Resident Evil: Code Genesis

Disclaimer: For once in a while, I'm writing this for two of the greatest Albert Wesker fans I've met: Wesker's Countess and Madam Wesker of DeviantArt. All three of us wish for a sequel where Wesker returns. Honestly, is it Resident Evil without the guy? He MADE the series. I can accept his death, but I don't have to like it. So, for your reading pleasure, I create a story featuring his utter return. This is for fans, not to be taken too literally.

"Change is the constant, the signal for rebirth, the egg of the phoenix."

-Christina Baldwin

"Life, death, and rebirth are inevitable."

-Rig Veda

By: VampireQueenAkasha

"Sure I'm not human anymore! But LOOK at the power I've obtained!"

-Wesker, Code Veronica

Chapter Fifty: Darkness Falls

Raccoon City, Colorado

Jonas wasn't too sure how long he'd been unconscious. His world spun out of control and his head hurt almost like something had been punched clear through his skull. After waking up and checking out his surroundings, he noticed that he was no longer inside the greenhouse. It looked like he was in a laboratory of some kind, barely lit by the lights above with computers, microscopes and various tubes.

"Hello ... Welcome, dear boy."

Head still swimming, Jonas looked around for the source of the almost warm and gentle voice. He spotted Alex standing beside a table and his brain could barely process the man working with something. Alex smiled at him and Jonas looked away to a guard at his side. It was then that he noticed his arms strapped down to a table which suspended him vertically above ground. The same was with his legs. He was pinned down and could not move.

"W - What the hell is this?" Jonas groaned, "What are you doing?"

Alex turned back to what he was working on; a syringe which contained a suspicious violet fluid. "You put up quite a fight in the greenhouse," he said, "My men had to tranquilize you before you could escape us. Safety precautions, you understand." He looked back down at Jonas with that same kind, gentle smile. It was so peaceful that it was hard to believe that he was the enemy. "It may take a little time for your grogginess to dissipate."

"You piece of fucking dog shit!" Jonas shrieked, struggling beneath his bonds, "Let me out of here so that I can kick your - - "

The guard at his side smacked Jonas across the face with the end of his rifle and the action caused Alex to glare swiftly at him. "That's enough!" he scolded. After a moment, Alex smiled and gestured to the side. "Go and see what is keeping our guests, will you?"

The guard nodded his acknowledgement and walked out of the room with his weapon in hand. Jonas watched him go with blood trickling down the length of his cheek. He wasn't sure how well his friends were doing if the menace was here all along. He wasn't even sure how long he had been out cold and on this table and why he was kept alive was another story entirely.

Alex walked over to him and dabbed Jonas' blood-stained lip with a small handkerchief. "I really must apologize for my associate's behavior," he told him, "He's in desperate need of a lesson in manners."

Jonas stared down at the hand that wiped the blood and then, back up at him with confusion, fear and anger. "Who are you?"

Alex smiled at him before lowering the hand. There was a strange light in his eyes that Jonas wasn't particularly fond of. "Forgive me, my friend; my name is Alexander Wesker, but my comrades in arms simply call me Alex," he answered.

Jonas groaned and struggled some more beneath his bonds. "I need to get out of here. I need to get back to my friends!"

Alex shook his head and placed the handkerchief onto the table. "Oh, I'm afraid that I can't let you go, Jonas. You see, I didn't want such unnecessary bloodshed to happen, but most things don't go the way we want, now do they?"

"What are you talking about?" Jonas groaned in frustration. "Whatever war you want to start - - "

Alex let out a small laugh and stared at the man with amusement. "'Whatever war I want to start'? Oh my boy, I have no desire to start a war with anyone or anything. The good of the world is my only real concern, not petty argument over which part of the world wields the better weaponry."

He leaned over toward a computer and began to type a few keys in. Jonas watched him with confusion. "What are you doing?"

Alex winked at him before he returned his gaze to the computer screen. "Jonas Burton ... You are a chemical physicist, are you not? You earned two degrees, including a Jurist Doctor. Oh! And you are fluent in German, it seems!"

Jonas frowned. "Yeah? So what!"

