I don't own Resident Evil or the Characters in it.
It's 1:30am and everyone around me is sleeping, but me. My mind will not allow me to rest until all my goals are achieved. Even as I think it I know that it's almost impossible for me to achieve these goals I've set for myself. I can't be bothered to turn on the lights as I walk through my house, but some how I don't bump into the furniture.
Why did I do this to myself………?
The same question popping up almost every minute of the day. And every time it pops up I seem to have no answer. I try to tell myself that I did it for the power, strength, and long life. But who I'm fooling? Yeah I love the power I have over people. Watching them squirm at the sight of me, knowing at any minute their worthless life will come to an end, but the feeling never last long. Even the feeling I get when I'm up against someone else loses all meaning when they give up and let me win.
It's been almost seven years now and I still look the same. I'll never get any older then what I was seven years ago. The only satisfaction I will get from this is that knowing all my enemies will die before me. As I finish the though a new one comes to me.
Will it ever end………?
As great as the feeling is nothing good will come from it. The world is slowly changing all around me, or I'm I the one moving slowly in this world? Everything I once knew is outdated and everything I own, well someone else has the same thing only better. As hard as I try to keep myself from going insane and the thought of my enemy walking around without a care in the world fills me up with so much anger that it takes me almost two days to calm down. And by that time there's nothing left undamaged in the house.
Next time we meet… you'll wish to god…that you were never born…… and then you will meet him……
It's been too long since I felt anything real. And after two hours of planning I set off to end the life of the one person I've failed to kill after so many years. As I walk out the door something hits me. A feeling I thought I lost over the years of being alone. Sadness. Why was I thinking this? I was above human emotions for they were only one thing to me. Weakness. Even as I thought this it downed on me.
What will I do once this person is dead………?
I quickly pushed the thought away. It wasn't important right now. What was important was find this person and giving them what they deserved. A slow painful death. The sound of thunder pulled me out of my thoughts as it occurred to me that this was going to be a long and memorial night that nether Chris Redfield of I will forget.
Albert Wesker slowly walked down the street feeling better then he every thought possible in his entire life knowing that he will be the victorious one when the sun comes up the next day.
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