Resident Evil: Altered Memories [Miro & Monika]

It was an average day in Ashton. Average for Cybil at least. she had gotten up and gotten herself ready for the day, getting into work a little early, wearing her waitress uniform which consisted of a short dress and apron. she got to work serving customers.

She never saw the cameras throughout the small town, which was actually barely on many maps. in fact, anything that was pulled up on it showed the place was abandoned a long time ago.


The morning was sunny with a beautiful, blue sky and fluffy white clouds. The grass, bushes, and leaves on the trees were ever so green and the flowers were all brightly colored. Everything gave off a happy vibe, however, the two men within a black car were far from happy. They despised one another and if they were not searching for the same thing, they would be at each other's throats instead of calmly sitting within the confines of the metal transportation.

They had only just arrived in Ashton and the younger of the two, Chris Redfield, was still unsure as to why his enemy had decided to help him rather than kill him. Chris had been on the way to the town when he had been approached by Wesker and Chris had immediately drawn his gun on him. The two spoke and finally Chris had reluctantly agreed to work with the older man. He still wasn't sure as to why Wesker wanted to find the town or his little sister, but Chris knew sooner or later, the truth would reveal itself.

The blue eyed male saw the familiar redhead and started to unbuckle himself to approach her, saying a quick, "There she is-!"

A gloved hand clamped into his shoulder and caused his head to turn in the driver's direction. The older man spoke up with a cool, deep voice, "Not so fast, Christopher. We need to wait."

Chris snarled a bit in disgust at the nickname his former captain used to call him and replied, "What? Why? She's right there! All I have to do is talk to her. She'll come back home with me and that'll be that. Everything will be over with and we can go back to killing each other."

The blonde with sunglasses smirked and said, "As much as I miss our spars, I'm afraid it will have to wait. This will not be as easy as you think."

He turned his head slightly to glance at Chris and the younger male couldn't help but stiffen up. "I have had a contact inform me of some rather interesting information about this little town."

"What is it?"

Wesker's smirk grew a tad, "Wouldn't you like to know?"

Chris shot a glare at him and ex-STARs captain got out of the car and continued, "It appears that this place might be fake."

Chris had followed him out of the car and down the sidewalk towards the diner. Keeping silent so he could take in the new information.

Wesker kept his voice low enough for only Chris to hear, "Ashton town is an experiment of its own. When we get in this diner, you must do everything as I say and act like you do not know Claire. Understood?"

The brunette did not like having to listen to the man, but if he wanted to know more information, he guessed that he would have to do as he said. For the time being.

Chris nodded and the two walked inside. A bell jingled from somewhere above the door and the seated themselves at a booth near the window. The older Redfield's eyes instantly landed on his younger sister and followed her, but he quickly blinked and looked away, deciding it would probably be best not to draw attention.

The younger male wore his new BSAA uniform. The dark green shirt being short sleeved, tan pants, black belt with a holster for his handgun, his tennis shoes were black, tan, and dark green, and finally he had on fingerless gloves. His enemy, on the other hand, wore something a little more stylish. A black long sleeved, button up shirt, with a black leather jacket, black pants, and black dress shoes. To top it all off were his signature glasses.

Wesker ready had an explanation as to why Chris wore what he was, why they were in Ashton, and so on. The two picked up a menu and began to scan over the breakfast meals available for the day.


Cybil was tending to a customer when she heard the bell. "Be right with you!" she called out without looking towards them. When she finished, she turned and started towards the two who entered. When she got a look at them, she froze, her empty tray clattering to the ground as she stared at them. She didn't know why she did, her mind finding them familiar, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't remember why. She realized dropping the tray caused a bit of attention, her cheeks turning a bit red in embarrassment as she crouched to pick up her tray.

She continued her approach and stopping at their table, getting an even closer look at them. Her head started hurting, but she smiled lightly. "Hi there, my name is Cybil and I'll be your waitress. We don't really get people from out of town, so welcome to Ashton. do you know what you'd like to drink?" she kept up her smile despite her splitting headache.

One thing the pair would notice, was that most of the people in the diner were looking in their direction, though making it seem like they were just curious.


When the metal tray had fallen to the ground, the two gentlemen had snapped their heads in the direction of the loud noise and noticed that she was staring at them. When their waitress bent down to retrieve the tray, Wesker had leaned forward a bit towards Chris and growled in a hushed tone, "Remember; we do not know her." Just as she had stood up and turned around, he had already returned to gazing at the list of breakfast food on his plastic menu.

The two listened to Claire speak and as Chris had opened his mouth to say something, Wesker beat him to it and added a charming smile while he spoke, "It is a pleasure to meet you, Miss Cybil. My... partner just came back from being deployed and we decided that we would spend a bit of time away from home. A much needed vacation, in my opinion."

Wesker let out a short chuckle and glanced in Chris's direction, who looked both appalled and confused as hell, and he finished speaking as he glanced back over his menu, "I would like to have a black coffee and what you like to have, partner?"

While Wesker had been speaking, his mind was reeling and when the blonde had sent the sickening smile at his little sister, a sort of protective anger came over him. Then the older Redfield was beyond confused. Was Wesker saying partner as in work buddies, or an actual partner...? When he came out of his bewildered state, the brunette blinked and forced a smile on his face, "Oh, uh.. Yeah, sorry about. I just.. uh... spaced out a bit there."

He glanced in Wesker's direction, but looked back towards Claire. He was trying to see if she knew who he was and he could tell that she was uncomfortable. He knew what that look meant, "Headache? You might want to take some Tylenol for it." He glanced back over his own menu and quickly added with his own warm smile, "I'll take an americano latte coffee with some honey, please."

He ignored Wesker's low scoff and statement of "You haven't changed."


Cybil watched the two a little. The more she tried to figure out why they looked familiar, the more her head hurt. "Well, you've come to the right place. Ashton is pretty small and peaceful. It's a nice place to relax." she jotted down the blonde's order, then watched the other, her head tilted slightly. The man almost seems confused, and she couldn't help but wonder if something happened. She was broken out of her wondering when he mentioned her headache. Had she been that obvious? She jotted down his drink order as well, responding with a "Thanks... I'll see if any of my co-workers has some.. alright, I'll bring your drinks out in a moment.." she turned and headed back towards the counter, talking to one of the women behind it.

"Having one of your headaches?" the woman asked as she pulled something out of her pocket. It wasn't a regular over the counter bottle, it looked like a prescription bottle.

