Disclaimer: I don't own Resident Evil nor it's characters; unfortunately, that includes Wesker :[
This is just an idea I was musing, if you like it tell me, before I continue it I'll require at least one person to review (Come on it's really easy all you have to do is say 'I love it continue' four words my friend is the LEAST that I ask of :( It means A LOT to me trust me :( It does... Well enjoy our smexy Wesker :)
Also, I was talking to a friend of mine (who can do the movie voice of Wesker in Afterlife REALLY good) about making Weskerism as a religion and he agrees. I only think he agrees because he has this beast-mode outfit that resembles Wesker's outfit from the fourth Resident Evil game, plus a pair of shades that are total "Wesker Glasses". Psh, I think he expects to be the real world Wesker, but I had to sadly inform him that Shawn Roberts carries that title and that his hair is spikey, not all sleek and sexy like Shawn's and Wesker's :) Poor friends...
Alice came to a fork in the road. "Which road do I take?" She asked.
"Where do you want to go?" Responded the Cheshire cat.
"I don't know," Alice answered.
"Then," said the cat, "it doesn't matter.
~Alice in Wonderland
"Grab some Tylenol for the baby while you're over there, Leah." Called a woman not much older than the raven-haired teen who was in the midst of sulking off.
'This is stupid. All of it is unnecessary and overall useless,' Leah mentally complained. She flicked her thumb once causing her iPod's volume to raise to an earsplitting level in an attempt to drown out the woman's calls and requests.
Leah hated that woman about as much as she hated her dad, sometimes she even hated herself for even being friends with Elizabeth.
Yes, once upon a time, Leah and Elizabeth had been classmates and even friends, but that was before she was dumb enough to introduce Liz to her dad and they fell in "love". She even blamed herself for her parents divorce. If she hadn't introduced the two, maybe her mother wouldn't have walked in on them a few years ago.
Despite being the headstrong age of 18, Leah was in the process of moving into her fathers house. She formerly lived with her mother, but that was before she was diagnosed with terminal cancer. The doctors had spotted it last year and within months it infected almost every organ in her entire body. The doctors said no amount of chemotherapy could clean up that mess and for that she mourned.
However, her angst was mostly due to the fact that even though her mother was still alive, her bastard of a father insisted that she needed to move in with him. Like he could give a fuck what happened to her, she knew that deep down it was only because of the insistence of Elizabeth, who found this moment to be a chance to rekindle their friendship, that she was even moving in with them. She just didn't understand that Leah wanted to spend the rest of her days with her mother.
So here she was, strolling through the aisles of Wal-Mart, peering at the new Assassin's Creed game behind the glass; completely oblivious to the change her life was about to be subjected to. She had feigned deafness due to her iPod and she knew that Elizabeth would end up finding her here, then she would whine about how she asked her to do something so simple and small and still didn't do it. It's not like she was requesting much, 'Like I'll bend to your will like Daddy does my ass Liz.' she bitterly remarked in her mind.
She was jamming out to an older song, City, that was one of the select few songs by Undead that wasn't crap in her opinion, when a sharp sound resembling that of lightening striking something electrical. A hiss escaped her mouth as she reflexively jumped away from the game systems. Leah wasn't dumb, the electrical aisles weren't the ideal place to be during a lightening storm. She turned around long enough to spot a flicker of purple lightening heading her way before the world itself turned a blinding white.
Seconds later, she felt as if the whole left side of her body was slammed into a brick wall going at a God knows how fast speed. Leah found herself on the ground, groaning in pain, "What the fuck..." She muttered.
~Leah's POV~
I was effing sure I had shattered every bone in my body and waves of pain emanated from the left side of my form. It hurt like hell and to top it off I could feel a blazing hot hand fit itself perfectly around my neck and pick me up. I choked and winced as my eyes barely opened, only to have a reflection of myself mirrored back at me.
"Who the hell are you," was the cold line that graced my ears.
"I could ask the same," I choked in reply, only causing the hand grasping at my throat to squeeze harder. I grabbed the hand in a feeble attempt to be released while briefly fascinating at the morbid thought that he wasn't even pressing me against the wall for leverage, instead, he held all of my weight in that one hand. 'He must be pretty damn strong,' she mused.
"I asked a question and I expect a reply," he voiced.
"I don't know about you, but I find it kinda hard to breathe," I replied, knowing that my voice was fading in and out from strain and lack of oxygen.
I felt the grip constricting my throat loosen then and, suddenly, I was kissing the ground, gasping and coughing to catch my lost breath.
"I will not repeat myself," insisted the voice impatiently.
I coughed, once, then twice. Finally, I sat up as straight as I could and responded, "The name's Bella. Maybe you could tell me where the hell I am."
