Chapter 2: Women of Albert's past
Celeste grunted as fist made contact with her abdomen, and she almost collapsed to her needs, but she felt the wind shift as she tossed her weight back to evade his kick. "Hurry up," He ordered, as he dropped low to trip her since she was already out of balance. She landed on her back with another grunt. It had been just a couple of days since she hired him on for her to learn control.
He was not taking it easy on her in the slightest. She made it to her feet quickly, and his fist was coming fast, but this time she moved slightly to evade it, and grabbed a hold of his arm. She turned away from him, and used her weight as she knelt to her to the ground. His body flipped over her own, and he made no noise as his back hit the ground. She panted, and her body was not used to all the physical exertion. She backed away from him as he stood up. He still towered over her by a good couple of inches.
"That's good for now." He told her, and she sighed. "But you need to focus more. You have a couple of second reaction time over my own. You should be able to avoid my attacks far more easily than what you are right now." He told her, and with the past couple of days she had learned that he is not a talker.
Unlike Albert, who will talk about his grand plans for taking over the world for its own good, and that the weak will have to die to make room for the stronger, and more worthy. She felt like a fool that she clung to his every word like she did in the past. It was embarrassing to say the least. "What do you recommend?" She asked him. He only said what she needed to know, and didn't go into anything more than just that.
"I will continue to train you," he gave her a straightforward answer. She scoffed.
"Is there anything else I can do," She probed further. He looked at her for a second, again thinking carefully.
"There really isn't much else you can do," he admitted with a shrug. "What mainly we need to focus on is your reaction, and control." He paused for just a second. "However, if you wish to train in the meantime, and you find a way to focus on those two spot, then by all means." He added. He began to walk out of the training area, before stopping completely. "You may want to see if Ada will help you." He told her, and then he left.
"So you knew about her," she commented out loud. She knew that he couldn't hear her, but it mattered not. She caught a whiff of herself, and decided it would be best to shower. There was an important conference that she had to attend with her grandmother.
She moved silently in the hallway, and into her own suite. She sighed, again. She knew that she had to be improving to some extent. It was only a matter of time before she could rejoin the public completely. She turned on the shower, and stripped herself of the clothes she was training in. The hot water hit her skin, and it barely phased her, and she found her skin was toughen due to the virus. She was pleased with that, and she could only imagine what she could accomplish from this strain of virus.
Whatever Albert had done to give her the "inferior" version of the Uroboros virus was key to succeeding where he had failed. She would have to take some time convincing her family to let her get back into the business, but with her past, and her new condition. It was clear that her family was more than apprehensive about it.
She climbed out of the shower, and wrapped a towel around her body. She smelled another person in her wing of the estate. She walked out pretending that she had no clue of their presence to strike at the right time. She could feel the body heat off the intruder, and when someone lunged for her she spun on her heels and pushed all of her weight to her front leg hitting the attacker in the throat.
The man crumpled to the floor with a gasp, and coughed up blood. The others backed away momentarily. "Who are you?" She asked her voice cold, and she was annoyed. She was in no mood for this at the present time. She stood back with her shoulder back, and back strong. "I will kill if I need to." She informed them, and her voice was very cold.
"We are here in regards to Alex Wesker," one finally spoke up. "We were told to get a sample or die trying." The rest shifted on their feet uncomfortable with the situation. Celeste gave the man another cold look, but it was more towards the woman Wesker. The 'sibling' of Albert Wesker. Though it was always been made clear while he did respect her some extent she could offer him nothing therefore expandable.
"I will agree to meet her," she offered, and thought. Maybe I can use this to my advantage. She was an expert in dealing with politics. She was no different than Albert, and she was not afraid of some sickly woman. "One moment," she offered. She wrote a little letter, and her contact information. She wanted to schedule an interview of sorts. She also informed her that she will need to contact her with alias as soon as possible. She then took a sterile jar with lid, and grabbed one of the men's knives. She cut in deeply into her arm, and bled into the jar. She sealed it with the lid. "Make sure you get this to your mistress, and tell her I expect a call very soon." She ended with a threat.
The men began to leave, and as the last one was jumping out. He looked back at his fallen team. "Don't worry. I will take care of him." She said as she pushed his head around. He was unresponsive. She couldn't hear a heartbeat. He was dead. After they were long gone, Celeste decided to get dressed before calling Frederick. Since was on her payroll after all. She would know that it will not get to her family.
She found a bra, and laced underwear. Then pulled on a cotton shirt, and from some cotton pajama pants. She refused to get her nice clothing dirty. She then got her phone out, and called Frederick.
