Wesker smiled as he zipped his suit back up. “Very good, yes, it was a Tyrant. Ironically one I had helped create. But it murdering me was necessary. The severe trauma was the only thing that could activate the virus in my system. Once it healed me I awoke renewed, better than I had ever been in my previous life. This is what you can look forward to Shane. The last pain you will ever need to feel will come from your rebirth.”
“Rebirth…” Shane repeated resting his head in a hand before shaking his head, pain for a new life, that’s what he has been going through for nine years, nine years to get out to start a new life but now he wasn’t sure. Once again the headache returned, and he soon began to cough. Blood started to hit his pants and Wesker saw it clearly. “Shit.,” Shane grumbled wiping it off and looked at it in his hand, just staring at it.
Wesker was puzzled and concerned. “What’s wrong?” Wesker soon shouted down the hall, “Doctor! Get in here!” He then turned back to Shane, studying him as the doctor and a nurse rushed in.
Shane just stared at the blood on his hand, as if he was mesmerized by seeing it. The door opened and the two entered, the nurse lifted Shane’s head as she checked his eyes as the doctor checked Shane over, Shane didn’t bother to fight which was really off for Wesker since he was known to fight back even against the doctors and nurses.
Wesker’s face became stern, “Was he injured by the orderlies?”
“He shows no signs of it.” The doctor said looking at Shane. “What’s wrong?”
“I…I don’t know…” Shane answered holding his head again. “My chest and head hurt…” He told as the nurse left the room quickly. “They did something…in that room…”
Wesker was clearly becoming irritated, “Room, what room? Were there tests done that I wasn’t informed of?”
Shane just looked at him bitterly. “Clearly.” He said pushing the doctor away hard before getting up coughing holding his chest. “Damn…” He said trying to stay standing. “I don’t know where it is, but one of them was some fucking Russian!” He snapped collapsing to the floor. “Make it stop!” He begged.
Wesker thought, “Sergei? No, it couldn’t have been him… Nikolai… could he have done something to the boy? He vanished after Raccoon City, could he have survived? Only one person would know. Luckily I have easy access to her.” He said soon looking at the doctor. “See to him, run more tests, find out what is wrong with him and don’t fail me!” Saying that he stormed off as Shane shouted out his name but Shane knew Wesker wasn’t coming back and cringed more in pain before his mind forced him to slip into the darkness…
1998 - Raccoon City - Five and Half Hours After First Infection
Shane coughed smelling smoke again and moved away from it trying to keep as low as possible between the mass car pile-up on the bus route, he couldn’t help but stare at a massive figure to his left, tall and muscular with a huge clawed hand. He had heard gunfire earlier but knew better than to stick around since it seemed to draw the monsters attention, he was fortunate to not have encountered any more zombies or monster, he was scared out of his mind and he still couldn’t find his mother. He frowned thinking she was dead or hurt, or even a zombie, that was the worst.
A sound made him duck down quickly pressing himself against a car waiting for it to stop before looking around hearing nothing, he smiled and got back up smelling something rancid now and he turned around raising a brow seeing a zombie coming up the road. He titled his head slightly and raised the shotgun, he smiled taking aim but stopped firing seeing it was Andrew.
“What…the hell…” He said watching him before backing up some. “Shoot him...shoot him.” He told himself. “He’s another zombie.” He said as Andrew drew closer. “Sorry.” He said pulling the trigger but nothing happened. “What!?” Shane snapped looking at the shotgun seeing it was jammed. “No!” He screamed soon throwing it at Andrew making him stumble allowing him a chance to run, a dumb mistake but Shane knew better than to stick around.
Walking through the halls Wesker was suddenly joined by Excella Gionne. Despite her expensive Italian high heels, she kept pace with his stride, “Albert darling, what’s the matter?”
Wesker didn’t even glance toward her as he spoke and kept walking, “There’s been a complication with the boy. I need to speak to my pet project to be certain of something before I can proceed with my plans.”
Excella narrowed her eyes at him, “Don’t you mean “our” plans darling?”
Wesker glanced at her, grabbed her hand and squeezed it gently, “Of course. Slip of the tongue, nothing more. Now please make sure everything on Irving’s end is being handled. I’ll meet with you later.” With that Wesker let go of her hand and entered an elevator.
Excella pouted slightly but she knew to question Albert’s plans just wasn’t done. She spoke to him as the elevator doors closed, “As you wish dear Albert. Till later!”
Wesker entered the special lab where Jill Valentine was being kept. She slept on a bunk, her chest jewel glowing slightly as it kept her sedated. Wesker smiled slightly at the sight of one of his most hated enemies naked, enslaved and at his mercy.
“Wake up Jill.” And with that Jill’s eyes snapped open and she sat up on the bunk facing him, her blonde hair falling down around her shoulders.
“Yes?” she spoke, her voice soft and robotic sounding like someone in a trance.
Wesker spoke in even measured tones, “You were in Raccoon City when the outbreak hit. You escaped with an Umbrella Biohazard Countermeasure Service member. Who was he?”
“Carlos Oliveira,” she said in a dreamy monotone.
“Was he the only UBCS member you met?” Wesker asked looking at her before fixing his sunglasses.
“No,” Jill replied shaking her head some.
“Who else did you meet?” Wesker asked staring at her.
“Russians… Mikhail… Nikolai…”
Wesker’s eyes flashed, “Nikolai. Tell me about Nikolai.”
Jill stared blankly, “Nikolai Ginovaef. He’s a traitor. Killed his own men… tried to kill me…”
Wesker became impatient, “What happened to him?”
Jill paused for a minute, “He stole the last rescue chopper. Tried to kill me one last time but left when I returned fire.”
Wesker became visibly irritated and clenched his fists. “Incompetent cow…you should have killed him! Punch yourself in the face, hard!” Jill clenched her fist and punched herself in the mouth, splitting her lip slightly. A small trickle of blood dripped down her chin. Wesker felt a little better. “Good girl. Now go back to sleep Jill.” Jill laid back down in the bunk; closed her eyes and the slave jewel in her chest resumed its soft glow as Wesker left heading back to check on Shane.
Shane woke up covering his eyes some from the bright light before looking to his right seeing an x-ray hanging there, he just stared at it before sitting up quickly seeing something was wrong with it, there was something else there in his chest. He got off the table and walked over to it putting his hand over where it was at, right where his heart was.
“You have a plaga inside you.” The doctor from before said walking over as Shane looked at him. “It seems that night you vanished from your cell was the night you were implanted, that explains why your chest was hurting badly that day and just a while ago.”
“Why would someone put it inside me?” He asked looking back at the x-ray. “The thing is big…” He said rubbing his chest. “And…it’s inside me..” He said shaking his head. “I don’t even feel it.”
“That’s because you don’t, plagas are not often felt once they fuse with their host.” The doctor said pointing at the x-ray. “It’s right next to or right on your heart for all we know.”
Shane coughed and soon sat on the table again looking at the x-ray while rubbing his chest through his shirt, he didn’t think that was what they were doing, he could remember them giving him the drugs and their voices but not remembering the implant made him hit the table.
“Can you get this thing out?” He asked as the doctor shook his head. “Why not?!”
“Where it is positioned, it would kill you if we tired.” The doctor replied looking at him while fixing his glasses. “You’ll have to live with it inside you.”
“That’s fucking outrageous!” Shane snapped hitting the table again. “This damn thing is a bug, a parasite, can’t you give me pills or something?”
“Nothing is working.” The doctor said shaking his head as Shane got off the table. “I’m sorry but we can’t fix it.” He said back up as Shane pressed his arm against his throat.
“You better find a way!” Shane snapped. “I don’t want this thing taking over me!” He growled pushing some as the doctor tried to get his breath.
Wesker soon entered the room seeing Shane choking the doctor, “Shane! Release him!” Before anyone can blink Wesker had grabbed Shane and pulled him off the doctor and restrained him fairly easily. The doctor gasped for air as he slumped against an examination table. Annoyed, Wesker turned his attention to the doctor, “What happened in here?”
The doctor rubbed his throat looking at Shane trying to get free before pointing at the x-ray. “It’s what we were fearing, Mr. Wesker.” He said as Wesker looked at the x-ray. “He was implanted.”
“Implanted? With what?” Wesker asked as Shane wiggled making Wesker keep a tight grip on him.
“A plaga, it’s right where his heart is.” The doctor said walking to the x-ray pointing it out. “It’s big.”
Wesker soon spoke into Shane’s ear, “Calm down, we can help you.” Shane relaxed somewhat and Wesker released his grip and studied the x-ray.
The doctor spoke more clearly, “It’s bigger than the ones we’ve seen previously, but I think we can remove it.”
Wesker looked back to the doctor, “It’s very close to the heart. This will need a more delicate hand than previous ones you’ve done. Are you absolutely sure you can remove it safely?”
Shane listened to them and rubbed his chest again before hopping onto the table making Wesker look at him. “After all this…I was looking forward to serving you… to be like you.” Shane said looking at the floor. “Now, I got some bug inside me…I lost my grace…bound to the ashes…” He said shaking his head. “Lost of perfection. Loss of a prince…” He said. “You’ll want the plaga more than me.” He said looking at Wesker. “Just make it quick.” He said pointing at his chest. “Right here when you want it.”
Wesker walked over to Shane and put his hand on his shoulder, “Don’t be a fool and don’t martyr yourself yet, boy. There is a way we can eject it from your system. There is a treatment that can kill it. I won’t lie to you, it’s going to be a painful process but it will cure you of this parasite.”
