The alarm was still on, the laptops backing up all the top-secret research files he gathered over the years. He was furious, pissed, angry and mad when he strode through the halls of his secret lab. TriCell was being attacked, the cameras were turned off as well as the lights, doors to his main rooms closed. It was a disaster.

"How could this happen?!" Wesker yelled through the halls, knowing that Excella can hear him through the radio.

"I, I don't know! Moments ago everything was fine. I don't understand-"

"You better understand or I will make you understand the consequences!" He growled, clearly frustrated about Excella's inability to lead and secure a lab. Excella swallowed hard, knowing that Wesker would indeed end her life if she doesn't fix the mess she created.

"I will clear this problem immediately!" She turned off her radio and got to work. The alarm was still ringing and Wesker turned to the nearest control panel, seeing that it is locked as well.

"Someone shut this damn alarm off!" He growled and the nearby scientists went to fulfill the wish of their god. Wesker growled again and felt relieved when the alarm went off. He tried to call the elevator for the undergrounds, but the elevator was blocked. Without thinking he forced the doors of the elevator open and jumped down to the lowest shaft. Thanks to the virus, he remained unharmed even when he hit the last B7 floor. He rolled up his sleeves and prepared himself to kick the ass of whoever dared to infiltrate his lab. He stormed off to the last room, seeing its doors wide open. It was the storage room…the storage room of the Uroboros. He sped up and ran, and seconds later he entered the room. Nothing caught his eyes…nothing, except the open container where he held the three samples of the Uroboros. He stormed off to the container, anger boiling up inside of him as he thought that all three samples were gone. But no. Two samples lied there untouched, the third sample, the one in the middle, was gone. He looked around only to see the empty shot of the sample on the ground. He took it in his hand as he turned on all the systems, causing all doors to open. He stood there, silently observing the empty shot of the Uroboros. Someone broke in, hacked the security of the entire lab and turning it into his own benefit, only so he could take the shot.

Wesker shook his head and smiled, the virus was still in the test phase, and whoever injected the virus yet would surely end up dead. He threw the shot in the corner, abandoning it, when Excella and the guards ran in. Excella saw he was pissed, even more then he was before, if that was even possible. She slowly approached him, her narrowed eyes watching him closely and her heart almost jumping out of her chest. Wesker glued his eyes on her face as he slowly approached her, she knew his eyes were glowing, even though she couldn't see them through his pitch dark glasses. Her back met the wall behind her but still he came closer, closer, until he pressed his body hard to hers. Her mouth fell open as his hand flew to her neck, grabbing her hard and chocking the air out of her lungs. She desperately tried to breathe, but his grip only tightened until there was no air in her lungs anymore.

"I asked, how could this happen?!" He growled, his face inches away from hers as her hands gripped his, trying to shake him off, but he was just too strong.

"I asked-"

"I- I don't know! Please…" She choked out and he obeyed, letting her fall down on the floor as he saw she wouldn't last for long. Pitiful human being, he thought as his boot connected with her ribcage. She screamed in pain and Wesker tried one more time.

"How could this happen? I pay a nice sum of money to the security systems, yet someone could hack through them?!" Excella regained her breath and looked up at him, pure terror reflecting in her eyes and face. How he loved to see people are afraid of him.

"It…it was a planned attack, I think. The systems were shut down five minutes before the alarm went off." That stirred something in Wesker and he hit her ribcage again, and again she screamed in pain.

"That means that one of your lackeys deactivated the systems!"

"Yes…yes, it seems so." She said breathless, and just when she thought he would hit her again, he turned away, his broad and muscled back now turned to her.

