Chapter Twenty Two
Leon's eyes fluttered the pain in his throat feeling like he had eaten a pine cone. Every time he took a breath the burning pain seared down his throat like fire, forcing him to gasp, which made it that much worse. Bleary eyes opened slowly, the blinding white of his surroundings making Kennedy wince against it. The Raccoon facility… the only explanation…How did she get him back so quickly.. Shaking his head in order to clear it, Leon almost mentally smacked himself If she was working for Umbrella directly… she more than likely had the entire facility squad under her beck and call. Slowly looking upwards, the man took in a shaky breath as the crimson clad female flashed before his still fuzzy eyes. Leaning down over him, Ada smirked quite visibly. "Ahh, you're awake…" Hissing between clenched teeth, Kennedy scrunched his body away from the leering woman above. "No good thanks to you. Why didn't you just kill me, Ada?" The lovely woman frowned at this comments, flicking her fingers outward to inspect them. Her eyes averted from his own, her plump lips twitching. "You know better than that…I have better plans for you, Leon…But I'll have to leave you here while I make my plans." Snatching herself upwards, the woman moved towards the door. Kennedy laughed audibly, the rich tones not sounding as if they would come from a man who had been captured and unconscious for any amount of time.
Ada peered back over her shoulder, both her eyebrows arched in surprise. " What's so funny?" Kennedy snickered gently, couching against his mirth. "You honestly think he's going to leave Umbrella for you? He's going to stay… He's going to build up his power, then betray everyone all over again. It's his pattern… He wouldn't do something that could get him killed..and if he left now… Umbrella would hunt him down until he was dead for certain…" Leon didn't even see her move, but he regretted it later. A balled up fist slammed into his cheek, flattening him to the floor roughly. Groaning from the blow, Kennedy arched his back angrily. Ada growled, her teeth baring at the statement he had made. "You will learn to shut that pretty mouth of yours, Kennedy..before I break it." Straightening her back, the angered Asian lingered briefly. Turning her back, Ada hung her head in the shadows. Leon sputtered as she walked away from him, leaning up as best as his bashed body would allow. "You love him, don't you…"
As Ada sidestepped into the doorway, she refused to turn her eyes to meet her former lover's. Leon had been good to her, but that had been such a long time ago… Her spine went rigid, and had Leon not been straining to hear, what she said next would be left unheard.
"Yes.. But that doesn't matter anymore.."
…
Slowly she opened her eyes, watching the shaky doctor that had come to refill her serum bag. It was a young man, possibly no older than twenty five, yet he had the fear in his eyes of a child. Angelica wondered what type of lies Trent was spreading throughout the company as an explanation for her capture. The young man's hands shook as he pushed the tray around, the standard surgical array and needles upon the shining steel surface. Angelica cringed as she saw the package of knives… why was he bringing knives into the room… What had Trent asked him to do…. The man shook, watching the woman on the table scrutinize him like an animal. He had met her before, a long time ago… She was a kind person, and now… Well now they wanted to remove several organs to see if they would grow back…
Turning his back after sliding the tray to the side, the young man held up the sedative syringe he had a flicked the vial. Angelica watched wide eyed as the loose wheeled tray inched closer to the edge of the bed. Her pinky inched forwards with its limited reach, flipping the unguarded surgical knife over onto her gurney. Angling her wrist sideways, she groaned as the strap gave way. The doctor whirled at the noise, his eyes wide in terror. Rushing to her, the man realized he was far too late as she freed her other arm and stabbed his shoulder in one, fluid motion. He stumbled back as the knife withdrew, slamming his hand on the panic button that was upon the wall. A red alarm blared, flashing lights lowering in the room. As the naïve man tried to stop his patient once more, his head was caught in her grasp, a freed knee smashing into his forehead.
