A/N

For those of you who haven't a clue as to who Trent is…look him up on the Capcom website, also under the name Victor Darius! It is part of my storyline…but meh… you'll find out who he is through my eyes too xD

Onto the next chapter I suppose!

Happy Reading,

Angelica Burrows

Chapter Fifteen

The blood was so real…so red…so painful. Marcus clutched at his shoulder, letting the limb attached to it hang limp. Life seemed so small as he stared at the two men before him. Life seemed so cruel. His own words sounded hallow, as if they belonged to a less sane man than he. "You can't do this….I have the right to my own life…I have the right to live it outside this company." Wesker circled him, his gun trained heavily. Whatever chance there had been to negotiate with this man had passed…what ever window had now been closed permanently. "You do have the right, but not with those files…Seeing as you have not wished to make compromise, I do not feel any inclination to let you take what is not yours.." Birkin watched his partner from the corner of his eyes, half wishing that he himself were at home with Annette…far away from this. Wesker himself had wanted to take the files for his own purposes…but now the game had been switched and the original plan was looking far more realistic as the time pressed on. And that was a reminder…time was running short.

Marcus looked at William, his eyes almost pleading at they stared into his own. "Surely you won't do this…Of all people I know that you are smarter than to blindly kill for Spencer without getting the True facts." At this Wesker hardened his facial muscles as William looked rather proud at the statement. Birkin had always been the worm in the book so to speak, and always did the trace work on anything… Unfortunately, this was a disadvantage to Marcus…. "As a matter of fact, I did. And I am quite sure the Mr. Okani's son would have loved to have a sample of the virus you developed over the past few months, but it won't be at his disposal any time soon. You see, Marcus, the funds you used to discover and test the G-virus were stolen and unapproved. The virus belongs to Umbrella…and is not yours to proliferate." Calmness had taken hold of William's voice, eerily quiet even to his own ears. Was he really framing Marcus…was he really going to kill the man for trying to break free…

Slowly James sagged against the wall, his glazing eyes watching the various tanks of the active leeches. All his life there had been some urge to make a family, and the only family he now had were swimming in glass beakers… Swinging out his arm, the appendage crashed into the largest of the glass encasements, causing the entirety to fall to the floor. The glass shattered upon contact, spreading the slimy animals across the room. Leaping back as the water spread on the tile, both men were momentarily distracted. Bolting for the door, Marcus prayed the Okani's jet would be waiting outside for him….

As the leeches spread, Wesker lept back. The animals seemed to have minds of their own, and were moving faster than anything he had ever witnessed. Slamming his booted heel down upon one that was rearing back, the creature exploded in a pile of mushy flesh. William aimed some well placed shots at some of the larger ones, their bodies imploding on impact. Whirling to face a fleeing Marcus, Wesker aimed his weapon. The other man's hand was upon the button for the outside seal off, the other poised above the gas activator. Marcus was going to gas the entire lab… "Don't even think of it, James." A small cackle came from the older man as he looked at them, his eyes betraying his thoughts. Okani was going to be too late…and they would gun him down before he ever made it out of the complex. "You think you will kill me? I think not…the only one in place to make that decision would be I. To think, Wesker…you had such a bright future. And William, to never see your daughter born…such a shame." His fingertips reached out for the panel, pausing just before it. The grin of triumph lasted upon his face as he hand moved down to activate the genocide of them all.

Then, the gunshot rang out.

…

"Ohhhhh god kill me…"

Annette panted as she tried to catch her breath. This pain was nothing like she had ever imagined. It was as if some alien was trying to tear her apart from the inside out, and she could do nothing but keep pushing. Her head felt light and hot, the room was spinning. Everything was screaming and crying and gasping as she tried to do what she had built up for over nine months to do…. Except she had wanted drugs this entire time… Annette Birkin cried out once more, hunching herself over as the three people that were holding onto her kept speaking words of encouragement. Little did they know she could barely hear them over the sensation of her pain…everything sounded so muted or far away. Lying back heaving, the woman felt as if the entire feeling of the world's pain and agony was nestled between her legs. The four words she had grown to hate were fervently trying to gain her attention. Trent was desperately speaking, his sleeves rolled back and sweat upon his brow. If anyone had looked, it would have been comical to see him in such attire looking as if he was about to catch a football from between a woman's….area. "You have to push. Just one more time..I see the head. C'mon, Annette."

Panting as she laid back against a white in the face Ashford, the woman shook her head as she sobbed. "I can't…I can't do it anymore…." Lisa smoothed back the woman's hair, softly breathing as she supported her shoulder. "Annette, you have to do what Trent says…you can do it. We women are strong…do it for the baby…" Annette scrunched up her face, moving herself to brace for the pain to come. Her muscles tightened as the expected agony ripped through once again, the pressure building to an almost unbelievable height. Screaming in finality as the pressure began to release itself; Trent looked overjoyed as something grayish pink came into view. The small form of a human lay cuddled in his arms, the flesh connection still trailing from the future belly button. "Oh good job, Annette..I've got her…I've got her…aww she's beautiful…someone give me a knife to cut the umbilical cord."

Spencer handed over a pen knife, the tool making quick work of the now useless body part. Pinching the little girl gently, Trent almost winced as the baby let rip its new found lungs. The little one cried until it was red in the face as Lisa wrapped it in the soft, silk table cloth she had procured. "Do you want to meet your daughter, Annette?" The woman nodded as tears of joy replaced any left from the pain, her arms outstretching for her offspring. The baby nestled into its mother's arms comfortably, almost immediately stopping the loud squall. Ashford quickly scrambled up, brushing off his suit. Trent had blood and discharge up to his wrists, but none the less he looked blissfully happy at his actions. Annette looked up gratefully, her clear eyes full of tender care. "Thank you, Trent…Trevor…I….oh she's perfect….absolutely perfect…My little Sherry…" Kissing the infant upon the nose, Annette rocked the child back and forth.

Ashford moved off to where Spencer was standing, the other man having his hand over his chin in thought. Raising an eyebrow, Ashford whispered in order to be out of ear shot. "Are you thinking the same thing, my friend?" Spencer gave his business partner a sidelong glance, the evil glinting from behind his eyes. "Perhaps, do divulge what you have concluded…"

Ashford smiled, his mouth imitating the devil's grin himself as they watched the small group revel in the gift of new life. "I believe we have just found a tool to keep your commanders in line." Spencer's own lips began to curve upwards as he nodded.

"Precisely."

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Brad looked out the window nervously, watching….waiting. The entire night was just insane, and he had wondered for the last ten minutes that if it was really worth ten dollars an hour. Five more minutes and he was the hell out of dodge if the woman never showed back up… Jangling her keys within his hand, the young man sighed. Would he really leave the nice lady behind? Saving his own skin sounded like a good idea, but even so….if the story she had told him to present really was going to be believable, he may walk away with his job. But the truth was….something bigger was happening here besides some Christmas get together at the fabled Spencer Estate. The facility she had wanted to come back to had been shut down for quite some time…yet there was a mover truck taking supplies as if the building had been recently used….

A noise like the backfiring of an engine rang out into the night, forcing the young man to drop the keys in surprise. The only problem was…. It wasn't a back fire. The gunshot echoed in the back of his mind, his eyes wide and afraid of what he had just heard. Brad felt as if his blood stopped, his heart thundering in his stomach. Or at least that's were it felt as if it had dropped….

Slowly his body moved on its own, opening the limo door with painstaking purpose….

Something was wrong…..and he was going to find out.