There was an awkward silence for about a minute before the blonde man spoke up. I guess he figured i was just trespassing school grounds, no wonder i was frozen up. That wasn't the case though. It didn't take him very long to figure out. "School isn't in session on a Saturday. You shouldn't be here." For a moment, i thought that i could get away, i'd go find Nikki and we could leave and he wouldn't think much of it, but i was foolish to think such things.
"I'm sorry," Was all i could manage, i didn't have an explanation for being here. He could see that. My eyes flickered to the silver briefcase he had in his gloved hand. I didn't know for sure what was inside it, but i could guess very quickly. Ouroboros perhaps, or even the T-Virus or some other type of viral weaponry he'd have with him. What was he going to do with that? He seemed to sense my knowledge, stepping closer to me by a few feet. Instinctually, i wanted to back up, but i didn't. I didn't want to show i was scared. Then it hit me, hold on, this was Albert Wesker, THE Albert Wesker, whom i knew so much about. Maybe i could outsmart him? Probably not, but maybe i could find a way out of this?
"What's the matter? Shouldn't you be going?" He snapped.
"I-I'm sorry," I stutter once more. "I was just..." I cut myself off, what would i say? "Um, yeah, I should probably be going, Wesker-" Upon his name leaving my mouth, my hand snapped up as if it could somehow erase the words i'd just said. I said his name. I cursed myself as i held my hand over my mouth. He didn't seem to respond, but i could've sworn i saw his eyes flicker behind those glasses. He stepped closer, this time towering over me.
"You know who i am?" He asked quietly, his voice cool and firm.
"I...yes."
"Then who am i?" He snapped, my eyes snapped down to the floor, not wanting to look at him.
"You're Albert Wesker...affiliate of the Umbrella Corporation...ex-S.T.A.R.S captain, rumoured to be deceased you...were supposed to have died in Africa in '09," I say, the words jumbling together as i rambled, but managed to quiet myself so i wouldn't continue to run my mouth. I would kill to know what was going on in that head of his, i could see the wheels turning, the grip on the handle of the briefcase tightened. He was mad. Wesker dropped the briefcase.
He was on me faster than i could've imagined. The video games never exaggerated, i knew now. His hand wrapped around my neck in a vice grip, lifting me off the ground slowly. My legs kicking out from under me in vain as my hands clawed at his wrist.
"You know a lot about me...a little too much." His grip tightened, i gasped, what air i could suck in stinging my throat. He was going to kill me, wasn't he! Oh god, i didn't want to die! Not now, not like this!
"N-No..."I tried to say more but the words wouldn't come out. I managed a "Please..." very quietly, although i my pleas wouldn't phase them, he wasn't the merciful type of guy. His grip continued to tighten, cutting off all air from my lungs, my legs flailed, while my hands clawed at his as if it were to help. It didn't, i'll tell you that now. Soon i felt consciousness leave me, my vision fading away as my body went limp in his grip.