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Hey guys, sorry I haven't been able to update, I left the file on my computer back home and just remembered that my mom was home (duh) and I asked her to send me the file. So, 25 is up and here is 26!

The Day That Never Comes

Chapter 26:

No Need for Your Games She Says

"Truth and dare, peeling back the skin. Acid wash, ghost white. Ultra clean, wanna be a skeleton, clear eyes, diamond eyes."- Metallica: Purify

The storms have passed and the sun had returned to its blistering heat. Things were going to get really interesting really fast, Rose could feel it in her gut and she always trusted her gut.

Albert was outside and now that Rose thought about it, he had been outside all day. Doing what? Rose had no idea. She walked to the front door, peering out… no sign of her brother. She casually took a sip from her can of Coke and opened the door. Walking around the house no one in sight, Rose pressed her back to the side of the house like a spy on a secret mission. She made her way to the backyard, opened the gate and padded through the cool afternoon grass.

Rose tilted her head slightly, like a curious dog and studied the scene before her. Albert's back was to her, he was crouched low, knees almost touching his tanned face. In his right hand he was holding a stick with a crooked end; Huck was hunched low, observing whatever was over there. Rose walked to Albert's side and instantly smacked his shoulder.

Coiled in the rock garden was a huge Black Mamba. Rose knew that these snakes were super poisonous and she was positive Albert knew that too. But no, he was he was calmly observing it from a ridiculous distance. Albert and Huck were no more than three feet away from the snake. Its purple tongue flicked out and it coiled its body, warning Albert and Huck. Its black body caught the sun.

"Fascinating… isn't she?" He chimed.

Rose had to admit, it was quite beautiful, but he was playing with it!

"You're playing with a Black fucking Mamba, Albert!"

"Thank you, I had no idea." Albert said, his words dripping with sarcasm.

Rose glared at him. "Smartass…"

Wesker chuckled and then removed the glove on his right hand. He lowered his it toward the snake; it eyed him for a brief moment and then sprung for him. It latched its fangs onto Albert's hand.

"What the hell do you think your doing?" Rose yelled her eyes frantic.

But all Wesker did was hold a hand up to silence her. Huck didn't move he just watched the snake carefully. The snake had sunk its fangs deep into Wesker's hand, constantly adjusting its jaws and then released them. The snake did some damage, two deep holes with blood spilling out like little fountains, and the damage was soon healed up. The skin started to knit back together, forming a new layer to replace the lost.

Suddenly, the snake started to writhe, as if someone was pinning its head to the ground. Rose gasped as the snakes beautiful black skin faded into a sickly grey. It opened its mouth, hissing and spitting, but blood pooled from its gaping maw and stopped the sounds. Soon after the sick show, it stopped writhing and fell limp. Rose's jaw hung open and she pointed to the snake.

"Ok… what in the fuckjust happened…?"

Wesker opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off by Rose.

"You know what? No, no explanation needed! I'll just pretend that never happened! I'll just let this slide. Forgetting…." Rose made a circling hand gesture. "Now!"

Rose sighed and finished her Coke. "Good job that was super… interesting."

"Thank you."

Rose poked the snake with the stick, no movement whatsoever. "So what did you do to it?"

Wesker stood, grunting and replaced his glove. "Well, it was interesting because I had no idea what the outcome would be. But it looks to me as if the snake's venom had no affect on me, but it attacked naturally and started the process of breaking down my respiratory system, but the virus within my body acted as a self-defense and took out the venom and attacked back. So the snake was faced with my 'venom' and it easily overpowered it."

Rose nodded. "Huh… so you just thought it would be cool to let that snake bite you, but not knowing if you would be poisoned or not?" Like Albert, words bound with sarcasm.

"Yes, and look at how it turned out, I'm not dead, it is." Wesker pointed to the snake.

"Like I said, I'm just gonna pretend like that never happened."

Wesker smiled. "Well good luck with that."

Rose stuck her tongue out at him and headed for the slider door.

"Oh, I forgot to mention something. Excella is coming over later to fill out some things and give us a new case of our serum."

Rose's shoulders slumped. "Ugh, I hate that woman! She is so gross, Albert, why here?"

Wesker shut the door behind Huck. "Because she has deep connections with Tricell, for god's sake, her and her father practically run the place."

Rose fished another Coke from the fridge. "But I thought you were in control of it."

Wesker sat at the table. "No, but I'm not too far away. All that needs to be done is Mr. Gionne needs to sign Tricell over to me… simple as that, but he is a stubborn old man and I know he won't give up that easily. Besides, Excella is a daddy's girl and won't let her father slip up that easily, even if it was me making the demands."

"I see, ok well just warn me when she gets here so I have the piranhas nice and hungry." Rose rubbed her hands together for emphasis.

"Sure, that's what I need, another dead colleague!" Wesker yelled as he made his way up the stairs.

"Where do you think your going? I need someone to talk to, Albert, I'm bored!"

"Talk to Huck! He's interesting!"

Rose heard his bedroom door shut and she sighed. She took a sip of her Coke and looked down at Huck.

"So… how was your day?"

Huck tilted his head and Rose laughed.

After a half and hour of being bored as hell, Rose wanted to know what Albert was doing. It was 6:15 and Excella would be here at seven. Rose had no intention of interacting with that woman while she was here. She was gonna feed that bitch to the fish!

It was gonna happen!

Rose walked up the winding staircase and stood in front of Albert's closed door. She knocked softly… no answer so she opened it just a bit and peered in. Albert was sprawled out on the bed like a content beast, his breathing was shallow and he didn't have a shirt on.

