Chapter 3: A New Project

Umbrella base: Island off the coast of Asia Date: January 11, 2004

The many scientists mumbled to one another while walking down the corridor, their starch white lab coats rustling softly as they walked. Many of them had portfolios in their hands and the ones that didn't were sitting at one of the many round tables on lap tops in the lunch area. Dr.Josh Ogle and Dr.James Johnson walked through the hallway just beyond the lunch area. Quietly they kept each others pace, their shoes making a soft clicking noise as they made contact with the off-white tile floor. Occasionally they would nod at each other and talk about the upcoming experiment, but soon after they would once again have their heads buried in the files they had in their hands.
Dr.Johnson glanced at his watch, "Good God, we're going to be late for the experiment!" He said giving a quick glance at Josh then quickening his pace. As usual though, his gaze quickly returned back to the human test subject's profile. The test subject was a young man; he had wanted to test this virus out for quite some time. Of course, he was not the man to be late on an occasion like this with.
In the picture posted beside the person's name, he had combed back blonde hair, his eyes hidden behind a pair of dark shades placed on the bridge of his nose. The name read Albert James Wesker. Everyone else knew him as Lord Spencer's right hand man when it came down to the dirty work. He had already been injected with the T-virus that seemed to give him super-human powers such as strength and speed far beyond any human's abilities.
Josh looked up and nodded, giving James the signal to open the large metal door as they reached the end of the hallway. A fingerprint scanner and a retina scanner designed to restrict access to the testing room sat on the wall to the left side of the door. James leaned forward, placing his hand on the scanner and putting his head slightly down on the retina scanner. A bright red beam of light scanned across his eye quickly, and then a soft click opened the door as a comforting female voice greeted him through the speaker.

"Welcome, Dr. Johnson." James reached for the door knob and twisted it, opening the door to reveal a large room decorated with test tubes and one restraining table. Sitting on the restraining table with only a pair of loose workout pants on was the famous Albert Wesker. He looked down at his watch, and then locked his gaze on the two researchers. Wesker wagged his finger, speaking to the researchers in an icy tone of voice.

"You're late... You both know I do not put up with being late." The two researcher's faces completely fell to ones of pure terror. Wesker's body tensed and a small frown was etched on his face. "Don't worry, I won't kill you…yet." Wesker said replacing his frown with a smirk that sent chills down their spines.
The two scientists moved towards the small table and set their files down. They looked at each other, exchanging small sighs before turning back to Wesker. Dr. Ogle walked over to the restraining table and leaned over Wesker's Body. After putting five metal bars across his chest, legs, and arms to restrain him he went back to join Dr. Johnson at the small table. Of course the bars wouldn't be able to restrain him if he really wanted out. The thought of just breaking free of them and killing the two doctors now made his eyes turn from ice blue to a reptile red. But he found his control and restrained him self.

Dr. Johnson walked to a refrigerator and pulled out a cylinder shaped container. It looked more like something someone would drink out of than anything else. He unscrewed the top and icy air escaped from the sides of the metallic container. He reached in and pulled out a syringe with a crimson colored fluid bubbling inside it.
Dr.Johnson returned to Wesker's side with Dr. Ogle in tow. Dr.Johnson carefully handed the syringe over wesker to Dr.Ogle on Wesker's right side. "Now, you're going to feel a little sting then a burning sensation. It's going to feel like a bee sting…one hell of a bee sting." Dr.Ogle muttered to Wesker. Wesker had to suppress the want to roll his eyes. 'Stop being a bitch and just stick it in me.' Wesker thought with a smirk. Dr.Ogle lifted his right arm, sliding the syringe into the vein in his wrist. Wesker let out a small grunt as it entered him. After a few seconds Wesker closed his eyes as he fell unconscious and his body's breathing steadied. "Put him in the tube, he'll need to be stabilized for at least three days." Josh muttered to James. "Yes, of course." James replied.

After making sure Wesker was unconscious Josh said while stripping off his gloves, "So, how bad did you think we were gonna get it when we came in?"

