AN: HA! TWO CHAPTERS IN ONE DAY! BOOYAH! Anyway, I should've warned everyone that in this story, Chris is a huge dick at first. But you'll see that soon change later on as the story progresses. Now that Alana has entered the picture, what does the future hold for her? Shall we find out? ONTO THE STORY!
Alana now sat inside Wesker's office on the sofa, clutching her bear close to her chest. She had given the wallets back to their respective owners (Chris had snatched his back, grumbling something about 'little thief' and 'jail', which earned a glare from the Captain) and now had a blanket wrapped around her, thanks to Jill. As the Captain walked inside, he closed the door behind him so Chris would not rudely interrupt him. He had to figure out what to do with Irons if he ever caught wind of this. It seemed most things never escaped the Chief's eyes and ears. Sitting behind his desk, he looked over to the obviously still nervous young girl.
"There's no reason to be nervous here. You're safe," Wesker assured her, keeping his tone soft like before around her.
"But... that man out there..." Alana started to say and Wesker knew exactly who she was talking about for he gave a smirk.
"He's not coming in here. I made sure he stayed away from you. It's obvious that you needed that money to survive on the streets. But you know what you did was wrong, right?" Upon seeing her nod and look down in shame, he sighed and came around his desk and sat down beside her, placing a hand on her shoulder. "But you don't have to do that anymore. You're with us now. If you ever need anything, just ask."
Nodding again, the two would then turn upon hearing the door open and in came Jill, a cup of hot cocoa in her left hand. "Hey there, sweetie. You ok?" she would ask, sitting on her other side and handing her the cup. Alana would just nod and sipped at it, smiling in content upon the warm chocolate dancing on her tongue. The master of unlocking turned to see the bear upon her lap. "That's a cute little bear. Did your Mom and Dad give that to you?"
Mentioning the bear brought a wider smile to the girl's face. "Uh-huh. His name is Lancelot. Daddy named him after the brave knight in the stories, saying he'll protect me when he's not there." But that smile soon faded as quick as it came. Jill also frowned and hugged the little girl gently.
"I'm sorry... I shouldn't have brought that up," she sighed.
Alana just nods as she fought back tears. Wesker couldn't help but also feel sorry for her as he stroked her hair. 'Damn you Spencer... how much more pain and misery will you cause?!' he thought, anger boiling up behind his hidden eyes. It seemed even small children like Alana were not off limits in his so called master plan.
"... Umbrella killed them," she would suddenly blurt out, making Jill and Wesker freeze in what they were doing.
"Whoa hold on... Umbrella? The pharmaceutical company? You said THEY killed them? That's quite a big accusation," Jill would ask, now looking puzzled as she raised an eyebrow at the girl.
"Yeah. Umbrella killed them. They took me away from my parents. They did... things to me. I can't remember how long I was there, but the things they did didn't stop!" By now, the girl began shaking a bit. Jill quickly grabbed the cup before it fell from her grip and placed it on the desk as Alana grabbed her head, eyes shutting tightly. "Everything hurt... they didn't stop! They never left me alone! They stuck needles in me!" Suddenly, some of the things in the room started to shake. The two looked up in shock as one of the pictures fell from the wall, the glass protecting the picture of the Alpha Team shattering. "I don't want to go back there! I WON'T!" Another picture on Wesker's desk was suddenly pushed off by an unknown force, the wooden frame cracking a bit upon impact.
'What the...?! What the hell's going on!?' Jill thought wildly as she saw the two frames falling.
'She's gotta be doing this..! Her power must react to her emotions! She's using psychokinesis!' Wesker thought otherwise before taking the girl into his arms. "Alana, calm down. It's ok... shhh... it's ok..." he soothed her, rubbing her back. "I must agree with Jill. This is a big accusation towards them-"
"But it WAS them! They're looking for me! Please you gotta believe me! It was Umbrella! They were at my house and they killed my parents!" Alana begged Wesker now, clutching his wrists desperately.
"Alana, settle down. We hear you," Jill spoke up, rubbing her back. "We're going to look into this, right Captain?"
