Uroboros: Resident Evil V
Chapter Thirty Seven: Revisions
"And there we are." Wesker said as the empty syringe filled up with Chris's blood. "That wasn't so bad, now was it?"
Once the syringe was full, the blond man passed it to Excella, who limped heavily on her bandaged leg as she took it over to the centrifuge on the counter. Once put into place, the sample began to spin around in order to begin the separation process, leaving nothing for the Agent to do but sit there and wait… not that he could have gone or did anything else. The last thing Chris remembered was fighting Wesker back at the underground palace, and then he woke up in this small laboratory, shirtless, strapped down to an examination table that was partially propped up in a sitting position.
His body was still wracked with pain and soreness from the fight, with multiple bruises forming all across the exposed parts of his skin… with more probably underneath his clothes. Excella kept giving the Agent dirty looks, and he couldn't blame her, being that he shot her in the leg, but that was the woman's own fault. After all, she could have just handed Jill over, or better yet, not gotten involved in Wesker's schemes in the first place, but no apparently that was too easy.
From somewhere far above the ceiling, he heard a fog horn, and this along with the rhythmic rocking back and forth of the entire place led him to believe that he was on a boat… pretty big one, probably. What worried him the most though, was that there had been no sign of Jill or Sheva since he woke up, and if the blond man had been able to capture him, then what had happened to the girls? There was no clock on the wall, nor were there any windows for Chris to get an idea of what time it was, and… what the hell did Wesker want his blood for?
"Isn't this just lovely, the two of us working together like old times?" The blond man asked with a smirk as he sat down in the chair facing him. "For the longest time I thought you were just a useless idiot, but then I heard that Alexia gave you the Daylight vaccine back in Antarctica, and look at that, you're suddenly useful… how is Alexia these days, anyway?"
"Probably not too good, since she's dead." The Agent replied, pulling on the restraints to test them. "Didn't you know? I blew her up with a rocket launcher back in 1998."
Even though Wesker was wearing those sunglasses, Chris could tell that the blond man was just staring at him, almost like he was in disbelief, and then that horrible smirk returned. Gradually the smirk became a chuckle, and that became a laugh after looking at him again, with Wesker telling him to drop the act, since unlike most people in the world, he actually knew Alexia, with there being no point to pretending like she didn't exist. It was the Agent's turn to be left in disbelief now, and all he could do was repeat that the Ashford girl had been killed with some kind of weird rocket launcher just before their confrontation over Claire.
In response to this, the blond man chuckled again, this time holding up his hand for Chris to wait a moment while he got up, and then Wesker walked around a nearby desk in order to do something with his computer. He clicked the mouse a few times, as if searching around, and then something started to come out of the nearby printer. Once that first thing was done printing, the blond man began clicking the mouse again, with something else printing off about a minute later, ending with the blond man returning to the chair with two pictures.
"Since we have a few minutes, I want you to look at something for me." He said, holding up the first picture. "This is a clear image of your lovely wife, Amelia Ashland-Redfield on the cover of Time Magazine, right? And now here… is a clear image of Alexia Ashford taken when she updated her Umbrella security permissions in Antarctica."
Chris looked, and yes the first one was from when Amelia had been featured on Time Magazine right after the ribbon-cutting on Terragrigia a few years ago. The second picture was definitely of Alexia, looking exactly like he remembered her from more than a decade before, but… except for a difference in hair color and length… the faces on the two pictures were exactly the same. But how was that possible, the two of them weren't related… hell, they weren't even from the same side of the world; Alexia was from somewhere in England, while Amelia's family was from the bayou in Louisiana.
"I can only come up with two possibilities, Chris." Wesker said, crumpling up the pictures and tossing them aside. "You are either the most oblivious son of a bitch alive, or you're purposely allowing a Tyrant Class BOW to run free because you love her… who else do I know who did that?"
"No, you're wrong." The Agent argued, pulling harder on the restraints but not getting anywhere. "Alexia kept mutating, and I killed her with an experimental weapon, I… I still have nightmares about it."
The blond man shook his head, and explained that what Chris had were delusions, because the Ashford girl escaped Antarctica in a small airplane, and then murdered Umbrella's entire board of directors in order to get control of their stocks. She then sold all of it right before the company collapsed, and used that money to build Terragrigia… the revolutionary Aquapolis, in which she could continue her experiments with a constant supply of human subjects that no one would even realize were missing.
