Chapter 10

Spencer's Facility

Wesker walked down the elegant, empty hallway; the heels of his Italian loafers making a rhythmic click against the tiled floor. As he made his way down the corridor, the décor began to shift and change. The crème colored walls were now covered with paintings and the ceiling rose sharply above him with high arches. Chandeliers hung from the high ceilings, casting an ominous glow throughout the hall. Long, unlit candlesticks lined the walls while the hard drippings clung to their sides, telling of a time when they were once lit. Agarwood side tables and cabinets were pressed against the walls along the floor, holding photographs and priceless antiques.

He walked into the room at the end of the hall and looked around. Next to the doorway stood a table where a large vase of bright colored flowers sat. The red along the edges of the petals surrounded the golden center, perfectly mirroring Wesker's animalistic eyes.

"Stairway to the Sun." The voice of Ozwell Spencer vibrated through the room, with the speaker being unseen. "Those little flowers are what started Umbrella, Albert. You had no idea about these miracle flowers. Only the founding members of Umbrella and a few researchers knew of their existence. Well, besides those un-evolved Ndipaya tribe members. According to their primitive legends, those who survived eating the Stairway to the Sun, would inherit great strength." Spencer appeared before Wesker with his arms crossed against his chest. A smirk was tugging at his lips as he looked at one of the 'Wesker Children'.

"I see. So Marcus and yourself derived the progenitor virus from these 'flowers'." Wesker's nose scrunched up and he knocked the vase of flowers off its base, causing it to shatter on the floor. He could not bring himself to believe that the virus that was coursing from his veins came from something so measly like a flower.

"Correct!" Spencer said, "And then Marcus tested it to enhance its efficiency. You remember when he derived the T-virus from injecting the progenitor into the leech specimens? Just think, Albert, what if those flowers could grow anywhere? Not just in an underground cave in the middle of nowhere. In every field and garden in the United States. No. In the World!"

Wesker took a step forward and his shoes crunched against the glass that was shattered on the floor. He stopped when Spencer started to talk again,

"I have something for you, Albert. Something I think you'd like to have. After-all… that virus is wracking your body, making both you and it… unstable." Spencer took his younger form and looked at Wesker. He then opened a briefcase that was filled with syringes and small glass bottles.

"It's a special Progenitor-based serum to keep the virus inside of your body stable. I've had it lying around for years now, wondering when I'd give it to you. Surely that 'virus'," he motioned the back of his hand to Wesker, "by William would be unstable. That boy always had trouble with things like that." a loud laugh boomed inside of the room, echoing from wall to wall. Shaking the chandelier that was glowing in the middle of the high ceiling.

Wesker made no look of shock or interest to the small case that sat on a table. His hidden eyes stared at Spencer and then his top lip started to curl up.

"But there is a price I want from you." Spencer said, "I want a sample of your virus. I ALSO want a sample of your latest work. Your 'Type-2 plaga'. It is so much more stable than those plaga-hybrids that are running around all over the place."

Wesker laughed loudly and placed his gloved fingers on his forehead, "Do you really think that I would want some 'serum' from the likes you? I'm Albert Wesker, I do not need anything from a feeble human like you."

Ozwell smirked slightly and closed the metal case, "If that's your choice Albert, then it was not a wise decision," Spencer pulled a gun from under his coat and aimed it at Wesker, "We will see who's the better man, dear Albert."

Spencer pulled the trigger, but the tyrant was far too fast and dodged easily. He looked back at the wall and saw two darts sticking out of the concrete. He felt a foot connect with his stomach and he flew back into a bookcase; making it collapse down on top of him.

Wesker raised his fist through the old volumes and raised himself up. He looked down at his gloved hand and suddenly saw two blurry hands.

"PG67A/W. A serum created especially for you, Albert," spoke Spencer, "if I gave you twice the dosage, it would weaken you... oh look at that," he made a mock disapproving sound, "I gave you too much. I'm so very sorry."

He laughed loudly and pulled Wesker up to his feet by his hair, "You were going to be my l-" he stopped suddenly and looked down at the needle that was inserted into his chest. Wesker's lips curled into his natural smirk and pressed the plunger down in the syringe, filling Spencer with the anti-virus.