"I warn you Excella…this is your last chance. Find the one who did this and bring him to me." With that he left the room, annoyed, angry and frustrated. He took the elevator up, his mind thinking about who could be that skilled to hack his security system, then trigger the alarm from the inside out so it would block the way to the storage room. He found none. He knew capable, very capable people, but none had such knowledge to override such complex system. There were security locks everywhere, the password changed every five minutes…the doors of the elevator opened and he stormed out of the damned Tricell building. He went to his Lamborghini Gallardo and drove off to his mansion, half an hour later, he parked his car in his large garage, next to the large collection of luxurious cars. He went upstairs and prepared himself some coffee, he didn't need it, but he needed something to lower his temper. He turned on his laptop only to see all the files of the Tricell Company transferred on his laptop, just as he arranged the system to do in cases like these. A smiled appeared on his face as he saw that no files were stolen or deleted, and somehow he felt relieved. It still bothered him as to who could've done it, but then again it doesn't matter. The virus was fatal, for now, and whoever took it was surely dead by now. Wesker turned off his computer and went to his bedroom, stripping down his clothes on the way there. He lied down on his king size bed naked, putting his glasses on the nightstand next to his bed. It was afternoon, but he was tired, somehow, and soon sleep took over him.

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Her vision was blurred, her body burned from the inside out, but she swallowed every scream that would escape her because of the immense pain she felt. She wanted this, as sick and twisted as it was, she wanted it and she did it on purpose. She ran away fast, her speed inhuman, her sight blurry, but still it was sharp and she could see far before her. She reached a city, not sure what it was called, but she rented an apartment here and she desperately tried to find it before she would black out. Luckily she recognized the building as she approached it, a stone fell from her heart. She entered and walked up the bloody stairs, she cursed all the way up, until finally she reached her flat. The burning feeling never left her body, it pained her, yet she didn't want to scream. She was no weak little girl to scream, besides, she knew it would hurt. The doors of her apartment fell open and she entered, slamming the door shut behind her. She barely made it to the bed before she fell down, feeling as if she would start burning every second. Her hands fell in her dark red hair and she pulled it, hard, hoping to ease the pain she felt. Dear god, she thought as the virus slowly made its way through her body.

This is the end, she thought as she placed her hands on her stomach, the pain there immense like nowhere else. Her eyes were tightly closed as she thought that her body would explode like a bomb…but no. She resisted the pain, the burning feeling, all so she could be mighty, fast, smart…everything just as him.

With that thought gone, darkness engulfed her, and she stopped breathing…as well as her heart stopped pumping.

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Three days later…

Her head throbbed, her heartbeat slow, very slow, like it would stop any moment, every breath she took pained her ribcage, her legs and arms were heavy as stone, she could barely move them. She sat up as she heard some banging on her door. That woke me up, she thought as she lazily made her way towards the door, her legs barely putting step after step. She grabbed the door handle and opened the door, only to reveal the owner of the apartment, Henry Jenkins standing in the doorway. What the fuck does he want?

"Miss Sullyvan. Are you well?" The man was visibly shaken and she wondered why. It was only 11 am, she overslept a little, so what?

"Yes, I'm fine. What is it?" Henry swallowed hard, his face pale as the snow and his body shaking.

"Miss…you haven't left your room for three days…are you sure you are well?" It hit her then. A wicked smile appeared on her face as she felt the strength pulsing through her body, the tiredness she felt a while ago gone. She turned and took out her purse, she took five 100$ bills and gave it to Henry. His eyes fell on the bills then back at her, only to see her wicked smile.

"Here, for you Henry. Just shut your mouth about this, I will leave soon." Henry hesitantly took the bills, feeling as if something changed around her. He nodded to her and smiled before he turned and left. She closed the door and walked to the large mirror in her room, feeling like she's walking through the air. She looked at her reflection, seeing that there were no changes on her body, which she gladly embraced. Her body was her most used weapon. With it, she could turn the men into a walking mass of jelly, before they would submit to her. She leaned closer and saw her eyes color changed, from dark blue to dark red, almost brown. Her hair color was the same, dark auburn with a slight note of dark highlights. She smiled at her reflection and took her bag, she didn't have many bags with her. She was here because of something, and now that she got it, she could leave back home, to England. She moved to England after the incident in Rockfort Island, she carried a grave secret and she didn't want her brother finding out. But in the end he did find out and he pushed her away, only because the virus reacted with her cells differently. It didn't turn her into a zombie, no…it turned her into something that is even more dangerous than the zombie.

It turned her into a tyrant, a perfectly hidden monster. And for that, he pushed her away. That's why they stopped talking, that's why they ignored each other. Because she was different, she was no longer his little sis anymore…she wasn't Claire Redfield anymore.

