I do not own Resident Evil or any of the character mentioned in the story(as much as i would like to own Albert, i can't lol). They belong to Capcom.
A ringing sensation could be heard throughout the whole time. I can't place my finger on the duration, but the last thing I remembered seeing were two rocket launchers speeding towards me as I stood there in scorching, molten lava, screaming in agony I never knew existed, while waiting for my untimely demise. I can't lose, not to him! I was a god, always have and always will be. But I also had myself to blame, for hubris blinded me. I underestimated Chris like the pitiable, insignificant, low-life he is.
Slowly but surely, my vision blurred and blackness enveloped my surrounding, leaving me with the familiar sensation of death's grasp. I felt it once before, during the Mansion incident when I had allowed the Tyrant to impale me, but the feeling this time was different. Much different. I can't, no I WILL NOT accept the fact that Chris is the end of me. But life is an irony, that a weakling such as Chris should survive and I should perish in this god-forsaken spit of land.
Gradually, I lost sense of time and the ringing, as well as the explosion of the rocket launchers upon impact faded away. I knew my time on this earth is short. As I took my very last breaths, I willed myself, my broken body to fight a losing battle, against death. I could hear my heart beating. It's strange really. I've never heard it beat so softly before. For the first time in a long time, I felt helpless. I felt alone. But I wasn't afraid. No, helplessness and loneliness were my companions. They made me better, faster, stronger, and most importantly, they taught me that only I myself can overcome the obstacles that were laid before me. They taught me to rely on no one but myself if I were to succeed in this life. Yes, they were welcomed, they were life's greatest mentors and it was fitting that they would be the ones who welcomed me to the other side.
As hard as I tried to fight the receiving darkness, I couldn't. It was inviting…and even soothing. The familiar pounding in my chest seemed to weaken as my train of thoughts becomes hazy. The pain from the blazing lava and exploding rockets subsided, I can't feel anything…Reality seeped into fantasy and finally I fell into nothingness. My name is Albert Wesker, and as much as I despise uttering these words, but I am beyond doubt, on my way to meet my maker.
Note: Hi there, this is my first story so it's kind of short. I'm just using this as a test drive to see if it's good enough to be continued. I have the general plotline done but i've yet to start writing the rest of the story so i hope you guys will bear with me. ^_^" Sorry if it sounds weird and i'd like to apologise to Albert Wesker fans in advance if i butchered him in the story. Please do give me some pointers on how i can improve. Thanks for reading and i hope you'll enjoy it. XD