My first true Resident Evil fic...Never saw that coming. o.O I hope that everyone enjoys it. I'm open for questions, comments,criticisms, though stupid flames shall be used to heat my house!
Huge thanks to all my friends at the Wesker Vs. Chris forum for their support, and Itaki, the beta-reader, for actually putting up with this.
Approved to an extent and edited by Itaki.
Disclaimer: I do not own Resident Evil or Albert Wesker
"You're joking," Albert Wesker said in a low voice full of disbelief. His cat-like eyes narrowed dangerously, his normally stoic look replaced by anger. He had to control his voice, fighting back a growl that threatened to burst forth. If he had been around ANYONE else than the woman in front of him, heads would be rollling.
Literally.
But, he was forced to boil on the inside, as he was standing in front of the head of HCF. She was, oh so affectionately, called, "The Ice Queen." Her name was Maria Vo, a woman who grew up in Paris and had more power than most men in the world. Not to mention money and good looks.
Her pale blond hair was pulled back into an elegant bun, her red lips prused, her blue eyes glaring knives into him. Her jeweled hands rested on the rests of her leather seat behind the large mahogany desk, her red nails manicured to perfection. Her long legs were crossed, her white chanel suit flawless.
She looked as impeccable as always, lovely, exquisite, almost like a doll. But her tone was anything but lovely. "I do not joke, Albert," She replied icily, adressing him by his first name. She was used to working with men like him, so she was not intimidated by him in the least. "And I will not repeat myself."
Wesker had to bite back a retort, glaring instead at the file on the desk. It contained his newest "mission" if you could even call it that. The daughter of an Umbrella Researcher had disappeared suddenly one morning. It was unknown what had happened; It was assumed that she ran away. Normally, Umbrella wouldn't care, but she had stolen some very important documents from her Father.
Her name was Trinity Bryant.
It sounded pathetically easy; All he had to do was retrieve the files and the girl. Period. But, he felt like Maria was mocking him because of his latest failure. He had done all of his missions pefectly. That was, until he had to retrieve a sample of the T-Veronica, T-Alexia Virus. Everything had gone according to plan, but then the Redfields showed up, and everything then went to hell.
Alexia was dead. The base was destroyed. Chris had gotten away, Steve's body was fruitless, and he was left with a scar around his left eye from the explosion. And in Maria's eyes, he had royally fucked up. His punishment was going on pettyretrieval missions.
"Don't give me that look," She snapped at him. "There is a specific reason I chose you for this." She stood up, walking over to him. Wesker again fought back a growl as she stood in front of him. "This girl is not alone. She is being accompanied by a woman who is a tyrant. She is like you. Somehow, she is the girl's...protector. We went some men after her a few days ago. This morning, we found them dead. Torn the shreds."
"Do I kill her?" He asked, looking at the wall instead of at his boss. He had a feeling she was about to try something and was not in the mood for it.
"If she gets in your way," Maria replied, suddenly smiling. She reached out a ran a finger along the scar by his eye, recieving a very low growl. "You are my best agent, Albert. But, you messed up. You have failed me once. Do not fail me again."
The blonde man grabbed her wrist when she tried to let her hands go any lower than his face. "I'm not in the mood for your games," He said softly, infuriated by the smirk on her face. "I am not some little sex kitten for your amusement. Use some other bastard. Are we done?"
"Now we are," She chuckled, walking back in her chair and crossing her legs.
Without another word, Wesker quietly stormed out of the room, the file in his hand, slamming the door, praying for the next person who pissed him off.
Wesker walked into his apartment, still seething, still furious. He hated Maria, almost as much as he hated Chris Redfield. He hated how she controlled her soldiers with seductions, coaxes, even blackmail, into doing whatever she wanted. It didn't help that she was gorgeous to most men. When he was younger, Wesker may have fell for it. But at thirty-nine years old, he knew how most women like her worked. All he could do was grit his teeth and ignore it.
Sighing, the blonde man suddenly felt very tired. Rubbing his temples, he threw the file onto a table, debating on whether or not to open it. He wasn't supposed to leave until tomorrow morning, so he could review it when he was on the plane to Paris.
Of course, it was only five o' clock in the afternoon. It wasn't like he had anything else to do. Taking off his sunglasses, he sat down at the table and opened the file.
It was a file about the girl, along with one about the woman. He picked it up, looking it over. Trinity Bryant, age 15. Light brown hair, light blue eyes. Height was 5'4. Weight was a hundred pounds. Blood type was AB-, and so on, and so forth. Her last known residence, before she disappeared, was somewhere in Canada. How she ended up in Paris, France, Wesker could only speculate.
"Paris," He murmered softly, closing his eyes and stretching. "...I need a cigarette..." Not bothering to finish the rest of the file, he closed it, walking over to the balcony, lighting one up. It was adisgusting habit, he knew. It was also a habit he shared with Redfield, which he'd never admit to. But he was stressed. Usually, the only way to placify it was to kill something. He of course couldn't at that moment, so this was the next best thing.
"Kid's father is in Umbrella," He muttered, closing his eyes. "Father is top researcher. Father doesn't pay attention to Kid. Kid somehow finds out what Father is up to. Kid steals file. Kid runs away with Woman. Flee to Paris. Get attacked my our men. Men killed. Both Umbrella and HCF after her...Woman not human..."
His mind then travelled to what Maria had said about killing the female Tyrant. Much easier said than done. Especially if she was like Alexia. The tyrant bristled at just the thought. How was it that HE could not beat her, but the Redfields could? It made him sick with disgust.
But, Wesker didn't have to kill the woman, if she didn't get in his way. Then again, you don't run away thousands of miles away from home and just hand over the person you're protecting. Maybe, if he was lucky, she'd be a decent fight.
Chuckling, Wesker put out the cigarette and walked back inside. He walked to his room, collapsing onto his bed, which was, of course, black. He layed spread eagle on hs back, staring at the cieling.
You have failed me once, Wesker, Maria's voice taunted softly. I will not tolerate another. The blonde narrowed his eyes to slits. He was starting to get tired of his superior. It was bad enough to be controlled by a mere woman, but one who loved flaunting her power in his face?
He was getting ready to rip her pretty little face apart with his bare hands.
The thought comforted him somewhat.
Wesker sighed again and buried his face into his pillow. Now he was bored. When he got bored, he had a habit of over analizing things. And the last thing he wanted to do right now was think.
He turned back over onto his back, glaring at the cieling, then looking over at the clock on his nightstand. 5:30. Too early to drink, too early to sleep. He'd pack in the morning. Not that he ever packed heavily. A knife, a gun, some clothes. Maybe some explosives.
Maybe.
"That's it!" He snapped suddenly, sitting up. "I'm driving myself up the fucking wall..." He looked at the floor, then at the mirror on his wall, staring at his reflection.
The eyes of a Hunter, of the Devil himself, stared back coldly, almost accusingly. He smirked, and his reflection returned it. Reaching over to his nightstand, he picked up his Desert Eagle and cocked it. Still smirking, he aimed it at the mirror.
"Fuck you," He said softly and fired.
As always, comments and critisicms are fine, but flames will be ignored.
o.O Do you think I got Wesker's personlity right? I hope so..
Anyways, read and review. Adios.