I want to clarify that none of the characters in Resident Evil or The Maze Runner belong to me, what is more, this story is purely for entertainment, I am not trying to get a single penny from here. All characters are due to copyright, as well as photographs and / or images. The character Elian (EL.9.1.14) are my creation, as well as the development of his personality throughout history.

I hope you have a suitable time reading the crazy things that I produce and that this double version modeling such as Resident Evil and The Maze Runner is well accepted, because I am really a huge fan of both genres.

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Chapter 1: Willpower

Several years have passed since solar flares caused unprecedented climate change. Hundreds of millions of souls drowned in cries of despair, crying and death; limitless desolation and a world practically devastated. Those who once determined our leaders became mere puppets of the wealthiest classes or succumbed to the power of the large mega-corporations that made lies their way of life and false promises of a "paradise" as their way of life. Crazy, isn't it? These people worked and invested their fortunes in their personal leisure, luxuries, companies, etc., and now they are the puppeteers who pass sentences on who deserves or not to live in their "New Order".

These corporations only brought misery to the already battered humanity. The threats of extinction became latent with the events after climate change, and that is that a lethal virus threatened the millions of inhabitants who were left standing, and in society, and who survived the first "Armageddon".

But let's go in parts, the act of dissolution of the United Nations was signed several months after the alterations of the solar cycles; promoted by Japan, South Africa, and the United States of New England, causing the second "Armageddon", and it is that this caused the end of the Universal Declaration of Human Rights, causing injustices, immoral actions, terror, and crime spread across the Earth like wildfire. It is heavy, right? Well, this is only the beginning because, when talking about human rights, it can be noted that, in their ambition to generate even greater benefit in a world that was falling apart, corporations carried out experimental processes with human beings, all in the name of science and progress, or rather: his science and his conception of "progress".

But that was never so. Everything was based on a false idea of freedom and a more prosperous world, yes, all with the sole desire to control and tame the population, well, who would resist a promise of an "Eden" in a world in pieces? Well, there was, a year after the solar events, a group of dissidence against large corporations arose, a group of insurgents opposed to genetic mutation and who championed the ideal of freedom. These events would be known as "Factionalism", the process of dividing the world into various blocks. WICKED rose up throughout northeastern North America, the British Isles, Oceania, and various strongholds in Southeast Asia, while its counterweight, the Umbrella Corporation, fought across Japan, Korea, South China, South Africa, and Europe.

Obviously both corporations had their interests, often in conflict, but they used to collaborate to avoid dissent. With the passage of time, this dissidence was organized in "The Right Arm", a collaboration organization of the dissidents, and classified as terrorist by both corporations.

However, both corporations ended up conspiring to overthrow each other and, as usual, innocent people would end up paying the consequences, as the third Armageddon broke out, a global pandemic that aimed to end the overpopulation of the planet. The disease turned the carriers into a kind of "living dead", deprived them of all conceptions related to emotions and lodged in the brain, causing deterioration of the cerebral membranes related to consciousness and...

"Commander EL.9.1.14, focus on the mission," a robotic voice replied from a loudspeaker.

I came back from my thoughts, startled and sighing:

"Right, the mission, the fucking mission, those 'little, minuscule field jobs' that Umbrella assigns us to, quite often, just so we can do the hard work for them, and their executives never have to get their hands dirty," I thought aloud, as if talking to myself.

We were on a corporation aircraft, whose destination was to infiltrate WICKED to monitor their targets and carry out some sabotage and terrorism actions, yes, something routine for Umbrella's elite units. While I was immersed in my thoughts, I looked at my companions, I looked at the insignia of the suits, which were made of a carbon fiber alloy with a mixture of aluminum and mercury that made them very resistant and malleable, they were quite comfortable for what they looked like. We also carried a sword in a holster hanging on our back, two pistols in the side holsters, ammunition cartridges and some explosives, as well as helmets with night vision visors and a communicator watch, which was where all the information regarding to ongoing missions.

"Commander EL9.1.14, we are approaching the target," the same robotic voice informed me, this time over the commlink.

"Well comrades!" I exclaimed as I got up and put black gloves on my hands, "we all know the plan and the orders," I continued exposing in a haughty and leadership tone. Let us make the bosses see that the SENTINEL units are worth every damn dollar of their investment," I concluded.

