The Mansion
Twelve years later
1998: Raccoon Forest-Arklay Mansion outside Raccoon City
The now eighteen-year-old Aconite Wesker sat beside her father in the Alpha team helicopter, checking the sharpness of her daggers as Vickers flew over the Bravo team's crashed copter. Over the past twelve years, she had flourished under her father's care. She was a reasonable 5'5 with knee-length white hair in a hightail reaching her waist while her bangs covered her red left eye, the eye that gave away that she was what would in the future be called a B.O.W.
Her skin had darkened from the laboratory white it was to a lovely peach, and she had a lean swimmers build that hid her true strength. She and her father had found over the years what abilities she gained from her virus; inhuman strength, stamina, and agility. She was able to hold her breath for over an hour underwater and could dodge bullets sailing through the air (though her father used blanks as they didn't yet know she could regenerate from bullet wounds, even to the head if it didn't do too much damage).
Her education had not suffered leaving the lab if anything she learned at a faster rate than before which was why she already mastered courses in the courses of criminal justice, psychology (her favorite), statistics, microbiology, anatomy, forensics, and virology; and already had her masters in each subject and intended to get her PhDs in psychology, microbiology, and virology.
As for the martial arts, her father said she was going to take of her choice, she had mastered (or rather, learned everything she could from her teachers) judo, karate, kendo, carporia, kenpo, taijutsu, and aikido. She wasn't arrogant enough to think she was a master, one can always learn more, and there will still be someone better. Jill's street fighting/ self-defense and parkor were excellent examples of the unpredictability of fighting.
Currently, she was studying various types of weaponry and personally favored daggers and whips thanks to her build. It was her affinity for whips that lead to her father getting one made that could channel the magic she had but couldn't use. He told her she was to all ways carry the stone and leather whip hilt he had made for her along with at least three daggers or knives.
While Aconite was a witch, and they knew her importance to the Wizards thanks to an agent of Umbrella who was a squib, she was unable to use her magic for casting because it had internalized entirely to bond the T-virus to her D.N.A. The whip hilt also had a gem made of her blood to ensure only she could use it, and it could extend to any length and be black and red.
Aconite looked down at the crash site and blanched, just what happened? 'What's going on?' she wondered as she hopped out of the copter and approached the derelict crash with Frost, dagger drawn. "Careful Snowflake, that dagger may not help," Frost warned with his signature grin at the glare she gave him at the nickname before continuing, "just saying."
"Well, I don't have a gun like the rest of you now, do I? And don't call me Snowflake unless you want another scar, Joseph." she huffed as she grabbed the door handle as Frost readied his gun. When he nodded, she ripped the door open, careful not to rip it off, and gagged at the sight of Bravo team pilot Kevin.
"Good boy!" she gasped vaguely hearing everyone's reaction as she got a good look at him and thought, 'These wounds, they look like the work of a Cerberus' and shot a quick, sharp look to her father. 'What is a Cerberus or Cerberus' doing in the forest? For that matter,' she thought, returning her gaze to Kevin, 'the cannibal homicides; were they caused by an outbreak of the T-virus? If so, why didn't daddy tell me before I deployed Bravo in blind?'
Quickly looking for a pulse, and discreetly driving her dagger into the base of Kevin's skull to prevent him from coming back if this was an outbreak, she backed away with a sigh. "Anything?" Chris called out, sticking his head in only to see his surrogate sister shake her head.
Aconite was a sister to everyone in S.T.A.R.S. save for Captain Wesker, and it was well known.
"No, he's been dead for a few hours at least," she informed, and Chris winced as she exited the copter, "what the hell happened here? The copter didn't crash; it landed. From the burns on the engine, it looks like lightning struck them. So, where is Bravo, and what killed Kevin?" Aconite pondered out loud as her father started barking out orders.
Hearing that Chris was her partner, she moved to stand beside him and heard him ask, "You okay 'Nite?" as she stored her dagger in her boot. "Yeah, worried about Bravo. I sent them out here Chris, that puts their blood on my hands if they are all dead." Aconite said as her father handed her his spare gun.
The team had just started investigating the surrounding forest when growls filled the air. "Shit, run!" Chris yelled as Aconite saw Joseph killed by a Cerberus and Vickers take off.
She wasn't aware of how they wound up in a mansion, but she did here Jill ask where Barry was. As Aconite looked around, she felt a chill go through her at the thought of Barry being outside with those dogs and noticed the decor of the foyer was mostly like what she remembered Director Spencer's office looked like, black and white tiles and mahogany wood walls and furniture.
At the sound of a gunshot, she jumped and heard her father order "Chris, go check that out, it could be Barry if he found another way into the mansion." and she spoke up, "I'll go with him, no one should be alone in this place. Also, if it is Barry or a member of Bravo, I am the Alpha team medic." while giving her father a pointed look before following Chris into the dining hall, stopping when her father called out to her.
"Very well, but be careful, Little Star, you as well, Dear Heart."
"Of course, Daddy, you and Jill do the same, okay?"
"Do you need to ask Captain?"
After entering the dining hall, Aconite grabbed Chris' arm and held out the gun her father gave her, "Here, I'm no good with a gun. Daddy hasn't started training me with them yet, and you kept refusing to teach me when I use to ask you." she told the sharpshooter who nodded and grinned.
"I'll teach you when we get back. What all do you have in your witch bag?" Chris asked as Aconite placed her medical bag on the table.
Chris was aware of magic but didn't have any or a close relative with it. He was from a long line of squibs.
Aconite opened her pack and listed off the contents, "Six cans of first aid spray, eight green herbs, six red herbs, nine blue herbs, four rolls of bandages, four blood replenishing potions, two skello-regrow potions, and three pepper-up potions."
Chris nodded at the list and looked around the hall, spotting a typewriter and ink ribbon.
"How about you type up the report with that typewriter so it's still fresh and I'll check out the hall by the fireplace. The gunshot came from there, I think," he suggested, and Aconite smirked.
"You want out of the paperwork that Daddy would make you do later, Chris." "Maybe, you'd think that being his lover, he'd let me off a bit."
"As if it's because you're his lover that he works you thrice as hard as everyone else. Now let me type in peace."
Aconite threaded the ink ribbon into the typewriter and began making the report as Chris walked to the door leading to the hall. It was just as she finished typing that her father ordered the split up that she heard wilded gunshots come from the hallway. Swiftly storing the report in her med pack, she rushed to assist Chris with her two longest daggers, the ones she kept in her boots, drawn.