Resident Evil: Underworld
Disclaimer: I have FINALLY beaten Resident Evil 5. (My birthday present. Yay me!) After I had beaten the game, this idea came to me in a combination of watching a few sci-fi movies. (Channel flipping when bored does that). Now this is an idea I'm experimenting with and I will be playing around with plotlines a little bit. (Taking place between Code Veronica and Resident Evil 5. So if I get some facts wrong, let me know and I'll fix them to the best of my ability. The title I got came from the novel title written by S.D. Perry in 1999. Like I said, if you see anything not particularly correct, don't hesitate to let me know and I'll fix it up. Oh, and also, there will be various lines from games and films to establish the order I will attempt to maintain. I will accredit each one accordingly.
"Somebody should tell us, right at the start of our lives that we are dying. Then we might live life to the limit, every minute of every day. Do it! I say. Whatever you want to do, do it now! There are only so many tomorrows."
-Pope Paul VI
"God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks to us in our conscience, but shouts in our pains: It is His megaphone to rouse a deaf world"
-C.S. Lewis
By: VampireQueenAkasha
"A new Genesis is at hand, and I will be the creator!"
-Albert Wesker, Resident Evil 5
Chapter 5-3: Until Death Do Us Part
Spain
"Keep looking!"
Wesker was standing among the destruction of his base, stunned and angry. He and Ada were standing side - by - side while the doctors scanned through the rubble. She continued to glance at him, awaiting any chance that he might just lose it.
Ada opened her mouth to say something, but changed her mind.
Wesker looked down at a pile of burning mush at his feet. He casually tapped it with the tip of his boot and furrowed his brow, more concerned for Elizabeth's sake than he gave the appearance of.
"WESKER!"
Wesker looked up and a doctor was hurrying toward him, carrying something in his gloved hands. It was scorched, but looked to be a claw that had chipped off at the bone.
"We found this, beneath the rubble," the doctor told him, "There's not much of her left. The fire's burned almost everything."
Wesker hesitated somewhat before he reached out and took the claw into his hands. He turned it around for study and blinked behind his lenses, glad no one could see the emotion stirring in them.
"What about the children?" he asked, quietly.
The doctor shook his head with pity indicating that none of the children had survived as well. Wesker inhaled sharply at this and Ada reached out.
"Wesker, are you alright?" she asked, feeling a glimmer of pity.
"Yes, I am fine," he said, his voice slightly harsher than usual. He returned all attention to the doctor and cleared his throat. "Have they discovered what it was that caused the fire?"
The doctor shrugged his shoulders. "We did come across traces of used ammunition at the scene. My assistants are scanning them now to trace them back to their origins."
"Hey, doc!" one of the assistants called, rushing up to him with a bag of used, discarded bullet shells in hand, "The tests came back with the data you asked! We got it!"
The doctor and Wesker stood at attention. "And?" the doctor asked.
"The shells that ignited the fire were caused by a Beretta 92F/FS Handgun, usually a standard issue sidearm of the Raccoon City Police Department and the BSAA government unit. Various Ithaca M37 shells were scattered all over the place too," the assistant explained, handing the bag of shells over to Wesker, "We believe that this was an organized job."
Wesker was slowly feeling his anger bubble to the surface. "Brilliant deduction, you fool!" he spat.
Ada tilted her head at this, watching him cool down a bit. "Wesker?"
He inhaled deeply and gazed out to the horizon. The sun was slowly setting, which meant that he would have to retire shortly. He knew who had caused this destruction. And HE was going to pay.
"Chris … " Wesker hissed, under his breath. "You'll pay dearly for this. You WILL pay."
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It seemed to have been too quiet, so Wesker decided to observe his documents that had been gathered by Krauser and Louis in the warehouse that they had invaded. He pulled out the papers revealing details of the sarcophagus that Louis had uncovered.
It revealed detailed schematics of the ancient thing and the bacterium used to "create" Elizabeth. The mummy uncovered at the scene had been covered with dust containing such dormant bacteria. It was strange. Wesker had never heard of such a thing.
"'Sub - G becomes highly volatile in large doses of adult males, creating common flu - like symptoms and even death'," he read, "'Females tend to carry the strain dormant inside their bodies with minor symptoms associated with the common cold'."
Wesker furrowed his brow. So how had Elizabeth adapted to it without such sickness?
"Hey, Wesker, I got those disks you wanted."
Wesker turned around in his chair and Ada stood there, carrying several disks in her hands. What also included in them were papers and books. She winced and placed them onto the table at his side.
"Those were all I could find inside the shipping department," she said, "Why were these so important to you anyway?"
Wesker glanced up at her from what he was reading. "Have you retrieved the Master Plagas sample like I asked you to?"
The tone was a little harsh, but one that Ada was willing to let slide. After all, he had much thinking to do. She didn't want to get in the way of that at all.
"I'm sorry, I'll go." she told him, giving a quick bow before she left.
Wesker watched her go before glancing over at the disks. He flipped through each and ever one with a few frustrated sounds in his throat, trying to find what he was looking for.
"No … No … No … No … " he muttered, as he passed each reject. Finally, he stopped at one and it caught his attention. It was labeled: PART SEVEN: CONTACT WITH A. WESKER. AGE 8. FAILED? SUCCESS?
