When I was little, I was always surrounded by white walls. They were immaculate, clean. There were always tubes and test subjects. I saw doctors daily. Not because I was sick. Unless you count the virus running through my veins as sickness. Which it may as well be, but, I never caught anything that could count as the common cold. Though, I knew I was different. Really, what kind of child sits in a white basement twenty four seven, being experimented on, and never gets to see what is beyond those walls? To them, I was an animal. Nothing more. Nothing less. Unlike other children, I didn't have a parental figure. No one to tuck me in at night. No one to kiss my wounds and offer me comfort if I were to cry. No one to go to if I had a nightmare.

Even after Dr. Jacobs began to see me as more then just an experiment. He couldn't do these things for me. He did try to teach me some necessities though. Like how to speak. How to read and write. He was going to teach me some mathematics, but he suddenly stopped coming to see me. Now that I think back on it, I'm sure he was killed. Who wants a creature designed for the battlefield to be able to speak its mind? To be able to question you? Of course, they do want you to be able to understand the, and their orders, but they didn't want you to be able to converse with them. You're their dog.

Life at that time was purely bitter. Like a taste you can never get rid of. It's burned into you. It's a life of indescribable loneliness. It chills the soul and hardens the heart. This was the feeling during this time in my childhood. Then one day, hope came. In the form of a young silver haired man named Ben. He lifted me up from the darkness of my cell, and ran. Ran from the building I had always known. Fresh air hit my face for the first time. I had seen the trees and the mountains. The sky was so blue. I had never imagined it to be so beautiful. I was never as happy as I was in that moment.

We stayed in an old motel. It was run down and smelled a little. To tell you the truth, that didn't matter to me in the least. I was somewhere other then that lab. Which was heaven in itself. It was there that Ben told me that he was my father. He apologized to me over and over again, for not coming to me sooner. He had just discovered my existence and had come for me as soon as possible. I couldn't have been angry with him. He saved me. I don't think I really had the heart to ever be angry. Sad or scared, yes. Anger? Not so much. Especially at that time in my life.

He gave me everything he could. New clothes that actually fit my small body. A haircut, which I was in dire need of. We ate at restaurants, which was a big difference from the food they fed me at the lab. It was way better then that mush they called food. We played in parks and watched movies together. He showed me love and taught me compassion. He taught me about people and society. He taught me how to better myself. Even taught me some math and science. He took me to the zoo once. Seeing the animals up close was exciting. For some reason, when we got to close the animals would run off in fear. I understand it now. I'm sure it was then that Ben realized that the scientists did something to me.

Just as soon as hope gathered me in her arms, she let go. Men from Umbrella came. They had found us. Men in white lab coats and some in a strange full body suit that I had never seen. Then and old man with dark graying hair. It was all very frightening. I felt like I couldn't move, even with my father trying to push me behind him. Then everything went black. I probably should have been thankful, but I wasn't. I wanted to know what was going on desperately. I still wish I had been awake.

When I woke, the first thin I saw was those familiar white lights. I felt blinded at first then my eyes adjusted. Then I saw the man with the dark hair standing over me. His face filled with malice. It may have been meant for me, but I know for sure that look was aimed towards my father. Towards Ben. His gaze moved away and I dared to fallow. A gasp echoing from my lips. Lying on the floor, broken limbs, bloody and bruised laid my father, glaring back at the man. Hatred flowing back and forth between the two. I could almost taste it in the air.

"Darius, this is what happens when people try to betray me. When they try to avoid their natural duties. This could have been you as well. Feel lucky that I'm even allowing you to say goodbye." He said in a clipped tone. My father was suffering, even as he tried to move towards me. A tear filled smile gracing his face. I opened my mouth to speak. I'm not sure what I would have said. It was known he wouldn't have lived, even in his condition. Before I could get any words out, it was all cut short with a wave of the older mans hand.

A rain of bullets fell upon my father, who cried out with each bullet struck. I remember the pain clenched tightly around my heart and the tears that sprung forth as I frantically tried to get to him. The man held me back. Ben looked at me, mouthing something that I couldn't understand. Suddenly they stopped, and I noticed the light fading from his eyes, as blue as the sky. His chest stopped moving. The man who gave me everything was also the very first person I had seen die. It will always be engraved in my mind. Especially with the harsh laughter I heard from that man. It echoed through the room. I wanted to go to my fathers’ side but I also wanted to get out of the room. I didn't have a choice. I was quickly ushered from the room.

I didn't get a chance to mourn. I never even saw that man again. The scientists put me right back into their trials and started trainning me for the battlefield. I never seemed to get far. The sound of bullets would put me into a shock. Sometimes I heard the scientists talking about terminating the project. I was now basically a failed specimen. I don't think it would have mattered to me if they had terminated me. Nothing really mattered to me at that time.

