3 Experiments

I'm still considering adding another universe. Probably Marvel. And to those who said that RE would be cannon fodder in Marvel, I'm referring to the MCU, not the comics. And if you still think it would be cannon fodder, then you underestimate the power of the existing viruses and the Mutamycete. If I really am to merge the two worlds, I will do it slowly and progressively, focusing on RE for now, while dropping some hints about Marvel. But nothing is concrete yet, so I'm still open to suggestions.

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Hell.

That's the only word to describe the next few months I spent at the Umbrella Corporation.

After they found out that I was a successful experiment, I thought I would be free from some tortures at least. I couldn't be more wrong. The tests mentioned by Sabrina, the researcher who approached me at the time, were utterly inhuman.

Every day, they stuck huge needles in various parts of my body, including my head, without anesthesia. They injected compounds and injections that I had no idea what they were, but they made my body tremble with pain, making me wish for death.

However, I couldn't die. Oh, no sir. The healing factor provided by the T-Virus kept me alive, no matter what they did. And when the damn chief researcher found out about it, they cut me, again and again, to study my body. It started with the fingers, then the feet, the hands, the legs, they even removed the top of my skull to see how my brain reacted and behaved in real time.

All this while I was conscious to get the best results in the tests.

You might be wondering how I haven't gone mad yet, right? Well, it's all thanks to the T-Virus and my body. My desire to have an adaptable body that evolved, together with the characteristics of the T-Virus, made my body adapt to pain and torture after months of testing. With each needle, I felt less pain, with each electric shock, I burned less, with each cut, my skin became more resistant, and I healed faster.

Slowly, my body evolved, and quickly, my hatred for this organization grew.

I'm only behaving myself because I haven't received my Mutamycete yet, even after months in the facilities. I can't wait to kill everyone in this place, but not before torturing them slowly.

Interrupting my monologue, my attention goes to the heavily fortified door of my room, which opened. A researcher entered, looking at me with disdain.

"D-001, come with me." The scientist said, turning around and walking out of my room.

I said nothing, just got up and followed him.

I walked right behind the scientist and wandered through the facilities. Every time I left my room, I memorized the sections I passed through, I memorized every face, every smell, and stored it in my memory. When I'm complete, I will hunt everyone down, no exceptions.

And I'll do it with a smile on my face.

After several minutes of walking through the facilities, we reached a door that led to a huge bridge that connected to the other side. The bridge was suspended over a huge hole. We crossed the bridge, and arrived on the other side where there was a huge steel gate, where other scientists were waiting, including the man I hate the most.

Dr. Ironwall.

The man responsible for me and the tests done on me. The hatred inside me starts to bubble, and I need to strongly contain myself not to jump and rip the throat of that damn man. Fortunately, none of these idiots can perceive the thirst for blood, otherwise my act of a well-behaved little girl would go down the drain.

Ironwall looks at me with a disgusting smile, "Well, well, if it isn't my favorite little girl! I'm glad you're here, today we'll have a special session."

"A special session? Will I have more exams?" I asked innocently. What does this bastard mean by special session?

"No, no, dear Bel. For months, we investigated what your body can do, what it can withstand, and all tests resulted in the same conclusion: you, my girl, have the perfect body. Not only did you integrate perfectly with the T-Virus, but also with various other T-Virus variants that were in testing, and deadly poisons!"

What? Does that mean all those fluids injected into me for months were other virus variants and poisons?! This guy is crazy to inject those things into a child's body!

He continued, "And all of this was absorbed, surpassed! Integrating with you, making your body stronger, more resistant! More... evolved."

The man's eyes shone with greatness as he said that. Crazy bastard.

"I don't understand..." I said in fake confusion, and Ironwall looked at me with pity. Oh, how I want to rip those eyes out and make you swallow them.

"Don't worry, dear. Everything will become clearer as you grow up. Now come, today marks the beginning of your powers tests."

Powers tests? Now that he says that, I don't know exactly what I can do. Fortunately, this bastard is giving me the chance to find out, and I'll use every second of my time perfecting and evolving.

On this side of the bridge where we were, there was a huge steel gate, and Ironwall, as he put his card on the panel next to it, a robotic voice sounded.

[Welcome to block C3, Doctor Ironwall]

Soon, the huge steel gate in front of us began to open, revealing...Another steel gate that opened...And another.

What there is in here that they need so many gates for?

When it opened completely, I could finally see what was inside. There was nothing, just a huge empty space. This doesn't smell good to me.

"Now dear, come in so we can start, okay?"

I nodded obediently and entered. Inside, I could see that the place looked like an arena, with cameras everywhere. Then the gates started to close behind me, and I turned around and faced Ironwall.

"Try to survive as much as you can, okay?" He says with a smile.

Damn lunatic.

When the doors closed, red lights started flashing inside the huge arena with a deafening noise, and then I heard the robotic voice again.

[Project Beelzebub D-001, beginning of combat tests]

As soon as he finished speaking, a hidden door began to open on the other side of the arena, revealing a dark background. Then I hear heavy footsteps, whatever it is that's walking, it's heavy. Then I see, a huge humanoid monster completely disfigured coming towards me.

Its body is a grayish-green color and it's a mess of skin, flesh, and bones, forming a monster with huge claws. The strangest thing was its chest, which had a huge pulsating heart halfway out.

I remember very well what this ugly monstrosity is. This is the first prototype of Tyrant created by Umbrella. It's good to know because now I know I'm in the middle of 1998, when the first Tyrant prototype was made.

[First combat test. D-001 against T-001]

I snap out of my thoughts when I hear the robotic voice again. Seriously? They want a little girl to fight a Tyrant? I don't even know what can I do!

The Proto-Tyrant finally seems to have noticed me, and it roars in my direction, marking the beginning of the fight.

Fucking Hell...