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Resident Evil: Shane’s Story by TheOracleDragon
Chapter 6


Five Hours Later…

Shane sat on his bed staring at the floor; his hands resting on his legs as his mind roamed to what Wesker had told him. He was still trying to accept it, accept the fact he was engineered, the fact that he just met his blood father.

He smiled lightly, soon sighing, before looking at the glass door hoping to see Wesker, but it was empty. He coughed and rubbed his left arm feeling the bandages. He slowly unraveled them revealing scabs, multiple scabs, and long cuts from a surgical knife. Slowly he touched them with his fingertips, feeling them gently he frowned feeling a few were still tender. He soon reached under his pillow pulling out a roll of fresh white bandages; he stole that off a guard while he was fighting a week before.

“Should be healed by next week.” He said to himself wrapping his arm up but paused, slowly he looked up seeing Wesker standing there, a small smirk appeared on the side of his face. “Sir.” He said going back to wrapping his arm back up.

“How’s the arm? Still healing? Very soon you won’t need to bother with those bandages anymore.” Wesker said looking at him.

“It hurts but I’ll live..” Shane replied finishing before looking at him. “What do you mean by that last bit?”

Wesker smirked slightly and zipped open his jumpsuit down to his navel and opened it showing his stomach. “Do you see any scars? No? What would you say if I told you that something once punched claws the size of your arms through my abdomen and out my back and then tossed my twitching corpse to the ground after it broke my spine?”

Shane made a painful expression and rubbed his arms some getting the feel of it before looking at him. “Ouch…was a Tyrant wasn’t it?” He asked, how Shane knew what a Tyrant was made it puzzling then again Shane survived Raccoon City, he must have seen one there.
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.

Chapter 7

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.

Chapter 8

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.”

Chapter 9


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.
Often times it was his only time alone to do what he pleased, but thinking of doing it now in this new place in the open made him feel uncomfortable. But considering the bed he has was the kind with no empty space under it, instead, the mattress laid on top of a solid oak platform with drawers arranged on the side for clothing and extra bedding. It would be next to impossible to fit inside one and he dismissed the thought immediately.

Shane chuckled at the thought of huddling inside a drawer and stood up from the bed and moved into the center of the room. He pushed the food trolley and a large easy chair out of his way so he could have more space. Once that was done he started to stretch and caught his reflection in the large mirror. It had been so long since he last saw himself in a full mirror and realized how much different he looked now compared to the last time he was able to do this. Still feeling uneasy he looked around the room again and made sure he was really alone and that there was no hidden camera anywhere. Certain he wasn't being watched by cameras Shane locked the door and then took a heavy oak desk chair against the door wedging it under the doorknob before moving back to the mirror.

Turning his head from side to side he realized his hair needed cutting, that was for sure but he couldn't help but turn around and look over his shoulder at the scars on his back. He could still feel the pain of the claws ripping through him scooping out chunks of flesh. How the wounds felt like burning gasoline was being splashed into them every time he breathed or moved and the filthy air of that city seeped into his wounds.

Shane let out a sigh thinking about that night in Raccoon City wishing it would go away from his mind but it would forever be there, like everything else that has happened to him. He wanted those images erased from his brain but no matter how hard he wished it they never left. He hit the mirror with the palm of his hand making a loud slapping noise but the mirror didn't budge from its frame. Hot tears of frustration started to stream out of his eyes as he shut them tight and rested his head against the mirror. His sobs fogged the thick glass as he questioned why he was ever created.

As far as he could tell his life from the very moment of conception was a lie and it had been serving no real purpose since he was taken to the asylum, "It was just all so fucking pointless, tests and more tests, indignity after indignity heaped upon me and for what?" he thought as a tear streamed off his cheek landing on his bare foot.

He wiped his closed eyes on his forearm making it slick with tears. Shane wanted to be stronger but it was just too hard sometimes. He was well aware his mental and emotional states were so messed up from everything that had happened to him. But he read of other survivors who went on to live normal lives, so why couldn't he? Was fate so cruel it would deny him something as simple as an average life? He often found himself wondering what if that day in Raccoon City didn't happen, where would he have been at this moment instead of falling apart?

Shane stood there sobbing as he wondered, "Why am I even still alive?" Umbrella never used him for whatever purpose they created him for so what did Wesker and Excella have planned for him? He wanted to know, he had so many questions tearing at his brain but the same thing kept happening. He saw someone in the mirror he barely recognized and all he could do was slide down on his knees crying.

He desperately wanted it to stop it but he couldn't and all the pain and emotion he had bottled it up and forced down inside him was finally being released in one long body shaking torrent. Sofia's death, the only person that was there for him gone forever, and then he thought of Kristoff, was he even still alive? His chest tightened up and he clawed at it with his right hand and his left one punched the floor.

His throat was raw from breathing so hard and the mucus from his nose was making him gag. He started coughing and but even after expelling what was in his throat out he still couldn't make it stop. He realized it wasn't just from the crying as he had hoped but it was the coughing fits he had before returning in full force. They made him curl over and get on his hands and knees coughing wildly before they finally subsided enough for him to breath normally again and was able to sit on the floor panting, trying to catch his breath.

"When will this end…?" He asked in a harsh whisper wiping the wetness from his face with his hands before looking at the mirror again disgusted with himself. He became angry and thought, "If I'm so fucking perfect, why don't I look it?" He stood up and ripped his boxer shorts down tossing them onto the plush couch. "No more crying, I'm not a scared kid anymore." he thought, "If this is me now then I need to get used to it and stop whining and stop feeling sorry for myself!"

Shane stood naked in front of the mirror studying his body and face. They had no mirrors in the asylum though Shane managed to swipe a small pocket mirror out of a nurse's purse once it wasn't something he could use to see himself as a whole. Even the bathrooms didn't have mirrors and he was only able to get a shower once a week at the asylum but he was watched even then by the orderlies who often gave him strange looks when he was soaping himself up.

Shane hit the mirror again and still, it didn't budge in its frame. He remembered those guard's looks reminded him of the bastards who hounded him as a teenager just because he was different. Bullies always hated him because he was smarter, faster and more mature than they could ever hope to be. Soon he looked at himself smiling a little bit at seeing everything on him was fine even from behind. He froze when he realized the only scars or visible markings were the scars on his back. His face fell quickly to his left arm, he hadn't noticed the scars on it were missing after he peeled his bandages off. Even more incredible there were no signs of scabs or even cuts on his skin.

A shaky breath escaped him, did those pills he had to take make him heal that fast? Were they really healing pills like Wesker told him? "What the hell is going on..?" He asked shaking his head before looking into the mirror again. He held up his arm and twisted it around in the mirror to make sure he was seeing it from both sides and saw it was a perfectly normal arm with no scars of any kind on it. He smiled and thought, "If the scars on my arm could vanish like that could the ones on my back be far behind if I keep taking those pills Wesker gives me?" Shane was suddenly overtaken with joy at the thought that maybe he could be normal again.

He hadn't realized how good it felt being nude until this point, free from wearing clothing but it also allowed him to admire his changes, all those workouts were paying off, he was developing a six pack, something he thought only guys in comic books had. Shane bent his knees and watched his muscles tense and bulge. He stood up and flexed his arms and noticed they were still thin but somewhat more muscular as well. Turning around again Shane wiggled his ass at the mirror and chuckled, "Kiss my ass you losers! Let's see you try and bully me now!"

Shane turned around and stood straight and mimicked one of Wesker's stances pretending he was talking to that asshole orderly that used to pick on him. Shane started laughing when he realized he did look a lot like Wesker than he had previously thought. "Maybe he really is my dad." He turned around and spun back towards the mirror and struck a pose he remembered seeing in an old movie from the 1970s that was about disco. He then put his hands behind his head before sticking his tongue out at the mirror swaying his hips around in a circle before doing some hard pelvic thrusts at the mirror.

