It had been no easy task for Ada to escape the underground facility after being thrown into one of the large metal consoles by none other than a Tyrant of all things. Though she had sent it to the furnace below, the damage she'd taken from the hit was quite the miracle she'd survived, having worn nothing but a thin red dress. Leon had been quick to her side, kneeling down he cradled her in his arms. She'd already told him she was incapable of loving anyone, but he'd changed her.
The two shared a kiss before she finally succumb to her injures and passed out. Leon thinking she was dead, laid her on the metal walkway, having to get to Sherry and Claire who were ready and waiting on the train.
Upon waking she'd managed to pull herself to her feet. The Tyrant from before had now mutated and was looking for its next victim. That victim being Leon. Grabbing a rocket launcher she called out to Leon and threw it down to him.
"Ada!" he called her name one last time as she disappeared from view.
That was the very last time she'd seen him. Now as she looked herself in the mirror, she couldn't help but think.
"I used to be called Ada Wong, but she's no more."
Her hand came to rest lightly on her ab, right where the large scar was situated after receiving it in battle against the Tyrant.
"This is Ada's scar not mine," she tells herself.
At this she looks up at her reflection once again to now see tears forming in her eyes. She feels helpless as there was no stopping them. Leaning herself up against the mirror, she couldn't help but let herself cry. It was the first time in many years she'd actually broke down like this and vowed to never let it happen ever again. Maybe it was for the best to let Ada Wong go, but then there was Leon. Part of her wished she'd never even met him, not to mention getting close to him in a way she never thought possible. She'd opened her heart to no one, yet Leon had taken her by complete surprise.
oOo
Once she'd pulled herself together she freshened up, slipped on a top and headed out for her next mission.
"Ada Wong?" a man addressed her over the phone.
There was a slight pause on her end as she thought of 'should I or shouldn't I'?
"That's me," she sighed at having to keep with the name after all.
"I have heard many great things about you, Miss Wong. You're in high demand," the man flattered her. "I'm surprised I could get hold of you."
"Then you'll know my services don't come cheap," she responded, ignoring the flattery.
"Oh, you have no need to worry over that small detail." He chuckled lightly.
"Then let's talk business."
She wanted to get straight down to it, no messing around as it would help take her mind off things. Once the deal had gone down, Ada was paid for her services and left to go on her way. Only as it would seem, the man who'd contacted her was none other than Derek C. Simmons. After getting done with another job for another contact, Simmons was straight back in touch with her again and again.
"Would you allow me to take you to dinner sometime?" he asked straightforwardly.
"I suppose," she shrugged.
It was only dinner after all, but the thought of him constantly calling her for small jobs had the warning bells ringing.
"How would you feel if I asked you on a date with me?"
She looked to him as she held her wine glass up to take another sip. The idea of dating this man repulsed her. At this she downed the rest of her wine and stood.
"Ada?" he looked up sharply. "Where are you going?"
"Home," she simply told him.
"Are you not feeling well?" he asked concerned.
"A headache, maybe from the wine." She lied, just wanting to leave and never have anything else to do with him.
"I'll escort you home," he offered, but she stopped him.
"I'll call a cab," another lie as she simply walked out.
Once she'd finally made it off Simmons' lavish estate the rain started to come down, forcing her to pull up the collar of her coat and wrap her arms around herself.
"You're one hell of a fool to believe anyone would fall for you, Derek." She thought to herself as she entered her own place.
A soak in the tub, followed by a late night film before bed would do her right. But first there was the matter of her little fluffy companion, who meowed loudly as she entered.
"Hey, Shadow." She greeted her furry friend with a stroke behind the ear.
xXx
Simmons had called countless times, finding he was getting no response.
"How could she!" he snarled as he eventually found out she wanted nothing more to do with him.
He'd tried to go on without her, but each and every day just became more and more hellish.
"Carla," he called the young woman into his office.
She'd gone to him as ordered, finding out he wanted to try something new with the virus now.
"Is there any possible way to make a doppelganger?"
She furrowed her brows at the question.
"I haven't exactly tried anything of the sort," she answered him.
"I'm putting you in charge of a new project," he told her. "Project Ada!"
"Project Ada?" she repeated.
"Yes," he nodded. "I have her file stored on the computer. Use her DNA, combine it with your new virus."
"Are you sure about this?" she asked him.