"Oh well, it's not like you'll ever be able to confront her about it." Wesker said, shrugging his shoulders. "I hate to break this to you, Chris, but you're only going to live as long as it takes to put the final touches on the latest revision of Uroboros."
"What the hell are you talking about now?" The Agent asked. "What can I possibly do for Uroboros?"
The answer of course, was the same thing that Jill had done for it. Like Excella had explained earlier, Uroboros was designed to combine with the DNA of certain kinds of people who these nutball terrorists believed were somehow superior, while consuming anyone else that it rejected. Only problem was that with the first successful batch, the Uroboros virus was actually too aggressive, and wouldn't combine with anyone. It was actually discovered by accident, during the experiments on Jill, that the antibodies produced by the Daylight vaccine could tone the aggression down a bit, so Wesker harvested this from the blonde woman's blood to create the first revision, used his own for the second, and was now using Chris the same way.
"Once these final tweaks are complete, Uroboros will finally be ready." The blond man explained. "And then I'm going to unleash it upon the entire world, burning off the worthless chaff, and leaving only a far superior breed of humans to repopulate."
"Wesker… seriously… what the fuck is wrong with you?" The Agent asked, unable to understand how his enemy could seriously do… everything he had done. "I mean, my God, you're like one of the villains from an old Batman comic. Hey, Excella… you know this guy's gonna dick you over, right? I used to be his right hand man, but then he tried to kill his whole STARS team just so he could steal…
Suddenly Chris's words were interrupted when Wesker reached out and clamped his hand down over the Agent's nose and mouth, stopping him from breathing. Chris struggled, jerking his body around and pulling at the restraints while turning his head from side to side, but there was just no way to take a breath, and now he was starting to get tunnel vision. The Agent's lungs were screaming for breath, and if the blond man hadn't let go at the last second, he probably would've passed out or even died if unable to breathe for long enough.
"I can understand why he would want someone like you out of the way." Excella replied to the previous comment after restarting the centrifuge. "You lack vision, and you're like a big, annoying Boy Scout, but Albert and I… we're going to change the world, together. And besides, you of all people should understand the allure of being with a superior human."
"Excella… listen to me… very carefully." Chris said, trying to catch his breath. "I know you like him… for some reason, but Wesker… he doesn't care about anyone but himself. He's good at telling you what you want to hear, I know, he used to be my Captain in the RPD, but I promise you… he's gonna turn on you the moment you're no longer useful."
Instead of listening to him, even though honestly he didn't know what would be accomplished right now even if she did, Excella scoffed at the Agent before limping over to the table and slapping him in the face. Then she did it again, and again, which probably would have stung a lot if Chris's whole body wasn't already in so much pain from taking that beating earlier, and then the woman simply walked away. As if having been made really upset by the whole conversation, Excella left the laboratory as the door slid open and closed, leaving the Agent alone with Wesker.
"It's never easy dealing with women, is it, Chris?" The blond man asked, getting up once the centrifuge stopped. "You can talk, and talk, and talk, but once they make up their mind, there's nothing you can do… far better when they're completely obedient, like Jill."
"You're gonna pay for what you did to her." Chris said as Wesker took the blood from the centrifuge and placed it inside another machine. "I'm gonna…
The Agent's words were interrupted when the blond man vanished in a blur of movement, only to reappear right in his face while asking precisely what he thought he was going to do, and then reminding Chris of just how many opportunities he had been given in the past to take his revenge, all of which had failed. They had fought at the Spencer Estate after the truth of Umbrella's experiments was revealed and Chris had lost, they had fought both on Rockfort Island and in Antarctica, both times in which he had also lost, and just now back at the underground palace he had lost again.
"So how do you plan to beat me, Chris?" Wesker continued with that same smirk. "Better yet, why don't you just show me?"
Reaching down and pressing a button on the side of the table, the restraints on Chris's wrists and ankles suddenly released, allowing the Agent to reach out and grab his enemy by the shirt… just before seeing white for a second after the blond man head butted him. Collapsing back down onto the table, and dazed from the hit, there wasn't much Chris could do as Wesker forced him back into the restraints, leaving him helpless once again as the blond man laughed while returning to his experiment.