NONE OF RESIDENT EVIL BELONGS TO ME, JUST KAY DOES!
"Wesker!" I called from my spot on the roof. It had been over an hour since he had left for the bathroom. I was beginning to worry about him; I always do. I finally just jumped off my perch, and went to look for him. I called his name higher then I could count. "Kay, go back to the roof," he yelled back. "Why~?" I whined, walking up to him, "I wanna stay with you~." "No," he said sternly, casting a deadly glance at me. I know his weak points though; I used every trick I know! I used: sexy, moe, intimidation, etc., then I remembered HE HAS NO WEAK POINT! I sniffed ,and began to walk away, but I recollected the one thing that can stop even Wesker in his tracks. I turned around, heading straight back at him.
Wesker looked at me quizzically, "What are you d-?" He was cut short by the fact that my lips had connected with his. He pushed me away, and I fell to the floor with a thud that echoed all throughout the mansion. My head hurt like it had just been thrown into one of the pillars in the main hall. Oh wait, IT HAD BEEN! "Owww~," I said, "That hurt~!" He stalked off toward the East Wing, and I couldn't help myself. I glomped him. Of course, I got thrown again. It was worth it, though. I lay sprawled on the floor, pain seeping through my back, as he walked over. He sighed, "You ok?" All I could do was lay there, looking up at him. He sighed again, and picked me up.
I winced in pain, as a cracking sound came from my back. It felt like I had pulled something out of place. Wesker walked me into one of the several infirmaries on the premises. He set me down on one of the tables, and began to relocate my joints. It hurt like hell, but I kept my mouth shut. "A-A-Albert.," after four minutes of it, I had to take a rest. Realizing why I had stopped him, he released me. "You ok?" he asked. "U-um. I think so…" I really didn't feel ok, but I didn't want him to regret anything. Though, I don't know why I thought he would regret anything, he's "Wesker". I sighed, I may not want to, but I have to realize; he doesn't love me. I may love him, but could never share my feelings.
Wesker noticed the tears welling in my eyes he asked, "What is wrong?" I snapped back into reality at his question, "Wha? Oh…Um, I-I'm fine." "Are you sure?" it sounded like concern, but it was probably just because I was his number one experiment. He must not want anything to happen to his weapon. I was tired, so I told him good night, and headed off to my room. When inside, I wobbled over to my king size canopy bed, and face planted into my pillow. I lie there for a while, and thought about today's events. It would be hours before I fell asleep, but at least I know Wesker is out there, just a few rooms down, listening in case I cry out in the night.