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End of the World by Cold]
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Chapter 14: End of the World
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Everyone came around here
Everyone else got sick
And watched the clock tickin' slowly
Everyone knew the ending
Opened a bag of tricks
And stumbled over their own
They blew minds away
Sort of the cripplin just like thunder
And it's gone today
I'm so happy that it's on
They say when you pull that trigger, when that barrel releases the bullet in a loud burst of firepower, it is too late. For me, it was the only the beginning. I blinked once, the only sign of a flinch, but it was not out of regret. My lids fell almost in slow motion, erasing the hurt buried deep inside, and casting a shadow over the kind soul that used to shine forth through foreseeing pupils. The jerk of the kicking gun within my palm was strange to me this time around; this inanimate object had just committed a crime, but was capable of doing a deed. We never judge this piece a metal, but the one who pulls the trigger. Why is that? The object has two purposes after all—and what is justice? Is it doing what is written by arrogant man to be right, what we feel is right, or is it just an excuse? If it is to put our hearts at ease, then I did it for justice and so the world can thrive.
My target was in between two royal blue eyes that were overflowing with lament and uncertainty—good. I saw them widen while dry lips parted to take in a last breath of air. My head began to tilt to observe the being's reaction with only a life span of a few seconds. Mostly, it was a taunting cock of the cranium to show that bizarre, inferior, and pitiless glance Alexia once gave, the one where crazed eyes seemed to smile, so alluring and full of beauty, but deadly and cold all the same. For a moment, I thought I had Father Time's clock within my grasp and was involuntarily twisting the hands of time to slow the ticking. Truly, it was my heart that had slowed, but I was immensely fascinated with my continuing observation.
The discharge of the gun sputtered away like debris, clearing the air around the space between my target and I, and giving the sound waves ability to cease in echo somewhere in the distance. A harmony, really, to what was happening all around us. Then, the bullet came to plant a goodbye kiss upon the forehead of the middle-aged man I once knew, forcing his skin apart and drilling into the white solid that protected an important organ. It was as though a mirror was breaking, severing the reflection of his life and spitting it out through the forming hole; the cracking bone resembled December, spraying away from his body like fresh flakes in the brisk air, taking him back to the month where his life began.
My lips began to part now, testing if it would hurt to breathe, but it did not; I had no emotion for the death just administered. Yet, there was screaming—a woman's voice; it violently clawed at my eardrums, threatened to rip them out, and overpowered the gun's own cry. She was too late, what was done was done, and just to shut her up I moved the barrel of my gun so she could glimpse down the weapon of integrity. Her mouth shut and I greeted her pale eyes with my own; she was not crying, no longer upset, and I knew she had come to a realization.
"What's the matter Jill?" There was silence, her face unchanging, so I moved to kick the emptied needle upon the ground in their direction. "You think I'm weak enough to succumb to a little 'mood enhancer'?" I spat on the scientist dead at my feet but my eyes never left Jill—she was scared and to verify that she rose her hands to me.
The missile struck its target, sending quivers through our feet and up our spines. One of the BSAA members even planted a knee down to remain stable and to bow his head to conceal the panic within his eyes. I ignored him, watching the fire bubble to the sky and release smoke, and sensing the air thing when to all of their surprises, they figured out that it was just a small nuclear to clear an infected area to the North—nothing nuclear or serious. I relieved with them as we all observed the cease of the flames. Well, at least until my attention was claimed by a familiar voice.
"Claire…" I turned my attention to piercing ice-blue eyes and gave a half smile. "I thought…"
"You thought I would kill you?" I lowered my gun and almost gave Chris a hurt expression, but instead I holstered my weapon and redirected my eyes off to the side.
"I'm not a monster…"
"I never said you were, but that was some fast change in targets…" I could hear the unsteadiness in his voice. What I didn't want to mention, was that I contemplated it; I, Claire Redfield, contemplated ending his life—what changed my mind I have no idea. I was pissed one moment and rational the next.
"Think you can continue your mission without him?" I nodded my head in the direction of the fallen European BSSA commander.
"Uh…" Chris mused. "Yeah, he was kind of a prick… I would have punched him in the face either way."
"Not funny," Jill walked up behind Chris. "He helped us get this far."
I shifted my weight and prepared to leave.
"Wait," Jill said softly and reached for my shoulder, only to stop her hand before the actual contact. "What are you going to do?" Her hand lowered.