Shane sighed, “Better than having this thing take over me…” He said shaking his head. “I just don’t understand why you didn’t know about it, why none of the guards informed you.”
Wesker spoke matter of fact, “Because the last thing we thought to look for was a Plaga parasite. You were exposed to many things in Raccoon City but the Plaga was never a part of what happened there. They were isolated to an incident that happened in Spain years later.” Then he looked puzzled, “ What would the guards know about this?”
Shane looked at him. “I remember that night, two of the guards came in and did something, I couldn’t see but found myself in that room, after they were done, I was spitting and coughing up slime and blood, one of those guards brought me fruit and water, I thought it was nice that the head decided to give it to me, but once I got started that guard took it from me.” He said shaking his head. “He had a tattoo on his neck..” She said closing his eyes trying to remember. “A symbol or something…”
Wesker's eyes narrowed, “What did it look like? Describe it.”
“I think it was a Russian letter or something, like two capital R’s facing backward and forwards…” Shane said holding his head, the memory of the man playing like an old video.
Wesker's eyes narrowed slightly. “So you can recognize them fairly easily then if you were to see them again?”
Shane nodded and smirked. “I think I know how you can catch him too.” He said looking at him. “The open room.”
Wesker raised an eyebrow, intrigued, “Do tell.”
“For one thing, this thing…” He said patting his chest. “…will need to be checked on, plus the health of its host, so I see it that this guy would come calling, like a moth lured into the fire.”
Wesker nodded, “We'll play it your way then.”
“Good, cause I can’t see how you’ll be able to get him, boss.” He said with a light chuckle getting off the table. “I guess we can get started now. You’ll have to take me to the open room…”
Wesker opened the door and followed Shane as they made their way towards the Open Room. Shane was rubbing his arms now feeling really out of place, he wasn’t in any chains or restrains, not even the jacket. The elevator made him stop as Wesker went in.
“Um…can we take the stairs?” He asked.
Wesker looked puzzled, “Is there a problem?"
“You can say that….” Shane said taking a small step back while tapping his other foot on the cold floor. “I’m…not fond of elevators.” He admitted.
Wesker thought for a second and then decided not to press the issue, “Fine, we'll use the stairs. When we're all done with this trap of yours, I want to know how you got this elevator phobia.”
Shane smiled lightly and followed Wesker toward the stairs. “Yes, sir.” He said as they made their way to the first floor, course, there was a lot of stairs but neither showed signs of tiring. Shane coughed once they were out in the hallway before spitting on the floor. “I’m going to hit that guy so hard…” He grumbled seeing the blood and soon wiped it up with his shirt.
Wesker kept pace, “Once we ferret him out and I've gotten some answers from him, you can hit him all you want.”
“Really?” Shane asked looking at him excited. “No interference or anything?”
Wesker smirked slightly, “Absolutely. Once we get the information from him you can do what you please with him.”
Shane smiled a little and pounded a fist in his other hand as they neared the open room, Wesker soon filled out the paperwork and the door opened. It took Shane a moment to enter, he was excited but knew he needed to keep calm if this plan was going to work.
He entered the open room taking a slow deep breath before noticing that only the middle of the room was lit. ‘There’s nothing to worry about.’ he thought. It was late and he knew Wesker was somewhere up in the darkness of the balcony watching his every move. The first sign of trouble and dear old Dad would swoop down on the assailant like a hawk attacking a wounded rabbit.
It was a strange sensation considering what they were attempting to do, but for the first time in a long time, Shane felt safe. Shane stretched and did some warm-up exercises before he sat down in the light to do his normal workout, it was going to be a while till that man was going to show and in order for time to fly, Shane thought it wise to spend as much time as he could doing his exercises.
Wesker stood in the shadows patiently. He studied his watch and saw an hour had already passed. When he looked up Shane was stretching out on a floor mat. Laying down, his eyes stared up at the ceiling and then closed after a few minutes. As Wesker scanned the room, Shane thought of how tired he felt after that workout. It was an ache that reminded him of that night in Raccoon City, his mind slipping off into a light sleep...
1998 - Raccoon City - Six Hours After First Infection
Tiredness, Shane hated it and had to stop, the route to the highway was blocked by a fire and going around it was impossible. He had to return to the streets and followed under it. He hated it greatly since he had to weapon besides his wit. Whatever scraps of pipes he found and cables, he had taken a battery and made himself a stun rod, even though it would work for a moment, it was just enough for him to run but he was exhausted, he wanted to lay down and sleep. Every time he would stop to rest, he would catch himself nodding off, he wished someone was with him to carry him along.
“Mom…” He whispered rubbing his eyes hearing a scream up ahead of him making him run toward it even though he knew better, but his mind was screaming at him to find company. He had to stop finding the waterway, he looked at the water and then the other side seeing a man fighting some froglike creature.
“What the hell is that?” He asked watching the man trying to get away as it grabbed him making Shane stiffen seeing it putting the man in its mouth.
“Holy shit!” Shane gasped watching the man struggled to try and cut the frog creature but it was too late, it started to swallow him making him drop the knife. Shane looked away fast but looked back regardless seeing the man inside the creature struggling, he even saw the man pushing inside but the screams he was hearing were terrifying as he watched the struggle slowed as the belly of the frog went flat.
“Oh…God….” Shane said fumbling back as the creature jumped back into the water. “It just ate him and digested him…” He said. “Holy crap…” He continued to mumble before smacking himself. “Get away from here…” He whispered looking for a way to cross the waterway in hopes that the creature won’t come after him, which would be the last thing he was wanting right now but he smiled turning the stun rod on as it snapped with life, ready to shock anything that would make contact on the end of it.
‘Recon One what is your status? Over.’ Came a voice making Shane look around quickly hearing it again making him approach a dumpster, but he was cautious and glad he was too when crows flew away when he got close revealing a dead Umbrella personal, once more the voice came from the man’s chest making Shane kneel to see a radio as a smile crept along his tiny face as he grabbed it. He had to cut it off the dead man’s uniform with a knife that laid in his hand before wiping the blood off.
“Hello?” Shane asked standing up, his voice squeaked when he spoke.
‘Who is this? Where’s Recon One?’ The voice replied making Shane smile, even more, it was indeed working and he felt happy hearing another voice.
“Recon One is dead, I just found the body…” He said looking at the man. “I’m a kid, a student, Shane, I want to get out of here.”
‘Hold still kid. What is your current position?’ The voice asked. Shane didn’t realize that he hadn’t looked at any street signs or anything that would give clue to where he was, his mind was too focused on following the highway.
“I’m not sure, I’m under the highway near a waterway, there’s a monster here in the water, it ate someone.” He told looking at the buildings. “I see a restaurant, it’s um…” Shane moved to squint his eyes at the writing in the window across the waterway. “Joe’s Bar and Grill.” He said holding the radio close hearing water sloshing, this caused him to back away from the waterway fast. “Please help, I lost my gun.”
‘Don’t worry kid, I’m sending two out to get you. Try and keep your position as long as possible, if you have no choice, continue to follow the highway until you find a Catholic church when you get there go inside.’ The man on the other end told, Shane could hear gunfire.
“Got it,” Shane replied taking off his backpack and slipped the radio into a pouch on the side of it before holding his stun rod and the knife he just acquired close, he frowned hearing an explosion in the distance, he didn’t understand how this was happening…
A blunt kick to his side startled Shane awake and he cursed out loud grabbing his side automatically. He blinked the sleep away from his eyes as the glare of the bright light above him made it hard to focus on the man standing over him. He couldn’t tell if it was a guard or an orderly but it was definitely someone who needed to work on their bedside manner.
Shane winced as he sat up, “What the fuck did you do that for, man?” The man said nothing and shook a paper cup full of pills at Shane. Shane took the cup and realized the man was an orderly as he handed him another paper cup of water. The pills were dreadful tasting for the second they rested on his tongue but he took them anyway, gagging slightly on the aftertaste and the man left. It definitely wasn’t the Russian and Shane sighed with frustration,
“This is harder than I thought it would be…” he mumbled under his breath. But Shane knew he had to wait no matter how long it took.
Shane sighed again and looked up at Wesker, even though he wasn’t able to see him he knew Wesker could hear him, “You should talk to the head asshole in charge about getting me off those goddamn pills.” Shane held a hand above his brow trying to shield his eyes from the harsh light trying to see Wesker as he spoke to him, “They make me feel sleepy and like crap…”
Wesker smiled in the darkness of the balcony. He refused to answer Shane back knowing that the Russian they were looking for could arrive any moment. Shane was prone to outbursts and talking to himself so it wouldn’t be unusual to see him talking to an empty room.
Wesker took a small amount of glee in the fact that Shane didn’t know he was in charge of the asylum. There would come a time to tell Shane the truth but that was a long way away at this juncture. Wesker couldn’t help but think of Oswell Spencer when Shane complained about his pills.
Oswell was an ambitious genius but terribly behind the times. The shots he had made that sow Sofia give Shane his whole young life were easily synthesized into pill form once Wesker had obtained Oswell’s notes. The boy required them for his wellbeing and continued development. Why stop at a single shot yearly that would wear off before the next shot could be given?
Now they could be taken weekly and maintain a steady strong presence in his bloodstream year-round rather than in a single yearly booster shot. Shane’s already shown improvement since taking this pill regiment and he will continue to grow stronger. Had that senile fool Spencer done his due diligence Shane wouldn’t have developed his phobia of needles from the painful “booster shots”?
