Author's note: I am back after a little break I took to write a new story and start another. School is starting yet again so the updates will be limited and the chapters not as long. There's probably five or six chapters left to this story. Anyways this will be the last update for the next week or so because I'm taking a leave from fanfiction for a bit to plan and write a new story, which has to be the most creative as of yet. Here is chapter six and review, I'm begging you.

Crimson Ribbons

Chapter six

When the world comes a tumblin'

Sitting in her confined office building in the heart of the old factory, Wesker's assistant doctor sat infront of her computer, mindlessly clicking the mouse that her right hand rested on.

Much needed to be done with the new test subject in their hands. They could gain much power from this girl and the world would feel their wrath for sending Umbrella out of business, or so everyone believed.

The room was pitch black and it was almost two in the morning. The captive had been brought in just a couple hours ago and already much preparations had to be done. She was looking for some files that Wesker had mentioned that he had on her. Of course she never really understood any of the jibber jabber that spilled out of his mouth. Something about her already being in the hands of his and blah, blah, blah.

All of their most important folders inside the computer had been lost due to the destruction of the second Raccoon City, the one that caused them the loss of the Infinity virus as well. So the doctor had to dig deep into many of the Umbrella records to find the exact thing Wesker wanted her to look for.

It was colored red and stood out like a sore thumb on the computer screen amongst the hundreds and thousands of other folders that were only a creamy yellow color. When the doctor double clicked on it, another window popped up.

Damn Wesker and his password protected things.

She would just have think up every possible thing that would be the correct password until she finally gave up and had to search every square inch of this place for the man with the sunglasses, although he was probably in that lab with the test subject.

Umbrella, no. Infinity, no. Wesker, no. Zombie, no. Tyrant, no. Nothing seemed to work, but she tried anyways.

From outside of the room she could hear some shouting, most likely an escaped victim, but the doctor paid no attention to it and continued on with trying to get into the folder which held some of the most important information they needed on the girl.

Unknown to the doctor, a figure had entered her room so quietly that anything that could've been described as loud was muffled with the sound of the mouse being clicked and the noise that the keyboard made as her fingers moved and pressed down upon them.

It was moving in a slugish manner, it's head rolled to the side with only it's neck supporting it. The shadow was thirsty for blood and the person sitting infront of the light the computer gave off was a pretty easy target, especially if she was oblivious to what was lurking in the dark behind her.

"What the hell could Wesker possibly have the password as? Nothing works!"

The doctor threw her hands up in the air and let them dangle at her sides. Without the noise of the keyboard or mouse the doctor could hear a noise. It sounded like something was being dragged upon the carpeted floor of her office.

She whirled around and saw nothing in the dark mass of the room. She narrowed her eyes a bit to try to see more of the room just incase her eyes were fooling her, but still saw nothing. The doctor went back to trying to bust the password lock and ignored the noises that continued to echo around the room, even though she couldn't hear them now.

Scratch.

Pause.

Scratch.

Pause.

The noises over powered the sound of the keyboard and this had the doctor on edge. It was like something was right behind her. But there couldn't be. If something was in her office she would know it, right?

Scratch.

Pause.

Scratch.

Pause.

Now she was shaking. She was afraid to turn around and thought that maybe if she ignored the noise once more it would go away.

Wrong.

The scratching of flesh upon the carpet continued and the level of the noise increased up to the point where the doctor's limbs were twitching.

Scratch...

That one was directly behind her for sure. She spun around and saw the jaws of an undead victim and the last thing she felt was pain. A great amount in her face, for that is where the zombie bit her and sunk it's teeth into the doctor's forehead before pulling back and taking most of her face with it like it was a mask.

Wesker was reading a chart while observing the unconscious girl that was strapped down tightly in the chair he had customized by himself for such purposes.

Not surprisingly the girl had no information about her and no family or friends whatsoever. She probably lived on the street or something like that. On the piece of paper he was reading it said she had attended a highschool in the city no too far off from here. And from the information given, she was not associated with anyone.