Angelica slid from the gurney, her half open hospital gown still stained with the blood Wesker had drawn earlier with his angered fingertips, and the now passed out doctor on the floor. Limping from the room as a wave of exhaustion hit her, Angelica moved along the hallway slowly, disappearing into a supply closet before the troop of heavily armed guards tramped past. A small sob that escaped her lips was drowned out by the shouts, her tears unseen by the troop that blazed past. She had to find her daughter… She had to run…
….
Wesker's eyes widened as he watched her play… If you could call it playing.
There in the center of the room sat his daughter, different colored blocks in front of her. One by one she would stare at them, lifting them with her mind and revolving them around in the air slowly. A small structure was slowly building around her, a mental castle brought to life by telekinetic power. She was amazing…. She was… Shockingly powerful. The little girl shuffled about her room with the same stuffed rabbit she had clung to and scratched the back of her neck. The device on the back of her neck itched… he had noticed her messing with it on and off..
Moving into the room, Wesker made his presence know silently. The girl looked up, a small smile upon hr tiny lips. Climbing onto the bed, she rolled up her sleeve. Raising his eyebrows, the action brought a smile to Wesker's lips. She was a quick learner.. Shaking his head, the older male sat down on the bed. "Not today, dear heart.. I have come to talk. There will be no needles today…" Smiling brightly at this comment, the little girl bounced, swinging her legs. She was letting him sit closely… the shield she had projected the day before not making reappearance. Cocking her head to the side, she watched him as he slid his fingers back into his hair. "What you wanna talk 'bout?" Wesker drew in a soft breath, his shoulders tensed and rigid. He was taking a chance… he would risk it all… "I wished to ask you… do you know who your…father is? OR where he is.." The little girl looked puzzled, tapping her bottom lip with her finger. Angelica did that whenever she was in deep thought…She was her mother's daughter…
"He's sick… somewhere…" Wesker shook his head at the answer, placing a gloved hand upon her bed as he leaned closer to become eye level with the child.. "That is not completely truth, my dear.. Your father was never sick… merely detained… I..I…..I am your parent.." As he said this, Wesker drew off the sunglasses that had his feline eyes from the world, the amber gold flashing gently as the light struck the pigments. The child scrunched backwards, her lips falling apart at the comment, her head shaking as she refused to believe the information. "No..you are a liar… no NO!" Reaching forwards, Wesker tried to touch her, but as he did so, the shield once again materialized. His own voice sounded alien as he tried to comfort the child, but to no avail. "I assure you had I known…" The girl covered her ears, screaming at the top of her lungs. "NO! LIAR LIAR LIAR… WHERE IS MY MOMMY! MOMMY? MOMMY!"
As Wesker watched, the wooden blocks that the child had been playing with began to split into shards, splinters sharp enough to pierce. Dolls combusted, furniture began to shake as the child begged for her mother. Out of safety for himself, Wesker fled as fast as possible, the speed not taking the child by surprise. A ruby rim flashed about her eyes as she watched him flee, an anger he had only seen in her other parent finally rearing its cruel head. Panting outside the room as he whirled to meet Trent's eyes, Wesker honestly shook in fear. A fear he had never known…a fear of his own offspring… As the team moved in to sedate the girl, Albert Wesker straightened himself, slicking back his hair as he watched his employer grin. Trent walked back to the two-way glass, watching as guard after guard was struck down. One sedative dart finally made its way through, and the show ended. The slam of things crashing to the floor rand into the hallway, and Wesker watched as the hailstorm of broken toys clashed against the window. The little girl lay slumped against the bed, her arms clutching at her last toy even as the drug overtook her. Placing a hand upon the glass, her father watched on, his eyes narrowing as the man next to him spoke. "She is quite dangerous, just like her mother, wouldn't you say, Albert? Best we keep her…contained.. and safe." Wesker turned his face away, his jaw tightening as the statement sunk in. Trent was using the child…just as much as he had Angelica…
Glaring back, a smirk crossed Wesker's lips as he walked past, nodding curtly. "Indeed…though after what we just saw…
I doubt that she is the one unsafe…"