Chapter 3: Epiphany II

He stopped a few feet in front of me, allowing me to examine him closely. The man looked like he was in his late thirties, had a strong jaw line, and his nose resembles that of statues of Greek gods. His eyes gave off the similar colour of subjects who successfully bonded with the Progenitor Virus, just like mine and his thin lips were coiled in a smirk. Was he of importance? If he were, I would've known who he was. I suppose he was next to no importance, therefore it was pointless.

"Am I inclined to?" I answered with a chilly tenor.

He just let out a tiny chuckle and proceeded to walk around the room, occasionally glancing at the monitors. He paused just before the IV drip, which was behind me, studied it for a moment and turned his attention back to me.

"You know, you were in a mess when I found you. You would not believe what condition you were in when my boys pulled you out! Damn tentacles everywhere, your legs were literally gone, well… ALMOST, thanks to the hot bath you were in AND, not to mention, you left quite a mess in the operating theatre, black gunk dripping all over your body, we had to sedate the shit out of you before we could perform any procedures on you! God damn, those BSAA really screw you over this time round huh?"

He said, while smiling, as if the whole scenario was humorous. He looked at me, as if I owed him my life. Anger burned within the pit of my stomach and my jaw was unconsciously gritted. I hadn't realised that I was clenching the pillow so hard that the cover was ripping underneath the pressure, until his gaze fell upon it. He knew I was agitated, yet he paid no heed to it.

"Jeez Al, you gotta lighten up. I was joking, no need to take things so seriously-"

He stopped himself midway, and continued once more.

"Then again, you're not the type that jokes around anyways. You were al-"

"What do you want with me?"

I spat out, my voice echoing throughout the tiny white-tiled room, interrupting him before he could continue rambling on. He was clearly oblivious to the level of my patience. Most ignorant cretins are.

He appeared to be taken aback by my sudden comment, and regained his composure in a matter of milliseconds.

"I want what you know. I want your research on the Uroboros. I know you discovered a new strain from the Progenitor Virus with a certain individual and I would appreciate it if you would share your findings with me."

I looked at the man, who is standing there, waiting for my reply. He's denser than I thought. Does he really believe that by saving me from the brink of death will help him gain access to Uroboros? I felt daft for even giving him my attention. I decided I've wasted enough time listening to a man that is clearly not right in his mind. I'll just murder the guy and get my answers elsewhere.

"As appealing as your offer may sound, but I think I'll pass. You still haven't answered my first question as to who you are, and I'm grateful for your benevolent act of taking the trouble to nurse me back to health, but I'm afraid my research has been destroyed thanks to a certain self-righteous fool."

The man looked unconvinced, as he suddenly reappeared a few inches from where I was sitting on the bed. I was stunned, but I did not show it. I've underestimated this man. To the untrained eye, he seemed like as if he teleported, but I knew better, because coursing in my veins, I deduced that the man has the same virus as I do.

"Who ARE you?"

I asked, this time, with a hint of interest in my voice.

The man looked pleased this time and sat next to me on the bed.

"If I told you who I am, will you promise to share your research with me?"

He flashed a smile at me, as if that'll help him get what he wants.

"Nice try. But your identity is but a trivial matter to me. Either you can tell me who you really are and hope that I agree to help you or you can sit there, and watch me walk away with what you need."

I paused, and let him digest what I had just said. He shifted his body slightly, deep in thought, supposedly weighing his options.

He opened his mouth and was about to say something, but then stopped himself once more before finally replying.

"Ok fine, I'll bite… By the way, even if you wanted to escape, you can't. See that sliding glass door over there? It's fitted to ensure that B.O.W.s as strong as Tyrants couldn't escape OR destroy it. The glass, a microalloy made of palladium, has a chemical structure that counteracts the inherent brittleness of glass but maintains its strength. It's not very dense and it is more lightweight than steel, with comparable heft to an aluminium or titanium alloy and lemme tell ya, I had a HARD time shopping for the right material to hold a B.O.W. in here. And the tiled walls that look like the shower rooms from a Nazi concentration camp are also fitted with 6 feet concrete slab enforced with a mixture of denser alloy so that B.O.W.s can't punch a hole through it. You can break the tiles, but not the wall. So even if you wanted to, you can't. But I will humour you by answering your question. Do you remember Spencer? I'm sure you do…He said something about becoming a new god and creating the perfect human race yada yada blah blah and stuff like that? And that you were the ONLY Wesker children who survived?"

He paused and eyed me for a brief moment, before continuing.

"Yeah…. Well, he lied. I survived the old coot's insanity and ran off with another strain of the Progenitor Virus that Spencer had me research in order to give him immortality. Talk about learning his lesson the hard way eh? He should've known I would betray him, after YOU left him. I guess some things never change… Oh, and how rude of me. I've completely forgotten to formally introduce myself. My name is Alex Wesker."

He extended his hand towards me, with a genuine grin on his face. I had qualms with myself regarding the things I've just heard. I couldn't believe he was one of the few chosen for the Wesker project, and survived. It was certainly something not to be taken lightly. A sudden realization came upon me. He was beyond average, just as I am. He was given the Progenitor Virus, just as I was and he was merely a tool to Spencer, just as I was. It had never occurred to me that there were others who survived, that manipulative old man had deceived me once more by hiding the existence of Alex. My dear Spencer, how you have been a thorn in my side for far too long, even after death. But this time, I will see to it that you WILL not have your way. Perhaps Alex does have some use to me.

Note: Yeah now you know who saved Wesker. ^^ I kinda wanted to make Wesker's saviour a genius with a sense of humour, a contrast compared to Wesker, i hope it's good enough. As usual, enjoy and if you're up to it, please do give me some reviews and help me improve my writing skills. *coughsstillanoobcoughs* :D