Then one day, they all disappeared without a word. The power in the building was shut down and broken. It all suited me just fine, really. There were plenty of supplies around for me to take care of myself with. Whenever I needed food, I would just raid the kitchens. I would eat the things that would go bad sooner. Raw meats, breads and vegetables. The canned foods were always something that ticked me. The other experiments would most often leave me alone, but on the rare chance that they did attack, I would kill them. Sometimes, even eat them. It was a way of surviving. All the other creations would do it, so why shouldn't I? When all sources of food ran out, I was left with nothing. Alone and hungry. I laid in the darkness of the run down lab and waited for my turn to die.

I'm not sure how long I was down there. Though, I am sure it spanned the course of a few years. At the time I often wondered if it was some sort of sick test. Something to see how long it would take for me to survive or get out. With the power off, I found there was no way to get out of the labs. Nothing I could fit through anyways. If it was a test, you'd think someone would come back when I was the only surviving thing down there. I quickly decided it wasn't a test. There was indeed no one coming.

Just as I had given up hope, the lights flickered back on. It would seem that hope as a funny way of showing itself when you really are hopeless. Rearing her head just when she needs you and pulling away for fate. As soon as the lights had come on, a team dressed in strange clothes entered the labs. Wearing logos I had never seen before. They reeked of virus. Just like me, but not. I watched them rummage through papers and files. They took information from the computers and vials of the virus I carried. As soon as I started to move towards them, I was spotted. I was quickly shot. For the second time in my life the world went black against my world. Trapping me in a world of nightmares.

Like the last time I woke, all I saw was bright blinding lights. I went numb on the inside and would have panicked, but I felt a bit groggy. After my eyes adjusted I saw a young woman with long blonde hair standing over me. A smile formed on her face, filled with the same look Ben had given me. She was absolutely beautiful and I could feel a sort of kinship with her.

"Glad you're awake. My name is Sherry. Sherry Birkin." She said, un-strapping me and helping me to sit up. I then noticed that my clothes fit me. They had changed me.

"How are you feeling, um..." She went to look at a clipboard.

"Darius. Darius Wesker. I feel fine, a bit tired, but fine. Thank you." Her eyes widened a bit, and then quickly went back to a smile.

"The tiredness should wear off. You've recovered well. You were in pretty bad shape. I'm pretty sure the T-Virus saved your life." she said, "Can you walk?"

"Yea. I think so." I replied.

"Good. If you wouldn't mind fallowing me then." She said as she went out the door, and I fallowed. The walls were a lot like the lab. White. Clean. It just didn't have the same foreboding atmosphere as the lab. We got in the elevator and she hit a button, one for the top floor. It seemed to take forever. In the reflective mirror I saw my reflection for the first time. I had long matted hair, falling way past my shoulders, blonde in colors, just like Sherry's. My eyes didn't quite match up. One was blue, like the sky, the other was mixed of orange, yellows and reds with a hunter-like pupil. It scared me a little. Enough to where I had to look away.

"Your eye mutated." Sherry stated, "It was blue when you got here, but it slowly started to change after you were shot."

"Oh." That's all I could think of saying on the subject.

"I need a haircut." She laughed at me. Almost suggesting that they thought I liked my hair this long. The elevator doors opened and she led me down a hall, which looked more like an office, to a door. She knocked once then entered and I fallowed. She smiled at me and left me alone. I looked back at the very dark room and noticed a blonde man, intimidating, wearing sunglasses. I wondered if he thought that it was odd. Who would wear sunglasses in the dark?

"Have a seat." He said, though it almost sounded like an order. Feeling a bit frightened, I did as told.

"Welcome home, Darius. This is the home for all like us. Sanctum." he said, "I'm Albert Wesker. I run and manage this facility."

"Home...?" I started, and then something hit me. "Wesker?"

"Yes, home. A place to live, eat, work. A place of family. This building and everything you see in it, is your home as much as it is anyone else’s." he paused, "I must admit you are a very interesting find. A surprise really. Looking at your files, I had to test it myself. You are infact my son. You have my DNA running through your veins along with my virus. How Spencer got a hold of it is a little unsettling, but that outcome is not completely unwanted."

"But...Ben..?" Had Ben lied to me? How could someone have two fathers? This was all very confusing.

"Also your father. Seems Spencer wanted a Grandson. Ben was adopted, but he was still counted as family. He wanted someone strong who might have the mind and the survival skills to one day bring Umbrella back from its grave for him. He must have thought my blood would do the trick." he stated, "It doesn't matter. You're here and that's all we need to know."

"A-Alright." It was a lot to take in. I really had a hard time wrapping my mind around it. He proceeded to explain to me Sanctum and his goals. All seemed like something I could agree with. Even the rules were simple. He talked about the rest of our family. Sherry was my half sister, and I also had another sister and brother. It was all I could have asked for, though I chose to live beneath the surface, with the community. I didn't want to intrude. I knew I had a family now. A real family. I finally have everything I've ever wanted. I finally have somewhere I belong.