Resident Evil Series Fan Fiction ❯ Resident Evil: GP ❯ Chapter 6 ( Chapter 6 )
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By: Tymestalker 
Edward records his data, but sees someone he never expected to be there
Non Anime: Resident Evil Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Hentai / Horror / Suspense | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.13.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.8K | Visits: 410 | Status: Work In Progress
Edward records his data, but sees someone he never expected to be there
Non Anime: Resident Evil Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Hentai / Horror / Suspense | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.13.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.8K | Visits: 410 | Status: Work In Progress
Edward Rossman sat hunched over the keyboard, thoroughly pleased with himself as he dashed from camera to camera with the touch of a few keys. Despite Dr. Garcia’s belief that the human condition would win out and survive, all the evidence was pointing to a complete victory for the virus. He had watched the fall of the city over a day, as more and more of the population had fallen under the control of the virus, doing little else but have sex. He knew they’d eventually break down and starve, but that wasn’t his concern. All that mattered was his success.
His only disappointment was that he could not gloat to Emilia about it. She was being tested with one of the dogs to see if the virus could be transmitted through sex with the woman being infected. Even if his pet had been here, she wouldn’t have understood. What mind the woman had yesterday had deteriorated drastically. She now cared only for sex. Not that Rossman wouldn’t have minded having a go with that curvaceous body of hers, but it had been a shame that he could not show her just what he’d done to her mind.
It was a little boring watching so much sex over and over. He had to admit the voyeuristic feeling he’d initially had once the virus had gone off had been thrilling. Now, he was more concerned with diagnosing the data and having as much recorded as possible to give to Wesker once they left Golger Point for good.
“Dr. Rossman?”
Edward looked up to see a timid young man in a lab coat that seemed to swallow his diminutive form. He shuffled his feet as he stood there, and he was pale, though most people couldn’t tell by the pallor of his skin. “Yes, Dr. Garcia?” He asked, amused as he watched his furtive green eyes glancing between screens. He clearly hadn’t been expecting the results he saw on the monitors. Alvaro Garcia had chosen to hide himself away, packing up supplies and preparing for their escape. He seemed wholly uninterested in the glorious display of their genius going on above them.
“Dr. Cameron has news for you about Dr. Teth.” Edward smiled even wider as his Spanish accent began to show, a sign he was truly nervous. He was always trying to hide his origins, even if his name ruled that out from the start. Edward had to remind himself that Alvaro was not the sheep the others upstairs were, but he knew who the stronger ones were. Like any pack animal, he made sure he did not upset those who could tear him apart. His willingness to do horrible things was enough to be wary of, and Edward reminded himself to keep an eye on either of his comrades at all times.
“Call her Emilia, Dr. Garcia. She is no longer a scientist. Merely a receptacle now. Any resemblance to her former life is only skin deep.”
“Y..Yes Dr. Rossman.”
“Well, what is the news?”
Alvaro shook his head. “I don’t know. All I do is that you are needed right away.”
Edward growled, spinning back toward the monitors. “If Dr. Cameron needs me, the video-com system works just fine. You don’t need to be sent up from your duties like a little lap-dog.”
Alvaro tried to argue, but Edward shooed him away and sat back down once the good doctor was out the door. He had lost his good mood and he scowled back at the glowing lights. Dr. Garcia might have his faults, but sending him along as an errand boy was demeaning. The man was still a competent scientist and part of the brilliance behind this success. He also did not approve of what this meant if Dr. Cameron thought he could be ordered around like some second-rate go-between. He would have to bring an ego into check.
“You’re becoming a big pain in the ass,” came a crackling voice. Rossman turned, expecting to see Dr. Cameron on the screen, but the image was distorted and the voice echoed badly.
“Nice to hear from you, too. What’s wrong with the comm system?”
“I’m not sure. System’s been on the fritz all morning. I wanted you down here to talk.”
Edward grit his teeth, ignoring the commanding tone coming the static. “You couldn’t contact me yourself? You had to send someone like a servant?”