"My dear, Carla. I wouldn't be putting you in charge of such a task if I wasn't."
"I shall make a start right away," she told him before turning to head out.
"Make me proud, Carla."
She stopped to look back at him, giving a nod before heading off.
xXx
Days passed and Simmons was still not receiving the results needed.
"Just keep trying," he told her, though before long those three words would be the least of his choosing.
"Report!" Carla frowned as another failure was brought to her attention.
"We failed once again," the scientist under her reported.
"Derek expects results," she glared. "What's going wrong?"
Another brought her the results of their latest failure.
"There's the problem," she pointed out. "I never said to add that much..."
"Problem?"
Carla found herself cut short as she now turned to see Simmons walking up behind her.
"Someone has mistaken my work, resulting in another failure."
Simmons was seething, it would seem someone was out to stop his project.
"I expect results," he frowned. "Anymore failures and I'll have no other choice, but to use you as my guinea pigs."
The scientists now fearing for their lives, made damn sure to not slip up over anything or else.
xXx
It had been months and still no results, Simmons was growing impatient and so was Carla. He hadn't necessarily taken it out on her, though he'd come quite close to it once or twice. Maybe lost his temper with her a few times, but never once hit her.
"Carla," he summoned.
She headed for his office as usual to now be told to check a young girl over by the name of Sherry Birkin. She'd been one of the survivors of Raccoon City and the survivor of her father's infection.
"Her name's Sherry Birkin," Simmons introduced. "She's under my protection now. I want you to give her a full check up to see if there's any trace of the G-Virus still within her."
Carla nodded as Simmons' men escorted the young girl back to Carla's lab.
"You can leave us," Carla frowned at them as they stood close by.
They looked to each other before heading back out.
"I'm Carla," she now introduced herself. "It's nice to meet you, Sherry."
The young blonde didn't respond, but then again after all she'd been through there was no wonder she was reserved.
"I'm just going to be doing a few tests, alright?" she asked, still getting no response.
Carla turned to grab a needle to stick into Sherry's arm, making the girl cry out.
"Sorry," she apologised. "Would you like me to get you anything?"
Once again, Sherry said nothing to her.
"You can take her back now," Carla beckoned the men back in to take Sherry upstairs to her new room.
She felt sympathy for the young girl, she really did.
xXx
After finding out Sherry had bonded with her father's virus, she was quick to start combining it with the C-Virus in hopes it would help speed the process of the project. However after countless tries nothing was working.
"If you of all people cannot perform a simple task, then there's clearly no hope."
"I'm sorry for the failures, Derek. I don't understand why it keeps happening."
"No apologies, just get this done!"
"I've tried countless times," she sighed knowing she was getting nowhere with it.
"Start work on more B.O.W.s," he instead told her.
"But Derek, I..."
"Don't push me, Carla."
She lowered her head, then nodded.
After being relived of the work, she found it much more easier and satisfying to work on things that didn't require specific attributes just as long as they did their job. It was Simmons' duty to take over Carla's role, hoping that one day his dream would become reality.
oOo
Ten full years had passed and not a single sign of his precious Ada was starting to show.
"Ready me the next subject," Simmons ordered one day after relieving Carla of her work load once again.
"Right away, sir."
Another young woman was brought forth, kicking and screaming. Simmons was quick to put an end to it all with a needle.
"Ready the camera, I know for sure this is the one." He thought hopeful.
The thing that escaped the cocoon, however, was not what he was expecting at all.
"No! Why won't this work?" he glowered.
He headed for the nearest computer, going through all the data files and such until the name Radames popped up. Giving her file a good looking over, he knew for sure he had his next Ada in the form of Carla.
"Carla is the best match we have," he thought with a smile. "The only close relative she has is Allyson, but they've not been close for some time now. It's perfect."
He turned from the computer to grab one of the scientists attention.
"Bring me Carla," he ordered. "She's the best match we have for this."
The man nodded.
"Be very careful what you say around her, I don't want her catching on."
The man nodded again, this time a little more nervously as he now had to think of something to say that wouldn't give the game away about what Simmons had in store for her.
oOo
Once Carla had been brought down to him, Simmons wasted no time jabbing the needle into her neck. Something which she now cried out at.
"Why Derek?" she asked in obvious pain as the virus took hold.
"Because you're precious to me," he smiled at her.