He narrowed his eyes behind his glasses suspiciously, "How did you get here? Who sent you?"
"One: I don't know how I got here. Two: I wasn't aware somebody even brought me here. And three: Thanks for answering my question." She answered sarcastically.
"It'd be in your best interest to not back-mouth me little girl," he hissed dangerously.
"I said I don't know!" I snapped, suddenly angry at him. I wondered why I wasn't angry with him before for choking me like that, why I was even being honest with him to begin with, why I was still here listening to him give me crap. But, I remembered that perhaps I was taking all this shit was because he didn't look like someone you just messed with. Plus, seeing him covered in blood didn't exactly make me feel like getting up and picking a fight with him, no, actually it made me want to shiver and pity the poor bastard he killed.
She snapped out of her reverie when she realized he was no longer speaking. She watched as he cocked his head to the side and glance back at her once more, he was thinking, that's as much as she got from his watchful gaze. Then, without warning, he disappeared in thin air. It didn't matter though, it wasn't long until she heard a pair of footsteps moving swiftly towards the door the blonde had entered from and voices speaking amongst themselves. They came closer and ultimately she spotted them coming in the door that she had heard them coming towards, the one opposite to the door the blonde had exited. She noticed there was two, as she assumed, one male and the other female; wearing somewhat similar uniforms.
The man was obviously the leader as he was the one who approached her and conversed with her as the woman just sat back, pointing her gun this way and that as if someone, or something, would jump out of the shadows at any given moment and devour them all. When she heard his voice, she briefly thought of how it was not as deep and rough as the blondes, but nonetheless, it was still somewhat attractive.
"Who are you?"
She knew how this game went, after all, she just finished playing it. "Bella, and you are?"
"I'm Chris and this is Jill." He pointed to the brunette and in turn she glanced over and waved before going back to scanning the room with her cautious gaze.
Watching them wearily Bella asked, "Looking for something?"
It was Chris' turn to respond and he waited a good minute, deliberating if he should inform this girl about Wesker and their search for him. He decided then, "Actually, we're looking for someone. A blonde man, he's dressed in all black and a pair of sunglasses. He's probably still all cut up but he might just be bloody by now." He informed her.
She amused the thought of how good he was at this, Chris knew his opponent well. Knew him to a perfect T, after all, the description fit the blonde who had just recently came through perfectly. Although, the question she must now ask herself is 'does he really need to know'? Leah had never gone against her instincts a single day of her life and she decided then, if she hadn't before why stop now? She blamed the decision on the 'if it ain't broke, don't fix it'. Her father used to oftentimes tell her that, but those were the days when she was younger, back when life was normal at home and she didn't have whore-friends.
"I haven't seen anybody," She lied.
The minute she saw the look on Chris's face she was sure that he didn't believe her and she knew that he was one of those kind of people. The kind that if you're going to lie to them you have to act the part as well as say it. Before she could say anything to cover it up though, Chris opened his mouth and allowed her fuel for her next response. "You sure? Have you felt a random breeze shoot through here then?"
"No," She furrowed her brows, feigning innocent deliberation, as if she was concentrating on an event that would have happened not even two minutes ago. "Actually, now that I think about it, I heard footsteps just a few minutes ago, but they didn't come in here." She thought long and hard on the man's description, what was he wearing for shoes, if only she could 'guess' at what shoes he was wearing she could lie about the sounds of them. She remembered then and picked up where she left off, widening her eyes in innocent realization and softening her voice to a vulnerable, little girl tone. "I think they were boots. I'm not sure though, don't quote me, but they sounded really loud and stuff. I think they were too loud to be sneakers or anything and I didn't hear the repeated clap that a sandal would make when it snaps against a foot. Well actually, if there's any females here, it could have even passed for the sound of a high heel clicking along the flooring. I'm not sure, they didn't come in here though, they just walked away."
Chris took the bait then, he nodded, not happy with the response but what else was he supposed to say? It was obvious to him that this girl must be telling the truth, after all, she even heard his footsteps. She correctly depicted the sound his footsteps made. He was sure what she heard must have been Wesker. The question that remained was 'where the hell could he have disappeared to so quickly'?