Alex's smile seemed to broaden. "I have seen so much through the eyes of many, Jonas," he continued, "Your 'friends' don't give you the respect that you so rightfully deserve." He watched a sort of warmth cross the man's cheeks. "They ridicule and mock you, but you are so much more intelligent than they give you credit for." Alex stood up and slowly moved over to Jonas. "Now, what I cannot fathom is why you tolerate such cruelty to begin with. Why does one with such talent allow for himself to be treated in such a way when he could make so much more of himself?"

Jonas tried to act as if he had the answers. "It's just their way," he protested, "It doesn't bother me. Friends do it to each other all the time."

Alex arched a single brow. "Doesn't it?"

Jonas couldn't look at him for some reason. Being so open about his feelings made him very uncomfortable. He was never too open about how he felt very much. "Well ... no, it doesn't!" he insisted.

Alex squinted at him before he chuckled softly. "Ahh, tell me, Jonas, you were an only child, am I correct?"

"Yeah ... ?"

"Your parents ... Your father was your idol and you were his whole world. Your mother was merely an unwanted guest in your self - proclaimed paradise, and when your father had perished, she suddenly welcomed you with open arms."

Jonas shifted uncomfortably. "M - Maybe ... "

"But it wasn't always so, wasn't it?" Alex crooned, "Why do you believe that your mother suddenly came to you? Why do you think that she, with such a history of ... mental weakness ... would suddenly develop a motherly instinct?"

Jonas felt his stomach sinking slowly and slowly to the ground. His throat felt dry and his world bega to spin some more, but this time, he knew that it wasn't because of the sedative still swimming inside of him.

"Your heart knows of the truth, boy," Alex continued, "Your mother told you he died of cancer, but why ... " He smiled and shook his head. "Why were you never allowed to see him? Why had you never been allowed to visit his grave?"

Jonas gnawed at his lower lip and he felt like crying. It all slowly began to unfold before him. The Truth. The horrible, agonizing Truth. "No ... "

Alex turned to the table and retrieved the syringe, but not before turning the computer to show Jonas the screen. There was an image of a man who was lying on a medical table, dead with a bullet hole inside his skull. Jonas squeezed his eyes shut and a warm, happy childhood image of his father filled his head before it disappeared to the horrible, swollen dead thing on screen.

"The police records have the weakest possible security, wouldn't you agree?" Alex mused.

Jonas' face filled with horror and despair and his eyes misted over. "No!" he screamed, finding the courage that he never thought possible, "No! It's a fucking lie! You're fucking with me, you piece of shit! My mother wouldn't do that! SHE WOULDN'T DO THAT!"

Alex moved closer to him and he held the syringe up to Jonas' cheek. "And how do you know?" he asked, gently, "A woman who spent most of her life with more companions than the finest wealthy ... A woman who'd rather embrace money than her flesh and blood child." He tsked and shook his head with pity. "I would not have had that happen to you. Discourtesy is unspeakably ugly."

Jonas' sobbing stopped long enough for him to now take notice to the needle. His breath came out in great gasps and he eyed the syringe warily. "W - What's in that?" he demanded, "What are you doing?"

"This? My boy, this is a little gift for you," Alex continued, "A previous associate of Umbrella referred to it as the G - virus. It is my blessing for you with ... my own personal touch added ... "

Jonas had never experienced it first hand, but he had heard enough stories about the G - virus and witnessed the change in Frank to know just what kind of damage it was capable of. His struggles intensified as Alex brought the tip of the needle toward a select vein in his wrist. He could feel the pressure of it. It would soon pierce his flesh. "No! Please, don't do this!" he begged, "Don't turn me into one of those things! Please! PLEASE!"

Alex shushed him gently like a child and slowly, ever so slowly, undid the straps of his legs that held him in place. Jonas clenched his teeth in agony when he felt the needle slide into his arm a few seconds later, pumping the cursed virus into his veins. He let lose a howl of fury, pain and when his arms were free, he started to make a lunge for Alex's throat in a desperate and final attempt to wound him; the man took a step back and watched as Jonas doubled over with a sharp groan.

"Oh ... you bastard ... !" Jonas gurgled, his voice pitching low with agony.

