I like to thank the warm reviews to this; it warms my heart that I am doing something right for once. Anyway, time to continue.

I do not own Resident Evil in anyway.

//

The next morning, Chris and Shiva made their way to Wesker's cell to give him his injection. "Are you sure he's tame?" Shiva asked, "He's not going to try and escape?" Chris grinned and assured Shiva, "I am sure; he won't even make an effort to stand up.  I promise."

"Alright, if you say so." she replied, "But how long must we give him injections? He might develop a tolerance to the antivirus sooner or later." The mercenary glanced at her and said, "No one can develop a tolerance to a virus like this. If you were there to see all of those people turning into monsters because of one mutated virus, you will never sleep again. I saw the horror that was the T-Virus. Jill, Leon, even my sister suffered through such a Hell."

He paused, gritting his teeth as all the stories and memories rushed by him, adding, "No one can develop a tolerance to something they cannot live against. We can pump gallons of this into his veins, and he will still feel the effects." Shiva raised her hands in defense, saying, "Alright, I believe you."

The two arrived at the cell, showing their ID's to the guards near the door. "Ok, go on through." One guard allowed, "But be careful, I think the guy inside is going loco already." The door opened and the two stepped inside, staring down at the man at their feet. Wesker was curled up in a fetal position, barely breathing as he stared at the wall in front of him. Shiva looked around the cell and noticed a few spots of blood staining the white floors and a small portion of Wesker's straight jacket.

"Get up." Chris ordered the older man, "It's time for your shots." But the blonde did not comply, keeping his body completely still. "I said get up!" the mercenary ordered as he pulled the older man up by his hair, forcing him into a sitting position. "That's better." Chris stated, "Now hold still."

As Chris plunged the needle into Wesker's neck, a small whimper escaped the blonde's throat. "What, don't tell me you're afraid of needles now." He teased, "You injected plenty of people with needles, even yourself!" Once he was finished, Chris shoved his commander back down, allowing his head to hit the floor with a dull thud. "We're done here; let's go." he ordered, and the two exited the cell.

"Did you notice the blood on the floor?" Shiva asked, "Wonder where he bled from." But the mercenary just chuckled, saying, "He must've bashed his head on the wall! He's surly getting desperate!"

//

Back in the cell, Wesker curled up in a fetal position again, fresh tears forming in his eyes. 'Is this what I have been reduced to?' he mentally asked, 'I'm crying on the floor and I have been bleeding all night...' He let out a sob, the emotions of helplessness possess him in a strong bind. He tried to force himself into a sitting position, but his backside throbbed in pain, forcing him to lie on his side again. "Oh damn it all!!!" he wailed, "DAMN IT ALL!!!"

"SHUT UP!" The guard yelled outside, "Jeez, you've been screaming all night! I thought you'd be dead tired by now!"

"Dead?" Wesker repeated, "Dead?! I am already dead! I have been stripped of my dignity, my power, and I can't even seek peace in misery and death! You dare remind me that horrible fact!?" Silence followed after his hate-filled scream, leaving the monster of a man waiting. "ANSWER ME!!!" He screamed out, "ANSWER ME YOU BASTARD!"

But instead, the door swung open and a soldier stepped inside, easily towering over the blonde man. "Are you an angel of mercy?" he asked, "Or are you here for your turn?" But instead, the man hoisted Wesker over his shoulder and walked out, traveling down the empty hallway. "Relax, I am a friend." the man told Wesker, "A comrade of yours has begged me to break out, and I complied easily." As the two traveled down the hallway, the blonde noticed that the guards that stood at his doorway were now dead on the floor with crushed heads.

"Who asked for me?" Wesker asked, "Every ally I knew is either dead, or has betrayed me..." But the other man replied, "Hard to say; their voice was heavily disguised. All I know is that I was paid a pretty nice fine, and they were eager to see you again. Any other questions?"

"Yes, where are all the guards?" the blonde asked, "Did you kill them all?" The other man shook his head and answered, "No, they are handling a very good distraction on the other side of this facility. Now, please shut up so I can concentrate on where I am going."