Shane coughed a bit and rubbed his chest. It felt picky and tingled a little. He knew it was from the plaga inside him and sometimes when he moved he could swear he could feel that thing inside him moving around.
The muffled clacking of shoes on the tiles outside the door drew Shane’s attention away from his chest. A man came into the room, his lab coat was briefly outlined by the light from the hallway before the door shut again and he started walking towards him. Shane let out an annoyed sigh as he stood up on the mat not looking directly at the man as he approached.
The man reached the edge of the wide circle of light surrounding Shane when he noticed the man was a doctor and that he was much taller and somewhat bulkier up close. The doctor seemed to be in way better shape than the other doctors he had seen before. The doctor checked a clipboard he was holding and said gruffly, “Need to check on you.” in a Russian accent. Shane’s neck lifted up quickly to meet the man’s gaze. The voice quickly which drew Wesker’s attention as well when the Russian accent hit his ears. The doctor seemed to study the clipboard again and said, “I need to examine your chest and check your eyes.”
Shane’s eyes narrowed as he asked, “Why?”
The doctor walked further into the light taking a stethoscope from around his neck and held it tightly in his thick hands as he spoke again, “To make sure you have no fluid in your lungs and to see if your eyes are fine.”
Shane glared at the doctor and studied the man’s features. He didn’t seem familiar but the voice nagged at him. He tried but it was hard to see any tattoo with the man’s shirt collar buttoned up. Shane knew he needed to be closer so he relented to let the doctor examine him. Shane raised his arms in mock surrender and said, “Okay doc, check me out, I’m not going to give you any problems.”
The doctor grunted and nodded as he approached Shane. Cautiously the doctor slipped the stethoscope on, lifted Shane’s shirt and pressed it against his chest making him jerk away slightly.
Shane growled, “You could have made it warm, you ass.”
The doctor ignored the insult and simply said, “Take a few deep breaths, then exhale. Good, repeat, breathe in…exhale...” The doctor listened intently as Shane slowly did so.
The doctor pulled Shane’s shirt back down and spoke, “Hmm, everything sounds good.” Looking back down at the clipboard the doctor began writing. Wesker stood at the ready in the shadows of the balcony. He could see Shane was ready to do something. The doctor set the clipboard down again and pulled out a small penlight, “Now to look at your eyes.”
Shane shifted uncomfortably and rubbed his foot on the mat, “Hey doc, what’s wrong with my foot?” Shane asked. The Doctor looked down just as Shane’s foot connected with the doctor’s crotch making him curse in what Shane assumed to be Russian.
As the doctor hunched over in pain Shane punched him in the face. He then grabbed the doctor’s back collar yanking him down on the mat before tearing the collar wide open and saw the double R tattoo he knew just had to be there. Before he could react, Shane yelped when something hit his leg causing his calf to cramp up making him let go and fall backward half out of the circle of light. He looked down, to see a hypodermic needle sticking out of his calf.
“You damn American!” The doctor snapped holding his nose while looking at Shane.
“It’s him!” Shane shouted pulling the needle out of his leg. He scurried backward when he saw the Russian doctor coming toward him, blood trickling out of his nose while he drew a pistol out of his coat pocket.
As the Russian leveled the gun towards Shane the lights in the room snapped on and a black blur seemed to appear out of nowhere and ripped the gun out of the Russian’s hand. Before he could react Wesker tossed the startled man as if he was a rag doll against the far wall of the room. Had it not been padded the fake doctor would have broken his spine from the impact instead of having the wind knocked out of him. Shane watched in awe as Wesker raced over to the man before he even had a chance to slump to the floor and grabbed him by the neck and hoisted him up getting ready to work the Russian over for information.
“Who sent you?” Wesker said as the Russian gasped for air. He released his grip slightly to allow him to talk.
The Russian coughed and cursed at Wesker in Russian, Shane knew that the man wasn’t going to talk, as did Wesker.
“You should toss him about a bit,” Shane said rubbing his leg before looking at the needle on the floor; he picked it up looking at it. “What the hell is this?” He asked lightly.
Wesker talked over his shoulder to Shane never taking his eyes off the Russian, “No, tossing him around wouldn't yield anything, but when you do something like this..." Wesker took the man's thumb in his free hand and broke it off with an effortless jerk as the man howled in pain, “…then people tend to loosen their tongues. Now, who sent you? Tell me while you still have all your fingers and toes!”
The Russian just stared at him and growled. “I’ll never tell a filthy American.” He said. “Even if you break me.” He told.
“That’ll hurt you ass,” Shane said looking at him. “Just answer the question and he might actually let you live.” He told looking at the stuff inside the needle before looking at his leg poking it with a finger not able to feel it. “That damn fucker numbed my leg!” He snapped.
The man struggled in Wesker’s grip to no avail. Wesker smiled, “Let me explain how this works. I only want a name. One name and if there are others here helping you I want their names too. If you give me these names or even one name I will let you live. I will even have the surgeons reattach your thumb before I send you back to your masters… but if you want to do this the hard way, I will continue removing fingers, and then toes and then hands and then arms and then feet and then legs and then whatever else I feel like pulling off of you until your nothing but a head on a pike outside of my office. Do we have an understanding?”
The Russian soon spat at him making Shane stiffen seeing that. “Go to hell.” He said as Shane looked on, he wasn’t sure if Wesker would kill him or tear more limbs off; he looked away not wanting to watch.
Wesker chuckled and wiped the spit off his face, “Remember this Shane, no matter how nice you try to be to some people they simply aren’t smart enough to accept your charity.” With that Wesker wrenched the man’s arm out of its socket. Shane clasped his hands over his ears as the man’s screams echoed into the night.
For a long time Shane kept his eyes and ears shut, he didn’t know how long it was, when he felt a hand touch him he cringed instantly and also tried to hit whoever touched him but he felt the grip on his wrist and knew it was Wesker. It was silent and Shane didn’t open his eyes as he spoke. “Are you done?”
Wesker spoke in a chilling tone, “Yes, we’re done here. How’s your leg?”
“Still can’t move it,” Shane replied opening his eyes seeing blood and shook lightly before pulling Wesker into a hug which startled him. “I’m sorry…” He whispered. “I’m not as strong as you…”
Wesker tensed and froze for a second before hesitantly patting Shane on the back, “You are as strong as me, Shane. You may not believe it right now, but you are. You’ve survived Raccoon City, you share my blood, and you can withstand anything.” Wesker let his embrace slacken slightly as Shane sensed the older man was uneasy with this show of affection and released their embrace.
“You’re right,” Shane replied with a simple nod before taking a breath and looked at the room. “Damn, you painted the room.” He said shaking his head before coughing and spat on the floor. “Since this is done…I better get to sleep, to be ready for the procedure. Is there something I got to do for this?” He asked looking at Wesker.
Wesker patted him on the shoulder, “No, just rest and get your strength up. I told you, the procedure will be painful but it will be relatively quick. Once we’re done the plaga will be nothing more than harmless particles in your bloodstream.”
Shane smiled before frowning lightly. “Then I’ll be back in action sitting in my cell and enjoying the world passing me by.” He said soon rolling his eyes running a hand through his hair. “I’ll never be able to leave here.” He grumbled. “But I ain’t going to die here without hurting them first.”
Wesker became serious again, “Shane, you’re not a prisoner here and once your training with me is complete not only will you be able to leave here whenever you want, you’ll be able to do whatever you want. Nobody will be able to stop you.”
“I find that hard to believe, you know,” Shane said looking at him seriously before coughing again and tried to hold his coughs. “And what training are you talking about? Did you talk to the head about letting me out or something?”
Wesker smiled, “Something like that. I know I’m being vague now but trust me it will all make sense once the procedure is done and you’ve recovered. I promise you, you’ll never need to feel fear again.” With that Wesker extended his hand which like the rest of his outfit was miraculously clean despite the carnage around them.
Shane looked at it for a moment and then shook Wesker’s hand. With that, they left the room.
The next day…
Shane slept longer than he should have but it wasn’t as if he didn’t earn it considering what he had gone through the previous night. A hard smack against the glass startled him out of a dead sleep making him fall off the bed and onto the floor. The guard outside the door laughed after watching the young man flail off the mattress.
“Asshole!” Shane snapped holding his head as pain pounded like a drum in his skull.
“Good afternoon ass-wipe.” The guard said as he pushed Shane’s food through the slot in the glass door. “Eat up!” The guard was laughing when turned to see Wesker stone-faced less than a foot from him. He was startled considering he hadn’t heard Wesker walk up to him. The guard stammered, “Oh…sir…I-I-I was…”
Wesker leaned in closer, reading the guard’s name tag, “You're Hendricks, harassing a patient…again? I had heard complaints about you from the staff so I had to see it for myself.”
Hendricks, the guard, started to sweat, “Nuh…No sir, I...I just thought…”
Wesker took a step forward making Hendricks take a step back and started shouting, “You thought?! Understand this you stammering buffoon, you have no brain. No judgment calls are necessary or required. What you think means nothing. What you feel means nothing. You are here to work for me. You are here to help the sick and to serve the needs of these patients.” Hendricks' face was beet red with embarrassment. He went to say something to defend himself but Wesker cut him off and continued to speak, “But since you are clearly incapable of this I want you to repeat this back to me: “Would you like fries with that?”
Hendricks stammered, “W…would you like fries with that?”
Wesker smiled, “Excellent! Now memorize it, because starting tomorrow, the only job that you're going to be able to get is selling hamburgers at a fast food joint! Your fired Hendricks, clean out your locker and get out!”