Wesker was fascinated now. He knew this had something to do with him. Whatever had to do with him he could use in the future. He took the disk and placed it into a drive on one of his computers. The screens on his wall lit up with static before they cleared.
Wesker leaned back in his chair to watch.
The screen he was particularly focused on revealed the time and date. He could hear a doctor in the background whom he presumed had been with Elizabeth during her creation.
"Alright, here we have Elizabeth studying various novels from various cultures and languages we had picked up over time…" the narrator spoke, "She seems to have learned every language we have given her. It's amazing! It's…"
The camera suddenly halted and Wesker frowned, curious.
The camera turned rapidly and focused on what he guessed was Ozwell Spencer, in a cane. He looked so much less feeble in this timeline but still quite weak. What a pathetic being.
"Oh! Lord Spencer, I'm sorry!" the narrator gasped, "I didn't expect you here so soon in the process!"
Wesker snorted softly. Such a coward.
"I wanted to see her," Spencer said, with a smile, "Where is she?"
"Oh, over here, sir!" the narrator said, the camera turning toward a glass containment unit seen in Cameron's videos. The very same one. Wesker noticed a small child sitting behind the glass, paging through a book in rapid secession.
The camera was focused on her for a while as both men spoke.
The child - Elizabeth smiled at them and spoke in fluid Italian. "Hello Signor ... Che bello rivederti."
Spencer grinned. "And that's?"
"Italian, sir," the narrator told him, "She is only eight years old and she is operating at a full adult capacity! It's amazing! Fascinating! Imagine it!" He sounded like an ecstatic child who had just discovered their Christmas presents early.
"What of her … mutation?" Spencer asked, cautiously.
The narrator spoke underneath his breath. "She is developing at a normal, yet rapid rate; with injections, that's to be expected," he assured him, "I expect full hybridization by the time she begins her menstrual cycle."
Suddenly, both men grew quiet as a small boy approached the containment. Wesker leaned forward, stunned. He knew the boy well, and yet, knew that these memories had to have been blocked from his psyche.
That was him.
He watched the young Wesker walk up to the glass and press his hand against it. The young Elizabeth looked up at him and smiled. She didn't look nearly as displeased as she had present day.
"Hi!" she greeted.
Wesker felt a light smile of amusement touch his lips. He leaned back further in his chair. Spencer, you fool, he thought, you thought you could hide this from me forever, did you?
"What's your name?" young Elizabeth asked.
Young Wesker furrowed his brow. "It's Albert."
Young Elizabeth rose and took a soft inhale. "Mmm, you smell real nice," she told him, "You can smell me, can't you?"
Young Wesker smiled and nodded. "Yeah." Finally, he frowned and turned to Spencer, pointing back at Elizabeth. "She doesn't like being locked up like that. Let her out."
Wesker blinked, surprised. So he had defied Spencer even at such a young age? Heh. No surprise. Even though he could not recall this, he still found it quite an amusing thing to learn.
Suddenly, the camera angle began to jolt roughly as what Wesker could tell were his child incarnation's screams and struggles against various scientists who attempted to get him under control.
"Can you get rid of this?" Spencer shouted from somewhere off screen, "For goodness sake, put down that damned camera and help me with him! He's putting up a fight!"
Finally, the camera went black.
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Wesker could only assume that she had some hold over him. Something that only HE could sense. She had claimed that she could mate with various "perfect" males, but something about him …
Wesker sighed heavily and brushed the disks aside, only to knock aside a book and have it tossed to the floor in an undignified heap. He frowned down at it and picked it up.
The book looked to have been a diary of some kind; burned, waterlogged, and spilled on with every kind of essence imaginable. The pages had been bent, torn and ripped. The book looked horrible. But Wesker could not force back his curiosity.
There were various notes and scribbles. There were some side drawings of humans being tortured, killed or destroyed in comical, childish manners. Wesker noted the silliness behind the drawings and simply ignored them to find what he could use for later.
I … forget … no … won't … forget … HIM …
Some of the stains made reading the words nearly impossible. Wesker also noticed a change in the handwriting. It seemed that the more he paged through the book, the more intelligent the writing seemed to be. And by the dates, he could tell that it had happened quite rapidly.
Insolence … they should die …
I am … toxin … but unfortunately ... more is obligatory ... make … additional of me … another … another virus … required to make me more unobjectionable … none of this has …
It's … virus … none …
Wesker paged through the book, and blinked. What could she have meant by "another virus"? That was like nothing he had ever heard of. What kind of virus required another to be whole?
Took … pic … got sent to … the room …
I want … him …
Want him …
Wesker noticed something drop out of the book. He bent down to pick it up. It was a poorly taken photograph of himself as an adult. He noticed his arm and face smeared in the shot. Even at such a poor angle, Wesker could tell he was wearing his S . T . A . R . S uniform in this one. Odd.
But what was this about another virus that was needed to make her live? Wesker sighed at this, studied the claw that had been picked up at the fire and got an idea.
He walked over to the wall and picked up a phone. He dialed a number and waited for a few moments before speaking.
"Excella Gionne?"
"Yes … Albert?" Came the seductive, accented voice of Tricell's own Excella Gionne.
"I have something that may be of use to us … " Wesker told her.
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Note-This will continue to the end of RE5. Sort of as a behind the scene thing or something. I dunno, you tell me.