Shane remembered he had done that one time before when he was fully dressed. When he was thirteen another kid from a different class had tried picking on him. He had a lisp and Shane remembered doing that dance in front of him saying it was the kid at his gay dance party and that the last part was Shane with the boy's mother. The kid got angry immediately and tackled Shane into the grass beside the playground. Despite his initial first strike Shane ended up on top of him after a few well-placed punches. His victory was short lived when he was grabbed by a teacher and dragged into the principle's office. After Sofia scolded him Shane did his best from that point on not to fight and he became the victim of bullies because of this.

Shane still looked at himself in the mirror and started rubbing his right arm, there were so many times he wished his father was with him back then, there was so much he needed to speak to Wesker about, like his real mother, Alexia. He was only told her name but was never given any specifics beyond that. Who was she? Where had she been while he was growing up and more importantly where was she now?

A sigh escaped his lips as his headache came rushing back, the pain forcing him to put his boxer shorts back on before removing the chair from the door, once it was back behind the desk he crawled back into the bed and laid on his side with his back facing the door. He put himself through too much. He had too many emotions raging inside of him and it made his head hurt whenever he had an episode like this. Shane relaxed and let his eyes close and let sleep claim him once more.

Behind the mirror a camera silently watched Shane sleep. Excella sat in her bungalow by herself and cut the feed from the camera to her laptop after saving the video file to an encrypted folder. She wore nothing but a long white bathrobe as she sat in the plush red velvet desk chair sipping a glass of wine.

She knew hacking into Wesker's camera feeds would come in handy. Clearly, the boy had emotional issues but there were also some… delicious possibilities she hoped to explore with him once she gained his trust. Excella closed the laptop, walked into her bedroom and slipped off her robe before shutting the door.

1998 - Raccoon City – Several days after First Infection

It had been almost three hours since the pilot from the extraction helicopter radioed that they had to withdraw from the city when the pilots and several civilians were wounded from stray gunfire. They had been flying in low over an apartment building attempting to rescue survivors who were held up on the roof. Somehow the virus carriers broke through the barricade they had made and one man armed with a machine gun began firing wildly as he was swarmed and pulled apart.

The decision was made to get back to base and treat the injured leaving Kristoff and his men to fend for themselves. After Kristoff was told this he was given more bad news which made him once again start cursing in German at the person on the other end of the radio. He didn't say what was going to happen just that they had to double time it to a new extraction point on the overpass leading out of the city before dawn.

Shane had tried to walk on his own but the pain kept him from walking very far or very fast and now with this new deadline upon them, Kristoff insisted on carrying the boy strapped to his back on a makeshift cradleboard. One of the men in the company referred to it as a papoose.

Shane hated not being able to run like a normal person but the pain in his back was too intense for him to do much. His legs shook whenever he tried to do it on his own and if he tried to raise his hands above shoulder height it also caused him sharp pains. Kristoff made Stan wrap his torso in an extra roll of bandaging so the shaking from Kristoff's jogging wouldn't rip Shane's stitches.

The men formed a square formation around Kristoff with Stan following right behind keeping an eye on Shane. Whenever they would stop to take a short breather Stan would always check Shane's vitals and ask how he was feeling. Being around these soldiers Shane felt safe and secure despite the madness that was all around them and he was impressed with the efficiency of the team.

As they made their way out of the city the attacks by the infected citizens became less frequent but even so whenever a threat arose, the team acted as one and dispatched it. Still, as safe as he felt Shane couldn't stop thinking of kept that lizard monster with the huge clawed hands. What was it? Had it been human once? Now that he had been scratched by one could he become one too?

Thankfully the team hadn't encountered one of those things in their run through the city. He knew they had shot and killed several infected humans whom some of the men referred to as zombies. A pair of zombie dogs came close to biting one team member when they suddenly leaped out of a storefront window but Kristoff and another member managed to kill them before the dogs got close to actually biting anyone.

Still, the thought of that lizard thing kept coming back to Shane. But more than that he kept hoping that Heather had made it out of the city and she was safe. Heather Peterson was probably one of the prettiest girls Shane had ever laid eyes on. She had sandy brown hair and brown eyes and almost always had a smile on her face. Despite his being a loner and something of a nerd whom the other girls ignored Heather had always been nice to Shane and the two became fast friends over the course of a few weeks. Before he had gotten up the courage to ask her out, Heather asked him to go out with her to the movies and at the end of the movie she had given Shane his first kiss.

The day the outbreak started Shane was on the phone with Heather when the line suddenly went dead. He tried to convince Sofia to go to Heather's parent's place which she reluctantly agreed to but during the run, he got separated from her. Shane did manage to make it to Heather's apartment building but the place was engulfed in flames. Heather's parent's car was missing and he had seen an abandoned backpack he knew was Heather's from school lying at the bottom of the stoop with some clothing spilling out of it. Shane had hoped this was a sign that Heather and her family made it out of the building before the fire started and that maybe they had made it out of the city as well.

It wasn't until the sounds of gunshots and screaming in the distance were heard broke Shane out of his thoughts. He hadn't noticed it but they were on the onramp leading up to the overpass. Surprisingly there weren't a lot of vehicles choking this section of road, unlike the city which was gridlocked with abandoned and wrecked vehicles.

"What is it?" Kristoff asked the point man over the radio as he and the rest of the unit knelt behind a large truck which was surrounded by wrecked vehicles of those having tried to escape the city's chaos.

"We got a Tyrant… Mr. X class B.O.W. dead ahead." Said a voice over the radio. Kristoff pulled out his binoculars and stood up to get a better view. Underneath the street lights up ahead Kristoff could see the towering figure of Mr. X circling around slowly towards a UBCS member who was firing. It charged him and he rolled out of the way just being missed by the great brute's fist. There were only a few other UBCS members shooting it in the back and side as it ran past but all of them seemed to be down to handguns and one shotgun. Hardly enough to handle a monster like that.

Kristoff put his binoculars down as the radio crackled, "Sir, do we engage?"

Kristoff thought for a second and then barked out, "Move in and help them; we can't afford any more delays. Rain hell on that thing as soon as you get within range, I want heavy weapons to take the point on this."

Kristoff quickly scanned the inside of the old station wagon next to him with a small flashlight he had attached to his vest. Satisfied with the cursory examination, Kristoff unbuckled the papoose from his back and set Shane down gently on top of the roof the wrecked station wagon. He was nestled inside the luggage rack and sat against a large suitcase strapped to it. The station wagon's front end had been partially crushed in by colliding with the broadside of a large container truck in front of them. Pieces of glass were scattered about from the windshield exploding out from the impact.

Kristoff spoke matter of fact to Shane, "We're still leaving but my men need my help with this thing. Once it's dead our path will be clear and we can get out of here. But I am not going to take you into a fight with this thing. The area is clear but just in case, take this..."

Kristoff pulled a handgun out of a holster on his boot that he had hidden beneath his pants leg. He took the safety off and handed it to Shane who seemed surprised. Kristoff continued, "I know you know how to handle a weapon. If anything at all comes near you demand they halt and identify themselves. If they don't give you a verbal answer, shoot them in the head."

"But…" Shane said pointing toward the battle. "We're so close to it." He said wincing as he shifted his weight slightly to get comfortable.

"I know Shane, but as long as you sit here it won't be able to see you. The wrecked truck in front of you is blocking his view." He said checking his weapon before hearing his team opening fire in the distance. "Sit tight Shane, I promise I will make it back to get you out of here. Just stay alert." With that Kristoff jogged around the sideways truck towards the battle.

Shane looked at the gun in his hand and felt the weight of it. He remembered Kevin Ryman letting him hold his service pistol and actually letting him shoot it a few times in secret. Shane's hands shook slightly as a cold breeze whipped through the wrecked cars making a haunting whistling sound as the sounds of yelling and gunfire echoed in the distance. Several of the street lights nearest the wreck was not working so only the glow of the moon shed a small amount of light on this section of freeway.

