Disclaimer: I do not own RE.
Well I've been busy and the process of this fic seems to be lagging, slowing down if you will but fear not, the ending is soon! Or as Wesker would say: "The end draws nigh!" Love you Wesker. For this chapter I want you guys to do me a favor, when Rose starts to hear music, go to and when the home search bar comes up, type in Chopin. The first song that should come up should say: Chopin in B flat minor, it intertwines with the story. Click the button that's on the song that has the little play symbol and a plus sign, that will automatically put it one your play bar. Listen the song and by the time you're done, you will have fallen in love with it. Chopin is one of my favorites.
The Day That Never Comes
Chapter 37:
Shipwreck in the Sea of His Mind
"Just because I'm hurting, doesn't mean I'm hurt. Doesn't mean I didn't get what I deserve. No better and no worse." –Coldplay: Lost
Rose panted a bit on the front porch after returning from a seventeen mile 'jog' in the 120 degree weather that didn't affect her at all, so naturally, Rose barely broke a sweat. She left ten minutes ago to an incoherent brother that sat at the dinner table prodding at cold eggs with a fork that she had made for breakfast this morning but she didn't expect him to eat them anyways.
He was unnaturally quiet for the past few days and strangely, he was so empty with work. Not once in that four day span did he talk on the phone to Excella or stalk into his study to keep a Hawkeye on Chris and Sheva; he never went down into the lab, and the one thing she had expected him to do, he never did: sit on the living room couch with his laptop, dutifully typing away, creating reports or sending out global commands.
Rose was worried.
That dream he had the other night he hadn't talked about so Rose assumed it had to be quite disturbing to bother someone like Albert. She thought about what it might have been about as she opened the door, half expecting to se Albert still poking at the eggs like she had left him, but on the other hand, she hoped that he was back to normal.
But normal doesn't change in a mere ten minutes… Rose thought to herself.
She walked down the hallway to the living room, taking her shoes off and wrapping her headphones around the iPod.
"Albert?" She yelled, making her voice audible throughout the whole downstairs.
Rose's animalistic hearing picked up the sound of a piano playing softly upstairs.
She wandered up the winding staircase and walked to the end of the hallway where the tower stairs met the corridor, but the piano wasn't coming from way up there because it sounded like it was further down. So trusting her gut, Rose continued down the hallway.
When the noise grew louder and louder, she finally came upon the last room at the dead end of the hallway.
This room, like many others, was always locked.
But this time, it was cracked open and the melodic sounds of the piano filtered from it. Rose pushed open the door and the room was much different than all the other uniform others.
It was small and square with one window covered in a yellow sheet, making the room sheen an old yellow color. Visible dust flittered around and the walls were covered in a jumble of newspaper clippings, they were everywhere and the majority of them were linked together with a black string and pushpins, making some kind of crude diagram that Rose could not decode.
In the back corner, a black Grand Piano sat, taking up an amount of space that seemed annoying to Rose. And out a melodic tune that Rose did not recognize flowed from it in a haunting mood.
Her brother was hunched over playing it.
"Albert…" She whispered, feet planted on the fuzzy brown carpet.
Huck sat under the piano, eyes shut.
"Chopin in B flat Minor." Wesker said quietly.
"What is all this?" Rose questioned.
"I don't know"
"What do you mean you don't know?"
Still playing the haunting piece, Wesker shrugged.
"I just… don't know."
To tell the honest truth, Rose was terrified, but she needed to find out what was up with her brother.
She walked towards him and put a hand on his shoulder, he flinched but kept playing.
"What the hell is wrong with you, Albert?" Rose demanded.
"There's nothing wrong with me, Rose." He said quietly.
"Godamnit, Albert! Tell me!" Rose clutched Wesker's shoulder harder, making her knuckles turn white and a warm pool of blood seeped around her clasped fingers. Rose snatched her hand away and watched the gore drip from her skin and onto the carpet.
"Don't stain my carpet please." Wesker asked politely.
"Albert stop, you're freaking me out!" Rose yelled, blood already starting to dry on her hand.
"But I'm not scary, Claire."
"Claire? No, Albert! It's me, Rose!"
The song played was now ended in a lingering note, and a falling scale.
"Who's Rose? I don't know anyone by that name."
