Resident Evil: Code Genesis
Disclaimer: For once in a while, I'm writing this for two of the greatest Albert Wesker fans I've met: Wesker's Countess and Madam Wesker of DeviantArt. All three of us wish for a sequel where Wesker returns. Honestly, is it Resident Evil without the guy? He MADE the series. I can accept his death, but I don't have to like it. So, for your reading pleasure, I create a story featuring his utter return. This is for fans, not to be taken too literally.
"Change is the constant, the signal for rebirth, the egg of the phoenix."
-Christina Baldwin
"Life, death, and rebirth are inevitable."
-Rig Veda
By: VampireQueenAkasha
"Sure I'm not human anymore! But LOOK at the power I've obtained!"
-Albert Wesker, Code Veronica
Chapter Ten: The World Went Away
Atlantic City, New Jersey
Sticky, bloody hands grasped and beat at the glass of the van and those inside could only watch in shock as smears of blood and dirt streaked across the glass. Kirk grunted sharply and looked back at Rose with terror in his eyes.
"What do we do, Rose?" he asked, his voice taut with fear.
"I … I don't know." Rose stammered, still in shock. She tried to keep herself very still, even though she wanted to run away out of the back doors of the van and never look back.
Krauser leaned forward, speaking calmly into Kirk's ear. "Run them over."
"What?" Kirk stared back at him in disbelief.
"Run them the FUCK over!" Krauser shouted, slamming his metal hand down onto the gas pedal with all of his might. The tires squealed and the car practically blasted forward like a bullet, tossing everyone wildly around in the back.
Kirk gave an angry shout and struggled to keep the van in control as it surged and swam lane through lane, nearly taking out other vehicles and debris in the process. He glared down at Krauser.
"Alright!" he shouted. "I got it! I got it!"
Krauser smiled and removed his hand from the gas pedal sending the vehicle at a complete stop. Kirk wiped his sticky forehead with the back of his hand, struggling to calm himself before he spoke.
"Are you out of your FUCKING mind?" Rose shouted.
Kirk had to equally agree. "What the hell's your problem?" he demanded, glaring in the rear view mirror. "You could have gotten us killed back there!"
"Yeah? Well, it was a hell of a lot better that I do something than what you were doing!" Krauser snapped, shoving Kirk's seat and jolting him. "I was not about to let myself get eaten by those things just because you got a sense of morality!"
Kirk let out a scoff of disbelief.
"All of you, calm down," Wesker ordered, straightening up in his spot. "This fighting will not get us the answers that we need. We have to first find out what caused this to begin with, and then we can go on looking for Rose's friend."
Rose turned her attention to him now. "Wait a second ... The more we waste time fooling around, the more Beth is left waiting!"
Wesker was willing to compromise, considering the danger of the situation and the lack of Intel for one thing. Even he was left unaware of what was going on and that was something he couldn't handle. He held out a hand to Rose.
"Once we know what's going on, it will make facing whatever danger Beth is in more bearable on all of us," he assured her. "So don't worry about her. She'll be fine." He added, then with a chuckle. "If she can stand up to me, there's nothing else that could pose an even greater threat to her."
Rose had to agree with that. Beth was a person without fear. And to stand up to someone like Wesker…What else could scare her?
"Well, Beth lives on Madison Avenue!" Jonas told them. "It's in THAT direction!" He pointed down the street. "You know what else could possibly be in that direction? There's probably some more of those other things waiting to chew our heads off like dog toys!"
"Jonas, we're not leaving until we find Beth and get to the bottom of this," Rose told him. "So it doesn't matter what is out there waiting to make food of our skin."
Jonas shook his head in frustration and fear, pressed tightly against his chair. "Yeah. Yeah, it does. It matters because I need to talk about something right now. Otherwise, I'm actually probably going to shit my pants in this van!"
Rose shook her head in disgust.
"First, we need some weapons," Krauser said, tapping the back of Kirk's seat thoughtfully. "Otherwise we're sardines in this tin can. Is there a gun shop near by?"
"Yeah, I think so," Kirk said, leaning forward to observe the street signs. "There's one on South Main Street. Hang on." He swerved the van roughly to the left and down another destroyed street.
Meanwhile
Jamaica
"FORE!"
A golf club swung through the air, carried by Chris Redfield and ended up bypassing the golf ball entirely. Several laughs filled the air and he scowled angrily back at his watchers.