In honest truth though, Wesker was pressed against the wall, hidden from view. Not even the analytical eyes of Jill could catch him and it made him smirk somewhat at her stupidity. All of their stupidity actually. He began to wonder why this girl, Bella was her name correct? Why would she lie for him like that? Someone whom he had harmed, yelled at, and threatened even more harm. Either she was stupid or just naive, he decided. He knew she was lying and wondered how Chris couldn't detect it. Fool. Wesker could hear the higher pitch in her voice, smell the anxiety she gave off, and he was sure that if he was watching her he would be able to spot some visual signs of her lies. He was even more surprised when Chris took it and the three left from the door they had came from not even a few seconds later. He frowned when he spotted Bella turn her head slightly to the spot he was standing in before walking out of the room to follow Chris. Did she see him? Had she known all along he was here? In that moment, he felt a sudden surge of anger towards this girl. This stupid little girl that he should have wiped out when he had the chance. That was his problem, never finishing off his problems before they became just that, problems!
"So, how did you get here?" questioned Chris as they slowly made their way out of the building in the Hawk[1] formation.
I had to think on my feet quickly, a lie, one that would fool this stupid man. The last thing I needed was weird looks and distrust from them. I didn't even understand how I got here, which was something I planned on looking into. Until then, I decided it would be best that I kept them in the dark about this subject. Finally, I came up with an acceptable lie, "I got lost. All I remember is waking up here and then I walked around looking for a way out for a little while and ended up lost!"
"Do you remember where you're from at least?" He questioned again.
Faking a sad and upset demeanor, Leah once again played the act, even going so far as to tear up. "I... I don't remember. All I remember is my name. I don't even understand why this is happening, much less what is happening."
Chris felt really bad for this poor girl. He couldn't relate to her troubles and problems, but in a way he could, somewhat. He knew what it was like to wake up in a horrible place, unknowing of the nightmares this world held. Unrealizing that this world is as unwelcoming as they come.
'Finally,' I thought, 'Maybe I can finally forget my name and that horrid place. The only thing I'll miss is mom.'
I sighed, releasing a pent-up breath I was unaware that I was even holding in. I turned and kept following Chris and Jill out of the large building, it bore a crest at the peak of the building, consisting of a circle with white and red lines shooting out from the center as would the rays of sunlight beaming away from the center.
"Don't worry, you can stay with us until you get better and on your feet. Then, if you wish, you may leave and do as you like," I heard him say.
We climbed into a dark green army jeep and immediately it took off. I glanced around at the two, trying to figure out who was driving. Chris caught sight of my distorted expression and answered the unasked question.
"My sister, Claire, is driving. She was waiting for us. Well, actually, she had her own business to attend to but she was told to wait for us after she completed her part of the mission. Don't worry, this was all planned," He once again reassured me in that even voice of his.
"Oh..." I replied, trailing off silently.
"I bet Wesker was the one who put you there, when we return to base, I suggest that you have a thorough examination to ensure he didn't do anything to you. Like infect you, for example." Spoke Jill, finally.
I glanced over at her and nodded in agreement. I wasn't too fond of the idea that people will be all over me, but I suppose it was necessary to create this new life. I thought of the blonde that everyone called Wesker, so I assumed that was his name, and finally allowed my curiosity to take over.
"This Wesker guy," I began, "Do you have a photo or some kind of image of him? You know, just in case I run into him, I'll know he is someone to be weary of and to stay away from him to the best of my ability. Perhaps even a last resort kind of thing be to contact you to tell him his location?"
I saw them glance at each other and after a few moments, a silent agreement passed between their eyes. Chris turned to me and nodded, signaling that he did in fact have what I requested.
"When we get back to base I'll show it to you." I nodded then and turned to the window. Catching sight of an empty, desolate land. I found it odd, but did not comment out of fear of alerting them to my ignorance of this world. Eventually, my mind blanked and began to wander to thoughts of my mother; somewhere along the line, I had fallen asleep.
Once we returned to the "base", I was shown a picture of Wesker. I scanned his blonde hair, he was draped in black, down to his boots and all the way up to his sunglasses. I frowned and determined there was something different about him, something odd and I found myself forming a hungering determination to find out what he was hiding and once I did find out, I was unsure of what I'd do but I knew I'd figure something out.
~One Year Later~
I stared into the mirror, tugging at the last bits of black hair that I was preparing to cut out, catching sight of the brown hair that was slowly taking control over it. I thought my hair looked better long. Instead of the pixie cut that I had to begin with, it was now at my chin. I should have grown my hair out a long time ago, once I had made the decision I thought that long hair on me wouldn't be that bad and on occasions I remember my mother used to tell me the same thing. Thinking of my mother now, brings back the memories of her, and for a solid few minutes I mourned the thought that by now she would mostly likely have long since left this world.
I glanced over at the door now, hearing a soft knock come from it. The door peeked open slightly and I caught sight of Chris's brown hair bob in.
"Ready to start training?" He asked me excitedly.
I nodded and bound as much as my hair into a tight ponytail as possible before I followed him out of the room.