Shane was listening to the battle in the distance so he hardly noticed the sound of something moving beneath him inside the station wagon until he felt a soft thump of something sliding into the passenger seat beneath him. He froze and gripped the gun tight, looking around to either side. The passenger side door was crushed against the concrete divider so he focused his attention on the front of the car and the driver's side door.

The moon was briefly blocked by a passing cloud and when it shined again on the car Shane noticed a small hand reaching out onto the hood from inside the car. Soon another hand snaked out slowly and Shane raised the gun and pointed it down towards the hood. His hands shook as a young girl with brown matted down hair slowly pulled her self onto the hood. Another cloud passed over the moon enveloping the area in darkness again for a brief moment. When the cloud passed Shane was shocked to see the name on the back of the soccer shirt was Peterson.

His throat went dry when he realized it was Heather's soccer jersey and that he must have been sitting on top of her family's car. In the darkness, it just looked like another abandoned wreck on the overpass to Shane. Maybe she was injured and hid in the car after something happened to her family? He was about to say her name when Heather pulled herself further onto the hood and her midsection abruptly ended in a bloody tangle of bone and internal organs.
Shane's hands started shaking violently as he let out a strangled squeak of a whisper, "Heather…no…"

With that, Heather stopped crawling and turned her head slowly to the side looking over her left shoulder. Her milky white eye stared blankly up at Shane, slowly pulling herself around the glass on the hood and left out a wet gurgling moan. Her hands clawed at the roof grabbing the front of the luggage rack as Shane panicked and scrambled backward against the suitcase behind his back. He gritted his teeth and let out a muffled groan from the pain from hitting his back off the bulky luggage.

His eyes had dancing spots of light and he blinked them away in time to see Heather's face leering at him over the front bar of the luggage rack. The right side of her face had been torn apart. Shredded muscle, tendon and dangling scraps of flesh hung loosely around her exposed cheek and jaw bones. Her eyes and the glass embedded in that side of her face almost seemed to glow white in the light of the moon as she stared at Shane unblinkingly.

Shane was shaking as he raised the gun, "Please don't… please, Heather please don't…" he repeated out load without knowing it.  His body was wracked with pain and it made it difficult for him to hold still. Hot tears started to flow from his eyes as he blinked and Heather was slowly inching towards him. Her mouth was open now and she let out another moan as her bloody fingers grabbed on to Shane's sneaker.

Heather moaned louder as she grabbed onto his pant's leg gripping his calf hard and pulled herself closer. Shane pressed the shaking barrel of the gun against her forehead, "Heather forgive me…" he whispered as he pulled the trigger. The back of Heather's head exploded in a shower of gore as her hand spasmed on his leg one final time as her grip loosened and her torso flopped backward onto the hood of the car. Her lifeless eyes stared blankly into the sky as Shane sat there weeping.

Shane wasn't aware of how long he sat there with the gun pointed at Heather's corpse and he didn't react when Kristoff and Stan rushed back towards him. His eyes could not stop crying and staring at Heather. Kristoff gingerly removed the gun from Shane's grasp and as he tried to get him to focus on his voice. Shane didn't really hear it or notice Stan examining him and shining a light in his eyes nor did he react when Kristoff scooped him up into his arms and began running with him towards a helicopter in the distance that had landed on the overpass.

All Shane could do was look back over Kristoff's shoulder and see Heather looking up at the moon one last time before she disappeared behind a wrecked truck that grew more distant with each hurried step. All Shane said in a low, robotic whisper over and over again was, "Heather forgive me…" as he was loaded onto the helicopter…


The night had been wonderful despite the fact Shane had been dreaming of Raccoon City again. Surprisingly his mind didn't subject him to one of the thousands of nightmares he usually had regarding that place, instead, he relived a memory of he and Kevin Ryman when they would be at the park. Even though Kevin was exhausted after being on night patrol in the city he always made time to take Shane to school through a shortcut in the park that led to the school. Shane loved Kevin and he would sometimes ask him to stop so they could play catch or do something fun for a while before Shane had to go to class.

Those days stuck with him the most out of his better memories. These were the times he actually felt that Kevin could have been his father or at the very least a replacement of his father he had long been told was dead. When Kevin would come by the apartment Shane and his mother shared, it made him feel happy. He was always there making a joke or a wise-ass comment which always made Shane smile and his mother laugh.

Shane always looked up to Kevin and his cool devil may care attitude. On a few occasions, Kevin secretly took Shane to a shooting range in the woods just outside the city where he would let him fire his .45 pistol which was one of the best times Shane would ever have with him. That's where he learned to fire and handle a gun and where Kevin got serious and taught him the proper way to handle weapons and how to respect them. It was during these times that Shane's desire to be a cop like Kevin or maybe even join the army bloomed in full.

His mind switched and Shane suddenly dreamed of Heather who always said being a cop was too dangerous and would beg Shane to reconsider when they were alone together supposedly studying in her room. Heather's parents both worked afternoons so when Shane and Heather would get out of school more often than not they would head to the brownstone apartment building where she lived that stood near the park.

Heather's big argument was always, "Shane you're too smart to be a cop! You learn every subject you take in school so easily. You should become an inventor or a scientist."

Shane would try to argue his point but Heather would always get the better of him. He was a teenage boy after all and all Heather would have to do is kiss him and suddenly only that kiss mattered. They had never gone "all the way" but they came pretty damn close a few times. His mind would always go back to these moments or that cheap romance novel and play out erotic scenarios in his head as he slept.

Shane was in a deep sleep laying with his back to the door to his room so he was unaware of the door softly opening and a figure standing in the darkness looking at him. Shane was curled up and hugging the extra pillow in the bed. He coughed which made the person in the doorway step backward half a step slightly closing the door. They paused for a minute and then slowly opened the door again and stood there for a moment before taking a few steps in the room and closing the door until it was only ajar.

Excella stood there in the darkness of the room looking at Shane sleep in the soft dim light of the half moon outside that shone directly through the large window. She knew this was dangerous but she couldn't help but want to be closer to Shane to look at him. Albert was off-site miles away checking on things with Ricardo Irving and wouldn't be back for hours. Everything in this section of the compound was suffering a power blackout thanks to an overloaded breaker. It wouldn't be fixed until dawn so Excella took this opportunity to pay a visit on the handsome young man who fascinated her. She needed the excitement of being this close to him in the room since watching him on her pirated video feed was losing its thrill, especially since the boy never seemed to do much of anything except sleep and exercise in the nude.

The scars on Shane's back seemed somewhat smaller than before but no less vivid in the moonlight. Shane's muscles rippled underneath the large slash marks as he breathed in and out slowly and deeply. Excella scanned his body hungrily and bit her pointer finger contemplating running her nails down his back during sex. The covers only covered Shane's lower body just below the top curve of his bare buttocks and Excella couldn't stop staring at them like a horny teenager.

Shane coughed again and Excella's heart pounded faster for a few beats as she thought of her excuse for being in the room if Shane had woken up. There was a brief moment of silence as Shane slowly rolled onto his back with his legs flat on the mattress and one arm draped lazily over his chest. Excella gasped and clapped her hands over her mouth to stop the noise when she saw the sheet over his crotch pushed up like a circus tent straining against the main pole holding it erect.

She couldn't believe the size of it, it had to be an illusion. She knew it was big when it was flaccid and he exercised in front of the two-way mirror but seeing it at attention like this blew her mind. She had been with many men before this but none of them compared to the size of this…thing she was looking at.

Excella decided she couldn't fight her urges anymore and she had to see this masterpiece unveiled. Excella crept to the foot of the bed and slowly grabbed the sheet covering Shane and very, very slowly started to pull them towards her. Shane's breathing stayed deep and only a part of him stirred slightly as the sheet was slowly pulled down to his knees.

