I do believe I bullshitted my way through about a fourth of this chapter. 8D Kinda wanted to update on Steve but we now know he isn't dead(because I just told you hoho) so I'll just get to him later. In later news, we have an addition to the Wesker crew that's sure to make this juggling act of mine more troublesome! Whoohoo. Anyway, read on and drop me a review!
Ba-ba-beep! Ba-ba-beep!
'Good lord... what do they want?' Wesker grit his teeth as he stirred. The sharp repetitive alarm that had woken him was that of someone phoning his residence. No one was allowed to do this normally so the reason behind it must be of importance. The tired edge may have passed but Wesker could tell he hadn't gotten any proper level of rest as he sat up right and drew a hand over his sleep mussed hair. He was reminded of the need for a shower when he felt the semi-dry mess clinging to his abs. As he stood he told himself a shower would be next regardless of how pressing the matter of the call was about before striding over to the land line phone in the kitchenette. "What is it?" He drawled.
The voice on the other end was Steve's but it sounded as if he was having trouble speaking, in pain even. "Le- on. He... he, ah, ow, hez gone Wesk...er. Mhmmhmm... I stopp-ed h-him but he... beat... m-me..." The other end trailed off into uneven breathing and Wesker summed it up there. He released a long slow breath as he was told Leon had not only left but it looked like Steve wasn't able to stop him. Leon didn't seem to know how to channel his new abilities but it was becoming obvious he had all the pluses Wesker had hoped for. Now the question was if Leon was more trouble then he was worth? This mishaps was starting to make it seem giving his little spawn room to roam had been a poor choice. Well, if that was the case, he would take that privilege away.
"Where are you?" He replied, though Steven had failed his efforts were commendable and by the sound of it, it was something of a miracle the boy was alive. The long pause he got wasn't what he wanted to hear,"Steven..." His tone was anything but forgiving. Steve nervously whined,"Second... floor." Wesker hung up then, replacing the phone on the charger cradle. A small high tech cube sat next to the cradle and he picked that up next tapping along it's surface his orders to his task force before he flipped half of it up to make a new shape and tapped the screen one more time to send his message. He set it down on the bar then before swinging by the bathroom. With how capable Leon was showing himself to be, the team sent out to find his run-away could only be the best and after much persuasion Wesker had the best; HUNK wouldn't fail. He never did.
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Leaving that facility had been a dumb idea. He had no money, he had no transportation and he was as lost as lost could get. So far though Leon had come into the knowledge that this was Adelaide, Australia and it was 2014. He had been subtle in asking where he could find news papers, grocery stores or anything else that could clue him in on his surroundings. The people he came up to were pleasant when approached and when he asked for the local police station the woman he was speaking to seemed a bit worried. He had brushed it off as simply being lost and thankfully she hadn't pried but it didn't change the fact that the nearest station was about 2-3 km away.
Leon knew they couldn't help him fill in the holes in his memory but getting to the station would help him get back home, which he assumed was the United States? It was far but Leon set himself to getting to that police station. He spent the next hour working his way there, stopping every block or so to inquire if he was on the right street. Seeing the building marked 'Netley Police Complex' told Leon that he had made it and so far without any sort of tail. He entered the building and stepped up to the first thing resembling a receptionist he could find,"Hello sir, how can I assist you?" A woman greeted.
Leon bit his lip, he hadn't exactly thought about what he would say when he got here. He was lost? He was kidnapped? "I... uhh, would like to report a missing person? I woke up today and I believe I may have been kidnapped, I'm not a resident of Australia..." After he finished the woman frowned. "You believe you may have been kidnapped? What is your name sir?" Leon smiled, at least that was an easy question to answer. "Leon Scott Kennedy." He replied. She turned her attention away from the blond then to type the name into her computer on her desk,"And where are you from?" She asked.
"The Uni-" He cut himself off when the doors behind him burst open, a couple grenades flew in and landed not too far behind him. Both were gas based, one being a smoke bomb while the other was tear gas. Leon was about to move when three sharp pinpricks thunked into his back and he caught himself on the receptionist's desk. It didn't hurt long so he assumed for being shot it hadn't been bullets that were fired, he knew however what it was after he grasped a long dart from his lower back and looked at it. It was definitely a tranquilizer dart and he could feel it working already just as he registered he should move.
He couldn't see anything as he dropped the dart and stumbled around the desk. It was hardly a few more seconds before he collapsed under the weight of the drugs in his system and the poor quality the air was in now. Someone grabbed him and he lolled his head over to see what he guessed was a gas mask peering at him. Everything blurred together after that and he fought hard to stay conscious keeping with it enough to feel himself carried outside to a car and strapped in. Leon told himself to move, willed it as much as he could but not even a finger would twitch in this sedated haze and before he knew it his vision blacked out and he felt the short car ride end before his consciousness was completely gone.
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"Danger. Assistance. Free us... Must aide him. Our savior. He calls us. Help. Danger. Assistance. Free us..." Wesker watched the screen along with the scientist who had brought the strange behavior to his attention. "What do you think? He has been at it for hours banging on the door like that. Other Plagas subjects are acting similarly. The giant has tried breaking containment 4 times now." His companion reported, pointing next to a new screen where the huge grey form of a Plagas host paced it's cell with great agitation. They had studied the parasites known as Las Plagas for years so Wesker didn't waste time explaining the simple details to Nyugen they both knew how these parasites worked. "It's an interesting development. Have 3144 prepped to be moved, we will test my theory." The other man nodded and left to prepare.
