The smell of volcanic gases and magma was so disgusting it would have overpowered a lesser man in his place. Not that he was a man anymore. What stood in front of the two regular humans was something far beyond human, both arms made of writhing, twisting red worms with pieces of shrapnel embedded in their masses.
He had been a man once, long ago but he sold is soul and humanity to become something greater and an immeasurable amount of hate ruled his life ever since. And now that hate was burning more hotly then the lava beneath him.
Albert Wesker snarled and glared at his former subordinate, former S.T.A.R.S Alpha Team Chris Redfield and his partner, the African woman. They both had guns leveled at him but were lowering them just a bit. Wesekr tried to rear his arms up to rend them to shreds-
The whole area gave a lurch and began to shake. Wesker lost his balance as the cooled lava he had been standing on cracked and he plunged into the burning pools. A scream of agony like no other erupted from his lips.
Never had he felt such pain, not when the Tyrant had ripped him two, not when he had been struck by Lisa Trevor across his broken chest, not when Alexia Ashford lit him aflame, and not when the monster once called Sergei almost shredded his chest open.
Uroborus writhed across his body, trying to heal its creator and give him the strength to kill his attackers but Wesker was barely conscious and his strength was fading fast.
He was vaguely aware of the sound of whirring blades and a shout from a familiar voice. Wesker opened his burning eyes with what little strength he had left. He saw the African woman being pulled up into a helicopter by his other former subordinate, Jill Valentine and Chris being pulled in as well.
"You're just one of Umbrella's leftovers."
And his hatred burned hotter then the liquid fire around him. He was not a leftover he was a GOD!
And if he was going to die he would take them with him!
"CHRIIIS!" The hated name of the man who ruined every one of his plans ripped itself from his mouth and both of his arms changed by Uroborus shot at the helicopter and grabbed its railing and began to reel it back in. His immeasurable hate fueled his strength and he knew- HE KNEW -he would not be denied.
A maniacal grin was on his face as he began to drag the copter back towards him, ready to share his pain with Chris and his partners tenfold. And suddenly he saw them by the copters opened hatch, something propped on their shoulders. His enhanced eyes focused on them and widened when he saw they were rocket launchers.
Two rockets shot at him, and he could see it all happening in slow motion. The rockets shot past his surprised face and struck the lava behind him-
And the lava rained down on him like hellfire burying him under its depths consuming him utterly, burning Uroboros off of him. But he couldn't feel the pain anymore. Instead he could only hear laughter.
The laughter of James Marcus, his former teacher and the first man he ever killed. Then another laughter joined. William Birkin's, the only man he ever considered a friend. And that damn old man's laughter rising over it all.
Wesker sunk into the darkness, the mocking laughter of his colleagues in his ears reminding him he was a failure like them. And he could taste the bitterness as he realized Chris was right.
He was just a leftover.
The laughter and pain faded and sweet darkness took him away from it all.