Excella's eyes bulged in surprise as she had to once again suppress a giggle looking at this tower of flesh standing there proudly before her. "I wonder if I could touch it without waking him?" she thought to herself, "Shane had been taking his pills after all and they did make him very sleepy afterward, but would they make him sleep that deep?"

Excella was visibly excited by the thought of doing this but then Shane stirred again breaking her out of her musings. He mumbled something incoherent as his hand and arm twitched. Excella froze for a second before Shane mumbled a name that sounded like "Natasha" and his hand clenched in a fist and punched the mattress hard.

Excella was startled by the sudden violent motion and quickly ran out the door which shut with a loud clack. The sudden noise made Shane's eyes pop open and he sat up bolt straight looking around the shadowed room. He blinked and rubbed his eyes looking around and saw nothing out of the ordinary. He couldn't recall what he was dreaming about but it must have been something exciting considering the covers were on the floor and he had to piss so bad he had a full-blown case of morning wood in the middle of the night.

Shane rubbed the top of his scalp, got up and went to the bathroom. It felt like forever since he took a leak and once it was done he felt a million times better. He flushed the toilet, washed his hands and came back into the room. Shane lied down in bed but couldn't seem to fall back asleep. He laid there for twenty minutes and decided he had obviously been dreaming of something exciting and sexy considering things hadn't calmed down for him any more than when he first awoke. Shane grabbed a wad of tissues in his left hand, closed his eyes and slowly rubbed his right hand down his chest and abdomen…

Inside the hidden room behind the mirror, Excella watched the event unfolding in front of her with growing excitement. She locked the door to the room and slipped out of her black dress and thong. She decided if Shane was going to put on a show this good far be it from her to pass up this solo performance.

Several minutes later Shane threw out the used tissues once he was done with them. He stretched a little in front of the full-length mirror, coughed and then laid back down, snuggling the extra pillow as he pulled the thin top blanket over himself. The asylum rarely allowed patients to have the good, thick blankets and sheets unless they were sick. Feeling this slick cool material on his skin made him smile contentedly as he drifted quickly back to sleep.

Excella was pulling her dress back on over her sweaty body. She blew a kiss at Shane from behind the mirror and left the hidden room. It was near dawn when she slipped into her bungalow and took a nice long soapy shower before laying down in her silk-sheeted bed and drifting off to sleep.

Wesker returned from his trip with Irving sometime in the afternoon. When he heard about the breaker failure it had already been fixed and Excella reported to him that there were no incidents other than the power failure in Shane's section during the night. Wesker seemed agitated until Excella further explained that she personally checked on Shane herself via the hidden room and the boy did nothing except sleep during it.

Wesker was irritated that the subliminal recording was missed by Shane during REM sleep but he knew that Excella did all she could to make sure his projects were running smoothly so he couldn't blame her for a mechanical malfunction and let her know he appreciated her checking in on Shane personally. Excella smiled, "It was my pleasure dear Albert."

Chapter 10

1998 - Raccoon City - The End of Raccoon City

The helicopter landed in the designated safe zone on the highway, there were a Chinook and a large metal container, about fifteen survivors all locked on the railing of the highway gazing at Raccoon burning in the distance, a woman was walking around trying hard to not cry. Once the helicopter landed she ran over watching Kristoff and his men along with the other team get off before gasping loudly seeing Shane.

“Shane!” She screamed running over nearly making Kristoff raise his rifle considering he and his team had been watching him for the past few days, Shane barely recognized his mother as she fell to her knees hugging him, her hot tears falling on him as he cringed in pain when her hug got too tight. “My baby, thank God you’re alive!” She sobbed as Stan tried to pry her off.

“Ma’am, you need to let go, you’re hurting the young lad.” He said as she looked at him and then at Kristoff confused. “He’s hurt.” Stan continued seeing Sofia finally notice the bandages.

“Oh my God, what happened?!” She gasped looking at them both, Shane hugged her crying, she kissed his head as Kristoff told her what happened and Stan filled her in how he gave him a shot, she knew it was an anti-virus shot but fortunately she had enough of Shane’s shots that she can give him to help if there was an infection. “Thank you for taking care of him.” Standing up they heard something loud thundering overhead drawing their attention to the missile.

“Raccoon’s end…” Kristoff said watching it vanish into Raccoon City and then the bright light, the thunderous boom startling everyone that was there making Shane hold onto Sofia’s hand and Kristoff’s leg as they watched Raccoon vanishing in a large cloud of fire and smoke. “That’s it for Raccoon…” He said as Shane hugged his leg more making him look down at Shane before looking at Sofia looking at him. “You have a great kid.” He said smiling lightly looking her over, she was a Native American but could not see any resemblance between her and Shane.

Stan was looking at the file again as the rest of the team watched on outside of the helicopter at Raccoon burning, he read more about the file and then looked at Sofia, her picture was in the file and she was listed to be terminated making him frown seeing Shane hugging her around the waist trying to stop crying but who can blame him after all he’s been through, Kristoff soon joined him.

“We got as many as we can…” He said looking at Shane as Sofia looked him over stroking his head and cleaned his face. “But we still have a job to do…but I don’t know if we should or not…” He said looking at Stan and the file.

“I think we should scrap this mission,” Stan said watching Shane. “The kid has gone through enough pain and suffering already and who knows what Umbrella wants with him and his mother being terminated, it doesn’t sound good.” He said showing Kristoff who frowned instantly.

Shane hugged Sofia and told her what happened, how he had to kill Heather making her hold him again trying her best to comfort him.

“I wish dad was here.” He said crying even though he never knew him; he needed more comfort besides from his mother.

“Hey, squirt!” Called a familiar voice making Shane stop crying instantly raising his head to see Kevin coming over making him smile instantly. “Missed me?”

“Kevin!” Shane shouted fumbling over to him hugging him around the waist trying to fight off the burning pain on his back, Stan was already up and over to him making sure nothing was wrong. “I thought you were dead.”

Kevin laughed at that. “I’m not going anywhere. That’s for sure.” He said bending down holding up his .45. “I got this, remember?” He asked as Shane smiled and nodded. “Besides, I can’t go dying without making sure you and your mom were okay.” He said making Shane smile more watching him stand up. “You look like hell Sofia, how long have you been out here?”

“A few days.” She said keeping Shane close to her before leading him to a bench making him sit down pulling a bag out from under it, Shane remembered her packing things into it and flinched instantly seeing his shot. “You need it, Shane, I don’t want you to get sick when we leave.” She said as Kristoff came over, he’d been watching them.

“Ma’am, what kind of shot is that?” He asked drawing Shane’s attention quickly, Kristoff could see he was scared.

“It’s his medication, he takes it every year.” She said looking up at him before checking the needle. “It helps his body become stronger.” She said holding Shane’s arm now as he looked away groaning feeling it enter his arm. “Plus it’ll help with any infection.”

“He doesn’t like it,” Kristoff stated the obvious. “But then again who doesn’t?”

“Are you leaving?” Shane asked once Sofia was finished, Kristoff could see in the boy’s eyes that he didn’t want him to leave.

“The team and I will have to.” He said shaking his head. “We have to report to HQ about what happened. But we can stay a little longer.” He said sitting down next to Shane who leaned against him.

“Thank you.” He said softly. “I can trust you…” He said soon falling asleep leaning against Kristoff’s arm.

That was the last time Shane ever saw him again….


3 Hours Later…

Wesker came by to check on Shane to find him working out in the middle of the room, before watching him throwing some punches and elbows, Wesker shook his head, he‘ll have to tell Shane once again to get some rest.

“Still not resting like I asked you to.” He said startling Shane slightly since his back was to Wesker the entire time plus the door opened without making a sound, in the process, Shane nearly fumbled to the floor when he was throwing another punch.

