to him and Wesker had to admit she had intrigued him since the first time she'd stood up to him. It may have been a way to protect herself from what she was sure he was about to do, but he doubted that almost as much as Isabel using sex as a way to get out. She was a fighter and after last night he knew she also had a temper. It had almost gotten her into serious trouble. It was also disconcerting to Wesker that he had let it happen. He wasn't a man given to act on his desires except the ones to kill what ever got in his way. Wesker made the decision that from now on questioning would be done with more people around and with that he put the incident out of his mind.
Six weeks later
"Why don't you just tell us were your father is?" Wesker asked the same repetitive question.
Isabel didn't bother to reply, after the first few weeks of this she had begun to just sit through these sessions silently. Every time they questioned her they wanted to know the same thing and for three weeks Isabel gave the same replies. Still no one believed her and she knew they never would.
Albert had left her alone for nearly three weeks after they slept together. It had been as if he were afraid to be in the same room with her. He had made it clear to Isabel that he had been called away on a more important matter, but something told her that was a lie.
Isabel learned Wesker's full name the day he had resumed questioning her. One of the other men in the room, his last name had been Kelly, made the mistake of calling Wesker by his first name. Isabel knew that it had been a mistake to do so when Albert had broken the man's nose. He had casually walked over to where the other man was standing, next to the counter and grabbing Kelly by the back of the neck, Albert slammed his face into the metal counter top, knocking the man unconscious. While Kelly had lain on the floor Albert looked at the other people in the room and stated that no one had permission to address him in that manner and that he would not tolerate insubordination. Isabel had begun to think of him as Albert anyway, though she never called him by either name.
"Why don't we just drug her," One of the men in a lab coat said, breaking Isabel's train of thought, his last name was Scotts.
Isabel had been able to make that out from his badge. All of the people around the place seemed to dress in the same attire, white shirts, black ties, and gray or black pants, with white lab coats displaying ID's on them. Scotts was a skinny man with a rat like appearance, long nose and beady eyes, his black hair was in dire need of a trim. Isabel didn't like any of them but this man made her skin crawl.
"We can't," Wesker replied. "The last time we tried she had a bad reaction."
"We can't risk it, if she does know where he is, she can't tell us if she's dead." The other scientist in the room spoke up, Harrison was his name.
He had a boy next store look, blonde hair and blue eyes. He didn't have an athletic build, but he wasn't rat-like either. Looks could definitely be deceiving. Hearing him talk about the experiments he'd been apart of Isabel knew he was just as bad as Scotts.
If they hadn't needed the information so bad, Isabel would have been dead eight weeks ago. Even so, they all knew her time was running out. If they hadn't broken her by now she wasn't going to break.
"Take 4264 back to her room." Wesker barked, pointing to the guard standing by the door of the interrogation room. As she left, Isabel heard the conversation continue.
"Well, how should we proceed? It's been two and a half months since she was brought here." Scotts said.
"We could let the little bitch spend a few hours alone with one of the guards, they have methods." Harrison brought up.
"They tried that at first. It didn't work that's why they brought me in." Wesker replied.
"If she doesn't know anything then she's useless," Stated Scotts.
"Not really, we always need new test subjects." Harrison finished.
Wesker knew it would come to this, he had known the minute there was no use for Isabel she would become an experiment.
Isabel looked at the door as it opened, Wesker was standing there with and empty syringe in his hand. As he walked towards her, she could tell he had something on his mind. As he allowed the door to close behind him he said,
"Please, sit down."
Aside from that, he didn't speak as he proceeded to take a blood sample. When he was finished he stood staring at her. He was a bit surprised when she reached up to take his sunglasses off. Isabel stared into his reddish- yellow eyes, with which she was now accustomed.
"What is it," she asked in a low voice
"It's been decided, they start experimentation on you as soon as the blood works back." He replied.
"Al-Alright." Isabel said holding back tears.
Wesker had expected her to cry, plead with him to free her, but he hadn't expected this. No pleas. No crying, Isabel just hung her head in acceptance of what was going to happen. It made him want to hold her, but he couldn't, it wouldn't do any good, her fate was sealed.
Three days later
"The blood work on 4264 is back," Scotts said walking into the lab.
"Good we can begin," Replied Harrison.
"Well, we found something." Scotts began.
Harrison took the clipboard from Scotts. As he read through the pages he looked up.