"What I intended to do: stop Wesker from doing this and—"I fell silent… I had not mentioned to Chris that I could not see him anymore. They would forever have to be hunting Wesker and me. I would protect both sides, keeping one in check, and the other from finding us. Wesker wouldn't like running, but he'd have to, and he'd learn…
"So you're going to help us?" Chris said eagerly.
"Yes," I said simply and darted off.
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It's the end of the world
Well it's far away
In a hurricane, twisting slowly
Now it's gone today
I'm so happy that it's on
"World… disaster… from this… bioterrorism event occur—"
The radio cracked as my fingers worked the knob steadily; I would never be able to make it perfect. My enclosed fist rained down on the top of it, causing the frequencies to jump and then end in pure, incoherent static. They were without a doubt discussing the current destruction on the Southern Hemisphere, which was rapidly spreading like wild fire. My guess would be that every few hours that passed another town was becoming dangerously close if not completely consumed by the virus. Those who could fend off long enough were beaten to death.
Wesker liked to keep things interesting; he wanted to try something new to show the world that Umbrella's ways and his increasing fear were not diminished at Raccoon City or with the new N. and BSAAs attempts. Thus, a mixture of zombies and hybrids roamed. Once the world saw the power—his power—and cowered in fear, he would release the backup supply of Uroboros as he had planned before. The time frame had been extended, my guess being that the backup of Uroboros was not large enough to consume the world. Whatever he was able to muster up must be sufficient enough to put a dent. Then again, he was working on a new form of it… something that that scientist had brought up to him—something that Wesker now understood to such an extent he no longer needed this expendable partner.
Then, there was 'The Fountain of Youth', the little plant found here that he had been preserving for the right time. As time went on and the more thought that processed through my mind, the less I wanted to live forever and the less I believed that Wesker's plans were for the good of mankind. The dream of every man was to rule the world, but the way this would go down was something I wasn't very fond of. Not to mention, Wesker wasn't entirely evil—no being could be. As nerdy as it sounded, I believed in the concept of yin and yang: there is always yin in yang and vice versa—nothing could be completely evil or completely good. I prayed on this knowledge to pry at the yang within his betrayed soul. He did not know of family, he did not know of trust, he did not know of companionship, and he is just learning to know love. What a ways I had to go.
I shut off the radio and glanced about. Wesker was nowhere in sight and I was running out of time; there was no excuse for my delay, but I was still wondering what I wanted. I enclosed a long, flowing, and black trench coat tightly around my second skin of an outfit. The fabric was delicate and light like the covering of a tent. It moved quietly with my movements and shifted perfectly with each step, careful to not trip me on my step. After securing it with a small waist tie I advanced down the corridor in search for Wesker. This place was unfamiliar to me and it would be easier said than done.
All the technology here that I had come across was weak, broken, and extremely outdated. None of the monitors showed any form of life or movement for that matter, besides the dancing static that bounced on some of the petty screens. On top of that, I had not told Chris or Jill where we were to meet up, and honestly I didn't feel that they trusted me one-hundred percent. I didn't blame them, I had become a former shadow of myself, but I still cared. Maybe that was the problem.
Skksh.
My head jolted to the side at the random outburst of static.
"Skk—Claire."
I began digging through drawers until a red light caught my eye: it was a radio. I brought the electronic to my lips and pressed down the button with my thumb twice; the first time was complicated, the underused, old button creating complications for me as it tried to work against the dust, grime, and grit lodged in it.
"Hello? Come in," I released the button slowly.
"Skksh…" It gave a crackle. "Pull out the drawer underneath the monitors. Over."
I did so; there was a fancy laptop inside.
"There is a laptop inside," I released the button.
"There is a… shhhk." I waited. "M-map loaded—in—use it." I was losing him.
"Will do, and, hey Al?" I paused for effect, hoping I could answer my question before I asked it. "How'd you know I'd be in here looking for you?" I released the button.
Static continued to manifest. There never was a reply.
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My world, my love, my gun
The map lead me to what seemed like a old electricity plant that used water filtration. The place was a home for growing moss, weeds, and other extremities. Australia was a strange cotenant: one area was bare and parched— the next consisted of large plant formation and running water. I didn't run into too much trouble getting where I needed to be; those infected usually left me alone for the most part. Though, due to the fact I had forwarded the map to Chris's cell phone, I was sure to clear the way to the best of my capabilities for their arrival should the make it in time.
