Death.
Not once did he think it would be an easy escape, having escaped it not once but twice. It was his only regret was that he didn't manage to take down his former STARS comrade, Chris with him. Luck had appeared not to be on his side, not only had they destroyed his right of World Domination with Uroboros to create the superior, ultimate human being race but they also took him down. There was no humanity left in Wesker, that last glimpse of sanity had gone long since.
Damn him to hell..
Now his life was over, the Uroboros had taken over his body completely - the two rocket launchers, had severed most of his body from his limbs, chunks of flesh and the virus had been scattered across the top of the volcano. Yet, a part of him remained, keeping him alive..
Devour and consume...
The searing pain that raced through his bloodstream was like white hot heat, burning as it travelled through his system. He drifted in and out of unconsciousness, waiting for death to take its grasp on his body. Unbeknownst to Wesker, was that the Uroboros had bonded successfully with it's host, his body - weaving it's way through his blood vessels, repairing what damage had been caused - but it was missing something, it desired another strain of the virus to keep the fire alight.
It was a small, Tri-Cell research evacuation team that had found his remains at the mouth of the volcano. They had retrieved his body with the intentions of taking samples and perfecting the Uroboros virus, but what they hadn't expected was the fact, Wesker remained alive. Faintly, just underneath the surface, his heart continued to beat but his body had been severed - his limbs had been amputated from the rockets, burns covered his face to the point bone and muscle had become exposed and visible. The team had extracted him, taken him back to the research facility where they placed him under stasis, unaware of what was occurring around him.
Yet, with each sample of blood and tissue that were taken, the strain of Uroboros grew stronger - more resistant than the last, yet something was missing. It was when they found data from Excella Gionne's body months later, that they realised he needed a variant strain of the Progenitor Virus to help keep the Uroboros in control. It was Jill Valentine's blood that had merged with the T-Virus and had created a natural antidote and resistant that Wesker had investigated during her time with him, there had been a few remaining samples of her blood that were retrieved from the Tri-Cell Facility and were used on Wesker's remains.
Experiment after experiment, with no clinical findings or conclusions, only that he needed to top up his PG67 booster regularly, to keep both him and the viruses (Progenitor and Uroboros) in control along with preventing the loss of his abilities with the Progenitor Virus - Wesker remained in stasis. That was, until Alex Wesker met her demise. She had successfully created the t-Phobos virus, a sub-variant of the t-Virus. It answered questions, but it still wasn't enough. It wasn't until they heard of Jake Muller a half a decade later, the heir of Albert Wesker. It was his blood that held the key, and once they found his blood had been manufactured to create an antidote for the C-Virus, it was at this stage that they began injecting Wesker. It was only then, when they injected copious amounts of his son's blood that they saw a response.
What remained of Wesker's eyelids opened, his golden-red cat like eyes watching and moving with each motion of the lab rats. With the careful science of merging the PG67 formula with the C-Virus antidote, it had successfully tamed the Uroboros inside of him, enough that he started to slowly regenerate.
Silence.
He craved silence, and yet there was none.
The thoughts that were running through his mind, the Uroboros was alive and kicking - the desire to devour the humans in the room. It wanted control, it wanted power - it gave power, more than enough to allow Wesker to break free of the chemical sedative. His brain activity was through the roof, rocketing on the monitors to the point the noise had irritated Wesker further. The fluid began to drop in the tank, his eyes opening and following the movement on the outside of the giant glass test tube he was stationed in. His first moments awake that of the same as a mammal trying to stand and a aquatic animal out of water, his lungs burnt with the out of sync gulps of air he was taking, slowly but surely it settled to a natural pattern. He noticed some of his body still remained black from the Uroboros that was within him (along with the flesh that was still charred from the molten liquid) but he was close to whole as he ever would be. The serpentine like eyes were brighter, focusing in and out - his vision much clearer than it had ever been before. The nerve endings in his limbs tingled with the sensation of pins and needles, numbness that were weaning off. When he experimentally twitched his limbs, it had been replaced with a gravitational force - apparently, it still worked with the neurocommands
Once the liquid had drained from the stasis pod and opened, he tried to move, but the muscles wouldn't respond to the command. Evidently, his body needed some time for further adjustment to the new power he had been granted.
Finally, a God at last.Immortal.. Alive.
Blood rushed to his limbs, allowing him to get a faint taste of what power he had been given, the rush of strength flowed through him - allowing him to fully awaken at last. Initially, removing himself from the stasis chamber had been clumsy, his body recovering from the rebirth. His naked hand grasped the nearby surface to keep him steady as he stretched. Now that he was upright fully, he marvelled at the clarity of his vision once more. With foggy memory, Wesker could recall the first time he had been reborn - yet this was so much more, everything had been enhanced further, giving him the satisfactory knowledge that his power was unmeasurable
Stumbling forward, ungraceful at first before the motion became natural, almost feline with reflexes. Stronger, faster... Wesker as impressed, his power before was limited, this improved version was the epitome of the future, the perfect race. His crimson eyes scanned the clinical environment, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth; what had they been conducting on him? He despised the thought of allowing these petty humans to use his for their test studies. Before he could allow his hive mind to discover a new plan, the electronic doors opened and before him was another lab rat with a team of men masked in black. The familiar Tri-Cell logo stitched on their uniform.
This new life, brought him a new sense of direction, Wesker's mission was set - but first, he'd have to escape this damned facility. Wesker's custom look graced his lips, what he had planned would hurt a lot. "Wesker! What a warm welcome to see you alive and kicking... You'll be pleased with the results-" The male researcher's words were cut short when the Tyrant grasped him by the throat. The secondary virus was losing control, it's fight against the Uroboros within him all but it's dying whispers remained an echo in his mind.
Devour...
The angry tick in the Tyrant's jaw, the desire to destroy this worthless scum was slowly overcoming his control of the viruses within his body. The Tri-Cell men had already advanced on him, but he feared not, he could slaughter them all with a mere sweep of his hands. "What did you do to me?" His voice snarled out, barely resembling that of a human being - his composure had snapped, Wesker was not the same stoic man he once was. He had lost everything in the mouth of that Hellish mountain, he was barely a fraction of the man he once were before, with his body still trying to both recover and with what little control he had left on himself. He was struggling to concentrate, the overwhelming desire to tear them apart, limb by limb.
Wesker squeezed tighter, his thumb lifting before the researchers head became decapitated. Blood sprayed the white clinical walls, his naked body, not a concern to him at least. The male's whining and begging did nothing, Wesker was a God! The body fell to the ground, heaped over before his serpentine eyes scanned the men with guns.. Guns, that did nothing to him, almost as if he were bulletproof. Closing his eyes, he could hear the men forwarding on his position, attaching something to him before he screamed out loudly, the noise alone shattered any glass that was left in the room, the mercenaries grabbed their heads before they too exploded. The tyrant's eyes snapped opened to see the mess he had created..
Good, now it was time to leave.
"I have so much power... this is just the beginning." He purred to all but himself.
Authors Note: Hey guys! I'm sorry for my long absence here, but I wanted to transfer this story over from AO3 to here as well – just for easy access or those who don't use AO3. That and there needs to be more OC/Albert Wesker instead of the other fandoms, no offence intended at all. I am working on updating this soon, so keep an eye out on update emails.