“Sorry…” Shane replied coughing for a moment seeing the food trolley being brought in by someone making him curious but the person left as Wesker walked over. “You’re spoiling me you know that..” He said as Wesker patted him on the shoulder. “I’m… I'm not used to this…”

“You will over time,” Wesker said handing him a book. “Read it, I expect you to be done with it by the time I come back.” He said as Shane looked at the bold words on the cover. ‘Tyrant Program’ before looking at Wesker.

“Where are you going?”

“Out, I need to…check on a few things before we get started with your training this week.” He said smiling lightly. “Just make sure you don’t hurt yourself more than you should, you’re still recovering and I expect you to not cough once you’re healed otherwise I’ll take you back to the asylum.” He said which made Shane stiffen.

“Hell no.” He said hurrying to the couch and sat down opening the book as Wesker chuckled and headed for the door. “Hey…” Shane said looking at him making him stop. “…thanks for…everything so far..” Shane said as Wesker nodded before leaving closing the door behind him locking it from the outside as Shane opened the book seeing ‘Albert Wesker’ written on the hardcover making him smile before looking at the food cart, he placed the book on the desk before pulling the trolley over wanting to eat while studying, he found three sliced hard boiled eggs making him smiling popping a slice into his mouth finding it was well cooked.

“Mmm, haven’t had a hard-boiled egg in years.” He said savoring the taste smiling seeing he was given juice and milk before laying the book in front of him opened after moving the laptop to the side. “Wonder why he wants me to read this…?” He wondered grabbing another slice reading the pages, but the more he read it felt like a sci-fi novel, by the time he finished it he was out of juice and egg slices making him pout but he had more food and smiled seeing the applesauce.

“I guess they know of my diet too…” He mumbled looking back on it, he was rarely allowed to eat anything that wasn’t fresh and full of vitamins, minerals or antibiotics; he was only able to sneak out and get a pizza, a hot dog, or even a burger was when Kevin took him out for fun, he could still remember the first time he had the sweet taste of chocolate ice cream in his mouth as he licked it slowly savoring it all. “She would have killed me if she knew.” He said with a laugh putting the book aside and looked at the books on the shelf.

He wonders more now about the Tyrant program, seeing all the stuff in that book made him wonder if he could try something different but then he felt he shouldn’t, he didn’t want them to know he was smart since he was still thinking about Umbrella but he had to stop thinking and start acting. Umbrella was gone, wiped out with Raccoon City, like his life was.

“Shit…I need to stop thinking!” He complained every time he thought of the past the more depressed he got. “Read, get your mind off of it, learn and expand your mind, you’re behind the time's kid.” He told himself standing up looking at the books before grabbing one on Virology making him smile.

“Grandpa Oswell gave me a book like this one time, it was so fascinating like on page 209, how it talked about how you can splice a virus with that of DNA.” He said smiling before pausing. “I’m losing it…” He said shaking his head opening the book before rubbing his head. “I always wanted to try and make something with this information..” He said in a whisper grabbing Wesker’s journal and opened it before looking through the drawers finding a few blank papers and a black marker making him smile looking at the whiteboard.

In school, Shane excelled in science, biology and sometimes math, he didn’t put his all into his school work to hide his intelligence so to not raise questions and now he could try and do something combining all that he had learned into something more. He fought hard trying to keep his mind from wandering to Umbrella, that was the only reason he didn’t get there was because of the fear Sofia instilled in him about them being hunted like wild animals. He frowned thinking how many times they had moved before finally stopping in a small town in Pennsylvania. Making friends in that small country town was hard at first and he made them by helping them out.

Everything was going great till his birthday came up, coming home to find Sofia on the floor dead, her dead eyes looking right at him. A tear soon escaped his one of his eyes hitting the book as he quickly wiped his face, he could still remember that day…


430 Peach Run, Fulton County, Pennsylvania - 2 years after Raccoon City - 3:30 PM EST

Shane laughed as he looked at his four friends, he couldn’t help but take Paul’s hat and put it on his own head before telling another joke, he loved being with his four best friends, each one from a different ethnics and like him, different. Though he hated being alone and even being with others, a lone wolf, he found comfort with four others, for he found that sometimes they too were victims of bullies but together, no one bothered them that much.

Shane didn’t like being alone, but what else was he going to do with the bullies at his throat all the time? He needed companions, even if they were temporary. He hardly ever spoke about what happened in his life, only that of what Sofia told him to say. That he once lived in Raccoon City and moved, nothing about the zombies, his wounds, the deaths, nothing. He hated it, it hurt more thinking of Heather. But he had to move on thinking about his new temporary friends.

Paul Nathan was half white and African-American but was an amazing football player, his toughness made him the best of the defense and he had a very tender heart which helped Shane learn how to make girls like him course he was the tallest of the five of them making Shane feel short at times but not like Matthew.

Kyle Chow, he was Chinese but had a mouth on him when provoked but he was the president of the chess club and the kid knew how to make the best homemade noodles in town and the best meals. Shane often found himself going over to Kyle’s for dinner with Sofia cause of the healthy foods his family cooked.

Nathan Wallace, now this kid was something that Shane enjoyed, he was a Scot and Irish descendant with a mixture of the two accents. He would often time teach Shane how to box or wrestle but he was always the stronger plus he was the oldest and the first to have a drivers license. Shane looked up to him as an older brother.

And finally there was little Matthew Morgan, the kid was the shortest of them all but was an amazing skateboarder there was in town, he was pureblood New Yorker till his folks moved down here to get away from city living but that didn’t stop him from skateboarding all around town, teaching Shane in the process how to skateboard which didn’t turn out too well.

Kyle had left moments later after they settled down near the parking lot of the high school, the day of learning was done and they crew were hungry so Kyle went to get some food for them leaving the others to relax and plan for the rest of the day.

“Yo Shane, when’s the party?” Matthew asked sitting on the steps moving his skateboard around under his foot looking at Shane leaning against the tree next to the steps looking at his biology book. “Shane?” He asked again grabbing a pebble and threw it hitting Shane on the head making him look up.

“What? Oh…Um…I think at 5 tonight.” He replied burying his face back into his book as Paul chuckled hanging now upside down on a branch above Shane making him look up at the guy. “What?”

“You are such a dork.” He said laughing dropping his hat on Shane‘s head. “Every place we go your face is buried in books, mostly stuff we aren’t good with!”

“Yeah! Like that one you’re constantly reading about, that virology book you said you got from your grandpa.” Nathan said on the other side of the tree peeking around, his red hair really stood out compared to his blonde goatee. “How you managed to keep it that long since Raccoon is beyond me.”

“My mom held onto it,” Shane replied smelling Chinese food making everyone look to see Kyle on his bike riding over through the parking lot, the basket on the back holding a large thermal bag. “Yes!” Shane shouted closing the book as Kyle parked the bike.

“Who wants Chinese?” He asked as they laughed, once everyone was given their dishes Kyle started telling jokes and some wisecracks before making a silly face using his chopsticks. “Shane, you wouldn’t mind helping me out with the science fair project would you?”

“What you going to do?” Shane replied slurping up a long noodle as it slapped his chin and then nose making him smile as Kyle told about condensation. “That’s fairly easy to do, you would need a fish tank, sand, a sheet of plastic, a cup, a stone, and a lamp.” He said nodding. “It’s pretty easy to do. First, you do….”

Present. After studying, two hours later...

Wesker came back into the room seeing new formulas written on the whiteboard and Shane sleeping resting his head on his arm on the table holding a black marker, the books, and tablets that were there were open and showing the works of Umbrella. A smile crossed his face seeing that and soon heard Shane mumbling something, sounded like he was trying to explain something. The formulas written on the board were for a Tyrant program, Wesker recognized it as his work but Shane did some changes to it making him wonder more before hearing Shane give off a cough and then sniffle before mumbling.