I parked the Jeep and jogged a few steps away from it before stopping. Reaching behind me, I released my ponytail and shook my head about to place my red-brown strands around my features. It was extremely windy in this area due to the absence of trees on one side of the island where it met water and I couldn't stand it when my ears were cold; the hair helped for the most part. Next, I coiled my trench coat a little tighter around my body as my eyes molested the view before me.
"Al…" I whispered to myself until my radiant hues caught a large storage building that seemed fairly new compared to the rest of the manufactured buildings.
As I stared an invisible hand seemed to take hold of my heart, playing with it so roughly my insides flipped and gave me a sort of heartburn that tingled. Wesker was in there and it was the moment of truth. I loved him, god did I love him, but I couldn't go on with him treating humanity like this. Sure, I pushed him into doing so, but I had ever right to be upset. Now, that revenge was seen through, the purity in my soul told me I could start making emotional amends.
"He must think I'm bi-polar," I grumbled as I began to push the sliding doors back with my body and found it rather difficult. "This is a two man's job."
"Indeed, but you are technically two man now, remember?" Wesker.
"Yes," I grunted as I closed it behind me, listening to the strain of metal. I veered around once the light was blocked from seeping into the dim lit interior only to find Wesker two inches from my face.
"I missed you." Suddenly, his voice didn't seem so charming, because I knew it would fade once I broke the news of my wishes.
"I missed you, too…" I forced a smile until my gut told me he was catching on; there was tension between us forming.
"I'm sorry I sent you off so quickly," He seemed to moan as his nose brushed up my jugular and into my earlobe.
"Albert Wesker—sorry? I don't believe it…" I toyed with him, starting to second guess the type of tension that was fuming from him.
"Hmmph…" The skin of my left side began to tickle ever so slightly: the indication of the removal of my coat clasp.
"What are you doing?" I inhaled my words but said no more when the warmth of his hands rummaged up my body to the frontal zipper.
"I am…" His voice was caught off by the unrelenting winds against the exterior. "I want you so bad… because of earlier, because of how you appear with your hair down…" He inhaled. "Because of what a delectable creature you are…"
"D-d-don't you think we should talk first?"
"Claire Redfield—stuttering? I don't believe such an independent woman would be so shaken." I growled and he simply smirked as his breath beamed on my neck. "And we will talk. You will say my name, I will not respond until you say it the desired about of times, and then I will groan. Then, we will turn our words into actions, to which will end our conversation with you calling for your god."
I swallowed my heart when my stomach contorted and joggled my more intimate parts.
The zipper gave before I could respond, detaching down my front and casting a cold breeze onto the soft, porcelain texture of my skin. His hands were alien to me, quickly replacing the fabric of my fitted outfit and returning warmth to my muscles. My lids instantly closed to his touch, bringing my attention to the sensation of his gruff fingertips vibrating down my front with the power of his flicking wrists. My hips arched forward, speeding up the downward journey of his touch until his digits rested on the crease of my hips to my womanhood.
"Mm… you're smooth," His voice rattled in my head and I did my best to put it at the back of my mind; I was attempting to focus only on the touch he administered.
"I thought you'd like that," I murmured before my body became weightless, swiftly transporting through the air until a hard surface greeted my back end and placed me into a sit.
His fingers coiled underneath the suit at my shoulders, gently picking at it to reveal my breasts, but instead of continuing the soft, slick pattern… he vigorously snatched at it by surprised and heaved it down to the crook of my inner elbow. I yelped, arched my back into him, and allowed him to devour my left breast, scooping it up in his hand and placing it into his mouth where his tongue stroked my areola until my nipple became erect. The sensation transformed me, erasing all worry in my mind until I jerked my hands out of my sleeves and ran my fingers through his sandy blonde strands.
The rest was steady clockwork. His hands hoisted the rest of the suit off, nearly tearing me off the platform I was sitting on with my feet dangle, but I had a steady grip on something cold, only to endure the aching want rushing through me. My panties where the only thing keeping him from me and they too did not last long. All I could do, as the skimpy cotton departed between my thighs was sigh; I was ready for him, scooting towards the edge for him, and dripping wet for him. But, when no entry or touch came, my eyebrows began to twitch with concern and I swore I whimpered.
"Al…Albert?" Lips pressed heavily into mine and I kissed him strongly for a brief moment, only for it to end with his body once again pulling away, only he remained close enough for me to experience the heat bouncing between us.