Three Days later

Wesker awoke in his room, very dizzy and nauseous. "Ugh... what happened?" He said to himself, his blurry vision slowly starting to reveal a small room with a burning fire on the far wall, and a large oak table in the middle of the room. In the other corner of the room was a chair where a small figure sat patiently looking at her files.

"Are you waiting on me?" Wesker said while rubbing the back of his head, and smoothing down his blonde hair in the back.
The young girl stood up and strolled towards him, allowing him to see more physical features. The young woman had long flowing red hair and a pale complexion. She was wearing a starch white lab coat that hung loosely to her small body. It did absolutely nothing for her figure as much as he could see. However, the Jeans and shirt underneath was another story. Wesker couldn't help but chuckle, the first thing he thought of when he woke up was sex. Who would have guessed?

She reached out her hand to meet his, giving a friendly handshake and a smile.
"I am the researcher who will be studying you to see the effects of the new virus number 54208."

"And who exactly are you?" Wesker said. He folded his arms across his chest after he sat up on the bed and started looking around the room for his glasses. It's not so much that the dim light in the room was bothering him it was just more comfortable for him to have them on.

"Looking for these? We had to take them off to put you in the test tube." The young woman said quietly, not making any eye contact, most likely trying to avoid his unusual eyes as she handed the dark sunglasses to him.

"Right, stop avoiding my question. Who are you?" Wesker said with his signature cold look. If looks could kill, she would definitely be dead or bleeding to death on the floor, either way it was bad for her. She thought as she pulled out a seat and sat down at the table that lay straight across from the bed he had been sleeping on. She fiddled with her hair as she locked gazes with him. "My name is Jessica, Jessica Dawn." Jessica replied, a nervous edge to her voice.

"Have we met before? You know what, forget it. I really don't care." Wesker snapped back at her. He stood up and went to stand by the door, but right before he put his finger to the scanner he took one last look at her. She was just sitting there, writing on her notepad. Probably something about his aggressiveness before. Wesker shrugged it off and went on his way, opening the door.
"Fuck you to Wesker..." Jessica said under her breath, unaware that he could her heart beat let alone her words. Right before the door closed he stopped it and said to her, "I heard that." Jessica's expression changed to a frightened look as she saw him reaching for his combat knife. Wesker finished pulling out the very sharp stainless steel knife and looked at it for a while, his eyes turning blood red as he saw the reflected look on her face. He was hungry, hungry for action and she would do just fine. He locked his gaze at her throat throwing it straight at her.
As planned, it hit its mark in the jugular. Blood streamed down her neck onto her once white lab coat. Her head slowly fell backwards and went limp. The lab coat she was wearing immediately started to turn a Crimson red, the part that excited him being that he could feel his strength growing within himself. And damn he loved that color. Wesker turned back to walk out the door when he noticed his Desert Eagle sitting on top of the desk. He casually walked over to it and picked it up, examining the .50 caliber weapon carefully.
"Just as I left it." Wesker snickered to himself, walking back out of the door into the very familiar corridor. He strolled down it to the place where the new virus had been injected into him, having unfinished business to deal with. "I'll teach you to be late with me." Wesker mumbled under his breath while switching off the safety on his Desert Eagle. The smirk on his face grew as he came closer to the large door.
"I have grown very tired of Umbrella; it is definitely time to move. How to do it this time... ah yes... I'll do it the old fashioned way." Wesker said to himself as he thought of the many ways that he could steal the new virus and get out. I'll just make a new spill of the enhanced virus.
Wesker had reached the door in no time; he ran his finger over the scanner and placed his eye slightly on the retina scanner. "Welcome Wesker." The calm voice said, unknown to it that there was nothing to be calm about when he was around. The door clicked softly as he opened it.
The two researchers stood silently, the panic within them beginning to show in their pitiful faces after hearing the name of the person who was entering.

A/N: I hope you all liked it; I am just letting you understand some things about the background of the new virus that will be dealt with during the upcoming chapters. Please R&R.

-RE Lady