“…and then you add the plastic…” Shane mumbled making Wesker look at him before looking at the formula on the whiteboard soon hearing Shane give off a small cough again. “Ugh… I gotta stop sleeping like this.” He grumbled slowly sitting up straight and stretched while yawning, never even noticing Wesker was there. Wesker watched him surprised he didn’t notice him, even when he got up to get onto the bed.

“Must be exhausted.” Wesker thought observing Shane lying on his side, going back to sleep. “What was he reading?” He wondered looking at the books soon spotting one on the corner of the desk that had another book lying on it, upon further investigation he discovered that Shane found the page talking about Hunters. “This will be an interesting night,” Wesker whispered looking at Shane.


153 Pleasant Hill Road - Fulton County, Pennsylvania - 2 Years After Raccoon City - 4:55 PM EST

 “Listen, I’m telling ya, that you’ll love the cake she makes,” Shane said adjusting his backpack as they walked the streets with his friends as Matthew skated past. “The strawberries she adds are always so fresh.” He added as Matthew skated past again. “Will you knock that off?” He asked as Matthew came up again.

“You’re just jealous because I can skate,” Matthew said picking his skateboard up before looking at the other side of the road. “Besides, I think that guy is following us.” He said with a head gesture as the group stopped and looked at the man, he was wearing a black trench coat, sunglasses, a black wool hat and had black hair on his head and face.

“Looks like an old fisherman or a Navy man,” Paul said moving on. “He might be drunk so let’s keep going.” He said as the rest followed with Shane looking back curious but ran ahead of the group continuing to talk about the cake. “So your mom makes all of it from scratch?” Paul asked as Shane nodded. “Wow.”

“She makes all our meals from scratch, says that I need a good diet,” Shane said as they neared his home, once again he shifted his backpack as he remembered the lizard creature from Raccoon City tearing his backpack then off his back making him shiver as he slipped the key into the lock. “Hey mom, I brought my fri--.” Shane stopped in mid-sentence as the door fully opened as the keys fell out of his hand, his eyes locked onto the being on the floor in a pool of blood.

“Shane?” Nathan said looking in gasping seeing Sofia on the floor before pushing his way inside checking her for a pulse. “She…she…she’s dead...” He said hearing movement in the house but didn’t think about it as Paul quickly pull Shane out of the house and called 911 on one of their cell phones.

It was less than ten minutes that the police and medical crew arrive at the house, Shane was sitting on the sidewalk as a crowd started to gather as he shook his head as a cop started to talk to him, but he couldn’t think right and he couldn’t get her face out of his mind, she was looking right at him when he opened the door. Nathan started to tell them what happened when they arrived and when he mentioned hearing footsteps in the house Shane knew instantly who was behind it, hoping for so long they had forgotten about Sofia and himself.

“Not again...” He said shaking his head before getting up and took off in a run down the street making the cops shout at him but he was so fast and so far gone that he wasn’t going to stop, not now. He nearly stumbled going down the hill frantically pulling his truck keys out of his pocket before fumbling to the ground dropping them. “Come on!” He snapped at himself grabbing them as he sprinted toward a red truck, he wasn’t allowed to park it at the house since he was still learning to drive. After unlocking it and jumping inside Shane couldn’t help but wipe his face free of falling tears, ever since Raccoon City, he had a hard time trying not to cry when thinking of the things that had happened to him and now this.

Shane sniffled as he started the truck and pulled out heading toward the highway just ten miles out of town; he was shaking and trying hard to focus on the road as his free leg shook as he followed the road not noticing the black SUV coming up behind him fast. The first hit knocked Shane forward making him look in the review mirror, thankfully the seatbelt kept him from hitting head against the steering wheel making him look at the side mirror as the SUV hit him again causing him to swerve.

Panic filled him now as they neared the bridge making him try and keep the truck going and avoid being hit again but the third hit counted, one of the back tires of the truck blew out startling him as he tried to keep the truck straight, even when he tried to slow down the SUV fishtailed him making him turn sideways as the right side of the front end of the truck hit the railing of the bridge turning the truck sharply whipping Shane’s head to the side and then toward the other hitting it hard on the window cracking it before something hit the truck head-on knocking him forward hitting the steering wheel as the truck tumbled down the hill into the cold river below.

Shane was knocked out from the blows his head sustained and the more his truck sank into the water, the more the cab filled with water and soon it was over his head, each breath he took the more he was dying.

On the road people had stopped to watch, few screaming someone should help whoever was in the truck, the man in the black Navy attire hurried over watching the truck sinking more and more into the cold river, with haste he took off his coat and hat while carefully running down the bank before jumping into the water, the coldness sending spiking signals through his body demanding him to leave at once, but the boy needed saving.

The truck had settled at the bottom of the river by the time he got there, breaking the window was easy since it was already damaged but he quickly went back to the surface coughing and took another deep breath before diving back down, his body already stiffening his movements as he pulled himself partway inside to get the seat belt off, the blood in the water made it hard to see but the current was pushing it away as he started to pull Shane out.

Breaking the surface was inviting as the man caught his breath as he pulled Shane to shore, other people had gathered there at the bank to help, Shane was laid on the shore as the man checked him while coughing, a few of the folks couldn’t believe he managed to keep his sunglasses on.

“He’s not breathing.” Someone said as Shane’s chin was lifted as a few breaths were forced into him and soon compressions against his chest. “I hope the ambulance arrives soon.”

Again another breath was forced into Shane’s lung as the man continued to do CPR, one of the women was already holding her hands to her face trying not to panic if Shane didn’t cough. The man kept going even as the ambulance arrived, as he was pushing more air into Shane’s lung the boy coughed as his lungs tried to get out as much water as possible as he gagged for breath making everyone sigh in relief as he opened his blue eyes, he wasn’t all there as the medics got to him checking him as one gave the man that saved him a blanket leading him up to the ambulances as Shane was carried up and placed into the ambulance as it took off…

1:20 AM

Shane sat on the floor trying to stay awake. He slapped himself in the face to wake himself up more since he didn’t want to sleep, he had another nightmare and it scared him greatly making him feeling his back over and over checking to see if there was any blood, any dangling flesh or muscle. Those yellow reptile eyes and inhuman screeching howl seemed to haunt him whenever he shut his eyes. Shane had been reading one of those Umbrella books and was horrified when a chapter of it showed a picture of the same type of Hunter that attacked him, reviving that memory and the pain. Slowly he pulled his legs up against his chest wrapping his arms around them laying his chin on his knees as he rocked.

Wesker watched him from behind the mirror, observing him but he felt something and he didn’t like these feelings he was developing for Shane, parental feelings. Ever since he read Shane’s file and learning what happened to him using the subliminal audio, he was starting to feel sorry for him wondering now himself, what he would have done if he knew about Shane long ago in Raccoon City.

Would he have killed him? Taken him in? Would he still be the same as he is today or different? So many questions flooded into his mind and he had to push them aside watching Shane struggling to stay awake rocking slowly before finally falling onto his side sleeping once again. The medication was helping him heal as was sleep; he had to keep putting sleeping medicine into Shane’s food to make him sleep considering he was still not healed from the procedure. But there was one thing he needed to know from Shane besides what was in his past.

Who was in that room Shane was taken to and those who took him? That Russian provided little information and died holding his secrets making Wesker agitated, Shane was the only one that could give him information about who was there. He was certain Nikolai was there but who the others were he had to find out, but why didn’t the other guards, orderlies or even the cameras catch anything suspicious, this agitated him greatly forcing him to make a fist as his eyes glowed slightly, something was going on behind his back and to his only child, his prodigy, the prince of his coming new world.

Shane was able to withstand Uroboros; Wesker saw that after collecting some blood samples from Shane while he slept, the two fused perfectly together like his blood did. A doctor came into the room drawing his attention for a second holding out his hand as he was given a lab result and the doctor soon left. Wesker raised a brow reading the latest lab results, Shane’s blood accepted Wesker’s virus which wasn’t much of a surprise but it was elating to know he was going to be able to accept it.

