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Chapter 3
Opening the door to the six bedroom house Michael O'Connor hung his jacket on the coat hanger and slipped his keys into the bowl by the door. He remembered he had been meaing to move the bowl, his idea was that it was too close to the door, someone could just put a hook through the letter box and take the keys. His wife on the other hand liked where they keys were kept "no need to rush around finding keys first thing in the morning when they could be kept in the same place" See how she would like it if she went to get her keys one morning and find them missing along with her car. Walking into the sitting room, Michael was once again brought to the thought that his marriage was more like an arrangement than a marriage. Celeste was so wound up in her work that she was hardly ever home and when she was home she was either too tired or too busy to bother with him. Unbuttoning the shirt of his Uniform he shed his shirt before taking off the kevlar vest he wore underneath. He had been a cop since he was 18, he had joined the force then. The usual story, his father had been a cop and he was expected to follow in his fathers footsteps. He didn't mind, truth be told he would not have done any other job. Michael liked what being a cop had to offer, he got to keep the streets safe and work with the community. As he sat in his kitchen he sipped his coffee. Celeste would be home soon, he began to put something together for the supper. A half hour later his wife walked in the door, dropping her keys into the bowl and hanging her jacket on the hanger. She walked into the kitchen looking at him, Michael smiled "Hey...how was your day?" Celeste looked at him, ever since Wesker had come in she had been somewhat distracted "huh? oh sorry, it was alright, a new person was sent in today, so I have to put up with having someone in my lab working on my experiment" Michael shook his head, he knew how Celeste liked to work alone, he half thought if she could she would live alone instead of with him, however her mothers dying wish had been that they have children, and Michael knew that wish would be fulfilled sooner or later., and in order for that wish to be fulfilled they would have to remain together until the child was at least sixteen. Little did he know that it would not work out that way, not at all.
Once supper had been made and eaten, Michael sat on the sofa to watch a little TV while Celeste went upto her study to work. This was the usual regime, everynight, day after day. Celeste was going over her reports on the cell growth trying to find something different she had done on each one that would maybe point to what was going wrong. Everytime she checked she could find nothing, so she double checked...still nothing. Eventually she decided to call it a night. Walking downstairs she looked at Michael sitting on the sofa watching TV. Walking over she sat down next to him drawing her knees to her chest looking at the screen, Michael turned his head looking at her "Celeste, is something wrong?" Looking at her knees she turned her head slightly to him "A-Am I a dragon?" Michaels eyes widened for a second "A dragon? No of course not, why would you ask a question like that?" Celeste shrugged slowly "that is what they think of me in the lab...that new guy who is working with me said it today, something like that would not normally bother me but...it's just that, well...I have never done anything wrong in that lab, I work very hard for them" Michael slowly let his arm go round her shoulders "Listen, you are hardworking and some people get jelous of that, it has nothing to do with your personality, all people are different, if we were all the same then it would be a fairly dull world we would be living in. Listen to me, you are an amazing woman Celeste, don't let anyone tell you otherwise. Your smart, beautilful and I'm proud that you are my wife" For the first time, Celeste felt something she had never felt before, she felt love for Michael, something that she had never felt since she had married him. She had never given him the chance to. "Thank you...I'm going to head upto bed, I have to be in early tomorrow" Michael smiled "I'll come with you, I have to be in the station to fill out some paperwork" Once again the usual routine kicked in again, they went upto bed together, both with a new understanding of each other.
