A/N: Hey. If you're here reading this now, then the title and/or the summary had definitely caught your attention… I hope. Or you were simply surfing through the fanfics and happen to "accidentally" click on my fanfiction…

*Clears throat* Well now, on to the serious business. I finally broke my writer's block and went back to writing! Yay for me! This fic is a multi-chapter story featuring some, if not, most characters of the Resident Evil franchise. I've been writing too much mushy love stuff lately that I had forgotten to concentrate on what Resident Evil is about: the mystery behind the world of bio-warfare! But of course I can't really stop myself writing anything about love, *pukes* I guess I have no choice. If you have read this whole statement of mine, then thank you very much. Reviews would be pretty great as well. :D

Also, please pardon my amateurish "grammer" or whateva you guys would call it. Now, onto the story!

Disclaimer: The Resident Evil Franchise is the property of dear ol' Capcom. However, on the occasion that I made an original character somewhere along the lines of this fic, then that's mine. The story's my original take too, so I guess I own it. Well, a part of it, maybe.

Remnant

By: Levan

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To be a God.

That was what he wanted ever so dearly. It was all endearing to him – the world in the palm of your hand, infinite power as unimaginable as the heavens, and the massive genocide of billions and billions of feeble humans. His plan would surely prevail, and ensure his domination. Yet, amidst his confidence lies tangled doubt. Chris was being such a nuisance. And somewhat, he feared him.

Albert Wesker laughed to himself at the ridiculous thought, and slumped deeper into his seat. The monitor that shone in front of him caught his eyes as Chris Redfield was pummeled by none other than his partner, Jill Valentine. Such beauty it was for him – it was vengeance as crisp as the musky air that irritated his nostrils. The smell of inevitable death was at hand as Jill fought Chris relentlessly on the monitor, with the larger brute barely even making a threat on her. It was all too perfect. Chris could only stare as Jill would slowly tear him and his dark-skinned partner one after another.

Amidst the ruckus, two unfamiliar gunshots emanated from the speakers. They were gunshots that weren't from Jill's.

He couldn't have killed her, can he?

To Wesker's surprise, the special device on her chest – the device that was specifically controlling her – had begun to take damage. Damn it, he thought disappointingly once the two partners had already found out what was really going on. Another few shots came again, accurately hitting the device while Chris restrained Jill with his brute force. The device began to cackle and whizz, and at the opportunity, Chris lunged to Jill's temporarily stunned body and viciously tore off the device. The remote in Wesker's hand started buzzing wildly, indicating only one thing – he had failed.

With one straight blow, the monitor shattered into tiny fragments in a fraction of a second. Wesker stood there, his blood red eyes writhing in fury and teeth clenched tightly. His anger caused him to absent-mindedly crush the remote control in his hand.

I never failed before. Not like this.

Excella watched it all right beside the door, tension in her veins escalating in massive degrees. The bronze-skinned aristocrat knew very well that Wesker wasn't exactly a person who tolerates failure. But amidst all the animosity developed around him, he was a man that certainly took a stand. A man of her dreams, she'd always think. But recently, Chris and Sheva had been giving out too much delay to their plans. His ability to survive… His expertise… Excella knew that he wasn't an ordinary agent to be messed with. Their plans lie in jeopardy with him around, and with every failure, their hopes of success dwindles. Maybe, just maybe, if they'd fail, there would always be some sort of back-up; something that would fortunately continue their plans in the event that Chris thwarts it.

That was when it hit her head; him. He was ready since the very beginning of Chris' descent in Africa. Hope suddenly sparkled beneath her despair. With a clear sign of determination concealed within her features, she brushed aside Wesker's tantrums and ran off towards the control room, in deep hurry to release him. Even if it would mean risking herself to Wesker's unimaginable fury.

The path to her salvation was farther than she thought it was. She ventured through multiple rooms, one after another filled with mindless Majini that oddly ignored her. She would sometimes halt immediately when one would glare at her so disturbingly that she shuddered in fear. Yet, she continued until she finally arrived at her destination.

The room was closely-spaced, with just a single door and two circular glass windows down by the left side. Papers and different files littered the clamped room. She walked carefully, trying with all her might to avoid stepping onto any files that may be of some importance to them, and proceeded to the lone computer unit on top of the only desk in the room. With loose fingers, she entered her account and proceeded to maneuver through the nearly endless data, click after click and flash after flash. Her eyes caught the single piece of data she was trying to locate, and then clicked on it twice.

Project Veronica-002. Loading…

Excella tapped the desk impatiently as the computer loaded in a molasses kind of phase. Of course, a woman with such nobility has no time to waste in their busy world. But she contemplated on her patience and thought; time won't matter so much after this, not when you own the fabric of the universe itself.

The monitor flashed abruptly in front of her eyes, causing her to rub it in irritation. Finally the computer responded again, and relief washed over her as windows had started to pop out randomly across the screen. She scrolled her mouse over to the "Activate" button on the screen, and at first there was a moment of hesitation in her action.

Wesker.

He wouldn't approve of it. Not at all. Yet, it felt as if it was the only way Excella would finally have him for herself. To finally have the man she amiably desired since the first day she'd met him. It clouded her mind from all consequences, and at once, she pressed the button.

A strident ring ripped through the silence. As she predicted, she looked at her watch and found out it was time for Wesker's regular basis of PG67 A/W. Without bothering to see the load finish, she left the room, only to be oblivious to the final chatter of the computer.

Activation Successful.

It was the second to the last thing she'll ever do for her one and only love.