"Haven't had one like this before... it's really bad.." Cybil replied as she poured coffee.

"The doctor did say headaches were going to be common after the accident... maybe you should head home and get some rest.." the woman poured a pill out of the bottle into her hand and put the bottle away, getting a glass of water.

"No.. I'll be ok... if it's going to be like this.. I need to learn to work through it..." she looked to her, taking the pill and glass. "Thanks..." she downed the pill and some of the water.

"Well, don't stress yourself..."

"I'll try not to." she finished getting the drinks ready and put them on her tray, heading back to the two and setting their drinks down in front of them. The headache had mostly gone away.

When she walked awake Chris felt the gazes of the other customers and employees of the small diner and he turned to look out of the window.

"We're being watched..." He murmured and he watched as cars and people walked by.

Wesker simply stated, "Indeed" in agreement as he continued to pretend to look over the menu. "Keep looking around. What do you see?"

The BSAA agent did as he said and replied, "Everything looks ordinary, but it doesn't feel like it."

Wesker scoffed again, lifted his hand, and turned the napkin holder towards him. "Look closer."

Chris's brown brows furrowed and he looked down at the container of napkins and his eyes widened upon seeing a small circular object reflecting the light from the sun. Before he said something, Wesker turned it to where the tiny camera was facing the wall.

"A camera?"

"So slow to catch on..." Wesker mocked him and it earned him another glare. "As I've said before, this is an experiment. I wouldn't be surprised to find cameras hidden everywhere, as well as clones."

"Clones..?"

The two went silent when Claire came back with their drinks and they both said a form of thanks in unison;

"Thank you, dear."

"Thanks."

Chris looked from his little sister to Wesker and asked, "You ready to order?"

Like hell was he gonna call Wesker his partner! It would be just like calling him "Captain" again.

Wesker grinned and said, "Of course," and how he was so damn good at acting, Chris still wasn't sure. "I believe I will have the Eggs Benedict Casserole, with two slices of buttered toast, and a slice of ham. What would you like, dearheart?"

Oh my God. He didn't just... Just ignore it, Chris. Get your food and keep playing along.

Well, that had answered his question about the whole partners thing and Chris would have to chew him out later for it.

Chris tried not to shudder in disgust at the pet name and hurriedly ordered, "And I'll take the Crescent Bacon Breakfast Ring, two biscuits with grape jam, and an extra side of bacon."

The two handed her the menus and waited for her to leave before they could continue to speak.

Cybil took the first order, jotting it down. Her head finally stopped it's horrible throbbing and she could finally concentrate. She looked towards the brunette when he was asked what he wanted and... oh... ohhh... that's what he meant earlier. She had thought they worked together. Boy was she wrong. Shame, though. The uniformed one was kind of cute. She took down his order as well. "Alright, I'll get these started. Let me know if you need anything." she smiled and started back to the back.

As she did, the door opened and a man dressed in a khaki sherrif's uniform came in. She glanced over as the man made his way to the counter. "Mornin' Sheriff, I'll have your coffee right up."

"Of course, Miss Bennett," He replied as he sat down at the counter.

Cybil put the order in and poured more coffee.

When she walked away, Wesker spoke up again, "As I was saying, there may be clones. If this experiment is being monitored by Umbrella, then I have no doubt that clones could be involved."

At the familiar word of Umbrella, Chris's expression hardened. "You mean Umbrella could be behind all of this."

So, that's why Wesker was there, helping him... because of Umbrella. He should've known.

"Indeed," the blonde responded as he lifted the white mug towards his lips and he took a sip. Just as at the brunette's own lips were about to take a swig of his own drink, Wesker stated rather nonchalantly, "You might want to make sure that it isn't poisoned."

Chris looked at him with an alarmed, harsh glare. "What?" Afterwards, he looked down at his own glass and Wesker took it from his hand and lifted it towards his thin lips. Blue orbs widened in an embarrassed horrified shock and Chris put two in two together and whispered somewhat panicked, "Don't you f*ckin' dare, Wesker-!"

The blonde smirked and chuckled as he inhaled the scent deeply within his nose before handing it back to him. "Fine," he stated with half of a shrug, "Don't ask for my help when you are dying on the floor."

Chris took the glass from him and kept glancing between it and the blonde with suspicion. Finally muttering a "Whatever," under his breath, he took a swig and waited a few moments. Nothing happened and he continued to chug it down. What the hell was up with Wesker? First he came to Chris, stating that he wanted to help him and now that they were in Ashton Town, he was acting....strange. Chris set the drink down and his eyes flicked over to the newcomer who sat down at the counter. Chris's locked eyes with Wesker's hidden ones and the blonde tilted his head down in the form of a nod. He knew exactly where the sheriff was located.

The young Redfield spoke up again, still low enough for only his enemy to hear, "So... What are we gonna do? Just sit around and do nothing?"

Wesker had picked up his mug again and replied in a similar soft tone, "We are not doing nothing. We are investigating and part of that is to lay low and gather information while under a persona."

Chris answered with disgust, "Which is us being a freaking couple?"

Wesker only shrugged in response before adding, "It was the first thing that came to my mind. It is better than no persona at all. Did you have anything better?"

The younger male hesitated before he replied with a rough, "No--"

"Then stop complaining." That was the end of that conversation as Wesker took another sip from his mug.


The Sheriff had glanced over towards where the two were sitting, but looked back to Cybil when she set the cup down. "Thank you kindly, Miss Bennett," he replied as he set his hat down on the counter.

"I've told you already, you can call me Cybil like everyone else does... Now, you wantin' your regular today? or feelin' like something different?" she asked with a light smile. Waitressing was one of the jobs that Claire never wanted. Not that she didn't like people, she just didn't like the thought of being a waitress. Especially if their uniform was a mid to short length skirt. She never wanted that kind of attention.

"I'll take my usual. Couldn't help but notice the new faces. We don't get much visitors here," he replied.

"Sure don't. But yeah, they're in town for vacation." she leaned in a little. "I think they're a couple," she whispered, though Wesker's better than average hearing most likely picked it up.

"Ah, I see... well... I best go be all friendly-like and say hi." he got himself up, turning and heading over to them as Cybil went to go put his order in. "So, what brings y'all to Ashton?" he replied, looking them over slightly.


Wesker's enhanced hearing could pick up every noise in the surrounding area. He couldn't help but smirk into his mug when he heard Miss Redfield told the sheriff that they were a couple. Oh, how much fun this would be.

