Author: I want your opinions on the posted chapters. So far I've got a few chapters done for Part 3, but I'm still iffy right now. Thanks for reading, guys. Give me some feedback so I'll know what you liked, what you want to see, what you disliked, etc. Feedback makes for a better story.

Eiji: I'll reply to you whenever you finish the other chapters and read this one. :3 I wanna see what you think so far.

Toasty: Thank you. Though from my point of view it's just an average story so I can see why it's not paid much attention to. I'm glad you like it. I hope that you approve of how Part 3 goes as I write it. n_n

[September 7, 1998 {Monday} 4:20 PM]

As if a ball, the head was turned this way and that, left and right, eyes scrutinizing the features of the sleeping person, whose body was relaxed and limp on the table it was placed on.

The left eyelid was pushed up to reveal a glazed sapphire hue that was staring straight ahead. The right hand shifted forward, a flashlight flickering on to point into the eye. The orb flickered briefly before settling on the light, as if involuntarily drawn to it.

"Coma?" A low and deep male voice muttered as the lid was lowered, said hand moving to prod at the female's forehead, white strands brushed aside. "No.." He paused. "Not a coma. Something.. else, but what?"

He sighed in frustration. The tests he had performed on the girl's blood had been void of anything note worthy. Blood cells, both white and red, were normal and healthy. Blood pressure was stable, heart rate stable, lungs were normal, everything was normal. What was that.. that feeling he had that something was hiding from his attention? Something foreign lurking in her system?

Albert Wesker did not understand this at all. Movement caught his attention. He shifted his gaze to the body as he lowered the flashlight, stepping back. Her body had twitched. He furrowed his brows, observing silently. Her breathing heightened as she coughed, her face scrunching, her eyes closed.

She did something he hadn't expected. She spoke, softly, her face pained. "Der.. ick.." The name was uttered as if it took a great effort. "Guard.. Angel..."

Wesker frowned when she stirred, groaning in her sleep before she whispered under her breath. "Umbrella.." This caught his focus. Umbrella?

"Curse.. of.. vision.." This made no sense. He repeated the phrase in his mind, but yet couldn't figure out the meaning.

"Custody.. cannot fight.. infe-... who.." Her whispered words made no sense and his brows deepened.

After that she went still and silent, just simply breathing.

He rubbed at his jawline in thought, considering his plan of action. She had mentioned Umbrella. He was curious as to why. He went to his personal computer on the counter close by and opened it, entering the information before bringing up a tab of data. He searched for anything related to 'Alexandria Miller'. The full name brought up nothing, but 'Alexandria' did.

He searched through some files taken from Umbrella and thus he came across a folder titled 'Subject Twelve'. He clicked into this folder, scanning the content. Twelve was from a project created by Umbrella, who went by Alexandria, but what project was unknown. Why had he been unaware of that? He pulled up the attached pictures and bristled at what he saw. The images were identical to.. He spared a glance to the girl on the table.

It slowly began to fall into place. Alexandria Miller was Subject Twelve? He skimmed the personal data on Twelve. The hair, eye color, height and weight were listed and they fit with miss Miller's. Even her appearance matched.

This was certainly interesting.

He studied her slumbering form and smirked. So, she had managed to survive. How perfect.. but yet she was human. There were no traces of any virus in her system, none at all. Did her system destroy anything put into her?

He didn't know. He would need to get information concerning her because his curiosity needed to be sated. A potential threat didn't sit well with him. What to do with her?

She was.. fragile, in all manner of the word. He'd have to supply her with food, water and clothes if he kept her. Why not just kill her? The thought had crossed his mind several times and he had even voiced it to said woman, but what if she was important? A key piece in his master design for the world?

Killing her wouldn't be the best choice. No, he would keep her alive. For now.

He returned his gaze to her, walking over to stand beside her still form.

A few hairs had slid to cover a small section of her right eyebrow and eye and he reached out to brush them behind the ear, causing her to stir.

Her eyes fluttered open, soft blue orbs flitting about before stopping on his own, even though they were shadowed by his glasses.

They widened and she jerked up to a sitting position, scooting back and almost falling off the lab table, but he caught her arm, steadying her.