Soon his gaze fell into the room seeing Shane sitting up again trying hard to stay awake. There was so much potential in the boy yet he needed to be stronger, stronger than he could imagine before smirking checking his phone seeing a live feed of the vest being put together for Shane to wear during their training.

“This sucks!” Shane snapped drawing Wesker attention to the room seeing him hit the floor. “One lousy picture and I have nightmares,” Shane growled getting up looking in the mirror before hitting it with his fist soon hitting it again before coughing holding his chest. “Argh, come on, this has got to stop.” He said turning around leaning against the mirror sliding down to the floor. “It’s dead, gone, but why am I still coughing and hurting? It’s been a few days since the procedure…”

“That’s what I’m wondering,” Wesker said crumbling the paper up tossing it into a trash bin before leaving the room soon entering Shane’s room drawing his attention. “How are you doing?”

“I feel like crap,” Shane said as Wesker looked at him before kneeling and staring him straight in the face. “What?”

“Hold still,” Wesker said grabbing Shane’s face pulling a pen-light from his pocket checking Shane’s eyes out raising a brow. “You’re coughing must be from the damage the plaga did inside you.” He said putting his pen-light away. “This is puzzling. You show no signs of it being in your system and the results have come back clean and yet this cough persists.”

“You really think it might be from it, just suffering from what it did to me?” Shane asked as Wesker nodded as Shane asked, “How long will it take till it goes away?”

“With you taking your pills, it should clear up in a few more days with proper resting, meaning no extensive and strenuous exercises.” He said as Shane sighed. “I mean it, Shane, the last thing you need is to be coughing up blood.” He told standing up pulling Shane up in the process.

“Now go to bed and don’t worry about your dreams, you’re safe here.” He said nudging Shane toward the bed before heading to the doorway soon watching Shane sit on the bed. “Get some rest, I’ll be back to check on you in the afternoon.” He said as Shane nodded as the door closed. Wesker turned and swiped his key card into the reader watching the red light blink on as the door locked, only he and Excella had access to Shane’s room, and the only one knew the code and that was the one that brought Shane his food.

There were a lot of questions going through his mind now; Wesker had a hard time concentrating with the morning errands he had planned and the daily check up on his main plans. Shane kept nagging at him, but he knew the boy was strong and can handle himself but at times he was still a child who was longing for comfort from someone. Excella had been talking to him about something but he didn’t hear it all, only telling her to go see Shane and talk to him, which, even to Excella, was surprising considering Shane was still listening to the subliminal audio to help him get used to her. Was this going to be a test to see if it worked?

Excella agreed to go see the boy, but she was cautious in doing so. When she stood at his door she had to take a deep breath before swiping her card and opened the door finding him sitting on the couch looking at an old book. When Excella looked down at him she saw nothing threatening, just a lonely young man who needed attention.

“What do you want?” Shane asked not even looking up from his book. He was trying hard not to think about Sofia, how she reacted when she found out what the Hunter did to him, her tight hugs always made him feel better.

Excella said softly, “Albert, your father, wanted me to check on you.” She looked around his room noting nothing was out of place and her gaze soon fell to the desk seeing the laptop was still there and blinking showing it was on. “I wonder why Albert left this in here--!” She was startled feeling arms around her body and a body pressed against hers. “S-Shane?” She asked feeling his head against the back of her neck. “Something wrong?” She asked putting his arms around her body feeling him shake his head soon feeling his tears on her skin making her shiver and get goosebumps.

“Sorry...” Shane said letting go quickly wiping his face as she turned around looking at him holding her arms out some, a gesture for a hug and Shane took it without hesitation crying against her neck again. “I miss her.” He said weeping as Excella patted him on the back and kissed his neck savoring it while blushing. “I miss my mom.” He said trying not to sob.

“Shhh, you’re going to be okay Shane.” She said gently and soothingly as possible, smiling all the more at the work of the subliminal audio having worked so quickly on the boy. “She’s always here; she had you and made you a strong handsome young man.” She said squeezing him. “There, there, I’m here for you, shhh.” She said smiling wider as he hugged her more. As Shane held on to her, Excella started lightly scratching his back. “Shhh, I’m here for you.” She repeated as his crying slowed. “If you need anything from me just ask darling.” She whispered as he nodded before sitting down on the couch with him.

It was a few minutes of silence after the weeping stopped before Excella stood up having comforted Shane. She had listened to the desperation in his voice and understood what was wrong with him but she knew she needed to get going otherwise Wesker would get suspicious. Shane looked at her pleadingly as she turned around to say something. Excella froze when she looked back at him. She hadn’t expected him to become this needy let alone friendly towards her.

“Please stay with me,” Shane said holding her around the waist pulling her back down to sit. Excella was surprised when Shane bent down and nuzzled his head into her lap, the back of his head snuggled against her firm stomach as he held onto her waist like a needy child.

Gently she stroked his head like he was a cat, he never moved an inch holding onto her not wanting her to go just yet and deep down she realized she was enjoying the attention he was giving to her. Looking down at Shane, Excella saw he was falling asleep. Before she could stop herself she bent her head down and kissed his cheek. Shane smiled as he drifted to sleep while she continued to stroke his head.

Excella managed to get out from under him. Shane stirred a bit but didn’t awaken as she carefully laid him onto his back and shut the lights out before she left the room without making a sound. Excella rounded a corner into the room hidden behind the mirror. She reached into her purse and pulled her phone out, snapped it open and entered in some code that brought a hidden feature up on its display.
Excella smiled as she entered the mirror room, pulled a cord out of the phone and plugged it into a tiny jack in the side of the camera. As she typed in a final command the phone hacked into the camera feed as it started playing another time Shane was asleep on the couch lying on his back with the lights out. The time code in the corner of the video feed now matched the time and date of that day instead of the original night she recorded him.

Seeing her little toy was working she smiled gleefully and headed back to Shane’s room. She turned the lights back on and placed his head back on her lap. He mumbled something she didn’t understand under his breath as his head nestled into her warm lap. When he would wake up later he never knew she had left.

Shane stirred slightly when the door opened a few minutes later. A man wheeled in a food trolley which made Excella smile. A bottle of expensive Italian wine sat in a large silver bucket filled with ice. Two large wine glasses sat next to it covered in napkins along with a small covered bowl that was filled with grapes and other small fruits. Excella spoke softly, “What perfect timing. Thank you, that will be all.”
Once the man left she watched the shut door for a minute before gently stroking the hair on Shane’s head. She patted his cheek gently waking him up. Shane sat up wiping his eyes and was surprised to see the bowl of fresh fruit and the large green bottle. Excella stood up and sashayed towards the door, locking it before turning back towards the trolley.  
Excella walked over and placed her hands on either side of the wine bottles long neck and rubbed it inside the bucket making the melting ice slosh around. She then lifted the bottle out with one hand and placed it on a tray on the trolley. She picked up a corkscrew and with a few turns uncorked the bottle with a loud pop. She smelled the cork and smiled and then handed it to Shane to smell.

Shane took it hesitantly, smelled it and made a sour expression, “What is this?” he asked curiously as she poured the reddish purple liquid into two wine glasses. Excella handed him a glass which he took after handing her the cork back.

Excella smiled, “It’s wine darling. I thought you would like to celebrate your freedom in grand style.”
Shane smelled the wine in his glass wrinkling his nose at the smell. “With wine?” He asked incredulously.

Excella finished taking a small sip and then she nodded, “Yes.” As she sat down next to him.

Shane looked back down at the full glass, “I can’t drink this stuff...”

Excella placed her hand on his shoulder, “You eat grapes, yes?” She said moving her arm slowly to his back rubbing it in small circles.

