Matt's strong upper arm muscles twitched violently as they injected more of the T-Virus into his arm. He screamed in pain, the needles didn't hurt him, he was tough, but the pain from his arms, mostly his left, where he had been originally scratched by the Licker on the train, burned. The chains that held his body in place on the wall made loud banging noises as his arms had their own mini seizures, the pain was now uncontrollable.
His head was dripping with sweat, he had a fever of about 103 degrees, although he was not aware of it. Every now and then his vision became blurred.
"Why did this have to happen? Why to me?" He thought to himself. One week before his wedding. One fucking week until he was married to the woman of his dreams. And he was here in this Umbrella complex, chained to a wall, being injected with the T-Virus. The pain in his arms was almost unbearable.
He tried to think of Noira's happy smiling face, coming to kiss him, or whisper sweet nothings into his ear. He imagined her warm body next to his when they were lying in bed at night. The way her hair spread out from her head, matching the dark eyebrows that lined her thoughtful face when she read at night before falling asleep, the little bed lamp illuminating her delicate, slightly bent form. He forgot about the pain of reality and forced himself to push it away. He thought only of Noira.
Or the innocent, hurt look she sometimes gave him when her feelings were injured or she was nervous or scared. How she would bury her head in his shirt, comforted by his strong arms and encouraging voice. Just like she did before you left this morning. When you told her everything would be ok... OK! He laughed to himself. Oh everything was fine now. Pretty soon he would be among the living dead, and everything was fine! He sighed and shook his head dismally. Any warm thoughts that had pushed the pain away earlier thinking about his fiancé were receding faster then frightened deer from a hungry pack of wolves.
Just then a woman named Dana entered the small white room. She had on a white lab coat, almost exactly like the one Noira wore, except that instead of Noira's beautiful face smiling from the ID tag, it was Dana's cruel frown. The person inside the coat was different as well. Noira's fine young form, smiling and happy, warm and inviting, was replaced by a woman who looked twice as old then she really was because she always wore a wrinkled frown. Dana was cold, harsh, and menacing.
Even in the few hours Matt had been in the testing facility, he had already labeled Dana as his tormentor. She was the one who oversaw his injections of the virus. She had directed them to inject the large needles in his arms, into whatever blood vessels they could find, instead of simply using the large ones on his tender inner elbows. Those were used to being pierced with needles, however, his upper arms held more pain for him.
Today she came in to torture him with words.
"Well, well, well... what do we have here?" she asked him with a crude smile, gazing the length of his body, up and down, eyes shimmering with delight at his mutated arms.
"I have run a background check on you, Mr. Addison. It appears that you have been up to no good." she sighed happily,
"I don't like troublemakers, Matthew. The Umbrella Corporation doesn't like troublemakers. You, Matt, are a troublemaker." she paused, before continuing again, she was clearly enjoying what she was telling him, and choosing her words so that they would make a full impact upon him.
"It seems that you have tried to expose some of the..." she paused, "creations that Umbrella has been developing with the world. You want to bring down Umbrella." she smiled again, "I'm here to show you that you can't bring down Umbrella. And what happens to those who try to.
"We have started a new program here in this facility of the Umbrella Corporation. It is code named Nemesis. You, Matt, the troublemaker, are our test subject. And don't think that you are just going to sit here and feel the physical pain of mutating. Troublemakers don't get it that easy. I am going to make your life a living hell up until the day you can't remember what you are doing, or even who you are.
"Once the mutation is complete, Umbrella will be able to control you. We will have a biological weapon at our disposal that is virtually indestructible. You are going to be that weapon. You will have no past memory, and will kill whoever we tell you to kill. You would kill your own best friend without even a second of hesitation. That is where I am going to have some fun..." she laughed, a hideous, evil laugh.
"A few other things turned up on your background check, Mr. Addison. Like where your house is, what car you drive, where you work. But there was one thing that caught my interest. I know about your little fiancé, Matt. Your little Noira. So I looked her up to. I could follow her every move and have a guaranteed way of killing her. I could sneak up on her while she's in bed at night and have a clean shot of her head, or while she's eating lunch. She works at Umbrella, so I have every bit of information on her that I could ever possibly need.
"But it would be much to easy to simply kill her and bring her dead body to you and shove it in your face. No, I have come up with something even better...
"Try to live with this, Mr. Troublemaker. She knows that we have you and she knows what you are going to mutate into. Once you are fully mutated, with no prior memory, I am going send you to kill her. To you, she will just be some random woman you were sent to destroy. To her, the love of her life murdered her. To see your approaching figure tear into her flesh is much better then anything I could have done. And you will be powerless to stop yourself."
She stopped speaking and smiled at his horrified face. She opened her mouth to speak again when her pager began to beep. She silenced it and glanced at the little screen.
"Time for me to go, but I think I've said everything I've needed to. You have enough to brood over. Like how you plan on killing your wife. Or rather, I will plan it for you. I think a grenade launcher to the head is to painless. I think we'll go with you ripping her flesh into a million tiny pieces. Pieces of what was almost your wife." she laughed viciously and left the room. Matt heard three different locks seal behind her.
He was going to kill his fiancé... sweet, innocent Noira...
Before, Noira had worked for Umbrella to find a way to destroy the company, part of her fiance's quest, even though he hadn't wanted her to get into that part of his life. She'd always hated Umbrella because of what they had done to people. Now that her own life had been affected in such a huge way, she could not look at the company the same.
She couldn't work. At lunch she wanted to strangle all of her coworkers, even her friends. They were either so ignorant that they hadn't realized the truth about the corporation, or they did know the truth and didn't want to take action. She refused to be the latter of the two.
She thought over what she had to do to infiltrate White Umbrella. It didn't matter if she died in the process, she had nothing to live for anymore. Her first lead would be to find Matt's sister's contact within the hive, the one who had survive the 'Hive Incident', as it was now called around Umbrella.