Sun Jian: shrugs Well, I'm ungrounded now. YAY! More time to work on story! Except that my PC isn't agreeing with me, and I am unable to insert the horizontal line for some stupid reason. >

rain1657: Wow. I didn't think my writing was that good. Of course, my teachers may not have liked it because of what the stories were based on... sighs Well, at least you don't have to wait TOO long for this chapter.
Chapter 8: Dark Secrets

The hospital seemed empty enough. None of those zombies were roaming around inside, and it didn't seem like there had been any struggles at the hospital. It didn't seem right at all, considering the carnage just outside of the doors. What exactly happened in here? Did all of the people run outside or something when the attacks began?

The silence unnerved her. The place wasn't empty that was for sure. Her instincts told her just to forget the whole plan and run like the wind out of the hospital. But there was no way in heck she was going to do that. The results of leaving before finding an anti-virus were enough the make her stay. Unless she wanted to turn into one of those mindless creatures that roamed the streets, she was going to have to stay and search.

They proceeded through the lobby, Alice leading the way. She seemed unusually tense. When they were going through the streets, which were probably a hundred times more dangerous than what the hospital was, she was actually a bit relaxed. Now though… It was a completely different story. "Someone's following us," she said softly.

Danielle glanced at her, pistol gripped firmly with both hands. "And I thought I was the only one who thought that…" She looked over her shoulder, grip tightening. Suddenly, all of the lights went out, plunging them into darkness. "Alice, what--"

"Ssh! Don't talk," she said in a hushed whisper, placing a hand over Danielle's mouth. There was a sound nearby, like footsteps, and they were coming closer. But at where they were, a four-way cross in the hallway, it was impossible to tell where they were coming from until it was too late.

The sound of a weapon's safety being turned off echoed throughout the hallway, coming right from behind her. "Drop your weapons, both of you," a calm and familiar voice ordered. "And I wouldn't try anything funny if I were you, unless you want Miss Marcus to be killed."

Danielle felt panic shoot through her. How did this guy know? Virtually no one knew what her real last name had been before she was adopted, other than her parents and some of Umbrella's key members… She heard Alice's pistol drop to the floor, and she did the same, barely able to see anything in the dark. "Good," the voice whispered. "Turn on the lights." The lights in the hallway came back on, blinding Danielle for an instant. When she glanced at Alice, she saw the anger in her eyes.

"What do you want?"

"Tsk tsk tsk… Manners, manners, Alice. And it's not what I want, but what you should know."

"So, you cut the lights in this place and hold a gun to my friend's head just to deliver a message?"

The man chuckled, the cold steel of his weapon still pressed against the back of Danielle's head. "It was only to assure my safety. You could have shot me when I was approaching you, and I would have rather not had that risk."

"And you used my friend as a human shield to assure your safety. After you tell me this message of yours, I want you to let her go and get out of my face before I decide to shoot you."

"Fine. You cannot give the anti-virus to your friend, unless you want her to die."

"What are you talking about? I'm not going to let her turn into one of those walking corpses."

"She won't. I'm sure you don't know the whole truth about this girl, do you?"

"The truth? I know the truth. Her grandfather and parents worked for Umbrella, and they were going to end up using her as a subject sooner or later."

Once again, the man laughed. "You really don't have a clue, do you? Ten years ago, she was experimented on by her own grandfather. We told the other grandfather that it was a surgery to save her life after that fatal car crash. I guess you could say that was partially true."

This time, it was Danielle who spoke up. She had no clue what this guy was talking about and wanted to know. "What do you mean? I don't remember ever being in a car crash…"

"Of course you don't. You were only three at the time. But did you ever wonder if your parents were real? If they were the ones who gave birth to you? Well, hate to break it to you, but those weren't. Your real parents died in that crash, and the ones you have now are just Umbrella workers assigned to take care of you."

Anger built up inside of her, along with a feeling of realization. She had wondered about them. And now to learn that the people she lived with didn't give a care about her life? It made her hate Umbrella that much more.

The man continued. "In order to keep her alive, she was injected with an experimental virus, which the T-Virus was based on. It worked, and the damage done to her body was repaired. The few side effects, such as unexplained dizziness and nausea, were but a small price to pay for the information we gained. We released her to the custody of the two workers, and she lived a normal life.

"Now, you may be wondering why I told you all of this. You probably think I'm one of Umbrella's researchers. To correct your thoughts, I was one of the scientists who worked on her. Umbrella has… double-crossed me, and I want revenge. So, I'm going to warn their two targets, you girls, about how they plan to capture you to continue on their experiments. If you manage to evade capture, not only will Umbrella lose quite a sum of money, but it will also help in the long run of bringing them down."

Danielle felt the pressure from the gun against the back of her head go away, and she slowly turned to face the man. He was the same one who had injected Danielle with something before she blacked out, she was sure of it. He had the same blond hair, black glasses, and black uniform as before. The man holstered his pistol and turned away, walking off. "And if I were you, I wouldn't mention this to the S.T.A.R.S.," he called over his shoulder before he turned a corner and vanished from site.
(A/N: I have my second nine week exams coming up soon, so I won't get to write much. Sorry. But I will try. If I manage to pull myself away from my Left Behind books. :P))