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Tomoko Takami: Don't worry about it! You take your time! Nope, Alex Wesker is NOT an OC of mine. He's actually a legitimate "character" to Resident evil. If you will, I will explain. I'm sure you know about the Wesker children and on that list of 13 children, Albert was number 12 and Alex was number 13. Now, all of the children on that list except for Albert and Alex perished throughout the years of testing. Albert went his separate way and exposed Umbrella while Alex continued to serve Spencer. When or if you read through Spencer's journal in RE5 Lost in Nightmares, you'll read a lot about Alex and his work that he did for Spencer. One strange thing though is that a few years before Wesker arrived in Africa, Alex was already there commencing experiments on the villagers.
Naoko Suki: Right! Chris just needs to calm his tits! Oh, you just wait and see what happens! When I thought of the idea for a plot twist, I blew myself away!
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Chapter 21: Phase One-Chaos
There was snow accumulating outside of the hospital. It began falling late that evening and was now drifting through New York City silently, as if Nature were whispering Her secrets into your ears. Claire Redfield didn't know if she was going to make it through this winter that had befallen NY; she didn't know if her moral would carry her out. What she did know was that Wesker was being detained at HQ and that he wasn't allowed to converse with anyone after he had broken a bench window. For what reasons, she did not know. But there were rumors spreading that a man that looked quite similar to Wesker was prowling around HQ every other day or so, asking around for his "brother". Once the man had confirmed that Albert Wesker was his "brother", the guards had let them speak but nothing else transpired after that, or, at least that was what Claire was told.
The monotone beats of the heart monitor were beginning to make her gut grind, for she had become accustomed to the sound as being her daughters only sign of life. She slept limp in her hospital bed, breath shallow, and her skin pale and clammy, her arms were subjected to several IV's, and her lips were chapped from almost three weeks of hygiene negligence. Kaya's auburn hair was tangled slightly and tousled from its usual straight performance. Claire could feel the tears welling up in her lifeless, blue eyes and she gulped in some air that was most certainly not fresh. She had been cooped up in this room for over a week now, trying to reassure herself and Patrick that everything was going to be ok, and that Kaya was going to wake up soon. But, like lies tend to do, they failed. Her aspirations of Do-Gooding were doing nothing, for she could not see the light in her engulfing darkness.
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"You better be serious about this because I do not accept mistakes very well." Alex chided the man walking beside him.
"I am, boss, trust me. I'll carry it out exactly as you asked. No mistakes."
Alex adjusted the guard hat that he was wearing and flattened out the front of the uniform. He had snatched them before he left after his chat with his brother dearest and had decided to launch phase one of his Grand Plan.
Chaos.
He used a copied key to unlock the back entrance to Cell Block A and put his ever so loyal mercenary inside, locking the doors and slipping him a vile. "You have approximately eight minutes before the effects take full spread." Alex handed him the key, "Unlock the door and remember to sink into the nearest human."
"Gotchya," The man saluted his superior and injected the vile of T-Virus into the crook of his arm. "Catch ya on the flip side, boss."
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The guard to detainment cell block A had come to do his rounds. It was late, later than usual but he had just gotten back from the bar with his pals. It was blatantly obvious that he did not prefer his job, for perusing something as a prison guard was something he would wish on no one. Not only was it exhausting, it was also terrifying. Waking up with the idea that today you could die, today you could get caught up in a riot and never come out, was a thought best left to dwell on never again.
In all of his years working at the detainment cells at HQ, no prisoner scared the blood right from his veins accept for Albert Wolf Wesker.
The guards had given his the nickname "Wolf" because of his eyes. They held an intensity that could not be matched, they stared at you and almost forced you to stare right back, for everywhere you went, you knew he was watching you, and if he wasn't watching you, he could smell you. Smell the fear that dripped off your body like sweat. Wolf didn't play games with you; he played them with you as his pawn. No other prisoner would come close to him for he had stricken fear into every single one of them.
You did not fuck with the Wolf.
