Hello everyone this is my first fan fic so I'm eager to know you alls opinion. Also I don't own Resident Evil so don't sue me :D happy reading gents.
Prologue-The first Paragraph Is based on a Chapter in Resident Evil 1 the Book.
Wesker awoke groggily stepping up from the hard metal floor. The last thing he remembered was Barry's gun connecting with the back of his head. A thick fog clouded his mind and he felt weak, as if he was going to throw up. His limbs shaking, he was on both his feet now. Bastards took my gun its ok I'm still in control this is still my game. Looking ahead he spied the mesh door; stumbling towards it he threw himself against it. With a shaking hand, he pulled it open got to watch out for monkeys. As he stumbled down the room the mechanical hum from the machines pounded his ears. A scything claw ripped into his left shoulder tearing the thick vest and reaching tender flesh. Blood was dripping from the wound. Wesker ignored it and slumped down on the terminal, reaching into his vest for the launch codes. Punching them in, a sweet voice filled his ears: "5 minutes till explosion all personnel evacuate." At that second Wesker heard three thumps behind him what the fuck. Three Ma2's faced him down; two jumped on him, pinning him down while one laughed wildly dancing around them. Wesker swatted blindly at them. For some reason blood filled his eyes as they tore at his limbs ripping into his stomach and coming out with bloody prizes. Tyrant! Wesker saw the massive shadow towering over him. He didn't see the tyrant himself, but he saw the shadow. Sweet revenge Wesker thought. Through reddened vision he saw the Tyrant rip one of the Ma2's in half, black blood spilling into Wesker's torso. The scene slowly faded as Wesker's eyes closed. After that Wesker thought no more.
"He has the perfect DNA. He might take to it, he might end up like all the rest, but I have faith in this one." One of the scientists stepped aside to reveal a body floating in a stasis tube. "Who is he and where did you find him?"
"His name is Albert Wesker he worked for White Umbrella, but at the time he was doing a mission for them with the S.T.A.R.S."
"How did he die?"
"Our clean up team found him in the power room. From the cuts it looks like the Ma2's did him in."
"What will the virus do to him?"
"If it takes to the cells it will make a super human per say, this by increasing his senses to super human level, as well as adrenaline boosts his muscles giving him the appearance of a normal human but with extra strength as well as speed. He's what every human dream to be." Thunderous applause was heard from the room.
The scientist's fingers dashed across the keyboard a broad grin forming on his face. The green water began to drain from the tank filling the white tubes with the liquid transferring it into an empty tank for research. A metal spinal cord that ran up Wesker's back began to unlatch allowing his body to slump to the bottom of the tank. Through three long needles inserted into his chest, a white liquid pumped into him, stopping a few seconds later. The scientist glanced over at a monitor showing Wesker's new cells as well as a few DNA strands. Everything's going according to plan Wesker's eyes blinked open all of a sudden.
I'm alive? This isn't possible those stupid Ma2's killed me with the Tyrant. I feel so alive, so vivid, so powerful. My whole body feels like a war machine. My senses feel so heightened. I can see, hear, and smell better. Ah, its all clear to me. Apparently I'm the first to have been injected with the G virus and have it take how it's supposed to. That's the only explanation for this new power, these new senses, this new life.
"You're awake." The scientist said that with great pleasure, Wesker noticed. "I'm glad to see you alive Albert Wesker, but I doubt you see the same towards me." Son of a bitch that's Greg Reynolds basterd always gives me lip and short changed me just because he was my so called superior.
"Ah what time has done to you Greg."
"Glad you remember me Wesker. Even with your strength, I doubt you could break through that double reinforced Plasti-Glass, an Umbrella version of Plexi-Glass, except much more powerful." Wesker smiled for the first time in a long time well see about that you son of a bitch. With that, Wesker launched his fist into the glass chipping only a piece of it off. This made Greg jump with laughter
"Seems my experiment isn't as powerful as he thinks he is. It's 12 layers of reinforced Plasti-Glass." Wesker flashed him a grin and threw his fist into it even harder. Much to Greg's surprise, a large crack spread throughout the tube. "Oh shit," he said running for the door. One more hit and Wesker was out. Seems he greatly underestimated the G virus's power. As Greg fumbled for the keys to the door, he heard shattering glass behind him. "You always loved experiments just this one's going to be the one to end it for you." Unnaturally quick, Wesker dashed up and grabbed Greg by his throat, lifting him high in the air.
"Don't do this Albert! We can accomplish so much, please don't." Wesker smiled as he noticed another much longer cage on the other side of the room "Cerebrates," he mumbled. Walking to the computer, Greg in hand, he punched in a code dropping the latch off the door to the cage. "No, Wesker don't do this please," Wesker opened the door and flung Greg in. "It's good to be back," he said as the Cerebrates ripped into Greg's chest, their bloody teeth finding blood and pulp and flesh for the first time in a long time.