Chapter Twenty One

"He's alive…" Leon nearly pressed his lips to the receiver, the thin line of sweat that had formed upon his brow feeling sticky. One look at Ada had tipped he doubt completely, but with the satellite photos and her gloating, Kennedy knew that the truth was what she spoke. Little had the woman known that their team had already infiltrated the Raccoon facility, and might face their arch enemy at any moment. Chris' breath stopped on the other end of the line as the words were transmitted, and Leon had begin to wonder whether or not the man had gone into a rageful fit, or passed out. Clutching to the radio, Leon hunched over, desperately speaking into the device. "Redfield… Redfield, you have to pull out. This is bigger than anyone ever thought… Redfield… Chris…" A voice akin to a demon snarled over the device, cracking and hoarse with emotion that the other man could not read. "Fuck you, Kennedy. I'm getting my wife…" After the final statement, the line went dead, leaving a wide eyed Leon shocked and fearful for his friends… for Sheva… Jamming back the callback code, nothing came through, his fingers flying over the buttons now for a secondary option. "HQ, contact the BSAA for back up, we have a pro…blem…ahcg…."

As he had tried to warn them of the impending doom, Leon had made one fatal mistake; he had turned his back. As her silence was like a cat, Ada had moved her bound hands underneath her legs, bringing them to the forefront of her body. Now stalking him from behind, the woman pounced, fluidly wrapping her arms about his throat. He attempted to throw her over his shoulder, but with her knee firmly planted in the small of his back, she resisted, slowly choking the life out of him. Breathing into his ear as Leon's eyes rolled back from oxygen depletion, Ada snickered at how easily he had fallen prey to her. "Shhh, Baby… Let me take care of you…

And your friends…"

…..

They waltzed the floor together like perfect partners, the mystery shadow and she. His face was obscured by darkness as they moved together, but somehow his body felt familiar. It was like the missing part of the puzzle of flesh, the warmth making her feel partially safe and complete. But she couldn't see who he was… she couldn't see this man that was cradling her in his arms. Peering closer to the figure, crystal blue eyes blinked out from the darkness, a gentle smile of a man she had long know emerging from the shadow. She smiled back, touching his chin gently. She knew… she loved this man…

As she leaned forward to see further, the eyes that made her heart swell turned a blood red, the smile morphing into a sadistic triumphant token of horror. As she struggled against him, Angelica looked wildly around and realized her silken dress has turned small. She wasn't her self…

She was a child…

As Wesker moved to her, eyes gleaming, his voice lowered into a deep chuckle…

"It's alright, dearheart.. Daddy's here.."

….!...

"NOOO Leave her alone…no..no.."

Angelica jerked as far up as her restraints would allow, her nightmare having fled. The only trace of it left was in the tears that stained her cheeks. The serum bag above her looked drained and forced as it dripped steadily into her veins, forcing her powers to be at bay. How long had it been since her betrayal? Days… Years… hours… From the look of the area, it was only hours, though the pain that moved in her felt stale. But she couldn't focus on the physical aspect… she had to help her daughter… Writhing upwards, it only took moments to realize that an escape as a mere human would be impossible…

"You will find the restraints are quite accommodating, dear heart…" Looking up, Angelica stopped her movements as suddenly as she had begun them. Shrinking back against the gurney, her fear of the man before her was evident. As she reached a hand out towards her, the woman jerked, causing him to frown. "You have no need to fear me, Angelica… I have merely come to ask you questions…" Angelica's eyes slid to the corners as she looked back at Wesker, a stony expression moving into her formerly tearful expression. "What do you want, Albert…" Moving her wild hair into a more smoothed back position, Wesker pushed withdrew his sunglasses from his nose. He hadn't had his last dose for the day… and his ruby orbs were flashing with restrained emotion. "Why did not you not make me… aware of your situation. We could have remedied things…" The comment tore a bitter chuckle from the woman, her cynical glare burning into his mind. "Children are embryos to you, Albert, despite whose they may be. I was quite content raising My child the way I deemed fit.. without your meddling in her life and tainting her mind with your dreams of humanity… She needed to live her life without revolutionary ideas tearing away her childhood.."