//

Around fifty minutes of navigating around the complex led the two to the garage area, nearly empty except for a few vans and a large truck. "Over here!" A man yelled as he ran towards the two, "What took you?" The larger man shrugged and slipped Wesker off his shoulder, replying, "Sorry, this place is too large for me to remember the way; I nearly got lost twice."

"Whatever, as long as you got him." the other man said as he gestured to Wesker, "Get in the van before any guards arrive." The larger man nodded and led the restricted man to a white van, instructing, "Keep quiet and do not talk; it will be a long drive to where we're going."

"We're in deep shit!" the other man yelled, ripping off his hat to reveal a head of pure white hair. "They're coming here, we gotta go!!!" The larger man yelled back, "Keep your hat on Lamore! We're going now!" But the man known as Lamore yelled back, "Brutus, our distraction is dead, and they found out Wesker is gone! We're going to be screwed!" But Brutus pulled Lamore and Wesker into the van, and climbed to the driver's seat, saying, "Keep him still; I smell blood on him!"

The van roared to life, and the large man stepped on the gas, screaming tires echoing in the garage as the van launched into a fast start. "Where is the exit?" Brutus asked, "I forgot where it is!" Lamore groaned, "You forgot?! Augh, ok. You take a left here, then a right, then you go forward for five meters and you should be out of-"

The van crashed through a closed garage door, sending it to the ground and allowing the van to ride over it. "Too late, found an exit." the bigger man stated, leaving the white-haired accomplice stunned. "Just...get to the highway..." he uttered in defeat, "And don't run over anyone..."

Lamore crawled into the back, staring back at Wesker with a tired expression. "Don't bother making any sense of this Mr. Wesker." he explained, "Brutus has a mind of a Mongolian brute, unless I tell him what to do. As to what is happening now, I should explain in detail."

"I would like to know what is going on and who wants to see me." Wesker uttered angrily. "Well, the person is anonymous, but you should know her. As to why, well...she didn't say. I guess as a favor. For now, just relax and fall asleep; the two of us never failed a job."

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To be continued...

//

I am sorry that this is quite long, and there is not much of what you want in this; just think of this as a shift. Also, I have a problem in the next chaper; should I use a cast of created characters, or should I revive some characters that were part of Umbrella?

Again, all forms of judgment are allowed.  

I'll try again with this.

//

After relieving himself, Brutus began to wander through the base until he found Wesker in a small firing range, reading a book in the corner. "This isn't the place to read a book, man." The ex-soldier pointed out, catching the blonde's attention, "But I've seen Ada try to turn Aki's garden into a training ground."

"I just felt like reading here all of a sudden." Wesker replied as he stood up, "I tried reading in my room, and everywhere else. It's odd..." The ex-soldier sighed, and then asked, "Are you alright, by the way? I heard you throwing up in the bathroom. You're not sick, are you?"

"I don't know, I feel fine now." the blonde answered truthfully, "I don't know what that was. I didn't eat all that much last night, and most of it was straight out of that bumpkin's garden."

"It isn't like Aki to look over a rotten piece of produce. Maybe you can have that Monroe bastard look you over." Brutus offered, but Wesker shook his head, answering, "No, I don't need Monroe to look me over. This is probably a side effect of the virus in the long run; nothing to fear."

"Ok, if you say so." The taller man said, shrugging his shoulders in defeat, "But don't scream for anyone when you're dying; most of us will get cranky." As he left, Wesker grumbled and settled into the corner, continuing his reading.

'Sometimes, that bastard can be as annoying as Krauser when he was alive.' he mentally grumbled, 'Maybe he's a relative.'

An unsettling feeling in his stomach began to rise again, the urge to vomit slamming into him. He tried to swallow down the rising bile, but he reached out for the waste basket and threw up again, most of it stomach acid. Coughing up the last of the vomit, he groaned, "I am not seeing that doctor."

//

Later on that day, Wesker was on the roof with Lamoure and Brutus, watching on as the two try and shoot down birds. As Brutus missed a passing duck, the white-haired man chuckled and commented, "The great Drunkski has missed again! Lay off the vodka next time."