Chris noticed his enemy's signature smirk and growled out a, "What?"

"Oh, nothing... dearheart."

Chris didn't notice the hint of red on his face and he gave Wesker another embarrassed glare. Looking away the blonde, he focused on somewhere else of their surroundings. Wesker simply chuckled and thought, Oh yes, this will be most fun indeed.

He ignored the approaching footsteps and stayed just as calm as ever since he knew they did not belong to Claire. Just as he placed his empty mug down on the table, the voice that belonged to the sheriff spoke up from his right and Chris's left. Chris turned to speak to the newcomer and instantly froze. His face turned almost white as a sheet and he had to blink a few times to double check if what he was seeing was real. He hadn't noticed it from afar, but now that the man was up close... The man looked exactly like his father, who had died when he and Claire were younger. Claire might not have remembered his appearance very well since she had been very little, but Chris remembered almost every detail. He had seen the state his father had been in after the car crash and there were so many missing chunks of flesh, lifeless eyes, and, god, there had been so much blood. The twenty year old's eyes began to water, but no tears fell, and his throat tightened up significantly. Like hell would he cry in front of Wesker.

Wesker, having sensed Chris's obvious emotions, spoke up instead, "Ah, my apologies for my partner. He has just come back from being deployed and tends to have PTSD episodes." He looked towards Chris and lightly, almost barely brushed his gloved fingers against the other male's. "Are you alright, dea--"

Chris quickly moved his hand away and muttered, "Don't- Don't touch me right now, Wesker."

Wesker feigned a hurtful and worried expression and turned his head back towards the sheriff. "He becomes very tense during these situations and can't handle much skin contact, I'm afraid. Anyway, we decided to come here for a calm vacation of sorts. I know he desperately needs it; away from warfare and all. A close friend of mine informed me of this lovely town and so far it has not been a disappointment."

To be honest, Wesker wouldn't have come to a town such at Ashton because he liked to be someplace that was, well, more. The only reason why he would go to a town like the one they were in was to lay low, or because of what he and his enemy were currently doing.


The Sheriff watched the two a moment. He couldn't help but think the brown haired one looked a bit like Cybil. And, really, looked a bit like a younger version of himself. "Ah... I understand completely...." he replied after listening to them. "No need to apologize.... Well, I'm glad it hasn't been a disappointment. There's a small motel down the road. Plenty of vacancies, and ain't anyone gonna be bothering ya'll...." he smiled. "Well, I'm the sheriff of this quaint little town. If ya'll need anything, just let me know. Can find me here pretty much every morning." He glanced to the side to see Cybil coming up with a tray of food, then looked back to them. "Well, I'll let ya'll enjoy your breakfast. Take care now." He headed back to his own spot where food had been placed seconds before.

Cybil smiled lightly and moved up when the Sheriff was out of the way and started setting the plates down in front of them. "There we are. Now, there anything else I can get you both?"


Wesker nodded and offered the male a small smile, "Thank you very much, sheriff. We appreciate it and I was going to ask Miss Cybil where a motel might be so we can stay the night. I'm afraid I did not make arrangements to stay the night ahead of time as I honestly do not know how long we will be staying."

Before he left, Wesker stated a farewell to him and offered the younger sibling the same charming smile. "Well, there is our favorite waitress," he stated with a soft chuckle and Chris had finally sobered up after seeing the food was there.

The BSAA agent hoped that Claire might remember something since his meal was literally his favorite. He would always have it when he would come back to the apartment they stayed in while Claire had been in school. He forced a sheepish smile on his lips and thanked her as his plates were set down in front of him. Chris had not had a decent breakfast or meal in months because he had been so worried about his little sister and even though it felt wrong to eat without her, his body demanded the food by making his stomach growl loudly. Wesker, on the other hand, honestly did not have to eat a lot to sustain himself or the virus. He ate meals very rarely since the virus sustained him. He saw the need of food as a possible weakness and he was grateful to the virus William had created for him.

"Everything looks really good," Chris spoke up a bit more after clearing his throat and rubbing his eyes.

Wesker nodded in agreement and gestured towards his empty mug, "Another coffee, if you don't mind, dear."


The waitress smiled a bit more at the comment about being their favorite waitress. It wasn't really the first time she heard it, but it was strange to hear it from complete strangers. "I hope you like it." She looked to the empty mug, nodding a little. "Sure thing." She went and got the pot of coffee, coming back and pouring it for him. "There you are. If you need anything, just give me a call." She turned and headed back to the counter, wobbling a little. She felt dizzy, holding her head a little. She didn't know what was going on. She felt weird ever since those two arrived, and while her headache went away, the feeling didn't go away. They were familiar.... something that nagged her in the back of her mind, and it wasn't doing well with the medication she was given.

She stumbled a little, the pot of coffee dropping from her tray as she dropped it and collapsed.


"Thank you," Wesker said and he added at her comment, "Of course."

Just as the blonde had started to cut his fork into his food as well as Chris almost biting into his own, they both noticed Claire stumble. Chris had all but forgotten about his meal, dropping it to dart from his seat and he rushed to her side. He wrapped his arms around her and grunted as they fell. The older sibling made sure to keep himself on the bottom so she wouldn't get hurt. At the same time, Wesker, too, had gotten up and caught the empty tray. He pretended to not catch the coffee pot and let avoided the liquid rather easily. A hiss of pain came from Chris since the scorching hot liquid had landed on his left arm and most of his upper side. Thanks to the thick fabric of his shirt, the pain wasn't as bad.

Breathing heavily, the male locked eyes with the young Redfield and whispered, "You okay, Clai--"

Wesker had bent down then and interrupted him, "Are either of you hurt? Oh, Chris, your arm is burnt..."


Everything was a blur for her as she fell. She didn't know what happened, feeling herself hit the ground not as hard as she thought she would have. She heard muffled sounds, looking up weakly and seeing her brother. For that small moment, she knew who he was. She didn't know who she was, but she knew he was her brother. He had started to say something, but everything started to get more fuzzy and her eyes closed, her body going limp as she passed out.

The sheriff and one of the co-workers had come over to them. "Are you alright?" the woman asked, looking down at them. "I am so sorry... ever since her accident, she sometimes has moments like this... Once she gets some rest, she'll just fine. We should take a look at your arm too.." She replied as the Sheriff started to try to take Cybil from him.