She looked more closely at her reflection and her smile stretched even further. She could give a flying fuck for what he thought about her right now, or if he even considered her his sister. She saw the few wrinkles she had had disappeared, and she almost laughed out loud in happiness. That's who she was now, she wasn't Claire Redfield anymore. She was Claire Sullyvan now, and she didn't regret a thing. Now she had what she wanted, she had his strength, his sharp brain, his eagle sight. She was perfection.

Claire turned and left the room with the bag in her hand, determined to start something on her own. She studied microbiology and virology, she knew everything that there was to know about human genes and viruses, so she decided to study the new virus Wesker made. She had the money necessary to build a company, all she needed was to find a few capable people to help her. She stepped out of the apartment and the sunlight blinded her eyes so she took her dark glasses and put them on. Many hungry eyes fell on her but she only ignored them, knowing why they fell on her. She wore jeans hot pants and a white, almost transparent top with a small jeans jacket that was just long enough to cover her breasts. She called a cab and growled, she didn't like cabs but right now she had to use them. She told the driver to drive to the airport, fast, because she had a plane to catch.

Half an hour later she came to the airport and bought a ticket for the next flight to England. She was excited, she couldn't wait to get home and start her own company, her own research team, she would lure the finest weapon experts and virologists to her company, she would be the best.

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A few days later...

Wesker paced his room, his hands folded behind his back as he eagerly waited for his business partner to appear, Excella. She called him earlier this morning to tell him she found the guy who turned down the system, now she and him drove to Wesker in his neat mansion in Devon, nicely secluded from the main road. The sea was a few miles away, but still he could look at the sea from his large window in his living room, which happened to be an entire wall. He used a large, dark red curtain to cover the window when the need arises. A large plasma TV was placed in the middle of the wall, a large fireplace on another. His entire furniture was black and covered with leather. He drank his whiskey and stared out of the large window, the fire crackling in the fireplace. It took Excella a few hours to reach his mansion because she was practically on the other side of UK. It was slowly getting dark and Wesker looked down on his Rolex to see what time it is. It's 5 pm and he slowly started to lose his patience when suddenly a car hooped in front of his mansion. Wesker smiled wickedly as he drank his whiskey, he was expecting them so his staff would show them inside.

A few minutes later, Excella and the traitor entered his living room, and Excella couldn't help but feel a little warm at the thought of having Wesker here, while the fire crackled in the fireplace. Her eyes fell over his body, his sexy back turned to them and she couldn't hide the smirk on her face as she started to speak.

"Wesker, here is the one that caused so much trouble." Wesker didn't even bothered to turn at first, he took another sip from his whiskey before he lazily put the glass on his glass table. He then turned and it was then they saw his eyes glowing red with hatred under his glasses. With the blink of an eye he appeared in front of the man and roughly pushed a shot in the man's chest. The man fell on his knees and tried to breathe, but the virus already started to work. Wesker looked down at the man, his angry, narrowed eyes directed at him.

"You have exactly two minutes to start explaining." He took out another shot filled with a neon green liquid.

"If you want to stay alive." The man breathed heavily, but still he found his voice as he felt the virus already destroying his organs.

"A woman came and told me to give me a fortune if I shut down the system for five minutes. I took the money, but..but please, I have a wife and a kid and argghhhh!" The virus crushed his heart. Wesker lied, the virus was working within seconds and he regretted that he used so much on him.

"Pathetic human being. I forget how easily they can be dealt with." He walked back to the window and crossed his hands behind his back. Excella looked down at the body, then back at him. She couldn't ignore the heat between her legs whenever she looked up at him. She graciously walked towards him in her sexy yellow, skin tight dress with matching high heels. Her breasts peeked out, as usually, but Wesker cared less because simply, she's not his type. To be honest, no woman is. She gently put a hand on his shoulder and the other on his chest, feeling his strong chest muscles under her hand made her almost moan.

"As promised, I have taken care of the problem." She almost purred that sentence out, but again, Wesker was cold and ignored her. Instead, he had other worries.

"But you have not found out who ordered the man?" Excella leaned away from him a bit, her hands still resting on him.

