Author's Note: What's this? A double update? Coming from me? Amazing! Well I couldn't help myself and just not being able to write anything else began to bother me. But alas, I bring you some not so good news. With these two chapters, that means only one chapter remains for this story. I do not intend on writing a prequel, but I'm planning on writing a new RE fanfiction in a few months prior to this story ending. Sorry to have disappointed anyone.

Crimson Ribbons

Chapter 9

Oh Vivica, I wish you well

Wesker watched on through the small television monitors placed directly in front of him as Leon flipped through the folder he had purposely left behind. He let a cold grin form icily on his lips, containing the urge to go down there and finish the dumbfounded man off. Sadly, Wesker couldn't afford to make his thoughts into actions.

Turning to look at another screen, the blond man could see through quite a bit of static, the infamous teenager struggling to get out. When he watched one of the straps give out from the obviously pressure she was applying, Wesker cursed the Infinity virus, his virus.

"That won't do."

He went to exit the room when gunfire irrupted from somewhere within the labs. Not doubting the idea of his creations being shot down by either Leon and his fellow men or Umbrella's shocked scientists, Wesker couldn't help but glance back to stare at the television screens decorating the wall before him.

To his left, several slow moving figures, zombies he was sure, staggered towards a group of people wearing white lab coats. They met their fate soon after, boring Wesker. So instead of leaving, the blond pressed a small red button on a remote he had placed neatly in his pocket. A buzzing noise rang throughout his sensitive ears before the camera angle on one of the screens changed, giving Wesker a first hand view of what had been released.

He knew, yes, but there was nothing better than seeing newly created monsters emerge from their cages for the first time and eat anything moving. The sight only made Wesker's grin widen, showing two sharp looking eye teeth that hung unnaturally away from the others. He looked on and could've been mistaken as troubled when one of the creatures was flung into a wall, a large hole in it's stomach from a bullet hole, no doubt from a shotgun.

Someone Wesker didn't recognize entered the screen, killing all his newborn children in the process of doing so. When the blond pressed the zoom button on the black frame around the television screen, he got a better look of who it was and calmed down somewhat. Not that he was shocked or anything.

Leon. That man, just like all the others before him, seemed to ruin all the plans he had secretly formed inside his mind. And as he watched the man he was trying to get killed, Wesker came up with an idea, one he should have thought of a long time ago.

"Mister Kennedy, you are in for a treat, I'm afraid."

Wesker left the room altogether and lightly shut the door behind him, as to draw no unwanted attention to himself. He didn't need any light source, be it light or a simple candle, to see in the pitch black hallways. His supernatural night vision worked wonders at times like this.

He passed several bodies, even the creature that Leon had killed with his high powered shotgun. But unlike Leon and his buddies, Wesker walked up to a wall, one that looked just like another part of the blood stained hallway, and pressed lightly on it.

A green light appeared under the blood, barely visible, giving Wesker the signal to go on. There was a light rumbling noise when a single automatic door slid open, allowing the blond to have absolute access to the other hallways and rooms within.

Just like he had done so many times before, Wesker neared the room where Vivica was being held. He stopped just as an armless zombie came into his line of view and quickly disposed of it with a single shot from his Desert Eagle. Oh, but where there was one there had to another and that's exactly what Wesker found out as nearly twenty others spilled over the one he shot down, arms outstretched, the ones that had them anyways.

Aiming for a head shot, the man with the sunglasses on hit his target and was rewarded with the sound of a bullet going through one's head and into another. With two down from a single bullet and eight teen left to go, Wesker soon found himself out of ammo. Nevertheless, the blond had a trick up his sleeve, one that would cause some pain from all the medication he had released into his body.

The sound of tearing cloth filled the crowded hallway as Wesker let go of all the self control he held within himself and quickly felt a growing sensation, a powerful one at that, spread throughout every limb and every hair on his body. Eyes glowing a bright red, even from behind his dark shades, Wesker dashed towards the group of zombies and tore through them like a pair of scissors to a piece of thin paper.

One obstacle over come, Wesker tried to keep the tyrant within himself at bay, but was only presented with another problem when he realized that he had torn his lab coat and his black suit top while turning into the creature he harbored inside. And if his appearance wasn't the only issue at hand, the tyrant was too, fighting for control once more.

There was no other choice but to return back to the labs where the medications he required were safely kept hidden. Stalking through the halls, Wesker pressed onward while fighting the tyrant at the exact same time.

Strap two now dangled loosely at her side. Vivica glared down at the remaining bother, wishing looks could kill or in this case, break through the strong fabric that was imprisoning her. She had broke free from the one holding back her legs and the one over her chest, but the last one, the strongest one it seemed, was near her neck so every time she attempted to sit up, hoping that it was enough force to free herself, the teenager found that the only results were the lack of air reaching her tired lungs.

