#i wanted to draw his helmet but its out of my skill 😭

[koluniie]

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[missusvixxen]

★ - Deceived Angel | Albert Wesker x OC - ★ Part 1

A/N: The POV is from a girl named Angel Borris, but you may interpret her as you. She is one of Umbrella's successful test subjects. This is my first time writing fanfics and English is not my first language so please excuse the mess😭I also have not played any of their games but I have watched their live-action movies and some gameplays, so I apologize if this isn't lore-accurate🙏 TW: Abandonment, gaslighting, manipulation, violence, drugging.

Main Series: Part 2 Shorts: Family Affair

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Amid the chaos, I found myself lost. Trapped in a tangled state of emotions. White-clad figures ran away from me while the sharp wail of alarms pierced through the flood of frantic voices. My heart pumped fast as I stood frozen in the hallway, her words echoing constantly in my mind like a broken record. "Stay."

Suddenly, the sound of heavy footsteps drew in. Instinctively, I prepared for defense, but before I could make a move, multiple arms seized me, pulling me back with a force I could've resisted. I was surrounded by people with helmets, pointing their guns at me, yelling at me to stay down. Panic surged through me as I struggled against the solid grip, but all was ended when a sharp pain traveled through my neck.

Within the darkness, I made out murmurs circling around me, my limbs sensing restraint. Panic surged as I shot my eyes open. A heartbeat monitor stood to my left, my arms and legs were bound to the chair, wires attached to my head. Two people entered, one in white, the other in black. The one in black had something on his face, covering his eyes, something I haven't seen before.

"Why are you out of your cell? How did you get out?" He asked me. I couldn't tell if he was mad or not, his voice sounded deeper than the I'm used to hearing.

"I-I…" I stuttered, meeting his deadpan gaze with slight aggression, though fear hid beneath the surface. "I wanted to escape," I confessed, my voice trembling slightly as I tried to assert dominance. Who does he think he is? Surely, I hold more power than him. He was just another person trying to belittle me. He's just another scientist, a distraction from an approaching needle.

He huffed and tilted his head. "Is that so? Why would you do that? We've given you a home. Why would you abandon it?” I remained silent. They did give me a home. This is my home.

The man in white placed a hand on his shoulder and whispered to him, “Let’s just return her to her cell, Albert.”

"Where's my sister...?" As his silence stained the atmosphere, a sense of threat crept over me, his slow, advancing steps adding to my anxiety. The flickering lights cast erratic shadows, panic growing among the people in white. Their unhinged movements mirrored the fear I felt, their shadows betraying their inner turmoil.

"What did you do to her?!" I screamed, my jaw slightly ajar, revealing the inside of my mouth. Suddenly, a dark, massive figure emerged from the ground, steadily growing in size. With a deafening roar, it rampaged through the room, claiming three lives in its wake. I struggled to break free, desperately attempting to fend off the remaining threat with my one free arm.

"BORRIS!" The man in black snapped, halting our tantrums, and drawing our attention to him. "Enough. Your sister escaped," he huffed, tone heavy with resignation. "Our efforts to bring her back were unsuccessful. There's no doubt that she won't get caught by locals. She's very good at hiding."

"It's actually a shame, you know. Her gift was very high in potential. Similar to yours, her skills were very promising." The man in white remarked.

As we both recovered from the outburst, the figure eased back into place, returning to its usual form. For a moment, we locked eyes, a silent understanding passing between us. A tear of frustration slipped down my cheek, betraying the emotions swirling within. Gently, he drew closer, his touch tender as he wiped away the tear, wordlessly offering solace in the face of uncertainty.

Suddenly, his grip slightly tightened on my jaw, gently guiding my eyes to his. His expression was unreadable, even for his shadow. He waited for a response, for another fit of rage, until he spoke.

"How does it feel to realize you've been held captive by the company since childhood?" he murmured, his voice gruff with unsettling tranquility, "And now, abandoned by your own blood to become our new 'perfect' subject?"

My eyes sparked a light, twinkling with hope. "Perfect? What makes me greater than her?" I tensed, disbelief creeping into my voice. "Why do you think she managed to escape this place? They've been feeding her, giving her more." I protested, my words laced with doubt and confusion.

In the intense moment, he leaned in close, his warm breath brushing against my face. Time stopped as we locked into each other's gaze, an uncertain sensation sending shivers down my spine. "Indeed she was." he acknowledged, "She was an excellent girl, but her disobedience grew. She became aware of her immense power and worth, leading to her escape. She bit the apple of the garden and fled. She became a liability. You, on the other hand, are the perfect candidate to replace her. Gifted and cooperative. In that regard... you are perfect." He concluded and tucked a hair behind my ear. 

"You are a gift to our program," he declared, his words carrying both promise and ominous intent. "A gem to be polished and treasured. Even now, your potential shines brightly, and we intend to nurture it to the fullest." I knew his words tinged with venom, yet I was tempted to be poisoned with his deceit.

Left in a daze, he turned on his heel, leaving me with the people in white. They were now attaching tubes to my arm, I'm not sure why, but a great sense of power coursed through my veins. "Put her back in her cell and get them to look for the other one. We can't risk that bitch to breach the facility." I sighed, heat rushing through my face. Closing my eyes, I let the praise wash over my mind, like a comforting embrace from my prince charming. "I'm perfect..."