On the other side of town, Albert Wesker rolled off a young blonde woman who was breathing heavily as she lay on her back. Wesker was not out of breath, he had stamina, and he used it to his full potential when it came to women. The blonde looked at him "so...will it be breakfast in bed in the morning for me?" Wesker without emotion on his face turned and looked at her "No...it will be you calling a cab right now and leaving as soon as it arrives" The girl was shocked, she had met him in a nightclub and had expected that she would be staying the night, how wrong she was. Gathering together the rest of her belongings she walked out of the apartment without another word as Wesker lay on his bed smoking a cigarette. He couldn't be bothered with having women overnight to stay, he was more a get down to business man and when the business was over so was the relationship. Looking at the clock mounted on the wall he knew it was almost time for his contact to call him. Seconds later as usual, the phone next to his bed rang, picking it up Wesker put the phone to his ear "Dimitri Darovich...how are you? Good to hear, yes I was assigned to Doctor O'Connors lab today and everything so far is going to plan" Wesker took a draw of his cigarette and slowly blew the smoke out "Yes Dimitri, don't worry about it, I'll get the information you need and then you can begin your creation" Wesker hung up the phone having put out his cigarette he moved his hands behind his head, silently congratulating himself on a job well done. He thought of Celeste for a brief second, his plan was finally becoming a reality and hopefully there would be no hitches. However he had learned that plans when it came to Umbrella could fall down at any point. Sure enough the plan would take years and there was no certainty that it could be pulled off, but if it did he was looking at being a very rich man. All he had to do was make Celeste feel as unsecure as she could and then she would go home to her husband to be comforted, and then his plan would begin. He smirked wondering how he could be so manipulative and not feel anything. Closing his eyes he dropped into a dreamless sleep. He never dreamt all that much anymore, maybe it was because the prospect of dreaming may allow him to feel the pain that his victims felt when they were expierimented on. Did he psychologically stop himself from dreaming because he was scared of what he may feel, or see in his own dreams?
Back at the O'Connor household, Celeste and Michael lay in each others arms. Celeste was wide awake her arms wrapped round her husband who slumbered next to her. For the first time in a long time they had made love to one another, it was the first time in a long while she felt close to Michael, and she was happy. She thought about her life, or lack of life and decided that she should maybe change things. Her life did not have to revolve around Umbrella and its creations. It was at this moment she decided to change her life, she would now dedicate more time to her husband and for the first time since she had married, she actually wanted a family.
Chapter 3
Opening the door to the six bedroom house Michael O'Connor hung his jacket on the coat hanger and slipped his keys into the bowl by the door. He remembered he had been meaing to move the bowl, his idea was that it was too close to the door, someone could just put a hook through the letter box and take the keys. His wife on the other hand liked where they keys were kept "no need to rush around finding keys first thing in the morning when they could be kept in the same place" See how she would like it if she went to get her keys one morning and find them missing along with her car. Walking into the sitting room, Michael was once again brought to the thought that his marriage was more like an arrangement than a marriage. Celeste was so wound up in her work that she was hardly ever home and when she was home she was either too tired or too busy to bother with him. Unbuttoning the shirt of his Uniform he shed his shirt before taking off the kevlar vest he wore underneath. He had been a cop since he was 18, he had joined the force then. The usual story, his father had been a cop and he was expected to follow in his fathers footsteps. He didn't mind, truth be told he would not have done any other job. Michael liked what being a cop had to offer, he got to keep the streets safe and work with the community. As he sat in his kitchen he sipped his coffee. Celeste would be home soon, he began to put something together for the supper. A half hour later his wife walked in the door, dropping her keys into the bowl and hanging her jacket on the hanger. She walked into the kitchen looking at him, Michael smiled "Hey...how was your day?" Celeste looked at him, ever since Wesker had come in she had been somewhat distracted "huh? oh sorry, it was alright, a new person was sent in today, so I have to put up with having someone in my lab working on my experiment" Michael shook his head, he knew how Celeste liked to work alone, he half thought if she could she would live alone instead of with him, however her mothers dying wish had been that they have children, and Michael knew that wish would be fulfilled sooner or later., and in order for that wish to be fulfilled they would have to remain together until the child was at least sixteen. Little did he know that it would not work out that way, not at all.