He answered on the first ring. "Yes Celeste?" He asked her as she could hear him moving about in the background.
"I need your assistance." She told him, "Please come to my wing of the estate at once."
"Of course," He said, and then hung up. She waited about ten minutes, as she placed the body on a plastic sheets, and broke the limbs, and other bits of the men into smaller pieces. They have an incinerator on the grounds. It would be about a fifteen minutes' walk there. There was a knock on her door.
"Come in," she answered, and could already smell it was him. Frederick walked in, and she pointed to her dresser. "If you would, please get me some clean clothes." He nodded at her, as she began to tie up the edges to keep the blood from seeping all over her living room. She picked it up and Frederick had already gotten her clean clothes together. She nodded at him, and led the way to the incinerator. They made it there without any complications, and she tossed it in along with her now bloodied clothes.
Frederick had also brought some water so she would rinse the blood off her body before putting on her clean clothing. As she was about to begin she realized that her skin had absorbed all of the blood that was all over her body. "Well that certainly makes a short time of the cleanup." She heard Frederick mutter to himself. She smirked to herself, and got dressed. "Is that all?" He asked her, and she nodded.
"We may have some company soon," she told him, "be on guard for that." She added before she left the room. She heard him leave to, but he went the other way back to his wing. She returned to her room, and it was as if she hadn't killed anyone. She was pleased with how much better she had gotten with Frederick's training. She only wanted to be better quicker. Especially since she had gathered the interest of Alex Wesker. Another Wesker's attention was never a good thing, but she need assistant with furthering her plan. If she could use her labs for some short time it would be an edge she would have until she can convince her family to let her get back into the field.
She went to sit down, and she smelled a familiar scent. "Ada." She acknowledged the woman. Who sat walked around her to sit down.
"A dangerous business trying to work with another Wesker so soon," she said, and Celeste couldn't help but roll her eyes.
"Yes," she said with a sigh. "However, there is work to be done, and I don't like waiting."
"You waited long, and plenty with Albert," She reminded her.
"Yes, and my lesson has been learned," she told her. "I will get what I want from this one." She said to her, and there was a coldness in her tone. Ada seemed unaffected, and even amused.
"Glad to hear that," she said, "Now for the meantime, while you are dealing with her I will not be available."
"Afraid," Celeste asked in a teasing tone. Ada's usual cool attitude changed in a flash of a moment.
"No, just a whole lot wiser than you." She said as she stood, and stalked towards the balcony. She gave her a look that Celeste could not even comprehend before she shot her grappling hook, and disappeared into the night. She sighed, and leaned back into the chair. There was so much to do, and so little time, or at least that's what her instinct was telling her. Something was urging her to move forward, and towards something greater. However she didn't know what.
"Time to head to bed," she murmured to herself, and hoped that she would hear from Alex sooner than later. She eased herself into her vast bed, and rolled over to her side before falling asleep.
June 17th, 2009
Celeste woke up to her phone ringing from the other room, and she groaned as she sat up, and she used her speed to get there quicker than someone inhaling and exhaling. She answered to the unknown number knowing who it could be. "This is Celeste," she answered promptly.
"A pleasure to make your acquaintance finally," a smooth husky tone replied, and Celeste grinned.
"I suppose I could say the same, however, greeting you had sent me yesterday said a little differently." Celeste replied with a little heat in her tone. Alex was undeterred.
"I do apologize for that," she answered, "I had no clue that you would be so welcoming of another Wesker so soon after my brother's death." She said.
"You are right," she said, "However I need assistances, and you are obviously curious to why I survived in such a manner that Albert did not. I am too. Common grounds can often unite otherwise opposing sides."
"You consider us opposing sides," was the inquire from the other line.
"Until proven otherwise," she answered, "now when do you wish to meet," she asked her straight forward.
"When is it convenient for you?" She asked her after a moment of silence.
"How about next week," she offered, "at my estate, and I will be more than please to make your stay comfortable." She added. The line was silent.
"How do I know that this is not a trap?"
"You have the resources I need to figure out my new biology, as it were my family is a little leery of me getting back into the field. They fear that Albert's influences has been more ingrained than they hope. I intend of behaving until I gain their trust. In the meantime, I believe we both can help one another out."
"I can agree to this," she answered, "I will let you know when I am preparing to leave." She told her before hanging up.
"And I will be waiting," Celeste said before she got up to stretch out her muscles before heading down to the training area once more to start training again with Frederick. There was a lot of grounds she wanted to cover before meeting Alex. She wanted the woman to fear her. She was superior after all.