Virus Kids

Prologue

September 24, 1986 Raccoon Hospital

The Peters were celebrating their little girl's birth at the Raccoon Hospital. She had been born only a few hours ago, and her father was just holding her for the first time when a doctor and two men in lab coats barged into the small hospital room.

"Mr. and Mrs. Peterson, we're so sorry to interrupt your heartfelt moment, but we need to do some more tests on you're new child." the doctor said.

"Alright doctor, but could you give us a little more time with our daughter?" Mr. Peterson asked, still holding his little girl.

"My deepest apologies Mr. Peterson, but these are important tests that we must conduct. The sooner we run these tests, the sooner you'll get your daughter." the doctor took the little girl from his arms.

The doctor and the two men in lab coats left the hospital room with the baby. They took the baby to the hospital's basement. There, the only light came from a small computer. They hooked the baby to an I.V. machine.

"What did the pervious tests suggest?" the doctor asked.

"Well Dr. Marcus, this might sound surprising, but I think we have our match." the first man in the lab coat replied.

"A female huh? That is highly unusual. And it was you, Wesker, who predicted that we would end up with two male subjects." Dr. Marcus examined the baby closely.

"It is rather refreshing doctor. It's highly unusual for a female to have the DNA we require." the other scientist chimed in.

"Yes Birkin, but we must be absolutely certain first. Birkin, administer a virus sample. Wesker, you deal with her parents." Dr. Marcus said as he typed something into the computer.

"What should I do doctor?" Wesker asked.

"Make them cooperate. If they refuse, then you may dispose of them." Dr. Marcus replied.

Wesker nodded and left the room. Birkin came back with a syringe of green liquid.

"I have the sample doctor." Birkin reported.

"Good Birkin. Now administer it." Dr. Marcus was still typing things into the computer.

Birkin approached the newborn child, who was staring curiously around the room. Birkin took the syringe and squeezed the liquid into her arm. Then Birkin quickly backed away. The baby stared vacantly into the dark room. Meanwhile, Wesker reentered the room, a gun in his hand. "Had to dispose of them, hmm?" Dr. Marcus asked his assistant.

"They refused to cooperate." Wesker reported.

"Oh well. It can easily be covered up." Dr. Marcus returned to studying the child.

"My god….." Dr. Marcus exclaimed, looking at the report the I.V. machine had sent to the computer.

"The child should be dead." Birkin exclaimed, rubbing his chin.

"Well, well, we have our match." Wesker exclaimed.

"Gentlemen, this calls for a celebration!" Dr. Marcus cried, raising his arms.

"Not so fast, doctor. We still need to find our second match. Remember we need two matches to complete this project." Wesker halted Dr. Marcus, raising his hand.

"All in good time Wesker, but you must admit, we are blessed to have found a match." Dr. Marcus proclaimed.

The doctor and his assistants picked up the tiny infant. They casually carried her to the main floors of the hospital when another doctor interrupted them.

"Dr. Marcus, we have found another match." The doctor cried, frantic.

"Well don't dilly-dally, show me!" Dr. Marcus cried.

The scientists all hurried over to a small hospital room. There, a nurse was handing a little baby boy to a man that appeared to be the baby's father. The boy's parents were surprised when the doctors entered the room.

"Is something the matter doctor?" the mother, still in the hospital bed, asked.

"Nothing is wrong. We just need to run some tests on your baby. The sooner we run the tests, the sooner you'll get your son back." Birkin reassured the parents, his line well rehearsed.

"You're from Umbrella aren't you? If you want to run tests on our son we'll have to come with you." the father explained, tightly holding his son.

"Please don't make this difficult sir. We promise to return your son in a timely fashion." Birkin pleaded, reaching out to the baby.

"Absolutely not! You knuckle-heads will not lay a finger on my son! Good d-" but the father was cut off by a bullet to the head. Wesker smirked as he watched the man fall to the ground. The wife screamed but was also quickly cut off by a fatal bullet. Wesker picked up the baby boy from his dying father's arms. Wesker looked at the nurse, who was cowering on the floor. He shooed she out of the room.

"Well, now that that's over, shall we continue?" Wesker asked.