DISCLAIMER: For those of you that have ever played Resident Evil: Code Veronica, you'll notice that I have taken a scene from the game, edited it a bit, and used it in my story. I'm terribly sorry for this, but it popped in my head, and it'll haunt me forever if I don't use it. Feel free to come to my home and beat me with a rubber hose if you are really upset with this. Oh, just to tell you, there's only 9 or 10 Chapters in Conspiracy…so savor these last chapters until Part 2 of my Resident Evil trilogy comes out. Part 2, you ask? Oh yes…the way I plan to end this story? Oh no…I've got LOTS more to show you. Welcome to my world. Enjoy your stay.
Resident Evil: Conspiracy
Chapter 7
After watching the scene that took place on the security console, Wesker slammed his fist through a monitor to his left.
"Dammit!" He yelled.
His plans weren't going to go exactly as he had planned. Sylvia had gotten loose. All because of that damned Skye, her "husband" had let her out. Now she was free to go wherever she pleased, and Dominic and the lot were free to ruin her. Her perfect body. His lover…
Despite his feelings of rage and despair, Wesker remained in his seat, pondering whether to go look for her or not. When he found her, what would he do…? He didn't want to hurt her, no. Maybe he could explain to her. He had heard that the GV-Virus had made the subject somewhat smarter. Maybe he could reason to her. He watched the monitors, looking at everyone. He knew who they all were. Most of them anyway. Claire Redfield, Leon Kennedy, Dominic Valsite, Skye Williams, who was now dead, Terrance Phillips, and the other girl must be related to Claire. Chris didn't have any sisters other than Claire, so it was probably his cousin, or something. Lord only knows where Chris was now, but he had two of the Redfields in his midst, and that was good enough for him.
Wesker stood up, and streched himself out. It was time to go see how some of his game players were faring in his little world. He left his Magnum on the console, he didn't need it. He had his power. Now isn't the time for waiting, he thought to himself. Now is the time to strike. To make himself known.
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Cilia gave a quick nod, looking at the thermal goggles that she had happened to find. Leon stepped forward, and she laughed slightly "Leon, you'd better pray to God that you know how to follow directions." She said, with a smirk.
Leon returned the smirk "Thanks. Now tell me again how you know how to work those, AND get through so easily…?"
They were in a wide corridor with laser sensors blocking the oath in the room. The only way to get past was either to enter in the passcode, which consisted of numbers AND letters, so they figured that they'd skip that, and try to pass the lasers. Although unsure of what would happen if they tripped the wire, the two didn't just dive through it, not wanting to find out what it would do.
Cilia laughed again "Oh, wouldn't you like to know?"
Leon nodded "When we get out of here you can explain. So…are you ready?"
Cilia nodded, slipping the thermal goggles on. She had had a bit of experience with them before, although she was trying to forget exactly WHERE she had the experience. "Alright Leon…take a big step forward with your left foot, and twist it slightly to the right. No, no! Yeah. Alright. Set your foot down. Mmhmm…great…"
This went on for about 15 minutes, and Leon was almost halfway through. Cilia laughed softly. "You're pretty good…for a guy, of course. Alright take a step to the left, but not to far. Yes, yes, NO! NO, LEON!"
REEREEREEREEREEREE!
Suddenly, a metal door slammed down, separteing the two. Cilia heard a sharp sickening crack, and turned away quickly, wondering if Leon got snapped in two by the door, rendering a quick mental picture in her head. After a few seconds, she turned and looked at what made the crack. She breathed a sigh of relief. It was just Leons radio. But that meant that Leon was stuck on that side, with no communication to her or the others. She started banging her fists on the wall.
"LEON! LEON!" She yelled. The wall must have been sound proof door, because Leon wasn't responding. That, or he had left to find another way out. Cilia pulled out her radio, and spoke into it. "Hello? Claire? Dominic? Terrance? Skye? Someone? Can anybody hear me…?"
Cilia waited for a minute, and then noticed that there wasn't any static on her radio. It must've short circuited in the sewer water.
"Damn…" She muttered to herself.
Just then, Cilia heard a voice coming from what must've been an intercom in the room.
"Welcome, welcome players. Welcome to my game. This is your host, Albert Wesker. We have a bunch of fun filled activities for you today. Let me-
"WESKER!" Came a mans voice from the background on the intercom.
