Author's note: A big thanks to all the people that reviewed and all of the people that read the previous chapters. The reviewer responses will be in the next chapter. Sorry for a short chapter but I was running low on ideas for this one.

Crimson Ribbons

Chapter 5

Captive

It was dark out, or would've been had the city not been so bright. It was past midnight and the cold that felt like it was seeping out of the ground was frigid, even for this time of the year. Brutal winds battered everything and the trees looked like they were about to be split into halves.

The sound of dragging feet that should've been a loud, irritating noise was drowned out by the wind and could not be heard as a person drapped in dark clothing walked up the city sidewalks, trying to keep as close to the office buildings and stores as much as possible so the person wouldn't fall victim to the raging winds.

Her eyes felt like they were going to peel. Her mouth mouth was dry and she hadn't ate anything in the past twenty-four hours that she had been wandering around the city. She was freezing cold and cursed at herself for not wearing some sort of sweater at least before she had taken off.

She would not be returning home tonight. She was going to move on. She couldn't stay here because it would just be a painful reminder of what she really, truly was. It sickened her for the most part and she didn't want to be the thing that she was.

Hell, she didn't even have a name and couldn't remember if she ever had one in the first place. She had to go by some stupid nickname that her 'classmates' had given her, but at least it was something. She wanted to remember what had happened to her and how she ended up miles away from here and wandered mindlessly to this place in search of something.

And she still had no clue what that was.

Her ears picked up the loud gust of wind before it hit her, but her weak body couldn't do anything against it and she was flung into the building she was trying to be sheltered by like a ragdoll. She had a hard time getting up and when she finally did, she made her way down the street that she was walking on.

Of course she could've just taken the easy was out of town by simply riding on the roof of some car, then the wind came and she knew better and decided to walk.

As soon as she fled from the group of wide eyed people, Frost thought that she could walk it off. She had walked down every street that she had come across, gone into every store, and sat in every park until the thing inside of her, whatever that was, willed her on.

Nobody was robbed, there were no stolen items in the deep pockets of her pants besides a couple of knives she kept for protection, she didn't snap at anyone who bumped into her on the streets, and she never stopped walking and now she was paying for it.

The brightness of the city was slowly vanishing behind her as she dragged on down the road. She passed several homes that were on the outskirts of the city and passed serveral turn off points, but she kept straight.

Harsher than in the city, the winds were twice as powerful and Frost found herself being pushed into the ditch more than once. She didn't stop for a break and even when she fell down, she got right back up and kept on going.

When she was a good five miles away from the city, Frost found herself running faster than she thought possible. In no less than an hour she was farther away from it then she had planned.

Her legs gave out and crumpled down onto the ground in the ditch. There was a dirt road infront of her that stretched deep into the darkness and Frost made a mental note not to go down there. She knew that something lay all the way at the end of the road that she didn't want to be involved in.

On the center of a tree, two feet down the road that Frost lay before, a little red light blinked on a tiny black box. The lense of the mini camera shot out so the person monitoring the screens could see what was infront of it.

Frost picked up the noise that the camera made and turned to see what had made it. She was too weak and worn out to care much and just sat in her position and watched as the little red light blinked on and off and on and off.

The little blinking light seemed to clam her and Frost soon felt her eyelids closing on top of her eyes. She forced them to open and covered her face as a car went racing down the highway, sending a wave of rain water down onto her.

This just wasn't a good day and she had nowhere to run. Frost figured that she would have to hitchhike in the morning when she felt more at ease with herself. From there she would go back to where she came from and figure out who and what she was.

He had spent over twenty-four hours trying to produce the Infinity virus, with no such luck. There was just some sort of fluke in developing it and the viruses didn't want to bond into one completely. It just looked like they were under a microscope, but when Wesker had looked at them closer, he could see what was going on.

If they could not remake the Infinity virus then Wesker would just have to settle for plan B. Plan B was taking the Las Plagas virus and progressing it further so that the infected person or animal would become more intelligent and much more capible of doing things that the Infinity virus infected persons could not accomplish.

The lab that he was working in at the moment, aside from the one where he planned on keeping his perfect test subject, was fairly large and only a few hand picked scientists wandered around the room. Many of the them had clipboards in their hands while the others had some form of medical tool in theirs.

Five metal operation tables had been placed in this room, all beside each other in the very center of it. A huge cabinet painted white stood at the back of the room. A built in freezer was installed in the left side of the cabinet where the three main viruses were kept frozen.One of the walls was lined with gray metal chairs while the one directly across from it had golden hooks drilled into it where heavy looking safety outfits hung.

