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Wesker's New Life

Pilot

"My Kingdom for a Cheeseburger!"

"Chris!" Sheva exclaimed, watching in horror as Wesker advanced on Chris Redfield with superhuman speed and drove his hand clean through the BSAA agent's chest.

"Ooooh." Wesker laughed at Chris' pained expression. "Should'a called in sick today, buddy."

"Bastard…" Chris grimaced as Wesker withdrew his hand, covered in blood. "You're just a sick monster."

Wesker shook the blood and bits of gore off his arm nonchalantly. "What do you know of my work?"

Chris hit the ground and was dead instantly. Wesker started to laugh triumphantly. He put his fists on his hips and titled his head up, laughing even louder.

"You son of a bitch!" Sheva shouted, pointing her gun at Wesker and interrupting his laughing fit.

Wesker stopped laughing long enough to turn to Sheva and sneer. "I forgot about you. For heroes you two have filthy mouths. It's rather unbecoming for a young woman such as yourself."

Then Wesker lifted a hand, curled it into a fist and punched a large red button to his side. Sheva inched back and looked around as a siren began to wail and red lights bathed the cargo bay with a scarlet hue. Behind them the hatch of the plane began to slowly open, the roar of wind almost deafening.

Sheva fired a shot at Wesker, who moved out of the way so fast he was nearly a blur. The shot pinged off the wall behind him as he advanced on the woman.

She took another step back, clearly frightened. Her boot touched the ground and there was a loud crunch following it.

Wesker and Sheva both stopped what they were doing and looked down. Beneath her boot was the shattered remains of Wesker's sunglasses.

"Oh." Wesker's voice betrayed the flash of rage he suddenly felt. She had just murdered Wesker's only friend in the world… his sunglasses.

He looked up at Sheva, who looked back at him wordlessly. "You realize I am going to kill you now, right?"

With amazing strength Wesker grabbed the BSAA agent by her throat with one hand and with the other lifted her high above his head.

He turned towards the open hatch on the plane and said. "This is your stop!"

Wesker heaved and threw her out of the plane with only a fraction of his super human strength. It was enough, however, to propel her a considerable distance into the dark skies behind them.

He laughed once, putting a hand over his eyes in a mocking salute. "Ah, Chris, I'm sure someone will miss her. Uh, what was her name again?"

Wesker turned his head in Chris' direction, a fly was busy circling his corpse. "Oh, that's right. I killed you."

Grinning nearly from ear to ear, Wesker walked to Chris' body and wedged his foot beneath the corpse. He then unceremoniously kicked him off the plane as well.

Wesker patted his hands together, signifying a job well done. He then punched the button again and closed the hatch before making his way back to the cockpit.

Once in the pilot's seat Wesker reached over and buckled himself in. "Safety first."

"Unidentified Bomber." A stern voice crackled over the comm. channel on the plane. "This is the United States Air Force. You are in violation of American air space. You have three seconds to comply and surrender before we are forced to shoot you down."

Wesker smiled and turned a dial on the plane's controls. Queen's We Are The Champions started playing loudly and drowned out the pilot's voice. The evil mastermind leaned back in the chair, folded his hands and placed them behind his head as he relaxed. Soon it will all be over, soon the world would be infected with Uroboros and he would rule over it as a GOD.

"Three seconds." The voice said, struggling to be heard over Freddy Mercury.

Ah, he wondered what he would do first in his new world. Clearly this explosion wouldn't kill him. He surmised nothing short of being shot in face with two rockets at the same time while slowly melting inside a giant volcano could kill him.

First things first, he thought. I'll open up Fort Knox and melt down all the gold to make a giant throne. It'll have a HUGE W on it and I'll put it somewhere nice. Somewhere near a Chili's or something.

"Two seconds. If you do not comply we will be forced to shoot you down. You will not have a second chance."

But even before that I'll have a cheeseburger. I haven't had a cheeseburger in, like, forever.

Wesker suddenly froze. If everyone was dead or some sort of higher evolutionary form, then who the hell was going to make him cheeseburgers? Or, for that matter, any food? Sure, Wesker didn't exactly need to eat, but he'll be damned if he didn't enjoy the taste of food. With his new world at his fingertips Wesker would be a GOD, but, then again, what's a god without his cheeseburgers?

"One Second." The voice said. "Preparing to fire."

Wesker jumped to a sitting position, he leaned forward and turned the radio off before jamming his finger on the comm. button. "This is Albert Wesker of the St. Wesker class bomber. I'm standing down and ready to surrender, over."

There was a long moment of silence before the voice came back on the comm. "Roger that. We'll flag you down to an airfield. If you do not comply, we will open fire. Over."

Wesker sighed. Well, this threw a wrench into things. He had been dead set on becoming a god and when the moment finally came, he had a change of heart. His giant, gold W throne, at his finger tips a moment go, was now just an unrealized dream. It was no matter though, with that thorn in his side Chris Redfield gone for good nothing could stand in his way anymore.

For now it wouldn't hurt to have a cheeseburger and live his life a little. Hell, even megalomaniacal villains needed a break!

Wesker leaned over and looked outside the windows on St. Wesker. He saw two fighter jets and, ahead, the airfield they were waving him to land on.

Of course, going to prison would be a problem. He had never been to prison before and he wondered how easy it would be for someone as amazing as he to break out. Probably not hard at all.

He would take care of the pilots before that ever happened, though, so he wasn't worried. Then again, he would need his next shot if he was going to be able to escape. No shot, no super powers.

Wesker patted down the front of his coat where he kept a spare syringe. No virus. He patted down his side pockets, then unlatched his seat belt and checked the hidden pockets on his coat. Nothing!

"Oh dear." Wesker said aloud. "Looks like prison might be a problem after all."

To Be Continued.

NEXT TIME ON WESKER LIVES HIS LIFE: WESKER BEHIND BARS!

"Come on, white trash!" The large black inmate growled at him, holding up his fists and ready for a fight. "Lets see what your skinny ass can do."

"Are you a lawyer?" Wesker asked, lifting his fists up nonchalantly.

The inmate tilted his head at the question. "What?"

Wesker advanced immediately and drove his foot in the inmates chest. The inmate was knocked back, his head bouncing against the prison bars with a sickening thud. He crumpled to the floor, dead.

"Because you just failed the bar!" Wesker sneered, pleased with himself.

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