"Mr. Valsite! I knew you wouldn't let me down!" The intercom clicked off.
…Dominic? Cilia wondered. What's going on around here…?
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"You did this, didn't you, you bastard? Dominic spat at Wesker, who was standing only five feet away.
Wesker laughed. "Of course! Why, you ask? Oh, I'm afraid I can't reveal that at this point in time. May-"
Dominic radio went off "Valsite! What the hell is going on over there?!" Dominic took his radio off of his belt, and threw it against the wall, smashing it to pieces.
Wesker smirked. "You know, Valsite, you should've taken the call. What a temper you have."
Without hesitation, Dominic lunged forward, aiming a punch at Weskers face. He was about to connect, and…
Wesker caught Dominic's fist with his right hand, and punched him in the stomach with his left, sending him flying into a wall, and he collided with it with his back, yelling loudly. Like a reflex, Dominic drew his Assault Rifle, and started firing.
It was like Wesker controlled time. He quickly dodged all of the bullets with amazing speed, and ran…no…DASHED over to Dominic, knocking his gun out of his hands, and picked him up, lifting him in the air by his throat.
"You might be thinking right now…What the hell IS he, aren't you? Like I said, my plans can't be revealed at this exact moment, but what I can tell you is this. I'll take down Umbrella with their little renegades trying to stop them. Including that little Redfield bitch of yours. Looks like you won't be getting screwed this mission, hmm?"
A surge of anger went through Dominic, and he brought his right fist up, and swung it at Weskers face, his punch connecting, and making his head snap to the side, his over-worn sunglasses clattering to the floor a few feet away.
Wesker slowly turned to face Dominic, and at once Dominic noticed why Wesker wore sunglasses. His eyes were a reddish-green color that looked…inhuman. With a flick of his wrist, Wesker sent Dominic flying towards a wall, and Dominic made collision with it with his left arm, the one that the Tyrant had slashed. A searing pain went through his arm, and he let out a scream of pain, falling to the floor. He turned to face Wesker, his eyes filled with rage.
"Remember this encounter, Mr. Valsite. Remember it, because we shall battle again. Provided of course, you can win my game." With that said, Wesker pulled a pair of sunglasses out of his pocket, slipped them on, and left out of the door adjacent to the one Dominic had entered.
Dominic cluctched his arm in pain. Wesker had done something to himself, and npow he was…inhuman. He fought like a damned Tyrant, but quicker, and smarter.
A chill ran down Dominic's spine. He had the eerie feeling that he wouldn't make it out of this hellhole alive.
Resident Evil: Conspiracy
Chapter 7
After watching the scene that took place on the security console, Wesker slammed his fist through a monitor to his left.
"Dammit!" He yelled.
His plans weren't going to go exactly as he had planned. Sylvia had gotten loose. All because of that damned Skye, her "husband" had let her out. Now she was free to go wherever she pleased, and Dominic and the lot were free to ruin her. Her perfect body. His lover…
Despite his feelings of rage and despair, Wesker remained in his seat, pondering whether to go look for her or not. When he found her, what would he do…? He didn't want to hurt her, no. Maybe he could explain to her. He had heard that the GV-Virus had made the subject somewhat smarter. Maybe he could reason to her. He watched the monitors, looking at everyone. He knew who they all were. Most of them anyway. Claire Redfield, Leon Kennedy, Dominic Valsite, Skye Williams, who was now dead, Terrance Phillips, and the other girl must be related to Claire. Chris didn't have any sisters other than Claire, so it was probably his cousin, or something. Lord only knows where Chris was now, but he had two of the Redfields in his midst, and that was good enough for him.
Wesker stood up, and streched himself out. It was time to go see how some of his game players were faring in his little world. He left his Magnum on the console, he didn't need it. He had his power. Now isn't the time for waiting, he thought to himself. Now is the time to strike. To make himself known.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Cilia gave a quick nod, looking at the thermal goggles that she had happened to find. Leon stepped forward, and she laughed slightly "Leon, you'd better pray to God that you know how to follow directions." She said, with a smirk.
Leon returned the smirk "Thanks. Now tell me again how you know how to work those, AND get through so easily…?"
They were in a wide corridor with laser sensors blocking the oath in the room. The only way to get past was either to enter in the passcode, which consisted of numbers AND letters, so they figured that they'd skip that, and try to pass the lasers. Although unsure of what would happen if they tripped the wire, the two didn't just dive through it, not wanting to find out what it would do.