“I did not wish to interrupt my research on the new virus, plus I figured you’d want to see the results for yourself.”
Edward snarled. “Spare me your lectures. Our time researching and preparing is just as valuable as yours.”
A chuckle came through the static. “But I thought you’d be more...personally invested with the results of Emilia’s tests.”
Edward did his best not to respond to the taunt. Dr. Cameron was trying to get under his skin. He wasn’t about to show weakness on this. “Just tell me what you found out.” He tried to keep the eagerness out of his voice.
“Results showed that a female subject can pass the virus as any normal T-virus carrier can by breaking the skin while biting or if her skin is broken and blood gets in any open sore, wound or orifice. She also can pass it with intercourse with a male in her vaginal cavity. However, intercourse in the anal cavity or orally does not transmit it, unless the member is damaged during the sexual act.” Dr. Cameron sounded like the cat that caught the canary. “Further study will be needed to determine exactly why one form does and the other doesn’t.”
Edward didn’t bite. One method was unsafe, but he could still enjoy Emilia’s body by using simple precautions. That bitch had been taunting him with her body, but he was determined to collect on all her innuendos and teases. He didn’t care that she wouldn’t be able to respond the way he wanted her to. After watching all the sexual tension on the surface, he was going to get some release for himself. “Those tests can wait. There hasn’t been any indication our actions have been noticed since we took out their spy and response time after not checking in is another 24 hours away at the least before they send in a team, and that will give us at least another day.”
Dr. Cameron gave a knowing laugh. “I’ll make sure she’s prepared for you. Need anything specific?”
Edward smiled, glad the doctor understood. “A gag and some bindings for her hands should be sufficient.”The video comm fizzled and went dead as the line was disconnected, but Edward could have sworn Dr. Cameron was cackling.
He set up the cameras to record, figuring he could catch up on anything he might miss later. Not that he expected anything new. Golger Point was no longer intriguing to him. It didn’t even seem worth it to let any of the modified creatures onto the surface. Everything up there had wrapped up nicely and the few he had released into Central, though not virus suppliers like the human males, had still captured their victims to where it was unlikely they’d ever escape. RGD-6 he’d set up on the third floor had three women all to itself, implanting eggs in them which were maturing at a rapid rate, and no infected men dared go near it, hiding in other parts of the floor. The MA-190's, modified Hunter classes, had torn through the fourth floor without much resistance leaving a bloody trail of infected before snatching up all the women hosts they could find. And the new GR-20's had the second floor all wrapped up. He had been thoroughly pleased with that last group, his own pet project.
After all of his preparations, he made his way down to the room to find Emilia bound and gagged, her ass still inviting him in despite as much sex as she’d endured already. She looked up at him, no trace of intelligence in her pleading blue eyes. She bounced and moaned into the gag, her breasts jiggling as she did, and she was so enticing, such a wonderful piece of work from her voluptuous breasts that ended in such perfect aureolas to her curvaceous form that beckoned any sane man to her cleanly shaven pussy. It’s such a shame you weren’t a bit smarter… It was a small piece of regret, but Emilia had been an amazing beauty, ambitious, smart. Had she been part of their research project, and not a shameless flirt, she wouldn’t have been in this situation. She’d have been helping them on it.
It’s only a small disappointment. After all, he could still take pleasure from her situation. “Dr. Cameron was so kind to truss you up like this,” he said, running his hand along her bare back. He checked the bindings, making sure they were tight. Something about Dr. Cameron’s actions made him not trust the information he had been receiving. The good doctor had an agenda and, until he found out what it was, he wasn’t taking chances. He pulled out the condom he’d grabbed, wanting to make sure he was safe despite what Dr. Cameron had told him.
