Chapter 36: Virtue To Vice

A few hours later in the evening prior to Jake's last interaction with Wesker, he had unquestionably made up his mind, knowing he'd done it the moment Albert had threatened Sherry and his child. Now he set his feet into motion, them carrying him down to one of the more unused darker laboratories his father liked to work in alone.

"I agree to help you..." Jake said as soon as he'd walked through the labs threshold. "As long as you promise - to whatever hell you worship that you won't put one FOUL finger on Sherry... or my kid."

Wesker took his attention away from the microscope his eye was glued to, swiveling around in his desk chair showing a menacing grin play on his face and that he wasn't wearing his glasses; showing how truly bizarre his red-yellow iris' were.

"I knew you would come around." He replied, standing to his feet whilst shrugging off his extremely white lab coat he wore to the back of his chair. "Please find Miss Birkin and bring her with you into the room next door. We shall discuss going to the Baltic."

Jake didn't acknowledge his father's request but made his way through the dimly lit hallways back to the dormitory they were staying in, finding Sherry standing in front of the only long mirror in the space looking at herself from the side, touching her stomach.

"It won't show yet." Jake muttered sadly watching her. He hadn't the heart to tell her of his and Albert's conversation or his despicable blackmail, for now it was best that it stayed a secret, at least until they convened in a few minutes.

"I know." She smiled warmly, but still obviously shaken from the environment, and being somewhat of a prisoner; they both knew they couldn't leave. It hadn't been spoken in words, but through the actions of Wesker.

They were under his custody.

Plus, Sherry knew that if they tried to leave Albert would no doubt in super human speed knock the living shit out of them to keep them there, especially now there were more reasons for him to possess them, and though the baby was barely a dot in her womb, she worried excessively for her unborn.

Jake couldn't bring himself to speak for the moment, he just gazed at her, she was the beautiful rose in his heart and he didn't want her coming any closer to the world she didn't need, 'but it's fucking happening.'

"Wesker wants us to confer about something." Jake said weakly with his head low, a deep hurting inside his heart. He assumed Albert would be taking him alone to Scandinavia leaving Sherry all alone, scared and lonely, and no doubt angry that he'd made the decision without her input at all. He hoped to the good Jarhead's she would understand.

He just wanted to protect them.

Sherry sighed nodding, exclaiming a little gasp of shock when she felt his arms around her waist coming from behind.

"I love you." He whispered into her ear as he held fast, "You know that, don't you?"

"Of course I do." She herself answered in a whisper, turning around in his arms to look at him. "And I love you..."

Concern played in her eyes, and he knew she was suspecting something.

"What's going on?"

He couldn't reply, he couldn't even look at her so he closed his eyes and rested his forehead on hers, it was a simple gesture that meant so much, not long later he sealed her lips with a deep and meaningful kiss.

Sherry kissed him back with all she had, but her gut knew that things were about to take another turn for the worst.

Not another word passed between the two as they both walked to the door, Jake stopped to check he still had his hidden blade, nodding at it being safely tucked in his boot.

They continued through the dimly lit hallways back to the lab Jake had spoken to his father in not 5 minutes ago, taking them as Wesker wanted into the room next door.

The room was grimy, more so than Sherry wanted to notice; the once white tiles of the room were caked in dried blackened blood that looked to have been attempted to be wiped away by the look of the streak patterns in the substance; like the smudge of too much window cleaner being smeared even further by an unclean cloth.

The floor tiles were also very dirty, she assumed that it was also stained dried blood in the cracks of the grouting which was making the place look tarry and black, along with dust from years of abandonment.

The lighting was nothing more than a single dull bulb hanging in the center of the room swaying lightly from the air disturbance they'd made, sombre bluish lighting spilled from underneath the mounted medical cabinets around the workstation highlighting the various glassware beneath them on the dusty counter-tops.

A rusted metal gurney was shoved to one side of the L-shaped room, and as Sherry's eyes noticed this she saw there was a very old metal lift tucked away into the soiled wall behind it, it also rusted but still had power according to the round green light above it.

In short, the room resembled that of a late 1800's dissecting room, but for a single person.

From what she could see there were no tools in the space but the empty glasses and vials, feeling safer at this observation that they weren't about to be killed and picked to pieces for what Albert Wesker called 'Science' she moved a little more into the room.