Wesker moved around the table, his eyes following Angelica's every movement. There was something she was not telling him still, he could sense it. "Or, my dear, was it the fact you did not want her to know who her secondary parent was all together… Am I truly such a monster in your eyes that you would make our child believe her father was dead?" Angelica snapped her eyes to his direction, her lips turning downwards. "Not dead… merely ill. And you are…. Three years ago you tried to exterminate the entire race… I felt it safer to keep her from you." Leaning closer to her, Wesker's face placed itself inches away from hers. "If you were truly worried about safety, we would not be having this conversation… But I suppose both parties are to blame considering our …union was far from planned…" Angelica then did something he never thought she would do again for him…

Turning away, her cheeks flamed bright crimson, the flush moving down her body in a deep blush of embarrassment. This drew a chuckle from deep within his throat, Wesker's amusement quite visible. "I see you have thought such as well…" Withdrawing his hand from one of his gloves, the man pressed his frigid fingertips to her cheek, causing Angelica's skin to flinch. She looked back at him slowly. "I have, but there was a problem with my DNA that was thought it had prevented it. William had informed me that one of the flaws of the virus was that I cold never procreate… It would attack the fetus, rendering me barren… But I do suppose since the virus was present in you as well…well…." Wesker eyes flitted up to hers. She hadn't expected this anymore than he had… But she had kept the child… not terminating it… Moving his hand down her neck, he watched as the nerve reaction caused her flesh to move under his touch favorably. "I see… She is remarkable… her personality favors you, my dear… Quite impertinent… very lovely."

A smirk covered Angelica's lips as she watched Wesker, her eyes narrowing. No matter how much he hated her…he couldn't stay away.. The horrid part that she was beginning to realize… it was the same way. He had her child… their child… and yet she felt a heat pushing up from her core as he smirked at her.. So many memories of betrayal and lies kept her from fully giving in to the darkness, but he was there trying to drag her in by her heart…. "Her temper matches your own, Albert… You had better watch how you treat her while I'm gone…" Raising an eyebrow as he moved his exploring fingers to her chest, Wesker stared intently as the body who had caused his nightmares for three years. She was just as mischievous now, even as she was strapped and incapacitated, she acted as if there were one more card to play. "And why is that?" Even as he fingernails dug into her, breaking her skin, Angelica grit her teeth as she revealed that the child was really her secret weapon… "Because if she finds out what exactly is going on, she will kill you… and everyone here….

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"What happened…what did Leon want…" Sheva's eyes were wide as she watched Chris snap his earpiece in two. Slamming the article on the floor, Redfield did not even say a word as he moved forwards from his hiding place. Swinging his shot gun from the holder on his back, the infuriated man began to let off several shots. Roaring in anger as the spray hit the cage lock, her dodged to the side as the overly large canine lept from its confinement. Snapping its jaws and growling, the animal circled around to stop in one place. A sickening, tearing noise filled the room as the jaws began to tear length wise apart. Instead of only side to side, it split vertically as well, a four pronged snapping of jaws with lines of sharp, bloodied teeth like a shark hybrid. Sheva barely followed her partner, still partially terrified at his sudden rashness. Chris paid no heed to the danger as he shot the animal mercilessly, sinking buck shot round after buck shot round into the corroded flesh of the beast. Snarling in pain as it lept forwards, Sheva fluidly leaned down into a crouching position. Swinging her secondary weapon off her beck, she shouted to her half crazed partner, praying he actually heard her. "Keep it occupied for me! Keep it steady…" As she aimed her sniper in close range, Alomar sucked in a deep breath and held it. Chris reloaded his shotgun as fast as possible, having to drop it as the creature came into far too close. Snapping up his handgun, he unloaded the bullets as fast as the weapons would allow.

Clicking empty far too sooner than he had wished it, Redfield swallowed as he began to realize he had made a severe mistake. His anger had blinded him… this was no normal Cerberus and he had known it… But everything had gone red when he had found out his enemy lived… He had to find out of it was truth, or a lie Wong had fed to Leon to keep them distracted… But now he wouldn't get the chance… Jill would not have a husband to find her in a few seconds…

The sound of gunfire cracked through the room, the rushing animal falling mid stride and skidding on the floor in a bloody trail as bullets sunk into the back of its skull and splattered the brain matter as it went. The creature twitched in the pool of its own blood, beating a morbid painting in the liquid before it finally released itself. Chris flinched as he passed the animal, walking up thankfully to his partner's side. She swung her weapon back towards her clip pack, an angry look across her lovely face. A stiff backhand landed across his cheek before he could explain, her voice spitting tearful fury as she rebuked him. "You idiot. You could have gotten us both killed.. What did Leon tell you to act like such a fool?"

Chris held his hands up, even as the reddish welt rose upon his cheek. Shaking his head, Redfield could not bring himself to look at Sheva. Instead he would tell her what he had been told, and hope that she understood. "Sheva, I'm sorry… But we have bad news that I don't know it truth, or a lie.." Alomar huffed as she straightened herself, regaining her composure slowly. "What…what is it, Chris?" As Chris Redfield stared up at her, his green eyes looked full of a mixture of emotions… Slowly his lips moved, his voice sounding strangely inhuman.

"Albert Wesker is alive…."