The rest of my teammates cheered me on and raised their fists in the air as a sign of unity, confidence, and readiness. A tense calm invaded the environment during the few seconds that the journey lasted, which was about to end, until it was broken by the robotic voice, which gave us the green light to proceed with the operation. The operation was simple, infiltrate the WICKED database and get the data related to the operation "Flare" and "The Maze".

Only one phrase kept repeating in my head: "a good soldier follows orders", the result of the Loyalty chip, the most advanced inhibition chip that allowed Umbrella to control all its assets around the world, those that had it implanted, of course. A bloody chip, a fucking aberration that violated the laws of nature and exceeded the fine line of what was morally correct, although in today's world nothing was.

In the year 2,037, or year 1 after the solar flares (asf), progress was made in the branch of genetics that was combined with technology, managing to create "superhumans", people with improved abilities and aptitudes, and at the service of Umbrella, who used us at his convenience and without hesitation. There was no difference between getting infected with the T-Virus or having Loyalty implanted, except that with Loyalty you did have self-awareness, little, but it was there.

However, in the last few missions I felt more absent, it was a feeling that had never passed through my body. It was the weight of conscience, yes, that which the great tycoons wanted to expropriate from the people with their experiments. I noticed that burden, every time I killed someone, innocent or not, that heavy burden always fell on me, making me doubt and, therefore, lose effectiveness. I noticed it in the assignment of missions, it was being relegated to the background, although no one in the corporation really doubted the reliability of those chips, luckily.

Half an hour has passed since the aircraft landed in the vicinity of one of WICKED's large bases in England, in the city of Birmingham. The troop and I split the assignments. The stealth mode was especially useful to infiltrate facilities and behind enemy lines, however, something was not going as planned because the walls of said citadel had less security presence than estimated, although anyone can have an error.

"Commander," one of my companions told me.

"Tell me, soldier," I replied in an assertive and concerned tone.

"Our men have neutralized the objective points in the north and east towers, we have a free hand," the soldier told me.

"Okay comrade, let your men take care of continuing the distraction," I commented, showing him the holographic map on my wrist terminal. We need to keep as few enemies in the underground terminals as possible, and I need you to buy me time to hack into their memory banks.

"Copy," the soldier replied as he gathered a small squad and headed for the eastern side of the citadel.

I reserved for myself the challenge of scaling the high walls that surrounded the city, which separated it from those people they considered undesirable, for them there were only human beings and undone, whether you were infected or not. The city presented a skyline with very tall skyscrapers, many interior gardens, dark roads, and a large central almond that crowned an imposing skyscraper about 150 meters high. The Nexus, which was the restricted area where they kept the data of their secret operations. I set out to climb the exceedingly high walls, with the help of climbing equipment that was integrated into the suit, it is useful to manage such efficient levels of technology, truth be told.

"To trouble," I said aloud to myself as I climbed up.

Once I got to the top of the wall, I got ready to knock out a couple of guards who were on patrol, you know, it seems like an accident, always an accident. Knock down? Are we kidding? I am a fucking bloodthirsty soldier. The mere fact that any option, other than taking out those guards, crossed my mind caused me a great dilemma inside. Really, we were like a kind of mechanized humans, but not in the cyborg style but as an energy creation modeled on a human body. I had a limited reasoning capacity, although with its nuances, such as decision-making, the ability to feel or the functions of Loyalty. Nor had I been allowed to decide on the value of life, on whether to save an innocent person or not to commit murder, unless the target was a sworn enemy.

I aimed at that guard's head when, suddenly, I felt a slight faintness, a sea of doubts about whether he was okay or not. I came back to myself after a few seconds of doubts, I shook my head and hit my chin with my fist, nothing should be imposing between me and my goal, even more so when I was aiming at that guard. But that moment, that damn moment in which I was doubtful meant a fatal fate. My mind was completely clouded and, when I crossed the first security line, I felt an electric shock running through my entire body. That sensation was as if my body was burning in the middle of an intense fire, the worst thirty or forty seconds of my life. I fell to the floor. The screams of agony and pain were drowned in the mist that covered the area, among the echo of silence I could only barely hear the footsteps of a group of soldiers, who seemed to be WICKED, and I could distinguish, before falling unconscious, two figures in the shadows, a boy, and a girl. From then on, I have no more memories, everything was like a pit of infinite darkness.

While I was on the ground, the boy got on his knees and took out a syringe that contained a reddish liquid, as if it were blood. He came up to my neck and injected me. It was a fast-acting calming serum. They took me to a room equipped with quite advanced technology, more even than Umbrella's, and they began to examine me.