"Indeed we will. We'll find out what's going on and if Umbrella is responsible, we'll see to it that justice is done," Wesker nods in return and Alana finally calmed herself. The objects in the room stopped shaking upon her mental state easing down. But she then got up, turned around and pulling down the left side of her shoulder, the two would see the Umbrella logo burned into her shoulder along with a five digit number underneath. By now, Barry had come into the office, hearing the racket and his eyes went wide upon seeing the tattoo.
"Jesus Christ... Umbrella did this!?" he gasped in shock while Jill's fingers gingerly touched it.
"To an innocent girl, nonetheless. That's just wrong!" Jill spoke in disgust, glaring at the tattoo.
"I told you... Umbrella. They're bad. They're not who you think they are," Alana whimpered as her own fingers brushed against it before pulling her shirt back up. Then she sat down, hugging herself under the blanket that had fallen off when she stood up. The Umbrella tattoo made her feel as if she were just cattle to them. Cattle to do with as they pleased before being sent for the slaughterhouse when their use was over. But Alana had defied the odds and ran from that place.
"Now the million dollar question is this... what are we going to tell Irons?" Barry asked, bringing up a good point. What WERE they going to say? If Irons found out they lied, their jobs would be jeopardy. And Alana's life would be shattered.
"I believe for now, we keep quiet about this unless Irons mentions it. Should he do so, I'll deal with him." Wesker then knelt down in front of the young girl. "We're not going to let anything happen to you. I promise," he said, placing a hand on her shoulder.
"Believe me, you don't want to meet Chief Irons. He's one mean man," Jill shook her head, her tone filled with warning.
"He's the lousiest son of a bitch to ever walk this earth," Joseph added, popping his head in.
"Frost, language!" Wesker snapped at him firmly, causing Joseph to clap a hand over his mouth, realizing Alana was in there with them.
"Sorry..." Joseph whispered, cringing from the verbal slap on the wrist for his choice of words.
"Captain Wesker shouldn't have to warn you, Frost. Correct your vocabulary, otherwise there will be consequences." Barry spoke up, looking towards Alana. "You said Umbrella... experimented on you? Could you tell us where they took you? That would give us a lead." He said softly yet gruffly, probably due to his fairly deep voice. "Anything you can tell us, or are willing to tell us would be a great help. And trust us, we'll keep you safe and bring them to justice for their crimes.
Alana looked down for a moment, sitting on the sofa, deep in thought. "All I remember was that I was kept in a small room. And the place they took me to had a large lab... and something inside a tank of water. It looked human but... its heart was outside the chest. That's all I saw before they took me into another area in the lab. And that's where..." she had to stop, her throat clogging up with tears that threatened to surface again. "That's all I remember," she spoke after a few moments of silence. "After I escaped, I didn't turn around but I remember running through the forest... and I wound up here."
"Wait... the forest? As in Raccoon Forest?" Jill asked, both eyebrows going up a bit.
Alana nods and the team looked at each other, all sharing a look of surprise. "If she says that facility is nearby then... Captain, we gotta check it out!" Joseph said before looking to Wesker.
"... We need further proof in order for us to investigate the place she described. Alana, if you can remember where it is, can you take us there?" Wesker would ask of her and she gave a hesitant nod, not liking the idea of returning to that place. But she had to if Umbrella was going to be stopped. "In the meantime, we'll start gathering clues. Alana, I want you to tell us everything you know or remember. If something comes up, tell us immediately, ok?"
"Ok," Alana nods back to him in reply.
After two long hours of trying to remember and recollecting, despite the pain it brought her and almost caused her power to manifest a few times, Wesker was now looking over the notes he had written down. But already... he knew where she was talking about. He had been there ever since he started working for Umbrella. And she knew of the horrors that she had spoken of. Still she could not help but feel sympathetic towards her. And yet... there was great potential lying within her. Her powers were remarkable, but obviously lacked control on Alana's part. Then again, being forced through experiments and inheriting these powers unwillingly would have any small child scared for their lives. He looked over to the girl, whom was now asleep on the office couch, curled under the blanket with her teddy bear, Lancelot. Looking down at the notes one more time, he gave a sigh and ran a hand through her hair. Now she had escaped and he now had her in his grasp, he was not willing to let go of her anytime soon.
