Chapter Nineteen

Her bed felt so cold without the knowing fact of her daughter in the other room. Larson had insisted keeping her in the new playroom they had constructed for her below the mansion. IT was located in the very center of the complex, and had more reinforcements than some prisons. IT had made Angelica nervous, but Frederick had explained that during this stage of the process, he needed round the clock observation, and he could not get that in the make shift apartment area they had appointed her. Curled up in a ball amongst her coverlets, Angelica snuggled into their hiding shroud. Something felt so wrong, and yet she could not place what it was… It was as if her system had been running on low for days, and was slowly going down hill. The woman wasn't sure if it was emotions getting the better of her…or something far worse… Slowly sitting up, Angelica passed a hand over her cool forehead. Maybe a glass of water would help her sleep…

Dragging herself from the plush relaxation, the tips of her toes glided into soft, furry black slippers. Shuffling towards the mini-kitchen, the woman moved her hand towards the stray glass that was sitting empty on the counter. No matter how many times she convinced herself water would help, it didn't …or coffee…or milk. She had tried already three times that night. Pausing as she reached the sink, Angelica's eyes leveled forwards. They narrowed; her hand flashing to the counter top with the glass. It burst into shards, leaving a jagged, knife-like piece within her grasp. Moving in a whirling motion, she pointed at the one shadow that had moved in the room. "And here I thought they were keeping a tight leash on you.." A deep chuckle floated from within the darkness as the muzzle of a firearm began to emerge from the inky shadows. Wesker's eyes flashed angrily, the old madness still flickering within them. His dose was wearing off…she could see the scarlet ring invading his tourmaline iris' already.

"So intelligent, yet you never seem to get the bigger picture…Angelica. This is a personal call, dearheart, and one I will thoroughly enjoy making…. You have been keeping secrets from me, my dear… And tonight you pay for them." His lips drew back over his teeth, a hiss of rage and pain mingling into a noise that made Angelica quiver inside. His eyes were on her, and his body followed in an instant, his hand gripping into her hair. Caught of guard, the woman dropped her glass weapon, her neck searing from pain as he jerked it backwards. Wesker's snarl made her eyes water wide as his words caused the nightmare that had kept her awake for three years to come to life. "When were you planning to tell me of my offspring you filthy whore…"

Something snapped…

And it was his wrist.

Pushing herself into him, Angelica grabbed hold of the hand that had held the handgun. Wesker had allowed the limb merely to crush against her, taking for a grant that she would be too paralyzed with shock to fight back. But as always when it dealt with Angelica…he was wrong. Her steel grip smashed into the bone, bending it back as her leg came up to mule kick him in the back of the spine. It sent him sprawling into the kitchen table, splinters and random papers going flying when the furniture gave way under his force. Before he could react, her foot crushed onto his ribcage, several snapping noises telling Wesker that the majority of his ribs were now shattered. Angelica's amber orbs now flamed with life, their glow casting a demon like appearance on her beautiful face. "You will leave my daughter alone… If you touch her I will.."

"You will what, my dear? …..snn…snnn…. You do not have the power to make that decision any more… Alpha Team, Fallen Angel is a go.." A sickly grin spread across his face as she backed away from her prey. Suddenly the housing was flooded with Umbrella crew, their stun guns all trained on her. Standing in the very epicenter of an attack that she did not expect, Angelica tried to back herself away. Her hands slowly raised in the air, her eyes becoming a strange, glassy color. All the rage seemed to have drained into pure, emotionless horror. Looking down in seemingly defeat, Burrows' looked deflated and sorrowful. As Wesker drew himself back up, the man cracked his neck as the bones of his body that she had crcked began to heal back into place. His eyes were darkened, the flaming ring of crimson now engulfing him as the serum that had held back his power finally broke its hold.

"You see, Miss Burrows, you are being replaced by the true heir to the throne… You are being replaced, and our daughter will be the first to realize her mother was just….holding her back…" Snapping her head back up, Angelica snarled, starting for him once more. "You WILL NOT TOUCH MY BABY…" As the woman charged forwards, the lead guard shot the stun bolt wire. Her hand shot out, catching it in mid air. As the electricity shot through her system, Angelica almost seemed to laugh from the sensation. Walking forwards with jerky steps, several more wires wrapped into her slim body, finally flooring her roughly. Angelica twitched with convulsions, her eyes rolling back with the last sight of the man who would take her child into a whole new world…

The world she had tried to pretend didn't exist….

….

Leon paced back and forth, watching the deadly woman that was tied on the floor. Ada had tried to struggle only a small amount, but what made him nervous was the silence she was keeping. Wong was normally was prone to taunting, and right now she had not said more than two words. Her lip had been smashed during their fight, and now Kennedy was bent closely to the woman, attempting to help her with the abrasion. His attempts were hissed at, her sharp teeth trying to clamp on the tip of his finger. Jerking back his hand, Leon growled beneath his breath. "Hey, don't go doing that, I may shoot you in the head for suspecting you to be infected." Ada grinned evilly, her dark eyes dancing at the comment. "I'm not infected you twat, just extremely vicious… you of all people should know I love to bite." Stroking his chin as he moved upwards fully, Leon straightened his back at the comment. She did have a point.. But no matter, he had a job to do, and no amount of past feelings could prevent that. Beginning to pace in front of his prisoner, Kennedy's hand trailed ever so slightly over his holstered handgun.

