He stumbled into his office, blood seeping from his wounds. That... that miserable Claire Redfield and... and... whoever the hell her friend is... UGH! He never bothered to remember his prisoners' names. They were just a number, just waiting to be put to death for their insolence and ignorance.
And besides... everything that lowly prisoner had done to him was all because of that damn girl.
He knew Claire would be trouble. She was the only prisoner whose name he made sure to remember. He knew damn well who she was--or more importantly, who her brother was. Everyone working under Umbrella knew by now.
Yes, he knew she'd be trouble... but Alexia--er--Alfred figured destroying her could be like a challenging game. Let's see who survives the longest! And Veronica knows he never would've imagined that both competitors would survive longer than him.
"Forgive me, Alexia," he wheezed, still gasping in pain as he made it to his chair. "I thought I could finish them alone..."
He sat down, taking a deep breath. He knew this was it for him--he was losing way too much blood.
Those two... vile little rats! Alfred knew what he had to do.
Chortling, he picked up a snowglobe off the desk, staining it with blood. "Awaken from your slumber," he groaned, taking in a deep breath, "and bring forth the great Veronica..." He pressed a button on the snowglobe with his thumb, and two figurines, both depicting figure-skating children, began to turn in a circle within the globe. A soothing melody came from the globe--it was the lullaby she used to sing to him when they were mere children.
He owed so much to his beloved sister. Even his taste in music.
Alfred slumped in his chair, breathing heavily. Hearing an alarm sound coming from the lower levels of the facility, the blond man attempted to grin. This was it. The moment he had been waiting for for fifteen years...
She was to awaken at last.
He would never be alone again.
The figurines stopped turning, and he closed his eyes. "My dear Alexia... your reign as Queen... has begun at last." He took a deep breath. "I implore you," he continued, though he wasn't sure if she could even hear him from his office, "destroy Claire Redfield. Destroy all who stand in your way." He took another deep breath. "Destroy... all loose ends..."
"I'll be glad to."
Alfred gasped. Was... was that...?
Yes! Oh, it had been so long since he had heard her wondrous voice, but he knew it was hers!
He finally grinned, genuinely, and he would have giggled if he wasn't in so much pain.
...
CRASH!!
Alfred shot up. "W-What the hell?!"
He watched in horror at the grotesque tentacles rising from the floor. Shuddering, he recalled his words. "Destroy all loose ends."
"N-N-NO!" Alfred cried, but he couldn't move. He had lost too much blood.
The tentacles wrapped around him. "W-W-Why...?" he asked before he could speak no more. He couldn't even breathe. The tentacles were suffocating him.
And that's when he realized something. Something horrific.
All his life, he was devoted to her.
Everything he did was for her.
He loved her so very much.
And now...
...she was killing him.
The horrible irony sunk in as his eyes glazed over, and he dropped the snowglobe to the floor.
He loved her.
But she didn't love him.
He was just a pawn.
A pawn in her sick little game.
My life, he last thought before fading away, is a waste.
-X-
I do not own Resident Evil, and I am not making money off of this oneshot.