As her eyes deviated around the room they caught sight of a vintage rusting metal medical cart with a large tank sat on its top tier, it was the only thing in the room that contained something; black inky liquid, and it piqued her interest.

However, as she walked past it to investigate the room further she saw a hint of a red glossy body pop out of the water and sink back in, and a silver metallic leg sliding across the side of the glass tank after it soundlessly.

Blinking, she wasn't sure if she'd imagined this because as soon as it was there it was gone. 'What the hell was that?' She thought to herself moving back around the room that could only be described as a perfect setting for a scene in a horror film, and speculated to her dismay what Umbrella had done in it at one time.

"Ah," Albert exclaimed walking into the room with his trademark smirk plastered on his face with no emotion or true elevation to suggest joy in his voice. "I am glad you're here." He now wore his glasses and coat. "I am sure Jake told you of our little arrangement?" He asked coolly not waiting for an answer as he strode over the length of the L-shaped room and into the longer strip, turning on the spot to look at the two. "You agreed to assist me did you not?"

Jake looked down in shame, then back up with a pained grimace nodding, noting Sherry in the corner of his eye staring at him with question but didn't voice it.

"Very well." Albert spoke, the smirk turning into a malevolent grin taking a few paces forwards to the tank Sherry had observed not long ago and stopped, his face becoming only faintly affectionate as he looked into the strange waters as though it were a precious thing. "You have no future now..." Wesker whispered audibly when dunking his right gloved hand into the liquid to grab the entity Sherry had barely witnessed before.

The object had a transparent body made of a red plastic/glass showing it's visible mechanical insides, with long silvery legs protruding its sides, making it look too much like a robotic spider.

Jake made a step forwards opening his mouth to speak, but Albert was far too fast for him, and for the third time he was slammed up against the wall.
The tiles protested with a chinkle behind him cracking, some chiming as they fell to the floor from shattering completely through the force of the two almighty bodies colliding with each other.

"Wesker!" He'd heard Sherry yell, but he was too caught up fighting Albert's grip to notice anything other than the fact his father was holding him in mid air and he was pushing back with the combined strength of both arms and legs, and to his bewilderment he was actually making leeway in pushing him back, but he didn't know if it was because Wesker was holding him with one arm as the other still occupied the spidery thing, or was he just that strong now?

"Say goodbye to everything, Jake!" Albert growled through his teeth, proceeding to slam the spider down on his sons chest with more force, sending the young ex-merc further into the wall, denting it incredibly.

Jake howled in pain as he felt the metal prongs pierce his skin deeply and Albert let go letting him fall to the floor screaming. His fingers tried to grasp around the red body of the 'thing', but as he did he felt it dig its barbs in all the more, then the sting of something else in his body.

Fluid.

Cool stinging fluids were being pumped into his chest by the arachnoid-bot.

Suddenly, he could feel the change in his body, and he wailed louder. The pain and stinging was what he guessed what being poisoned felt like. His father had poisoned him.

Wesker stepped back watching the spectacle in front of him, smirking proudly at his efforts watching Jake clutch his chest, then go to a flat out position where he wriggled around continually howling like a severely wounded dog.

"What did you do!?" Sherry screamed not far from his position, her feet echoing on the tiles carrying her quickly towards her love to help him, but Albert stopped her before she could reach his struggling flailing form with an arm outstretched.

"It was very unexpected for you to walk into my trap Sherry, but not one that I am displeased about. I knew Jake had come to this country alone, but had no idea you had chased after him like a love sick puppy," He paused bearing his teeth in a grin. "Not until you fell into my web." Wesker smiled, turning his head to his son who now tried to get to his feeble feet by grabbing onto the metal gurney which tipped threateningly, however his grip failed as more of the substance pumped into his body making his limbs go into a seizure type state, and the gurney clattered loudly to its side narrowly missing the young man.

Jake could feel the mysterious formula surging and moving around his insides.

Throughout his body he could feel all muscles convulse, things enhancing, veins tingling up his spine, his brain throbbing, the serum was invading him, changing him painfully, and he could feel himself losing control over his body, even his antibodies he thought he could feel were becoming confused not knowing what to attack and what to protect.

Even through his screams and convulsing he wondered if he was being infected further, would this lead to him becoming a living dead puppet? He shamed himself inside, he was the one who chose this path, and now he regretted that he couldn't last, admitting that made something sinister laugh inside him.