Shane heard the yelling outside in the hall but didn’t really catch most of the conversation. The rooms were somewhat soundproofed and he could only make out a word here or therebetween crunches of the fresh juicy apple that was included with his meal today. You would think an apple would be a common thing with most any institutional meal but the food in this place had been lacking fresh fruit and vegetables, two things he desperately craved.
He bit into the apple again, sucking the juices from it and savoring every drop. It was amazing what something as simple as an apple could accomplish. Shane sighed and felt content, tearing another piece off with his teeth and munching on it softly. When he looked up he saw Wesker was now standing in front of the glass door watching him. Shane gave him a quick wave and pointed at the apple smiling and relaxing against his bed. Wesker nodded and smiled tightly and then walked away. Shane smiled and bit into the apple again.
The taste of the apple juice reminded Shane of when he was a kid. He could still clearly remember Sofia bringing home fresh apples to make a fruit salad or homemade apple pie. The pies were the greatest sweet treat he could ever have and he often got one all to himself every February around his birthday.
Shane snapped out of his memory when he realized his birthday had already passed and that it would have been his 25th or his 24th? Shane couldn’t recall, he had been in this place so long, it was hard to tell which month it was, let alone the year, since all the periodicals and magazines in the asylum, were out of date and nobody there would give you an answer when you asked them what day, month or even year it was.
Sliding the tray onto his bed, Shane peeked outside using a handheld mirror he had hidden under his sink. Seeing nobody was around he put the mirror back, got on the floor and slid under his bed. There on the metal, he had tally marks he had been using in secret to keep track of the years but because of recent events, he hadn’t been able to update his tally.
Shane slid out from under the bed and sat up, coughing. He swallowed hard, gagging in the process before another coughing fit hit him again. “I hate this…” He grumbled reaching to the tray to grab another piece of turkey, he hated the taste of it but he had to eat it, he saw someone walk by but ignored it till he coughed again covering his mouth before looking at his hand seeing chunks of what he hoped was food and some blood. “Shit…”
Shane started coughing again but more violently and the more he coughed the harder it was for him to catch his breath. His body temperature rose making sweat pour off his skin as he continued to cough. He was struggling to catch his breath between coughs. He started holding his chest with his hands, gripping and tearing at his shirt trying to get it off his body so he could breathe easier but it was pointless.
His arms were weakened by spasms and tears started to stream down his face uncontrollably as he continued to cough violently. His face was blood red and his eyes became bloodshot as he gasped for breath only to start gagging and retching. He desperately wanted to breathe and he suddenly felt an intense fear when he thought of his lungs collapsing from this fit. He tried to move towards the door but his body rebelled. He grabbed the nurse’s button from the side of his bed as he coughed and slid down the side and hit the floor gasping for air with the button in a death grip in his fist.
The alarm in the monitor room buzzed loudly as a male nurse looked up and saw the monitor for cell 280. Shane was on the floor convulsing and pressing the call button the men inside all switched seeing Shane on the floor.
“Shit!” The one nurse snapped as he quickly pressed the intercom button which made the speakers in the hallways buzz to life, “Code Blue! Cell 280! I repeat Code Blue Cell 280!”
Wesker heard the announcement right as he was heading towards the exit. When he heard the man say ‘Cell 280’ Wesker was in full run towards Shane’s room and he arrived just as the medical staff ran in with a crash cart.
The doctor was hovering over Shane instantly as two orderlies picked him up and moved him onto the bed and helped restrain his convulsing limbs the doctor injected Shane with a sedative that immediately stopped him from convulsing and made his body relax.
The doctor yelled out, “His lungs aren‘t functioning and mouth to mouth isn’t working! Get me the oxygen mask STAT!” A nurse gently asked Wesker to leave so they would have more room to work. A flash of anger played across his face for a moment before he realized she was right and he stepped outside into the hallway and watched the medical team work on Shane.
Wesker knew it was the Plaga; it was working hard inside Shane’s body to overtake him. He had seen this before with the data and samples Ada Wong had collected from Spain. The fact Shane was able to last this long without it overtaking his body was a miracle. Wesker hadn’t realized it but he soon started pacing as he mulled over in his head that the last thing he needed was his son to die.
“Come on, Shane, breathe.” The doctor said which made Wesker snap out of his mental and physical pacing and he looked inside the doorway. He could hear some coughs but nothing as severe as before. He hadn’t noticed when they changed but now the nurse was using a nebulizer to help Shane breath in medicated mists directly into his lungs. Shane was holding his chest and the coughing was becoming more infrequent and until it all but stopped.
The doctor looked him over and kept repeating, “Slow steady breaths...” He told as Shane laid his head down on the pillow. Some blood trickled out of his mouth as the doctor looked at Wesker. “We need to get it out of him right away, it’s getting worse.”
Wesker nodded and Shane looked at him through bloodshot eyes, almost pleading with him to help. Wesker wasn’t used to this… feeling he suddenly felt. He hadn’t realized it until this moment but he was starting to actually care for the boy.
Wesker said, “It will be okay, you have my word.” He then turned to the doctor, “We start immediately, I want the procedure room set up within the hour.” With that, he turned back to Shane, “Rest, it will all be over soon.”
Shane nodded lightly before closing his eyes…
1998 - Raccoon City - Six Hours After First Infection - Catholic Church
There was no other choice, Shane had to run to the church after a monster showed up, he only managed to escape shocking the large creature with his stun rod which stunned it long enough for him to escape. Every time he had a chance to rest, he ended up having to flee but he was thankful for not finding another lioness or frog creature.
The church was barricaded when he arrived, the windows busted out with wooden planks blocking them, zombies and other creatures littered the ground as well as crows making him maneuver carefully toward the doors, he looked around quickly pausing for a moment thinking he saw something only to smile realizing it was an illusion caused by the rising smoke across the street but everything went south when he heard a click, he turned back to the door seeing a gun muzzle aimed right at him and his reaction was fast as he ducked and a round was fired right over his head making him shout.
“Stop! I’m not a zombie!” He shouted hugging the ground trying hard to stay calm but a tear escaped his eyes.
“Josh! We got a survivor out here!” Someone shouted from inside making him look up slowly at the doors seeing the gun muzzle was gone and replaced with an eye. “It’s a kid.” At first, Shane was too frightened to stand but he slowly did when he heard heavy things being move before a tall woman stood there looking at him, she looked like a foreigner.
“It is a kid.” She said with an Italian accent before bending down. “You okay little boy?” She asked as he nodded lightly. “I must apologize for Luke, his ‘gung-ho’ attitude has kept us alive, where did you come from?”
“D-d-down the street.” Shane answer stammering while pointing where he had come from just as she pulled him inside and the doors closed behind them. “I was told to come here, someone coming for me.”
“You? Why the hell not us?!” Luke snapped blocking the door and turned quickly looking down at Shane, he was gruff and covered in blood, the only part of his clothing that wasn’t was a tiny spot under his left arm. “We’re more damn important than you!” He growled pointing at Shane.
“That’s enough Luke!” A voice snapped making Shane look up the aisle seeing a man standing at the altar looking at the Bible, he had red hair which really made Shane stare as the woman lead him up there. “We’re all going to escape, so shut up and get back to watching the door!” He said looking up. “I’m Josh, what is thy name little man?” He asked leaning against the altar.
“Shane.” Came the reply. “I’m following the highway to get out, my…my friend Andrew said we could escape if we follow it…” He said frowning. “He…he…he was killed by a lion…”
“Oh, my…” The woman said pulling Shane close comforting him. “I’m so sorry for you.” She said as he looked at her.
“What’s worse is I got separated from my mom…” He said soon looking at the floor. “I’m not even sure if she’s alive…”
“She’s another zombie or dead,” Luke said making Shane look at him roughly. “If I’ll see her I’ll put her down for yo--- ow! What the fuck!?” He said rubbing his head when he was hit with something hard, he turned around quickly seeing Shane picking up a rock that was on the floor. “You little prick! You’ll pay for that!” He snapped running over as Shane quickly ran up to the altar as Josh got between them.
“Stand down Luke!” He snapped aiming a pistol at Luke’s head. “You should hold your tongue when it comes to talking about others families, you are fortunate I haven’t killed you yet! Now get back to that fucking door and wait for those people before I shoot you!” He threatened as Luke looked at Shane before flipping him off and marched back to the doors.
“Sorry Shane, but some folks can’t handle some charity when it’s given.” He said putting the gun back on the altar. “Hopefully things will calm down once we get out of here.” He said as Shane nodded looking at the woman who was just watching unfazed by all this.
“I want to leave soon…” Shane whispered sitting down pulling out the radio. “Hey, you there?” He asked pressing the call button.
‘Still here, what’s your current position, Shane?’ The same voice replied making him smile.
“I had to go to the church, I was attacked and ran. There’s…” He said pausing for a moment seeing how many were with him, which was only the three. “There are three people here with me. How are we leaving?”
‘A helicopter is coming, it will be there in a few minutes up the street to a square, you’ll be extracted there.’ The man replied making Shane smile as did Josh and that woman.
“We’ll be waiting, hey…did you come across anyone named Sofia Burns?” He asked turning to try and keep this private. “She’s my mom..”
‘Sorry. I haven’t heard or seen anything.’ The man replied. ‘I’m Kristoff, don’t worry Shane, everything going to be okay.’