Alex smiled at him and gently wrapped his arms around the man, petting his head like a child. "Shhh ... " he soothed, "It will all be over very soon, sweet little boy. You will never feel any pain again, I can assure you of that."

Pain? Alex had no idea of the concept and no perceptive guess on what Jonas was experiencing right at this very second. Pain was a hell of an understatement and he tried so very hard to remember who he was and his friends. But everything was hurting so very bad and to him, it felt like someone was clawing his stomach wall open with sharp steak knives. His vision twisted and bent before him like a kaleidoscope and suddenly, his brain functioned only one clear, powerful message, clearing out any human thoughts that he may have had left in his head.

KILL.

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"I'm getting too old for this shit! Somebody get me a goddamn wheelchair!"

Beth and Krauser fired several rounds of shellfire at the guards that swarmed for them. Beth had shouted out the message while simultaneously working to reload her weapon. After clearing out the crew of guards, Krauser moved down the hallway toward a door labeled: MAIN STUDY. He gave Beth a smirk and gestured for her to follow. She rushed into the storage room and they came across rows upon rows of documents strewn everywhere, books lying wide open and boxes of old papers.

"Wesker said to find anything that might help us," Krauser told her, "Let's start searching."

Beth nodded and leaned her TMP against the wall to begin searching a center table where there were many schematics drawn up and important test documents. She picked up a collection of schematics. They looked to be drawings of a satellite, but it was unlike the one that had been viewing them from space. This one was ominous in appearance; it resembled a metallic disk that indicated various feedback antenna and tubes.

Beth placed the schematics back onto the table before she picked up a few more documents. One intrigued her specifically. It was a paper that discussed something regarding the "Genesis" Project.

It has been confirmed that the accident at the

Bedford Estate was due to the

involvement of Spencer with Genesis specimen number RB-G101

(hereafter referred to as Rose Bedford). With the death of Charles,

Rose is going to go through mental trauma. Despite

Spencer's paranoia, this will work as planned.

Rose is still so very young, she has much to learn about

suffering and disappointment. Her mind will become that much more fertile

for manipulation. The Genesis Project will proceed according to plan.

Albert and Rose both possess the perfect genetics,

they will no doubt become the Adam and Eve of this world.

Spencer is simply just a pitiful fool who has already

suffered the whims and sins of this world. How he had

survived such a long time in his mortal form is certainly

beyond even my recognition.

However, take note, dear comrades, you will become a part

of this as well as any other in the Great Scheme of Life.

I eagerly await your responses, gentleman.

Umbrella Information Department

Alex W.

Beth furrowed her brow. This was about Rose and Charles Bedford the day after he had died. Good God, there was so much about her dear friend that they planned on doing and Wesker was a part of it too. It wasn't just a matter of using them both, they wanted to make them into the perfect breeding vessels. It was sick. It was so sick! The next paper in her hands held a seal of the Umbrella Corporation, but it was merely a transportation record of various test specimens.

"Hey, did you find anything?" Krauser called, from across the room.

Beth nodded. "Yeah, I might, how about you?"

"I dunno," Krauser answered, walking up to her with a collection of papers and a folder in his hand, "I think I found something. It's really weird though. Check it out." He handed her one particular paper and Beth took it without question.

Her eyes roved over the page for a moment, reading it quickly in her head before she frowned halfway through. "This is talking about having to remove a heart?" she murmured, in disbelief, "Huh? Take out a heart ... " She laughed. "That sounds like something out of a goddamn horror movie."

Krauser shrugged one shoulder. "The hell if I know what he's talking about," he answered, "But we'd better take what we can and find Wesker. I don't want to stay here for too long in case more of those shitheads come back to round two."

Beth nodded her head in agreement and gestured to the objects on the table. "Alright, take those and let's get out of here."

The two gathered whatever papers that they could find of any significance, folded them up and placed them into packs on their backs before they carefully crept from the room before they were seen. As they moved silently down the hallways, they suddenly noticed Jonas staggering down the other end, gripping the wall for support. Beth could tell that he was in great pain.

"Jonas!"

Beth immediately rushed over to him and caught him in her arms just as soon as he lost his balance and had nearly fallen over. "B - Beth ... " he groaned, through clenched teeth; he sucked in air like a drug, "You - You have to run!"

