Formerly known as: BLetMeRestInPeaceS
Okay so this came to my mind one day and decided to write it out, I have no idea what happens next or if there even is a next. Just a random scenario I had come up with one day. Thought i'd post it though. Ya dont have to like it, I was just bored.
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN! Resident Evil belongs to Capcom.
I finally did it. I killed Albert Wesker. I chopped him into pieces, burned him, and buried his ashes six feet underground. I padded the last of the dirt on the ground with the shovel. I leaned on the shovel afterwards and pulled out a cigarette and a lighter. I blow out the smoke and sighed. I stood there for a few more minutes, then picked up the shovel and walked back to my house.
I approached my house, throwing the cigarette on the ground to stomp it out. I dropped the shovel on the porch and walked into my house. I shut the door, locked it, and sighed again. I sit on the staircase to pull off my muddy sneakers. When I notice something in my dining room off the corner of my eye. I get up, and open a compartment I had on one of the stairs to pull out my pistol. I turn to the dining room, slowly walking in. I flipped on the switch to turn on the ceiling light.
I pointed my gun and gasped. Sitting at the end of dining room table, making my simple dining chair look like a throne, with his hands crossed in front of him on the table. His red eyes, glaring at me over the rim of his glasses. Was none other than Albert Wesker.
"You're late, Ms. Garza." Wesker said to me in a deathly low tone.
'Damn'. I thought.