"Well this is interesting." Harrison replied.
"What's interesting?" A voice asked from behind him.
Looking up to see Wesker standing there, he handed him the clipboard. Wesker read through the report until he finished the last page.
"What do you propose," he said in the same neutral tone he used with everyone.
"I was thinking on a new set of experiments, not just the new virus," Harrison spoke up.
"Fine carry on then," Wesker replied.
As Wesker left the lab he took the corridor he knew so well, the corridor that led to Isabel's room. It took everything in him not to break into a run. Approaching her door he took a few deep breaths to calm himself. After a few seconds he entered the code that unlocked the door and walked in.
"Why didn't you tell me?" where the first words out of his mouth.
Isabel hadn't seen him this angry before and she knew that even under his cool demeanor he was angry.
"I didn't think it would matter," she replied not trying to lie anymore.
"I had a right to know." Wesker's voice got quieter, which Isabel knew he was getting angrier by the moment
"I-I didn't want you to think I was using it as a way to get out," she stammered.
At this he softened, walking over to where she was sitting on the cot and sat down next to her.
"You should have told me. It's my child too." Wesker said, his voice sounding tired.
"Would it have made a difference?" She asked in a wry voice.
"No." He said after a moment.
"You know it's weird, even though I know what's going to happen to me I've been thinking of names." Isabel said not looking at him.
Wesker felt as though someone had punched him in the stomach. He took off his sunglasses and looked Isabel in the eyes.
"I have to go. They will wonder were I've been. I'll be back tonight. Scotts and Harrison want Dr. Williams to examine you. They want to know exactly how far along you are before they decide what to do next." He said getting off the cot.
Wesker leaned over to kiss her quickly on the lips and went to leave. As he walked to the door, Isabel went to lie down on the bed again.
"Well little one." She said stroking her stomach. "At least your father knows about you."
As Wesker walked down the hallway it hit him he had kissed her, it had been so natural that he hadn't even thought about it until this moment.
Isabel woke with a start as the door to her room opened. Expecting to see Albert she was surprised to find it was Johnson, the guard who had been escorting her from her room to the lab. He was a big man, with brown eyes and hair cut into a military type style, cut close to the skin on the sides and very short on top all combed forward. He reminded Isabel of a bulldog. It was his massive chest. He seemed to be the type to lift weights.
"Dr. Wesker sent me to take you to the infirmary," he said with a knowing smile.
Isabel didn't like the idea of being examined by Dr. Williams. He was so full of himself and he gave her the creeps ever since she first met him. He hadn't cared that she had been beaten. What kind of a doctor was he anyway? Isabel didn't have a choice so she allowed Johnson to lead her down the long corridor to her appointment.
Isabel's exam took thirty minutes. Wesker knew this because he had kept a steady eye on his watch. He wasn't sure of what to do now. He had never planned on having children, he had never wanted them. Wesker wasn't sure he wanted one now but it was a little late for that. In any case a family could be a liability in his kind of work. Family tended to cloud the issues, thinking about them at the wrong time could get you killed. Wesker had to admit though there was something appealing about Isabel being pregnant, it marked her as his and he definitely liked that. He also knew there was no way he was going to let them experiment on his child. That meant that he was going to have to get Isabel out of this place. He had a day, two at the most. Wesker knew Harrison and Scotts would want to go over her exam results thoroughly before they proceeded.
He was interrupted from his train of thought by the phone ringing.
"Yes." Wesker answered.
"Her exam's finished. I'm sending her back to her room in a few minutes." It was Dr. Williams
"Fine I'll be there in a minute to discuss her results." Wesker said replacing the phone in the cradle.
As he picked up the papers he had been working on Wesker realized that he had only written three lines of his report on this new incident.
As Isabel stepped into her room she was a bit uneasy as Johnson followed her in. She knew her instincts were right when he spoke.
"I know what you and Dr. Wesker have been up to in here," he said with a smirk. "I thought since you were so willing, I'd show you what a real man could do."
Johnson never liked Wesker. He was always walking around like he was better than everyone else, always barking orders. The other scientist always showed him a bit of respect, but Wesker was different, Wesker was an asshole. So he thought he would show Miss Landen what a real man was like.
"No." was all Isabel could get out.
"Well I'm afraid you don't have choice." He said taking a step towards her.