"Jonas, what's the matter?" Beth asked, worriedly. There were no wounds visible on him and he seemed to be fine.

Jonas looked up at her and the irises of his eyes dilated inhumanely into huge black pools. They made his face looked unsettling. "Please ... " he begged, "You have to run, get away while you ... still can! ... He - He shot me with ... the G - G ... " His voice was lost in a powerful shout of pain and he pushed Beth roughly away.

Krauser immediately grabbed the woman's wrist and forced her to her feet.

"What are you doing?" Beth shrieked, glaring at him.

Krauser gave her a worried and slightly angry look. "Hey! I'm no scientist here, but I know just what he was gonna finish that sentence with and I don't want to stay here when the fireworks hit!"

Beth looked horrified and stared down at the groaning, writhing form of Jonas. "No!" she cried, desperately.

Jonas' body twisted and bent at odd angles and he gave Beth a final smile through the haze of pain. "Buh - Beth ... Run ... "

Finally, his body bowed back and his right arm began to ripple and expand, the tissue beneath his hand swelling to an abnormal size. A scream escaped his lips. It was frightened at first, but then i sounded angry. Very angry. His fingers shattered and were replaced with large, sharp claws. Beth's face was filled with sorrow, watching her friend transforming into the thing that had afflicted Frank back home in Atlantic City.

Jonas now possessed a disproportionate right arm, and a large tumor-like eyeball had developed within the shoulder along with lengthy, tipped spines. His other arm had elongated past his feet and the fingers stretched into long, sharp claws. The irises of his eyes had stretched past the brown, and now, his eyes were nothing more than pitch black pools; there was no signs of humanity in them any longer.

"Shit!" Krauser growled, grabbing Beth's arm and running back the way that they had come.

Jonas uttered a low, bellowing animal roar and gave chase.

Krauser and Beth fled from the monstrosity and when they were sure that they had eluded him for now, they ducked out of sight into a room labeled: "MAIN POWER CORE. AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY".

"We gotta call the boss!" Krauser breathed, "We can't take this bastard on ourselves!"

Beth punched him in the shoulder; a desperate attempt to maintain her volatile feminine demeanor and failing at it miserably because of the sorrow and emotion she felt right now. "It's still Jonas!" she cried, "He's still our friend!"

Krauser laughed angrily at her and he flicked his gaze toward the door that they had come through. "I take it you haven't had a hands - on experience with the G - virus at that place of yours, huh? Were you even watching what it did to your coworker?"

There was a loud banging sound that drew both of them toward the door. The sound grew louder and louder. Finally, a set of claws punched through the metal and began to peel it aside like a sardine can. Krauser and Beth watched with horror as the deformed face of Jonas peeked through the crack with his lifeless black pools leering out at them.

"Shit!" Krauser groaned, "Come on! Follow me, I have an idea!"

Beth followed Krauser as he led her further and further down a flight of circular stairs. After a moment of peeling the metal away, the creature emerged, snarling and sniffing the air. Its red, close - ranged vision picked up the sight of Beth and Krauser as they disappeared further down the stairway. The creature moved swiftly, scaling down the length of the tower of stairs ... from the very center.

As Krauser and Beth made it to the very bottom where the constantly rotating central power source hummed loudly, waiting for them was Jonas. Krauser stumbled back a few paces and Beth gave a terrified cry.

"Oh my God!" she shouted.

The monster stomped heavily toward them, nostrils flaring as it breathed.

Kill. Kill. Kill.

It. Will. Be. So. Easy. To. Kill. Them.

"Jonas!" Beth cried, desperately, her voice sick with loss and disgust, "Please! Don't do this! We're your friends!"

The monster tilted its human head to one side, studying her. Krauser took the opportunity to open fire on the creature and it gave a low, bellowing shriek of fury and pain, raising its clawed arm toward its head to protect itself.

"Fucking hell, shoot the damn thing, Beth!" Krauser spat, at her, "That's not Jonas anymore!"

The monster dropped its claws and snarled at them.

"Jonas, please!" Beth begged, aiming her TMP at the creature's human head, "Don't make me do this!"