He took off his labcoat, folding it neatly before stripping everything else off and dumping it on the floor. His cock was already hard from seeing her like this. He leaned over, sniffing in her hair, and getting a thrill from the scent of her mixed with the sex she’d already had. He kissed her neck, holding back on the desire to nip at it. He didn’t want to risk breaking the skin, but it was very tempting and his lust and his reason were arguing. He stuck with running his hand along her back, then to her ass which he squeezed. She was moaning whorishly at such simple touches that thrills were going through Edward at how turned on she was by only being in contact with her. He wondered if he could modify the virus further to subdue a woman for his pleasures without worry of infection. Once Wesker pays us and brings us in, I’ll have plenty of subjects to test on.
For now, he turned to thoughts of the present as he shoved Emilia forward, raising her ass up to where he could rub his stiff member between the cheeks. Foreplay was a waste of time in his opinion, especially when he did not care whether his partner was content after or not. He saw her ample breasts sway as she was leaned forward and he reached around, pinching and massaging the mounds of flesh like putty. It had been some time since he’d last been with a woman, his mind having been always on his discoveries. And now, he could merge the two wants.
He left her breasts, ignoring her disappointed whimper, and he put the condom on. He didn’t like the feel, knowing it would dull the feel of the pleasure some, but he did it anyway. He spread her ass cheeks, widening her a bit, and pushed his cock in, surprised a little that her resistance was still there despite how much sex she’d had. He had to admit it was nice, squeezing his cock from the moment he penetrated her, his average size filling the cavity nicely. “Oh god, woman...” he said, holding his position and letting the feeling of her squirming pleasure him to no end.
He finally began thrusting, having to keep his hands on her ass to keep her from shoving back wildly. He wanted this at his own pace, to enjoy the moment for as long as he could. He moved slow, his thrusts long and careful. He could hear the squish of the sex just above her gagged cries. “Yes, keep it slow...” he said, gripping her ass tight. She understood, slowing to his pace, and he raised an eyebrow, not expecting her to have enough of a mind left to understand. He’d think about it later.
His pace did not last long, his impatience from having been chaste for this time taking over and he began to ride her faster and harder. She replied in kind, and he leaned over her like an animal in heat, panting and grunting as he slammed her ass over and over. Her moans egged him on, and her tight hole gripped his cock and he was soon crying out in pleasure. He had to fight himself from scratching and clawing at her, still concerned about catching the virus despite his urges. His attention went to her breasts as he gripped them hard, squeezing them until he couldn’t bring his fingers any closer. His stamina was not much, and he came quickly, his body shuddering.
Sweat ran down his face, his body not used to such exertion. He pulled back, cursing at it being over so soon. No matter, he told himself, I’ll want to bring her with...as a living subject. He couldn’t even admit that he just wanted her as a sex toy.
He peeled the condom back, grimacing at the stickiness he felt from his own cum. He found a wastebasket and tossed it in, leaving the poor woman bound and crying out for her own release through the gag as he redressed. He kept the labcoat folded, not wanting to stain it with his sweat. A quick shower, and then back to work. He gave Emilia a glance over his shoulder, seeing her staring at him with those lustful eyes. It disgusted him, reminding him that he had not been able to last.
He stormed away to his room, stopping his charge only to neatly drop the folded coat on the bed before jerking off his shirt and flinging it across the room. The pants and underwear were shoved down, chucked into the laundry bin, and he slammed the door to the bathroom shut as he turned on the water. It’d been one of the first things the three of them had installed down in Central’s core, since they spent more of their time locked away down here than with the other scientists.
The steam filled his lungs, and the warmth of the water threatened to toss away his foul mood. A man of science should not be riled over such trivial things. But he could not will away his anger so easily and he scrubbed himself down, vigorous and methodical, as though he could wash away his shame. He finally shut off the water and threw open the shower door, snatching the towel off the rack and wiped down his face. He cleared the condensation off the mirror, staring at his face. Without his glasses, his face looked shallow and his eyes sunken. His hair, no longer neatly combed, was strewn all over. He looked like a mess, and he slammed his fist into the mirror, shattering it.