Isabel backed up until her legs bumped the side of her bed. In three steps Johnson had her by the shoulders trying to kiss her. She struggled with all her might, but he was just too strong for her. I may not be able to stop you, you son of a bitch but I'm going to fight you all the way. Isabel thought still struggling.
"I think the lady said no." Came a quiet voice from behind them.
In an instant Wesker had the man by the throat he didn't have time to utter a word, before Wesker crushed his windpipe with one hand. All the guard could do was gasp for breath as he slowly suffocated. Wesker looked at Isabel expecting to see fear and disgust on her face. Instead she slowly walked over to him put her arms around his waist and buried her head in his chest. Wesker reflexively put his arms around Isabel as she silently cried.
"I'm sorry." she mumbled from his chest "I couldn't stop him."
"It wasn't your fault, he was a worthless animal." He replied lifting her chin with his hand, and brushing her tears away.
"We don't have much time." he said handing her the guard uniform he had brought with him. "Put this on."
As Isabel changed her clothes, Wesker dumped the guard's body on her bed and covered it. In a few minutes they were ready.
It was a good thing I walked in when I did, Wesker thought as they started down the hallway. He had been running late, it had taken him longer to disable the security cameras and dispose of the guard in the monitor room than he thought. To keep things under control as much as possible they changed shifts at different intervals through out the complex. Wesker knew the monitor room was always first to be relieved, that way they could keep an eye on all the other shift changes. It had been easy enough to take care of the guard. He had simply broken his neck, but it had taken time to by pass the alarms and stop the cameras from recording. Wesker hadn't turned them off. He thought it better to leave them on. Wesker knew that if someone checked in at the right moment they would see him leading Isabel along the corridors and they would be caught, but if all went well they would be out of the building in minutes. By allowing the cameras to run even though they weren't recording and leaving the guard propped up on the chair, to the casual observer everything would be fine. The guard would simply look asleep and the monitors still functioning should give them time, hopefully several hours. Wesker hadn't planned to move this fast but as he was discussing Isabel with the doctor He had found out some disturbing things.
He had walked into the infirmary to find Dr. Williams working on Isabel's chart.
"What kind of shape is she in?" He had asked.
"She's fine, in very good health." Dr. Williams had replied.
"She wouldn't divulge who the father is, but I can tell you she's about six weeks so that puts the conception right after she woke from her coma. It shouldn't be too hard to narrow down who was around her to find out the father. I don't know who the lucky man was, but I envy him, she's a very beautiful woman." The doctor stated
It had taken every bit of self restraint not to kill the man where he stood at that but Wesker hadn't.
"I'm going to have her brought in for more tests, before Scotts and Harrison get a hold of her. I'm sure if I offer to get her out of here she'll be willing to do anything. They can have her after I've had her, so to speak." The Dr. had finished in a conspiratorial tone, not knowing the danger he was in.
At this Wesker had taken Williams by surprise throwing him into the nearest wall with all his strength. Wesker heard the crack as his head made contact with the wall. As William's body slid down, left in its wake, was a trail of blood and brain matter. Wesker knew he was dead he didn't even have to check for a pulse. So he found himself in his current position again he wasn't in control and he didn't like it.
As they rounded the final corner of the corridor, Isabel saw the doors leading out of the complex and her heart began to beat faster. Almost there, she thought to herself. It was all she could do not to run for them. Almost like he sensed what she was thinking Wesker placed his hand on her shoulder. Slowing her pace and taking a deep breath to calm herself, Isabel noticed the cameras following them as they cautiously walked to the door. She wanted to ask Albert about them, but could tell he wasn't in the mood to answer questions.
When they got to the door Wesker imputed the code that would open it and as they slipped out into the night Isabel realized it was early fall, the chill in the air made her shiver slightly. With Wesker in the lead they walked across a large parking lot to the black jeep that awaited them. Even though it was night Isabel noticed that he made no move to take off his sunglasses.
"When we get to the gate do not look at the guards, and if by chance they speak to you answer with a yes or no sir." Wesker warned as they neared the checkpoint.
He doubted they would ask any questions they were at the end of their shift and just wanted to leave, the outside gate was always the last to be changed.
"Identification please." The guard stated.
