Chapter One! Yay me -cough- any way... Please enjoy :)

Eliza Thornbred awoke in a state of shock and pure confusion. Her brain searched franticly for memories of past events and get a grip on reality. All her memories came rushing back like a river. Her parents had died when she was five, she ran away from the orphanage when she was twelve, lived on the streets since then, and learned to shoot a gun from a man know only as "Exploding Bill". She fought to keep her eyes closed. I wonder how long I slept…

The ground below her felt different then the concrete she passed out on somehow. This ground was both hard and cold but not as hard nor as cold, it felt… like tile almost. Her eyes tightened in irritation and her face was fixed in a tight frown. She opened her eyes and tried to distinguish her location. She seemed to be in a room of some sorts; small, almost cell-like in a way. The floor was made of gray tile. She frowned, not knowing where she was bothered her deeply. There were two large windows on the East wall, and lying in between was a large glass door; all bullet proof by the looks of it.

She pushed herself into a sitting position against the wall realizing that she was in a vulnerable position. A few people in white lab coats passed by the windows paying no attention to her.

"What the…" She muttered to herself. Then one of the people stopped and looked toward her expectantly. She couldn't hear what she was saying but Eliza was gifted in reading lips.

"She's awake... come here… she's…I know that we…" She couldn't read parts of this. Another person also in a white lab coat came and glanced at her. Both of the men looked alike, the same dark hair and eyes. Must be related somehow…

"Brother, we finally found ourselves a good one, eh?"

Eliza was confused. They were talking about her, weren't they?

The other one nodded mutely.

"F-virus?" He asked.

"Yeah," the other one said, "I'm quite curious on how it turns out. I believe we should get started."

He put a gloved hand on the door handle and pulled it down. Then, without warning, he jerked back up.

"Hello, Sir," Eliza saw him say. Minutes passed and Eliza had no idea what was going on, except she was scared. One of the men, the one with the darker hair, looked angry and stalked off; the other on followed looking concerned. She watched as another man entered the room she was in. He was a blonde and he wore dark black sunglasses with bothered Eliza because she had always been good at reading people and with those sunglasses on she couldn't see his eyes. Eliza frowned.

"Who are you?" She asked her voice strained.

He smirked. "My name is Albert Wesker," He said looking down at her. He held out his hand offering to help her up but she stood up without the assistance. She stared at him, eyes narrowed trying to make sense of this all.

"W-where am I? Why'd you take me here? What do you want with m-," she was about to ask another question but Wesker cut her off.

"I'll answer your questions shortly but maybe we should leave the research area and find a more secluded place to talk."

Albert Wesker had no idea why he did what he did; it was a last second decision. For some reason he couldn't let those two idiots of researchers inject her with the F4267653763567677990 prototype virus, which was such a failure. Her life was nowhere near over. He knew that one researcher, Aston Green, was the creator of the F- Virus and did not plan to give up so soon. Albert glanced over at her. She reminded him of someone with her messy black hair that made her face look even paler than it really was and her icy blue eyes that flickered endlessly around at everything they passed.

She looked young, but Albert knew she was older than she appeared. There was also something strong about her and Albert was still shocked at the fact that they had found her unconscious in an alley, in Raccoon City, with a gun, and uninfected. Most people he believed would have burst into tears. He led her into a small side room sometimes full of workers on break, now empty.

He sat down in one chair and gestured for her to occupy the other. She sat down nervously and looked around anxiously. Albert knew she was uncomfortable in a place she'd never been to. Neither of them said anything for awhile.

Finally Albert spoke. "You seem stronger than most people. I fact most people your age would have burst into tears."

She looked up at him. "Oh, I don't cry."

He raised his eyebrows; not understanding.

"Crying is a sign of weakness," she explained. "And you can't survive with weaknesses."

He smirked at this answer. "I agree completely, so tell me about yourself miss…uh."

"Eliza," She said her eyes un-hardened slightly. "My name is Eliza Thornbred."

Eliza sighed and walked around the room she entered, looking at random things that caught her attention. She felt like she could write a whole book about Umbrella and Wesker, and that he could write a short novel about her. She sighed. Wesker said she couldn't leave yet, plus Raccoon City was gone; she saw the papers. She just couldn't believe it, Raccoon City had been her home her entire life and now it was nothing. She wiped her eyes refusing to cry. Wesker had been nice enough to give her some time by herself… but there was something inhuman about him that Eliza didn't trust.

If Eliza had been paying attention, she would have heard someone pacing outside the door. Then she would have heard the door creak open slightly. If she would have looked, she would have saw Aston there. And if she would have spun around she might have had a chance. But she didn't for she was caught up in silent grief. She gasped and fell as the virus entered her body. Aston grinned triumphantly. It didn't last long as a gun fired twice and Wesker walked in, his eyes glowing a fierce red; his sunglasses hid it well though.

"Aston you incompetent fool! I told you leave her alone!" He hissed.

And as Aston lay dying, he smiled up and said, "I don't take orders from you Wesker. Not anymore."

"Where the Hell did you put the Antidote for it?" Wesker asked.

"I never thought you could care, Wesker. But I won't tell you." Death came swiftly to Aston.

"Damn you!" Wesker growled, and then look toward Eliza who writhed on the ground.

A/N: Reviews will Help Eliza Wake up faster!