Albert ran around the field, playing blissfully in the winter rain. It was cold, but Albert didn't care; he loved the rain more than anything. Out of breath, and soaked to the bone, the young boy sat down on the grass, his eyes taking in every inch of the wondrous countryside before him.
"Albert! Come inside, love!" The familiar voice called from inside the cottage, and at this Albert picked himself up from the grass, running in the direction of the large, grey stone-wall cottage. As he approached the house his smile dropped. He couldn't see his mother standing in the doorway, where she would always be when she called him.
He came to a stop by the door, unsure of whether to wait for her to come out or not. Silence was all that greeted him, until a crash resounded from within the cottage and he jumped on the spot. There was an audible tussle that ensued after that, and he felt himself torn between staying outside or facing whatever was inside.
"No! Get off me, you meanie!" He recognised the voice to be of his twin brother, Alexander, although Albert always chose to call him Alex.
Just then, Alex came running out the doorway knocking into Albert and dragging him a few paces from the cottage. Confused, Albert stuttered, "Alex? What's going on?" He spoke with genuine concern for his brother and himself.
"We have to run! Now!" Unquestionably he nodded weakly and turned on his heel, running away from the small cottage. He heard a weak groan, a shuffle, and he stopped dead as a sharp voice resonated around him.
"Stop!" The voice was unfamiliar to Albert, but the sudden cry that sounded unnervingly like his brother made him turn to face the cottage again. Turning around, he saw a man in a rather expensive looking suit, and two men in some scary-looking outfits and masks covering their faces. Whatever, or whoever they were, they sent a shiver down Albert's spine, and his eyes widened with fear when he saw his brother was held by his hair by one of them.
Lost in thought, Albert edged backwards, stumbling and hitting the grass with a thud. As he tried to get up he heard footsteps against the sodden ground, and he was grabbed by one of the men in the funny looking masks.
Alex, seeing his fallen brother, haplessly tried to get his hair out of the man's grasp, glaring straight into the reflective circles of the mask, behind which he was certain the man was glaring back.
The man in the suit glanced upwards at the rain, and he opened the umbrella he had under his arm, turning back to the cottage to see another of the men exit with the boys parents in tow.
He turned his gaze to the boys "I'm sorry, but Albert and Alexander, you'll be coming with me." He said, a menacing grin upon his lips.
"B-But, why? No... Mum, dad-" Albert sobbed, tears starting to stream down his face, and he mumbled incoherently as he was restrained by one of the masked men. Alex, on the other hand, just stared at the trio in the doorway with pure hate.
"I have no parents!" He yelled, pure hatred for the people before him showing in his voice, and he struggled before a needle was plunged into his neck. He weakly resisted, eyelids drooping, and shortly after he slumped into an unconscious heap on the floor.
Albert stared at his parents, mind whirring while he tried to think of an explanation for this, but his thoughts were cut short when he felt a sharp pain in his neck. His vision began to blur, trying to raise his hands pathetically as to remove the syringe from his neck, before they fell to his sides and he too slumped to the ground.
Their Mother, eyes bloodshot and pooled with tears from Alex's words, found her words missing, her will to resist faded.
The boys father, rain-pelted and morose, took this opportunity to speak in a cracked, weak voice, "We did what you wanted!" His lips curled into a snarl, his thoughts racing into hysteria, "We want the clean sheet you promised us! We want to be able to return to the city!" He yelled, his throat dry and his body fatigued.
"Well, you see, the thing is..." The man in the expensive suit took his umbrella in one hand, the other delving into a pocket inside his jacket. He turned, eyes knowing and mouth morbidly contorted into a smile, and he pulled out a handgun, aiming it at the man. "I never do keep my word." The man barely had enough time to hear the piercing 'bang' before the bullet ripped though his forehead. He dropped to the floor, his wife screaming in horror before she was also silenced. The well-dressed man slipped the handgun back into his jacket.
"All right, take the boys to the facility in Raccoon city. I have loose ends to clear up." With a salute the men carried the unconscious boys through the rain, while the suited man walked back to the house, although not before nudging the dead man's face with the toe of his shoe. He made his way into the house, leaving the two broken bodies to lie in the rain, their blood washing into the ground as the downpour became heavier.
Albert Wesker awoke with a start, a cold sheen of sweat covering his body. Rolling onto his back he found himself staring at a dark ceiling. Raking his fingers through his hair, he sat up and began to take in his surroundings. He was in a well-furnished room, and from where he sat he saw he was on a couch, an arm chair adjacent to him and all of it facing a small fireplace. The fire had been put out, quite recently in fact.
Sitting there, collecting his thoughts and wiping his brow, he felt a chill of air assault his bare chest, sending a chill down his spine. He got up, and following the moonlight, he found himself passing through what he assumed was a bedroom. It contained a unmade bed and a wardrobe, and aside from a few things littered on the dresser, not much else.
He continued through a set of glass doors onto a stone balcony, catching sight of Alex hunched over with his arms resting on the railing. There was a cigarette between his fingers. Albert guessed that he was smoking from nervousness, the way that it was between his lips every other second.
"Oh, you're awake... Feeling better?" Albert was taken aback. Normally no-one ever heard him, at least not until he spoke. The only other person that had had the uncanny knack for always hearing him had been Excella. His face turned to a scowl at the very thought of that woman.
"Something on your mind?" Albert paused, his scowl disappearing, wary of whether Alex was truly aware of him, due to the fact that he hadn't even turned around.
"No, I'm fine. You seem a little flustered yourself." Alex let out a audible sigh and turned to look at him, taking a long drag of his cigarette. Albert stared as his eyes flickered over his brother's features with the aid of the moonlight. Alex's eyes were blood red, his hair a light grey, although it was not from age.
"Well, as a matter of fact, we've got to go out and do a deal on some virus samples..." He took another drag from his cigarette and leant against the railing, his eyes trained on the city below him. "Seems Uroboros has quite a high buying price." He turned back to stare at the streets below, the passing cars, the people, all blissfully unaware of what the men above them were capable of.
"And that would be a problem for us, because?"
His head turned when he heard the word 'us'.
"Oh... So you're coming as well?" He looked over his shoulder to give his brother a customarily wary glance. "You sure we won't have another 'episode' like the one in the facility?" He took a drag from his cigarette, his eyes once again on the city below.
"I would presume that my body was unstable, I wouldn't say it was permanent." He walked forward towards the balcony railing, his hands gripping the edge tightly and his eyes wandering. Looking around, he saw a rather distinct building, and he inclined his head towards his brother.
"Are we in New York?"
"The one and only." With that, Alex stood upright, flicking his cigarette over the edge and walking back into the bedroom.
A/N: HAI GUISE. ^w^
It's Bloomy here because TCO3's internet is playing up. He's told me to go edit his A/N, and he wanted to add that I'm absolutely beautif-
No. I'm not gonna be mean here. Although I would love to exploit this oppourtunity, I'll decide not to because I'm not in a vindictive mood.
He also says "Sorry for the wait and all that jazz" and asked me to make a witty comment.
. . . I've got nothing, guys. :C
But hopefully TCO3 has something better to say once he gets the next chapter posted himself... -shrugs- nothing that can compare to the awesome that is me, that's assured.
~Bloomy
AHEM. I've just got my internet working... I'm not amused :c
-The Corrupted On3