As he checked Wesker's badge Isabel's already racing heart sped up further. It was beating so hard and fast that she was surprised that no one else could hear it. As the guard handed him his I.D. badge back, he glanced at Isabel as if he wanted to ask for her I.D. also, but since she was with Wesker he thought better of it. Turning back to his superior officer the young guard told Wesker to have a pleasant evening. Isabel hadn't realized she held her breath the whole time until they were a few yards away from the gate.
After driving for half an hour Isabel broke the silence.
"Albert, where are we going?"
She could see him tense, even in the dim light, his knuckles tightening on the steering wheel.
"I'm taking you to the people I betrayed at one time." He stated matter of factually.
At this Isabel reached over and put her hand on top of his, trying to ease some of the tension in him. She knew it worked when she felt his grip loosen a slightly.
"You said you were thinking of names, what have you come up with?" Wesker asked from out of the blue, after a few minutes.
"I-I was thinking Albert, for a boy." She replied.
Isabel surprised him yet again. This seemed to be the trademark of their relationship.
"But it could be a girl also." She continued "I haven't really gotten that far yet."
"Rosalie." Wesker replied.
It was Isabel's turn to be surprised, that he would offer a name and so quickly.
"That's a beautiful name." She said.
"It was my mother's."
As Wesker drove on he and Isabel settled into a comfortable silence, and before he knew it she was sound asleep. He knew they were making good time. It would be hours before anyone at HCF knew what had happened, that he had again betrayed the people he worked for, and who trusted him. Driving along, the wind blowing in the open driver's side window he thought of all the people he had betrayed. What was one more to a man like him? Looking at Isabel asleep next to him, so innocent he knew he had done the right thing this time. As she stirred he realized that she couldn't be comfortable, so he leaned over and reclined the seat. In a few more hours we'll be there. I wonder what our welcome will be like. He thought as he concentrated on the road before him.
By the time Wesker walked through the door to her cell Isabel had begun pacing, it was a habit she had since she was twelve. When ever she was nervous or particularly upset she paced. Isabel wasn't aware that she did it and it tended to make those around her nervous. When Wesker walked in she froze mid stride and stared at him.
"I told you I would see you in a couple of days. Now we can take care of this little matter." He stated walking towards her.
"I've already told you all I know." Isabel replied her green eyes blazing with anger. Somewhere between being led from the infirmary and Wesker walking through the door something had snapped inside her.
"I'm afraid my employers don't believe you."
"They can go to hell and so can you," Isabel said.
"Now Miss Landen, there's no need for that language." He stated, like a teacher chiding a child.
"We are just going to have a friendly conversation. If you would just tell us where your father, is this can all be over."
"I'm so tired of this shit. I've told you the truth if you don't believe me then fuck you," Isabel spat.
She usually didn't curse, but had finally been pushed to her limits. Isabel knew she wasn't getting out of here and had nothing to loose.
"Like I said before, there is no need for that language."
Wesker knew he had pushed Isabel as far as she would let him. Her attitude did change things he would have to try a different tactic. Not responding to being reasoned with, Wesker would have to show Miss Landen what he could really do.
Wesker was re-evaluating the situation. Isabel could tell he was figuring out how to deal with her sudden change in personality. Would he go back to bullying her, she wondered. Maybe if she pushed Wesker more he would just end it, but Isabel didn't think so. He much was too in control of himself. Isabel knew she wasn't going to back down anymore, but that was all she knew.
"Fuck you," was all she said arranging her face in an emotionless mask.
Isabel couldn't hide the fire in her emerald eyes though.
"By pushing me do you think I'll just kill you," he asked taking a step toward her.
"I won't." He took another step.
"There are so many ways I could inflict pain upon you before you actually die." Now he was right in front of her.
"You're a bastard," Isabel stated looking directly where his eyes would be through the sunglasses.
Wesker was tired of this conversation, it was time to show her who was in charge. As his fingers closed around her upper left arm, Isabel did something that took him and her by surprise. She brought up her right hand and hit him across the face, sending his sunglasses flying across the room. It hadn't been a slap, but it hadn't been a punch either. Isabel had balled up her hand and swung. She had never hit anyone before, but it had been sufficient enough, she guessed because there was a nice red spot on Wesker's face where she had made contact. Being able to release some of her anger made Isabel feel better, until she saw the expression on his face.