"You ba-STARD!" he spat. Spencer ripped the syringe out of his chest and threw it across the room. HIs hands grabbed his head and he hunched over in pain.

"You're not the only one with tricks up their sleeves, Ozwell." Wesker leaned against the wall and shook his head slightly, The serum was still giving him double-vision, making it hard to see.

Spencer pressed the button under his desk and a secret door slid open, "This isn't," he wheezed loudly and clutched his chest, "the end, Albert." he turned his face back to Wesker and he saw that Spencer turned back into his normal form.

The old man hobbled through the door and it slid closed behind him.

Wesker slid down the wall and sat on the cold marble floor.

"Oh dear, Albert. Did that man hurt you, my darling?" a sly-accented laugh came from the doorway and Wesker looked back to see Excella Gionne standing there.

"Ex... cella... What are you?..." Wesker gasped, trying to get the words out.

"Spencer invited he here. You're lucky that I came." her accent fluidly slid out of her pouty lips as she walked over to him, "Come now, Albert. Let us leave this place."

Her arm wrapped around his waist and she slung his own arm over her slender shoulders. She moved his face down a little, making sure that he had a good view of her cleavage as she spoke to him, "Do you want that little box over there, Albert?" she motioned her eyes over to the case filled with the PG67A/W serum.

Wesker managed to nod and she walked over to the table, "So he made one before myself, huh. That bastard," her hand gripped the handle to the case and she turned Wesker around with her.

"Let us find your servants, now sweet Albert. They'll be able to support you better than myself." She started walking again before something dawned on her. "Oh yes, I almost forgot. I have my team ready to take any samples that are left behind. It seems that… that 'Miller' is heading to the air dome. Perhaps we'll have a little fun with him, eh?"

After that, Excella lead Wesker out of the room in order to find the others.

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Outside the airport

As the survivors exited the airport, the troops stationed at the entrance poured in and opened fire on the monsters inside the terminal. Gunfire rang throughout the halls of the airport as the once-human beasts were put out of their misery one by one.

"Rani!" shouted a voice from the crowd gathered outside the quarantine compound. Rani's Aunt was pressed up against the chain link fence, trying to reach for her.

"Aunt!" the little girl shouted before she started to run to her beloved aunt. Men in biohazard suits grabbed her and held he back from touching her only family member.

"Oh thank God you're alright!" sobbed the older woman. She kept trying to reach out to her niece, only to be pulled away every time.

"I was so scared!" Rani sobbed uncontrollably.

Senator Davis was sipping a cup of coffee and scoffed at the scene, "I can't stand kids, they're a real pain in the ass" he adjusted the blanket that was covering his shoulders and took another sip of his beverage.

Angered, Claire walked over to him and raised her arm back, "Bastard!" she slapped him hard across the face, "That girl will probably have nightmares for the rest of her life because of you!" the angry redhead stormed off and went over to Rani and her Aunt.

"I got it," said Claire in a soft tome to the man in the bio-suit, "You ok? Don't worry, she's fine..." Leon walked next to his wife and started to speak with Rani's Aunt.

Ark, Bruce, Billy, and Carlos just stood there dumbfounded with Steve. It seemed that they were being ignored by everyone, including the brunette SRT member beside them.

The young tyrant looked at everyone and then suddenly disappeared. He had to go find her, and that meant leaving everyone behind to do so.

As he ran to his secret helicopter on the airport runway, he sighed. He didn't want to leave Claire again, but he had to find Sherry.

"Sherry..." he thought to himself. He would find her and take her away from all of this... Even if it meant to go against Wesker, he would let Sherry live the rest of her life as a normal person. She wouldn't be poked and prodded my scientists nor be used as a weapon anymore. She would be her, and Steve would make damn sure that she was never used again. Not by anyone.

A/N: I know some of the stuff doesn't match up with Degen and RE5, so please don't point those out, seeing how this story was INSPIRED by them. D8 (I really should not have to remind people this!)

New chapter was a few days late, I smashed my finger at work, so I couldn't type with it, and of course, it was my index finger. At least I can feel the finger tip now :D I can even bend it T-T

Once again, thanks to ArthasvsLeon for being my beta! 8:3!! And thanks to KT324 for the Degen script!!! :D You guys are THE BEST!!