"I don't miss because I drink!" Brutus yelled back, "I miss because of your smoking! You dirty French monkey!" Lamoure huffed back, answering, "I'm not French because I use a French code name and I smoke' I'm not even French to begin with!"

"Then I'm not Russian." Brutus spat back as he got ready to shoot again, "So stop with the crap Russian names."

"Do you two only argue, or are you worth something?" The blonde asked, "This is really annoying me...that, and this damn heat." Lamoure scoffed and answered, "Maybe if didn't wear all that black and leather, then you wouldn't be that hot."

"What about you?" Wesker asked, raising his voice, "You're wearing a freaking turtle neck in 89 degree weather! With a pair of jeans, I might add!" The white haired man raised his hands in defense, saying, "Whoa man, no need for that. Can't you loosen up for a bit at least?"

The blonde sighed and took off his sunglasses, and then pinched the bridge of his nose, answering, "Forgive me...I've been a little stressed lately...I am really sorry." Lamoure blinked and said, "Hey, it's alright."

A gun shot brought the two to look at Brutus as he chuckled in victory. "Got one." he uttered, "And it was a beauty; blood spewed like a firework." The short man groaned and asked, "Why do you have to be that gross? Honestly, I thought you got over that part. You might make Blondie here puke again."

But as he turned to look at Wesker, he saw that he was running down the stairs. Brutus only uttered, "Too late.", and continued to hunt.

//

To be continued...

//

Sorry about that.

Please forgive me for skipping around so much, I really haven't mastered this type of writing yet.

I do not own Resident Evil.

//

The sun shined through the window as Wesker woke up groggily, letting out a slight moan as he sat up. "An entire month of being ill..." he uttered, "Why am I even getting out of bed?" He closed his eyes and rubbed the bridge of his nose, waiting for a wave of nausea to make him run to the nearest bucket.

In a few minutes he darted out of his bed, out of his room and rushed to the bathroom, slamming the door and proceeded to empty his stomach in the sink. "Son of a bitch!" he huffed, "I can't take it anymore!!!"

"Wesker?"

The blond look around until he noticed that he wasn't alone in the room. In the bathtub was Aki, covered only by suds and a washcloth over her chest. "I-I'm sorry." He quickly apologized, covering his eyes and turning his back to her. "I thought I was alone. Why isn't the door locked?!"

"I keep forgetting to lock it." The farmer explained, sinking herself into the sudsy bath water. "And I don't mind that you walked in; I was taking a bath anyway. You had to throw up again, so it's understandable." But the blond felt around for a door knob, saying, "Still, it's kinda rude. I'm leaving."

But in a swift motion, Aki got out of the tub, walked towards Wesker and circled her arms around his bare chest, making him freeze in place. "You're silly." she teased her wet body close up on his backside, "I always heard from my cousin that you are a cold man. I didn't know you were such a gentleman."

"P-please..." he begged, "I-I don't need this. I'm sick!" But the farmer only smiled. Then she took a wet finger and traced it along his pectoral muscles, whispering, "I always heard a bath will help with sickness..."

'Let this be a dream, let this be a dream, please let this be a dream!!!' Wesker mentally screamed as he tried to jerk the door off its hinges. Suddenly, he felt a small prick in his neck, and then he felt his consciousness fading as darkness fell over his eyes.

//

The blonde moaned as he awoke to find himself strapped to a table in the middle of the doctor's office. "Good, you're awake." Dr. Monroe said as he approached the table, "I was wondering when you would come in."

"Monroe, if you value your life, release me this instant!" Wesker demanded as he struggled against his bonds. But the doctor shook his head, saying, "No, I won't let you go. You have been sick for a month, yet you never came in. This is my only chance to analyze you, and see exactly what is wrong."

"So you set up a trap for me where I run into the bathroom, encounter Aki taking a bath, and then have her stun me so I can be dragged into your laboratory?" The blonde asked only to receive a chuckle in return. "Well, half of that right." he said, "I just poked a hole in the bathroom wall and then shot a blow dart at your neck. I didn't know about how Aki acted though..."