Once supper had been made and eaten, Michael sat on the sofa to watch a little TV while Celeste went upto her study to work. This was the usual regime, everynight, day after day. Celeste was going over her reports on the cell growth trying to find something different she had done on each one that would maybe point to what was going wrong. Everytime she checked she could find nothing, so she double checked...still nothing. Eventually she decided to call it a night. Walking downstairs she looked at Michael sitting on the sofa watching TV. Walking over she sat down next to him drawing her knees to her chest looking at the screen, Michael turned his head looking at her "Celeste, is something wrong?" Looking at her knees she turned her head slightly to him "A-Am I a dragon?" Michaels eyes widened for a second "A dragon? No of course not, why would you ask a question like that?" Celeste shrugged slowly "that is what they think of me in the lab...that new guy who is working with me said it today, something like that would not normally bother me but...it's just that, well...I have never done anything wrong in that lab, I work very hard for them" Michael slowly let his arm go round her shoulders "Listen, you are hardworking and some people get jelous of that, it has nothing to do with your personality, all people are different, if we were all the same then it would be a fairly dull world we would be living in. Listen to me, you are an amazing woman Celeste, don't let anyone tell you otherwise. Your smart, beautilful and I'm proud that you are my wife" For the first time, Celeste felt something she had never felt before, she felt love for Michael, something that she had never felt since she had married him. She had never given him the chance to. "Thank you...I'm going to head upto bed, I have to be in early tomorrow" Michael smiled "I'll come with you, I have to be in the station to fill out some paperwork" Once again the usual routine kicked in again, they went upto bed together, both with a new understanding of each other.
On the other side of town, Albert Wesker rolled off a young blonde woman who was breathing heavily as she lay on her back. Wesker was not out of breath, he had stamina, and he used it to his full potential when it came to women. The blonde looked at him "so...will it be breakfast in bed in the morning for me?" Wesker without emotion on his face turned and looked at her "No...it will be you calling a cab right now and leaving as soon as it arrives" The girl was shocked, she had met him in a nightclub and had expected that she would be staying the night, how wrong she was. Gathering together the rest of her belongings she walked out of the apartment without another word as Wesker lay on his bed smoking a cigarette. He couldn't be bothered with having women overnight to stay, he was more a get down to business man and when the business was over so was the relationship. Looking at the clock mounted on the wall he knew it was almost time for his contact to call him. Seconds later as usual, the phone next to his bed rang, picking it up Wesker put the phone to his ear "Dimitri Darovich...how are you? Good to hear, yes I was assigned to Doctor O'Connors lab today and everything so far is going to plan" Wesker took a draw of his cigarette and slowly blew the smoke out "Yes Dimitri, don't worry about it, I'll get the information you need and then you can begin your creation" Wesker hung up the phone having put out his cigarette he moved his hands behind his head, silently congratulating himself on a job well done. He thought of Celeste for a brief second, his plan was finally becoming a reality and hopefully there would be no hitches. However he had learned that plans when it came to Umbrella could fall down at any point. Sure enough the plan would take years and there was no certainty that it could be pulled off, but if it did he was looking at being a very rich man. All he had to do was make Celeste feel as unsecure as she could and then she would go home to her husband to be comforted, and then his plan would begin. He smirked wondering how he could be so manipulative and not feel anything. Closing his eyes he dropped into a dreamless sleep. He never dreamt all that much anymore, maybe it was because the prospect of dreaming may allow him to feel the pain that his victims felt when they were expierimented on. Did he psychologically stop himself from dreaming because he was scared of what he may feel, or see in his own dreams?
Back at the O'Connor household, Celeste and Michael lay in each others arms. Celeste was wide awake her arms wrapped round her husband who slumbered next to her. For the first time in a long time they had made love to one another, it was the first time in a long while she felt close to Michael, and she was happy. She thought about her life, or lack of life and decided that she should maybe change things. Her life did not have to revolve around Umbrella and its creations. It was at this moment she decided to change her life, she would now dedicate more time to her husband and for the first time since she had married, she actually wanted a family.