The amount of worry that was in his dark blue eyes was almost overwhelming and when he sat up, Chris noticed that she recognized him. He could see it in her bright blue orbs that she knew him. A seed of hope bloomed a little within him and when she passed out, the brunette quickly stood up and carefully lifted her in his arms. Everything had gone in slow motion for him, there was nobody else around, and it took him a while to come back to reality. He set her down on a clean spot on the floor and carefully held the back if her head in his hand. When he felt two hands on his shoulders, Chris turned his head towards the person who had lightly squeezed his broad shoulders.

It was Wesker.

While the two had spoke up, Wesker took in the information. So, that was their excuse. An accident.

"That is very unfortunate," he replied with a worried tone. "I agree. Rest would be very good for her."

It was then Chris had registered what the others had said and he looked at them with a forced smile. "Oh, yeah. I'm... I'm fine." He looked back down at the unconcious woman on the table and he forced himself to remove his hands from her so the sheriff could take her.

"Chris, your arm is severely burnt. We need to get you medical attention," he looked from Chris's arm and to Miss Redfield.

Whatever they had done to her was certainly working. He too had noticed Claire's recognition of her brother and perhaps getting her to remember would be easier than he originally thought.


The Sheriff picked the girl up gently. "I'll get her home." He looked to the woman. "Send the Doc over once he's done here."

The woman nodded. "Of course. Sorry for the trouble."

"No trouble," he replied as he carried Cybil out of the diner.

The woman guided Chris over to a seat. "I'm really sorry about your burn. The doctor's on his way over and will get your arm fixed right up." she sighed and shook her head. "I knew I should have sent that girl home... well, your meal's on us for the trouble.. and I hope this hasn't damaged your view on our town... this is the first time something like this has happened..."

It wasn't long before a tall man in a doctor's coat came into the diner, holding a medical bag.

"Ah, there he is... Doctor Birkin, I'm sorry calling you over like this.. Cybil had a bit of a fainting spell and spilled coffee on this gentleman.." the woman explained as the doctor came over.

Dr Birkin sighed. "I told her to take it easy since she hasn't been sleeping well, but she's stubborn." he took Chris' arm, looking it over a little.

"I had notice she's been more tired lately. It's not those nightmares again, is it?"

He nodded a little, opening his bag and getting some burn ointment out. "She said they've been getting worse. I gave her something to help her sleep better, but I guess it hasn't been helping." he started tending to his arm.


Chris moved along with the employee and didn't remove his gaze from his sister or the man that looked like his father. When they had left, he finally turned his attention to the woman who had helped him and asked, "Will she be okay?"

Chris thenet out an exasperated chuckled and replied, "Oh, this is nothin'. I've had a lot worse happen to me before. Right, Wesker?" His tone had a hint of almost accusation, but was hidden with his attempt of humor. The two men's eyes made contact and the blonde smirked, "Yes, you have and somehow you have lived through it all. It is a miracle that you're still alive and breathing."

There was a sort of tense silence between them and then the bell rang as a new person walked inside. Wesker's smirk immediately left his face and his expression was as blank as an unpainted canvas. Dr. William Birkin had been a valuable asset to both Umbrella and Wesker and the two had worked together since their late teens. The man in shades simply watched him move around and check his enemy's wound. Wesker hadn't seen, or spoken to Birkin since the Arklay Mountains, right before the Mansion Incident. After Birkin had gotten married and had Sherry, the man was always boring him with tales of "My little ray of sunshine," this and "Isn't my cute daughter shuch a beauty" that. Even tried to convince Wesker to have a child of his own, however, the man was much too interested in his work rather than being married or having a child of his own-- They would only get in the way.


As the doctor looked over Chris's burn, the brunette's gaze kept going towards Wesker. After a few moments, he asked, "You said she was in an accident. What kind if accident? I can understand having nightmares... I have them all the time and they are a bitch to wake up to."


The woman was quiet a little, then gave him a reassuring smile. "She should be fine."

Birkin worked on his arm, putting a burn ointment on his arm gently.

"Oh dear... the poor girl. The accident... she came in such a bloody mess... The officer said it was a car accident... it must have been such a horrible one. She had no memories at all due to all the trauma. She says she has nightmares about some horrible monsters or something... like from some sort of.. horror movie... poor dear. I don't think the medications are working well at all..." the woman explained, looking to Birkin.

He bandaged up Chris' arm, looking to the woman. "I know... They're supposed to be bringing in a new, stronger medication today. Hopefully that will be enough." He looked back to Chris. "Anything else I need to look at?"


Chris nodded and his face flinched as the ointment was rubbed against his burn. As the doctor worked on him, he listened intently to what else the woman said about her sister. A serious look had overcome his pained expression as he thought about what Wesker had said. If Umbrella really was in charge of all of this, then that meant that they had probably taken that story of their parents' deaths and rewrote it in a way. Just thinking about it pissed him off! No matter where he went, every time he was on a mission, he knew that Umbrella was behind the entire start of the horrifying, living, breathing bio-organic weapons. Everything always went back to Umbrella and...

The brunette looked towards his fake boyfriend.

Wesker.

He had been there since the beginning, knew just about everything about Umbrella, and he somehow was always one step in front of Chris. To think the egotistical, power-hungry tyrant used to go drink coffee and chat about simple, stupid things, and have beer at the local bar every Friday night with him and the rest of the STARS... Chris would think back to those days sometimes and wonder if the madman ever enjoyed those times, or if he was always just acting it up and pretended to enjoy them. When Doctor Birkin spoke up again, Chris looked away from the tall male and spoke up, "Oh, ah... No, I'm fi--"

"Actually, he might have been burnt on his side as well. Please check it as well, Dr. Birkin," Wesker had spoken up from beside him. When had he put his hand on his shoulder? "Chris has the tendency to lie when he is hurting and does not wish others to worry about him. I tell him all the time that he should worry about himself more rather than others, but, as you can see, he does not take my advice." Wesker could smell the burnt flesh underneath the shirt, but in order to stay in character, he had to asked nicely and pretend to have a hunch.

Advice my ass. He is always trying to harm those around me just so he can rub it in my face about how I was too late... F*ckin' prick.

Birkin nodded a little and reached over, gently lifting the side of Chris' shirt up, seeing the burns on it. "I'm going to need to tend to this too.." he replied, getting more ointment. "Be sure to keep your shirt up.." he replied as he started working on putting the ointment on the burns. "I will leave some extra ointment and bandages for you, so you don't have to come into the office."