"W-where am I?" She immediately demanded of him, obviously startled by waking up to see someone hovering over her.

"You are at an old Umbrella facility on the west coast." He allowed.

She blinked, frowning.

A new question flashed across her features. "I remember.. the car ride.. or the beginning. How long have I been out?"

He didn't instantly answer, thinking of just HOW long she'd been out.

He tilted his head back to peer at the ceiling. "We left the park at around eleven on July 26th.. and it is currently September 7th.. around.." He checked his watch. "Four fifty."

He watched her reaction as realization dawned on her. She had been out for almost two months. "H-how? Was I in a coma?"

He frowned. "I'm not sure what to consider the state you were held in. A coma would imply subjected injuries or mental instability. You seemed fine."

She sighed and rubbed at her neck, settling into a more stable position on the table and he released his hold on her. "Geez.. nearly two months.." Her face held much sadness and he showed a blank face as he observed her. "I hope she's alright..."

"She?" Wesker questioned.

The girl glanced to him. "Yeah, she. Adela's a really old friend of mine and she lives in Raccoon City."

"I see." He replied emptily.

She rubbed at her face tiredly. "I'm glad to at least be awake." She muttered.

His lip twitched. "Did you.. dream?"

At this her head snapped up, blue eyes burning at him. "Dream?"

"The state of being asleep allows one's imagination to create a semi-vivid world-"

"I know what a dream is. Yes, I.. dreamed." She cut him off with a growl.

"May I ask what?" She frowned as he asked this. She had mentioned words while under the lure of.. he would simply call it a deep slumber.

She rubbed at the bridge of her nose, blue orbs hidden behind closed lids. "Nothing important or of interest to you." She grumbled.

He held back the urge to strike her. No use in unnecessary injury especially after she had just woken up.

He tilted his head to her. "You mentioned the word Derick while asleep."

She gazed lazily at him, eyes revealing how tired she must be feeling. "A ghost of the past. What else did I say?"

"Nothing." He said slowly. He would keep her words to himself.

She looked as if she didn't believe him but she said nothing more on the subject.

"Are you hungry?" At the last word her stomach growled and she groaned, nodding.

"Starving. I mean I haven't eaten in awhile.." She rubbed her stomach, clearly feeling empty.

He helped her down from the table, but she had to hold his arm for support as her unused legs gave her trouble. Once she felt more stable during the walk to the cafeteria she let go and walked on her own.

He led her there and the two entered a medium sized grey room with circular tables placed randomly about.

The first thing she seemed to do was stare around and he noticed how she eyed the walls nervously. Yes, there were no windows as they were underground.

He took a seat while she skipped away to gather food. She returned minutes later with a heaping tray of assorted meats, vegetables and grain-based foods. She ate said food like a wolf, scarfing it down.

"Don't eat so fast." He had commented during her feast and she merely glared at him before slowing down just a fraction.

They remained quiet from then on; she ate and he watched. When she was done she let out a long and content sigh, smiling to herself.

"That hit the spot.."

He said nothing to this joyous comment and directed his focus elsewhere; her eyes. He could have sworn he saw a flash of gold, but it had been instantaneous and was gone in the blink of an eye.

His eyes narrowed beneath the shades as he kept still.

She waved a hand before him. "Earth to Wesker?" She asked in a sing-song voice.

He frowned and she retracted the hand. She was still positively annoying. How long could he deal with her before he resorted to threatening her?

He counted...

"So, why did you kill S.T.A.R.S.?"

There...

He twitched his lips, a thing he did often, and set about answering. "Combat data."

She scoffed. "I figured."

This caught his attention. "You.. figured?" He repeated.

She shrugged. "Play as a cop, lure two trained teams to an isolated infested mansion and kill them all. Easy to solve." He didn't miss the knowing quality to her tone.

"What makes you so sure?" He asked smoothly.

Her eyes sparkled as she rested her arms on the table after having pushed away the tray. "Gut feeling?" She took a drink of her iced tea. "Oh, that and the fact of everything I heard."

"Everything?" He arched a brow.

