Disclaimer: I do NOT own RE.
So I suppose this is just a filler, but hey, we all need those at some point don't we?
The Day That Never Comes
Chapter 36:
Ghost's of My Past
"Alone on the hill and ready to die, Cancer of darkness - blacken eye, The mark of the Wolf and the sign of the Calf, Angels bleed down above the raft."- Rob Zombie: American Witch
After the siblings had returned home that night, her brother retired to his room without a word. Rose didn't mind as much as she would have, for the fight for her mind had worn her out to no ends. Soon, she had fallen off to sleep on the living room couch.
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There was a faint growling noise but it grew louder with every step he took; eyes wondering uselessly in the dark. When the snarling warped into a child's cry, it sent shivers down his spine.
He wanted the infant to stop its wailing and his legs wouldn't carry him away from the source. Thus, the noise continued to annoy him. The closer he waded through the pitch-darkness, the louder and more frantic the cries became.
Inches from the child… and it seized.
He snarled and whipped around, only to face more of what he wished would fade away:
The Black.
Spinning back in the direction of the 'child' (though no longer crying) he could feel another presence within the darkness.
Suddenly, he felt soft lips trail down his cheek, chin, and neck; stopping right above his jugular. Skinny arms wrapped themselves around his neck and a face buried itself into the crook of his shoulder.
No words escaped his mouth and the body leaned into him. His mind raced about and he tried to remember where he had felt this exact touch and such sweet, tender lips.
Claire…
"Albert, you know I love you." When she spoke those forsaken words into his ear, a sharp rectangle of light shattered the loathing Black and the atmosphere peeled away into a painfully bright light until no more Black resided.
Finally, Wesker's eyes were opening slowly and drinking in the sight before him.
Claire was standing in front of him, arms around his neck and her tear-stained face was plastered with a smile.
She was in a beautiful wedding dress that waved down to the floor, traditional white. Her fiery red hair was curled to perfection and her stomach protruded slightly from the tight dress.
She was pregnant.
Wesker looked stupefied as he stood there in his traditional black tux with a red tie and cuffs, he looked so handsome and ready.
Ready for what was the question that trampled through his already busy mind.
The room was a bright white, as were the pews, doors, windows, the piano, the walls, and floors.
Save for the red carpet and pew cushions, Wesker would have died from a headache if it had not been for that.
Then something struck him, something awful…
He whipped his head around and his eyes rested on the pews.
Occupying the rows and rows were skeletons.
Skeletons bowing their heads in respect for the bride and groom; all of them wore uniform dresses and tuxedos, all black.
They certainly stuck out like the red but something about them wasn't right.
On impulse, Wesker turned to face Claire.
Her smile faded and her tanned skin started to peel away like fleshy pencil shavings and he eyes turned a sickly gray.
Wesker stepped back as his beautiful Claire fell into a heap of bones and a wedding dress.
The skeletons looked up from their praying and eyed Wesker with hollow sockets, and looked as if they were sneering in his direction because of the permanent nature of skeletal bared teeth. When they looked solemnly from Wesker to the mass of bones that was Claire and back… they didn't look too pleased.
One of the male skeletons rose from his spot next to a child skeletal and tilted his head in a 90 degree angle, causing the spinal cord to snap and crunch.
The bones started to walk towards him, neck bent and lanky arms outstretched like the zombies of his past.
With one furious roar, Wesker charged for his no-match opponent and crushed its head with his hand, sending tiny shards of bleached skull propelling throughout the room.
One after another, Wesker annihilated the walking bone-bags. Skeleton after skeleton he demolished, snapped, clobbered, splintered, and wreaked them away without breaking a sweat.
Once there was nothing left of them but piles of ash, he ran back to 'Claire' and fell to his knees, silently crying.
"Claire…" He murmured.
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Wesker snapped awake, a scream caught in his throat, sweat trailing down his forehead and bare chest in torrents.
"Claire…" He whispered into the dark.
I thought these were over for good… He told himself.