The blond took his leave as well and moved down a floor to the laboratories and opened a door to a small work station. A single woman occupied the small study space while the rest of the lab lay beyond a viewing window in another room accessed by a different door. He glanced in the room but the subject inside was no different then when he had first laid eyes on it. In his time away a new virus had been developed and used on parts of the world, dubbed the C-virus for how the infected usually cocooned before mutating. He did note as Kristen had mentioned earlier the heart rate had jumped 10 points higher along with an elevation of adrenaline.
"Mister Wesker, I'm glad you're here! We've had a break through!" Wesker turned his attention back to Kristen as she greeted him with excitement. They'd had this subject for many months and it was assumed it would hatch late as some tended to so he wasn't surprised when even a small change got the resident C-virus expert all a'flutter. "What's changed?" He inquired. Though the mutations he had seen could be fine bio-weapons the 48% hatch rate made him skeptical of the usefulness of this "C-virus." "We've learned the identity of the subject and he appears to respond to the mention of Chris Redfield, sir." Wesker clenched his hands at the mention of Chris, the bane of his very existence.
"How did you come by this knowledge?" He spoke though his words were a bit more clipped. Kristen caught on to his displeasure,"Your new arrival sparked conversation among the staff, Jeremy and Felix happened to be on the subject while checking the equipment in subject C02's room. I've been calling him Piers after we learned his name." She said. Wesker relaxed a bit, distracted by the thought of Leon having possibly triggered another development around the facility. Speaking of, he should probably check in on his troublesome pet next. "Please remember to keep a professional out-look on your work Ms. West, C02 will be fine." He left after that, choosing to change over to the subject's room.
An audio was on in the room switching between a description of the happenings of the C-virus featuring Chris and his deceased partner and a recording of Chris Redfield actually speaking. Wesker couldn't say he was pleased to hear that voice but he wouldn't let it get to him. He strode over to the cocoon in the center of the room and looked down on the crouched figure. "Piers... yet another 'partner' Redfield went through and cast aside." He sneered. Taunting had never failed him before and it was proven to be one of his best skills yet again when the cocoon before him gave a loud crack and the back split open. There was no telling what might come from inside but Wesker made no attempt to move away.
More cracking noises continued as the hardened mucus shell opened further and a vaguely human shape pulled itself upright fighting through a thick fleshy membrane. It struggled for a moment more until the membrane burst open and a human male was revealed. He looked exhausted and not seconds later he flopped to the ground as the cocoon fell into bits. Wesker raked his gaze over the slick but perfectly human figure propping himself upright onto his hands, curious now that he was faced with something that looked like it might have a brain about it. Breathing out a weak rasp, Piers tipped his head up and focused his wavering gaze on the man in black standing over him.
His lips trembled, words at the tip of his tongue but it was only after a harsh coughing fit that he manged an angry,"Why... do you know... my captain?" Piers ground out. Wesker noted with interest the sparks that ran over Piers' skin, frying the slime there and letting off a slight puff of steam. The corner of his lips pulled up in a smirk at the question, this one didn't waste any time. "Because I was his captain." The blonde replied. He enjoyed the suspicious look Nivans gave him and then looked over at the window,"Ms. West gas the chamber for me will you?" Upon his request it was as he turned for the door that a heavy gas began flowing into the room from two ducts near the ceiling.
"Hey! What are you doing?!" Piers called from the floor. He covered his nose and mouth but his position so close to the gas made it a futile attempt and he began coughing as he struggled onto his knees. Wesker exited the room without answering Piers and returned to Kristen's side to watch Piers fall onto his side again and finally pass out. Kristen pressed another button on the room's control panel and the gas shut off shortly after,"How... h-how did you do that?" She asked, she had watched and tested the cocoon for months and Wesker had walked in there insulted it once and it had cracked open for him. His eyebrow rose at her question but he decided to ignore it,"Get a team together and move him to Testing." She nodded with a frown on her face. He left her to the clean up and transportation before returning to the testing floor, perhaps Leon would be awake and able to explain himself.
I apologize if my extremely vague description of Australia is inaccurate or offensive somehow, it just so happened the continent I picked and the town/city I choose had the perfectly named hospital I wanted to use for the story. I feel kinda awkward having stalked an Australian police station/department via google. That's not illegal is it? o_ o;;;
And that childrenz is how you take down a super human in broad daylight without murdering anyone at no risk to your identity. ^_^b
OhHUNKIwishIknewwhoyouwereunderthatmasksoIcouldincludeyouinthisstorymorebutIdon'tsothisistheonlyfanficscreentimeyou'regonnaget. *deep breath* :(
Congrats Piers you just earned the Cole MacGrath award! I swear that's all I can think about now. *giggles* I guess it's pretty official that if anyone Chris knew isn't in the story I brought them back solely to use them against him!
Ugh, look at that insulting skill. I swear, if Wesker mocks, teases or taunts he gets exactly what he wants every time. O_ O