"As I said," Wesker started again, taking his gaze firmly away from Jake continually shaking and fitting. "I am not displeased in the slightest, I would have made some use of you and your Father's precious G..." He laughed darkly, walking forwards to her with a quick pace, continuing to bring his arms up, shoving her into the arms of a strong man she didn't even know was behind her.

"Now you hold my grandchild; a much more precious specimen than I could have ever created." He proclaimed, "Born of William Birkin's blood, enhanced with the potent G-Virus, and that of my own offspring with the new C... Not to mention parts of my own personal virus and that of Tyrant." Wesker giving a brief laugh looking to Jake who was still hunched over writhing in agony, and made forwards towards Sherry again, still in the tight hold of his strongest security guard, putting a cold leather glove on her stomach moving close to her ear. "I now own you, your baby and him." He whispered smirking, quickly moving to the left as Sherry tried to head butt him, taking a few steps until he was a good distance away from her.

"Poor, poor Jake... I told him of what I would do to you and your babe and he simply couldn't let anything happen to you... So he agreed to my little proposition." Wesker laughed, his one hand going to her face to touch her cheek gently. "He will be under my control, from this point on." Albert took his hand off Sherry as he whispered the last of his words, turning his back to her to watch Jake again.

"Little did he know that I never keep promises, nor any deals." Wesker laughed full of dark glee. "I have immense plans for our little, 'family'." Albert finished spiting his words with venom.

"You... You want my baby!" Sherry screamed, now struggling with all her might against the burly man holding her, "I would rather die, and my child go with me than be in your vile hands!"

At this Wesker moved seemingly teleporting across the space between them in milliseconds, his one hand holding her chin hard to make her look up at him, his eyes burning like a wild fire.

"I wouldn't hesitate on doing that Birkin... in fact... killing my old friends daughter would get me off... enormously." He purred, pushing his face closer to hers, almost nose to nose, mouth to mouth. "It would be in your best interest to cooperate, should you want your offspring to survive." Again, he let go stepping backwards from the blonde, this time taking a stand next to her and his heavily built aide to watch Jake's initiation into the P30, grinning.

Sherry watched by helplessly as Wesker's staffs unabated hold kept her back from rushing over to her lovers side, she cringed at his torture and at the pain she felt from standing by as his body convulsed and contracted before her, deathly wails emitting from his throat. Wails she'd never heard come from a human being before, and for the first time since meeting Jake she felt that this was the end of him.

She wanted to cry, surprised that she wasn't already.

If he were to die she wouldn't want to live herself, but if he died and became reanimated through the virus' he would be the living dead. Or, would he become a new and ultimate type of bio-organic weapon? Like that of nemesis, or her own father? That thought alone scared her even more than him just dying, when quite suddenly his body spasms stopped, his fingers that had been flexing and relaxing over had also ceased, relaxing to nothing, and the room went silent.

Sherry watched him carefully for what happened, not wanting to believe he'd stopped breathing.

Wesker merely tilted his head to the side at this, not bothering that his son could have overdosed on the high dosage of the advanced P30 he himself was administering, smirking correcting himself calling it P31.

"Jake?" Sherry cried out, tears forming quickly in her eyes, "Jake! Please get up..."

He didn't stir, nor did his breathing start.

"HELP HIM!" She yelled to the two men occupying the space with her, but neither moved. "HELP HIM!" She screamed this time struggling in the man's grasp to get free, but he didn't budge. "Get... Up." She whispered into the pouring tears, losing the sound of her voice as the hard harsh emotions took over.

She tried savagely to get out of the man's grasp finding new strength but to no avail, he had her in a solid grip, it wasn't long before she started losing the feeling in her legs and body, and was fleetingly thankful the man was keeping her upright though her head was starting to falter and slump downwards from the sheer emotional torment.

She glanced at Albert from the corner of her eye seeing a sickeningly devilish smile radiating on his face, making her want to slaughter him all the more.

Either way for this man, Jake dead or alive was a huge success, 'his own son'.

Her tears plummeted down silently from her eyes and onto the cracked tiled floor, the tears rivulets of black as a result of her makeup running, it was the sound of a gun being cocked that made her head jolt up seeing Wesker pointing a Beretta Neos U22 at Jake's unmoving form, and with it a deep growl came from Jake's body as it suddenly jerked up spontaneously.