There was age apparent in the Redfield man in his eyes and neckline. His brown hair had little bits of gray melded into it and yet, he still looked muscular and strong; age had been quite kind to him. Retirement had also been quite good to him in the past several years as well. It wasn't mai taz and Yahtzee for Chris, minus the action and everything, but the BSAA had suggested that he retire after Wesker had died.
"That was the stupidest - looking swing I've ever seen," came the jeer from a much older Barry Burton. "I bet my kids could do better than that!"
Chris flashed a mocking grin back at the man. Barry Burton had developed a wicked hunch in his left arm from a horrible gunshot wound a few years back before Chris' retirement. The wound had never properly healed and he had lost most mobility in the limb. But he was a little feisty with his age, something he had never really had during his time at S . T . A . R . S .
"Yeah?" Chris joked, leaning on his golf club. "I'd like to see that."
Barry flashed a smirk and cupped his mouth, calling out to two very attractive women sitting by a pool and reading from magazines. Moira and Polly Burton; they were once small, timid little girls but were now blossoming young adults and very attractive on the eyes. They seemed to have been capturing the eyes of some males circling around the pool.
"Polly! Moira! Come show this joker who's got the muscle in the Burton family!" he hollered. "Come on! Don't leave your old man hanging, now!"
Polly laughed and shook her head. "We don't do golf, dad!"
Barry scoffed and waved them off. "Ahhh, women," he murmured. "Can't appreciate the sport of … " He trailed off and watched two little boys flip off of the docks by the golf course. He staggered up and peered into the water with a scowl.
"Hey! James! Little Chris!" he shouted, once they surfaced. "No flippies off the dock! You could get hurt!"
James and Christopher Junior were the two sons of Chris Redfield and Jill Valentine. After retirement, they had settled down and had two children, the long term plan to start a family of their own finally achieved. James took mostly after his mother, having slender cheeks and blue eyes. Chris Jr. took mostly after his father, appearances mostly rough and a little more distinct.
Chris and Jill had both worried about their children considering their bad encounters with virus' and Umbrella. So they had hoped that for the best, things would stay almost normal for them and their sons could live an ordinary life.
Suddenly, a slightly older Josh Stone and Leon Kennedy rushed passed him and performed midair flips off of the dock, splashing into the water to join the boys.
Barry scoffed, holding out two hands. "No!" he said. He watched them surface the water and laugh at him. Finally, he got a little bold and swayed his hips back and forth mockingly. "All right. Let the master show you how to get it done."
"Barry, don't do it!" Josh said, laughing.
Barry backed up and dove off of the docks, yelping out and landing hard into the water. The four in the water cringed with simultaneous oooh's. Barry finally surfaced, groaning in pain. He gave them all weakened looks.
"Now I want you four to go down there and find my nut sack … " he groaned, holding himself in the water. "Ahhh … "
"Nice one dad!" Moira called, cupping her mouth.
While the guys had fun at the golf course, Jill, Claire Redfield and Rebecca Chambers were inside the hotel nearby, having good girl time in the sauna, laughing and sharing jokes and champagne with one another. They were the kind of jokes that only women would laugh at and men would cringe to.
Retirement had been good for these women since they had shared the same griefs, turmoil and trial as the men. Now they could catch up on some girl time together and they were getting a chance to raise a family.
"I swear … five times a week!" Jill said, laughing.
"No way!" Rebecca gasped, hiding her blush.
The women in the room let loose loud laughs at their evocative jokes. Jill simply leaned back and sighed with satisfaction. Her joints felt like butter inside the hot steaming room and her head clearing of any nervous tension that may or may not have built up in there. It was a much-needed comforting day.
"Well, when I was in my dating years," Claire said, crossing her legs and pouring more water onto the hot coals. "I had met a guy who wanted only one thing out of me. And I tell you, I was in shock."
Rebecca shook her head and patted her knee. "Well, you were young then, you had no idea what guys were like."
Claire gave her a naughty grin and raised a single brow. "Honey, I'm talking about my second boyfriend!" she said.
The three laughed together, covering their mouths and nearly spitting out their drinks. The alcohol had allowed for them to unwind and speak about very lewd topics they would never discuss while fully sober.
"What about Leon?" Rebecca asked, giggling and cradling her wine glass close to her chest. "Does - Does he have an animal side?"
Jill grinned, eyes widening in disbelief. "Leon S. Kennedy, an animal?" she cried, as if she couldn't believe the possibilities. "I'm sure!"
Claire smirked at her and gave her a playful shove of her shoulder. "You'd be surprised what kind of … special moves Leon S. Kennedy is capable of off duty, ladies!" she told them, giving them a sly look before she took a drink.