"We've been running tests on this subject, and we haven't come up with anything yet," the boy said in a frustrated tone as he looked at a screen that displayed a map of my brain activity along with my vital signs.

"Thomas, please shut up," the girl said in an authoritative tone, airy and paying no attention to the young man. "I'm trying to get this chip out of the subject's head, and I don't think we can afford to lose it, so let me concentrate," the girl concluded with a sharper tone.

"Okay Teresa, but it's just a routine operation, nothing different than anything you've done before," Thomas said sarcastically as he frowned at Teresa.

The girl only sighed, out of frustration, noticing the discomfort that Thomas's presence in the room caused her, since she did not allow him to carry out her functions comfortably, that is, without distractions. Something was going around her head, she normally used to be much surer of herself, although she knew how to hide her emotions very well, the boy noticed her concern and echoed it.

"Teresa, you're worried," Thomas said. "Although I know that you are going to deny me the greatest, I have known you for several years now" the boy concluded.

"Well," Teresa concluded with a brief but deep pause that denoted her concern. "It's just that I've been wondering about this guy hanging around the security walls of the citadel, don't you think it's strange?" She concluded by throwing the question into the air.

"Well, maybe he is, or maybe he's some kind of reactionary who's against WICKED's activity," Thomas said as he moved closer to the boy to examine the right side of his face. Thomas noticed the slight emission of heat that radiated from the right area of my face, specifically in the cheekbone and eye area, and continued with his examination. As they had to check my condition, the young man opened my eyelid a little and pointed a small silver-colored flashlight at me and, to his surprise, the light that he bounced into my eye turned a bright metallic blue. That caused Thomas to get a little upset and tell Teresa his thoughts about him.

"This," the boy said with a slight pause. Teresa? the young man asked somewhat to upset.

"Tell me, Thomas," the girl answered in an assertive and doubtful tone.

"He's not a human being," the boy replied.

"It seems so," the young scientist stated as she deposited the chip, which she removed from the unconscious young stranger's head, onto a small glass slide for examination under the microscope. "Now we will leave doubts" she concluded while examining the chip in the microscope with a lens of about two hundred magnifications.

Teresa must have spent about ten or fifteen minutes examining the Loyalty chip, which put me in serious trouble because it contained some remains of Umbrella's missions, as well as data, classified information, and sabotage, terrorism, and counterintelligence targets. in other words, he was very screwed up, more even than being sedated. However, I was going to be given a second chance as the chip had been seriously damaged because of the strong electric shock I received on the walls, thus erasing a large amount of important data, as well as many of my memories, cache, and basic memory.

In short, I was in the clutches of the enemy, and I will not even be able to remember anything about my personal life. That was all I had left, now I was a fucking 16-year-old mixed with an experiment failure. A semi-cyborg, a monster with no memories, consciousness, or will, a mere pawn waiting for someone to enter his instructions into my database to pledge allegiance. It was clear that a solar storm, a global cataclysm, a pandemic, or an experimental process was not necessary to kill people like me, it was enough to simply inhibit the chip, that damn chip that turned you into a mere object, a number, a serial number.

Days went by and I kept debating against myself in my... subconscious? The fact is that he only felt the cold sensation of abandonment, hatred, and uselessness. I used to wonder things about myself, that is, I tried to discover myself through the little data that I could process in the mechanical part of my... brain? It did not make sense; it was an anomaly that I could even be asking myself such trivial questions. I was still in that agonizing trance, it was a continuous struggle between the rational and the mechanical, it was anything but natural. And it came back to me, yes, my identity. Unit: EL, Model: 9.1.14 PS. Maybe it was a trifle, but that really began to make sense of many things, especially the capture, because it seemed that it began to process data and sounds that came through my auditory channels. I woke up slowly, knowing that I was not at the Umbrella facility. Hopefully, they would not notice my presence. I was able to glimpse three human figures, two girls and a boy. The first girl was slim but not too short, around seventeen in my estimation, with long legs and pale skin tone, light blue eyes, and dark, tar-black hair, but silky. She was wearing a blue jacket and white pants and a doctor's gown covered her. The boy was a little shorter than the first girl, he must have been around 1.75 meters, he was wearing a blue shirt and greenish pants and some kind of dungarees or brown vest. She had a well-groomed fair complexion, short brown hair. She also estimated him to be between 16 or 17 years old.

