Would You Hate Me Then?

DNA Compatible

I laid on my side, head still buzzing from all the noise blaring inside my skull. Denying, denying, always denying. All that time, fighting... all those years, at war... and this is where it led us. To a sadistic obsession laced with feelings we shouldn't harbor... but that's exactly what happened. I'm not sure I can say those words to him, those words that would tip the balance of life as we know it. The words that would turn me over to his side... funny how words hold such power.

I glanced at the clock as it turned to 7:00am... A knock sounded at the door, perfect timing Albert. I couldn't bring myself to answer, now knowing what I denied I... I just remained silent. After a few seconds had passed allowing me to hear him shift from foot to foot as if debating what to do, I heard the click of the door's handle. "Anast..."

"I'm awake," I replied softly.

"You say that like you haven't slept," I smirked a little to myself as I sat up slowly.

"Couldn't," I admitted. "Too much noise," I finished.

"I have a thought as to why," I peered over at him after I turned my bedside lamp on to illuminate the small syringe he held in his hand. "My Anastasia, you confuse me," he smoothed back his hair. "As much as I'd like to discuss this now, we are on a time schedule..." He adjusted his glasses, "Are you ready?"

"To be turned into something inhuman?" I joked, not caring all that much at this point. "As ready as I can be," Wesker's brow raised.

"You're not going to resist or challenge me?"

"Why should I?" I paused, "You've already made up your mind."

"Strange," he shook his head slightly with his brow still raised. "Strange indeed," I stood before following after him as he left my room. The walk was fairly silent to the elevator, but I could tell his brain was bursting with questions... similar to how I felt, and still feel. "I was, I wanted to say something..." Wesker shook his head as he summoned the elevator, "Ask something."

"I'm listening," he glanced at me with uncertainty.

"You had the chance once again," he pointed out. "Why didn't you do it?"

"In all honesty?" I looked him in the eyes in spite of his sunglasses, "It's complicated."

"Complicated?" The elevator dinged as the doors opened. "But I thought..." I entered the elevator only to lean against the back wall with crossed arms. "Now I'm even more bewildered," he mumbled to himself as he entered, tapping the button that has a symbol beside it rather than a number.

"So this virus, the C2 Virus, can cause an increase in emotion you said?"

"Yes," he paused sensing I wanted to know more. "The particular reason why is because it rapidly increases your cellular level. Constructs bone faster, strengthens every molecule of your being. Depending on how responsive the virus is with your DNA, there's really no telling how it will affect you."

"What happened when you were injected with the virus?"

"I felt, pain." He kept his back to me as his shoulders tensed, "I felt the weight of all my wrongdoings crush me as if I were an ant, the virus a boot. My insides twisted, and turned. My bones cracked, and were reshaped." Wesker paused to turn, and look me in the eye, "I should apologize while we have the moment."

"I can cope with pain," I pointed out pulling a scoff from his lips.

"Trust me, my Anastasia," he cornered me though I remained where I was. Allowing him to come closer, "This is much different."