"That's one," He simply said.
I reached forward, touching the washboard structure of his abdomen down towards what I desired, only for the silk, bulbous formation of his penis to press into my palm completely erect. Time seemed to stop, the contact unnerving, and driving me all the more insane.
"Albert…" I whined as he moved in, touching his lips to my neck and swatting my hand away. He resumed position, taking his erection within his hand and bringing his head to my damp slit. His hips inched forward, spreading my shaven lips into my slippery, warm flesh but without entry. Instead, his head rests between my clit and cunt, pressing on the vein that carried blood to my pleasure button and making me squirm just to get any sort of friction.
"Oh, Albert…" He moved his hand until his cock was moving up and down, smearing the sweet liquid of my body over my pussy skin and clit, each time jolting and spreading my legs further apart. My eyes danced behind my closed lids rapidly, contemplating opening them but finding the sensation so much easier to focus on in this state. I reached forward to hold his shoulder, to bring his body into mine, and to hopefully make him enter me.
"Albert!" He pressed his hips forward, sending his head into my and then pausing as if to register and remember just how a felt, then he finished on through with an emitted groan.
"Now, call for your god." But he was my god, he was my everything, and he was thrusting in and out of me tenderly, bending his knees to hook his erection up against my weak spots—my nerves.
"Oh… Wesker," I said once more, his pleased snicker rumbling against the skin of my neck as he began to accelerate, pulling and tugging at my inner folds with a skill that I had almost forgotten; the wait was worth it.
As time went on, each ram and jerk of his groin sending me into sheer ecstasy, sweat began to form on my back. He held me near, stretching my skin with his hands as he brought his hands to him from either side of my spine to my sides, grasping my hips and then holding my outer thighs as he pressed on. My climax was approaching and my loss of breath and gasping cries were enough to inform him of that.
"Oh god, oh god, oh god," I repeated with each inward thrust he placed my way and once I built of enough tension—he stopped.
However, that did not stop me. I was too close for my orgasm to settle down, no, I came despite his immobility. My lubricant coated walls flexed, squeezing his manhood so tightly I could have aborted it, but he stayed near my body, panting at the feeling of my throbbing cunt around him.
"We still have talking to do, now that you're even wetter for me," He evilly informed as he readied to continue.
Then, he stopped dead in his tracks, and withdrew his member.
"We have company." Oh, shit. I finally opened my eyes.
"This is impossible. There is no way they could've known—unless," He turned his eyes to me for a moment before the sound of prying hands at the sliding door interrupted his attention.
He was furious.
I quickly got it together, hoped down, and collected my clothes to get them back on again, accidently pinching my skin in the zipper due to my haste. Ignoring the small ache on my skin, I threw my hair back into a ponytail and hurried to Wesker's side.
"Wesker—that's what I wanted to talk about," I placed my hand on his shoulder from behind, only to be smacked away. I was hurt. "We're going to make our escape, but leave the rest to them. I cannot have you destroying the world. I was wrong to have said that… I just wanted some sort of revenge—nothing so… permanent."
"You picked a life with me, Claire. Is that not permanent? Did you not realize when I spared your life and you became infatuated with me, that you would not be able to make me just roll over and change for you?" He made a step towards the sliding door as light pooled in. "You're so young, so lost in this world—maybe I was a fool."
"What? What are you saying?" I hurried my words, knowing time was running out. "Why are you acting like this? Let's go and discuss this elsewhere."
"You betrayed me, Claire. My trust and hope in you… you made me believe that we could rule this world like the vision I saw for us. I have slaved and now you just up and change your mind?"
"I'm sorry, but when I saw my brother's eyes and thought about shooting him… I realized that the old part of me that still cares will never leave. I realized that I love him. He is a prime example that the world is still good. I saw in him just as you've seen in me…" He simply grunted before eyeing the door as it opened to reveal Chris, Jill, Sheva, and a male I did not know.
"Wesker!" Chris's voice filled up the room with such menacing strength. He had met the end of his rope. I positioned myself at Wesker's side but refrained from trusting him.
"Ah, greetings, Chris. Are you going to freeze and piss your pants this time?" Wesker smirked with amusement while Chris's face twitched uncomfortably.
"I'm not too worried about my PTSD, if that's what you mean," Chris's thumb readied his gun. "I'll get rid of the memories by creating new ones, like your face blown clean off."