His head moved from one side to the other with a spine chilling crack, all Sherry could do was watch in pure horror as he rose, his skin looked paler than before but not like a zombies, and his eyes were as glowing as his fathers.
His next movements frightened her even more as he shot forwards en route for her in a fast blur, arms outstretched emitting an angry loud roar, she shook her head barely managing to whisper, 'no'.

He was hungry for flesh, and she was first on the menu?

At blinding speed he was a foot away from her looking rabid, she took her last look before closing her eyes and smiled lightly internally whispering she loved him.

Merely moments after professing her love she felt his cold hands and long fingers shoving into her side, her body was pushed over with force, then she waited for death.

"Argh! No! ...Wesker!" The loud bloodcurdling screams of the man who had previously been holding her footsteps away screeched, turning with frightened eyes she beheld the image of Jake breathing like an angry bull into the man's face he'd freed her from holding him in a vice like grip up the wall with one hand, and his other poised to hit the man in the chest.

Another deep growl emitted from Jake and his horse voice came, angry beyond contempt.

"I told you I would kill you or anyone if you laid one finger on her..." With a small pause he punched the man right in the stomach, his hand effortlessly forcing its way through the skin like butter, and deep into his chest then out through the other side.

A surprised breath caught in the hefty man's throat, Sherry knowing it was his last.

Jake removed his blood covered arm out of the man letting him to slump to the floor and out his vision, his eyes still burned red as he turned his attention to his father, but Wesker was clever, the gun in his hand began to fire bullets of immense speed simply to be dodged easily by Jake; his enhanced abilities showing their true colours.

Sherry had a hard time tracking what was going on, shots were being fired and Jake was a human/inhuman blur, appearing to teleport away from the bullets being shot and moving ever closer to his father until they were face to face.
Wesker had the gun pointed to Jake's temple and Jake his knife to Albert's throat.

They were at an impasse.

"You cannot kill me Jake." Wesker mused his face deadly, and mouth a thin line.

"And you can't kill me... Dad." Jake said strongly with venom.

Albert blinked slowly behind his glasses, a comfortless smile widened on his lips and he simply sighed.

"You would be surprised at what I can do." Wesker replied removing the gun from his son's head, and back into its holster on his hip.

"Mercy?" Jake retorted, not removing his own weapon.

"Hardly." Albert scoffed staring Jake in the eyes, thinking momentarily that it was like looking in a mirror, 'albeit a less handsome one.' His gloved hand felt for the device he wanted, finding it in no time in his tight trouser pocket.

"What did you do to me?" Jake asked still as hot and as angry as before. "What is this thing!?" He roared, meaning the device on his chest, inching the knife more to Albert's throat.

"You agreed to assist me." Wesker spoke taking a quick deep breath, he was getting severely bored now, holding back the need to push the boy away from him, but held back for the reason in his hand. He would assert his dominance over his spawn soon enough.

"Did you infect me more?!" His child yelled in his face, pushing the blade further to his throat, not knowing it would have no effect. His skin was like steel, and the thought made him smirk. "Do you even care I have a knife to your throat?!"

"No." Albert replied calmly, his thumb fixing over the device in his hand. "But I do have to ask, is this the best you have?" His question must have poked a few buttons in his son, because the knife was pushed all the more to his skin. "The device fitted is not as versatile as the one I presented to Jill Valentine four years ago, due to the inadequate facilities of this compound." Albert seethed, not caring for letting the information air as they wouldn't be leaving his company alive in the end.

Sherry gasped realizing what Albert had done.

"No!" She shook her head with a strained whisper, remembering all Claire had told her from Chris when Wesker had captured Jill, and forced her to do his unscrupulous work through a serum of mind-body control. Jill hadn't been able to control her actions or speak her own words, but could freely think.

"Not to Jake!" Sherry exclaimed full of sorrow, the tears hadn't ceased even after knowing Jake was alive, becoming all the more intense now she saw a fragment of Wesker's plan.

"My dear, it has to be done." Wesker smirked pressing the button in his hand.

"Not like this!" Sherry screamed, again watching as Jake crumpled to the floor, his knife clattering to his side.

So my lovely readers, I took the P30 and used it with force... enhancing that baby, and I know some people may be rolling their eyes but I like it - Because, of course it fits my plans PERFECTLY...
Btw think of this, Albert doing a sexy salsa dance with a rose in his mouth - Yeah, this is what I think of in my spare time and I pissed myself laughing!

XxX

PS: The next chapter may be awhile, it could be the last...