Dr. Monroe set out a few tests on the table, stating, "Alright, I am going to take some samples from you; blood, plasma, urine, the usual. I am also going to give you an ultrasound just to make sure that it isn't a tumor or some other obstruction in your body. I advise you give me your complete cooperation."

But Wesker only growled as the doctor set up for the blood test. "Oh what, you shouldn't be scared of the doctor..." Monroe teased, "You were one, sort of. And you were friends with one...was it Birkin?"

"Keep out of my affairs and just take the damn samples." he spat out, "And was tying me to a table necessary?" The doctor only chuckled and answered, "I didn't have a secure enough chair to tie you up in."

//

(Sorry I have to end this short, but I am developing a headache and I'm running out of ideas. I'll continue this soon though.)

I do not own Resident Evil.

//

"Come on, open up!" Brutus ordered as he banged against Wesker's door, "Open the damn up!" But only a muffled whimper was heard in reply. In frustration, Brutus kicked the door, screaming out, "Quit being a freaking baby!"

"Please Wesker, you need to come out!" Dr. Monroe begged, "I need to take a new sonogram now!" Lamoure shook his head, saying, "It's no use, that crybaby isn't going to come out. But I have to point out; this is the first time that moron has shown any emotion."

"It's the hormones." Ada groaned, "But I didn't think he would be this recluse in a matter of minutes. He must be that proud about his looks." The larger man chuckled and said, "Well, I would run like a girl when I get fat in a few seconds. Did you see that guy run?"

"I hate to say it, but that was funny." The silver haired man admitted, "I thought he was gonna cry!"

"WILL THE TWO OF YOU SHUT UP!?"

The four looked to see Aki standing behind them, an angry look on her face. "For the love of all that's real, stop laughing!" She continued, "How old are you?! This isn't the playground anymore! He's just going through a rough time!!!"

Silence fell on the four, but the air was somewhat filled with Aki's short breaths. With a sigh, the small farmer shoved passed Brutus and knocked on the door. "Wesker?" she asked, "It's Aki; can you open the door for us?"

Another muffled whimper escaped from the room, making Aki ask, "Can I at least come in and talk with you?" Another silent session filled the air before the sounds of muffled footsteps occurred on the other side, followed by the sounds of multiple locks coming undone. With a squeak, the door opened a bit before a red eye was visible. "Only Aki." he muttered, allowing the farmer to walk in, and having the door shut instantly.

//

Wesker quickly locked his door up again as Aki pulled up a chair to the bed. As soon as the last lock was in place, the blonde went up to the farmer and smacked her hard enough to send her to the floor. "Why the HELL did you try to rape me in the bathroom!?" he asked, "Damn it, I was sick and you tried to seduce me!"

As Aki picked herself up, she apologized, "I'm sorry about that. I guess I wanted to sleep with someone...but I can help you through this." Wesker growled, "How?! I'm having an unholy beast growing inside of me! No one can help me unless they can remove everything! How exactly are you going to help me through this?!"

"I was a midwife back in my village." she explained, "I have somewhat of a basic knowledge of helping someone deal through pregnancy; there was many times of stress in where I once lived. I can help you deal with the sudden stress."

The two stared at each other, Wesker glaring daggers while Aki stared with pleading eyes. With a sigh, Wesker slumped in defeat, dragging himself over to the bed and sitting down. "This is unbelievable..." he muttered, "First I'm pregnant, then I get fat in a few seconds, and now I'm forgiving a woman that wanted to have sex with me."

Aki sat down next to him, saying, "It's always a slow process, but you can tough it out." But as she tried to give him a hug, he flinched and ordered, "Don't touch me."

//

To be continued...

Sorry. Not much of a progress.

I do not own any aspect of Resident evil.

//

"What about Uroboros?" Monroe asked, "It was that virus you created in Africa, right?" The blonde answered, "Yes, and I think I figured out how this even came to be. You see, I had Uroboros accepted into my body when my own powers were disabled. When I was captured, my powers will still neutralized by an antivirus, but Uroboros was still inside me. I suppose the Uroboros had adapted to my body and the virus I already have to create another organ; a womb if you want to be technical."