Shane looked at her strangely,” Yeah, I love grapes but…”
Excella interrupted, “But nothing darling! This is just grape juice with a little pep to it.” With that Excella gently clanked her glass off Shane’s and said, “A toast to freedom!” She took a large sip while Shane looked at his glass for a second and then took a sip gagging in the process. “You have to drink more than that darling.” She said turning to the side as he took another long sip. Excella pulled out her phone pressing a few keys. In the mirror room, a small red light flicked on, recording what was going on into Excella’s personal laptop into an encrypted file.

Shane didn’t gag this time but his mouth and throat felt funny from the wine. As he finished his glass, Excella smiled drinking hers slowly watching him shake his head a little and fumbling to put his glass back on the trolley. Just as she suspected the poor boy was a lightweight when it came to alcohol.

“I feel…strange… happy but still kind of weird.” Shane said shaking his head again as she smiled setting her glass down placing a hand around his chin making him look at her, his eyes were glazed slightly from the drink. “Is this…normal?” He asked as she pulled him close pressing her full lips to his. Shane was surprised by this but something in him take over and he started to kiss her back. He shut his eyes and got lost in the wet hotness of their lips and breath mingling together. When he parted his mouth slightly to kiss her again he felt her wine-soaked tongue dart into his mouth dancing with his.

Excella’s heart was pounding. The boy was out of practice as a kisser but he would get better soon enough. Excella pressed her hands on his shoulders and made him lean and then slump back onto the couch. Their kissing was deep and passionate now as she ran her hands over his chest feeling his pectoral muscles and nipples stiffen under her massaging.
Shane’s right hand was behind her head and slowly worked down her neck towards the front of her collarbone. He hesitated and Excella grabbed his hand and put it directly on her heaving pendulous left breast. He felt her nipple get hard under his palm and he squeezed it and felt the only thing holding it back was the sheer material of her dress.
Excella broke their kiss for a moment and smiled at Shane as she sat up and straddled him. Grabbing the straps on her dress she slowly pulled them off each shoulder and down her arms letting her boobs fall free from the material as she slid it down to her navel. Shane ran his hands up her hips and ribs before grabbing one in each hand. As he massaged them with his fingers Excella bit her lower lip and smiled letting out a soft purring sound as she grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it off over his head interrupting the kneading of her flesh for a second.
Leaning back down Excella shoved her double D breasts into his face letting Shane kiss and suck her nipples. As he did that Excella ran her nails down his chest. Reaching between her legs she ran her hand over the hardness pressing against his shorts. Shane let out a muffled sound of surprise which sent a tickle through her right boob that made her giggle. Excella brought her hand back up and slid herself down again and French kissed Shane. As she did she ground her crotch against his and felt his throbbing member straining against the material of his shorts and her panties.
Excella started to slide her body down Shane’s and kissed her way down his neck and chest. Shane tried to pull her back up to keep kissing her but she stopped him, “Relax darling, relax…lay back down.” Shane complied and laid back with his head propped up on a thick throw pillow, all of this reminded him and Heather so long ago, when they were first learning how to work each other.

Excella kissed and licked down his abdomen, his breathing making his muscles tighten and relax in an excited rhythm. Her hands found his shorts and underwear elastic bands and pulled them down. Shane lifted his legs slightly so she could get both articles of clothing off of him with ease.
After throwing them on the floor Excella stripped out of her dress and panties completely and then got on her knees beside the couch. She grabbed Shane’s erection in her right hand and slowly began pumping it as she went back to kissing his stomach. Shane tilted his head back and let out a soft moan as her grip tightened and her stroking became a little faster.
Excella ran her tongue down the middle of his body until she reached the base of his shaft. She slowly licked her tongue up the throbbing tower of flesh feeling every ripple and vein underneath the silky skin until she reached the base of the swollen pink head. Swirling her tongue around it she slid her mouth down the tip as her left hand slid down the shaft and found his balls. She gently held and rubbed them as her head slowly bobbed up and down on the upper half of his erection while her right hand worked itself up and down on his shaft.
Excella could feel every heartbeat pulse through him as she slid the head of his dick down her throat. Shane let out a moan as he felt himself slide in and out of her wet mouth, her tongue tickling his member as she sucked it. It had been so long he forgot how great this felt. Excella worked for her right hand faster on his slick shaft as she sucked deep and hard on the head. Shane couldn’t help but smile remembering when Heather did this to him, Biology class making them ever more curious about each other's members.
After a minute of this Shane couldn’t hold back anymore and he let out a loud groan as his abs and balls tightened up and his cum erupted into Excella’s throat. She took a deep breath through her nose and kept jerking him off as she swallowed. When it finally stopped Excella pulled her mouth off of his cock and smiled at him. Shane was sweating and his face beet red.
He looked down at her and said, “Oh… oh God, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I couldn’t hold back… I should have warned you.”
Excella giggled, “Oh sexy boy you don’t have to be sorry, I wanted you to do that.” Shane seemed surprised and a little bit relieved by this. Excella continued to stroke him slowly; his erection throbbed but showed no signs of deflating. She reached into her nearby pocketbook with her free hand and pulled out a condom and ripped it open with her teeth.

Shane’s eyes grew wide as she said, “Now when you have proper sex with me you will last so much longer.” With that she put the condom on Shane’s cock making him watch, he couldn’t help but think of how he and Heather were that close to having sex, every time he would put a condom on, her parents would come home making him flee out the window or get dress quickly.
Excella soon straddled him, drawing him out of his thoughts. and slowly lowered herself onto his pulsing cock. She let out a small groan of satisfaction as she bit her lower lip again. Shane grabbed the sides of her hips and thrust slowly to meet her. Excella giggled and then put her full weight on Shane and started grinding up and down on him and he thrust in rhythm to her grinding.
Excella moaned and grabbed her own breasts, pushing them up and pinching her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. Shane started thrusting harder and harder as Excella’s breathing and moans became more rapid. She bent down and started moaning into Shane’s shoulder as she clasped her mouth around it. His hands worked their way around to her ass, grabbing it on both sides and pulling her down to meet his thrusts. Excella was practically screaming as her orgasm broke like a dam, her whole body rattling from her muscles violent contractions. Shane couldn’t hold out any longer and he exploded, his body shuddered as he gritted his teeth and came hard. Excella collapsed on top of his sweaty body and they both laid there panting.
Shane felt exhausted as Excella slid off of him. He barely moved as she pulled the used condom off of his deflating member and took it into the bathroom along with the rest of her clothes. Shane heard the toilet flush followed by several minutes of the sink’s water running. He finally managed to sit up on the couch and ran his fingers through his matted down hair.
Sweat beaded and cooled down his back and he could still smell her on him. Inside the bathroom, he heard gargling followed by another toilet flush. Excella came out dressed, her hair and make-up done and looking none the worse for wear except a slight wobble when she walked.
She went over to Shane and kissed him deeply. He could taste the mouthwash on her tongue before she pulled away again. “I have to go now, darling. I hope you enjoyed your celebration! Don’t worry I will take care of all this.” She waved her hand dismissively at the trolley. She took the wine glasses and bottle and put them back on the cart and handed the bowl of fruit to Shane. “Here darling, this will help you keep your strength up. Now get some rest, you earned it.” Before Shane could say anything Excella held up her hand, “Now I want you to remember, what we did here today was between us. Do not tell anyone, especially Albert what happened. You must promise me this.”
Shane looked confused for a second but then nodded, “Okay I promise but I don’t think I would have told him anyway…”
Excella smiled, “Excellent darling, excellent. Now keep in mind, if you’re a good boy and you can keep this secret we can do this again every time Albert is out on business.”
With that Excella winked at Shane and walked briskly out of the door with the trolley. Shane shook his head in disbelief and then a huge smile played across his face, “Oh my God… I’m not a virgin anymore!” With that, he jumped off the couch and started cheering and dancing around in front of the mirror celebrating.
Behind the mirror, Excella smiled at her new plaything. She waited until he showered, turned the lights out and went to sleep before she put the regular camera feedback on and left the room smiling.



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