“I hope so…”
Shane woke up slowly from the sedative. He was watching the hall lights passing above his head as he heard the gentle clacking sound the wheels of the gurney made on the tiled hallway. He felt a cool, steady breeze on his face which made him reach and touch the plastic mask on the lower half of his face that he hadn’t realized was there. He tried sitting up but only managed to get his shoulders off the cushion before he was firmly pushed back down and held there. Blinking weakly and looking up he saw it was Wesker who was making sure he stayed put. Giving off a cough Shane asked, “What’s going on?”
Whatever they gave Shane to calm him down was working too well, he could only remember the pain of the needle piercing his skin as he shook on his bed and everything seemed to be a hazy blur in his mind when he tried to think. Wesker spoke but it seemed like it was in slow motion and he couldn’t make out the words.
Shane tried to understand but the more he tried the more he realized it wasn’t working and he sighed disgusted with himself and gave up. He could feel a tinge of pain in his chest which made his skin itch which he rubbed as he saw two doors move in his peripheral vision making him look around dazed at the new room they were in. Other than some wires and tubes leading to and from the chair and a divider wall with a large glass window all he could see was a big chair with some equipment scattered around it.
A lab technician spoke to Wesker, “Everything’s ready sir.” And Wesker nodded his approval as he motioned towards Shane who let out a raspy, weak cough.
Realization broke through the haze of the sedation he was under when Shane figured out what was going on, they were going to get the plaga out of him but how exactly they were going to do it was troubling him.
As soon as they propped him up, his chest burned and something inside twitched making him cough a few times, he took several deep, slow breaths before they took the oxygen mask off and helped him down off the gurney. Shane was lead slowly by two orderlies over to the chair and sat him down. Despite the strain of moving his head, Shane couldn’t help but look around as he kept his hands in his lap before resting them on the armrests.
As soon as his skin touched the armrests hidden clamps suddenly snapped closed around his wrists startling him greatly, making him try to jerk his arms free. He pushed his legs against the chair attempting to get leverage and as soon as he did he felt two more clamps snap closed around his ankles. He was in a full panic since it reminded him of that room. Not being able to move, trapped in one position, unable to escape. As hard as he tried, fear filled his mind as he struggled. That room played in his mind over and over again. Shane grunted and coughed as he struggled in vain to get free.
One of the technicians looked at the monitors seeing one of the clamps was blinking red, which meant it was damaged somehow by Shane’s wild movements and failed to lock down tight.
“He’s gotten stronger since the last time.” Said the technician as Wesker looked curiously at the blinking red light taking a mental note to have the chair’s restraints strengthened. The technician pushed the intercom button and spoke in calm, reassuring tones, “Calm down Shane, this will be over very quickly but you need to stay calm.”
Wesker could see and not hear Shane shouting ‘Fuck you’, at the men behind the glass. Wesker had figured Shane would remember the room he talked about before where the Russian had abducted him to and helped infect him with the plaga parasite that was currently killing him.
Shane looked up at the arms lowering closer to his chest making him breathe rapidly. He could feel static and smell the burning of ozone as an unearthly glow came to life from the arms and shot through him. Every muscle in his body had locked down automatically as if he were being tasered; his hands clasped tightly on the armrests, his eyes shut tightly as tears streamed down his cheeks while he clenched his teeth.
He was trying hard to fight off the pain setting his insides on fire but it wasn’t working. Shane could feel the plaga inside him fighting, struggling, resisting its elimination. He tried to let out a scream but his jaw remained clenched as the muffled yell issued by them.
The technician studied the readings on the display and spoke to Wesker who was standing over his shoulder, “We’re almost done, sir.” Wesker glanced at the readings and then into the chamber. The technician spoke again, “A few more seconds…”
A warning light flashed to life quickly drawing the technician and Wesker’s attention to it. The damaged clamp broke open freeing Shane’s right arm. His arm flailed up slightly and then his hand latched onto the armrest of the chair like a vice grip.
Shane shouted as the veins in his neck and head bulged out from the strain as the glow suddenly faded away. The inside of his chest was burning as he felt the plaga disintegrating into particles and he could feel it protesting its fate as it faded into nothingness. Shane’s scream died out into a rasping breath as his body slumped in the chair. His chest heaved as he suddenly sucked in a large gulp of air and panted heavily for a moment and then he was still. The sensors read everything was normal but Shane was not moving.
“Shane?” The technician’s voice echoed in the chamber over the intercom. All was silent and Shane wasn’t responding. He spoke again, “Shane? If you can hear me, move your fingers.” There was a moment of stillness and then slowly Shane’s left hand moved. The remaining three clamps opened automatically and Shane slumped more in the chair, almost sliding off completely. His left arm fell limp to the side as the doctor and two orderlies rushed into the room to check on him.
Within moments they confirmed he was alive but half conscious. This wasn’t unexpected though since the plaga that was inside him was rather large and it was reaching a critical point of its gestation when it was discovered and removed. Had Shane not been made of sterner stuff the end result might have been death instead of exhaustion. The last thing Shane saw as he slipped back into darkness were dancing blue dots on the dark ceiling.
“He’s going to be okay, he’s just lost consciousness.” Said the doctor as the orderlies carried Shane out of the room on a gurney.
The technician sighed in relief hearing that the young man was going to be okay. Wesker watched them as they wheeled Shane past him and out of the room to recovery. Wesker took satisfaction in seeing how strong the boy was. Once he recovered it was time to move forward with his plans for Shane. The prince was strong and with Wesker’s training, he would walk the path to being king in great strides.
Africa. A day after the procedure…
Shane’s mouth was dry, like cotton and he couldn’t seem to get any moisture from his tongue to wet it. His nose twitched, smelling something strange, like fresh baked earth and dust before feeling warmth washing over his body. Groggy, Shane forced open his sleepy eyes and tried to blink the haze from them as the drugs given to him finally started to wear off. When his eyes focused he saw he was in a room he had never seen before.
Turning his head to the side, Shane saw a table was set against the wall lined with bottles of water, juice and fancy glasses. There was some food cooking on silver heating dishes he had only seen in movies that showed how rich people ate in fancy restaurants. When he finally sat up he breathed in deep through his nose and looked upon chicken, potatoes, and vegetables simmering inside the silver dishes in front of plates with silverware arranged on either side.
Rubbing the back of his neck, Shane slowly looked up the wall seeing a round window, sunlight shined in hitting him directly on the face and chest, which he now realized was the cause of his warmth. He smiled lightly, it had been nine years since he felt the sun on his skin but this was startling, how was he feeling it and where was he? “Where am I?” he whispered in a raspy whisper.
“You’re in Africa, son.” Wesker’s voice broke the silence from across the room, making Shane look at the end of a plush couch to see him sitting there nonchalantly browsing through some papers.
“Africa?” Shane repeated as he slumped back onto the bed rolling onto his back flinching slightly as his chest ached from his movement. “Ah, shit…”
Still studying the papers Wesker spoke in a stern tone,” Don’t move too much and don’t jostle your chest too much yet, you’re still recovering. Lucky for you, you awoke near lunch time. You should be ravenous after fasting for the procedure.”
Shane focused on Wesker as he lay on his back massaging his aching chest. “Is it dead?” He asked watching Wesker.
Wesker looked up from the papers and soon set them down before walking over to Shane sitting beside him, “According to the tests it appears the parasite has been eradicated but because of its size and the amount of material that disintegrated into your system, you will feel out of sorts for a few days and you will most definitely be sore.”
Shane nodded as Wesker got up and walked over to the table, poured a glass of ice water into a glass and walked back over to Shane and handed it to him. Shane reached for the drink and the cold sweat from the glass felt good as he sat up slightly and drank the crystal clear water, finally bringing moisture back into his mouth.
A satisfied sigh escaped Shane’s mouth as he set down the now empty glass leaving a contented smile on his face. Wesker lightly patted him on the head and felt Shane’s forehead, “You’re running a slight temperature but that’s normal for the recovery process. Just relax and save your strength.”
Wesker then grabbed the glass and put it back on the table before returning to his papers. Silently Shane observed the nicely furnished room more. He couldn’t remember the last time he has been in something this elegant looking. As he slowly scanned his surroundings he found his eyes drawn to a large bookshelf packed with hardcover books behind a large wooden desk that had tablets and other office supplies on top of it as well as a laptop computer. Off to the side in one corner was a huge white dry erase board next what he could tell were complex mathematics and formulas written on it.
Still, his attention was drawn back to the bookshelf. For years he had wanted to pick up a nice, thick book and read it. In all of his years in the asylum, Shane was only able to steal one book he had found lying in a garbage can near the cafeteria when the orderlies were occupied with another patient.
It was a ratty looking romance novel with the cover’s top half torn off. All he could see the wrinkled image was a shirtless muscular man embracing a woman in a torn dress with her breasts practically bursting out of the top of it. It wasn’t the sort of thing Shane was into, in fact, he hated how simple the story was written and how it mostly seemed to focus on this rich woman and her carnal urges for a handsome stable boy in the employ of her rich, old husband whom she despised. It was tripe but he cherished it as one of his sole means of escape.
Shane snapped out of his memory and a single question kept nagging at him, “Why are we in Africa?” He asked in a whisper as his eyes wandered around the room some more trying to take in as much as possible at one time.
Wesker never looked up from his papers, “We’re here because it is the next step in my plan. Don’t worry though, you’ll know everything soon enough. Just rest, you need your strength.” He repeated to him.
Shane grumbled as he was laying back down and laid his hands on his chest sighing. A big grin played across his face when he realized he was out of the asylum at long last and he chuckled.
