Another week another chapter! My secret project has been posted by now. I'll have more details posted at the bottom of the chapter. Sort of like a trailer? Anyways, I'm really excited about it and I hope you guys like it. Sorry in advance that this chapter is a bit short. it's more of a wrap up chapter for the Charlotte's freedom arc with room to intro a third one. Still working over the details on where I want to go exactly, so there wasn't a tone to include here :/ I'll try and make the next chapter extra thick to make up for it.
Song Suggestion: Human by Rag'n'Bone
Disclaimer: I own nothing~ but hopefully it's nice nothing lol. Resident Evil belongs to Capcom I am but a smol fangirl.
It was a sad day for the Wiltse family. Or at least that's what Charlotte was supposed to say. The BSAA informed her some time after the incident that her father's remains were found on sight. It had taken them a few days to let her know because the remains were so mutilated that they had to do a dental record check.
Naturally, the funeral was closed casket because of this. Not that Charlotte really knew, She didn't attend. To the best of her understanding, No one did. No, she was far too busy to go to something like that thanks to her father's will.
All of my assets and control of the company are to go to Charlotte.
Which would have been touching if she actually wanted any of it. She had been left to man the sinking ship she personally ran a hole through. A company she wouldn't see a dime from as it officially declared bankruptcy due to the onslaught of investigations and lawsuits that came about after her father's connection to an underground crime ring was made public. A connection that completely voided his life insurance policy rendering it worthless.
She couldn't say she was left with nothing though. After returning all the leased cars, boats and other frivolous excessive extras her father saw as a necessity She was left with only her Childhood home. A large overly gaudy apartment that took the whole fourth floor of an apartment building that she held no attachment to. As such it was put up for sale.
Charlotte waited for a month as she rested and healed from her injuries while assisting with the shut down of the company and the sale of the last of her father's legacy.
"Regarding the home, we've done several tours for interested parties over the last few months, and we've received the following offers." The realtor says sitting at the dining room table across from Charlotte while Heisenberg was busy distracting himself with a weird plastic multicolor cube. It was simplistic but fascinating.
"There's an offer for 6 million with quick close of 2 months," the realtor says putting down a write-up. "An offer for 10 million with a quick close of 1 month," he says with a smile before placing down the last offer. "And one for 12 million with a quick close of one month, and they've offered to cover the closing fees." the man explains before putting down a pen next to the last offer.
Charlotte picks up the papers and looks them over. It takes a moment, but she puts one of the 3 back down. "I'll accept the offer for 6 million."
The realtor blinked a few times in surprise. "That, but the others are clearly in your best interest."
"Are they?" Charlotte asks with mock surprise before her expression dropped. "Or are they in your best interest?" She accused in return, he did make commission off the sale after all. "Forgive my assumptions, but they appear to be offers from various banking institutes. The same ones that have been buying and selling the same 5 floors to each other for the last twenty years to inflate the already ridiculous prices of homes in the area." Charlotte says which causes the agent to go silent. "Please don't insult my intelligence by acting like I don't know about that." She adds as the man nervously adjusts his tie. "The offer of 6 million is from an individual that just wants a home. I'll accept that offer. Either you enjoy the commission off a 6 million dollar sale, or I'll find a different realtor that will."
"6 million it is," the man says with a smile.
"I'm glad we're on the same page," Charlotte says with a smile as she picks up the pen and signs to accept the 6 million dollar deal and offers the paper back to him while keeping the other two. "Wouldn't want these to get mixed up would we?" She says and rips them in half.
The man seemed annoyed by her suggestion and moves to get up. "We'll contact you once the sale is finalized." he says and moves to leave.
"Have a lovely day," Charlotte says with a customer service smile.
The man closes the door behind him as Charlotte moves to stand up from her place at the table as Heisenberg Chuckles.
"That went well," He says with a smirking smile.
"Even that is too much for the place, but in a few months we'll be done with all of this." She says as she moves to go and take a seat on the other couch.
"Definitely not an amount to sneeze at," Heisenberg replies as he fiddles with the colorful shifting cube.
Charlotte watches as he does so. He was right, it was more than enough for them to live comfortably for the rest of their lives. Or just enough for her to start up something new while they scrape by. Speaking of scrapes and cuts, her injuries had healed at this point. Despite the unexpected twists and turns of it all, everything kinda worked out in the end. She was finally going to feel free to live her life however she wanted. "... I'm bored," she admits quietly which causes Heisenberg to openly laugh.
"Well that didn't take long," he teased in return.
"It's been a month," Charlotte points out in return.
He rolls his eyes at that before shifting to get up from where he was laying. "We could try traveling for a bit."
Charlotte laughs at that in return, "Yeah because that went so great last time."
"Well, you met me," He says as his smirk returns, and he shifts to relax in the chair.
"And almost died multiple times in the process,"
"A typical Tuesday," he says in return. "I don't exactly see you taking up knitting or stamp collecting."
"We're trying to fix boredom, not make it worse," she replies in return as she shifts to rest her head in the palm of her hand and placed her elbow against her knee.
Did he want to get into trouble? Eh, what's a bit of fun, "You could take some god-damn cooking classes."
"Fuck off with that," Charlotte says annoyed.
"It's not my fault you're unteachable," He teased in return. Picking a little fight like this usually led to a good time later if he played his cards right.