He breathed in deep, looking down at the blood running from his hand. His anger fled, and he began to laugh as he saw the red mixing with the water. It was almost hysterical as he sat down on the tile floor, his body shuddering with giggles. So what if I’m not the best? I still beat all those that were. They’re all mindless drones now. I outsmarted them and I’m the only one who will still be human.
He clung to that triumph. He was the smartest. He was better than those poor slobs on the surface. He was better than those myopic mold growers on the floors above. He was better than White Umbrella with their spies and their narrow focus. He was one of the best, and he was going to prove it. Then women would be groveling at his feet or they would face the future of a mindless slut.
He took his time getting his wounds bandaged, and he dressed and put a glove to hide the wound. Better than having to explain my foolish impulses to the others. He pulled the labcoat back on, the security it brought enhancing his growing beliefs. He was in control, and no delusions of inadequacies were going to stop him from being great. He strode with purpose back to the monitors. He was ready to face his destiny again. He’d be greater than Birkin or Griffith or any of those other has-beens that White Umbrella drooled over. And he’d show that idiot Sidney in the front office that he and his cronies were shortsighted with all they could do. He’d show them all that his genius was not to be denied.
As he sat down, movement caught his eye. He wanted to just ignore it while he got settled, but something about the way the figure moved drew him to the screen. He peered at the man, unbelieving, as he swept left and right, his gun ready for trouble. It can’t be… You’re dead. You’re dead and buried and unable to hurt me. As much as he tried to deny the reality, Marcus did not vanish from his screen. The spy was very much alive, armed, and in Golger Point.
It’s okay. Relax. So he’s in Golger. So what? The entrances at the surface are locked down and only a few outside the three of us know about the keys and their location. So what if this traitor had survived? Coming back had only signed him a slower and more painful death. Nothing more. There were even three of the affected down the next corridor. It was going to be glorious.
Edward leaned forward, staring with such intensity that he almost expected Marcus to drop dead on the spot. His other research was meaningless compared to watching for the moment when some mindless creature took him down. He’d learned of the spy in their midst and he’d signed the man’s death warrant, amazed Umbrella had even caught on to their deception. He even guessed who had learned the truth. Neither Jackson or Sidney had the foresight. Only Trent could be that well informed and connected. He knew, deep down, that he should tell the others of this new inconvenience. The time they thought they had was less. Marcus could have found a way to bring White Umbrella down on them before coming back. But he didn’t dare take the time to warn the others for fear that he might miss this buffoon meet his fate.
Marcus paused near the corridor and Edward tried to urge him on mentally. He wanted to see him caught and killed or become one of them. It didn’t matter which. He wasn’t a scientist. He was a grunt, a weapon and nothing else, like the creatures locked in the cages above. He was inferior, and his experiment would soon continue without a hitch.
Marcus spun, firing with precision, and all three of the affected dropped. Edward began to see red, his anger returning. It was replaced by curiosity as Marcus turned back, saying something, but since they had not equipped the hidden cameras with sound, he had no idea what. Who is he talking to? A survivor? His eyes widened as he saw a teen girl slipping around the corner. She looked familiar and Edward didn’t take long to place who it was. It was one of Dr. Cameron’s daughters.
Edward’s scream of rage did not do his fury justice. All my work and plans and it might all go out the window because that spy just happens to run into that whelp of a girl? He seethed and puffed, having to let his heart slow down. He realized he’d been gripping the arms of the chair so tight that he’d gone white-knuckled and he had to pry his fingers off with care.
He reached for the phone, then hesitated. “What am I doing?” he said to no one in particular. He laughed and leaned back. He doubted Dr. Cameron would be foolish enough to talk about the keys at home. The doors on the surface were sealed. And Marcus was a thug, not someone brilliant like him. Even if he knew where the last zodiac keys were, he’d never crack the puzzles to get to them.
Actually, this was a good enough reason to release some of his pets on the surface. He could use better footage of them in action and Marcus looked like he was good with his weapon. Whoever Wesker worked for would want some idea of what these could do. They wouldn’t transfer the virus to Marcus or his young teen friend, but it would make for a fun show nonetheless. Anything to see that bastard taken down.