Jill and Rebecca let loose a chorus of wolfish hoots and sputters of laughs. A knock on the door and Claire stopped laughing long enough to call out to the person and clear their heads for probable dexterous conversation.
"Yeah?" she hollered.
"Aunt Claire?" James called. "Dad's got his foot stuck in the ball wash again!" A brief pause followed. "Oh! And he's shouting dad words at the caddy!"
Claire heaved a sigh and gave Jill a skeptical look, knowing it was time for her to come to the rescue yet again. She read that and nodded, rising with the towel wrapped around her.
"I don't know how he survives without us, huh?" Claire joked, glancing down at Rebecca. "I mean, how do the guys get around?"
Jill chuckled and shook her head.
As the two women left, Rebecca proper her feet up onto the bench that now had plenty of room for her to splay it all out.
While Chris was struggling to free his leg from the ball wash machine on his golf cart, two men clothed in black suits and sunglasses approached him, casting their shadows over his form.
"Chris Redfield?" one of them said.
Chris grunted and turned around to face the two men, squinting against the sunlight in his eyes. He frowned, finally freeing himself from the contraption. He didn't like the looks of these two. They seemed to be important men from a higher authority; an authority that he had put behind him. He grunted, preparing his voice before he spoke.
"Yeah?" he said.
"We need to talk to you," the other man replied. "It's important that you speak with us in private."
Chris frowned. "What's this about?" he asked.
"There's been another incident … " the first man told him, softly. "I think you'd better find someplace to sit down for this."
O
Chris and the two men were sitting at a table in his hotel room; papers and folders scattered before them on the coffee table with data, satellite images, and photos of Atlantic City, and even various other papers containing information regarding terrorist activities. There was so much to take in.
"We're asking you to help us save the world again," the first man told him, voice almost a desperate plea. "We understand that you are retired and out of commission, but the government is willing to compensate for anything that you might need."
Chris scoffed and shook his head, leaning back on the bed and rolling his eyes at the familiar line. "Where have I heard this song before?" he said, voice carrying a hint of sarcasm to it, unintended. He waited a brief moment before he spoke again. "So … why me?"
"Not just you," the second man replied. "Kennedy and the other two BSAA members, Stone and Alomar will also be going onto the search with you."
The first man held out a hand to him, advising him to be easy on the retired man before he looked at Chris.
"As part of BSAA and a former member of S . T . A . R . S . , you are an expert in the use of all weapons and viruses needed for this mission." He pulled out a small envelope from inside of his jacket and opened it, taking out a small letter. "Of all the members of your unit, you were the most highly decorated with more experience and expertise."
"And what else?" Chris muttered, rolling his eyes.
The first man stared at him gravely. "And … you were the only one to successfully kill Albert Wesker."
Chris let the information sink in about the death of the tyrant of Umbrella. It seemed like only yesterday that he had left Africa after the death of Wesker and defeated him once and for all. Chris was still haunted by dreams and nightmares of his near death, and plagued with various consumption problems. So getting over it had not been very easy for him the past few years since it happened and hearing it again only made his stomach hurt.
"Have there been any patterns in the infected cities?" Chris finally asked, looking up at them. He wanted to take his mind off of the memory of Wesker. "And even so, have the terrorists made any demands?"
"None whatsoever," the first man told him. "We have an anonymous tip that suggests that this might be the work of a former Umbrella employee, a mastermind behind the sightings of these infected within the larger, more inhabited cities."
"How can you be so sure?"
"Well, there have also been rumors about a Project known as G," the second man continued. "It's got something to do with the pattern, but we just don't know how it does yet."
Chris raised an inquiring brow. "Does G stand for something?"
The two me stared at one another, silent for a moment before the first man spoke, his voice grave. It astonished Chris. From the tone, he could tell that this was a serious problem.
"Genesis."
Atlantic City
Krauser gave the front door of "Bud's Weapon Shack" a wicked kick with one leg, breaking the door down clean off of its hinges. He looked around for any signs of the infected before the others could enter. Once he was sure that it was clear, he beckoned for them to come in.
There was a radio in the shop playing "Ring of Fire" by Johnny Cash. Jonas smiled and mimed playing a guitar with one hand.
"Hey ... I like this song." he said.
Wesker gestured to the rows of weaponry before them and indicated the others. "Alright, everyone, take what you can fit around you and move quickly," he told them. "We do not want to stay in one place for too long and risk drawing them to us."
"I hear you there." Jonas said.