Wesker wasn't sure who he was angrier at, Isabel for her actions or himself for being taken off guard. He should have known better, he knew she was agitated but hadn't thought she would strike out. Isabel's face was just as emotionless as before, but again her eyes gave her away. Wesker could see her own shock at what she had done, but there was also fear in them. He knew Isabel was afraid of how he would retaliate.
"Do your worst," she said hiding it well.
Wesker let go of Isabel's arm and before she could blink grabbed her by the throat.
"I don't frighten you?" He said his face inches from hers his voice far to quiet.
"No." Isabel gasped.
"Lair, I can see it in your eyes. You're terrified of me." Wesker replied with a smirk.
"Yes." Isabel answered truthfully, not breaking eye contact. Her honesty took him by surprise.
Isabel then did the first thing that came to mind. She caressed the side of Wesker's face with her hand. Isabel wasn't sure what she was doing or why she was doing it, instinct seemed to take over. There was something about him, she couldn't grasp what it was but Isabel knew it was buried deep under his emotionless exterior.
In reaction to Isabel's caress Wesker loosened his grip on her throat for an instant. Catching himself Wesker tightened his grip again, angry she would touch him in such a manner and that he had reacted as he had.
"You're going to have to kill me, because I don't..."
Isabel was cut off as Wesker's lips claimed hers in an angry kiss. As she met that with her own tenderness, it began to change until Wesker matched her tenderness with his own. All rational thought seemed to leave both of them as he began to undress Isabel.
Albert Wesker was annoyed at the entire situation. He wasn't in control of himself or what had happened and he didn't like not being in control. Looking down at Isabel lying asleep on the bed, if that was what you could call it, he started to get dressed. As Wesker was tying his boots, he heard Isabel stir beside him. He looked down to see she had her eyes open and a slight smile on her lips. Wesker found himself even more annoyed at this because he wanted to smile back at her. Wesker did the only thing he knew how to do, he attacked first.
"So is this where you ask me to let you go," he asked with a scowl.
Isabel's smile faded almost instantly.
"No, is that what you think, that I sold my body to you
so you would get me out?"
As Isabel said this she rolled over to face the wall trying with all her might not to cry. All she could think was what if that's the truth, what if I did expect that. Isabel felt Wesker's weight on the bed, as he placed his hands on her bare shoulders and turned her to face him. Wesker found himself doing something so out of character he wasn't sure where it came from. He tried to comfort her.
"No I don't think that," he said.
The disbelieving look Isabel gave him said that she wasn't buying it.
"I don't believe that." He said again.
In the end it was the truth. He didn't believe she used her body that way Isabel was a far too straight forward person to do such a thing. He was, however, at a loss about what had happened and suspected she was too. Isabel must have been attracted to him and Wesker had to admit she had intrigued him since the first time she'd stood up to him. It may have been a way to protect herself from what she was sure he was about to do, but he doubted that almost as much as Isabel using sex as a way to get out. She was a fighter and after last night he knew she also had a temper. It had almost gotten her into serious trouble. It was also disconcerting to Wesker that he had let it happen. He wasn't a man given to act on his desires except the ones to kill what ever got in his way. Wesker made the decision that from now on questioning would be done with more people around and with that he put the incident out of his mind.
Six weeks later
"Why don't you just tell us were your father is?" Wesker asked the same repetitive question.
Isabel didn't bother to reply, after the first few weeks of this she had begun to just sit through these sessions silently. Every time they questioned her they wanted to know the same thing and for three weeks Isabel gave the same replies. Still no one believed her and she knew they never would.
Albert had left her alone for nearly three weeks after they slept together. It had been as if he were afraid to be in the same room with her. He had made it clear to Isabel that he had been called away on a more important matter, but something told her that was a lie.
Isabel learned Wesker's full name the day he had resumed questioning her. One of the other men in the room, his last name had been Kelly, made the mistake of calling Wesker by his first name. Isabel knew that it had been a mistake to do so when Albert had broken the man's nose. He had casually walked over to where the other man was standing, next to the counter and grabbing Kelly by the back of the neck, Albert slammed his face into the metal counter top, knocking the man unconscious. While Kelly had lain on the floor Albert looked at the other people in the room and stated that no one had permission to address him in that manner and that he would not tolerate insubordination. Isabel had begun to think of him as Albert anyway, though she never called him by either name.
"Why don't we just drug her," One of the men in a lab coat said, breaking Isabel's train of thought, his last name was Scotts.