Edward turned to the keyboard, looking at the list of what they had down here to use. He didn’t want those damned T-virus monsters spreading that dirty strain amongst his perfect playground. He smiled when he found the modified Cerberus types. The MA-45's were a special breed and pack hunters besides. Let’s see you weasel out of this, Marcus, he thought as he pressed a sequence on the computers to raise the cages to a special kennel on the surface. He then leaned back to watch the show.
His only disappointment was that he could not gloat to Emilia about it. She was being tested with one of the dogs to see if the virus could be transmitted through sex with the woman being infected. Even if his pet had been here, she wouldn’t have understood. What mind the woman had yesterday had deteriorated drastically. She now cared only for sex. Not that Rossman wouldn’t have minded having a go with that curvaceous body of hers, but it had been a shame that he could not show her just what he’d done to her mind.
It was a little boring watching so much sex over and over. He had to admit the voyeuristic feeling he’d initially had once the virus had gone off had been thrilling. Now, he was more concerned with diagnosing the data and having as much recorded as possible to give to Wesker once they left Golger Point for good.
“Dr. Rossman?”
Edward looked up to see a timid young man in a lab coat that seemed to swallow his diminutive form. He shuffled his feet as he stood there, and he was pale, though most people couldn’t tell by the pallor of his skin. “Yes, Dr. Garcia?” He asked, amused as he watched his furtive green eyes glancing between screens. He clearly hadn’t been expecting the results he saw on the monitors. Alvaro Garcia had chosen to hide himself away, packing up supplies and preparing for their escape. He seemed wholly uninterested in the glorious display of their genius going on above them.
“Dr. Cameron has news for you about Dr. Teth.” Edward smiled even wider as his Spanish accent began to show, a sign he was truly nervous. He was always trying to hide his origins, even if his name ruled that out from the start. Edward had to remind himself that Alvaro was not the sheep the others upstairs were, but he knew who the stronger ones were. Like any pack animal, he made sure he did not upset those who could tear him apart. His willingness to do horrible things was enough to be wary of, and Edward reminded himself to keep an eye on either of his comrades at all times.
“Call her Emilia, Dr. Garcia. She is no longer a scientist. Merely a receptacle now. Any resemblance to her former life is only skin deep.”
“Y..Yes Dr. Rossman.”
“Well, what is the news?”
Alvaro shook his head. “I don’t know. All I do is that you are needed right away.”
Edward growled, spinning back toward the monitors. “If Dr. Cameron needs me, the video-com system works just fine. You don’t need to be sent up from your duties like a little lap-dog.”
Alvaro tried to argue, but Edward shooed him away and sat back down once the good doctor was out the door. He had lost his good mood and he scowled back at the glowing lights. Dr. Garcia might have his faults, but sending him along as an errand boy was demeaning. The man was still a competent scientist and part of the brilliance behind this success. He also did not approve of what this meant if Dr. Cameron thought he could be ordered around like some second-rate go-between. He would have to bring an ego into check.
“You’re becoming a big pain in the ass,” came a crackling voice. Rossman turned, expecting to see Dr. Cameron on the screen, but the image was distorted and the voice echoed badly.
“Nice to hear from you, too. What’s wrong with the comm system?”
“I’m not sure. System’s been on the fritz all morning. I wanted you down here to talk.”
Edward grit his teeth, ignoring the commanding tone coming the static. “You couldn’t contact me yourself? You had to send someone like a servant?”
“I did not wish to interrupt my research on the new virus, plus I figured you’d want to see the results for yourself.”
Edward snarled. “Spare me your lectures. Our time researching and preparing is just as valuable as yours.”
A chuckle came through the static. “But I thought you’d be more...personally invested with the results of Emilia’s tests.”
Edward did his best not to respond to the taunt. Dr. Cameron was trying to get under his skin. He wasn’t about to show weakness on this. “Just tell me what you found out.” He tried to keep the eagerness out of his voice.
