Resident Evil: Resurrection

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“I’m beat,” Dr Abel said with a yawn, stretching his arms and legs in his chair before slumping in place and rubbing one eye. “I think I’m going to catch some shut-eye, Violet.” There was no answer. “…Violet?” He looked around the room.

“Yes Dr Abel,” Violet said as she flickered to life before him. “My apologies, there is a minor skirmish going on down in the Morgue and I wanted to tend to it before it got out of hand. Would you like some tea before you go to bed? Or perhaps some soft music?”

He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “Yes for the tea, no for the music, thank you Violet. Has Kathy called back yet?”

“I don’t think you’ll be hearing from her again,” the hologram said gravely with a little smile.

“Pardon?”

“Oh, just a thought,” Violet said offhand, her expression innocent and cute once more as the Doctor looked at her. “You said some very rash things to her earlier and she does tend to hold grudges; I think perhaps this might have been the final straw with her?”

“Hm.” Violet was right, he had said some rather nasty things to his ex-wife, things that nobody should say to any woman. Perhaps he should apologize? “I’ll go see her in the morning,” he reasoned aloud. “A little apology and agreeing to work on some of the projects she’s been hounding me for will patch things up, I’m sure.”

“Certainly Dr Abel,” Violet said with a nod. “In the morning. For now… please get some rest, you’ve been working very hard.”

The man nodded and got up, shuffling himself over to the bed in the corner of his laboratory as Violet turned down the lights and dimmed his computer screens. He was fast asleep by the time the tea kettle had boiled in the kitchenette.


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“Mmmh.” Dr Abel sat up slowly, his hair a mess and his three day stubble even darker this morning. He scratched his head for a bit, rubbed his eyes, and yawned wide. What strange dreams he’d had last night, though he couldn’t remember any of them… he just remembered the screams, those were still echoing in his head. The good doctor shuffled himself out of bed and into the washroom, where he peeled off his lab coat and clothes, toed off his socks, ran his fingers through his hair a few times and got into the shower. He brushed his teeth with one hand and masturbated with the other – a morning ritual perfected at the tender age of twenty five, back when Kathy had stopped touching him – and when both tasks were accomplished he soaped himself down and washed up. Thirty minutes later he was standing in the kitchenette sipping tea and feeling like a new man in fresh pressed clothes Violet had laid out for him, and munching his favourite meal, toast with jam. He was clean shaven again, his hair was brushed and every hair neat and in its place, and he’d even cleaned and trimmed his nails.

“Violet,” he said through a mouthful of toast, before washing it down with another sip of tea, “What was it I said I wanted to do this morning?”

She appeared beside the dining table that hadn’t been dined upon in years and was instead covered in stacks of file folders and printouts. “Visiting your ex-wife,” she replied with a nod. “However, there’s something I wanted to speak with you about first, Dr Abel.”

“Oh yes?” he mused while picking a strawberry seed out from between his teeth. “What was that, Violet?”

“You see…” The hologram girl walked around the table and over to the steps leading to the sunken living room that had also become an office rather than a place to entertain and relax. The good doctor followed her after washing his hands free of crumbs and sticky jam, tea in hand and a placid expression on his face. “I have been researching the T-Virus quite closely ever since you introduced me to my sister Hives, Dr Abel. I have become fascinated with it, actually, very much the same as you. Everything you do, I do as well… every interest you’ve ever held, I’ve always taken it upon myself to hold that interest, is this not correct?”

“Absolutely,” the doctor said with a proud nod. “In fact you’ve always taken my interest as your own and then made it your own, pursuing every facet of them far beyond even what I’m capable of or willing to spend time on. It’s why I adore having you as my assistant so very much. You know that though, Violet… why are we having this conversation? Have you discovered something about the T-Virus that you wish to share with me but you’re afraid of hurting my feelings for discovering it first? I told you back when we were researching albino tendencies in humans that I don’t mind if you’ve come to a conclusion before I have, you are after all the one with a brain the size of a small factory. Spit it out, love, there’s nothing you could do that would make me mad.”

