Chapter 5: Daily musings

I walked out of the room, whistling to the song "Good Life" by OneRepublic. Good life indeed! The offer, as I predicted was accepted after careful consideration. I'm glad the reports, for once were helpful. Normally they didn't do much other than collect dust or used to make paper airplanes whenever I was bored. What can I say? The man was virtually impossible to predict, other than his everlasting loathing towards Mr. Redfield. He was also hard to track down, even when I had the best men. It was bloody tough to get ANYTHING on the guy. I tried digging up old files about him from old man Spencer, but I wasn't really sure where he hid himself and before I could even infiltrate Umbrella's mainframe, Albert deleted everything. Pfft, so much for my espionage mission.

Walking at a slightly faster pace, I walked past the white, pristine corridors of various rooms where we kept some of our "special" specimens. Each room was enforced similarly like Albert's to prevent unnecessary… escapees. Glancing at the specimens, I'm kinda satisfied with the stuff my men managed to collect. Most of them, of course, obtained illegally. I should really head up to the higher levels to arrange a better accommodation for my beloved "brother". He's been immensely ticked off at the room he was held in. I'm sure it has something to do with feeling like one of his own specimens. I let out a snigger at the thought of the irony as I rode the elevator up to the ground floor.

I'm having a hard time trusting Alex. As a person who is labeled a Judas, one can see a fellow traitor from afar, and Alex reeks of betrayal. As ebullient as the man seemed, I knew there are darker forces harbouring within the depths of the man's soul. I know, because we were brought up by the same person, Spencer. He taught us what we know, shaped us into what we are. No matter how hard you try to break away from him, it is only a matter of time, before you realise that you are nothing but a carbon copy of what he was. Parroting his ideals was to be expected. Nevertheless, I do not deny that both Alex and I far surpass the potential Spencer could only envision in his delusional state of mind. He really ought to have known his place, rather than cloaking himself in arrogance. Did he expect us to remain as his loyal lap dogs as he claims the right to be a god? PATHETIC! Even if he refused to reveal his failsafe, we would seek out the truth eventually. Our betrayal and his death were imminent, yet the fool was too proud to see it.

However, with the appearance of Alex, the old man had once again irked my nerves by disrupting my plans. No matter. I shall rebuild everything from the rubble and arise from the ashes like I've done multiple times. What I start, I very well make sure that I shall see to it to the end, even if it means having my meticulously planned arrangements foiled, repeatedly. I believe showing my gratitude towards the old man is in order as it was he who taught us to never concede defeat despite the setbacks. This time, I have a slight advantage. Even though I could clearly read Alex like a book and I anticipate his eventual betrayal, but he has what I need, a new strain of virus, AND the means for me to truly indulge myself in sweet vengeance. Just you wait Chris, when I return; you will wish you had died on the volcano along with your wretched partner. I guarantee it. But as of this moment, I have to be patient and tread cautiously if I were to fully utilize Alex.

Now that we have come to an agreement, he would be observing my every move attentively. I need to earn his trust, and that itself poses a challenge, for I know not of the man's background, besides his cheery demeanour. It should be an amusing past time for me to decipher this enigma while I continue and improve my plans of separating the wheat from the chaff. This second, no, THIRD chance in life is starting to look very promising indeed.

I slowly paced around the small room I was kept in, feeling my strength gradually returning to me. My frail limbs begin regaining their strength as the minutes go by. The virus flowing in me has begun repairing the damaged cells, tissues and organs. I no longer needed the IV drip inserted in my left arm so I yanked the needle out of my hand and dropped it on the floor. I also took the liberty to tear off all the bandages that were covering my body. I hated them. It only reminded me of how fragile my body can be, despite having one of the most powerful viruses coursing through my blood streams. I need to produce more serum before the virus decides to turn its back on me again. How long has it been since my last injection?

I finally reached the ground floor of the huge-assed building. Damn Organization edifice is humongous! Like any other fancy corporation, The Organization's reception area is nothing short of spectacular. The entrance, fitted with retinal and fingerprint recognitions, ensures that only employees of the Organization are granted access to the building. In the middle of the room lies a grand chandelier, which I secretly think it's tacky and only someone like Spencer would liked it. Hmm, I wonder how much it would hurt if that thing fall on top of you. I sure as hell don't wanna find out. I can barely go through a jab without whining like a pussy. Wait, what was I supposed to do again besides admiring the general splendor of the lobby? Oh right! Get Albert's accommodation settled before he tears out my spinal cord and whips me with it.

