Meeting the Mastermind
Coming to Aconite found herself in a lavish bedroom that made her want to gag.
'Buenos Dias senorita," a smooth voice called from the foot of the bed she was laying on, causing her to jump.
Seeing an older man in purple robes, she went to attack only to be jerked back by her neck.
Reaching up with trembling hands hoping she was wrong, she found the reason behind the jerk, a thick metal collar attached to the headboard was around her neck with an equally thick chain.
"Forgive the restraint; it is merely a precaution. I must admit I am curious as to why a sister would attack us." The man said, and she hissed.
"I am no sister of yours! Where is my partner?"
"Ah, but you are my dear, you are infected as well, are you not? With the T-virus, I believe." The man smiled in what he probably thought was a charming way before continuing.
"As for the man you were with, he is receiving his own plaga." the man said, causing Aconite to lash out with her claws.
"Touch one hair on his head, and I'll butcher you!" she roared as the giant from before entered the room.
"Just who the hell are you, people!" Aconite demanded as the pair stayed out of reach, well, out of reach of her claws, but she didn't wish to reveal any more than she had too.
"Ah, how rude of us. I am Osmund Saddler, and this man is my subordinate Bitores Mendez, may we know your name sister?"
Aconite grit her teeth before answering in a scathing tone, "I am not your sister, and it's Aconite, Aconite Wesker." while pulling at the chain around her neck to test its strength.
"Wesker?" Saddler repeated in amusement.
"You would not be referring to Albert Wesker, would you? If so, this is quite the opportunity for us. Deny it all you wish, but we are the same."
Saddler smiled as he held up a syringe with a strange liquid it, motioning for Mendez to hold her still as she trashed.
"What the hell is that! Stay away from me!" Aconite screeched as Saddler pierced her neck with the needle and pushed down on the plunger.
"This is a plaga for you, my dear, your father has been a pain in my side for far too long. But you will be the perfect spy, once we ransom you to him. He will never know that I pull your strings until I order you to kill him."
Saddler chuckled as Aconite began to scream, her virus reacting to the invader harshly as she writhed in pain, Mendez letting her go only for her eyes to roll back into her head as her body seized.
"Do not fight it, sister, you will understand once you give in." Saddler cooed, petting her hair as Mendez bound her hands to the headboard, her feet to the footboard, and a thick piece of leather in her mouth so she couldn't bite her tongue.
Aconite glared at him through her pain as he leaned over to kiss her brow and wanted nothing more than to bite into his throat and tear it out.
However, for the moment, she could do nothing as the man stood and left the room, Mendez following him as her virus warred with the plaga.
If she could have smiled, she would as she felt her internalized magic flare to life, between her magic and virus the plaga wouldn't last long, and she could assimilate it into her being to gain its abilities.
Taking a deep breath through her nose as her thrashing subsided, she planned how to play along with Saddler for the moment and kill him as soon as she was free, closing her eyes to sleep so her magic and virus could continue their work.