Lately, I had been thinking and it wasn't until recently that I decided that I was ready. I knew what I wanted this time. They didn't know about it, they being the Redfield's and Jill, but then again, I didn't want them to know about it. I was going to learn how to fight and shoot. In my moments alone, I will teach myself the rules of science. A biochemist, but due to my lack of funding and materials, I settled to familiarize myself with the computer. That way I could hack into Umbrella's server and learn from there. However, I knew I couldn't become a good biochemist until I went to school; however, I didn't see that happening in the near future, much less did I wish to become a biochemist, many of them were ruthless asshole's who experimented on people. Living human beings! How disgusting and appalling that is!
However, hacking into Umbrella's mainframe from the beginning would be stupid. No, I was smarter than that. I knew I couldn't just go for the gold right off the bat. Instead, I had a plan, I would teach myself the art and start on the smaller corporations. Then, I would work my way up to Umbrella. I didn't think it'd take that long, just long enough. But, I had time, wasn't like I was going to go anywhere anytime too soon.
~Another Year Later~
"One. Two. Three. Again." Instructed Chris. He stood off to the side, attempting to teach me a new move. It was one I discussed with him, based off of the moves of Wesker. I've seen him do it a few times before and was even able to tap into a nearby security camera to get footage of the move to scan.
Chris, was to say in the least, ecstatic and happy to be able to learn a few moves that he could use against Wesker. He was a 'have a taste of your own medicine' type of guy. It was somewhat amusing at times.
"You're not focusing, Bella," scolded Chris as I made yet another misstep in the move.
"Oh, cut her a break would ya, Chris? You two have been working on this all day. Come inside and take a break," pleaded a now rotund Jill.
We saw Jill at the doorway then, rubbing her large stomach, which caused me, in turn, to smile lightly and tease her, "So, when's the baby due again?"
She blushed, "One more month left. Excited?"
"Well, yeah! Little boys are perfect!" I cried in excitement, "They're the perfect pack mules to slave away when they get older!"
I could have sworn I saw Chris form a sweat drop at my statement. But, I just laughed it off, "Kidding Chris, kidding."
He grinned, "I know, I know. Just remind me not to let you babysit, okay?"
"Oh hush," I replied, playfully pushing him aside as we walked inside, following Jill and the sweet scent and promises of warm cookies.
~2 Years Later~
"Please! Don't die on me like this!"
White lights.
Crying.
Screaming.
There was blood.
Everywhere.
"ALEXANDER!" Came a feminine scream.
A woman, with long brown hair tumbling past her shoulders, was bent over a small boyish form.
"Please, Bella! You have to do something!" Pleaded a distressed male voice repeatedly.
"I'm doing my best," answered this Bella in a strained voice.
I didn't want to do this, but my list of options was becoming smaller and smaller. I was running out of time and my window of opportunity was disappearing at a rapid pace.
I flushed, if I did this, it would only be a quick fix. Within the next few years I knew I was going to have to come up with something to stop the mutation. But, it was possible that he wouldn't mutate, I reasoned. But, that would only be if things go smoothly and his body accepted the virus. However, that was highly unlikely, especially at his age. I frowned and looked up at the clock, it was now or never.
I mentally cursed myself and turned. Swiftly, I retrieved a needle, filled it with the virus, and injected it into the small toddlers form; praying that nothing bad would happen to him.
Nothing did, thankfully, well for that night nothing did, nor for the next two years. He was fine, I administered him a few vaccinations, in hope to stop some mutations that was to take place eventually. I knew I needed to take him to a real biochemist, but I didn't know one. It's not like I could walk down the street and just randomly ask a scientist. I never told Jill and neither did I inform Chris about it. I couldn't. They'd be pissed at me if they found out. My amateurism concerning this frustrated me to no end and I would find myself typing and formulating away on my laptop for hours on end, sometimes even days. The only reason I would get up and interact with the real world would be when I was dragged out of my room or forced to go out due to my all to human requirements and needs for survival.
I dared not to tell anyone what I did; instead, I kept it to myself and monitored Alexander on my own time. In the silence and shadows of this world, I was lucky that Alexander's condition was chronic, requiring that I perform regulatory checkups on him. Those checkups allotted me the time I needed to make sure he was normal. Well, as normal as an infected boy would get.
I had to fix this, that much I knew.
And I had to fix it now.
Things were only going to get worse from here.
Such a shame I had chosen to ignore that omnipresent intuition that I never used to ignore.
Stupid Bella; Stupid me.
Hawk Formation: This is actually a military formation. The military is super secretive about their formations they use, so it's kind of hard to find them T.T this is the only one I could find and that's only 'cause I remembered it from my days of being an explorer.
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