"What does it matter? There is no one who could survive the strength of the Uroboros. It is too mighty…" Her voice trailed off as she gently ran her hand across his chest, then went lower to his abdomen.

"…you are the only one who could tame Uroboros." She lifted her head towards his and tried to kiss him, but she was stopped with a tight grip around her neck. She gasped for air as Wesker lifted her and carried her towards the nearby wall before slamming her back on it.

"Pathetic." He growled at her face, his grip around her neck firm and god that turned her on. Suddenly his grip tightened, leaving her almost breathless.

"I could end your life now, Miss Gionne, weren't you so valuable for my research." He released her face and her feet felt ground again. She touched her neck and looked up to him, only to see him looking down at her.

"You're dismissed...Miss Gionne." His voice was low and annoyed, but Excella understood it as warning. She turned and left his mansion without a word, heartbroken and frustrated. She loved that man god dammit, how can he not see it! She sat in her car and told her driver to drive her home. It will be a long ride to home and the day was very tiring. She couldn't wait to get home and have a nice relaxing bath.

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Two months later...

Claire made all the necessary call's that would bring her closer to making her own company. She had the money which she stole from Wesker when she hacked his system (not much, just around 5 mil $), she had the knowledge. The only thing she still needed was a good company name. To the world, it will be a company that helps discovering the flaws in the peoples gene's and try to 'repair' them. Truth is, they would study deadly viruses and try to improve the gene's with them, without a fatal outcome. She finished a call with a Spanish investor who found the idea highly interesting and he said he would invest in her work without a second thought. A few investor's have declined, telling her that there were already companies that studied the healing of fatal gene's. Idiot, she thought as she sipped her whiskey in her apartment she bought when she got home. It was a nice cozy apartment in the middle of London, she always wanted to live here. But as soon as her company starts she would buy herself a mansion, somewhere secluded and hidden from the main road. She smiled wickedly at the thought, having her own mansion and being one of the most wealthy people in the world...suddenly her phone rang and she picked it up.

"Yes?" A small silence, then the voice spoke up.

"Miss Sullyvan?"

"Who's asking?" She was arrogant, probably a side effect of the virus.

"William Rednox speaking. I'm sure you heard of me." She stopped, her heartbeat frantic.

"You mean William Rednox, CEO of the Umbrella Corporation?"

"Correct. I have heard that a young, ambitious mind is trying to fund her own company." Damn, she thought, I could use someone like him as investor.

"You heard correctly, sir." Rednox chuckled, clearly amused by the sudden change of tone in her voice.

"I understand you are trying to fund a company in order to research human genetics and their flaws, and the possibilities to cure them." Okay Claire, now focus, she thought as she sat down on her couch, the glass of whiskey still in her hand. She knew what Umbrella wanted, they would not request it right now, of course. They would wait a certain amount of time, then they would request her results in order to study them with the virus. Claire was not stupid, she knew who Umbrella was.

"Yes, many diseases would be cured if we would study the structure of the gene's properly. Haemophilia, Color blindness...my company would study all of those defects in the human chromosomes and try to annul them...cure them." Another long silence on the other line of the phone. Claire eagerly waited for an answer, and soon, she got.

"Miss Sullyvan, I am highly amused by the thought of a 26 old lass trying to rid humanity of the many flaws they have."

"I am only using my knowledge, sir."

"And no one is blaming you for that, Miss Sullyvan." Bastard, Claire thought as she took a deep breath. She had to focus not to bomb the man through the speaker with her fist, although she would love that.

"Now, Miss Sullyvan. Let us talk about the most important thing." He silenced for a while before he spoke again.

"How much?" Claire took a sip from her whiskey.

"5 mil would be a start." The man chuckled, Claire knew that this was a small amount of money compared to what the others would request, but she knew what she was doing.

"5Mil dear? Are you certain?"

"Yes I am."

"Very well, the money will be transferred to your account shortly. A pleasure doing business with you...Miss Sullyvan." The man hung up and Claire took a relieved sip from her whiskey. Damn I'm good, she thought as she stood up, took her credit card and purse, and decided to have a little shopping tour through the expensive stores of London.

Soon, CellTex would bloom and she would be among the high ranking society.

Notes:

Let me know what you think on the first chapter, oh and please R&R :-)