Isabel had been able to make that out from his badge. All of the people around the place seemed to dress in the same attire, white shirts, black ties, and gray or black pants, with white lab coats displaying ID's on them. Scotts was a skinny man with a rat like appearance, long nose and beady eyes, his black hair was in dire need of a trim. Isabel didn't like any of them but this man made her skin crawl.
"We can't," Wesker replied. "The last time we tried she had a bad reaction."
"We can't risk it, if she does know where he is, she can't tell us if she's dead." The other scientist in the room spoke up, Harrison was his name.
He had a boy next store look, blonde hair and blue eyes. He didn't have an athletic build, but he wasn't rat-like either. Looks could definitely be deceiving. Hearing him talk about the experiments he'd been apart of Isabel knew he was just as bad as Scotts.
If they hadn't needed the information so bad, Isabel would have been dead eight weeks ago. Even so, they all knew her time was running out. If they hadn't broken her by now she wasn't going to break.
"Take 4264 back to her room." Wesker barked, pointing to the guard standing by the door of the interrogation room. As she left, Isabel heard the conversation continue.
"Well, how should we proceed? It's been two and a half months since she was brought here." Scotts said.
"We could let the little bitch spend a few hours alone with one of the guards, they have methods." Harrison brought up.
"They tried that at first. It didn't work that's why they brought me in." Wesker replied.
"If she doesn't know anything then she's useless," Stated Scotts.
"Not really, we always need new test subjects." Harrison finished.
Wesker knew it would come to this, he had known the minute there was no use for Isabel she would become an experiment.
Isabel looked at the door as it opened, Wesker was standing there with and empty syringe in his hand. As he walked towards her, she could tell he had something on his mind. As he allowed the door to close behind him he said,
"Please, sit down."
Aside from that, he didn't speak as he proceeded to take a blood sample. When he was finished he stood staring at her. He was a bit surprised when she reached up to take his sunglasses off. Isabel stared into his reddish- yellow eyes, with which she was now accustomed.
"What is it," she asked in a low voice
"It's been decided, they start experimentation on you as soon as the blood works back." He replied.
"Al-Alright." Isabel said holding back tears.
Wesker had expected her to cry, plead with him to free her, but he hadn't expected this. No pleas. No crying, Isabel just hung her head in acceptance of what was going to happen. It made him want to hold her, but he couldn't, it wouldn't do any good, her fate was sealed.
Three days later
"The blood work on 4264 is back," Scotts said walking into the lab.
"Good we can begin," Replied Harrison.
"Well, we found something." Scotts began.
Harrison took the clipboard from Scotts. As he read through the pages he looked up.
"Well this is interesting." Harrison replied.
"What's interesting?" A voice asked from behind him.
Looking up to see Wesker standing there, he handed him the clipboard. Wesker read through the report until he finished the last page.
"What do you propose," he said in the same neutral tone he used with everyone.
"I was thinking on a new set of experiments, not just the new virus," Harrison spoke up.
"Fine carry on then," Wesker replied.
As Wesker left the lab he took the corridor he knew so well, the corridor that led to Isabel's room. It took everything in him not to break into a run. Approaching her door he took a few deep breaths to calm himself. After a few seconds he entered the code that unlocked the door and walked in.
"Why didn't you tell me?" where the first words out of his mouth.
Isabel hadn't seen him this angry before and she knew that even under his cool demeanor he was angry.
"I didn't think it would matter," she replied not trying to lie anymore.
"I had a right to know." Wesker's voice got quieter, which Isabel knew he was getting angrier by the moment
"I-I didn't want you to think I was using it as a way to get out," she stammered.
At this he softened, walking over to where she was sitting on the cot and sat down next to her.
"You should have told me. It's my child too." Wesker said, his voice sounding tired.
"Would it have made a difference?" She asked in a wry voice.
"No." He said after a moment.
"You know it's weird, even though I know what's going to happen to me I've been thinking of names." Isabel said not looking at him.
Wesker felt as though someone had punched him in the stomach. He took off his sunglasses and looked Isabel in the eyes.
"I have to go. They will wonder were I've been. I'll be back tonight. Scotts and Harrison want Dr. Williams to examine you. They want to know exactly how far along you are before they decide what to do next." He said getting off the cot.
Wesker leaned over to kiss her quickly on the lips and went to leave. As he walked to the door, Isabel went to lie down on the bed again.