He unlocked the door to Cell Block A and swung his keys like he did every so often, whistling the Cantina Band Song from Star Wars. The keys slipped from his fingers and he cursed, bending over to retrieve them. He heard a shuffle coming from the end of the hallway… and his paranoia set in, for the hall was lit by nothing more than the moon shining through the windows. He heard the noise again; some kind of slow shuffling about. Like a dragging of a piece of wood but burdened by the weight.
"Wolf?" He called, knowing that he could well be awake and making the noises.
"What?" The guard's face blanched, that was him, responding, the deep, baritone voice that echoed through the halls like a mighty bell.
He moved over to his cell, unlocking the door, "Do you hear that? Down the hall?"
Wesker stepped out from the cell, turning his head in the directing that the guard pointed. "No."
The unpleasant pang of noises sounded again, this time much closer. "That!" The guard yelled.
Wesker nodded and took a step from his cell, squinting in the darkness for his eyesight had gotten a tad worse from his depravity. Out of the corner of his eye, he could have sworn he saw the familiar dragging of a Walker but, he had long since become immune to the scare of ghosts from his past.
Wesker walked the opposite direction towards the door, peering out of the window and not picking up anything out of the ordinary. But the smell of blood sunk into his nose, and the sounds of screams, desperate cries for help were upon him like ants on honey. He retreated and jogged towards where he had left the guard standing. There were pats of blood on the white floor, sparkling in the moonlight that was basking down into the hall, they assaulted Wesker's nose and it made him dizzy. The sweet smell of blood wafting throughout his senses like a wave of sickness.
The Walker feasted upon the neck of the guard, just like they were created to.
Wesker backed up… this was not a good sign. This particular sign meant that Alex was up to something, something that could most certainly not be good. There was now a zombie in the Cell Block that was devouring its victim.
Alex Wesker's fault indeed. There was no denying that his brother was in on this. It took him years to grow up the strength, make the money, and keep hold of the power that Wesker had already achieved. The fact that there was nothing Wesker could do now was enraging him, he looked at the Walker with pure disgust, pure hatred that boiled over into a steam of active ideas that would get Alex begging for mercy.
Wesker never took too lightly on traitors. Although, he could deem himself a hypocrite seeing that he was a traitor himself. But that was beside the point; the main factor here was to bring his brother down and by doing that, reestablishing his position as the only Wesker child.
Did he have a plan?
No.
Was he planning on a plan?
Hell yes he was.
Wesker watched as the Walker continued to gorge into the guard's neck, seemingly unfazed by his presence. He looked about the body of the creature that he had mistakenly created one fateful day. Just about everything that Wesker had done was a mistake but a mistake that he was willing to utilize and eventually, he took heed to his own advice and did so.
In the end, often times Wesker would find himself relishing in his glory and the former glory of his subordinates, and come to the conclusion that his half his life was a royal fuck up and needed to be fixed but no one was willing to aid him. He would, although, not deny that after the Mansion Incident, he gave his life new insight. For instance, meeting Claire.
If she hadn't stolen from him all those years ago, his eternal puzzle would be missing a massive part of its grand scheme. He loved Claire, and that was that. There were no x-factors because he had eliminated all of them. The only thing that mattered now was his family.
Alex would not get in the way; Wesker would fight him off tooth and claw to ensure this. This world that he had lived in, this fucked up place that he had to call home had taught him right and wrong. And when the cards were down and the heads were up, people counted on Wesker. People needed the reassurance because they were too weak to give it to themselves. Self motivation was something they did not pump out but something that Wesker would gift once in a great while. While others groveled at his feet, Wesker rose to the top, kicking Spencer off his throne and burning his flag.
Alex Wesker was no match for him. He could feel it in his gut that tides would turn and eventually, the brothers would have to duke it out in a fight to become the last of their kind. But for now, in the darkness of this night, Albert Wesker was alone.
A/N: Sorry this is short AGAIN. But, I promise to have a new one up very soon. I like this Wesker part of this chapter because I felt that they were very insightful. And I love writing just solid Wesker descript because he's just a twisted guy and nothing but rainbows and lollypops could ruin the fact that he is a renegade jackass! So, there will be a HUGE plot twist and said plot twist blew even me away when I thought of it. So stick around to find out what happens to Wesker as his world begins to crumble little by little.