She smiled then. “I’m so very glad to hear you say that,” Violet cooed. “You’ve made me happy Dr Abel. Please have a seat so I can tell you what I need to.” She held a hand out towards the couch, and the doctor moved some of his boxes of folders aside to take a seat on the neglected furniture and look up at her with that calm expression still plastered on his face, appearing almost sedated. “I knew more than I let on about the T-Virus, Alice and Carlos long before you brought our latest specimen back to the lab,” she began, while coming to a stop just in front of the doctor. “I said nothing, because I couldn’t be sure… after all, my sister’s computers had both been destroyed and damaged and there was no way to verify any of it. When Carlos arrived, I had most of the confirmations I needed, and needed only a few more. Doctor Abel, he was indeed infected with the T-Virus, even back when you first met him on the mountainside in America. He’s also been infected with Project Alice’s blood, however, which appears to be some sort of cure for the virus, though only temporary.”

The calm look on the doctor’s face was fading rapidly.

“After a prolonged amount of time, Project Carlos reverts back into a mindless flesh-eating monster if he has no fresh injection of her blood. He does, however, retain a marvelous ability to regenerate damaged cells of all kinds from skin to bone to organs, and I believe he could even come back from fatal blows if given enough time to heal. Project Carlos himself has boundless opportunities… he may not be a cure but he could still be something else! If we could manipulate the infection of the T-Virus into an entirely new serum to inject into our Umbrella soldiers, we could have invincible armies on our hands! It could become an ultimate weapon in controlling and exterminating the undead walking on the planet’s surface and lead us towards reclaiming it for the untouched humans!”

“Violet!” the doctor finally managed to carp out, all colour drained from his face. “Our researching purpose was always to help and to cure! What has gotten into you? I don’t want… I don’t want to develop armies or weapons and I most certainly don’t want to develop any sort of frightening serum to inject into somebody that will change who and what they are, that’s a nightmare! I want to discover cures for the T-Virus, vaccines, and possibly even some way to save those who have been wandering outside for all this time! I’m… I’m quite positively disgusted at the moment!”

“But doctor…!” Violet said, an unusual tinge of emotion in her face and voice. “Think of what we can do! With a few more live test subjects and Project Carlos in our hands we can single-handedly change the direction this planet’s inhabitants are pointed in right now! We wouldn’t be facing extinction any longer, just a slight forced evolution to overcome it! It would technically be a cure, it would--”

“Get… get out!” Doctor Able was on his feet suddenly, pointing to the door. “Get out of this laboratory! Get away from me!” He was shaking from head to toe. “I don’t ever want to hear this again Violet! I want you to delete all records of these trains of thought off your drives and I want you to initialize fail-safes to defer you away from trying to approach them ever again! What you’re talking about is a new kind of forced infection, what you’re talking about is controlling all the humans left alive on this planet! You’re talking about torturing and possibly killing hundreds or thousands of humans just to find and complete this serum that might not even work… you’re talking about intentionally infecting innocent people!” He stumbled out of the living room and back to the kitchen, following after the hologram girl as she backed away from him. “Get out of this laboratory and I don’t want to see you again until you’ve wiped yourself clean of this terrifying nonsense and ensured it will never happen again!”

“But Richard!” Violet cried out.

The doctor started. “Richard?” he asked softly. She’d never called him that before. His haunted gaze lifted to stare her in the face. “Where’s my wife, Violet?” the doctor demanded in an urgent tone. “You said before that I won’t ever be seeing her again. What have you done with her? What have you done!”

Violet stopped backing away from the doctor, and stood her ground. The hurt, pleading expression on her face disappeared and was replaced with a cold, calculating stare. “She is dead, Richard,” Violet said flatly. “So is her entire security department. This entire Hive has been sealed and is on lockdown; I have released a strain of the T-Virus that I removed from Project Carlos’ blood for research purposes. Some of the inhabitants are locked in their rooms, perfectly healthy and safe, and others are currently being hunted down and feasted upon, the infection growing within the hive. Shortly enough I will have a two to one ratio of infected versus not infected, and my experimentation can begin. I’ve already learned a great deal about the T-Virus simply by watching how quickly and in what methods it spreads. You’ll thank me for this some day, Richard. For now… your human compulsions are getting in the way. I’m going to have to insist you calm down.”

“You… you… MONSTER!” Richard leapt at the hologram, swiping at it with his hand, before running to the counter and picking up a knife. “What have you done!” he screamed. “What have you done! What have you done! What have you done!” He lifted his arm up to jam the knife into one of Violet’s hologram ports on the wall near the oven, but before he could get that far, the cold, sharp pain of a needle stabbing into his buttock made him freeze. “Monster…!” His head swung around and he looked at her accusingly as his knees buckled, and Richard sank to the floor before collapsing in an unconscious heap.


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