Sorry this has taken so long to update, but I sure hope you enjoy. This chapter really does explain a lot of Madeline, and has Leon get closer to the story and Wesker. Enjoy...
Chapter IV: Unwelcome News
Ada stood before him, half lit by the faint light from the one source. She was dressed in a black uniform that held tightly to her curve defined form. Various small guns and ammo pockets created an image in a Leon's mind briefly of Ada being a spy in some cheesy horror flick.
"What are you doing here Ada?" he asked with a wince.
His body still required a few more minutes to recover from his little incident.
"My reasons shouldn't concern you. Leon, you should leave now, and never show your face again to society in your condition. You're infected, and I should kill you now before you compromise my mission."
Leon approached her, and grabbed the end of her gun. He placed the end of it at his heart, with the intent of intimidating her.
"Why not Ada?" he calmly asked.
With an aggravated sigh, she snatched the gun away irritably.
"You're not the one I'm after. I've come for Madeline."
Leon grew irritated at that reply as he responded harshly, "Still working for Wesker, and being his lap dog yet again? Why would he care for an ex-employee of Umbrella? Especially one who wants nothing to do with the restoration of Umbrella."
"The same reason your government officials are after her. It's her illness," she replied turning away from him for the exit.
"What does her illness have to do with it?" he asked as he began to follow.
Ada replied stoically, "She is infected. Experiment Z3007 is her real name. I suggest you leave Leon, because Wesker won't let her fall into the hands of your government."
"What the hell!" Leon blurted in confusion.
She tossed a handgun and bullets at his feet. He picked the weapon up, and when he was to thank her, she was gone.
"Why am I always the last to know the news and announcements?"
The absurd thoughts left him as he moved on, leaving the dark endless pit arena and its screams. A few minutes had passed, but he finally found the entrance Ada came through to the catacombs. Leon climbed the rusty ladder, and found himself in an old private dumping area behind the church. The sound of a streaming river was not to far off from his location.
He pushed himself up into the air to leap out of the slimy hole. When Leon stood fully, he felt a hard metal piece against his head.
"Just make it quick," he calmly stated.
"I wouldn't want to see you dead," a familiar voice replied.
Quickly he turned and before him was dirt stained Madeline with a hand pistol in one hand and a kitchen knife at her waist. Relief flowed through his body to see her alive, but then everything Ada had told him had his thoughts swarming again.
Madeline was watching him closely as if there was something on his face.
"Something is wrong with you Leon. Did they do something to you?" she asked with a slight tone of concern.
He knew he needed to tell her about his change.
"They infected me with whatever they had. Something came in though, and killed them all before letting me go."
Only a sigh escaped the young female scientist.
"We need to move somewhere safe so that I can explain your condition," she finished.
He finally took their surrounding, and could feel the distant mist of the enemy's breath. It was like all five his senses were enhanced, and the environment was like a whole different world.
Madeline grabbed him harshly when the screams of the villagers came into her hearing range. The sun was setting, and she knew not to come in contact with any of them at night. Not only were they more dangerous, she knew something was different about them.
"Is something wrong with them at night?" he asked through catching breaths.
"In a matter of speaking, yes. We should also conserve our ammo for a more appropriate time. I can't 'kung-fu' our escape like my own," she replied quickly.
"What!"
"A joke, even a genius can make one," she coldly stated as they continued to run away from the villagers.
Hardly, Leon thought to himself. His body was already beginning to heave, but her movement was agile and diligent. It was like her energy was never ending. What kind of illness or infection could keep her body perfectly moving? Exhaustion and fatigue were not even riddled upon her face. If she was infected, then why had she not shown symptoms yet? Ada had said something of her having a designated number brandished to her as a real name. Was it true that she some sort of bio-weapon of the former pharmaceutical company?
Finally they came across a shed along a deserted path. She nimbly kicked the door in as they both entered. Leon used his own wits and closed the door, keeping a stance at the door to make sure nobody else would enter.
"Listen, I want to know what you're sick with. Are you infected with something like all of them out there? Or are you another experiment of Umbrella? I know your real designation, your real name." he began.
She glared at him as she took offense to his accusations.
"I am not infected with their illness, but I am sick. I was used for an experiment for the purpose of destroying entire cities just by merely walking through their neighborhoods. With my breath alone, I was to carry a deadly virus that could kill any that would walk near, in front, behind, or along side me. I was flawed of course, but I was only one out of ten attempts that came close to being perfect. Are you happy now?" she blurted in anger of having to bring her past up.
Leon turned from the door and approached her like a prowling feline.
"Then tell me what, and tell me about them because I'm infected."
Quickly she averted her eyes from his stare as she replied, "I could tell from back there that you were infected with their disease."
Is there a cure? That being the only thought flowing through his mind at the moment.
"A cure is sitting in a closed containment room underground in my labs. Unfortunately those men attacked the small estate and went down below. Many of the experiments I was trying to cure were set loose. They are highly unstable."
"You were doing experiments?" he asked in almost complete disgust.
Once again her aggravation rose, "No! Other fellow, now dead, scientists were doing the experiments. I told them not to, but my uncle, Ozwell Spencer, overruled my order with an executive order from France at the time."
All of this confused Leon to the fullest. The idea of someone with her power as a researcher to decline the idea of experimenting was absurd.
"You're saying you've never intended…"
"Don't you dare finish that idiotic remark. What I do is irrelevant. I only wished to find a cure to every disease, hoping one day I would find my own cure," she finished for him.
Madeline came up to him as she harshly grasped his arm and pulled up the sleeve. She closely examined the hollow vein markings upon his skin.