Cilia laughed again "Oh, wouldn't you like to know?"
Leon nodded "When we get out of here you can explain. So…are you ready?"
Cilia nodded, slipping the thermal goggles on. She had had a bit of experience with them before, although she was trying to forget exactly WHERE she had the experience. "Alright Leon…take a big step forward with your left foot, and twist it slightly to the right. No, no! Yeah. Alright. Set your foot down. Mmhmm…great…"
This went on for about 15 minutes, and Leon was almost halfway through. Cilia laughed softly. "You're pretty good…for a guy, of course. Alright take a step to the left, but not to far. Yes, yes, NO! NO, LEON!"
REEREEREEREEREEREE!
Suddenly, a metal door slammed down, separteing the two. Cilia heard a sharp sickening crack, and turned away quickly, wondering if Leon got snapped in two by the door, rendering a quick mental picture in her head. After a few seconds, she turned and looked at what made the crack. She breathed a sigh of relief. It was just Leons radio. But that meant that Leon was stuck on that side, with no communication to her or the others. She started banging her fists on the wall.
"LEON! LEON!" She yelled. The wall must have been sound proof door, because Leon wasn't responding. That, or he had left to find another way out. Cilia pulled out her radio, and spoke into it. "Hello? Claire? Dominic? Terrance? Skye? Someone? Can anybody hear me…?"
Cilia waited for a minute, and then noticed that there wasn't any static on her radio. It must've short circuited in the sewer water.
"Damn…" She muttered to herself.
Just then, Cilia heard a voice coming from what must've been an intercom in the room.
"Welcome, welcome players. Welcome to my game. This is your host, Albert Wesker. We have a bunch of fun filled activities for you today. Let me-
"WESKER!" Came a mans voice from the background on the intercom.
"Mr. Valsite! I knew you wouldn't let me down!" The intercom clicked off.
…Dominic? Cilia wondered. What's going on around here…?
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"You did this, didn't you, you bastard? Dominic spat at Wesker, who was standing only five feet away.
Wesker laughed. "Of course! Why, you ask? Oh, I'm afraid I can't reveal that at this point in time. May-"
Dominic radio went off "Valsite! What the hell is going on over there?!" Dominic took his radio off of his belt, and threw it against the wall, smashing it to pieces.
Wesker smirked. "You know, Valsite, you should've taken the call. What a temper you have."
Without hesitation, Dominic lunged forward, aiming a punch at Weskers face. He was about to connect, and…
Wesker caught Dominic's fist with his right hand, and punched him in the stomach with his left, sending him flying into a wall, and he collided with it with his back, yelling loudly. Like a reflex, Dominic drew his Assault Rifle, and started firing.
It was like Wesker controlled time. He quickly dodged all of the bullets with amazing speed, and ran…no…DASHED over to Dominic, knocking his gun out of his hands, and picked him up, lifting him in the air by his throat.
"You might be thinking right now…What the hell IS he, aren't you? Like I said, my plans can't be revealed at this exact moment, but what I can tell you is this. I'll take down Umbrella with their little renegades trying to stop them. Including that little Redfield bitch of yours. Looks like you won't be getting screwed this mission, hmm?"
A surge of anger went through Dominic, and he brought his right fist up, and swung it at Weskers face, his punch connecting, and making his head snap to the side, his over-worn sunglasses clattering to the floor a few feet away.
Wesker slowly turned to face Dominic, and at once Dominic noticed why Wesker wore sunglasses. His eyes were a reddish-green color that looked…inhuman. With a flick of his wrist, Wesker sent Dominic flying towards a wall, and Dominic made collision with it with his left arm, the one that the Tyrant had slashed. A searing pain went through his arm, and he let out a scream of pain, falling to the floor. He turned to face Wesker, his eyes filled with rage.
"Remember this encounter, Mr. Valsite. Remember it, because we shall battle again. Provided of course, you can win my game." With that said, Wesker pulled a pair of sunglasses out of his pocket, slipped them on, and left out of the door adjacent to the one Dominic had entered.
Dominic cluctched his arm in pain. Wesker had done something to himself, and npow he was…inhuman. He fought like a damned Tyrant, but quicker, and smarter.
A chill ran down Dominic's spine. He had the eerie feeling that he wouldn't make it out of this hellhole alive.
