Resident Evil : Darwinism

Chapter 5
Tear Jerker

After creamating the rest of her remains that were discovered late in the night by a man walking his dog. A burned body found inside a large tupperwear tub, curled up inside and tossed out on the sidewalk to be collected as garbage. It made him so angry, it was like remembering himself before his connection with her. It was like finding the angry 18-year old Wesker again. He didn't want to believe it, but there was nothing else to believe; blood tests proved her ID since there was no skin to go off of, and her dental records were a match.
Standing at the cemetary, a fairly small cemetary, lots of mosselleums and statchues, surrounded by her friends and family of New York, since he knew its where she'd want to be returned to, he just never would've thought he'd outlive her, especially not like this.

There was her father Jacy, a dark skinned man in his late-fifties or early-sixties, Wesker wasn't sure anymore but the man hadn't aged a day since the last time he saw him. The same black hair pulled back in a pony tail, the same grey at the tempals and a few silver strands running throughout his hair. A mix of Native American and Mexican so his skin was a shade darker than moca, and his eyes as brown as dark chocolate. With him was his half-Mexican and half-American wife Estephani, whom Wesker never cared for but was polite for the sake of Jaydn.
Next amongst her family is her grandfather Vasco, Jacy's father. An old man in his very late 70's pushing 80. His black hair almost gone and faded as its replaced by grey, silver and white. His skin a dark tan and his eyes brown. Darryll, her older brother, standing tall next to his younger brother Miguel, or 'chico' as everyone called him. Both with dark hair and brown eyes, and the same dark skin due to their heritage.

Then there was Enrique and Sofia, two of Jaydn's bestest and oldest friends; both of hispanic heritage. Tanned skin, brown wavy hair, and brown eyes. Enrique's hair down and covered his face when his head was tilted down, while Sofia's hair was pinned back enough to keep it out of her face on the breezy day. With the couple is their two children, one being about a year older than his twins, Ricardo or 'Ricky' or 'Rico' for short. Then a few years younger is his sister Penelope who is often called 'Pene' by friends and family. Both with dark hair and brown eyes, lightly tanned skin nearing moca shades.
Along with the Morales' is the Alvarezs' and someone he had never met, or couldnt recall meeting. Nina Alvarez with her boyfriend Ramon, also of hispanic heritage, moca skinned, ebony haired and brown eyed. Two children, one being about five or six, while the other was still in potty-training pants. The older child not being biologicaly fathered by Ramon, but Savannah was like a daughter to him just as Hector is his son. Grandma Alvarez, Wesker didn't know any other woman as tough as nails as the old Cuban woman, but she was a sweet old bird.

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Wesker was sitting by himself, his kids on either side of him poking at their food while he hadn't eatten. Amy-lee, the only time Wesker had ever seen the girl wear black, comes and takes a seat next to Morgen.

"You're not eatting."

"I don't feel like it." Morgen answers.

"Why is Uncle Chico staring at you dad?" Haydn asks. "He's been doing that since the service."

"I don't know Haydn, I don't care either."

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(Recap Note : When the last chapter ended it was with Birkin and Marcus doing tests relating to Jaydn's mother Madison, and Marcus slipped.)

(Recap start)
Marcus standing beside Birkin watching Madison in her room. She was showing some, well, alot of agression with the virus they gave her. It was the proto-type of the super soldier they were working on creating. While she showed strength, speed, agility, resilience to harm, she was just simply too agressive and violent. Because of that she wasn't easy to control, and had to be restrained constantly.

"It's two steps foreward and only one step back. We're making progress." Birkin smiles, "But I have the most amazing news!" he tells Marcus and turns to his computer bringing up something. "I tested the T-virus with her blood samples before and after we gave her the prototype of J-101, and look at this!" He points. "She's got a natural immunity to it! Can you believe it? It has to do with her heterochromia, it has to be. Other than that she's got regular type O, and the other type O subjects didn't show any immunity or resilence to the T-virus."

Marcus grins, "Amazing! Jaydn must be immune to it too."

Birkin's smiles fades, "Jaydn?"

(End Recap)
(Resume story)

Birkin standing and staring at the older scientist.

"As in Jaydn the fiance he thinks he's burying?" His voice rising some, "Are you insaine?! What the hell were you thinking?! How-what?"

