Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own RE.

Last chapter was nasty short. MEH! I'm starting to hate myself for this lol.

And Then There Were None:

Chapter 7:

No More Memories

"Do you want what I want? Desire not a thing, I hunger after independence, lengthen freedom's ring."-Metallica: Eye of the Beholder

"Every word… every murder… every action… that was me?"

Will nodded.

Wesker had no memory.

He could remember the basics like reading, writing and human functioning. Yet he had no recollection of what he was like, the people he knew and the things he did. The bad thing was, he didn't know how many people were after him during his material life and now that he was back, he would have to face the reality that he was a hated man, a feared man. Though he didn't remember anything, it would be a new slate for him. He could potentially redeem himself in the eyes of his enemies. Yet, would they except him for what he was now?

A human being.

"Do I have family? Friends? A life that I can go back to?"

Will shook his head, "No family, the only friend you had was me and honestly, if you went back to your old ways, your old life, you would surely die again without the virus."

Will snapped his fingers and then rolled over to his jacket. "Actually, I almost forgot. You do have family. Your family." He handed Wesker a picture from his wallet of a woman. She was tall and tan, her hair was a fiery burgundy and her eyes shone with the most beautiful blue. She had a black tank top on with a white bandana around her neck. Blue jeans and grubby Converse that looked like they were worn by someone who loved them to wear them everyday. She was leaning against a red and white Harley Forty Eight, looking off into the distance with her red locks swishing in the wind.

"This is Claire. Claire Redfield."

Wesker took the picture in his hand, his thumb ran over her face and he smiled softly. "She's absolutely beautiful," He said quietly.

"You never actually married her, but you were the father of her child, Belle. You knew that you loved her and she knew it too. You just didn't have the time to spend with her."

"I have a… daughter?"

"Yep, Belle Wesker Redfield. She is a spitting image of her dad."

Wesker kept gazing at the picture of Claire, the woman who he supposedly loved and the woman who gave birth to his daughter.

"When she found out that I was alive, she didn't know what to say. She needed to hear the truth but I didn't know it. I wish that I could tell her what I knew but by then, you were already dead. She didn't want you to know that you had a child, she thought that you would reject it."

"Why would I do something like that?" Wesker asked.

Will shrugged. "That's just the way you were, Albert. You didn't want the liability that came with having a family and it crushed Claire. She wanted to give Belle something neither of you had… a childhood."

"I don't understand. How could the me before me be so ignorant? It's a child; it deserves the right to have a life to live, doesn't it?"

"Yeah well that's not what the you before you thought. Actually, you didn't even know that she existed until now. You can't expect the world to be a nice place these days, Albert. It just isn't like that anymore… come to think of it, it never was."

Wesker's gray blue eyes looked solemnly at the metal floor. He seemed to be deep in thought. He was, after all, trying to comprehend all of the things that he had done in the past. The theft, the murder, the mass extermination of humans. All of it was almost too much to bear. He had killer written all over his face even though he was different now. The tyranny that he held under his belt and the scourge of his name, he was no better than what he was and it was starting to destroy him. He could handle the fact that he was hated… but he couldn't handle the fact that he was a killer, a tyrant that showed no mercy for what he hated the most.

Humans.

To him, they were just another race of insuperior beings that would come and go with the fall of the world. But to become what he hated most was a super slap in the face. This time, Wesker royally fucked up.

It was beginning to eat away at his heart; the heart that he never thought existed. He was more human than he ever wished to be.

"I could get rid of it all," Wesker said quietly. "I could leave this place for good, and never harm another living soul again."

Will put a hand on his shoulder, "I wouldn't think that you, the mighty Albert Wesker, would succumb to a thought such a suicide,"

"But that's just it, Will… I'm not Wesker."

"Nope, no matter how much you try and tell yourself that, you are still Wesker. You're not a clone or a copy, you are still the same man," Will tapped his forehead. "With a couple bumps on his head, but you are still Albert Wesker, so stop trying to convince yourself that you aren't him anymore. Because you are. Truth hurts my friend, and before you died, you knew that the best."

"Where do I go now?"

"That's up to you."

"Where are we anyways?"

Will walked over to a blinded window and pulled up the shades. "Welcome to Antarctica."

A/N: So, Wesker had no memory. Great! I actually love writing him to be so innocent a kinda sad-ish. So, Wesker now knows that he had a daughter. But will the ghosts from his pass push him over the edge and cause him to reel out of control from all of the guilt and grief? Tune in next time!