Behind the Tyrant

Chapter One: In the Beginning

The next day, freshly spilt up from my toxic ex I walk into the laboratory. I fell into my chair and did a spin. He was officially out of life and someone else's problem! Smiling I pull up the latest set of tests results to begin my daily review. I checked the clock, about now Wesker was giving his presentation. Standing I grab a petri dish with the latest sample of the T-Virus and shove it underneath my microscope.
"Damn it." I sigh. "I wonder if maybe..."
"Commander Vladimir!" My boss squeaked. "I was unaware you would be by today for an inspection." I peaked around the corner to see the massive Russian filling the doorway. I quickly go back to my work and begin taking notes.
"It is too unstable." My boss said his voice shaking, "the mutations are too unpredictable." I sit back racking my brain, when a fellow researchers places down a cup of ice water. That's it, if the virus was slowed down, the mutation could be better controlled! I frantically begin typing in the configuration of my idea into the computer. I bite my lip hoping I was on the right track.
"My patiences is wearing thin." Sergei said darkily. I stand and begin to perpare my petri dish, for examination. My focus is solely on the task at hand when,
"Dr.Crow!" Steven's called hitting my shoulder. I look up and infront of me is the Commander.
"You have a good reason for ignoring me, da." Sergei asked. My stomach drops, oh fuck I pissed him off.
"I was.." I begin when I hear a groan from the floor. My boss is laying there in a pool of blood.
"I fixed the problem." I blurt out . To my horror and relief the Commander raises his eyes brow and smiles.

I sit in the bathroom alone my head in my hands. Why did I claim that I fixed it! It was just an idea! I bite my lip knowing full well if this didn't pan out I was in deep shit. It had been a week and I had been given a small team to test my theory out. Key word for me being, THEORY. The Commander was hovering over me the entire time. The only positive was Wesker now had to find someone else to do his job and the rumour was he was not nearly as good as I was.
"Dr.Crow! If you believe hiding yourself away in the ladies lavatory will diswade me from coming in after you, you are sorely mistaken." Dr.Wesker calls.
"Do you not have something better to do! Then chase me down!" I demand standing up. "Like I don't know your job!" I flush pretending I was just not sitting there doing nothing and exit the stall to find Wesker walking into the bathroom.
"Your mouth is beginning to aggravate me." He replied. Unafraid of the man before me I laugh and wash my hands.
"Just go away Dr. Wesker." I huff. "I don't have the energy to put up with you."
"I am afraid you have made that impossible." He replies. "Your idea holds promise." My legs turn to jelly for a moment, relief washing over me. I smile while I dry my hands and head out no longer fearing for my life.
"What happens now?" I ask.
"Empty your current desk, you are now working with my team directly on the tyrant project." He replied. "Just so you know I do not tolerate bleeding hearts."
"If I was a bleeding heart, I wouldn't be working for Umbrella." I reply looking side long. I watch him adjust his black turtle neck and see large fading bruises shaped like fingers. I internally cringe, they looked bad. I went to ask but stopped, it not your business, I tell myself.
"You say that now." He snorted. "We will see how well you do when put to the test."
"Jealous or bitter." I sneer. "I must say niether look suits you." Wesker arm shoots out preventing me from taking another step. "Padron?" He snarls. I look him in the eye, remembering all the times he flaunted his intelligence and power. All the times he made people cower in fear and the times he made me feel little.
"You heard me Dr.Wesker." I reply. "Tell me how badly dose it piss you off that some level two researcher solved your problem? If I remember correctly you told the board last time I was up for promotion I was just another face in the endless disappointments who walk through the doors. That they had wasted resources in recruiting me."
"You listen to me Crow. Your nothing. Like everyone here you will run your course in usefulness. Once that occurs you will be discarded and forgotten." He said his voice cold. "We both know you just got lucky that day. Now however your luck has run out." I laugh, surprising him
"Oh Dr.Wesker to me you will always be nothing but arrogant bully and I hate to be the one to tell you but you are everyone else." I mock. "So when will you run your course? Or had that already happened?" I glare him unafraid and completely cold. He turns on his heel and storms off as I give a small smile. "You won't be beat me Albert Wesker."