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Another Wesker chapter for you guys. I lied about the action…. Lol sorry, but it will start soon enough. But, do me a favor: Before you read this chapter go to Google images and look up Black Belgian Shepherd. You'll understand why in a sec.

The Day That Never Comes

Chapter 10:

A Day Of Innocents

"All I ever wanted, all I ever needed was here in my arms. Words are very unnecessary, they can only do harm."

- Depeche Mode: Enjoy the silence

The sun was beating down on the black Mercedes that spend up the driveway of Wesker's 'temporary' African home. A Belgian Shepherd stuck his shaggy head out of the passenger window. The black fur billowing in the sped wind. Huck barked happily when the house came into view.

"Hush." Wesker purred to the dog. "I'm not entirely sure you know what day it is today, do you boy?"

Huck made a low growl in his throat when the car came to a stop. Wesker opened Huck's door, and the dog stalked over to a fairly large bush in the garden.

Wesker raised a brow, "What is it?"

Huck flattened his ears to his head and lower it. Just as Wesker was about to grab his Eagle from the car, a small grey fox darted from one of the garden bushes. Huck jumped up to chase the animal.

Wesker laughed, and Huck came trotting over to him without his catch. Obviously the fox had outrun him.

Wesker crouched next to Huck and patted his head, and rubbed his sides. "Trying to protect me weren't you?" Huck turned and licked Wesker's chin. "Good boy." Wesker cooed.

Wesker went to the side of the house, and opened the gate to the backyard. Huck followed suit. The perfect green grass was still damp from early this morning and it was about to get soaked. Wesker pulled the hose off from the side of the house and dragged it to the middle of the surprisingly small yard. The single Natal Mahogany tree shade covered the majority of the left side of the yard.

Huck rolled around in the grass. Sneezing once.

Wesker smiled, "bless you." He chimed.

Wesker whistled, and Huck got to his muscled legs. He dug his hands through Huck's thick black fur. He finally found what he was looking for. He removed a brown, leather collar with small, deep blue sapphire in the front. He held it possessively in his left hand, while holding the hose in the other. Wesker sprayed down Huck's entire form, and then went over it for a second time.

Wesker pointed a finger at Huck, "Stay." He commanded. He took the backdoor into the kitchen. He bent next cupboards under the sink and rummaged through the contents until he came out the backdoor with dog shampoo and a sponge.

"I'm sure your aware now that its bath day for you my friend." Wesker smiled.

Huck barked excitedly.

Wesker hosed down the dog once more, and then rolled up his sleeves on his black shirt, then pumped some shampoo into his right hand, as he admired the pearly, blue substance. Huck barked again.

Wesker chuckled, "Alright, alright."

He applied the shampoo and Huck wriggled happily. After he was fully lathered in blue soap, Wesker turned on the hose, and sprayed him down.

Huck lay out in the sun on his side, drying himself off. And Wesker dozed off in a lawn chair. These were the moments that Wesker wished could happen everyday. He wished that he was normal at times, and that he was just a simple man with a simple life. A wife, a dog, and perhaps a family. But he knew, he would never have time for such things anymore. And it didn't bother him so much now as it did then. Years ago there were two roads stretched out before him, and he took the 'devote your life to yourself and work' road.

Wesker coughed, and noted he's been doing that lately. Huck's ears perked up at the sound, and looked at him with a worried gaze.

"I'm fine." Wesker chuckled. It was a nice day, not to hot. Although Wesker knew that Tricell would be sending him bothersome messages right now, he opted on a 'non-working' day. Just for him and Huck to enjoy.

He smiled in the dog's direction. And smiled wider when he remembered the day he found poor Huck all alone.

Flashback

It was a stormy night in Arizona. Wesker was driving home from an Umbrella meeting. It was down pouring and the roads were barley noticeable. There were dots of lights up ahead. Wesker figured gas station. He looked at his gauge, and decided it would be a decent time to fill up. He pulled the deep grey, Mustang into the Marathon.

Under the safety of the roof, Wesker killed the engine and stepped out of the car. The smell of gas wafted through the station and in made his nose cringe with disgust. After the tank was full, Wesker went in to pay. The cashier looked skeptical of Wesker. She looked him up and down, and her eyes grew a bit fearful.

Ok, yes Wesker was clad in black everything, but he looked much to professional to look like he was going to rob the gas station.

"Pump 6?" The girl asked quietly.

Wesker pulled out a fifty dollar bill from his wallet. "Yes."

The cashier took the bill and deposited it. "Keep the change." Wesker said.

The engine roared to life, but something caught the corner of his eye. He pulled the Mustang to the side of the station, and got out of the car. He walked around the air pump and used his cell phone as a light.

There, in the corner between the wall and the pump, was a very small, black puppy. He was soaked from head to toe, and his shaggy fur was filthy. His front left leg was broken and his right ear was cut on the side. Wesker shook his head as the puppy tried to back further into the corner. He pulled out his handgun with a silencer from his belt, and leveled it with the puppies head. Putting it out of its misery was the best and most efficient way he thought of. The puppy, a Belgian Shepherd by the looks of it, whimpered.

Wesker sighed, and lowered the gun. He put it in the car and reached out and grabbed the puppy from under its arms. Its pudgy face stared down up at him as Wesker placed him on a black blanket in the passenger seat.

Wesker got back into the drivers side, and shut the door. He wiped the rain from his face and sunglasses, and looked over at the small, black tuft of fur sitting in his car.

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Two weeks passed, but nobody claimed the little guy. Wesker really had no time for a dog, not if he was going to have to keep it, and it got huge. But he just couldn't leave him on the streets. So he caved and kept the him. Now, slightly bigger than when he found him, the black Belgian Shepherd belonged to Albert Wesker. His leg was wrapped in a white splint, and his ear was healed with Aqua Cure.

The dog was called Huck, and Wesker thought he was perfect for him. Black, a dog that would grow big. Protection. Nothing more.

End Flashback

But now Huck was more than Wesker's protection. He was his friend, his only trusted companion. And he wouldn't want it any other way.

Wesker smiled.

The enjoyment would slip away soon, and danger would rear its ugly head. It was just a day to relax, and push danger far away from the mind.

A/N: I LOVE this chapter, I did a good job. Lol Wesker's dog Huck, he is so adorable. Like I said, I lied about the action, its gonna start soon and its gonna blow you AWAY. Lol