“Results showed that a female subject can pass the virus as any normal T-virus carrier can by breaking the skin while biting or if her skin is broken and blood gets in any open sore, wound or orifice. She also can pass it with intercourse with a male in her vaginal cavity. However, intercourse in the anal cavity or orally does not transmit it, unless the member is damaged during the sexual act.” Dr. Cameron sounded like the cat that caught the canary. “Further study will be needed to determine exactly why one form does and the other doesn’t.”
Edward didn’t bite. One method was unsafe, but he could still enjoy Emilia’s body by using simple precautions. That bitch had been taunting him with her body, but he was determined to collect on all her innuendos and teases. He didn’t care that she wouldn’t be able to respond the way he wanted her to. After watching all the sexual tension on the surface, he was going to get some release for himself. “Those tests can wait. There hasn’t been any indication our actions have been noticed since we took out their spy and response time after not checking in is another 24 hours away at the least before they send in a team, and that will give us at least another day.”
Dr. Cameron gave a knowing laugh. “I’ll make sure she’s prepared for you. Need anything specific?”
Edward smiled, glad the doctor understood. “A gag and some bindings for her hands should be sufficient.”The video comm fizzled and went dead as the line was disconnected, but Edward could have sworn Dr. Cameron was cackling.
He set up the cameras to record, figuring he could catch up on anything he might miss later. Not that he expected anything new. Golger Point was no longer intriguing to him. It didn’t even seem worth it to let any of the modified creatures onto the surface. Everything up there had wrapped up nicely and the few he had released into Central, though not virus suppliers like the human males, had still captured their victims to where it was unlikely they’d ever escape. RGD-6 he’d set up on the third floor had three women all to itself, implanting eggs in them which were maturing at a rapid rate, and no infected men dared go near it, hiding in other parts of the floor. The MA-190's, modified Hunter classes, had torn through the fourth floor without much resistance leaving a bloody trail of infected before snatching up all the women hosts they could find. And the new GR-20's had the second floor all wrapped up. He had been thoroughly pleased with that last group, his own pet project.
After all of his preparations, he made his way down to the room to find Emilia bound and gagged, her ass still inviting him in despite as much sex as she’d endured already. She looked up at him, no trace of intelligence in her pleading blue eyes. She bounced and moaned into the gag, her breasts jiggling as she did, and she was so enticing, such a wonderful piece of work from her voluptuous breasts that ended in such perfect aureolas to her curvaceous form that beckoned any sane man to her cleanly shaven pussy. It’s such a shame you weren’t a bit smarter… It was a small piece of regret, but Emilia had been an amazing beauty, ambitious, smart. Had she been part of their research project, and not a shameless flirt, she wouldn’t have been in this situation. She’d have been helping them on it.
It’s only a small disappointment. After all, he could still take pleasure from her situation. “Dr. Cameron was so kind to truss you up like this,” he said, running his hand along her bare back. He checked the bindings, making sure they were tight. Something about Dr. Cameron’s actions made him not trust the information he had been receiving. The good doctor had an agenda and, until he found out what it was, he wasn’t taking chances. He pulled out the condom he’d grabbed, wanting to make sure he was safe despite what Dr. Cameron had told him.
He took off his labcoat, folding it neatly before stripping everything else off and dumping it on the floor. His cock was already hard from seeing her like this. He leaned over, sniffing in her hair, and getting a thrill from the scent of her mixed with the sex she’d already had. He kissed her neck, holding back on the desire to nip at it. He didn’t want to risk breaking the skin, but it was very tempting and his lust and his reason were arguing. He stuck with running his hand along her back, then to her ass which he squeezed. She was moaning whorishly at such simple touches that thrills were going through Edward at how turned on she was by only being in contact with her. He wondered if he could modify the virus further to subdue a woman for his pleasures without worry of infection. Once Wesker pays us and brings us in, I’ll have plenty of subjects to test on.