"The symptoms…wait," she stopped as she closely examined.
"What is it?" Leon asked worryingly.
"You are not changing like all the rest of them, becoming a slave to your infection. You are changing and molding the virus to yourself. I've only seen this happen once before, and that was with the T-virus over seven years ago. To find a specimen that has the genetic structure to mold that rare virus, they are rare in our society. Usually one in a hundred million in our population today could possibly manage this accomplishment, and I have found two with two different strands of viruses."
He was totally confused now and was a bit dumbfounded.
"Care to elaborate upon this to me," he demanded as he grasped her by the arms and stood her up.
He could feel that burning fire to hunt and kill. This was not like him at all. Her blood emerged from where his nails dug into her skin. The smell of her blood, why was it affecting him so much? Something was wrong though as well. She wasn't making movements or sounds as she watched the floor through his uncontrollable nature. The one warning, though, that set him off was her smell. Something was seriously wrong, and her scent actually threw the instincts of his infected nature.
Leon stepped back only slightly as he released her. She rose to meet his eyes, and they were entirely different. They seemed almost in-human as they flickered a golden hue. In a split moment he found himself on the floor, facing her, and pinned beneath her.
"You have no idea about me. No one can understand, and that is why I won't become anybody else's slave. I am sick, and I will spend my life to be human," she flustered.
Her body heat against him was over whelming. Madeline's form was intoxicating at this point as her eyes averted downward with her hands down his chest. It felt like eternal bliss to his fevered evolving instincts. A low growl escaped her throat as her fingers touched his skin beneath the shirt.
Before either of them regretted this choice of pleasure and passion, they pushed away from each other at the same time to place space between their heated bodies.
"Sorry, that only proves our connection through your infection," she remarked unsteadily.
"What do you mean?" he questioned.
Madeline sat there, a bit away from him, as she buried her face into her hands with a sigh escaping her lips.
Through her hands she explained, "This has only happened once before through a stroke of luck at the right time. Birkin and I worked on a virus seven years ago in which could maybe create a solider from a human using my infection. My DNA is molded and intertwined with the T-virus, because that is how I was born and created. We came to discover while I branched in Raccoon City that there were one strand of DNA that could adapt my virus. Albert Wesker used are only prototype of the mutated DNA virus, and has become what he is now. Obviously there was a fault in it, in that he can be determined as chaotic and insane, because it seemed it degenerated, his mind and its capabilities or made them work much to fast. With you, the virus you were infected with is a derivative of something the scientists created in my labs several years ago along those similar lines under the orders of my uncle."
"Wait, are you saying you were born this way? You were never, well, 'normal'?" he asked in concern for her.
He hands fell, her beautiful orbs now normal, as she replied solemnly, "Exactly. I've never known such a life, only the life of either a guinea pig or a tool of science. The only reason I worked for Umbrella was to find a way to be what so many of my former colleagues tried to escape from."
"To be human," he let escape.
He couldn't believe how her tale twisted the sick science from the ashes of Umbrella. This woman before him struggled her entire life to be what he once use to be. Leon could only imagine the pain she had went through and even now was going through.
"I can help you though, and hopefully before it's too late for you," she said breaking his thoughts.
"So, I'm changing and becoming what Wesker became?" he asked unknowingly.
She looked to him and nodded, "There is a vaccine if I can catch it on time."
Leon smiled at hearing some promising news finally. Although, it soon faded as other thoughts invaded his mind. The things Ada had told him were now resurfacing, and he needed answers.
"I have some questions. What is this creature Enigma? How does Wesker know you personally it seems?"
Madeline stopped short of her breathing movements at the sound of his name coming from someone else. It never really crossed her mind before when she brought him up, but now when it came to him personally it certainly caught her off guard.
"What?" she finally mustered.
"You know something Madeline. Why is he after you so much, like you were a run away dog of his?"
A sigh escaped her before she replied, "I did not think he would find me, damn it. He is looking to fine me, and most likely capture me for his studies. That being because I am not human. Wesker has always had this idea that I am a perfect specimen, and nobody deserves having me in their company. Of course he thinks he's worthy enough now no doubt. I haven't seen him in six years, and I'm sure his ego is as large as ever if not larger. No doubt he still believes we belong together, even more so now because of his own change; the new age Adam and Eve."
"So, you were with him and knew him?" he continued to question.
Madeline shot him a smirk of a pure teasing nature.
"Yes, two researchers together in the lab and the bed," she answered in pure delight.
Leon turned away crossing his arms in annoyance. From his demeanor, he seemed rather disturbed hearing about her sexual life with Albert Wesker. He kept his sight focused upon the scenery through the boarded window, watching the villagers in the not to distant forest. It appeared they had not found their pretty quite yet.
"If you're so bothered, just know we're not together anymore. Over 15 years ago I realized quickly he wasn't worth my time with the unusual plans. Even now I have no interest, in him or being his 'Eve'," she spoke softly to be somewhat comforting.
"Well, he won't have you again. Ada is mistaken this time. I'm going to get you out of this place alive," he assured her.
She smiled and changed the subject entirely, "Enigma, is a bio-weapon and a very dangerous one. It is most likely Wesker's ultimate goal, his true 'Eve'. For 'it' is a 'she', because she is a bio-weapon that can breed if with the perfect companion. There is without a doubt a need of her abilities, and she was created over twenty years ago for that purpose."
"Shit, not only a destructive weapon, but she is a danger of breeding. Let me guess, Wesker is her perfect companion?"
"That is highly possible, and he would want me to watch over this or just simply kill me. Enigma, the ultimate yet darkest secret of the Umbrella Incorporated," she finished.
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