The man with the sunglasses on put the chart on a tiny metal table that was crowded with various medical tools and some that the smarter scientists in Umbrella had manufactured. He went to the sink in the back and took out a pair of latex rubber gloves that had been stuffed in a box. After that he went into the little office and came back out with a needle in his hands.

The formula inside was to awaken the sleeping girl. He wanted her alive through the whole prodcedure so he could witness the changes she took on. They would be much more interesting if she could feel the pain.

This time however, Wesker only wanted to abstract a sample of the Infinity virus from her, which he knew she possed without a doubt. From there he would simply store it away and use that pure sample to create many more and would hopefully work.

A small droplet of blood formed around the punture wound on her arm as Wesker injected her with a pretty harmless liquid, blue in color and very watery. He watched as the girl stirred and then a fist flung up, breaking his sunglasses.

Maybe it wasn't a good idea to stand over an awakening tyrant with one helluva punch.

Frost bolted upright but the straps held her firmly in place, causing her to whiplash back into the chair and stare up at the ceiling with anger bruning in her eyes. She clearly didn't want to be here and began to thrash around her chair.

No straps were going to hold her back!

Wesker grinned at her failing attempts to escape and went back into the small office area and came out with yet another needle, this one empty. He went back to the chair and laughed coldly as she glared up at him.

"You bastard! I should've smashed through those glasses and ripped your eyes out!"

While he had been in the office the older man had replaced his broken sunglasses with a new pair so the blinding light didn't hurt his eyes, but it sure hurt Frost's eyes and it was making her even more tempermental and twitchy.

"Hey, I'm talking to you, ya big weirdo!"

Wesker leaned over and ignored her insults and mindless yelling. He let her examine the needle before lowering it to her skin.

"What the hell are you doing?" Frost waited until he got close enough and spit in his face, but his sunglasses were in the way.

"That's quite enough now." Wesker whiped the spit off his sunglasses with the latex gloves and continued with taking the sample from Frost. "Hold still."

"Like hell."

The captive girl slid her arm away from him and tucked it closer to her body. She sat up a bit and then placed as much of it as she could under her back and lowered herself back down. But Wesker grabbed for her other arm before she could react and had already plunged the needle into her arm.

It was out in a second, filled with as much blood as he wanted. Wesker took it to the office and stored it in a miniature fridge. With that done he went back out into the room and watched Frost fight even harder to get out.

Leon, Michael, and Barret looked closely at the maps as they planned out what they were going to do. So far the plan was to get into the factory and steal whatever samples they could and then search for Wesker.

It sounded simple but it was Umbrella they were up against and nothing with them was simple by all means. They would have to be heavily armed and ready for the unknown, especially with all the twisted things that had been made in the past, who knew what had been evolved or created by now.

When it finally got to late to stay up any longer, they all retired to their own beds and slept. Each and every one of their minds would not rest and thought of all the things that could happen, what could go wrong, and who would get hurt and what the outcome would be...if they made it out alive.

She knew she should've ran away when she had the chance. She shouldn't have wasted all her energy just running here. What was she thinking?

Like a broken mirror, her thoughts shattered into a millions pieces as Wesker walked up to her again with another needle in his hands.

Oh, how kind of him.

Frost struggled and struggled until she had pissed Wesker off so much that he had to result in slapping her across the face, and rather hard too.

"I'm gonna rip your fucking head off!"

She lunged forward, straps or no straps, and tried bitting his hand. It didn't work of course because he simply pulled back his hand. Wesker went to slap her again but the thing inside of her reacted and she clamped her teeth down onto his index finger and put as much pressure as she could until she tasted blood.

"This is ridiculous." The man with the sunglasses on struck Frost with the needle and watched as the struggling ceased and she clamed down somewhat.

"When I get out of this stupid chair I'm going to kill you, whoever you are."

"Ah, but you do know me, I'm sure of it because I know who you are," Wesker knealed down and whispered quietly into her ear: "Vivica..."

There was no way the girl could protest as she fell into a deep slumber from the drug that Wesker had injected into her blood stream.