Wesker heard the giggle and only glanced up long enough to see Shane clenching his hands in excitement before chuckling again to himself even though he was trying to keep as silent as possible. Wesker knew why the boy was giddy and he allowed him his joy. The asylum was a harsh place but it was a necessity for Shane after the trauma he experienced. Wesker had wanted him out of there three years ago but because of certain…delays, he had to put off his plans for Shane up until now. But finally, after so long in the waiting everything had finally come together.
Shane smiled before sitting up slowly coughing once before sitting up in a straight position on the bed. His stomach grumbled and he rubbed it saying, “I think I should eat something considering the fact I have no clue how long I was asleep and my stomach hurts.”
Wesker nodded towards the table of food, “Help yourself but start slow. If you rush too much solid food into your system after that procedure you’ll make yourself sick.”
Before Shane could get up there was a rapid knock at the large oak door making him tilt his head a little at it and wince slightly. Wesker looked at the door knowing it was Excella, “Just a moment.” He said in a curt tone of voice. Wesker knew Excella was impatient and could be tedious with her constant affection but she was as much a part of his plans as Shane so he couldn’t dismiss her like he wanted to.
Excella had been coming to him more often now to talk about their plans and to try and get more intimate with him. It was painfully obvious she was motivated, ambitious and lusted for more power in this world and she knew Albert was the one who could give it to her.
When he informed her of Shane, all Excella could do was ask questions about the boy and she absolutely insisted on meeting his only son once the boy was recovered enough for visitors.
Wesker heard Shane grumble again and when he looked over to him, he saw Shane had laid back down and wrapped the thick pillow over his head. “Tell them to go away.” He said in a loud muffled voice beneath the pillow. “I don’t want any damn pills and I sure as hell don’t want any shots!”
Wesker shook his head lightly in mild disgust. The boy was tough but when he acted like a petulant child it irritated Wesker to no end. It was a habit he was determined to break the boy off. Wesker poured a glass of ice water, grabbed the small bottle of pills next to the food off of the table and approached Shane with them.
“Leave me alone..” Shane grumbled as the pillow was pulled off. “Oh…I thought you were one of them…” He said seeing the pill bottle making him groan.
Wesker sighed, “Stop being a baby. You just had a major operation done on you. Did you really think you wouldn’t have to take anything after it was done? You need these to help your immune system to rebuild.”
“You’d understand if you were in my shoes,” Shane said sitting up holding his hand out as Wesker tapped a few into his hand. “These are the pills I take weekly...” He said looking at Wesker confused. “Why are you giving me these?”
Wesker handed him the glass of water, “For what I just said, to boost your immune system and get your body back to full strength. Think of these pills as vitamins and antibiotics all rolled into one. When you take them on a regular basis you stay healthy and vital and they will help shorten the recovery process.”
Shane chuckled lightly. “Like a miracle pill?” He joked taking a breath popping the nasty pills into his mouth and downed them quickly with the water shivering and gave a cough. “Still taste awful…” He said looking at the door. “Who’s out there?” He asked setting the glass on the nearby nightstand.
Wesker smirked slightly, “I’ll introduce you to her.” With that Wesker walked to the door and opened it. “Enter.” He said coolly as Excella Gionne walked into the room. Shane’s eyes grew somewhat wider when he looked her over. Excella embraced Wesker who seemed somewhat uncomfortable with it but returned the hug nonetheless.
Her gold high heels made Excella almost Albert’s height thought the tightly wound bun of jet black hair atop her head made her appear slightly taller than him. She gave Albert a peck on each cheek leaving lipstick marks on each side. As she turned towards Shane he could see Albert pull a napkin off the table, and rub his face clean.
Her shimmering gold silk dress was impossibly tight on her body. She looked over towards Shane and smiled, “So this is Shane.” she said in a thick Italian accent. She leaned down letting her ample cleavage push forward from the top of the dress and presented her hand to Shane as if to shake his, “Pleasure to meet you darling boy.”
As soon as he heard that accent Shane’s blood boiled and he scrambled off the bed fast grabbing a lamp off a nearby end table and wielding it like a club, “Stay back, I mean it!” he shouted nervously, his eyes wild with fear.
Shane’s insane reaction startled both Excella and Wesker. Excella turned towards Wesker and asked confused, “Albert darling what is wrong with him?” He didn’t take his eyes off Shane and gently pushed Excella behind him as Shane huddled in the corner with the lamp shaking visibly as if he were scared out of his mind.
Wesker put out his hands to show he wasn’t a threat, “Shane what’s wrong? Excella’s not going to hurt you, we’re your friends. Stay calm and put down the lamp.”
Shane was only half hearing Wesker at this point. Shane’s mind was racing and even though he knew it was impossible he felt like he was back in Raccoon City during the outbreak. And that woman, that goddamn woman with the Italian accent was trying to get him killed again.
Shane’s eyes were glassy like he was in a far away daydream as he screamed, “No! I won’t let you do this to me again! NOT AGAIN!” With that Shane leaped from the bed only to have Wesker slap the lamp from the man's hand, spun him around and put him into a sleeper hold before Shane could react.
Wesker held Shane like that until his body went limp and he passed out. Wesker placed him back on the bed as Excella said sarcastically, “What a charming boy you raised Albert.”
Wesker turned towards her, “He was clearly having a flashback to something… I’ve seen that sort of behavior in war veterans suffering from shell shock.”
Excella seemed unfamiliar with the term and looked at him puzzled, “Shellshock?”
Wesker sighed, “I forgot, they keep changing the term. Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. His mind has been traumatized from his time in Raccoon City and something about you triggered an episode. I need to find out what it is. Until then I need you to leave us and do not come back here until I have this all sorted out. Am I making myself clear?”
Excella nodded, “Yes Albert darling. If you need anything you know where to find me.” With that Excella looked at Shane sadly and then left the room. “It’s a shame,” she thought to herself, “a boy that young and handsome with so many demons.”
1998 - Raccoon City - Six and a Half Hours after First Infection
“Run!” Josh shouted over his shoulder at the small band of survivors as they ran up the street following the low flying helicopter that they were hoping was going to land. Shane was keeping up good until he tripped landing on a hard skid on the ground hurting his right arm in the process. Josh saw Shane tripped but he needed to keep running to keep the helicopter in sight. Josh yelled, “Natasha! Help Shane!” and the woman complied and ran back for the child.
She grabbed Shane under the armpits and lifted him up, “Come on.” She said with her thick Italian accent as Shane scrambled to his feet. Just as they turned to run toward the others a pack of five dogs burst forth from a nearby alleyway and started chasing after Luke and Josh. Natasha screamed, “God no!” as she saw Luke being taken down by one of the vicious animals. He was screaming and struggling to crawl as the pack surrounded him. There were several gunshots and dog yelps but soon the shots stopped, his screams became wet bubbling gurgles and then silence as the wild animals ripped him to shreds.
Natasha was frozen in terror. She couldn’t see where Josh had gone as smoke and wreckage obscured the view ahead of the pack’s feeding frenzy.
“This way,” Shane said quietly so as not to alert the dogs. He was pulling her with his good arm. “We can cut through this other alleyway around them!” He yanked at her arm again as he whispered at her trying to get her to move. Blinking tears from her eyes Natasha looked down at Shane and nodded. He pulled her arm again and this time she moved, following after him as fast as the boy could run.
“We need a weapon, quickly or we’ll never make it.” She said quietly as they climbed over a rotten smelling dumpster and ran through a garbage-strewn alleyway. “I know that there’s a weapon shop just up the street.” She said as Shane nodded. They sprinted through alley approaching a nearby square. Shane slowed down to a creeping walk and held out his hand to Natasha to make her slow down. They peered out from behind a wrecked metal Raccoon City Police barrier and paused. The chopper wasn’t there like they had hoped but something else was.
Shane whispered, “It’s those jumping lizard things…” He whispered watching as the reptilian Hunter loped about the area looking for prey. Its yellow snake eyes glinted in the light. An explosion went off in the distance and the Hunter seemed to hone in on the sound, screeched at it and it seemed to wander towards it, stop and then walk back to where it was standing.
Natasha’s eyes lit up, “Look there.” She said pointing toward an RPD squad car. Shane could see a disemboweled police officer lay across the car hood holding a riot shotgun. Shane smiled slightly knowing the weapon would help them immensely until they looked back at the Hunter. It didn’t seem to want to leave the general area around the police car and they couldn’t just sit here in an alley hope someone would rescue them with that thing waiting to pounce on whatever moved.
Suddenly they heard the chopper, it was hovering somewhere above them. The Hunter looked around and seemed visibly agitated by the whirring noise. Natasha grabbed Shane by the shoulders and turned him toward her and whispered, “Shane I have a plan.” She looked around and picked up a broken piece of metal pipe.
“You’re a faster runner than me…” she continued. “While I distract that thing I want you to circle around whichever way it runs and goes for that shotgun.” She whispered this to Shane who looked at her knowing he had to do this if they were going to live. He wasn’t going to let Natasha down like he let Andrew down.
“Trust me.” She said smiling which made Shane somewhat uneasy but he couldn’t understand why. Shane knew he had to be brave or else they wouldn’t make it out alive. Uneasy but determined Shane nodded in agreement with Natasha. She patted him on the head and said in a low whisper, “Okay, get ready…”
When the Hunter looked away from them Natasha stood up and hurled the broken pipe and ducked back down behind the barricade. The pipe spun in a high arch and smashed into the rear window of a car that was up until that point miraculously untouched by the chaos around it. A car alarm started to beep in steady irritating pitches as the Hunter ran towards the bleating noise and attacked the car smashing its clawed fists into the hood.