Then there was nothing but silence.
She grabbed her brother by his shoulders and spun him around… Rose gasped.
Wesker's face was pale and his left eye was bloodied and shut. There was a long cut trailing from his right temple to his jaw line, open and bleeding.
The gore was smeared across his face, and his right eye was open and wild looking. When Rose watched closely, she could see him shaking, his hands were trembling, and bloody fingertips curled into slick fists and crimson fingerprints swathed with the pearl white piano keys.
Then Rose remembered Huck… when she walked in he should have opened his eyes and greeted her. And now, they weren't open like they should be…
"What did you do to Huck, Albert?"
Wesker looked down at the dog and back at Rose with his only opened, half-lidded eye and shook his head.
"Nothing."
Rose started to sweat and get nervous, almost shaking herself.
In that moment, Huck's ears perked up and he climbed out from under the piano, he stretched and yawned.
Rose let out a sigh of relief when he trotted over to her side, tail wagging happily.
"You better tell me what's going on, or I'll force it out of you!"
"I have nothing to tell, Claire. But I have everything to tell her."
"Stop with the bullshit, Albert!" With a fist, Rose came down and socked Wesker clean across the jaw, sending his head snapping backwards.
"That wasn't very nice." He frowned.
Rose needed to act fast… she just now realized what was going on. Albert needed a dose of his serum; the realization hit her like a freight train. But the lab was locked and that's where he keeps it.
Rose knew that the pad on the door was a four number code, and all she needed was those four numbers.
"Can you do me a favor?" Rose asked her brother.
He looked up at her and smiled sickly like some maniac.
"Sure." He responded, not wiping the disturbing smile from his pale face.
"Name the first four numbers that come to your mind."
Wesker brought his hand to his chin and swiped his bloody fingers along his jaw line thoughtfully; Rose could hear his slight stubble rake against his calloused and gory fingers.
"24, 55, 1, 86."
"Thank you. Now stay here, can you do that for me?"
Still smiling he said, "I guess so."
Rose bolted from the room and slammed it behind her, Huck at her side once again.
"Don't be long." Wesker announced from behind the door, Rose could hear the smile still and it made her shiver.
She ran down the hallway, wondering why Albert was acting so strange without his virus and why he forgot to take it in the first place.
When she reached the end of the dining room she dashed into the extension and was in front of the lab door.
Rose typed in the four numbers that Albert had given her and waited for the door to respond.
When she heard a click, she sighed and thanked whatever god was out there that the numbers given to her weren't a load of bull.
She opened the door and looked down the dark staircase, déjà vu kicked in as she remembered the same set of stairs on that god-forsaken island in the middle of the lake.
She commanded Huck to stay, knowing that for whatever reason, he wasn't allowed down in the lab.
Descending the stairs, the door automatically slammed shut behind her. The lights flicked on from censors and Rose located the mini fridge that was in the corner of the crowded laboratory.
It was locked.
"Shit!" She yelled and slammed her fist into the nearest wall, making a decent sized dent.
Rose observed her damage and eyed the fridge, ah hell, she would just have to buy Albert a new one. She flipped the fridge on its side and brought her fist down in a clean swipe, sending the lock bursting into two pieces.
"There we go." Rose extracted a case of their serum (that surprisingly, Rose didn't need as much as Albert) and grabbed a cold vile of purple substance and a syringe from a drawer.
Transferring the virus to the syringe, she made her way back up the stairs, and was consumed in total darkness as the lights went off on impulse. Rose's eyes glowed a deep violet, as she waited for the door to unlock.
Once back in the light, Huck was there waiting.
Returning to the room, she kicked down the door that she forgot it was going to lock as soon as she shut it and made her way to Wesker's slouched form.
"What's that for, Claire?" He asked a frown plastered to his face.
Rose smirked and attacked her brother with the needle, successfully plunging it into his jugular.
He didn't even put up a fight.
"For your own good, baby."
When his eye closed slowly he slumped to the floor, and was out cold in an instant.
A/N: This was another filler that I wanted to do because the idea of it kinda scared me so I wanted to share this scared-ome with you. I hope that Wesker was freaky enough; I wanted him to seem… well not him. And I think I accomplished that. Tell me what you think! PART 2 UP SOON!