"Well little one." She said stroking her stomach. "At least your father knows about you."
As Wesker walked down the hallway it hit him he had kissed her, it had been so natural that he hadn't even thought about it until this moment.
Isabel woke with a start as the door to her room opened. Expecting to see Albert she was surprised to find it was Johnson, the guard who had been escorting her from her room to the lab. He was a big man, with brown eyes and hair cut into a military type style, cut close to the skin on the sides and very short on top all combed forward. He reminded Isabel of a bulldog. It was his massive chest. He seemed to be the type to lift weights.
"Dr. Wesker sent me to take you to the infirmary," he said with a knowing smile.
Isabel didn't like the idea of being examined by Dr. Williams. He was so full of himself and he gave her the creeps ever since she first met him. He hadn't cared that she had been beaten. What kind of a doctor was he anyway? Isabel didn't have a choice so she allowed Johnson to lead her down the long corridor to her appointment.
Isabel's exam took thirty minutes. Wesker knew this because he had kept a steady eye on his watch. He wasn't sure of what to do now. He had never planned on having children, he had never wanted them. Wesker wasn't sure he wanted one now but it was a little late for that. In any case a family could be a liability in his kind of work. Family tended to cloud the issues, thinking about them at the wrong time could get you killed. Wesker had to admit though there was something appealing about Isabel being pregnant, it marked her as his and he definitely liked that. He also knew there was no way he was going to let them experiment on his child. That meant that he was going to have to get Isabel out of this place. He had a day, two at the most. Wesker knew Harrison and Scotts would want to go over her exam results thoroughly before they proceeded.
He was interrupted from his train of thought by the phone ringing.
"Yes." Wesker answered.
"Her exam's finished. I'm sending her back to her room in a few minutes." It was Dr. Williams
"Fine I'll be there in a minute to discuss her results." Wesker said replacing the phone in the cradle.
As he picked up the papers he had been working on Wesker realized that he had only written three lines of his report on this new incident.
As Isabel stepped into her room she was a bit uneasy as Johnson followed her in. She knew her instincts were right when he spoke.
"I know what you and Dr. Wesker have been up to in here," he said with a smirk. "I thought since you were so willing, I'd show you what a real man could do."
Johnson never liked Wesker. He was always walking around like he was better than everyone else, always barking orders. The other scientist always showed him a bit of respect, but Wesker was different, Wesker was an asshole. So he thought he would show Miss Landen what a real man was like.
"No." was all Isabel could get out.
"Well I'm afraid you don't have choice." He said taking a step towards her.
Isabel backed up until her legs bumped the side of her bed. In three steps Johnson had her by the shoulders trying to kiss her. She struggled with all her might, but he was just too strong for her. I may not be able to stop you, you son of a bitch but I'm going to fight you all the way. Isabel thought still struggling.
"I think the lady said no." Came a quiet voice from behind them.
In an instant Wesker had the man by the throat he didn't have time to utter a word, before Wesker crushed his windpipe with one hand. All the guard could do was gasp for breath as he slowly suffocated. Wesker looked at Isabel expecting to see fear and disgust on her face. Instead she slowly walked over to him put her arms around his waist and buried her head in his chest. Wesker reflexively put his arms around Isabel as she silently cried.
"I'm sorry." she mumbled from his chest "I couldn't stop him."
"It wasn't your fault, he was a worthless animal." He replied lifting her chin with his hand, and brushing her tears away.
"We don't have much time." he said handing her the guard uniform he had brought with him. "Put this on."
As Isabel changed her clothes, Wesker dumped the guard's body on her bed and covered it. In a few minutes they were ready.
It was a good thing I walked in when I did, Wesker thought as they started down the hallway. He had been running late, it had taken him longer to disable the security cameras and dispose of the guard in the monitor room than he thought. To keep things under control as much as possible they changed shifts at different intervals through out the complex. Wesker knew the monitor room was always first to be relieved, that way they could keep an eye on all the other shift changes. It had been easy enough to take care of the guard. He had simply broken his neck, but it had taken time to by pass the alarms and stop the cameras from recording. Wesker hadn't turned them off. He thought it better to leave them on. Wesker knew that if someone checked in at the right moment they would see him leading Isabel along the corridors and they would be caught, but if all went well they would be out of the building in minutes. By allowing the cameras to run even though they weren't recording and leaving the guard propped up on the chair, to the casual observer everything would be fine. The guard would simply look asleep and the monitors still functioning should give them time, hopefully several hours. Wesker hadn't planned to move this fast but as he was discussing Isabel with the doctor He had found out some disturbing things.