Wesker let out a demeaning laugh.
"So, Claire, if I win you come with me and in exchange for his life I'll forgive you for betraying me… if Chris wins he can have you and you can keep your silly little world."
I was hurt and in shock. Wesker was giving me up again, just like that, and again for that matter. As my mouth fell open, I noticed that I was being watched and slowly glanced up to find Jill's eyes sending me pity.
"You're pathetic," The words left my mouth like a secret that your best friend didn't want you to tell, but you just couldn't help it. I had not said words like these in the longest time…
"What?" He began to turn his attention towards me.
"Fuck you," I snapped louder, biting my words.
Wesker's voice let out a cry of force, indicating effort was placed into his motion, and a sharp pain struck my core. I opened my mouth, as if to ask what hit me, but there was no breath. My back cleared a pathway for my flying body as it burrowed into storage boxes, pipes, and an assortment of tools. There was a split second where I question if I'd live once my body followed through the law of physics and ran into an object, but then the pain set in as realization to a more important matter sunk in: Wesker had struck me. Maybe I deserved it, but life no longer had a meaning.
When I landed, I heard someone call my name, but it only echoed in my mind momentarily before fading away. My body hugged itself, twisting in positions I found testing my flexibility. My skin was producing a burning sensation and made me wonder if I was bleeding. So, I waited to feel the warm liquid trickle down my skin, but it was absent or maybe… I was numb.
Darkness, consume me.
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Now I'm all alone
Kept the pain inside
Wanna torch the world
Cause I'm breathin fire
Somewhere in the midst of the blackness I heard two voices.
"How could you?"
"She is blinded by her human emotions, she will learn that what she is given is a gift, and she will learn to lose the part of her that I have. She is superior now and should appreciate it."
"How can you say that? You chose to be with her! How can you say the human part of you is gone?"
I listened on to the voices that seemed so far away.
"I am not here to be preached to, I'm afraid. An unfair number, something I will have to deal with."
This particular voice faded in and became harsher near the end.
This was the last I heard for what seemed like an eternity. No voices, just guns going off in an enclosed, wide area and the sound of bodies hitting surfaces. Then, the voices came back.
"Looks like it's just you and me, Chris."
I moaned and managed to move my weight to my hands and knees from the fetal position I had coiled into sometime in my slumber. I used my back to lift up the boxes and objects that I had fallen deeply into. I continued to worm until I made my way out, crawling over the bent in boxes and tumbling to the cement flooring when no more boxes lied underneath. I sighed before forcing myself to a stand. I wasn't in pain, but shocked and emotionally drained. How could he do this to me? He was picking everything over me… but what should I have expected? He is right, I can't change him.
My lavender hues settled upon two bodies on the floor. One was unconscious, one dead, and the other missing. As I followed the line of bodies, I came to see how far a truly flew, and then caught sight of two men fighting with the hallow pipes, sharpened like a needle to penetrate a metal platform in which to build on. I began to walk quietly towards them, observing carefully as the two fought it out with Chris losing miserably. Though, Wesker was enjoying himself, playing with him, and I wasn't about to have any of it.
"Time to die, Chris," My attention was struck upwards. Chris had been kicked into the counter Wesker and I had occupied moments before. Within Wesker's hand was the pipe and it was held much like a spear.
"No!" I screamed and darted off at top speed across the room, jumping over Sheva's unconscious body in the process.
The pipe left Wesker's hand as soon as my body reached them and Father Time's clock halted again. I moved the hands of time, slowing down the movements of the room as my body leapt forward and planted the ball of my foot on the wall at the opposite end. I had flown between them, the sharp edge of the pipe nicking me and taking a chunk out of my back. It scooped up my skin, chipped my vertebrae, and went between two of my ribs upon exiting; it was flying at an angle, thank god, or my spine would have been done for.
I winced in pain, but kept moving by absorbing my weight by bending my knees for the ball of my foot that was touching the wall five feet above the ground. I pushed off as though I was a swimmer about to take another lap and threw my wounded body backwards, doing a back flip over the flying pipe and snatching in mid air as it nearly got away from me; the back flip had turned into a horizontal body twist, like a cat adjusting to land on its feet. My balance was slightly off as I landed on my other foot, beings that I had to reach for the pipe before it struck my expecting brother, but I simply made aerial out and crouched into defense mode.
Time set back in—eyes upon me.
