Inquisitiveness kills the brilliant. I learned that just recently. I have come to discover that the more brilliant one is the more in danger that one becomes. What a story mine is..... It has to be told.....

Prelude

Sitting in a dark room, a handsome blonde man in tinted shades reached for his glass of brandy on the edge of his desk. The high-backed leather chair creaked as he shifted his weight and gazed out of the large window in his office. HCF Pharmaceutical Corporation had the third tallest building in Chicago. A smile played across his lips as he thought of what had owned this building before HCF. Being the second most powerful Pharmaceutical Corporation in the world had its advantages, as well as its perks. He was just beginning to think of his evening plans when a brisk, sharp rap on his office door shook him back to reality. Mumbling obscenities, he turned in his chair to become face- to- face with his boss, Jonathan Crestfield, the CEO so-to-speak of the Corporation. The well-tailored CEO looked over the blonde man carefully. He had to admit he was terrified of the guy. When he had heard that Albert Wesker, famed researcher and renowned S.T.A.R.S. Team leader wanted to join his organization and Betray his rival company Umbrella, Crestfield was not overjoyed. Most men in his position would have loved the idea of gaining a powerful ally, but Wesker was a traitor. If he had betrayed Umbrella.... What would stop him from betraying HCF if another fruitful opportunity arose for him? Clearing his throat, he decided that he would just have to deal with him and stay on whatever good side he had. Wesker smiled lightly at him and said, "Crestfield, how wonderful of you to drop by." Smiling back despite his ill will, he replied calmly," Albert, how nice to see you. I do hope your enjoying your new office." Crestfield moved to take a seat across from him.

"I see you found the Brandy I sent."

Chuckling softly to himself and giving Crestfield chills, he answered in reply, " Yes, I did, among other things. You have provided me with plenty Crestfield. I truly appreciate it." He took a sip of his brandy,

" Do you have the files I requested?"

Giving him a perplexed look, he said, " I do. The bio's of the intelligent high school students in the suburban District 126, correct?" Excellent was the reply from Wesker. Still perplexed, he handed the files to him and watched as he sifted through them and began to skim the contents of one of the folders.

"Why do you want to read the bios of teenagers?" He asked but was only answered by the curt reply, " I think it's time we visited the suburb's he said, gazing down at one file with a sinister smile on his face and the words in his mind......Weeping Meadows ....

Meanwhile, in the small suburb of Weeping Meadows , Illinois.....

" I hate French" sighed Celeste. Leaning against her arm-pillow positioned on her bed. Her deep-set distaste of French didn't affect her GPA one bit, but she still couldn't stand it. More her teacher than the material. Giving another dramatic sigh, she slammed her book shut and hopped off her bed. Lots of dull homework makes Nev a dull girl, she thought with a smile. It's about time I got out of here, and do some shopping. Celeste grabbed her coat despite her mother's insistence that she should stay home; Celeste had to get out of there. She was just like normal teenagers on the outside.... but inside her lean 5'6 frame was intelligence, integrity and an impressive 3 dimensional memory. No one knew how smart she really was, because of her quiet, grounded nature she had a few choice friends that new how much smarts she really possessed. As she slid behind the wheel of her '97 Mitsubishi Eclipse, she began to think about her theories. The one thing that truly set her apart from the other 16-year-olds was her fascination of virology. She believed that it you took a very deadly virus and cultivated it with another virus of almost equal destruction, the end result would be catastrophic. The mutagenic properties would be so great that it would not only kill..... it would transform. But these were only hypothesises. This information was hers and hers alone...... she had written all her ideas down in a binder that had become the closest thing to her. Safely in her knapsack, she never let it out of her sight. "I'm paranoid" she thought, laughing at herself...... who would want this?

Three hours after Celeste had gone to the mall; Albert Wesker was seated at a cafe located in the heart of Weeping Hills. He was told that the girl he had to find was coming to the cafe he was seated in. The entire corporation had frowned upon all of his ideas for the high school students. His idea might be outlandish, but it had its benefits. High school students were easy to manipulate and did not truly want world domination, they wanted money. This was his theory in its entirety. He had scene what power had done to the Ashford's. Alexia had been brilliant, but unfortunately her mentally unstable state had caused her to be more of a nuisance than a genius. All of the power hungry tyrants he had met had all been at least a couple of screws loose. He knew that even he felt himself loose control at some points.

.......Redfield........

That name set him off every time it was mentioned. God he hated him. Actually, he mused to himself; God had nothing to do with his hatred. No one had known why he had hated Chris. That was what probably boggled most of his co-workers minds. Only he knew the truth behind his own madness. The one and only reason he hated Chris was out of pure jealousy. As pathetic as it was, he had held a grudge against him from the beginning of his career on the S.T.A.R.S. team. Chris had been the funny guy. The one who everyone loved to talk to and converse with. He was always known as the egotistical, enigmatic one. The one that people were afraid to approach and start conversations with unless it was absolutely necessary. Thinking about it made his blood boil. He had hated every moment with the goody goody S.T.A.R.S. members and was glad that those times were over. Now he had bigger fish to fry. Smiling, he picked up the town paper and glanced at the door, "Ahh what perfect timing," He thought with a smile as his brown haired prey stepped into the cafe........

**This was my first Fic. I hope it wasn't that obvious. I will continue it if I get a couple of reviews. I am open to constructive criticism, so feel free to give me a piece of your mind if you think it is necessary.