His brain was over-loading, everything was getting piled on with no explainations. Jaydn had been a friend of his since college, she was one of the few girls who talked to him dispite his geek rank, but she was also considered a geek herself. She was nice, and sweet, she was a little on the secretive side. She was a loner by nature, but Birkin had liked her at some point, maybe even loved her but he never expressed it since she had Albert, and heaven knows what Wesker would've done to him.
She was smart, kind and curtious, and was known to be spunky at times, but now what of her? An experiment for the very company her fiance run and her place of employment. Then it began sinking in, the wheels turning in his head. It was all so clear now. She hadn't woken from her coma and run off. She was kisnapped while still un her coma, and by none other than Dr. James Marcus.
When her body was found in the tupperwear tub, it wasn't really her, but a clone. And who else had the ability and clearance to create clones without Wesker catching on? Marcus, Marcus, Marcus- it had been Marcus from the start of the whole Jaydn mess. But why Jaydn? She was only pleasent towards the older man, she tolderated him though she didn't like him, and did it out of everyone elses sake of sanity spareing them the battle of wits. She was a great asset for the company, so was her mother, and she was the apple of Weskers eye; his other livelyhood other than the company.

"Yes, Jaydn, and you Birkin are going to keep your trap shut or I'll kill you." Marcus says darkly, "That pretty wife will go with you and so will that brat you call a child." A growl, "Wesker wouldn't understand, noone in the company would understand."

Birkin was silent a moment thinking carefully, before speaking : "Then you explain it to me."

Marcus kindly smiles, "I will. You see Birkin, Jaydn was like a golden girl. Wesker held her on a pedastol, she was his world, and so ofcourse he'd believe her over any evidence that, or lack there of, that she would betray him, but it wasn't just him she was betraying. It was the company, him, you, me, she was going to make Umbrella fall down like the London Bridge. We would've been done for, and after the courts and media got done with Umbrella not a single person would ever find work again."

Birkin stares at him, "And what evidence do you have that she really was Pandora?"

Marcus sighs, "I did a little background check on her, going way-way back in the day and I found she was charged with hacking. Apparently she was like some child prodigy when it came to computers and technology, and she was poking around in random stuff. She got the ruling 'kids will be kids' and that she was just testing her intelligence; and the case against her was dropped and forgotton about, but ofcourse the government still had her on a list."

"But that has nothing to do with Pandora."

Marcus rolls his eyes, "Come on boy, don't tell me she has her claws into you too. Everything points to her, why am I the only one to see it?!" Giving the clipboard a slap on the desk. "Now, do we have an understanding about what happens if you blab your mouth to Wesker?" He questions and Birkin just gives a little nod since he knew that if he was crazy enough to go against a man like Wesker there was no telling whatelse he'd be capable of. "Good. In that case then you can help me with the tests. She's been compliant since her 'funeral', but shes smart don't let her fool you. I still have armed personell with me at all times when in her room." He tells him stopping at the glass and pulling the curtain open to reveal Jaydn in her room sitting at the little round table with a deck of cards playing a game of solitare. "Jaydn? Jaydn dear, look who it is." A somewhat cheerful voice.

Birkin knew that look. He had learned it back in college and it was the look of doom. Her hair had grown longer over the time she had been there, still neatly brushed. She was dressed in scrub pants and a ugly paper shirt that ties in the back, and hosptle slippers. But he knew by the way her head was tilted in their direction, and the way her hair fell over her face like she didn't care (sinec she didn't care about her apperance anymore), but Birkin knew the look because it was back in her 'loner emo goth-girl' days. And in those days those who received the eye were doomed, they just didn't know it yet.

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Another two weeks gone....

"Dad?" Morgen's voice, "Daddy?" A little knock before opening the door of her fathers bedroom to find he was still in bed surrounded by the covers, and her mothers side was messy since he had been rolling around in bed all night.

"Yes Morgen darling?"

"It's almost twelve o'clock. I thought you'd want to know." Morgen tells him moving in the room and climbs up on the foot of the bed. "You miss mom?"

Her question was met by silence from Wesker, and rustling of the sheet while he moved to sit up in the bed. His hair unbrushed and he had a five-o'clock shadow since he had been home for nearly two days since his last day at the office.

"She wouldn't be happy to see you like this you know." Morgen tells him, "We miss her too, its not fair, but there are just-" She takes a deep breath in and climbs over the blankets to him. "Amy says there are just too many bad people."

