Quest For More Power
A Story About Albert Wesker's Quest For Power
By Anthony Alves
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Chapter 1
Wesker's Pest
"I am Albert Wesker, the greatest man to ever walk the earth. I am better than anything else. No thing or person is above me. I am invincible yet unknown to most of the world. I am as perfect as any human can dream of and beyond. The story about how I became virtually immortal is for another day, although I will briefly describe this later on when I feel like it. Don't like it? Well tough luck for you then, most sensible people would die to hear what I have to tell so listen up. I am going to describe how I came to be the first and only perfect being in world history." Albert Wesker had started a book on his laptop out of boredom and ego in the middle of the night in his new summer home located in northern Washington.
His house was fairly large but was secluded out in the Ackley Mountain side for privacy. Wesker's cell phone had begun ringing so he answered it.
"Hello?" Wesker answered his cell phone.
"Somebody has breached you're house, go check it out." One of Wesker's many Mexican spies informed him.
Wesker hung up the phone and went to check it, nobody disturbs Wesker in the middle of the night and gets away with it, especially if he HAD to be informed by a wetback. Wesker proved himself to be a racist back in the R.P.D, although he never said such things to anyone but Mr. Irons, that douche-bag of a chief. Wesker only cared about himself, and was apparent in Wesker's mind, as he was ready to torture whoever was sneaking inside his house.
Wesker carefully walked out of his office and then downstairs. He looked to see his deck door open and he heard someone behind him. Wesker turned around quickly and grabbed the person by the neck and threw the person (or thing) outside. Wesker then swiftly picked the person (he could feel the human flesh) up by the neck off his wonderful deck and saw whom he was chocking.
"Well if it isn't the lovely Claire Redfield!" Wesker said out loud as he dropped her.
"Get out or die." Wesker said to Claire as she was gasping for breath.
Wesker soon lost patience and simply picked Claire up and threw her off his deck down a hill.
"Say hello to Chris for me!" Wesker yelled out to her.
"What an idiot." Wesker said to himself when he was sure she was gone, it was a long hill you know.
Wesker did not kill her because he knew Chris would come with backup, Wesker did not want his only private summer home damaged. Plus he doubted Claire would dare try that again.
"What a stupid bitch." Wesker thought to himself as he walked back inside his domain. Wesker then decided to just go to bed; he would need all the rest he could get.