Author: I have a very important announcement to make. The end of this chapter marks the end of Part 1. This story overall will probably be around 4 to 5 parts. For now I'll pause to work on Part 2 (I've already got several chapters ready for it), which will contain more action, such as the Spencer Mansion incident. Thanks for reading this and I hope you will like Part 2 if you stick around for it.~ n_n

June 27, 1975 (10:20 AM).

The car finally came to a stop after the longest ride I could think of. It felt long because I was contained in my imprisoned state and unable to even see our destination. The car doors opened and soon I was pulled free to be forced into a walk by rough hands clamped around my arms.

I was being led somewhere, though I knew not where. It was useless to even pay attention to anything. The voices I heard said nothing of importance and the smells that lingered were of cleaning tools. I was apparently being led into a building and down deeper into it, to the heart of the facility.

When we arrived I was forced to my knees, my bound hands aching and my mouth dry. "You finally get here!" I heard a deep voice say.

I recognized the voice, but I couldn't place who it was.

"I see she is unharmed. Good, good." The voice repeated. "Well done, Carius. You are dismissed." I heard footsteps and soon I felt almost alone. All but that voice.

I felt my blindfold being undone and removed. Soon a bright light caused me to shut my eyes until they adjusted. When they did I glared up at the beaming face of Ozwell Spencer with his arms folded behind his back.

"Welcome back, twelve." He said in greeting.

I blinked clear my sight, mumbling a curse beneath my breath. "Twelve?"

"You know so little, but then again you left before I could tell you the fate that awaits you, my dearest Saria." He chuckled and it caused anger to boil in my veins.

"What do you mean the fate that awaits me? Why am I here? Where is my father?" I questioned in a growl as my fingers squirmed, itching to break free from the restraints.

"Your father is here, do not worry. I have a lot to explain. Listen carefully. I will not repeat myself." He said softly.

I watched his face relax as he took a deep breath.

"Saria Alexandria Wesker. You are a part of a.. very promising project. You and several other individuals have been injected with a virus of which strengthens certain aspects of that specific person. You are number twelve of the Wesker Children Project created and overseen by both Caroline and your father."

No.. No, he's lying..

"Your brother Derick is subject ten."

I was shaking with anger now. "You're lying!" I shouted, jerking against my bonds.

"I have no reason to lie. You are our savior, my dear girl. You are the future.." He whispered the words with pride.

"You're.. disgusting! How the hell can you do this to people?!" I snarled, true and complete anger coiling in my system.

"Soon you'll be in a tank. We have to monitor the virus." He said, stepping forth to touch my cheek.

I jerked my head to the side. "Do not touch me!"

He smacked me across the face and I hit the floor, glaring up at him. "You will thank me, Saria. You will." He lifted me by my arm, dragging me from the room and to the one beside it, which was lined with two tanks and all kinds of equipment.

I fought, but it did no good. I found myself hooked to cords, stuck inside the first tank, unable to move. I watched Spencer and another man move beyond the liquid and soon my senses dimmed as I sank into a deep sleep.

May 2, 1978 (3:15 PM).

"This scene is so serene.."

"Serene? Yes, it's completely serene."

"Yeah. I mean- wait, don't you use that tone with me!"

"What tone?"

"That one!"

"I'm using the one I always use. Is that cause for concern?"

"You are so dense! Jeez, Al, I swear you need to socialize more!"

"I do socialize, on the contrary."

"Socializing in the labs is not what I mean."

"Will, let's discuss something more important."

"Fine. So what the hell are we supposed to do with this one?"

"Observation of the virus Lord Spencer said."

"Figures. The subject is kind of cute when she sleeps. When do you think she'll be woken up, Al?"

"Whenever she has a purpose, I suppose."

"Purpose? Somehow I knew you'd say that."

"Will, pass me the notes- hm, quite intriguing."

"What is?"

"It says here subject twelve's virus is close to being fully merged with her cells, organs and bodily functions."

"Really? What's the percentage?"

"According to the notes last taken it was at 94 percent positive."

"Impressive! What's her name again?"

"It simply says 'Subject Twelve'- I can't shake the feeling that I know this woman, but I cannot figure out how or why."

"Perhaps she reminds you of someone you've seen, Al?"

"Perhaps."

"I still think you need to socialize more."

"Drop it, Will."