Shane was off and running before its second fist smash which made the alarm horn screech and then goes silent. Shane was halfway towards the police car when a rock slammed into his back involuntarily making him yelp.
The Hunter swiftly turned towards the noise and saw Shane, screeched and started bounding full speed at him, its right arm stretched out with its clawed hand open wide. Shane ran as fast as he could towards the cop car snatching the shotgun from the corpse as he ran by. The dead cop’s weight on the gun made Shane’s arm jerk the heavy weapon which fired the gun. The loud noise was only rivaled by the howl of the Hunter as buckshot tore into its legs sending it into a trip that planted it head first into the squad car’s passenger side door, denting it in.
Shane leaped to his feet with the gun and ran in the wide open square as he heard the chopper getting lower and the Hunter screeching in protest as it got to its feet and ran in an awkward hobble towards Shane. Seeing no alternative Shane ran towards a big rig truck that had somehow been flipped onto its side.
Running through the huge busted out the windshield, Shane felt the air from the Hunter’s hand swipe nick the bottom of his sneakers as he dove in between the seats into the sleeper cab that was thankfully empty of zombies or anything else. The Hunter was too bulky to fit all the way into the windshield hole and started slashing at the seats trying to get at Shane. He couldn’t afford to look up to aim, so he held the gun up and fired blindly, the recoil pushing him back against the wall of the cab. The Hunter screeched and then when the ringing in his ears stopped all he heard were the rotors of the helicopter and felt the wind whipping into the truck cab.
Climbing out of the wrecked truck, Shane stepped over the Hunter, blood pouring out of a gaping wound in its chest. His sneakers squished into the gore and then he hopped off and away from the monster in three ginger steps. Looking down across the giant square Shane saw the helicopter had landed and Natasha was already aboard as the helicopter started to lift off. He noticed only she was looking towards where he was standing while the crew tended to her with their backs to the door. She mouthed the words, “Thanks, kid!”
Shane stood there stunned. He realized to his horror that Natasha threw a rock at him to make him scream and get the Hunter to attack him. Before he could run three knives sliced down his back, shredding his backpack and snapping the straps off his shoulders.
Shane screamed but the helicopter was already above the rooftops and heading out of sight. He stumbled forward trying to grab his own back to make the burning of his open wounds stop. His vision darkened around the edges and his knees and then his body hit the grimy street as he blacked out face first. He suddenly heard the Hunter growling over him followed by a shout that seemed so far away.
“Shane!” A voice shouted in a German accent that seemed familiar as the boy struggled to stay awake. He tried to push off the ground but his limbs wouldn’t respond. “Kill it!” yelled the voice as multiple shots were heard ripping through the Hunter’s flesh, its final scream a cut short in a death rattle as it fell back away from the Shane.
“Shane!” The voice shouted again as the boy weakly tried to pull himself to his feet but failed, slamming back into the overturned truck just missing the dead body of the Hunter. Two strong gloved hands grabbed him and lifted him off the ground. “Shit, Shane, you okay? Hold on…” Kristoff said picking him up cradling him against his chest as he took off in a run. “Fall back! We need to get out of the city!” He snapped at the other members of his team as Shane cried out in pain. Kristoff looked down at the boy as the radioman called in their waiting helicopter. Kristoff shouted to another man, “Medic! Tend to the boy, the rest of you watch the perimeter, we’re not safe yet!”
As the medic examined the boy’s badly clawed back, he sprayed something cool on it from a can that seemed to make the burning stop. Shane said weakly, “…she left…she just left me… why? I…thought we… were friends.” As his vision blurred and darkness overtook him Shane’s last thoughts were Natasha, sitting in the chopper coldly smiling at him as she escaped and left him to die.
Shane’s eyes snapped open. It took him second to realize he was dreaming and he wasn’t still in Raccoon City. His breathing was starting to calm down as he rubbed the soreness from his arms and neck. He was covered in a sheet of cold sweat that made his clothes stick to him in a way he had always hated after one of these nightmares.
They always seemed to make him aware of his wounds. Just when he would forget about them his nightmares would remind him he didn’t make it out of that godforsaken city without a scratch and without sacrifice. Sometimes late at night when he had one of these episodes Shane could swear he still felt that Hunter slicing into his back. The room was partly dark now and he almost mistook it for his cell before he saw that it was still the nicely furnished room he had been in before his episode. All he remembered was that woman speaking to him and then his vision went red and then nothingness until the nightmare.
He was alone and the only sound in the room was the gentle hum of an air conditioner pumping cool air from a vent above his bed. Shane sat up slowly and put on a new lamp that was sitting on the nightstand next to the bed. Wiping his hair back with his hand Shane stood up and took off his sweat-drenched white tank top and looked across to room and saw the full-length wall mirror he barely took notice of before when he was awake.
Shane stood in front of the mirror and then turned around and twisted his head around to see the wide scars that ran the length of his back in a diagonal. Shane still couldn’t believe it didn’t kill him or paralyze him considering all three claws raked directly across his spine. So damn lucky he wasn’t infected but he smiled to himself remembering what Wesker had told him but then Natasha’s face flashed inside his mind and he instantly became angry again.
“Damn woman...” He said in a low growl rubbing one of the scars. “I should have known better…I just should have known…” He said scolding himself. Shane walked away from the mirror still tracing part of the scars with his finger. “I won’t make that mistake again.” He whispered as he walked towards a door marked as a bathroom.
As Shane got into the bathroom Wesker hit a button on the wall that made the mirrors in both rooms opaque. He had the special soundproof room specially built as an add-on to Shane’s bunk room so he could record and personally monitor him without his knowledge. Wesker turned towards Excella who had been sitting in a comfortable chair in the small soundproof room.
“Well, what do you think?” he said to her.
Excella sighed, “I think you’re extremely lucky he rambles in his sleep.”
Wesker smiled, “Luck has nothing to do with it, my dear. One of my pet projects at the asylum was the use of hypnosis. Once a patient was in a deep enough trance or in Shane’s case, the proper sleep state, we could trigger them into speaking using subliminal audio queues through a hidden speaker in the room.”
Excella seemed to understand now, “Oh, so that is what you were whispering into that microphone. So now we know I remind him of that Natasha woman. What can you do to fix it?”
Wesker smiled, “Now that I know what it is, I can add in a subliminal routine into the white noise recording I have pumped into his room and it will eventually make him trust you or at the very least not try to attack you.”
Excella seemed happy with this, “I think I can win him over as long as he doesn’t become a violent one, darling. I won you over after all, didn’t I?”
Wesker smiled tightly, “That you did, my dear that you did. Let’s get to sleep, we have a much to do tomorrow.”
With that, the pair exited the hidden room and retired for the night.
Fifteen minutes later…
Shane came out of the bathroom feeling better after having a quick hot shower. When he walked into his room he was toweling off his hair. When he pulled the towel from his face he was surprised to see fresh clothes neatly laid out on his bed which had been made.
Shane felt weird knowing someone had been in his room while he was naked in the shower. Feeling self-conscience he wrapped the towel around his naked waist and walked over to the clothing. All of them seemed to be a designer label and everything from the tank top to the fancy boxer shorts were black. The only exceptions were the pair of white athletic socks.
Shane was amused by this since he had planned to wear this exact outfit once morning came. He smiled and thought to himself, “It’s like they read my mind.” Shane was thrilled knowing he finally got some real clothes for a change instead of those uncomfortable institution clothes from the asylum.
He took a deep breath and stretched his arms above his head, flinching slightly from a sharp pain in his right shoulder, when Wesker had twisted it behind his back that day at the asylum, he definitely pinched a nerve but it would be fine once he worked his arm around for a while. Slipping on his boxers Shane was impressed with how comfortable they were, almost like silk.
Walking around in the boxer shorts to ‘test them out‘, Shane walked in a circle and then toward the desk and the bookshelf at the far end of the room. He noticed the laptop was still there and noticed it was still on. When he opened it, the screen lit up and a window asked for User Name and Password. Behind the open window was the famous TriCell logo.
Shane wondered aloud, “TriCell? Is that whom they worked for?” He stared at the screen for a moment, shrugged and closed the laptop. He knew without the name and password it would have been futile to sit there and try to do anything with it.
Looking at the bookshelf, Shane licked his lips grabbing one of the thicker books off the highest shelf. Its green hardcover and gold lettering ‘The expanding world of Botany’ made it stand out to his eyes. Popping it open he read about various flowers and their uses making him remember his gifts his grandpa Oswell always sent him.
Shane suddenly stopped reading as soon as the thought entered his head. Sofia wasn’t his real mother, and if she wasn’t his real mom, then who the hell was Oswell? Could she have made him up to make him think he had relatives like a normal kid or was there something more to this? Shane shut the book and placed it back on the shelf.
He would have to go to the one man who might be able to shed some light on this but it would have to wait until morning when he was awake. Shane suddenly felt giddy again. He could actually go outside this room in the morning and do whatever he wanted. He could go outside and not have to look over his shoulder and he could do whatever he wanted in his room and nobody could stop him. Shane ran over to the bed and started jumping on it like he used to do as a kid before belly-flopping onto the mattress which seemed to let him sink into it like a giant mushy sponge.
Shane was ready to lie down and try to sleep some more before morning but then he saw a covered tray of food on a small trolley near the plush couch. Shane crawled off the bed towards the trolley and grabbed the covered plate. A small note that read ‘Take your pills’ was perched on top of it. He saw the tiny cup on the trolley next to a large bottle of water near where the plate was. Shane grabbed the cup and popped the pills into his mouth without hesitation before washing them down with the water.