For now, he turned to thoughts of the present as he shoved Emilia forward, raising her ass up to where he could rub his stiff member between the cheeks. Foreplay was a waste of time in his opinion, especially when he did not care whether his partner was content after or not. He saw her ample breasts sway as she was leaned forward and he reached around, pinching and massaging the mounds of flesh like putty. It had been some time since he’d last been with a woman, his mind having been always on his discoveries. And now, he could merge the two wants.
He left her breasts, ignoring her disappointed whimper, and he put the condom on. He didn’t like the feel, knowing it would dull the feel of the pleasure some, but he did it anyway. He spread her ass cheeks, widening her a bit, and pushed his cock in, surprised a little that her resistance was still there despite how much sex she’d had. He had to admit it was nice, squeezing his cock from the moment he penetrated her, his average size filling the cavity nicely. “Oh god, woman...” he said, holding his position and letting the feeling of her squirming pleasure him to no end.
He finally began thrusting, having to keep his hands on her ass to keep her from shoving back wildly. He wanted this at his own pace, to enjoy the moment for as long as he could. He moved slow, his thrusts long and careful. He could hear the squish of the sex just above her gagged cries. “Yes, keep it slow...” he said, gripping her ass tight. She understood, slowing to his pace, and he raised an eyebrow, not expecting her to have enough of a mind left to understand. He’d think about it later.
His pace did not last long, his impatience from having been chaste for this time taking over and he began to ride her faster and harder. She replied in kind, and he leaned over her like an animal in heat, panting and grunting as he slammed her ass over and over. Her moans egged him on, and her tight hole gripped his cock and he was soon crying out in pleasure. He had to fight himself from scratching and clawing at her, still concerned about catching the virus despite his urges. His attention went to her breasts as he gripped them hard, squeezing them until he couldn’t bring his fingers any closer. His stamina was not much, and he came quickly, his body shuddering.
Sweat ran down his face, his body not used to such exertion. He pulled back, cursing at it being over so soon. No matter, he told himself, I’ll want to bring her with...as a living subject. He couldn’t even admit that he just wanted her as a sex toy.
He peeled the condom back, grimacing at the stickiness he felt from his own cum. He found a wastebasket and tossed it in, leaving the poor woman bound and crying out for her own release through the gag as he redressed. He kept the labcoat folded, not wanting to stain it with his sweat. A quick shower, and then back to work. He gave Emilia a glance over his shoulder, seeing her staring at him with those lustful eyes. It disgusted him, reminding him that he had not been able to last.
He stormed away to his room, stopping his charge only to neatly drop the folded coat on the bed before jerking off his shirt and flinging it across the room. The pants and underwear were shoved down, chucked into the laundry bin, and he slammed the door to the bathroom shut as he turned on the water. It’d been one of the first things the three of them had installed down in Central’s core, since they spent more of their time locked away down here than with the other scientists.
The steam filled his lungs, and the warmth of the water threatened to toss away his foul mood. A man of science should not be riled over such trivial things. But he could not will away his anger so easily and he scrubbed himself down, vigorous and methodical, as though he could wash away his shame. He finally shut off the water and threw open the shower door, snatching the towel off the rack and wiped down his face. He cleared the condensation off the mirror, staring at his face. Without his glasses, his face looked shallow and his eyes sunken. His hair, no longer neatly combed, was strewn all over. He looked like a mess, and he slammed his fist into the mirror, shattering it.
He breathed in deep, looking down at the blood running from his hand. His anger fled, and he began to laugh as he saw the red mixing with the water. It was almost hysterical as he sat down on the tile floor, his body shuddering with giggles. So what if I’m not the best? I still beat all those that were. They’re all mindless drones now. I outsmarted them and I’m the only one who will still be human.
He clung to that triumph. He was the smartest. He was better than those poor slobs on the surface. He was better than those myopic mold growers on the floors above. He was better than White Umbrella with their spies and their narrow focus. He was one of the best, and he was going to prove it. Then women would be groveling at his feet or they would face the future of a mindless slut.