He could also perceive that he was anchored to several tubes with fluids, just as he saw a liquid move up and down. It was evident that he was being used as a "guinea pig" as he was surrounded by various operating and drilling utensils, as well as various flasks, chemical products, vital screens, vial tubes, etc. I could see the remains of the Umbrella microchip on one of the gray tables with wheels to my right. To my left were my "hosts" gathered. Undesirable beings who put all their interest in their unethical experiments with human beings like me? Suddenly I heard an intense sound, and the containment tank began to empty. The liquid went down through several grates located at the bottom of the container and I fell to the ground. "It seems that our guest has woken up," said the strange woman, appearing to be older from the perceptions that came from her voice.

"Well, unit EL.9.1.14, I think you're going to have to explain a few things to us," the other girl replied as she preened her hair.

"And if you don't cooperate, nothing will be good for you," the boy commented in a mocking but threatening tone.

"No need to threaten, Thomas," the lady replied in an angry tone as she fixed her gaze on the young man.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Pai...," Thomas tried to excuse himself, but the lady interrupted him again."I don't care, shut up," Mrs. Pai... replied again. "Tell us, young man, what is the task that brings you to infiltrate our settlement?" The lady asked me in a calm and assertive tone, trying to treat me as an equal.

"What's your name?" I answered returning her question while she gasped and coughed a little while she tried to get up from the ground and tried to avoid her gaze trying to hide my reality.

"I do not think you are able to demand anything right now, although that does not interfere with the objective of our task, I will tell you, "She replied in an affable but confident tone as she approached me. "My name is Ava Paige, Prime Minister of the WICKED corporation. We are trying to save humanity from the current pandemic, known as the Flare," Mrs. Paige concluded as she helped me up and moved me to a stretcher to lie down.

I just kept silent, not willing to answer any of her questions. My role, my origin, my bosses, my contacts, information, and data were up in the air. I was suffering from discomfort caused by a kind of metal band that was attached to one of my cranial plates on the sides of my head, yes, the damn cyborg. He also had several wires attached and some lines on his left arm that drew blood samples for analysis. I could hear Thomas talk about using brute force against me if I did not cooperate. Wishful thinking, which would not work. After 16 years with the implanted chip, there were still remnants of Loyalty, and of its powerful drug that controlled people's will, in my brain and body.

"I'm not going to betray my organization," I replied sadly to Mrs. Paige, closing my right eye from the intense pain that that metal device caused me.

The doctor pressed a button and through one of the vials she began to infiltrate a greenish liquid, in a considerable dose. I was in pain and writhed about it. Was some kind of experimental drug that broke my resistance. I fell by that fact into a kind of trance.

"Unfortunately, we have no choice, unit EL.9.1.14, WICKED is a good one, but we can't let anything stand in the way of progress," Ava concluded as she headed out of the room.

-Mrs. Paige, why did you do it? Thomas scolded her, in a very defiant tone and not at all happy with what just happened.

"I'm going to let you for the last time, Thomas. A natural aberration like this cyborg has no place in our perfect society, however, it may be useful to us in the Maze tests. We have no other alternative" Mrs. Paige concluded with a slight macabre smile on her face, aired and leaving that room.

Everything was relatively calm. Thomas and Teresa exchanged glances, but neither dared to break the ice. It was quite a compromising situation, but that did not seem to bother Teresa, more than Thomas it was affecting him for several months now.

"It gets to a point where it's unbearable, Teresa, I can't keep watching people die, and unless you have such a dehumanized ideal of a society. Whether or not he has robotic implants, we are nobody to judge and rule on the life of this boy or of all those we send to the Maze. It is not fair," the boy rebuked in a haughty tone towards his partner.

"That is your opinion, Thomas, because the only right thing is to manage to develop a cure to save humanity". Teresa retorted with a defiant look at Thomas.

"It is not like that, Teresa, we are not one to manipulate the will of the people at our whim, even if you think that a fundamentalist ideology can save humanity. The end does not justify the means," Thomas concluded in a much more defiant and nervous tone. He came to face Teresa.

Teresa left the room with signs of exhaustion and anger. She certainly had been working much more than her fair share for her age range and her performance. Thomas, however, only picked up a glass and angrily threw it to the ground. They really were pure feelings, something gnawed at her entrails, yes, her conscience, she knocked on her door to manifest itself in the faces of the companions that she had sent to the Maze against her will and in what way? after progress? With that thought, Thomas left his thoughts and left the room in the direction of his room to rest after several hard days of continuous work.