Chris lifted his left arm up so the man had an easier chance to lift his shirt up. The movement made him grunt in pain, but he was used to pain. He could handle just about anything. As the doctor started working on him, a sudden realization hit the man. This guy's name was William Birkin? He remembered both Claire and Leon saying something about a scientist named Birkin back in Raccoon... He had infected himself with the G Virus and became completely unrecognizable by the end of the night. Claire had informed him that the mutated William kept trying to get his daughter so he could procreate and make some kind of super enhanced offspring. The thought made him shudder and he studied the other's man's features.

So... This was the guy who had created the G-Virus, huh?

He also remembered reading something in a file and it had mentioned the guy's name quite a few times as well.


Wesker blinked as he watched the clone of his old...friend work. He wondered if this clone had a wife and child and if so, if he would dote on that child as much as the last one. He wondered if the clone was just as into his work as the real one, or if he was just as lazy. Wesker would often find Birkin keeping company with his wife and slacking off, but at the same time, Birkin would also be so delved into his work that he wouldn't sleep or eat for days. On the other hand, before the virus had been awakened within him, Wesker would always work. Birkin would always give him a hard time and invite him over for dinner. On rare occasion he would do so and the first time he went, he was rather surprised that William had done all the cooking himself. Well, aside from the few times that Sherry did so. Actually... Sherry would be the one to cook almost every time he went to their house. The parents wouldn't even get home for hours, so it left just the two together. Wesker was a little shocked to find out that Sherry was a little grown up and she somewhat reminded him of himself when he was younger. When he would ask her about her parents, she would say that she didn't mind living alone because she knew they were always busy with work.

She never wanted to be a bother to them, so she wouldn't ask them for anything, even on her birthday.

It was because they would forget it because of their work.

Wesker had never really cared for children because he found them to be prefusely annoying, but somehow... He would sometimes find himself enjoying her company while they were at her house, or if she would come visit him in his lab in the facility. He would give her a birthday present every year. Though if she liked them, he was not entirely sure, nor did he really care. The gifts were mostly books on viruses or coloring books. One time he had gotten her a slice of chocolate cake and a little, light blue-green dress for her to wear. That had been a time that she had smiled up at him, told him thank you, and he had offered her a small smile of his own.

The blonde blinked when Chris's voice brought him back to reality and out from his thoughts, "Yeah, thanks. I appreciate the help, Doctor Birkin. Anything else I should know about the burns?"

"Luckily, your shirt seemed tough enough to keep it from burning you too badly. The ointment I used should help it heal a little faster and keep it from scarring," Birkin answered as he put a patch bandage on the burns. "Alright, all done." He packed up his things and stood up fully. "I should get to Cybil's and take a look at her too. If you need me, my office is a couple buildings down."


Chris nodded in agreement, "Yeah."

Both the blonde and the brunette remained silent as the doctor finished his work and once he was done, Chris stood up from his seated spot on a chair. He muttered another thanks to the other blonde and nodded again. Wesker had not moved from his place beside Chris and when he spoke, he feigned relief, "Thank you so much, Doctor Birkin. We are in debt to you. If you need any assistance with anything, please do not hesitate to contact us."

Wesker took out a pen from a pocket within his coat, took out a small notebook he kept with him and quickly wrote down his number. Clicking the end of the pen and placing it back into his pocket, he ripped the piece of paper from the small book and handed it to the clone of his old comrade. On the paper, he had also written his new name;

Alexander Wesker.

The fake couple watched as the man left and Chris turned to the waitress with a small, goofy smile, "So... About our food....?"


"You're very welcome. Glad I could help." He took the paper, glancing it over slightly before pocketing it. "And I'll keep that in mind." He headed out to see to Cybil, leaving the diner as someone else strode in and towards a seat.

The waitress smiled lightly. "I'll have the chef cook up something fresh for you, and-" she was cut off as the one who entered the diner started to speak loudly in an almost irritating pompous voice.

One that Wesker was all too familiar with, and was well aware that Claire had killed him as much as she had killed Birkin when he had mutated out of control. "Where is my waitress! I want my coffee!" he exclaimed, as if insulted that he was not served right away. "She is supposed to have it ready this time every day!" The blonde haired man wore a red buttoned shirt and white pants.

The Waitress' normal happy smile faded into one of annoyance. this obviously was a normal occurrence. She turned towards him. "She's not here, Alfred, and I am currently with other customers. Heaven forbid you have to wait a minute for your coffee!"

That only seemed to irritate Alfred more as he turned to look at them. "Is she sleeping on the job again?!" he huffed, "Call her and have her bring me my coffee!"

The waitress strode over and slammed her hand on the table, leaning in with one hand on her hip, glaring daggers at him. "She had one of her fainting spells and was taken home. She is not your personal servant.... and I'll have you mind your manners, ESPECIALLY with guests here! I can have the sheriff remove you. You don't own the place."

Alfred stared at her, and he almost looked ready to kill the woman for her insolence. "Oh, you have absolutely no idea.." he responded with a dangerous tone. "You had best watch yourself..." he got to his feet before storming out, heading the same direction that the Sheriff had gone to take Cybil home.


The two men had sat down at their booth and watched as their now cold meals were taken away by another waitress. Wesker was given another black coffee and Chris instead asked for water, decided he had enough caffeine for the day. Just as Wesker had touched the edge of the white mug to his lips, he froze when he heard a familiar, annoying, obnoxiously loud voice demand for the waitress who had just gone home for the day. Chris noticed his sudden halt in action and as Wesker turned to confirm if the nuisance truly was who he thought it was, Chris leaned a little out of he booth to glare at the rude blonde who was making such a scene.

"The hell is his problem?" Chris asked.

And why the hell does he wanna see Claire so badly?

Chris blinked and look at his partner and noticed the slight twitch of Wesker's blonde brow before he took a sip of coffee as he turned back to face the brunette. He placed the mug down on the table and kept his expression blank.

"Who was that guy?" Chris asked as the man stormed out after making a threat. "He sure had some nerve being rude to the people who work here and making a scene over a waitress not being here? That's just wrong."

Wesker shook his head a bit as he responded, "That man was once the head of the Ashford family. I'm sure you remember Rockford Island, as it was only a few years ago since we both were there. His name is Alfred Ashford and he had a rather strange obsession with your dear, little sister. She killed him in the end. However, he had an even stronger obsession with his own sister, Alexia."

Chris frowned and replied, "So, you're saying he liked his sister...in that way? Like lovers?"

