Epilogue

Six years later

The rain had kept him in his apartment for quite some time, secluded and away from his work. Thankfully enough, his work was his home. Trent was pouring through various papers and files when the knock came at his door. He was always a wary one, but none the less he opened the structure despite the time being past any callers. A shadowy form stood upon his porch, nearly soaked and long hair dripping from the moisture pelting it. "May I come in?" Nodding he waved the individual in, and he himself sat back down in his chair. Folding his hands together as the intruder sat, he took off his glasses and rubbed at the bridge of his nose. "Long time no see, Angelica. IT has been quite some time…"

The woman nodded, her sapphire eyes still burning with the same youthfulness they had always possessed. She was skinnier it seemed, like someone who did not eat because of their job… Her hair was a good deal shorter, yet it still tumbled down her shoulders. At the moment the woman looked akin to a drowned rat… There was also something in her eyes that made him scared… "Yes, it has…But I wanted to see you the day before I died…" Trent immediately snapped to attention, his dark eyes narrowing to glassen slivers. "Excuse me?" Handing over a slip of paper to him, the woman shook her head as she paused to sigh. "The virus is complete for human testing…you know my contract…I just never thought it would actually happen in my time. " Tucking the paper into his other hand, he ignored it momentarily as he watched her face. "Angelica, you could still back out…why are you doing this?"

Her almond orbs looked back at him mournfully, and his answer was within their stare. Leaning back into his chair, Trent regarded her carefully. "This is about Marcus, isn't it? You still haven't given up on that idea of yours.." At this Angelica balled her fist together, tears brimming at her eyes. So many years of searching… "There is something not right…first Marcus suddenly disappears…then Lisa? She and I were close…she would have told me something…people just don't leave, Trent…I'm doing this so I won't become the next to 'leave.' Take a look at that paper….maybe that information will come to good use one day, but I wanted to give it to you before…before." Her last word was rephrased as an ending as she stood, her face finally showing a tired smile. As Trent stared at the page, he noted that majority of the passwords riddles she had recorded were not easily solved…how had she … Also the higher up names were quickly scrawled down, along with the positions. Stuffing the paper into his pocket, he stood to send her off. As he hugged her, he could feel the fear in her body… She was afraid of dying…afraid to live… Gruffly whispering into her ear as she stood in the doorway, the former mentor gave his student one last piece of advice. "Just remember, Angelica….eventually every scientist becomes the experiment…" The woman nodded silently as she slipped back out into the rain, her body seemingly melting into the darkness as she disappeared into it.

Trent shut the door quickly, returning to his seat. Holding up the file he had been reading, the man threw it in disgust. Angelica had always trusted him…and now she was going to change..somehow…whether it be in death…or life. And she was going to that fate, not even knowing his true identity…and he had been a coward and not revealed it. Victor Darius stood to look at himself in the hallway mirror, putting on his glasses once more. He looked like his father when he wore them…and in all honestly he really had no need for specs. All these years of infiltration into Umbrella…. To repay a debt that was owed by a murderous son of a bitch. Trent knew Angelica was correct on thinking Marcus had been killed… Ozwell Spencer was the devil…and he knew that personally… The man who called himself Trent could still remember the day that the very man he was now working for had his family killed…gunned down in the name of science. Of but of course…Spencer did not know he was the son of Trent Darius…and he never would until revenge was finally in order.

Pulling out the piece of paper Angelica had given him, Trent scratched out her name an inserted his own. There was no use for such a piece of paper…not yet….maybe one day….

….

The next morning Angelica could feel her stomach drop out from beneath her. Sitting in the prep room awaiting the go ahead from Wesker and Birkin, the woman watched as two lab assistants milled about nervously. They were shooting her scared looks, whispering and talking amongst themselves. Ignoring them finally, she pushed back the feeling of missing Lisa Trevor… It had been two years since their last conversation… perhaps good friends really could outgrow one another in the end…

Pulling out the small journal she had received so many years ago, Angelica looked over to the two who were preparing the saline drip. "Excuse me…does maybe one of you have a pen I could borrow?" The worker nodded, handing over a small writing tool. Angelica slowly wrote as her other arm was strapped down, and administered the needle bag drip.

'You know, I hated hospitals as a kid. So, If you ask me how I became a top viral engineer at the prestigious Umbrella Corporation; I honestly couldn't tell you..I guess it honest started as a kid, when a man named Ozwell E. Spencer came to visit my parents. All I can remember is going away to boarding school, and never coming back. The only thing I know is I wanted to do something good…wanted to help people. After starting the job at Umbrella fresh out of college, there was only one condition to my research working conditions. Any human testing would be administered directly to me….

Spencer agreed immediately. I guess when looking back on that, I should have viewed that as odd. Eight years later and the need has finally arisen. The type T Progenitor virus has completed it's animal testing and needs a human subject for further analysis…and of course..as requested…that the chance to become a glorified guinea pig in the name of science! We were supposed to help people and attempt to eradicate disease.. We were wrong…'

Slowing the writing as the other scientist, asked for her other arm, Angelica held up one finger. "Do me a favor, will you please?" The worker nodded, watching his patient intently. "Of course, what do you need, Doctor Burrows?" Hesitating to write her last sentence, Angelica smiled weakly. "If I die…mail this book to former employee, Lisa Trevor…I want her to have it.." The scientist nodded, a perfect mask of emotionless behavior as he held out his hand to retrieve the article. He never told her that Lisa more than likely would never exactly "read" again…

Pressing the pen into the paper once more, Angelica finally said her parting words…

'My name is Angelica Burrows, codename, Angel Project…and this is how I died…'

She finished her dying words, finally satisfied with what she had said to her possible reader. She just hoped Lisa still cared…Settling her heart as the lab partner strapped her other arm down, Angelica laid her head back. Those were her last..words….

Or so she thought…..

END

A/N

And you can find Angelica's second story in Resident Evil :Redemption….

Thank you all for reading this prequel! And as I said…I will be making a sequel sometime soon to Redemption!