"I've been watching you for six months now, Wong. I know you…know how you think. After three years why would you come out of hiding to rejoin Umbrella? The only association you had with them died back in Africa…" At this statement, the man stopped, watching Ada's reaction. He was right and she knew it. She wouldn't have come out of hiding for just any reason… There was something more to the picture… And it was written across her face. Her full lips were drawn back, her throat gently moving with a condescending chuckle. Throwing her head back, the former Agency operative's eyes flashed. "Oh you and your little BSAA friends have no idea what's in store, do you? As always Umbrella is three steps ahead, and you're just figuring out the basics… Since you and I have a history, love, I'll let you in on a little secret…

Everything you think you know….

Is a lie..."

….

"What do you mean mommy won't give me my shot today?"

The little girl's voice rose with fright as she struggled against Frederick Larson, her weakened state leaving the child breathless. None the less it had taken four body guards and the doctor himself to restrain her against the mattress when the girl had thrown her initial fit. Now subdued and sniffling, she cuddled against her stuffed rabbit, large eyes searching the room for the person who would prick her. Frederick smoothed out her golden locks, her lips still trembling with the left over strain she had inflicted earlier. "It's a surprise, my dear. I promise you will like it better than mommy." The child shook her head and smashed it into the pillow defiantly. Her wet lips mumbled as she turned away. "Nuh uh…" Larson almost smiled to himself… She was defiant like bother her mother and father, but at this age, far more pliable than the former. Leaning down to her ear to whisper before he waved the man waiting in the doorway on, Frederick prayed that everything he was about to do would not backfire… "I promise… and what has your mommy taught you about promises?" Turning back around and rubbing her eyes, the girl sniffled. "Take them, make them. Never break them…" Nodding as he patted her arm, the doctor moved out of reach.

"Very good…" The affirmation came from the stranger she had not noticed walking in the room. His footsteps were barely heard, even by her, and he wore aviator glasses that his eyes. Slowly the little girl scrunched into the bed in fear, her sapphire eyes wide. Wesker reached forward slowly, his gloved fingers barely moving. He…he didn't understand… he wanted to know her.. A shield pressed against his searching grasp, making the man flinch in surprise. Raising and eyebrow, he cast a glance back at Larson. The doctor clarified, clearing his throat nervously. "Ahh yes…she had psionic abilities, but I've never seen her use them like this before…" Sitting gently on the bed, Wesker distanced himself slightly. He would try a different tactic.. "I am not going to harm you, dear heart… please allow me to administer your shot.." The child stared, the eyes within her making Wesker want to look away… he could see her mother in them, and his own…his old self in her. Her curiosity finally won out as she crept towards the edge of them bed. She clung as if for protection to her stuffed animal, the child finally closed the gap between them as she sat firmly down.

"You smell funny…" Letting him roll up her sleeve, the child wrinkled her nose. The man wore an over abundance of cologne, and for some odd reason it seemed familiar… yet she had never met him before. Wesker squared his jaw at the comment, a wry smile curving at his lips as he rubbed the spot for the injection with an alcohol swap. "Really? And what do I smell like?" Moving the needle into her flesh, the man watched as his offspring did not even flinch at the pain Thinking in the back of his mind, the father part of him had already begun to grow… Good girl…

The same expression remained on her face as she pointed a finger into the air. "You smell like….man…man smell? Way too much grown up stinky on you… Where's mommy?" Even as the Band-Aid was placed upon her forearm, Wesker could see the mark healing, looking up to the child, he shook his head. "Mommy is …sick right now. I'll be taking care of you until she's better…" Standing to his full height, Wesker could feel the child's eyes follow him to the door. She was smart.. and she was already figuring out who he was. Exiting without even saying a goodbye, Wesker felt his heart slam against his chest. He needed to be alone and think… He needed to get away from the child that had his eyes…

As Larson moved forwards, the child narrowed her eyes. Everything was becoming strange..and different. The weird man had said her mother was sick…but as of last night she had been fine… Holding her bunny tighter to her chest, she looked up at her doctor with skeptical eyes. Larson smiled, it seemed forced and almost afraid… "So what did you think of your…new caretaker?" The little girl sidled across the bed back to her pillow, her voice sounding clear and unmistakably like her mother's as she leveled a cold gaze at her doctor.

"I think he's a liar…Mommy taught me about liars too… Liar Liar…

Soul on fire…"

A/N

Sorry for the delay guys, life had been so hectic lately that my brain has turned into an egg….

Scrambled one that is!

Anyway, thanks to Artichoke, Shadow, and Malefic for sticking by me!

And btw Malefic…I watched your caramel dance…

O_O Is all I have to say xD

Anywho!

Happy Reading,

Angie