Rose shook her head and smiled, and realized that she was quite tired herself. She padded into the room, careful not to step on that one creaky floorboard. She made her way to the bed and pushed Albert aside just a bit. She moved some papers and books, placing them on the floor and climbed into the bed. She and Albert used to do this when they were little. Rose would get scared and Albert would let her sleep in his bed. They would talk and make shadow puppets by candle light until Rose fell asleep.

Rose missed those days, and she wished that Albert had never changed. Although he didn't come too far from what he used to be, he still loved Rose.

And she knew it.

She reached up and took off his sunglasses, careful not to wake him up. Rose saw something black poke around his shoulder and her eyebrow rose. She slid out of bed and went to the other side.

Much to Rose's surprise, there was a tattoo on Albert's shoulder. Albert had a tattoo… she never thought of her brother getting some ink.

Coolio!

Rose gasped at the intricate little designs, it was a fantastic tattoo. From the looks of it, it was a Welsh dragon, all black with a beautiful blue eye. It was sideways and snaked down his shoulder and just a bit below his shoulder blade. Its mouth was shut but had small teeth jutting out, and its two muscled arms were reared up like the famous Rampant Lion. The eye was the same shade as Albert's when he was normal. The scales were perfectly inked and the spines that ran down its back were sharpened to perfection. Its tail was curled like a happy cat and under the dragon were small black letters that read…

He who does not fear death dies only once.

She understood why Albert had the saying, it was true in everyway and it applied to him perfectly.

She climbed back into bed, closed her eyes and smiled. Her eyes snapped back open when she noticed something unusual on Albert's torso.

There was a huge scar that was shaped like a crescent moon, and it was whiter than the rest of his skin.

She ghosted her fingers across the scar and it was smooth, no ridges or bumpy skin.

Albert's eyes opened without hesitation and he looked at Rose.

"Did the Tyrant to this to you?" Rose asked voice no more than a whisper.

Wesker nodded. "Yes."

"So he did leave a scar." Rose chimed.

"Indeed he did, and a damn good one too." Wesker chuckled.

"Do you ever cover it up?"

"No, I don't like to. It reminds me of the pain I went through and the lessons. Lessons I can learn from and pain that I can build up from. This scar is the one thing that reminds me of what I did I did because I needed to. And I will never forget the lesson, and I will never forget the pain."

"That's very manly of you." Rose chuckled.

"And Claire thought it was sexy so I never covered it up even then."

Albert and Rose shared a laugh.

There was a knock on the front door and Rose sighed. "Medusa is here…"

Wesker laughed loud. "That's what I call her too!"

Rose chuckled. "Great minds think alike I suppose."

Wesker put on his shirt and then his sunglasses and jogged down the stairs, skipping three steps at a time and then jumping over the rail when he was close enough to the end.

He answered the door and sure enough Excella was there. She was in a short purple dress with a low black necklace. And as always, the dress was low cut and her boobs were out there. Or as Rose says, BAM, out there! Her high heels were high enough and her hair was up in its signature bun.

"Good evening, Albert." She said her voice silky.

"Evening, Excella. Please, come in."

She walked over to the couch and sat down, placing some papers on the coffee table as well as a brief case.

Rose walked into the room with a bag of live goldfish, Huck right beside her.

"Hey Excella." Rose waved.

"Ah, Rose… you're still here I see. May I ask, what are those?" She asked with a disgusted tone.

"Oh, these little fellas? They're food for our piranhas. I wanted to feed them something a bit bigger tonight, but Albert wouldn't let me." Rose sneered.

Excella looked at Albert.

"Rose…" He muttered in a warning tone.

"No, its ok, I understand. Business is important right now, I get it." And with that she walked into the living room extension where the fish were.

Rose was in the room for a good fifteen minutes, she was feeding the fish as Albert and boob lady talked Tricell crap. Her sensitive hearing picked up the conversation.

"She's running low on P30, you will need to make some more. I never understood how."

"Fine… but I want her in stasis tonight; things could go wrong if she's low on it. Her scenes could come back without it and I don't want her remembering."

"Yes sir… Now I want to talk about Rose…"

"Why?"

"Is she you're sister? Truly?"

"Yes she is do you have a problem with that?"

"No… well I think she is sort of a distraction and that's the last thing you need."

"Miss Gionne, I do not think you are in the authority to tell me what I can and cannot do. Rose is all I have left and she is going nowhere and if that bothers you you're going to have to deal with it or quit. Either one would be perfectly fine with me. Now please, I have some things to attend to and I don't want to be up all night."

"Yes sir."

Rose heard the sounds of her heels and the front door shut. She also heard Albert sigh.

She walked into the living room and Albert was lying down on the couch. His arm was covering his eyes and his other was hanging off the edge.

She sat on the edge and patted his leg. "You tell her bro."

He chuckled. "I defended you, how nice am I…"

"Very, I hate that woman. Just get rid of her already.

"Oh trust me… I will."

They were silent for a moment and Rose spoke up. "I saw your tattoo. Where and when did you get it?"

Wesker laughed. "I've had that tattoo since I was eighteen. I had an old friend do it."

"I never thought of you as a tattoo kind of guy. I think its pretty beast if I do say so myself."

"Why thank you, fortunately it's the only one I have. Besides, Claire loved it."

"Claire loves everything about you, I kinda wanna meet her. She sounds neat."

Wesker sighed. "She was indeed." His voice just a sad whisper.

A/N: Aw poor Wesker… D:

Sorry this took so long, I've been having a great time here in Tennessee and I've been busy sigh seeing things I didn't get to do last time. Next chapter soon.