It didn't take long for the pain to set in as she tried desperately to plead with him. Wrapping her arms around herself, she dropped to her knees as ooze started to flow from her body. Pushing herself through the pain, she stood to reach out a hand to him.
"Derek," was the last thing he heard from her before she was completely covered.
Before long the cocoon which held Carla started to crack as a new figure arose covered in a slimy membrane, which burst open to reveal the very woman Simmons had been desperately waiting for.
"It worked," he laughed in excitement. "My Ada."
Carla looked around the room as if new to the place. Simmons was just now walking over to her, bending down and holding out his hand. She lifted her own to his and was pulled steadily to her feet.
"How do you feel, Ada?" he asked.
"Ada," she repeated.
"That's your name remember?" he pushed upon her. "Ada Wong."
"Ada Wong," she thought, then nodded. "I'm Ada Wong."
Simmons smiled, his plan was already working.
"Clean her up and get her dressed," he beckoned. "I would like to start work on her as soon as possible."
"Yes, sir."
He let go of her to allow her to be taken away, watching how she looked back at him before disappearing down the hall to now be able to shower.
She was quite glad to be washing the ooze from her lithe body before climbing out to wait for her clothes. Once they were brought to her, she dressed and was then escorted back to Simmons.
"Ah, my dear Ada. Nice to see you looking so lovely."
She cocked her head slightly as if trying to remember his name. Her mind was rather foggy at the moment and people and names weren't exactly something she could pick up on right now.
"Derek C. Simmons," he informed her, taking her hand and kissing it.
She looked down at her hand then slipped it away from him.
"Ada," he looked up with a frown as she was now looking around the room.
"Why am I here?" she asked.
"I was hoping we could..." he moved his hand towards her, forcing her into a backwards somersault.
"I don't trust you," she told him straight.
"Ada, we love each other." He tried to reason. "Dearly."
She glanced to the side as he started to advance on her. Her gaze catching sight of a nearby vase, which she used to kick at him. Simmons barely had any time to cover his face as it hit him full on. He was sent reeling back as Carla ran right past him in hopes of eluding him.
"Stop her!" he bellowed to his men, shaking water from himself. "Stop her, but don't harm her!"
It was true she shared Ada's DNA, but her abilities? He was quite shocked to find she shared them as well or so it would seem. Upon heading out into the corridor, he was surprised by all the grunts and groans of his men, who were now clutching anything that hurt the most.
"Ada, stop this!" he shouted down the corridor to her as she slammed the head of one of his men through a glass pane.
She turned to give him a look before running off down the next corridor. It had been no easy task to stop her, but luckily for such an event he flooded the vents she was currently in with knock out gas and not a moment too soon as she was nearing the exit. Simmons was a little annoyed at having to have done that to her, even worse at having to tie her down for his own benefit.
Upon waking, she was more than a little annoyed to find herself tied to a chair of all things and better yet in the presence of him once more.
"Is this how you like to play?" she asked as she tugged at the ropes binding her.
"This," he gestured to the ropes before pointing to the small cut on his face, "is for my own safety."
A smile tugged at her lips. "Don't like to play rough, huh?"
"No!" he snarled. "You are to respect me!"
She tilted her head to the side as if bored.
"I will make you love me, Ada."
"Will you?" she teased.
"Yes!" he growled. "You love me, you always have."
"I have?" she asked, feeling differently about it.
"Yes," he now calmed. "We've loved each other for a long while now."
He knew she was like a newborn, which technically she was really. Her mind was his to shape how he pleased. If he wanted to make her obey, he could easily sway her with his words. Yes, he felt like a God with a human doll to mould and shape as he pleased.
"Your training will start tomorrow, Ada."
She looked to him and in that moment he felt like a child with a new toy.
xXx
Soon enough Ada was now how he'd pictured her to be, just like the original in every way or so he thought. Her skills had improved drastically, and quite soon all that training would eventually pay off as he now had a little job for her to do. A young man by the name of Jake Muller, son of the legendary Albert Wesker was to be found and checked out for any indication of him having antibodies to the C-Virus, Carla had worked so hard to make. There was no way an antidote was ever to be made.
He was sat at his desk looking over the operation that was to go down next as Carla loomed over him.
"What mighty plan do you have in store next?" she breathed against his ear as she slid her hand down his shirt.
"You will come to find out in due time," he simply replied.
That finally got to her.
"What happened to you, Derek?" she questioned.