"Smart, isn't he?" She asked no one in particular. "Can't wait to see what his reaction is when Mister 'High and Mighty' finds out that I've escaped."

There was only one choice left, as Vivica figured. So if she really did poses this 'Infinity Virus' that gave her super inhuman powers, then maybe she could use them to her advantage and get out of this horrible place.

She grinned.

Had she known that Wesker had done the same thing she was about to attempt, Vivica would've stopped for a while to think things through. But she had no such knowledge and, as she forced that living thing inside of her to show itself, Vivica couldn't think of anything better than this.

Crystal, turquoise eyes were beginning to turn color as crimson leaked into them. With that, pain quickly followed suit, only driving the need to escape further as the teenager struggled to bring forth the power she desperately needed.

Clenching her teeth, Vivica tasted blood when they grew, driving the needle like bones into her bottom lip. She felt something crawling under her skin and looked down; a gray, almost blue color showing up as the tyrant within began to show itself.

Never before had she felt so much power flowing through her body. Vivica was stunned from both shock and pain when the transformation came to a halt. She pushed upright, expecting the strap to hold her back into place, but was met with a quick snap as the thick fabric flew all around the room in thousands of different pieces.

"Wow." Vivica jumped at how raspy and dry her voice sounded. "Must have something to do with the virus," she guessed while making her way towards the white cabinet, suddenly looking so different. It was weird how things changed once you got out of a chair that you had been tortured and kept in for who knew how long.

Wesker sure had a lot of paper work to do. Vivica picked up a folder that held multiple photographs in it and the top secret information and all, into the air where its contents fluttered about.

"Might as well leave a good bye present."

The glass encased office looked like a perfect target. All she wanted to do was mess some papers up or break a couple things, but the tyrant demanded something else. Before she knew it, her fist was sticking through the other side of the glass, blood dripping down her cut knuckles.

"Damn it!" She pulled her bloody hand out and was amazed by how little pain she felt, which was barely nothing at all. "I can't believe I never thought of this before." A picture of herself from before, taken in place she held no memories of, landed neatly by her feet. "That's right, Vivica never existed before the generous Wesker had to fill me in on all the details!"

She thought of breaking the glass again, but became interested in something else.

Screaming from in a different room?

"Can't be. Nobody should be left alive. Maybe I can help." She dashed through the doors she had wanted so badly to see burn to the ground and stopped abruptly when the remains of several zombies from Wesker's earlier attack came in contact with her feet. "That's right, I can't. I'm a fucking monster now!"

Kicking a bloody limb while listening as men, two or three, shouted loudly, bringing forth a ringing noise in her sensitive ears. Vivica stared blandly at the blood coated walls and wondered how she was going to get out of this mess, one more complicated than the last.

Her footsteps echoed in the single, tight hallway. She had completely covered her legs with the blood of others and was feeling ill from the stench rolling off the sticky liquid. There was no time to stop and nowhere for her to rest, fearing that if she didn't occupy the beast within her, it would gain total control and she wound become what she had feared upon knowing just what it was that she harbored deep, down inside.

Not so deep anymore, Vivica thought to herself as she neared a door that came out of nowhere in particular. Gotta hurry up and get out of here.

She had absolutely no idea what room she had entered, but was hoping it only paved the road to freedom a little more smoother. Unsurprisingly, the door only lead into a room where a red light flashed on and off, purposely trying to fry her nerves.

Maps and blue prints of the building she was now imprisoned in were tacked and nailed to the walls behind them. She could easily depict which ones were important, tearing them down as she came across them. Her perfect night vision helped her find a very important room she was looking for; the controls room.

"If I can get to there and find something useful and put a stop to these fucked up things, then god damn it I will."

Grabbing an arm load of papers, Vivica exited the room in a hurry and reentered the bloody hallway. She kept her path straight, always keeping an eye out for Wesker or any of those things he probably created.

She could smell cleaner air than that of the hallway and wrapped her free hand around an automatic door, not bothering to press the 'open' button. She grit her teeth and pulled back, feeling the metal of it burst under the pressure.

"Screw this."

Vivica kicked the door, using a great amount of power that she pressed into her leg. She didn't look down, only heard a loud bang as the door collided behind her. With that done, the teenage tyrant raced towards the place marked on her map.

The main lobby sure looked a far ways away, but she would manage. If that place held nothing of any importance, Vivica decided that she would leave the place as it was. Their own, sick creations could do the job she was intending on carrying out; destroying the building and anyone within it, via self destruction of the entire factory, even though they wouldn't be able to explode it. Only she could.

But where would she go after that?