Name: Liberty of Death: Sons of Wesker

Genre: Action/Adventure

Plot: "Project Wesker" was a tremendous success in science, although nobody new but Umbrella. Ultimate speed, unimaginable strength, practically no emotions and fabulous battle skills - that's what Albert Wesker has, and much more talents that are still unknown. Umbrella, decides to clone him, against his will - and his three sons of Wesker are born. The company is in the hands of Spencer, and Spencer wants power, and he believs that this power can be delivered to him by the hands of Weskers children, but Wesker has other plans. He sends them away - leaving only one of them with himself. Years after, a first viral outbreak occurs in Russia in one of the secret Umbrella laboratories in Krasnoyarsk, long before the Raccoon City incident. And that's when it all goes horribly wrong...

Inspired by Hideo Kojima's Metal Gear Solid and Capcoms Resident Evil

Characters:

Albert Wesker
Blake Wesker (OC)
Carter Wesker (OC)
David Wesker (OC)
H.U.N.K.
Frederic Downing
Vincent Goldman
Ricardo Irving
Luis Sera
Ozwell E. Spencer
William Birkin

And many more...

Prologue

The trouble with the rat race is that even if you win, you re still a rat.
-Lily Tomlin

[13:56 PM, Alaska, July 26, 1978]

The room was almost completely dark, and only the dim blue light from the monitors made it glow in somewhat a neon manner, In the middle of the room sat a figure - you could only guess that it was a man,
by his slicked back blond hair and steady features. His square jaw was clenched tight; the sunglasses he wore on his face hid his eyes perfectly. His fingers were interwined as he thoughtfully observed the monitores in that same emotionless manner. On the monitors there were different people, put in some sort of caged rooms; the man watched each of them, noticing everything - their behavior, their doings. If you looked closely,
you could see that the man was no older than 20 years old, though he looked older because of his black clothes and stoned expression.

The door opened, revealing a man in his late thirties, with blond hair, piercing blue eyes and a white suit. He could make an impression of a simply lone man, harmless and rather ordinary if not his eyes - they told that this man would trade his mother for money or just his own purposes.

- Wesker, Spencer wants to talk to you. - said the man in a deep baritone. Wesker didn't even flinch or turn his head to acknowledge the presence of a new person in his room. - He wants to talk to you now. - said the man, accenting on the last word. Wesker just pushed some buttons on something, resting near his chair and a picture of an old man appeared on one of the displays. The blond haired man in a white suit simply vanished, clearly understanding that his further presence wasn't necessary.

- It's nice to see you again, Albert. - greeted the man on a display. It was Spenser himself - a tall man with brown dim eyes and his mouth a thin line as always. He seemed he was 60 or something like that, but in fact he was only 52. His lab work made him look older than he was in reality.

- Spencer. - said Wesker emotionlessly. - I don't think you've missed me that much in these two days you were away. - he gave a light chuckle. Spencer smiled, but his eyes stayed cold and untouched by the smile.

- Anyways, strict to business. I assume that you now that when you have something good and you have it a lot it is necessary to share?

Wesker knew exactly what the older man was talking about. In his mind he groaned inwardly, but his features remained steady.

- Explain.

- Well, you see, my dear Albert, yourself was a project of Umbrella, as you already learned. A successful project. Now you have power, you have money, you have everything, although not Umbrella... Yet.

- I don't need your company, Spencer.

- Whatever you say, whatever you say. - chuckled the older man. - Anyways, we have another project planned... "The Sons of Wesker". Sounds pretty good, huh?..

Wesker didn't respond.

- As a matter of a fact, the idea of the project is simple. Umbrella is encouraged by the success when we made you and wants to create... Others. Like you.

- I believe my opinion is not important. - said Wesker, not asking, but demanding.

- Exactly, Albert. It's an order.

- From you if I get it right.

Spencer smiled, but this smile had nothing to do with sincerity or kindness; it reminded more of a way a predator, toying with his pray.

- As I already said, sharing is the most important part of life. Kids in kindergarden learn it when they have too many cookies and their fiends are eager to take them... In a friendly way or just roughly. It's how you choose it - with your kind approval or... - his voice sounded threatening.

Wesker shrugged.

- I have my powers. I can kill all your soldiers without even breaking a sweat.

Spencer laughed.

- Oh, Albert, you're so naive! How could you possibly think that I haven't prepared any surprises for my best project ever? I'm not so rude, son. Actually, there's a microchip installed into your system, right between your flesh and your heart. If you won't do as I say...

Wesker suddenly felt as if a jolt of electricity was sent right through his body. Then another jolt followed, much more painful, that made him fall to the floor, grasping the side of his chest with his hand, trying to stand up helping himself with his other arm. Useless. Waves of pain went through his whole body, making him shake.

- As you see I wasn't lying... This time at least. - smirked Spencer, eyeing his best project ever lying on the floor, gasping for breath. - I must say that it is remarkable, that you still are trying to resist. Most ordinary people would die already of tremendous pain...

Wesker gritted his teeth not wanting any sounds of pain to leave his mouth. He wasn't about to give Spencer such satisfaction.

- So I just have to push the button and... - said Spencer carelessly. - And my favorite project will be disposed of. And we wouldn't want that, right?..

Wesker just gritted his teeth even more tightly and closed his eyes; it was getting really hard for him to breath but he couldn't give up. Couldn't loose. Not to Spencer. Not to anyone.

- Stubborn as ever. - sighted Spencer. - Well, I think we'll just have to...

Wesker opened his eyes, his vision blurry and sucked air through his gritted teeth, clutching at his chest. He heard the door open - no, the door being kicked - and then a man in a gas mask with a TMP in his hands stepped in, two more men standing behind him in similiar attire and weapon.

- H.U.N.K., drag him to the East wing of the facility, floor C room 89. Don't worry about hs strength abilities, he's taken good care of... Just in case. - a jolt of pain ran through Wesker's body once again. - But for his own safety...

One of the man from H.U.N.K.'S. group nodded and hit Wesker hard on the back of his head with his TMP. Everything fell into the darkness as he lost consciousness. Spencer briefly nodded.

- Perfect. Now to the East wing. Call me if he regains consciousness all of a sudden. I'll deal with it. - Spencer smirked.

H.U.N.K. shook his head and the three men lifted Weskers almost lifeless body, his sunglasses falling to the floor as they did it quite clumsily. A little mark glimpsed - an Umbrella logo, exactly, and a little writing in white - our business is life itself.

The display went black but not before they saw Spencer taking out his cellphone and dialing some number.

The "Sons of Wesker" project was about to begin.