"Indeed and Alexia felt the same, I believe. They both were very arrogant and had a belief that everyone was inferior to them-- lower lives, so to speak."

Chris growled out, with a bit of a snarl, "Sounds like someone else I know..."

Wesker only smirked in response and they had their new, warm food placed on the table. They both ate their food, Chris having eaten all of his and Wesker left about a quarter of his. Once finished, the two stood and Wesker paid for the meal and left a relatively good tip on the table. The two left, saying a thanks to the lady who had helped them, and came to a stop beside Wesker's car.

"Where to, now?" Chris asked with a gesture of his arms.


"I don't have time for this, Alfred," Wesker could pick up a voice behind the building next to the diner, which looked abandoned. "It seems you need another reminder... this is not your project. In all technicalities, you are a part of the project. You do what I say, not the other way around. Between you and your sister, she is the one we need. Not you. Keep that in mind the next time you decide to waste my time. Since it seems you're not understanding, let me try to dumb this down for you... we can't keep using the memory suppressants on the girl because the T-Veronica seems to be doing.. something.. with it. We also can't make the formula too strong or else it will affect the secondary set of memories. Granted, things will be a lot simpler if we didn't have to worry about Alexia waking up and killing us, but it could lead to worse things and the decimation of everything."

"Then just get my sister's DNA and do what you've been doing!" came Alfred's annoying voice.

There was a slight scoff and an exasperated sigh. Something that Wesker himself probably did many times when dealing with incompetence. "We can't get to her DNA. All we'll get is Redfield's T-Veronica manipulated DNA. I told you last time. Alexia isn't in the virus anymore. In order to get to her DNA, she needs to take control, but last time she even became conscious she killed two people. You may not care about our wellbeing, but we do. We aren't stupid. We aren't going to purposefully let her kill or infect us. This is an extremely delicate and dangerous situation, and we can't rush into anything."

"You're completely useless! I'll deal with this myself!" Alfred stormed out of the alley, starting down the street.

The other man groaned in annoyance. "How the hell he is from the same genetics as Alexia is beyond me." The man Alfred had been talking to looked to be wearing a lab coat, with an unfamiliar logo. he pulled his phone and made a call, pausing to listen to the one on the phone. "... ... I understand that he's necessary in attempting to appease her, but he's starting to become detrimental to the project and I feel he's going to do something drastic that can compromise everything. ... the blackouts are getting to be more frequent, and the tests seem to suggest that she's becoming resistant to the suppressants. Inconclusive if it's her, the virus specifically. ... still no physical mutations. ... Of course. I'm on my way over there right now, I will keep you informed, Dr. Wesker." The man hung up and exited the alley and got into a nearby car, driving the way Alfred went.


Chris had crossed his arms as he waited for a response, but Wesker was completely silent. Blinking, his brows furrowed as the end of Wesker's mouth twitched ever so slightly. When the blonde had turned his head and upper body and head in a certain direction, Chris quickly did the same and noticed the entire back side of the man from earlier.

Chris turned leaned his back against the front of the car and glanced over at his unwanted partner and said, "It's the Ashford guy..."

Wesker was still silent for a few moments, "Indeed."

As Wesker suddenly moved to get into the driver's seat of the car, Chris quickly did the same and they both shut the door at the same time. As he buckled himself up, Chris looked at the older man again and asked, "What is it?"

"It's nothing that concerns you, Chris." He practically growled out.

Wesker was pretty ridgid and his grip on the steering wheel was so tight his knuckles had turned white. He appeared to be focused and irritated by something the BSSA agent did not know. Flexing his fingers on the steering wheel, he turned the car on, checked for traffic, and drove down the road. The older Redfield settled more in his seat with a huff. He didn't want to talk? Fine. Didn't bother Chris in the slightlest.

Screw him.

As Chris watched the passing people and buildings, Wesker's mind was filled with thoughts.

Alexia is still alive as well...or perhaps she is another clone. Though, I do wonder just who the other Wesker is. Could it be a clone of me? Surely Umbrella does not think they can create another version of me. If so, I will have to dispose of the vermin eventually. However, I need to do some investigation.

Wesker scoffed under breath as he smirked in disdain when he came to a red light and stopped the car for the few moments the light was red. Once it turned green, he started driving amd glanced in the rearview mirror. A few cars were lined up behind him and he then glanced to the side, towards his enemy's window. There was the motel the woman had told the two men about and Wesker pulled into the parking lot amd came to a stop. It was a rather fancy hotel, much fancier than what he thought the two would be staying in.

As they got out, Wesker marched to the back of the car, lifted the trunk's lid and pulled out his small suitcase, as well as a breif case and slung gis computer bag over his shoulder. Chris had a larger suitcase than the blonde and he pulled it out with ease. Wesker was already headed towards the entrance and he called behind him, "Make sure to close the door, Christopher."

Frowing at the stupid name, Chris did as he was told and followed him inside. They came to a stop at the check in desk. Wesker made arrangements for them to stay in a room that had two beds instead of one and he made it to where they were staying for a week at the least. He admitted to not knowing how long the two would be in town and the woman simply smiled at him and watched the two walk towards the hallway with the elevator. The men were staying in a room on the third floor. They eventually reached the room and Chris let out a loud, impressed whistle.

"Damn... This place is nice," he announced as they entered the large room.

It was more of an apartment than anything else. It had a large living room, kitchen area, bathroom, and the bedroom. They put their belongings down in different places, Chris going to the couch and Wesker went to the bedroom. They stayed silent the entire time they emptied their bags and when Chris emerged from the bed room, he found Wesker seated at the couch, typing away on a silver laptop. Just what he could be doing was unknown to Chris. Wesker always made sure to bring his own internet device, as well as having a very protective virus and hacking-free wall wherever he took his laptop. He got very pissed when someone peeked at his precious files and reports and that person paid dearly...with their life.


As the sun descended and the light disappeared from the earth, the small town was engulfed in complete darkness. Street lights turned on and lit areas of the streets. Wesker had completely ignored Chris as the younger male had gone out hours prior to look for something and as he had walked back to the room and changed into something more comfortable to sleep in. The brunette wore a grey T-shirt and grey sweat pants and looked at Wesker with a bit of confusion, "Aren't you gonna, you know, sleep? You've been on the computer all day."

"I do not require much sleep all thanks to the virus. You may sleep whenever you wish, it will be easier for me to kill you."

There was a tense silence as the two stared at one another and Wesker smirked when he finally added, "I am joking, Christopher. I won't kill you for the time being because you are of use to me."