I slapped my forehead for getting easily distracted and made my way towards the counter situated across of the room. A woman with sandy blonde hair had just finished a phone call and placed the receiver back to its cradle. I strode over to her, in hopes of obtaining some assistance.

"Hey Alex! How's it going?"

"My name's Cameron you self-conceited prick."

"Whatever. Hey can you hook me up with one of the suites on level 60? And could you give this list to housekeeping so they can get everything ready for our guest?"

I produced a piece of paper from my breast pocket and held it out between my index and middle finger, waiting for Cameron to seize it. She just stood there, not intending to give any response at all.

"Mr. Weske-"

"Call me Alex."

She sighed in frustration. Teasing Cameron and just about everyone else in this company brings me such pleasure. Damn I love my job.

"Alex… Look boss, just because I'm a receptionist here doesn't mean I'm your personal assistance. Which, you have, which happens to do absolutely nothing except stand there like a vintage Ming dynasty vase, which goes by the name of…"

She paused, and rolled her eyes at me as she literally had to choke the name out of her system.

"Alex…So why don't you put her to good use?"

"You mean Alexandra? Nah, she's not my personal assistant, she's the secretary of looking good. I can't have her send the list. She's busy, with umm… looking good. Please just do this once for me? Pretty pwease with sugar lumps on top? "

I looked straight into Cameron's eyes, and gave her my best impersonation of a sad puppy's eyes.

She flinched in disgust and looked the other way.

Fuck, I forgot I have snake-like amber-coloured eyes, and the sad puppy eyes look only works when you have god damn normal-looking, big, long-lashed doll-like eyes. Stupid virus side effect. Gotta make a mental note to figure out how to eliminate the stinkin' side effects of the Progenitor Virus.

Just when I turned my heel in defeat to send the list myself, Cameron let out a tiny growl and called me back to the counter.

"Lemme see your stupid list!"

Her left hand shot out to snatch the list out of mine before I could pass it to her. Feisty one we have here. Her grayish-blue irises were moving from left to right as she quickly skimmed through the lengthy list before her. She raised her brow and paused for a moment before looking up to meet my gaze.

"All items in the room must be in black?" She read out the words scribbled on the list with a questioning manner.

"Ah… I see you have reached item number seven."

"Twelve pairs of Dolce and Gabbana sunglasses!" She interjected before I could finish clarifying the strange demands.

"…And number twelve."

"Oh this one's even crazier. Thirty-five tubes of Schwarzkopf hair gel for men!"

"And number… wait, what number is that?"

Cameron put both her hands up in defeat while letting out an audible groan.

"I'm surprised you didn't ask for a fresh pint of warm blood to be sent up the room every day. Alex, what exactly are you up to this time?"

"Nothing really. Just making some preparation for a guest tis' all. Look, you can stand here all day and ogle at my handsome face or you can do me a favour and make sure that housekeeping gets this list. So which one will it be, Miss Evans?"

Not wanting to waste any more time or energy to deal with me, she nodded and shooed me off with her right hand.

"I'll send it right away. Just let me get Cassandra to take my place for a while and I'll be on my way."

I nodded and returned to the elevator I came from and took it back to the underground levels to check up on my dear brother. I have a feeling he's gonna need answers to his questions.

Alex made his way back to the room where Wesker was staying. Taking out a card, he swiped it against the lock and the door slid open. Wesker was out of his bed and was pacing around the small room, agitated, but when he saw Alex entered, he abruptly stopped and looked at Alex with his cold, menacing eyes. It was obvious that Wesker disliked the man, despite accepting his offer. Alex, on the other hand was lax and leaned on the door. He was the first to break the silence between them.

"So, what do you wanna know?"

Note: Friggin chapter is so hard to write. Sorry for the confusing POVs, i'm still experimenting with them. Anyways, story's gonna really slow to a crawl(well, not that it was moving to begin with lol) thanks to the MASSIVE writer's block i'm facing and uni assignments. Till then, cheerio~