He grabbed another book off the shelf, climbed back onto his bed and read it as he munched on the banana that was sitting next to a large sandwich on a roll and a cup of orange gelatin with fruit inside it. Shane smiled as he read since he felt like he was fourteen again, studying in secret to improve his mind and knowledge. He recalled how he often hid the books he had under his pillows or under the bed though when it came to the Playboy magazines he had managed scavenge during those years, he hid them in a much better spot under a loose floorboard in his closet.
The food that was given to him was fresh and tasted so much better than the asylum food and he relished every bite of it. Shane smiled eating the sandwich while looking through the pages of the biology book he had picked out. He flipped towards the back of the book and looked at the back cover and saw a faded ‘Property of Umbrella Corp.’ stamp across the back.
“Umbrella…” He said in a whisper and without realizing it his back started to itch and he began rubbing it against the backboard of the bed to make it stop. Realizing he was being silly Shane flipped the book back over to the page he was reading before. “Doesn’t matter anymore…” He said to himself. “Umbrella is dead and anyone still left alive that knew me from there is either dead or thinks I’m dead…”
Shane scanned through the book when he noticed there were handwritten notes on some of the pages and as he scrolled through there were more and more of them. Whoever wrote them obviously had some strange ideas about the things talked about on each page. Shane read the book in under an hour, including the notes and he seemed to absorb the information just as easily as he had in school.
Closing the book Shane’s mind started wondering where Wesker was and what he was doing before thinking of his girlfriend Excella, he growled to himself thinking of her face and voice but he realized he had to stop hating her. There was no way she was Natasha, she was not the woman that almost had him killed. She’d done nothing wrong except introduce herself and he reacted like a wild animal. He may not like her but Shane was determined he would have to be friendly towards her.
1998 - Raccoon City - Seven Hours after First Infection
“Where is that damn helicopter?!” Kristoff snapped looking at the radioman who shook his head unsure himself, they were told it would arrive in a few minutes, and that was twenty minutes ago. Kristoff and his men knew they needed to get out of the city now. The outbreak was spreading like wildfire throughout the city. Already several units of UBCS had failed to report back in or simply couldn’t be raised on the radio as the night wore on into the morning.
Frustrated by Umbrella’s incompetence with this whole operation Kristoff cursed, “Das ganze Betrieb ist nur eine riesige Wichserei!” before kicking a chunk of wood away from his boot. Kristoff shook his head to shake his anger away. He needed to stay frosty for his men’s sake. Without a good leader, they would lose cohesion as a unit and then they would be no better off than the poor bastard civilians trapped in this hell hole.
When he thought of survivors, Kristoff looked over at young Shane. The boy was barely in his teens and already he had survived in a place worse than any war zone a person could imagine. Shane was lying on his side as the medic was sowing the boy’s back shut as best he could with his field kit.
Kristoff was genuinely concerned for the boy, “You holding up okay?” He asked kneeling beside Shane. Shane took notice of the patch on Kristoff’s sleeve and seemed to get agitated. Kristoff looked at the patch and then at Shane, “I’m a UBCS, Shane. It stands for Umbrella Biohazard Countermeasure Service. It sounds complicated but what that name means is when something like this happens we’re sent in to help civilians get out of there. You have my word I will do whatever I can to get you out of here safe.” With that said Kristoff extended his hand as Shane nodded lightly placed his trembling hand in Kristoff’s hand and shook it once.
“Thank you…” Shane said weakly before looking away. Everyone he had trusted to help him at this point had died or abandoned him. Shane felt hopeless and thought no matter what anyone said, he couldn’t trust them anymore.
Kristoff frowned and mumbled, “Was haben Dir die Hurensöhne angetan?” when he realized what the boy was mumbling about before. Someone he trusted had abandoned him to die.
Kristoff spoke sternly but softly in his thick German accent, “Listen to me, Shane. We’re not leaving you behind. We’re leaving this city today and taking as many survivors as we can with us. Any man here will sacrifice himself to make sure you get out of here safe, right boys?” In unison, the squad answered back,
“Yes, Captain Rohm, sir!”
The Captain smiled tightly and never broke eye contact with Shane. “I’m not going to lie to you. We can’t stay here much longer and we have no choice but to move on to another extraction point. We have to cover several blocks until we reach the main highway access. Once we're on the overpass we can signal our chopper. If that fails we can hoof it from the overpass to the military roadblock outside of the city before anything bad happens.”
“I…I’m not sure….” Shane replied. “I mean, with all this going on in the city, there are things out there, x-factors you can’t imagine. If you come up against something you’re not prepared for then what?”
Kristoff smiled and pulled out an assault rifle with a grenade launcher attached to the bottom. “Do you see this? This is my X-factor solver. And if it doesn’t solve the problem I got six more around me that can.” He chuckled as Shane smiled slightly. “I’ll be carrying you myself, so don’t worry about anything, Sergeant Carmack here will be close by to make sure you don’t start bleeding again.” He told gesturing to the medic working on Shane’s back.
The medic continued to treat Shane’s wounds as he spoke to him, “Since we’re on a first name basis Shane you can call me Stan.” Said Sergeant Carmack in a British accent which seemed to comfort Shane a bit.
Kristoff nodded at Shane, “He’s one of the best medics I’ve served with Shane, so don’t worry, he’ll have you patched up and ready to move in no time.” Shane made a painful gasp as Kristoff looked at Carmack. “What’s the situation?”
Carmack sighed, “He’s sustained some very deep muscle and tissue wounds. It looks like the claws actually nicked some of his ribs but thankfully didn’t damage the spinal column.” Shane groaned feeling a needle being pushed into his back.
Stan spoke apologetically, “Sorry Shane, you needed that to help stop the infection from spreading. This will be uncomfortable but you’ll live. I’m sorry I can’t do more until we get to a proper medical facility.” Sergeant Carmack wrapped bandages tightly around Shane’s torso. When he finished he took off his green medic’s jacket and put it around Shane.
Carmack smiled, “Be a good chap and sit still and keep that jacket on, right? You’ll need to stay warm.”
With that Carmack walked a few yards away to where Kristoff was standing with a pair of binoculars. Pulling out a file from his medical bag he tapped Kristoff on the shoulder and with the file and then handed it to him, “You’ll want to see this old boy.” He said opening the folder showing Shane’s picture. “This was one of our objectives Mr. Spencer gave us personally.”
Kristoff swore in disbelief, “Scheißdreck…”
Both men looked back at Shane who had his eyes fixed on the other members of the team. They turned back around while Carmack continued to speak, “I thought that might perk you up. I heard the others say that if we did find him we should hold onto him for ransom or even sell him to the highest bidder. Someone who is supposed to be the perfect human might fetch a hefty sum.” Kristoff looked at him sharply and then back at Shane trying to sit up and wincing in pain.
Kristoff seemed unsure, “I don’t know…” He said in a whisper before looking at the file with their objectives again. ‘Extract the subject alive.’ His eyes fell back to Shane now sitting up watching the others patrolling the area before lowering his head. “Something wrong Shane?”
“I miss my mom…” he said, his voice cracking slightly. The simple response from the young boy seemed to affect a lot of the men. Some looked at each other or him for a second feeling sorry for him while others simply maintained their vigil watching for movement from any shadow. Shane slowly crossed his arms over his legs grimacing in pain, “Can we leave now?” He asked looking at Kristoff and Carmack. He could see they were studying a folder with some papers in it but right now he didn’t care. He just wanted to get out of there.
“Soon.” Said Kristoff, as he handed the folder back to Carmack, who immediately stuffed the file into his bag. Kristoff smiled, “Very soon, I promise.”
Shane yawned and stretched his arms again before rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Licking his dry lips, Shane grabbed what was left in the water bottle near his nightstand and drank it all down before crushing the empty bottle in his fist and tossing it in a nearby bin.
He had enjoyed the reading and the meal but he couldn't shake this uneasy feeling he had. Besides the fact Excella sounded like Natasha there was something else bothering him but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Dismissing his feelings, Shane cleaned up the rest of the mess he had made after eating and then sat there on the edge of the bed a long time.
His left elbow rested on his left leg while his forehead rested in the palm of his left hand, his hair falling over his fingers, he felt lonely and bored now. Sure he was lonely in the asylum but he would at least interact with human beings on a regular basis. So what if they were either insane, an orderly or some asshole guard, it was still human contact of some kind. But here, there was nothing.
Shane was bored, he wanted to sit down with Wesker and talk with him some more. Perhaps get to know him better and what his mysterious plans seemed to be about. He scanned the room again and realized there was nothing in it apart from him really. In the asylum, he was used to having someone watch him all the time, not so hidden cameras kept a close eye on him and remained out of his reach in the far corners of the ceilings, but here the corners were empty except for a shelf or a painting hung near them.
As crazy as it sounds Shane had always felt a certain kind of comfort from the cameras unless he needed to be alone. Certain drives and needs could never be stopped by the medication no matter how strong it was. When those urges hit that was when the cameras became his enemies forcing him to hide under his bed to read from that trashy romance novel or to take a certain other matter into his own hand.
He smiled lightly remembering he slept better under his bed after that and it was an old habit of his that he still found hard to break even now. He had loved that the orderlies and guards would get irritated to no end by this. In the beginning, it would make them panic when they checked his room and all they saw was an empty bed. He'd been beaten a few times for doing it but after a while, the guards figured it was another of his crazy quirks and nothing could be done about it.