Turning the laptop off, Wesker stood up from his seat, put the silver device away, and carried it with him as he started for the door. He stopped when Redfield asked him with suspicion, "Where do you think you're going?"

"While you sleep, I am going to do some research of my own." The blonde had placed his gloved hand on the doorknob and turned to look back at Chris. "Sweet dreams, dearheart," he added with an amused chuckle and the other male groaned in disgust and annoyance as Wesker shut the door.

Once he was outside, he placed his bag in a hidden compartment of the trunk and began to walk down the side walk. The air was a little chilly, but it did not bother him in the slightest. After all, he had just came from Antarctica and survived there for quite a few months and the freezing cold temperatures did not bother him in the slightest. Taking out his phone, he looked at the mini map and information on the younger Redfield's home as he walked. Following the highlighted path, the man came to a stop when he noticed quite a few cars parked on the street, relatively close to the woman's house. If this was a large experiment, he was not surprised to see so many people keeping tabs on her. After all, he had done the same in the past. Straightening his posture, Wesker slipped his phone into his pocket and began to walk towards the small house very casually and to the people hiding away, it would appear that he was simply taking a walk down the street, glancing up at the sky and surroundings on occasion.


He could see someone going inside wearing a lab coat and carrying a bag of equipment. Behind the house was a set of trees, most likely to keep anyone from seeing in the back windows. Inside was pretty busy. The back windows were surprisingly open. They probably didn't feel the need to close them at this time at night.

In the bedroom, though, there were a few people standing around Claire's bed as she was obviously unconscious. Her body was strapped down and hooked up to medical equipment. There was two monitors seeming to be measuring brainwaves. One seemed pretty calm, while the other one was more active, which would be impossible unless there were two consciousnesses. "She's starting to be more active. I'm not sure how long it will be before she's the one in control."

"What's the status on the virus?"

"I think it's mutated some since the last time, but it's getting harder to tell. I don't know if it's her, or just because of Alexia's influence, but her body is showing no negative side effects of the virus, or outwards mutation unless Alexia has control."

"The Golden eyes and hair, right?"

The other one nodded. "Because it's changed enough since she was infected, and due to Alexia's presence, it's been officially renamed the T-Alexia Prime. The downside is that the true nature of the virus is only shown when Alexia is in control, so we have to work with what samples we got the last time."

"Let's hope there won't be another time like the last time... We lost too many people to her."


As he waited outside the window, he pulled out his secondary phone and tapped his thumb against the faded blue screen a few times. Soon, the image of the entire house filled the screen and various, mini, right red squares appeared all over the interior of the house. Each red dot showed where a hidden camera was placed. With a stoic expression, he worked on his phone a bit and a very soft beep reached his ears, indicating that the images that had been showing would continued to stay in place for a matter of minutes. It was more than enough time for him to go inside and inspect things without being noticed, especially with the camera's images being frozen. Anyone who was spying on the little Redfield woman wouldn't be able to see him until his time was up. A silent alarm was set as he hopped over the railing of the open window and the blonde stuck to the shadows as he moved about the rooms, making sure not be heard or seen by any of the employees within the area. He made it into the kitchen and found nothing of interest and then into the bathroom. Within the cabinet, he found an assortment of pills, both prescription and over the counter alike, hair products, and face cleansing products. However, his hidden eyes landed on the white case that had his interest since his and Miss Redfield's encounter earlier that day; the pills the woman had given her.

Taking the bottle, he slipped it within his coat's pocket and walked back down the hallway and stopped beside the doorway. Placing his back against the wall, Wesker listened intently to the doctors speaking amongst themselves. A slight rise of his blonde brow showed that he was interested in the redhead's condition and the oh so valuable information the group was speaking of.

A cruel smile had crept onto the man's lips as he thought to himself, Oh, I wonder how Chris would take this wonderful information? No doubt he will be upset, I'm sure.

His lips turned down into a thin line as he continued to listen to the conversation.

I wonder if Alexia's and Claire's selves could be seperated...? I doubt Miss Redfield will last much longer if she continues to regain her memories and as much as I would enjoy seeing her demise, as well as Chris's reaction to it, I would much prefer her to be within a more suitable host. I suppose I will need to dig for more information--

He glanced down at his watch and began to speedily move towards the window. Time is running out. I had best make my way to the exit and come back another night...

Hopping out of the window, he quickly moved back behind the house and to the area he had stood when he first walked down the street.

Wesker gripped his arms rather lazily and rubbed them against his upper arms, pretending to be chilled, turned around, and walked back down the side walk, towards the hotel. What valuable information he had found...


As Wesker walked away from the house, there was another car parked outside, a man getting out. A familiar man, who looked roughly his own age. It wasn't a clone. At least, not of himself. It was his namesake. The original Doctor Wesker. And he was heading inside.

Wesker stopped short when he saw the familiar man get out of the car and walked towards the house. Blonde brows furrowed slightly and a frown was plastered on his face. Now, curiosity was going to get the best of him and Wesker knew exactly why. Being careful to not be spotted, the blonde hurriedly made his back to the house and open window. Bending down for his knee to touch the muddy ground beneath him, Wesker's hidden gaze was completely focused on the newcomer.

Dr. Wesker had changed quite a bit since Wesker had last seen him, even before the incidents of Raccoon. His dirty blonde hair was styled somewhat similarly to Wesker's, though the older man did not care to brush his bangs from his face. He had a stubble of the mixture of dirty blonde and pepper colored hair all around his jawline, chin, and upper lip. He was dressed in a dark grey suit, which had a black jacket and no tie. The first two buttons were undone and her had no gloves on. The sight made a hint of a snarl come to Wesker's lips. The older man obviously did not care much for his looks... Still the same as ever, damned bastard.

I thought he had died, but no, he still plagues the this world with his presence.

A new form of hatred boiled beneath Wesker's skin, perhaps even the same amount that matched his with Redfield's. Keeping quiet, Wesker listened to the conversation inside.


When Dr. Wesker spoke, his voice was gravelled and just as deep as Wesker's (if not moreso), "How are things with Claire, gentlemen?"

As the scientists began listing off the good and bad information, he had taken her file and began scanning through it. His eyes were still a dark ocean blue, though they appeared to have grey within them since the last time Wesker had seen him. The older man slowly nodded, closed the vanilla colored folder, and placed his chin in his fingers. At the same time, the hand holding the folder was underneath his elbow, holding it in place as he thought for a few moments.