"Claire," Wesker roared. "This is not tolerable."
"Let's get out of here, forget world domination, there are more important and vital things to put our time into." I breathed as my back began to burn and then threw the pipe onto the ground, the clanking causing my temples to pulsate. "We can make the world suffer instead… without people, how will we test the more evil, wonderful things we have created?" I negotiated until I found their attention was no longer on me, but the blood that was dripping onto the floor.
"I didn't want to hurt you," Wesker said softly, his body turned completely towards me for the first time since we've met; he had let his guards down.
I began to stagger as tunnel vision threatened me, but I was stronger than that, and found Wesker's eyes with my own. His eyes seemed so gentle, harmless, and confused… if I could dub Wesker anything at this moment I'd be bi-polar… but I admit I adored when he looked at me like I am the only person on this wasting away planet… He parted his lips to speak, but there were no time for the words to come out, the missing Jill had returned and snuck up on him. Wesker had always kept his body turned, able to see all targets and blind spots at all times, and I had gotten him caught.
Jill forced A/W into his system and he roared with pain. I loathed seeing him in harm's way, loathed seeing him cry in pain, and I reacted accordingly.
"Jill!" I placed a few steps in her direction and shoved the back of my heel into her jaw as my leg swiped over Wesker's bent over body.
Chris came in on me, but my arms were already fixing around Wesker's waist to hoist him against my body.
"Back off, Chris," I warned.
"He just harmed you!"
"He isn't like that… we understand each other… it was something he couldn't control." Chris stared at me like I was crazy. "Look, this isn't a normal 'my husband beats me' relationship—we're different."
"I want to throw up every time I hear you're married to that bastard… how could you do this to me? To us? To everyone you fought to protect?" He took a step towards me and I punted up the pipe into my hand to point the edge towards him. He gulped uncomfortably.
"I thought you were going to help us?"
"I am… I will make sure this ends, for now. I'm the only one who can keep him from doing something stupid. We both know that."
"No, we don't, it's Wesker!"
"We understand each other," I repeated as I backed away from them and eyed Jill. "I'm sorry, but it has to be this way—call me selfish, but I need both of you."
I backed Wesker up and out of the building out towards the Jeep. They conscious pair followed after me cautiously.
"Claire, don't do this." I adjusted Wesker in my grasp before he barked the only sentence he could.
"This is not over, Chris—"He began to attempt to laugh, sputtering out coughs before taking in a sharp breath. "It seems like we're destined… hero and villain. You will always look for me, but chance has it you will not be able to kill me… and if I'm allowed to kill you… the cycle would just cease to exist."
Chris stared with disgust.
"So, it will appear, I will be seeing you again," Wesker put more weight into me and the strain was enough to strain the clotting gash on my back. I simply hummed while setting him down in the seat.
"Tell your men to contain this—we have new objectives," I moved around to my seat.
"Claire…"
"I will speak with you tomorrow, but keep it quiet. I'm a fugitive now," I slammed myself into the Jeep.
I tore off, kicking up dirt and disappearing into the clog of dust which the wind was more than happy to muster up.
"And… what is our new objective?" Wesker's voice strained.
"We need to get into contact with Sherry and get away from here. We're running out of places to hide and the chase has yet to begin. They know you're alive, they know I'm working with you, and they will hardly rest until we're found. Until we are found the world will sleep with one eye open for our minds are still alive and working. That, and, bioterrorists find motivation from our destruction." I shook my head to free my face from my bangs. "We have much work to do… and our objectives… you leave those to me."
"I'm afraid I can't do that," He fell silent before speaking again. "And I'm not very fond of this 'running'"
"There are more important things at hand, Wesker, like… I don't know… us?"
"Hmph." I forgot he didn't work like that. "You are right…"
"I am?"
"Yes." He cracked his neck. "There are more important things at hand, to learn, and to become."
"What are you talking about?"
"In time, dear heart…"
"No… now."
"Let's just say… power always wins."
I double took over in his direction—disturbed by his words—but choosing to ignore them. I was stronger than that, or so I thought.
My world, my love, my gun
[Okay, all… in the process of writing this delayed chapter I have decided to make Chapter 15 my last chapter of Resident Evil: Captive. I would love getting to 200 reviews! I have already thought of the sequel's name and I assure you it will be very emotionally oriented. I have bursting ideas for it—I'm booming!
I will have a little sample of it in Chapter 15.
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