Amy's probably right.

~~~

Birkin was watching Jaydn's unconsious form as they were taking blood samples. Once again she wasn't cooperating and so they put her under to do their work. Birkin himself couldn't believe the progress and promise shown in Jaydn. She had shown some odd immunity to the T-Virus. Her blood type changed into a whole new make-up, one in which made antibodies for the T-virus, and they were currently working on another form of anti-virus they could possibly get from her blood.
In addition to the odd immunity, Jaydn had a whole new make-up from the virus Marcus gave her. The proto-type of their 'super soldier' strand designed for strength, speed, and resilience to harm and other infections. Her DNA had broken down and was rebuilt while she was in her coma, but luckiliy for her and everyone else Marcus was able to stop any mutation which kept her easy on the eyes.
Now laying on the bed with one arm draped over the side Birkin noticed, it wasn't the first time but maybe the second or third time he noticed the engangement band from Wesker is still on her left ring finger. The simple silver band, but he knew, because she had showed him, that inside was writing. 'With all my love'.

"How is your hand?" Birkin asks the guard since she had grabbed and gave a good twist.

"I think she broke my wrist." Holding his wrist in his other hand cradling it. "I'll be in the infirmary."

Birkin had to smirk. Dispite his 'subject' being Jaydn, once his friend and colleague, he was enjoying the progress being made knowing it could lead to a major break through. Birkin wasn't as inhumane as Marcus or Wesker (who was always humane when it came to Jaydn because she managed to bring him back to the human race), Birkin had felt sorry for her since he personally didn't like using persons as test subjects, excluding those bums, homeless, or scum of the city they often kidnapped to experiment on, but this was different. This was someone he knew and it changed all the rules.

"Birkin come look at this." Marcus says calling him over to the screen. "This was her DNA before the proto-type." He shows a strand, "This is hers after the proto-type." Showing another strand. "Then this is hers now with the proto-type and after the T-virus." He says showing another screen, "Compare the difference." He says pressing another button bringing all three up on the screen.

Birkin stood amazed. "Thats...alot of genes." A pause. "Do you think she's still compatable with regular humans? I mean, the proto-type is a cross between viruses' so she'd also be compatable with them right?"

Marcus grins, "I'm hoping, we'll have to test it sometime. Artificial insemenation ofcourse, she'd probably kill the other test subject." A chuckle. "Wonderful isn't it? We've come so far in just six months. This could be the big break through we've been waiting on."

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Back in New York, Wesker was once again trying Madison, since she was not at her own daughters funeral nor has he been able to reach her for the past few weeks. It wasn't like Madison, or so he didn't think it was like Madison to never return a call, let alone miss something like this, but he dosn't know her as well as Jaydn does. Giving a sigh as the answering machine picks up replaying the same : 'Hey this is Madison, I'm not here at the moment leave a name and number and I'll get back to you as soon as I can"- then the beep.

"Miss Keller, this is Albert again. Is everything alright? I noticed you wern't here at...and I just want to make sure everythings alright, just call me alright." And flips his phone shut holding it against his mouth thinking when he heard the familiar music, the Rammstein his Jaydn loved so much and it was coming from down the hall; her room to be exact. Standing in the doorway watching his kids moving about her room looking through her things, and he noticed how it didn't change in the least bit since the last time he had been there. "It's not nice to snoop." Catching his kids' attention causing them to jump a little not expecting it since everyone had gone home and it was only family in the big old house.

"We're looking, its not snooping." Haydn says, "Snooping is what people do when they're trying not to get caught."

Morgen looks up from the composition book and pauses spinning in the old, raggidy, piece of crap computer chair. "We're you mom's first boyfriend?"

Albert tilts his head thinking since he knew he wasn't, and then realized that Morgen must've been reading an old journal. "I don't think you should be reading that." He tells her gently taking the book from her, keeping his finger on the page she was on. "You two should be in bed by now, its past nine o'clock."

"We were gonna sleep in here." Haydn tells him jumping down off the bed. "Did you know mom actually met Rammstein?"

"She did?"

Haydn nods, "Morgen read it in her journal."

Albert looks from Haydn to Morgen, "Just how many did you read?"

"Just that one." Morgen answers. "And did you know she had a crush on some guy named Birkin before she met you?"

His brow rising slightly, "I think you two should go to bed." Setting the book on the chair desciding to read it later, and got his kids into bed. "You sure you want to sleep in here?"

"We're sure." Came their responce in unison.

Clicking the light off and taking the book with him when Haydn spoke up that if they couldn't read it why could he.

"Because there are some things that might be inappropiate for you. G'night."