Wesker had internal battles with himself everyday about her.
Everyday he would reach for his cell phone, his fingers centimeters away, and index finger twitching.
But as his mind won he would snatch it away and jam his hands in his pants pockets.
He would call her… maybe not today, or tomorrow; but sooner or later, he would have to let Claire know that he was still out there somewhere, always thinking about her.
Wesker ran his hands over his face and sighed deeply, turning his head and glancing at the alarm clock with its blocky red numbers.
4:36 am.
Wesker rolled off the bed and opened the door, letting the hallway air come swishing about. Pulling his discarded, navy blue T-shirt from the ground, he walked down his winding staircase clad in only black sweatpants and said T-shirt.
Padding over to the couch, Rose was asleep so he grasped her shoulder, giving her a light shake.
"Rose," He mumbled. "Wake up."
She stirred and opened her tired violet eyes.
"What?" She asked groggily.
"Come on, we're going somewhere."
"Well that wasn't vague at all." She said, voice dripping with bantering sarcasm.
Wesker gave her a smug smile. "Just get up and get some shoes on."
He left her to do what he asked and made his way into the garage with a whistle.
Huck jumped from the leather chair and joined his master's side, tail wagging all the while.
He was waiting for Rose in the driveway, sitting with a stern look in the black Cadillac.
She slumped into the backseat seeing that Huck was occupying the passenger seat.
"Where are we going?" She asked as he pulled down the driveway.
"To a place that has gained my liking."
Rose looked at the radio clock. "At… 4:50 in the morning, Albert?"
All the response he had given her was a nod.
They continued to drive until the African sun peaked over the horizon in a stunning mix of yellows and oranges.
When the black car pulled up to a wrought-iron gate combined with a black steel fence, Rose wondered what this was and why Albert had taken her here.
He killed the cars engine and beckoned for Rose to follow. She opened Huck's door and he jumped out, sniffing the ground.
"What is this place?"
Wesker played with the lock and soon snapped it off and threw it over the 20 foot tall fence.
"An insane asylum… a psychiatric hospital if you will."
"Whoa…" Rose breathed.
Wesker swung the gates open and walked among the rubble and the cobble-stone path.
The yard itself gave the ward a creepy vibe with its dead grass, decaying trees and bushes; brush slung along the paths that contained a widespread variety of junk and discards.
Then there was the asylum.
It was stone gray with peeling paint all over; six stories high with windowless windows and grimacing gargoyles.
It dominated the majority of the yard and it was the creepiest building that Rose had seen in a great while.
The arch pillars that lead to the doorway were crumbling away in all of their old fashion glory with the stained walls and decaying sides.
It was quite castle looking with the fading red brick and white splotches of old paint.
Rose stood in wonder.
"Do we… go in?" She asked quietly.
"If you want to." Wesker said flatly beside her.
"Ok…"
Wesker stalked to the door and fiddled with the padlock and the deadbolt.
"Every time I come back, they always have a new lock on. It's quite an inconvenience when I like to come here, but hey, what are you gonna do." With that, the lock was snapped in three and thrown away and the deadbolt was pried off with ease.
"Watch your step."
Huck bolted in and continued to sniff the paint-peeling floor, swerving in and out of doors on either side of the long hallways and snuffing and sneezing. His head would snap up at some sounds at the end of the halls, but nothing would grasp his attention long enough so he resumed his adventure.
The two walked through the hallways, watching Huck lead the way. The corridors were long and unforgiving with abandoned beds and wheelchairs.
Rose could smell the lingering decay of rotting flesh; she could feel the pain and the sorrow mixed with hate and disarray. She knew that everyday a body would go down that chute just to her left. Day after day of death never leaves and that's why her brother comes here, that's why he wanders on and on, nightmare after nightmare.
Now she knew.
"Its… so haunting." Rose whispered.
"It's violently beautiful." Wesker chimed.
A/N: Sorry its so short, its just a filler :I Though next chapter up as soon as possible, I'm quite busy with being a freaking sophomore and all… bleh