The Beginning
Albert Wesker was a lot of things, but even he had his limitations. Said limitation being T-virus test subject F-02-16 or, as he researched, Aconite Potter. She was a tiny thing for a six-year-old with white-streaked black hair and heterochromic eyes from the experiments performed on her.
One of the child's eyes was richer than the purest emerald, while the other was darker than freshly spilled blood.
Though he had willingly participated in experiments on the child with his good friend William Birkin, she had somehow over the past four years wormed her way into his cold, unfeeling black heart.
Currently, Wesker was going over the newest results of the testing on Aconite and what he saw made him smile, it seems that Aconite had finally accepted the T-virus and adapted it not only to her cells but to her very DNA.
A great success considering the fate of the other 33 subjects though M-02-14 had been promising until his death at the hands of F-14-02. 'I wonder what abilities she will develop.' Wesker pondered as he left for Aconite's room, his white lab coat billowing behind him.
When he opened the door to Aconite's sparsely decorated room, he was greeted by the smiling child. "Hello, Dr. Wesker, how are you today? Has it gone well?" she welcomed, standing from her chair and curtsying to him, the picture of a little lady.
"Hello Aconite, my day has gone quite well, are you enjoying your new book?"
"Not particularly, the author is terribly dull with the development of the characters, and there are far too many plot holes to enjoy it. I had hoped that the serial killer would have more class, though I suppose the diction the author used somewhat make up for the horrible plot." Aconite sighed as Wesker chuckled at the pout on her face, the book in question was a crime thriller that he too thought horrid.
For a six-year-old, Aconite was fairly advanced thanks to the improvements, the T-virus made to her body. She already spoke like an adult and was on college-level courses for subjects such as English and Mathematics.
However, it was not to be said she was perfect, as there were times that she acted like the child she was and struggled to understand things that made no logical sense to her, a good example is her thoughts on the other scientists who backed out of the program like his friend William who left because his wife found out she was pregnant.
To Aconite, William's actions made no sense because it wasn't like he agreed to be apart of the program without knowing he would be experimenting on children, even his wife knew, thus leaving because his wife was pregnant seemed foolish to her.
"I see, then I take it that you do not wish to receive anymore works by this author?" Wesker questioned, and Aconite nodded, "Please, is it time for another round of testing, Dr. Wesker?"
"No, I came here merely to tell you that the experiments are over, the T-virus has bonded to your DNA. All that remains is to see what will come of it other than your superior intellect." Wesker informed and watched as Aconite's face closed off, her bi-colored eyes like ice as she steepled her fingers and leaned back into her chair.
"I see," she began as she crossed her legs and stared at him, "and what happens now? I assume that when whatever abilities I may or may not gain show themselves that Umbrella will no longer have any use for me. Will I be disposed of?"
The tone in which Aconite used shocked Wesker as she tilted her head to the side like she hadn't just asked if she'd be killed.
Deciding to go ahead with what he had planned, Wesker answered her honestly,
"That is what Spencer has decided. However, I see that as a waste of valuable resources and opportunities. Instead, I would like for you to join me when I leave for Raccoon City. I will be infiltrating the RPD, and for my backstory, I plan to be a single father wanting to take my child, you, away from where my "wife" died and the memories of the event. It would be easier for a single father wanting to get away to earn the trust of the RPD than a man who seemingly showed up out of nowhere after all."
Wesker proposed, after all, it would be a shame for Aconite to merely be destroyed because they had succeeded without field testing of how a superhuman would do in society.
Aconite looked at him and tilted her head the other way as she locked gazes with the scientist's glacier blue eyes and asked, "And why would you want this Dr. Wesker. With Umbrella's resources, it will not be difficult to create such history, but it would take time to do so, and you would be going against the will of Director Spencer, would you not?"
Wesker smiled at the question and answered, "True, but as I said, it would be a waste of a resource for you to be destroyed. And this will not only be a cover backstory, but the adoption will also be real. You will be my daughter in all but blood. I will admit that I have grown quite fond of you over the past two years. Everything will be ready by morning as I prepared for your agreement."
Listening to his explanation and dissecting it for any hidden deceptions, Aconite thought about his offer. She was very much aware of the fact that Albert Wesker was one of the scientists that caused her so much pain, who made her scream and cry and beg for the scalpels and needles to stop tearing into her flesh until she became numb to the sensation of pain.
But, of the team twenty scientists, Albert was the only one who bothered to interact with her, save for William Birkin before he left the program, in fact, all of her books were given to her by Albert himself.
When she had read several phycology books out of boredom, she took note of the theory of conditioning. Like Pavlov's dogs could be trained to drool when they heard the sound of a bell, Albert had made himself vital to her by being kind to her and giving her books. It was also said in a book that it is far easier to break someone with kindness than cruelty. The phrase "give a man enough rope and he'll hang himself" came into mind as she decided her answer.
'Though it seems that Dr. Wesker is the rope and I am the man going to hang now,' she thought as she answered him, "I would love to father." and gave him a smile that he matched with a small one of his own. "Then you shall accompany me to my office to sign the papers. Is there anything you wish to take with you?" "No, father, I have read all of these books at least twice." Aconite said as she followed Wesker to his office to fill out the papers.
"Father, what will the future hold?" "A new Eden for beings like you Aconite. Someday this world will be yours." Wesker promised as he signed the papers and sent them off with a runner to be processed. As they left his office for the garage, Aconite spoke up, "I do not want the world, but if that is what you want, father, then I will endeavor to do whatever it takes to ensure you get it." Aconite's red eye glowed like a miniature sun as she styled her hair to cover not only her red eye but the faded lightning bolt scar on her brow.
"I know, my dear, now you'll be homeschooled as none of the schools in Raccoon City will be able to challenge you. You will also start training in several martial arts disciplines of your choice. I shall give you a complete list at a later date." He informed her opening the door to his Jaguar for her to sit in the passenger seat before going to the driverside and starting the engine.
"Very well, father," Aconite hummed as she thought about her new life. 'I wonder what tomorrow will bring.'