The creature did not react to her pleas but continued to advance with murder and blood - lust gleaming in those dead, black pools. Krauser continued to pump round after round into it, but the bullets ripped through the monster's flesh uselessly, doing no damage and not once breaking its stride.

"Goddamn it!" Krauser cursed, flinging his TMP over his shoulder and taking out a pump shotgun.

But Jonas gave him no chance of that. He reached out with a roar and grabbed Krauser by the head. The man struggled to break free and felt nothing but air beneath his feet. The monster that had once been Jonas Burton was lifting him off of his feet in the grip of its claws. Krauser tried to break the claws with his own two hands, but there was no releasing himself against something like this.

The claws slowly started to clench tightly around his head. Soon, the pressure would crush it like a coconut and if Krauser didn't get free soon, he was as good as dead.

And then, just as soon as it had picked him up, it suddenly released him. Krauser felt cold floor beneath him and he quickly scampered to his feet before the creature could grab at him again.

Beth and Krauser watched Jonas' entire body spasm in pain and he grabbed his own head with his slightly less dangerous arm, moaning eerie, demonic sounds of what appeared to be internal suffering. Was he fighting the monster within him? From the sight and sounds of his torment, Beth could only guess that he was struggling to hold back the inhumanity in him for as long as he could.

She was wrong.

Jonas' monstrous abdomen began to swell and expand, ripping wide open with a sickening sound that the two viewers nearly retched at. It appeared to be its own insides spilling open and ribs showing through the exposed, bloodless wound.

And with the last ounce of humanity left, Jonas could hear Alex's words echoing in the fading corners of his fleeting thoughts.

" ... with my own ... personal touch ... "

" ... personal touch ... "

Personal touch ...

Jonas' skull split five different ways and new layer of bone formed in placement of the old, creating a slender, reptilian jawline. His abdomen caved into itself and two squishy bulbs formed right above, similar to wriggling eyeballs. Sharp, dagger-like teeth slid out from Jonas' stomach cavity and a long, whip - like tail ripped whatever was left of his human clothes in two. Several spikes ripped up from his bulging flesh that had grown in size to accommodate its massive mandible, a gaping, circular stomach cavity surrounded by rows of spike-like projections, which has now fused into the many spikes that formerly covered the thorax of the beast.

"Holy shit!" Krauser cried, "He fucking changed already?"

The now fully transformed monster moved heavily toward them, nostrils flaring rapidly, breath heaving through its chest. It swiped its claws out and smacked Krauser aside, sending the man tumbling into the pipe-laden walls. Just as Beth raised her weapon, claws connected with her as well, sending her to the floor with a sharp cry of pain. Heat laced up the length of her arm and she glanced down, noticing three large cuts gushing bright red blood through her ripped jacket.

"Ahh ... "

The monster loomed over her and uttered a low, menacing hiss, reaching out to grab her and Krauser quickly crawled on his belly to seize his shotgun and pump a round directly for the creature's skull. It recovered immediately and snarled at him.

Krauser's brows went up. "Shit."

Meanwhile, Wesker and Rose were standing outside Alex's meeting room where he could be heard speaking to other people inside. Wesker gave Rose an indicating nod and she acknowledged with one of her own. Finally, they kicked the doors open and rushed into the room where Alex stood in the very center, giving a discussion to men clad in uniforms from various countries around the world.

Wesker took one side of the table, taking every single man down while Rose took the other side. Alex just calmly observed the scene with a grin of macabre amusement, listening to the groaning sounds of his comrades around him.

"You've come at last," Alex crooned, "How wonderful." He cast his gaze around the room to each and every moaning man before grinning. "And you certainly know how to make an entrance, Albert."

Wesker smiled right back and his voice was absolutely dripping with sarcasm. "I aim to please."

"Well, now that you are here, perhaps it's time I give you the truth that you so desperately crave." Alex continued, stepping over a groaning man in a French uniform. "After all, I do owe it do you, don't I?"

Rose drew both pistols from her boots and aimed them directly at him. "Yeah, you're damn right you owe us, asshole!"

"But ... to receive what you want, you must give me something in return," Alex continued, "Just ... one little bit of information is all I ask for. I want to know about you, Rose. I want to know your deepest sorrows, your dearest troubles."