He had walked into the infirmary to find Dr. Williams working on Isabel's chart.
"What kind of shape is she in?" He had asked.
"She's fine, in very good health." Dr. Williams had replied.
"She wouldn't divulge who the father is, but I can tell you she's about six weeks so that puts the conception right after she woke from her coma. It shouldn't be too hard to narrow down who was around her to find out the father. I don't know who the lucky man was, but I envy him, she's a very beautiful woman." The doctor stated
It had taken every bit of self restraint not to kill the man where he stood at that but Wesker hadn't.
"I'm going to have her brought in for more tests, before Scotts and Harrison get a hold of her. I'm sure if I offer to get her out of here she'll be willing to do anything. They can have her after I've had her, so to speak." The Dr. had finished in a conspiratorial tone, not knowing the danger he was in.
At this Wesker had taken Williams by surprise throwing him into the nearest wall with all his strength. Wesker heard the crack as his head made contact with the wall. As William's body slid down, left in its wake, was a trail of blood and brain matter. Wesker knew he was dead he didn't even have to check for a pulse. So he found himself in his current position again he wasn't in control and he didn't like it.
As they rounded the final corner of the corridor, Isabel saw the doors leading out of the complex and her heart began to beat faster. Almost there, she thought to herself. It was all she could do not to run for them. Almost like he sensed what she was thinking Wesker placed his hand on her shoulder. Slowing her pace and taking a deep breath to calm herself, Isabel noticed the cameras following them as they cautiously walked to the door. She wanted to ask Albert about them, but could tell he wasn't in the mood to answer questions.
When they got to the door Wesker imputed the code that would open it and as they slipped out into the night Isabel realized it was early fall, the chill in the air made her shiver slightly. With Wesker in the lead they walked across a large parking lot to the black jeep that awaited them. Even though it was night Isabel noticed that he made no move to take off his sunglasses.
"When we get to the gate do not look at the guards, and if by chance they speak to you answer with a yes or no sir." Wesker warned as they neared the checkpoint.
He doubted they would ask any questions they were at the end of their shift and just wanted to leave, the outside gate was always the last to be changed.
"Identification please." The guard stated.
As he checked Wesker's badge Isabel's already racing heart sped up further. It was beating so hard and fast that she was surprised that no one else could hear it. As the guard handed him his I.D. badge back, he glanced at Isabel as if he wanted to ask for her I.D. also, but since she was with Wesker he thought better of it. Turning back to his superior officer the young guard told Wesker to have a pleasant evening. Isabel hadn't realized she held her breath the whole time until they were a few yards away from the gate.
After driving for half an hour Isabel broke the silence.
"Albert, where are we going?"
She could see him tense, even in the dim light, his knuckles tightening on the steering wheel.
"I'm taking you to the people I betrayed at one time." He stated matter of factually.
At this Isabel reached over and put her hand on top of his, trying to ease some of the tension in him. She knew it worked when she felt his grip loosen a slightly.
"You said you were thinking of names, what have you come up with?" Wesker asked from out of the blue, after a few minutes.
"I-I was thinking Albert, for a boy." She replied.
Isabel surprised him yet again. This seemed to be the trademark of their relationship.
"But it could be a girl also." She continued "I haven't really gotten that far yet."
"Rosalie." Wesker replied.
It was Isabel's turn to be surprised, that he would offer a name and so quickly.
"That's a beautiful name." She said.
"It was my mother's."
As Wesker drove on he and Isabel settled into a comfortable silence, and before he knew it she was sound asleep. He knew they were making good time. It would be hours before anyone at HCF knew what had happened, that he had again betrayed the people he worked for, and who trusted him. Driving along, the wind blowing in the open driver's side window he thought of all the people he had betrayed. What was one more to a man like him? Looking at Isabel asleep next to him, so innocent he knew he had done the right thing this time. As she stirred he realized that she couldn't be comfortable, so he leaned over and reclined the seat. In a few more hours we'll be there. I wonder what our welcome will be like. He thought as he concentrated on the road before him.