Wesker
It was late in
the evening...a lone man was looking outside his appartment window
onto the silent streets.
He felt a quiet urge inside of
him...revenge, pride, death, pain, memories.
He knew that a part
of him was missing, lost in an attempt to gain ultimate power.
"Damn
that son of a bitch" he mumbled to himself. The smoke from his
cigar filled the room like an illuminous silken ghost, his face
contorted with anger... memories of failure displaying inside his
mind over and over again.
"Why? What went wrong? It was
so perfect...how could they haved survived?"
The man stepped
back from the window, he sat down in his large leather chair which
gave some comfort at this late an hour.
A small clock kept on
taunting him "My god...3:21A.M. already?"
But he didn't
care...sleep was something he began to ignore more and more
lately...even if his body didn't show it. Files, paperwork,
classified top secret projects...his life work, that and and his
marksmanship skills.
He slowly took off his sunglasses and placed
them on the table next to the report he just finished, he rubbed his
eyes in pain. He sighed and kept on thinking about his life and
future, contemplating on how to exact his revenge on the man who
destroyed everything for him, Chris Redfield.
Again you saw
the fury in his eyes, those dangerous yellow reptilian eyes. There
mere sight of the could steal your soul, yet alone scare the living
daylights out of you. But as he went on he knew it was
useless...what he should do is go to bed and get some rest.
His
own conciousness kept on telling him that he needs sleep, no matter
how hard he fights it, his body begins to weaken. "Perhaps...just
for a few hours?"he got up and opened the door to his bed
chamber, a grin creeped up on his face.
"Well...haven't
seen one of THESE for a while" he chuckled in humor of his own
mockery. He barely bothered with his clothing, he took off his jacked
which bared the lettering 'HCF' on the back and placed it on the
floor.
Lazily he took off his shoes and finnally slumped into the
bed, it was cool at first, but the warmth swooned over him in time,
joyously he exhaled in victory.
His mind wasn't focused on death
anymore or revenge nor the past...his only concern was now the
comfort and love he recieved from his emminent slumber.
'hmmm...it's
so nice...to close your eyes without fear...'
And thus he went on
to dream...