Disclaimer: Don't Own Biohazard/Resident Evil. If I did this would have been the way things happened.
Inheritance
Book 1
Neo-Genesis
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Desperation
"No time for goodbye," he said, as he faded away.
"Don't put your life in someone's hands; they're bound to steal it away.
Don't hide your mistakes, 'Cause they'll find you, burn you."
Then he said…
"If you want to get out alive, run for your life.
If you want to get out alive, run for your life."
September 1998
He had known for a long time now that they were coming for him. William Birkin was not Umbrella's Golden Child anymore. In fact he was becoming a thorn in their side. Despite the way he knew he looked William was indeed very sane. His paranoia wasn't born of something imaginary, but of a real threat from within. That threat had been brewing since his first successes with the G-Virus. Hungry for recognition others were clamoring to try to take his work for themselves. HIS work. He couldn't allow that.
He'd attempted to gain outside help, and even paid off the chief of police, Brian Irons. William knew he was crazy, and not just sick and twisted but demented. Irons had fallen off the rocker years ago; it was just a matter of him having enough power and sense to stay under the radar with his sick desires. However, William hadn't had a choice, and money spoke volumes to the corrupt policeman.
If only Albert were still here. William thought desperately. He remembered that night at the training facility, the night Wesker had tried to convince Birkin to come with him, to leave Umbrella. I should have listened. He thought, but in the end Albert was dead, wasn't he? There had been rumors among the top echelon that he was still alive out there, working to undermine them, but as far as William was concerned they sounded like Ghost Stories invented to pass blame from those it was truly meant to be on.
None of that mattered now. Even if Albert were alive out there that wouldn't help William now. The time to track him down and escape had longed passed and he was forced to face the cold reality that he was going to die. The least he could do was ensure that Umbrella didn't get their hands on his research. He'd show them he wasn't just some pipsqueak scientist they could just walk all over and get away with it.
If they thought that the loss of the mansion was a tragedy they'll wrap the noose around their own necks once I deny them G and all my other research.
He could sense it now, the pressure of his impending doom. They were close. He'd been tracking them since they'd entered the facility beneath Raccoon City, but he didn't even have to look to know they were upon him. Death was already here with a front row seat for the action as they came weapons pointing at him, issuing warnings to stay where he was and hand over the virus. William stood his ground, waving the small pistol he clutched in his hand at them. He knew it wouldn't save him, but he'd be damned if he didn't go down fighting.
They leveled their weapons on him one last time, could see their fingers pressing down upon the triggers to fire and –
William Birkin closed his eyes and smiled. Let it be done then.
To Be Continued...