Beep, beep, beep.

A pulse monitor blared loudly as its alarm sounded in warning. In the center of the room lay a single person, strapped to a gurney. As the body started to convulse, two scientists rushed to the readout controls. Another two individuals stayed outside the room however, viewing the scene from the one-sided safety of a Plexiglas window.

'You know, I hated hospitals as a kid. So, If you ask me how I became a top viral engineer at the prestigious Umbrella Corporation; I honestly couldn't tell you..I guess it honestly started as a kid, when a man named Ozwell E. Spencer came to visit my parents. All I can remember is going away to boarding school, and never coming back. The only thing I know is I wanted to do something good…wanted to help people. After starting the job at Umbrella fresh out of college, there was only one condition to my research working conditions. Any human testing from my research would be administered directly to me…

""There's nothing worth discovering that is worth more than your own life.""

Spencer agreed immediately. I guess when looking back on that, I should have viewed that as odd. Eight years later and the need has finally arisen. The type T Progenitor virus has completed it's animal testing andneeds a human subject for further analysis…and of course..as requested…that the chance to become a glorified guinea pig in the name of science! We were supposed to help people and attempt to eradicate

disease.. We were wrong…'

The pair of lab coats were working feverishly against the clock. Mere seconds ago the pulse monitor had flat lined, indicating that their precious experiment was failing. The two men outside the laboratory exchanged uncomfortable looks. One of them was wreathed in darkness, the small amount of light that trickled in from the window reflected off the silver glaze of his sunglasses. The masked blue eyes that lay behind watching intently. Unlike him however, the man next to him was losing patience as the attempt to resuscitate his pet project failed repeatedly. The calm one turned to the other and breathed out a sigh.

"Calm down, William. Obviously her DNA was not compatible. We just need another

test subject.."

A soft chirp from the monitor quieted them both, causing full attention to be diverted back.

—-

"God, it hurt like nothing I've ever felt. A complete DNA rewrite feels like someone is splicing your organ piece by piece. Fire replaces your blood, coursing through to your eyes and heart. Everything was quiet. Everything was dark. The pain was overshadowed by the primal fear of dying, of never opening my eyes again. But after a moment, I realized I never did shut them to begin with..'

—-

William placed his hand on the Plexiglas, hope resurfacing as the comforting beeps of the monitor resounded once more.

But something was off...

One of the rattled scientists pressed the intercom switch, his voice sounding confused.

"Dr. Birkin the subject is stable, but...her vitals read a comatose state."

Puzzled, William shoots his companion a sidelong glance of surprise. The other man was oblivious to his colleague. His gaze was transfixed to the woman on the gurney. She was obviously cognitive, actually struggling against the restraints. As the two scientists let her free, the female seemed disoriented. Aquamarine eyes flickered a brief feral red, causing the subject to rub at them. Blood capillaries had burst, causing morbid tears of crimson to have run into the long, white blonde hair. The woman had no color about her skin now, pigmentation going a soft pale cream. Muscle tone began to change slightly at the virus bonded within, perfecting every flaw. Again the monitor flat lined, even though the patient was obviously much more than alive...

'My sense blasted me with new, tangible smells, feelings, colors, sounds. The body around me felt smoother, cold..inhuman almost to its perfection. The fuzzy world about my eyes became clearer than it had ever been, my reflection staring back at me from the mirror like glass. Unfamiliar eyes stared back from my face…their hues haunting me.'

William Birkin stared in triumphant glee. The creation seemed to have even stunned the man next to him, his cool demeanor caught off guard. She was a beautiful work of scientific art, but he did allow himself to dwell too long. Turning to his colleague, Albert Wesker cleared his throat.

"We will be transferring to the Arklay facility for further tests. Spencer wants to try and integrate

her back into society once her BOW aptitude is tested. If we can accomplish this.. We could have sleeper soldiers all over the world... Raccoon would be the perfect controlled environment.``

Birkin silently nodded, he knew far better than to argue with his friend and orders from above.. Wesker moved forward, cold blue eyes locking on the unseeing eyes of the woman in the room. "When she's ready.. She could change everything."

'My name is Angelica Burrows, codename Angel Project. And this…is how I died.'