"Ok, so two viruses somehow made another organ." The doctor summed up, "But why a womb? It could've recreated a liver, or a stomach, or maybe a second heart." The blonde paused for a minute before a memory crossed his mind. "I think it formed into a womb when I was...well..." He trailed off, feeling ashamed at the fact that Chris Redfield had raped him.

"Well what?" Monroe asked, "What happened to you?" Wesker swallowed his pride and quietly said, "I was raped while incarcerated." The doctor stared at him in shock, exclaiming, "You were what?! Good saint Michael! Why didn't you tell me?!" The blonde growled, "I was raped; do you think that I would announce such a thing?!" The doctor argued, "Well, not announce it. But you should've told me! Damn it, I wouldn't have told a soul of this!"

"Well, the damage is done, and there's nothing to do but wait." Wesker said in defeat, slumping into a chair with his eyes on the floor. Monroe sighed and put a hand on the other man's back, comforting, "It will be alright. This is a medical miracle, to tell you the truth. Heck, you might create a child with your abilities; something what Spencer was aiming for, right?"

The older man turned his head and glared at the doctor. Monroe removed his hand and backed away, muttering, "Never mind." He then turned away and walked towards a table, leaving Wesker alone with a problem in his stomach and on his mind. 'What am I going to do?' he pondered, 'I can't get rid of the baby, but I don't really want it. How the hell is it even coming out?' He sighed as he absentmindedly rested his hands on his stomach, feeling that he swallowed a half-inflated ball.

'On the other hand,' he mentally mused, 'I can pass my virus and genetics to my offspring. Half of it may be Redfield's, but he will never know. A child all to myself and Redfield will never know that his attempt at revenge created a new life.' He smiled at the thought that Redfield will have a son or daughter, and would never know about it. He looked down at his hands as he felt his belly starting to fill. 'That's it.' he mentally urged, 'Grow.'

"Monroe, I think I can get through this." Wesker announced as he stood up, "I think this is alright." The doctor turned around and his expression brightened, answering, "That's good. Now, it will be tough, and you will be dealing with some major changes in your body. You may deal with swelling in your feet, weight gain, hormonal imbalance, strange cravings, back aches, and so on. But with a virus acting as a womb, I don't know what else may happen; mutations or the possibility of death are the two most major concerns. I would've added that you might be growing something else other than a human, but that does not seem like the case, so far."

"It does not bother me." The blonde stated, "It is all child's play. I just went through three months in less than a minute. I can deal with six more months of symptoms." The doctor looked at him strangely, but replied, "Alright, but if you have any questions, or if something comes up, just come in and tell me." Wesker nodded and answered, "I will. Goodbye doctor." He then turned and walked out, leaving Monroe dumbfounded. "Those hormones must be stronger than I thought." he muttered to himself, "He almost seemed happy at the thought of being knocked up."

//

To be continued.

Sorry, many things have happened. I'll try to pick myself up again. Sorry that this is another pointless chapter, as well as the unneeded comedy.

I do not own Resident Evil or its characters. I only own Aki, Lamoure, Brutus, and Dr. Monroe.

//

"Ok...so we got a pregnant man in the building." Brutus stated, "And we're on the run from a bunch of morons from law enforcement. How the hell are we going to get away with this?"

"How should I know?!" Lamoure said, "I have to give up smoking! Damn it, that damn doc knows I need my smokes!"

"It would be a nice change." Ada argued, "At least I won't be picking up cigarette butts off the ground." Lamoure glared at the woman, hissing out, "Be glad I don't make you eat them off the ground!"

"We're getting off track here!" The largest man pointed out, "We're going to have to deal with either a super-powered human, or some sort of hellish monster!"

"Which one are we talking about," the lady in red asked, "Wesker or the baby?" Brutus stared at her and shook his head. "Wow." he breathed out, "I can't believe you have the guts to make that joke."

"Well, we're all going to be cracking jokes!" The skinny agent said, flipping his white hair back, "I mean, he's going to be fat, emotional, and he can't do a damn thing about it. I'm laughing in the face of danger!"