She leaned back, taking a long drink before replying. "I was there when the tyrant got out. I heard you talking to Barry and Jill. How you falsely blackmailed Barry, how you hit Jill before getting shot by Barry, the tyrant's release, you getting brushed aside and later stabbed. How Jill put the beast down and the pair fled after realizing you had vanished." She recited the events of the day briefly. So she had been watching?

She was a liability. A danger. Not nearly a threat given his physical enhancement, but she knew what had transpired and thus couldn't be freed.

Either be killed or stay as a prize.. she would have to decide..

Just what project was she? What had Umbrella created in her.. or did they create her herself?

She rubbed at her eyes before looking at him with a stern glare. "I know what you're thinking, but I know the responses I'll get if I talk, so you don't have to worry. My trap is shut.. But-" She paused, leaning closer, a dangerous glint in her sapphire eyes. "-I will stop you."

He smirked. "Stop me?" He repeated with a dark chuckle. "Please, tell me just how you're going to stop me. I could snap you like a twig."

She feigned boredom, rubbing at her ear while she looked to the side. "Kill me? Hardly." As if realizing what she had said he noticed a brief look of regret before it smoothed over into emptiness.

Hardly?

"Immortal, are we?" He held back the urge to snort in humor. "What could you possibly do to stop me?"

"No, not immortal." A smile creased her features. "A cat has nine lives."

"And you're a feline?" He mocked.

"I didn't mean it like that!" She snapped, anger flashing across her face before she controlled it.

"Haha." His tone dripped with dry humor. "Either way. You are my captive until I say otherwise. Get used to a windowless cell." He stood and stepped around to snatch her arm, but she was quick. She slid under the table and appeared on the side he had been at seconds before.

"Too slow!" She chanted.

He stood, looking at her with a blank face before his hand flicked out to swat the table away, which smashed against a wall. Shock took hold of her face as she took retreating steps, but he was on her in a second. Her held her throat in his grasp, her feet kicking as he lifted her into the air. Her hands clawed at his arm to no avail.

He was far stronger than her.

"Miss Miller.." He said in that monotone voice. "I do not take backtalk from anyone. Should you continue you will find yourself in a cage instead of a cell or better yet on a lab table." At this she froze in her struggle, shooting a deep glare his way. "Will you behave should I release you?"

She nodded, though a bit angrily, and he let go. She landed on her feet, coughing and rubbing at her neck. He would admit his hold was a bit tight, but the message was sent; he would not tolerate disobedience.

She scowled at him, silently watching him as he turned to lead the way to her cell, expecting her to follow.

When he reached the doorway he paused, turning just enough to see her confused form standing where she had been. "Miss Miller, come along." He ordered and she scurried to follow. He led the way to the white windowless room with the single bed. In her room he had placed her bag previously (while he had been observing her on the table) and her eyes sparkled when she noticed it sitting on the bed.

He had confiscated anything that provided a means of a threat. This included her pistol.. and he took the journal he found on her person along with the notebooks in the bag.

She skipped over to it, scanning the content before she stopped, turning to glare at him once more. "Where's my journal?" Her tone was dark.

"Safely secured in another room along with the notebooks and the pistol." He replied.

"..You went through my stuff?" Her tone darkened into an icy whisper.

"You are my captive." He said that as if it explained everything.

"There's nothing in there about you! Give it back! It's personal! Girl shit!"

His eye twitched. "You may have it back." After he made sure nothing in it was of importance.. or better yet, he would give it back.

He left her in the room before heading to the communications room and retrieved the journal. He went back to Alexandria and gave it to her, to which she was grateful for.

"Thank you." She said softly, holding the journal close.

"You are welcome. Do you require anything further?" He raised a brow in question.

She shook her head. "I'm just going to read."

He walked over to a second door that she was shocked to see, as if unaware of it. "This is the bathroom. You may use it. Clothes are on the shelves." He stated before leaving through the main door, which locked behind him.

His lengthy strides carried him once more to the communications room also called the control room. The room was dark aside from the light cast from the monitors which were idling Umbrella's red and white logo. He seated himself in the leather chair before typing in the pass-code to access the computer.

There was where he remained for several hours, doing whatever he needed to do.