"This is important!" he glared at her. "I have a mission for you."
She turned to storm out, but he stopped her by grabbing her wrist. He then stood, his free hand now brought up to caress her cheek.
"I could give you a little encouragement," he smiled as he buried his face in her neck.
She closed her eyes, allowing him to have his way with her.
xXx
The tests came about the following day, Carla was hard at it once again. This time she was working on her very own project, a Tyrant that would help her out. Only things were not going right.
"Bring in another!" she snapped.
'Isn't this familiar,' a voice in the back of her head pricked her conscience.
She looked around the room, but it was silent.
'You do remember how we were once in this situation, don't you?'
She quickly raised a hand to her head, gasping in realisation that the voice was coming from her.
"Shut up!" she hissed at herself.
"Doctor," one of the scientists called out to her.
She turned with a glare.
"What!?"
"All our subjects are resulting in failure," he swallowed.
"And are you saying I'm the one at fault here?"
"N-No, I-I would never."
"Tell me something," she now rounded on him. "What was I like before?"
The man tried to look anywhere other than her fiery gaze.
"Well?"
"Um, I, uh. I don't understand," he half lied, not really understanding what she was getting at.
She turned on her heel, waving him off.
"Ready me another subject."
"Y-Yes, Doctor."
He nodded and scampered off.
'You're not Ada Wong! You're Carla Radames!' the voice continued to push upon her.
"I won't believe these lies," she scowled as she headed over to the desk.
She'd put her work over everything to help keep her wicked thoughts at bay.
'Listen to me! Derek is the one behind this!'
"Shut up!" she yelled, drawing the attention of the few other scientists in the room with her.
They looked to each other worriedly, wondering if the pressure was getting to her.
'If you won't accept this. Then I'll make you.'
"Enough!"
The voice stopped, allowing her to finish up just as Simmons walked in.
"Where's Ada?" he asked them.
"She's over there, sir." One pointed out. "I think it would be for the best that she takes a break."
"And why would you say that?" he asked, his gaze almost as bad as Carla's.
The poor man looked to his subordinates, who would rather leave him hanging than help him out.
"Well she's just had a sudden outburst," he tried to explain, without her hearing.
"What do you mean outburst?"
Once again, he turned for help but they ignored him.
"She just suddenly shouted 'shut up!' but none of us were talking."
Simmons raised a hand to his shoulder, the others were getting a little fearful of what may happen to him now as he was openly speaking out about their employers girlfriend.
"I'm glad you're thinking of her well-being," he smiled at him before turning to look at Carla, who was still working away silently. "I believe it would be for the best for her to take a small break."
The scientist now let out a breath he hadn't realised he'd been holding as Simmons walked over to Carla.
"Ada!"
Being so caught up in her work, she hadn't realised he was here until a hand reached out to touch her shoulder.
"Derek!" she turned quickly, feeling slightly foolish to have been caught off guard.
"Leave this for tonight," he told her softly.
She gave a nod, now allowing him to escort her back to her quarters.
"I just can't work this out," she frowned. "It's all about finding the right candidate."
The word rang out in her mind.
'Candidate!'
She winced, but luckily Derek was oblivious to her as he brought up what was said to him.
"I was told you had a sudden outburst. Is everything alright?" he now turned to her.
"Outburst?" she questioned.
"Yes, Hendricks told me you'd shouted 'shut up!' out of the blue."
She turned away, trying to think of something to cover it up with. "I was just thinking to myself. I hadn't realised I'd spoke out loud though."
"Rest up and get back to it again tomorrow. I don't want to see you coming down with anything," he now leaned in to kiss her.
She somewhat rejected the kiss, having mixed feelings about him now.
"You're not coming down with anything are you?" he asked as he raised a hand to her cheek.
She moved his hand away to shake her head.
"I'm tired," she simply told him.
Thankfully he accepted this and allowed her to slip into her room, having no idea that her memories would choose now as a good time to haunt her. Shadows taunted her along with some blonde woman who she clearly had no idea off. Sleep had not come so easy for her that night. When it had she dreamt that her whole body was burning up, looking down at her hands she was horrified to see them burst into flames along with the rest of her body. Screams filled her room that night and it wasn't surprising that she woke up in a cold sweat, kicking off the blanket in horror to thankfully find she was still herself.
"Just a dream," she reassured herself, though it was hard what with the dancing shadows and voice in her head.