Rose scowled angrily. "What?" she snapped, "I don't see how that's going to get us what we need!"

Alex just stared at her gently. "Oh Rose, running into the dark with only the light of instinct guiding you," he murmured, "It must be so frightening to wonder what is on the other side. Would you even want to know the truth?" He chuckled softly. "Well, I suppose that could offer something akin to how a shepherd leads even the most wayward of his flock but it might sound disingenuous and I certainly don't want that. Maybe you would care to start off by telling me whatever happened to your father's murderer."

Rose frowned and a glimmer of doubt touched her eyes. "Why does that even... " she tried, "Look, that's not import ... "

"No. I will listen now," Alex interrupted, "After the murder of the man that you called father, you were practically an orphaned child with only the mother of your dearest friend to watch over you. You were lonely, banal ... hopeless in the world with only your blood - filled dreams to keep you company at night. Even with your dearest friends always close by, the feelings of loneliness faded away only for a short time. You were still ... so very lonely."

Rose's face was a mixture of doubt and uncertainty; Alex was hitting all of the right buttons and he knew it.

"Tell me ... Tell me how you felt ... That day." he whispered.

Rose swallowed hard and forced the terrible, hot lump down her throat. She gave Wesker a look, seeking reassurance and he simply nodded to her. They had planned this; planned to know every little detail despite the pain that would come with it. Rose spent the entire walk strengthening her resolve as much as she possibly could to face whatever Alex had to throw at her.

"Tell me, Rose," Alex repeated, "I want to know of your suffering. I want to know how it felt ... to lose someone that you loved."

Rose managed to find her voice. "It ... It was warm outside that night ... " she began, "Dad - - Ch - Charles Bedford ... He was making me dinner and I went out to capture fireflies. I liked them a lot. I studied insects and how they behaved. Fireflies were my favorite specimens."

Alex arched a brow and his voice was soothing, comforting. "You started at what time?"

"I ... I think it was six ... Early but the sky was still dark."

While they continued to speak to one another, one of the men in uniform struggled to rise from his fallen position near Wesker's feet, to seize a weapon that had fallen from his holster, but Wesker's foot came down hard on his face, knocking him out. He returned his harsh gaze on Alex, making sure that the man did nothing particularly sneaky.

"Then something woke you from your dream world, didn't it? Was it a dream?" Alex crooned. He seemed intrigued by every reaction on Rose's face, every detail as she delved into her worst memory. "What was it?"

"I - I heard a sound from my house ... "

"What was it?"

"It was a gunshot," Rose whispered, her eyes haunted and misted over, "It - It was so loud and sudden. It scared me."

"What did you do?" Alex seemed to have moved closer to her now.

"I ran inside," Rose continued, "I was so scared to look inside alone, but I had to. I had to find my dad to see if he was okay."

"What did you see, Rose? What did you see?"

"M - My house was wrecked," Rose continued, her eyes lost in memory, her voice almost hypnotized by the soothing, coaxing voice of Alex, "Dinner was on the floor, everywhere. And then ... I saw ... "

Alex smiled at her, his eyes glittering. "What was it, Rose?"

Rose closed her eyes for a brief moment before they opened again, the red flaring somewhat with the pain of memory. "Blood. So much blood. It was everywhere ... " She shuddered slightly. "It ... Everywhere ... I could smell it and taste it in the air ... "

Alex tilted his head. "What happened then?"

"I found him in his study. Someone had shot him in the head. I felt my world crumbling, my very self fading away ... and he was still there, in my house, stealing from me ... I wanted to ... " She trailed off, as if her very shame had stolen her breath. "I wanted to ... "

"What did you want, Rose?" Alex asked.

"I wanted to kill him. I wanted to hurt him so badly. I was a child and I wanted to kill him ... "

"And did you?"

"No ... Not until now."

Alex smiled at her. "And were you satisfied with it?"

Rose shook her head and she seemed distraught, haunted and unsure of her own decisions. Maybe there was a small bit of guilt over what she had done, she didn't know. "I don't know. I don't know," she whispered, her eyes misted over, "I ... I just don't know ... "

Alex stared at her with calm, gentle eyes. "Thank you, Rose."

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Note-The fight soon begins!