The people walking around the room stopped when the automatic doors opened and two Umbrella employees stepped through, carrying a kicking and screaming man. He was strapped onto the first metal operating table and was quickly sedated by some of the scientists in the room.

Wesker was handed a chart from the Umbrella employees, who's names he did not know and who's names and well being he did not care about. From behind his dark shades, Wesker's eyes darted back and forth across the thin piece of paper, reading all about their newest victim.

"Does he have any family?" He asked one of the men.

"No sir."

"Excellent."

Their victims, or 'patients' were spied upon by some of the workers here and were documented. If they had no family and nobody that cared about them, they were quickly brought here. If they did, the family would be brought here too.

The more the merrier.

Wesker went to the back of the room and opened up the freezer. The cold temperatures didn't touch his skin through the black leather gloves as he reached inside and grabbed a small vile. Inside lay the Las Plagas virus, new and improved.

He had advanced it in no less than twelve hours, after finally given up on recreating the Infinity virus. Wesker took the sample and worked with it for over three quarters of the time he had spent with it. When a new test subject had been brought in, who's car had broken down just outside of their road and was then taken away, the man with the sunglasses used the virus on the screaming man.

At first Wesker doubted that the virus even worked, but when the purple, crimson, and blue spider viens appeared, he thought otherwise. Next, Wesker tested the man who, from the looks of it, used to work for some major business.

Brain testing was done first. Wesker could not control the mind of the man but the man did as he was told and the tests proved that he was over ten times more smarter than the average human. When the fighting tests came into hand, the infected man surpassed it greatly, proving to be a deadly opponent. Lastly, Wesker tested the parasite that was supposed to take over the body. He was almost surprised to find that the infected man was the one controlling the parasite and something else that came with being injected with the new Plagas virus, instead of the parasite controlling him.

Wesker closed the freezer door and made his way over to the strapped down and hysterical man. He slowly raised the Las Plagas virus that was set inside of a needle, then slowly lowered it to the man's neck.

Whatever had been injected into the test subject must've worn off because as soon as the needle plunged into the man's bloodstream he began to kick and scream all over again. It quickly evolved into body spasms as the virus took ahold of his body and mind.

Everything went as planned and the creation of yet another infected victim was successful. Wesker had to leave the room as soon as he made sure the victim was locked up in some confined place.

He was in the room with all the camera fed televisions, watching as Frost shouted at a passing car, looking soaking wet. Wesker left as quickly as he had arrived and went out the only exit of the building that was hidden and unknown of to the rest of the Umbrella employees, except for a few, one of them being the doctor that always accompanied him.

The night air was freezing and the wind was threatening to pull his sunglasses directly off of his face. He could hear the distant moaning of the flesh eating people that wandered around just outside of this place. They weren't a threat to him so he didn't care as he got closer and closer.

The first zombie that appeared before him was fairly short, most likely a child. It ran towards him when he was in a close distance, but Wesker dodged the small figure and walked on down the path. He stopped and raised his gun. To the human eye there was nothing in the scrub brush ahead, but Wesker could see in the dark. One round left his Desert Eagle and hit a hiding zombie right between the eyes.

He really had no idea what resided out here. He had only given premission for the zombies to roam when he hadn't been paying attention to the person who was pressing the issue. So when he came upon some of the mutated ones that swung at his head with their claws, he had no choice but to kill them, even though they could be valuable bio weapons, they were still expendable in his mind.

They weren't quite like the crimson heads. Their skin was still the same sickly color and their movements were the same as any average zombie. But these zombies that had mutated from being left alone for so long had longer limbs that were beyond normal by anyone's opinion. Claws, short but still long enough to cause some damage, jutted out of their fingers around three millometers higher than a fingernail should. Boils and blisters accompanied them and grew and popped all over their skin, like boiling water on a stove.

Another one tried to kill Wesker but he simply brought his foot up high enough and crashed the creature's head into the ground with the heel of his foot where he put enough force on to crush the skull of the evolved zombie and sent pieces of it flying all over the place.

By now Wesker was getting all the attention from the undead people. He ignored them and walked on, not wasting a single bullet after the last one he had fired. When he neared the road Wesker made sure that he was a good distance away so the girl wouldn't sense his presence.

Frost was staring into the darkness past the tiny camera and saw something move behind a tree. She couldn't make out exactly what or who it was, but she knew that whatever it was, was dangerous. She forced herself to stand up and began to run.

But as soon as she placed her right foot infront of her left to dash off, a hand had latched itself onto her shoulder. She was spun around and before she could react a fist had collided with her stomach, knocking her out by doing so.

Wesker slung the girl over his shoulder and headed towards the old factory, feeling like he had accomplished something so great that it caused the corner of his mouth to curl up and form a small grin.