"Dad, door." Morgen says causing Wesker to stop from closing it all the way.

"You got that from your mother." Wesker murmurs leaving the door open to let the hallway light in.

Moving back to his room, and ploping into the bed that felt even more lonely than the bed at home back in Raccoon City. There he was in her house, he had been in her room, and she wasn't there. Her scent was all over the room, everything in there was hers so it wasn't like it'd be gone though she hadn't been there in nearly ten years. Opening the book to find it was when she was leaving home to collage, she was 15 or 16 then since it was when he met her. Reading along her voice began playing in his head, the same sarcastic voice she used when picking on the 'average' people since she was considered to be a genius when really she was right up there but not all there yet; but she still poked at those she considered to be below her.
The next page being about her first day and how everyone else just alienated her, staring and talking about her just cause she was younger than them. Then he smirked when she spoke about Birkin, who in her words was 'the only one to look past my age'. That he was an overall good looking guy who was sweet and wasn't walking around with his head up his ass like the rest of the guys on campus.
Flipping a few pages and scanning though them for his name, or any of the names she called him by, Weskers, Wes, Blondie Bear, any of the above and finally found 'blondie' in one of the entries.

(Jaydn's voice playing in his head)

"This asshole in the library, I swear he's pure blond. Ooh, he made me so mad! I'm short, I know I'm short, but you don't have to be a prick and remind me. I was trying to get a book on a higher shelf, and some bitch, cheerleader bitch might I add, was 'using' the ladder when she could've just politely moved to a chair and sit in a chair like everyone else does, but ofcourse it would be such a hard thing to do for the genius freshman. So here I'am reaching up for this fucking book, everyone is staring at me, I'm standing on my tiptoes, people are passing bye and noone of them offer to get it for me and just snicker instead. So I'm reaching and reaching and suddenly the book slides off the shelf and hits me, and I'm standing there thinking 'what a bitch!' and hear snickering from the other side when all I could see was black clothes and blond hair, swipped back, and sunglasses-sunglasses inside? Come on now, you're human not a fucking vampire. Anyway, he says next time to use a stool, and I tells him I would've if the whore would've moved her ass, and he found it funny. I wanted to throw a book at him, but I didn't. Instead I pushed one through the rack and it hit his feet, it was one of those short and thick books so I knew it hurt. I got my little giggle before he made a comment about my height. I can't remember it now, I got so aggitated, and now I can't remember, but I knew it was something about being a midget. Well I'm sorry you're a giant, the women in my family are short and I can't help that. I wasn't standing next to him but I knew he was tall since all I saw was chest when I looked through the bookshelf. I'm only fiveteen, I'm not done growing yet." Into the next paragraph. "I saw that jerk-off blond again, only this time it was in lunch. I was having a fight with one of the vending machines that ate my money. So there I was in the middle of the damn lunch room looking like a moron cause I didn't know that E7 stuck. I may be small but I'm strong, and I kicked the machine making the plexiglass rattle, and then I hit it again but it got even more stuck than it was before. He called me a 'vicious short person'. I was waiting for another smart assed comment when he got up and hit the side, I ended up getting two for the price of one and he snitched it! And again, what a bitch! Why is it some of the hottest guys here are assholes?! Why? It's like a curse, you can't have beauty and brains, this sucks! I've never been one for blonds, I like my guys tall, dark and hansom. He's tall, he's got a dark personality but completely humourless; and he's gorgous! I ended up doing some background checking on him, I hacked-"

Wesker stops, Hacked? His brows knitting. Hacked?!

(Voice resumes playing as he reads)

"Into the schools computer system and did a search of freshman, locals first and then those from out of state. Sure enough he was a local boy, Albert Wesker. Albert? I had to laugh. Albert. What kind of name is Albert? It's like two names combined into one, Al and Bert. I just think its a silly name, hehe, prince Albert. Not to forget its also the nicname for the male extremity, so it suits him in that area; he either needs to wear looser pants or remove the sock." Wesker smirks, "He's a few years older than me, three or four, and he's on academic scolarship. I got mine for playing violin and soccer, and which I completely own both, ha! Take that stuck-up rich kids!"

Another smirk, but he closes the book; he couldn't read anymore.

Hacked? Hacked!

That was still going through his mind. It was...scary. He began doubting just how well he thought he knew her since she always appeared to be stupid when it came to technology like computers. She knew the basics, and some of the graphic design stuff, but hacking? Hacking was a big thing, and it was big back when they were going to college cause it was when computers were on the rise.
It made Wesker question if he knew Jaydn as well as he thought he did.
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