"At the same time," Ada began, "We're laughing until we die. Remember that we got the B.S.A.A. coming for us. And they are willing to shoot us to pieces."

"Let them come." Lamoure said, leaning back in his chair, "I live for danger. I betrayed my country to have more fun."

"Guys, focus!" Brutus said, clapping his hands, "We still don't have a plan on how to take care of this!"

"Here's a plan," the skinny man said, "Give him a dress, wig, some money, and leave him to the world. He can live out his life as a single blind mother."

"That's too damn cruel!" Ada yelled, but the skinny agent shrugged. "The last time I checked," he continued, "I am not a babysitter. I hate kids, and I hate their parents, so that means I hate Wesker now."

"Speaking of parents," Brutus pointed out, "Who's the father?" The three paused at the thought, not wanting to think about it in the first place. "I mean, not to bring an elephant in the room," the large man continued, "But I mean, somebody's gotta be a part of it. Unless he was able to do it himself..."

"Shut up." Lamoure said, slamming his head on the table.

"I really don't want to think about it." Ada moaned, "I just don't. Not after what I saw in Spain."

"What about Spain?" Aki asked as she walked in, a basket of fresh vegetables and fruits in her arms.

"None of your business, Asian bumpkin." the skinny man retorted. The farmer glared at him, and went on to wash the harvest with Ada following close.

"Aki, I know that-" she began, but a slap silenced the spy.

"It's alright." Aki said, "That doesn't bother me. But what bothers me is what all three of you were talking about earlier. I heard you all the way down the hall."

Ada rubbed her cheek, asking, "You heard all that, huh? Well, why should it offend you? You told me you hated men."

"True." she answered, "I hate men because I was their play thing when I was back home. I was their little whore for them to play with. And they ripped out every possibility of me having a child, so they can play without responsibility."

"Aki..." the other breathed out.

"Just go." she said, "Just leave me be." Ada wanted to talk more, but Aki gave her the cold shoulder as she washed the potatoes.

"At least tell me why you're attached to Wesker." Ada asked.

"I'm not attached," the other replied coolly, "He's just a strange man to me."

"HELP ME!!!" Lamoure yelled from the other room. The two women rushed in to see Lamoure being choked by Wesker, with Brutus knocked unconscious on the floor.

"Call me fat again." the blonde growled, "I DARE YOU!"

"I DIDN'T CALL YOU FAT!" the skinny man yelled, "I'M CALLING YOU A BITCH!" Wesker tightened his grip, making Lamoure flail as he tried to get air.

"Quit doing that!" Ada yelled as she tried to pry the two apart, "Wesker let go!"

"NO!" Wesker screamed, "HE NEEDS TO DIE!"

"SO WHAT IF HE CALLED YOU FAT?!" the spy pointed out, "YOU ARE GOING TO GAIN WEIGHT! DEAL WITH IT!" Wesker instantly released Lamoure's neck, his eyes pinpointed at Ada's glare.

"That hurt Ada." he uttered, "I didn't say one nasty thing to you, and you had to pull that card out on me..." Ada watched as his hands clutched into fists, so she closed her eyes and waited for the hit. "Ada, why?" he asked, "I wasn't that mean...bossy maybe, but not mean...I didn't even spread that little secret you told me."

She opened her eyes to see the blonde staring at her, his eyes watering while his lower lip quivered slightly. "Crying's not going to help!" she announced, "Cry all you want; you'll get no sympathy from me." Wesker only walked towards her, tears starting to flow. "Hey, don't take this out on me!" she said, taking a few steps backwards. He only reached out and grabbed Ada in a hard hug, his chin resting on her shoulder.

"Why do you have to be so mean?" he whispered, "I did nothing to you..." She could feel his tears hit her shirt, while his body shook with silent sobs. "I wasn't that mean..." he squeaked, before breaking out into a full sobbing session, leaving Ada in an awkward position.

'I'm holding a crying pregnant man that was as emotionless as a plank.' she thought, 'I am never letting him live this down.'

//

To be continued...