Rose picked up a twin - barrel shotgun hanging on a rack above the desk. She studied it for a few seconds more before pumping it once. This was her weapon; one with a good bang to it.
Wesker armed himself with two handguns - being all that he would need - due to the fact that he could kill simply with both of his hands and even his feet. The simple infected were nothing to him, just undemanding mindless dolls.
"Alright," Kirk said, picking up an Assault Rifle and tossing it over his shoulder. "What's the plan then?"
While there was silence among them for several moments, Jonas finally spoke up and shrugged his shoulders, thinking very little of his plan and considering it to be just a mere whim of an idea. He didn't think anyone would take it all that seriously.
"Well, maybe we should check work first," he advised. "I mean; we have small samples of the viruses from investigations. Maybe something happened there that could have caused the Outbreak. Like a spill or … something."
The others glanced at each other before they rushed out of the shop as quick as they had come in. Jonas groaned, realizing his terrible mistake and quickly chased after them, tripping a few times over the overturned boxes.
"No. No, wait a minute!" he shouted. "That's a bad idea! Bad idea!" He heaved an impatient grumble and followed them toward the large, glass building up ahead. "Nobody ever listens to me, then when they do ... we're gonna die ... "
O
Wesker was the first into the building, followed by Krauser and then Rose and her two friends. They looked around at the disorder before them; papers were scattered everywhere, tables and chairs overturned, windows shattered, wires sparking and lights flickering in and out. Something had caused quite a bit of a mess before they arrived all in one night.
"I can bet you anything Jonas is right," Kirk said. "There must have been a spill that caused all of this."
Jonas chuckled nervously, casting his weapon all around him. "Yeah, the first time I'm actually right for a change and it turns out to be in a life and death situation that I don't wanna be in … "
Wesker didn't seem convinced. "Even so … " he murmured. "I've seen what spills are capable of. There's no way that … "
He quickly cut himself off as soon as something darted passed them behind a few book shelves. Krauser fired a few rounds from his AK - 47 before an indignant shout from behind the counter stopped him from continuing further.
"Son of a bitch!"
Rose's eyes instantly lit up and she grinned. "Beth!" she cried, happily.
Sure enough, Beth rose up from behind the counter with an angry grumble. She held up two hands to them with another growl.
"Guys!" she protested. "Don't shoot! I'm not bit!"
Krauser sighed heavily and lowered his weapon. Rose instantly rushed up to Beth and embraced her tightly, so relieved to see her in one piece.
"Oh Beth, I'm so glad you're alive!" Rose cried. She suddenly frowned and parted from her, staring at Beth in confusion. "What are you doing here, anyway?"
Beth had a Magnum tightly in hand and she gestured around with the end of it. "I was coming here to check and see if this place was the cause of all of this." she told her. "And I wanted to see if you had come to work and became one of them."
"We were going to investigate the same matter," Wesker replied. "But when you called, Rose insisted that we come here to help you."
Beth's smile dropped and she looked confused. "What are you guys talking about?" she asked. "I didn't call you this morning."
They looked floored now. "What do you mean?" Wesker demanded. "You called Rose's cell phone and you were in danger. It was your voice."
Beth shook her head and held out two hands. "That can't be right!" she insisted, "I broke my phone on one of their heads when those things busted into my house!"
They looked at each other, confused and not to mention a little concerned about that idea right now. Who could have called them, then? Wesker looked at Beth with a sound in his throat.
"Wait a minute," he said. "If you didn't make the call, then who did?"
A low moaning sound filled the air and Krauser immediately tensed for combat. He pointed down the lengthy corridors.
"No time!" he shouted. "We got company!"
Meanwhile
It was a darkened room with minimal lighting and display screens of maps of the entire planet and major cities labeled. Several men remained seated in a circular table, darkened and shadowed from one another.
"Everything is going as planned," a much older voice crooned. "Phases 1 and 2 of the Genesis project have been successful."
"How do you know this plan of yours is going to cleanse mankind?" another, more worried voice snapped. "Sure it is successful, but what about those who will attempt to stop us?"
The older man chuckled softly. "Even if they defy what their God has started, who do they have to turn to? They have no one, but the very things that I control. Their world is dying and they cannot stop it." A brief pause. "Have faith, Mr. Senator. You have sufficient genetic material. You will not become the victim." A gentle, almost mocking laugh followed.
"What about the call you made?" another man asked. "They suspect something is up. What if they find where we are?"
There was a long pause from the older man. Finally he spoke, voice filled with menace and many other emotions.
"Let them come."
O
Note-Setting it up for more to come! I hope you like it thus far.