I've never known true terror.. at least until I looked into eyes that glimmer like those of a feral cat.. pure golden liquids engulfed with flecks of red and grey. Through them I realized how wrong I was, that fear wasn't just bullies.. or losing your life.. or being bitten by a zombie in an infested city.. It was facing this demon. This man.
Albert Wesker.
He was what hell looked like on Earth, a cool smirk pressing his lips upward with just a hint of that smugness he usually always had. He held out a hand, my body glued to the ground while hot plumes of smoke and fire rose all around us. It was the remains of that consuming adrenaline-fed terror that caused me to be unmoved, frozen on the ground in a lock down. We stared at each other, my eyes watching the way the smirk slowly slid down before becoming a thin line of disinterest.
"I mean, if you want to burn up in the remains of the Ashford facility.. I can leave you here." Wesker coolly bit out, causing my body to jump in response to his voice.
"I-I'd rather die then be near you let alone go ANYWHERE with you!" I ground out, my voice a quiver of a dozen emotions, most of which were unnameable to me.
He shrugged, dropping his hand slowly before turning half away from me, glancing briefly to me for a moment from this new side angle. "Suit yourself, Redfield. But that'd be a waste. You'd be better to me alive then a crisp."
I snorted. "I won't be bait for my brother. I won't be a means to hurt him for you. I won't be a prize, or a tool, or a pawn." I rose to my feet shakily, the base all around us shaking as explosions blanketed the distance.