'Spencer will pay for this... this I swear it,' he vowed in his mind before going over to Alana, keeping his footsteps as quiet as possible in order not to wake her up. He stroked her hair with a gloved hand. 'I promise Alana... I'll get Umbrella for this. They are going down.'
Jill came in later to deliver the reports from earlier and spotted Wesker near Alana. A soft smile appeared on her lips before quietly placing the file on his desk before whispering "Irons wants to see you."
Nodding, he tucked Alana in before heading for the Chief's office. As Wesker approached the door, Irons was already inviting him in. 'Expecting me, indeed.' Wesker thought to himself. "You wanted to see me Brian?"
Irons turned round in his chair and frowned. "I have warned you before about how you address me, Wesker. It's Chief Irons. Or else."
Wesker frowned himself. "If you insist, Brian."
Irons' face contorted with rage. He stood up, slamming a fat fist on his desk. "You're damn right I insist, Wesker! Now I'm demanding you call me Chief, or face my wrath!" After several tense moments of each man staring with intense hatred, Irons calmed and sat down again. "Now then, the report on the thief? Have you caught him?" Wesker shook his head. "Well why the fuck not?!" he then bellowed.
Wesker calmly replied "Because he shot himself before I could corner him."
Irons allowed himself a grin, lowering his voice. "Ah, well then. That saves on doing the paperwork, had you caught him. I'll have him crossed off our wanted list. Good work, Wesker." Irons stopped talking and started writing in his black book. He stopped briefly to look up. "Why are you still here? GET OUT OF MY OFFICE!"
Wesker glared at him a moment more before turning on his heel and heading out of the office. He noticed some of the Alpha Team was staring up at him, having a good idea why their Captain had been called in. Upon seeing the crew looking up, he just shook his head before saying "Get back to work, all of you." Work slowly resumed, just as he made it back to his office. Hearing Alana stir on the couch, he looked over. "Mr. Wesker...?"
"Shhh... it's alright. Go back to sleep," he soothed her, patting her head gently. Without a second thought, the little girl fell right back to sleep as Wesker sat down behind his desk, returning to his own paperwork.
As the shift ended, most of STARS had already gone home, except for Jill and Wesker, who had stayed behind to finish what was left of the paperwork. Alana had woken not too long ago and patiently waited for her caretaker to finish up with what he had. In her hands was a can of Coca-Cola, which she happily sipped at. A couple of times, Wesker had to tell her not to slurp. "It's rude and young ladies do not slurp," he said to her and she nodded in understanding, trying to be more quieter.
"Goodnight, Captain!" Jill called before leaving the office. Now it was just Alana and Wesker. Just then, her little stomach began to growl, making Wesker look up and smirk a bit.
"Hungry?" He would receive a nod in reply before he handed her a dollar. "Use that for the machines inside the staff room. I'm sure Valentine showed you where it was right?" Another nod and she would head off for the staff room. A few minutes later, she came with a bag of barbecue chips. She would immediately dig in, savoring each bite of them. It had been such a long time since she tasted chips of any kind. Wesker chuckled and shook his head before looking back down at his paperwork and completing what was left of it.
Finally placing his pen down after half an hour, Wesker stacked his work in a neat pile before setting it to one corner of his desk before grabbing his coat. "Ready to go?"
"Yeah!" Alana grinned now. He had been talking about taking her home with him and was ecstatic about the idea. As they exited the office and came outside, Wesker would suddenly kneel down, his back facing her.
"Get on," he smirked to her and she jumped on his back, latching her arms around his neck and legs around his waist. Together, they headed for home.
"Thanks for taking me, Mr. Wesker," Alana said, laying her head on his shoulder.
"Please... call me Wesker."
It seems that Wesker DOES indeed have a heart. What future awaits for young Alana? Find out next time on RESIDENT EVIL: FALL FROM GRACE!
AN: Sorry if I made Wesker a bit OOC in this. You'll see the badass Tyrant we know and love later on ^^