"We may have to find a new host for Veronica. Claire may not survive long enough and when Alexia is in full control, she might completely destroy the both of them... We do not want this because we are so close to figuring out how to keep the virus in check."

After a second, Dr. Wesker turned to face the scientist in charge, placed the folder of files back onto its spot on the table, and spoke up again, "Tell Dr. Birkin to begin testing other subjects with the new virus strand immediately."

The younger male nodded, saying a quick, "Yes, sir," before he left the building.

The man hiding decided he had enough of that and hastily left the area and walked straight back to the motel. His blood was boiling and Wesker was more than frustrated to revel in his correct assumption of the new host. However, as he came closer to the motel, he stopped short and looked up at the window where the man he loathed probably slept peacefully. If he went back now, there was no doubt in his mind that he would strangle Redfield while he slept, then he would not be able to continue his investigation being seen. So, he stomped across the street, to some abandoned building and clenched his hands into fists. With a frustrated growl, the man sent his gloved hand into the wall closest to him. A fairly large dent was left as he removed his hand and he stomped forwards a few steps.

"Damn!"

The former STARS captain was rarely one to use such vulgar language, but he was just so angry.

How stupid he had been!

If he had known that Alexander Wesker was alive he would not have used the god damn name as his fake identity. He had only chosen it because it was the first thing that came to his mind.


Within Claire's room, the air started to warm up. One of the brain wave monitors spiked in activity. It was Alexia's. She was awake. There was a laugh as golden eyes opened, the woman on the bed sitting up with eyes fixated on the man in front of her. Her hair had turned from Claire's auburn shade, to Alexia's faded yellow. "Men just always have to be in control," Alexia's voice came from the Redfield girl, "and you believe you know what is best..." she replied as she stared at Dr. Wesker, an annoyed, menacing look on her borrowed face.

It took a moment of staring at the man to realize just who exactly he was. With all of the memory suppressing drugs used, it took her longer than normal to recall things. "Hmph... of course it would be you," she commented. "I already told one Wesker he was not worthy of my power... what makes you believe that you are?" she questioned bitterly, tilting her head as vines started to grow up the building. "I could burn you all alive right now..."


Dr. Wesker caught on the machine's alarm before any of the others and he was the only one who stayed in place when the air became hot. It did not bother him as much as it did the scientists, who all began to speak to each other in a panic, whereas the old man stood exactly where he was, beside the bed. Remaining calm he watched in fascination at the woman's transformation and kept his hands at his sides. His face remained stoic, though his brows did rise a little when she spoke to him in such a rude manner. It didn't bother him too much, though things like that never did. He wasn't very picky with things, so he didn't mind to go with the flow.

A humorous chuckle came from him at Alexia's comment of men wishing to be in control. It was true. Most men did want to be in control.

As his dark blue hues clashed with vibrant yellows, he simply smiled at her in a charming manner, his pearly white flashed from beneath his thin lips. Upon hearing about the other Wesker, however, his smile formed into an amused grin and he shook his head a bit while he took a few steps away from her so she could have a bit more room to move around.

"If you are talking about Albert, then yes, he is ever the power hungry lad. It is no wonder he came after you, though. You are very special, Alexia."
He looked back at her with a sigh and continued, "Unlike my son, I don't want your power. I only want you to stay alive."

His eyes flicked about the room, watching as the vines rose from beneath the creaking floorboards and open window. Ha slight frown came to his lips and he shook his head as he muttered to himself, "This was such a nice place...and now Claire will have to find a new home. Such a shame."

He simply side-stepped a smaller cloister of vines that threatened to grip at his left foot and he finally acknowledged her threat, "Oh, yes. I am positive you can do so much harm, no thanks to the virus within you. Anyway," he took another step away from the annoying green appendages and looked back up at her, "As I said before, I just want to keep you both alive--Claire included. I really wouldn't want to lose either of you since you both are rather important. You, my dear Alexia, are the entire reason the Veronica Virus is even here and you were the top scientist in Umbrella. As for Claire, truly, the only reason I would like her to remain alive is because of this new strain of the Veronica virus."

He had walked around the room for a bit, occasionally having to simply side step, step over, or duck between the vines that continued to grow and finally came to a stop somewhat in front of her.

"You are a brilliant scientist. Unlike these fools, I do not plan on putting you to sleep too soon. I would like to know your opinion on this. How would you handle this situation? Would you simply allow you and the host to die together, or would you rather find a new, much stronger and better host to have and then keep the old alive to do testing on?"

His hands were clasped together behind his back and he tilted his head ever so slightly, the grin long gone and had been replaced with a serious look. Dr. Wesker was serious and he truly wanted her opinion. Why wouldn't he ask such a smart woman while she was out? The others always put her to sleep as soon as she was out and didn't even offer her the chance to be awake or even speak.

He offered her an apologetic smile, his eyes seemed to have some sympathy within them. "Though, I must admit that time is of the essence and we do not have much time to speak. I'm afraid we will have to put you to sleep so the host will not be overcome with infection."


Alexia listened to the man in front of her. He seemed sincere enough. But men tended to deceive others. She watched him. He also seemed to be pretty competent. She felt a bit insulted at the insinuation of her host dying, but she found it amusing, laughing a bit. "Do you truly think I do not know what I am doing? I know my virus, and my host, better than you do. Any mutation of the virus is carefully manipulated and overseen by myself. The only risk to us is those fools tampering with us.. the girl's body is far more sturdy than she is given credit for. She is at no threat of dying. She is exactly where I want her..." she paused. "These... memory suppressing drugs, though.. have been a most interesting addition... I think within another few days, I might be able to utilize it..."

She reached over to a vine that grew close to her, a large flower growing and opening up. There was a pod of some sort resting in it. "What I would prefer, though... is not another 'host'. I have been with this one since my defeat, and her body had time to adjust to my presence. No other host would suffice. No, I believe you know what it is I would prefer." she lifted the pod up, looking it over a little. "I have seen my brother, through the girl's memories, despite the fact he died in my arms in Antarctica... And you, well... I suppose you would be in your grave at this point.." she looked towards him as the flower and vines all started to retreat, surprisingly leaving little damage behind.

She held the pod out towards him. "I do not give this to you lightly. This holds my DNA... everything you need to create a suitable host from scratch. Do keep in mind, though, if I catch wind that you have used this for any other means... I will destroy you all, rather than enslave you." she warned him.