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Wesker's Awesome Rules
A man walked confidently down a hall of crisp white; the black of his trench coat clashing vividly as it flowed behind him.
No amusement or emotion was present on his face as he walked to his destination, adjusting his sunglasses and placing a fallen strand of blond hair back to its original gelled position.
His journey ended then as he came to a stop in front of the door he was seeking, and quickly entered a code to enter the lab.
Strutting in, he was immediately met with silence, as two people who were there prior to him shut up. He continued his walk to rest in front of them, and cleared his throat for them to speak and get out of their weak day dreams.
"Dr. Wesker!" the man laughed lowly in embarrassment, "how great it is for you to show up." He then cleared his throat in fear.
"This is the new recruit to take over the recently opened position," informed the scientist, confidence making its way into his voice now.
"Excellent," replied Wesker in a bored tone, looking over the new personal.
"There are rules that must be followed however;" continued Wesker, walking over to the recruit's side, circling him slowly. The other man had backed away and was now leaning against the far wall, watching the scene in front of him.
"Number one; all findings must be reported to me first." Wesker circled again.
"Number two; your "family" if you have one, comes second." He circled again, and almost laughed at the man, as he started to sweat.
"Number three; required dates are to be respected." Wesker walked extra slow when he circled this time, and the recruit gulped causing Wesker to smirk as he paused.
"Number four; any mistake will be handled with the correct consequence." With that said the frightened man got a quick glance at Wesker's red eyes and immediately stiffened, thinking him as the devil incarnate. However the recruit nodded in agreement to the rules Wesker placed down, not sure he should have applied for this position now.
"Any further questions?" questioned Wesker, adjusting his leather gloves.
"No sir," replied the man, and Wesker looked up with a smile.
"Well then, an introduction is in order," stated Wesker, standing in front of the recruit again.
"Christopher Cross si-"
* Hand impales chest and rips out heart!*
The last words of Christopher's life were his own name, and it was because of that name that he was killed.
Dropping the heart to the floor, Wesker pushed the lifeless body to the ground away from him, watching the blood ooze off his black leather glove.
"I forgot to mention...being named Christopher insures an instant death," finished Wesker, he then turned back to the feeble man against the wall.
"It seems you will have to find another replacement. Don't waste my time once more, or you will be next."
"Yes sir!" stuttered the man, eyes unable to take in the scene properly.
"And do clean up that mess, it's insulting to the lab." And with that Wesker walked out of lab 101, feeling his hate for Christopher satisfied for the day.
He smirked at his accomplishment.
AN: thought this was just a fun idea, let me know what you thought :3