He took his time getting his wounds bandaged, and he dressed and put a glove to hide the wound. Better than having to explain my foolish impulses to the others. He pulled the labcoat back on, the security it brought enhancing his growing beliefs. He was in control, and no delusions of inadequacies were going to stop him from being great. He strode with purpose back to the monitors. He was ready to face his destiny again. He’d be greater than Birkin or Griffith or any of those other has-beens that White Umbrella drooled over. And he’d show that idiot Sidney in the front office that he and his cronies were shortsighted with all they could do. He’d show them all that his genius was not to be denied.
As he sat down, movement caught his eye. He wanted to just ignore it while he got settled, but something about the way the figure moved drew him to the screen. He peered at the man, unbelieving, as he swept left and right, his gun ready for trouble. It can’t be… You’re dead. You’re dead and buried and unable to hurt me. As much as he tried to deny the reality, Marcus did not vanish from his screen. The spy was very much alive, armed, and in Golger Point.
It’s okay. Relax. So he’s in Golger. So what? The entrances at the surface are locked down and only a few outside the three of us know about the keys and their location. So what if this traitor had survived? Coming back had only signed him a slower and more painful death. Nothing more. There were even three of the affected down the next corridor. It was going to be glorious.
Edward leaned forward, staring with such intensity that he almost expected Marcus to drop dead on the spot. His other research was meaningless compared to watching for the moment when some mindless creature took him down. He’d learned of the spy in their midst and he’d signed the man’s death warrant, amazed Umbrella had even caught on to their deception. He even guessed who had learned the truth. Neither Jackson or Sidney had the foresight. Only Trent could be that well informed and connected. He knew, deep down, that he should tell the others of this new inconvenience. The time they thought they had was less. Marcus could have found a way to bring White Umbrella down on them before coming back. But he didn’t dare take the time to warn the others for fear that he might miss this buffoon meet his fate.
Marcus paused near the corridor and Edward tried to urge him on mentally. He wanted to see him caught and killed or become one of them. It didn’t matter which. He wasn’t a scientist. He was a grunt, a weapon and nothing else, like the creatures locked in the cages above. He was inferior, and his experiment would soon continue without a hitch.
Marcus spun, firing with precision, and all three of the affected dropped. Edward began to see red, his anger returning. It was replaced by curiosity as Marcus turned back, saying something, but since they had not equipped the hidden cameras with sound, he had no idea what. Who is he talking to? A survivor? His eyes widened as he saw a teen girl slipping around the corner. She looked familiar and Edward didn’t take long to place who it was. It was one of Dr. Cameron’s daughters.
Edward’s scream of rage did not do his fury justice. All my work and plans and it might all go out the window because that spy just happens to run into that whelp of a girl? He seethed and puffed, having to let his heart slow down. He realized he’d been gripping the arms of the chair so tight that he’d gone white-knuckled and he had to pry his fingers off with care.
He reached for the phone, then hesitated. “What am I doing?” he said to no one in particular. He laughed and leaned back. He doubted Dr. Cameron would be foolish enough to talk about the keys at home. The doors on the surface were sealed. And Marcus was a thug, not someone brilliant like him. Even if he knew where the last zodiac keys were, he’d never crack the puzzles to get to them.
Actually, this was a good enough reason to release some of his pets on the surface. He could use better footage of them in action and Marcus looked like he was good with his weapon. Whoever Wesker worked for would want some idea of what these could do. They wouldn’t transfer the virus to Marcus or his young teen friend, but it would make for a fun show nonetheless. Anything to see that bastard taken down.
Edward turned to the keyboard, looking at the list of what they had down here to use. He didn’t want those damned T-virus monsters spreading that dirty strain amongst his perfect playground. He smiled when he found the modified Cerberus types. The MA-45's were a special breed and pack hunters besides. Let’s see you weasel out of this, Marcus, he thought as he pressed a sequence on the computers to raise the cages to a special kennel on the surface. He then leaned back to watch the show.