"Unteachable?" Charlotte repeats in an annoyed tone.
"Yeah go figure, you could take over a small country if you wanted, and they'd thank you for it but try and get you to boil water, and you set the house on fire," He says with a laugh as Charlotte had gotten up to smack him with a pillow.
He holds up an arm to block the plush onslaught of attacks before reaching out to grab her arm and swiftly pull her towards him. Shifting as he does so to pin her. "They pillow fight's cute, but I'm more into rough housing," he says with a wink.
Charlotte gaped slightly while trying to find a retort. Confident dumbass bull shit.
"I'll take that as a yes?" He asks in return.
Instead, she frowned and batted the pillow at him again. "Nope, not happening. You can stay outside and figure out dinner for yourself."
Heisenberg chuckles at this as he gets off of her, "fine, I had work I wanted to do anyways." he says laughing it off knowing well enough, that pause meant he still had a shot if he tried again later. In the meantime, he heads out of the house and over to the mini factory. His little trap door remained hidden much to his delight. He climbed down to the bunker he dug. The area looked the same if not for the second hole that lead further down into the ground. A pit of sorts to place his reject experiments.
The man walked past a corkboard off to the side held notes and hastily drawn blueprints of ideas that seemed to revolve around some sort of extraction method. He made his way over to his blood stained work bench made of scrap metal and picked up a decent size jar that had been sitting there waiting for his return. He picked up the jar and looked over the contents with a devious smile before moving to open it. Floating in a brine like solution was a surprisingly human looking heart.
Heisenberg fished it out and began to work."You know, Maybe I should have thanked the old man for his charitable donation." Heisenberg says to himself with a short laugh. "Though, it's not that he was using it anyways." he adds after clearly pleased with himself for finding a slight workaround for getting something human to work on. As the man pokes and works with the organ he eventually sneers. "Well, this certainly was easier when I had access to the mold," he grumbles as he looks it over. "But I'll just have to figure out how to do without..." He adds with a shrug before giving the organ a gentle pat. "Don't you worry, we have all the time in the world."
'*'*'*'*'
Time to continue to pass slowly but quickly at the same time. Her father's apartment was sold to the lowest bidder, and before Charlotte knew it, it was August. She frowns as she sits in her father's office at his desk. The house was sold, the bankruptcy was taking forever thanks to the active investigations. And even then she was still up to her eyes in meetings.
Charlotte massaged her temple as she waited at her desk. It had been a long day already, and it was barely 11 AM. granted seeing her meeting schedule for the day did not make her any happier. Sitting at the Noon slot was a meeting simply labeled. Funding Review: Redfield. Let's see what fun humiliation did he think of this time. was he going to walk her out in handcuffs accusing her of being guilty because she was the child of a man who had evidence against him? that would track.
That line of thought went on for the next hour. Her phone rang and she recognized the secretary's number.
"Charlotte speaking," she says sounding more tired than she meant to.
"Madam founder, your 12 o clock meeting has just arrived..." the woman says hesitantly.
"Send him in," She replies "bye," she adds before hanging up the phone and went back to reading the paperwork in front of her. police reports requesting documents and historical records. She could hear the oversize doors creak open. There were no thunderous footsteps or loud proclamations. only the quiet echo of the door being closed. the lack of noise caused Charlotte to look up and find a small very pregnant woman standing by the door and looking around the office with some degree of nervous curiosity.
"Well, this is a surprise," Charlotte says as she only allowed herself to look up from her paperwork for half a second. there was no threat, so she was going to keep working. "When I saw Redfield on my schedule I had assumed I'd be leaving in handcuffs again." She admits with some level of sarcasm.
"Luckily, that's not it," Emma says with an awkward smile as she stayed by the door.
After a few moments Charlotte noticed the lack of movement causing her to look up again. "Well," Charlotte says with a raised eyebrow. Still nothing. Charlotte rolls her hand to motion for the woman to come over. "Take a seat." she says.
"Right, sorry," Emma says as she walks over to do as she was told and sits down. "I'm glad to see that you're recovering since we last saw each other."
Charlotte rolls her eyes at the well wishing statement. "If you think's that's bad try dealing with a psychotic over grown vampiress with a temper," Charlotte says under her breath.
"Pardon?" Emma asks concerned.
Did she really not know anything about what happened? "Nothing." Charlotte says and at this point figures she could try and take the meeting slightly more seriously. "Your proposal outline," She adds as she expectantly holds out her hand.
"I um," Emma forces a neutral expression "I don't have one."
Charlotte's brows knit together upon hearing that as her hand is retracted. The fucking audacity of this bitch. "Miss Redfield I am currently manning the sinking ship my father left me, and you mean to tell me that you've flown all the way out here to waste my time?"
Emma flinched slightly at the harsh tone, "No it's not that I just, didn't know how else to get a hold of you..." Emma admits. "I was hoping to ask for your help," She adds before a sad frown crossed her face.
Charlotte stared uninterested. again there was a certain level of nerve required for this woman to come here asking her for help after everything Chris put her through.
"It's Rose... She's sick." Emma tries to explain all the same. "She's aging too quickly. We thought we'd have more time than this, but lately, she's been in a lot of pain because of how quickly she's growing compared to what a human body can normally handle. Chris already called in a favor with a friend to try and research a way to help correct her aging problem but, they're unable to make progress without funding..."
Not again... wasn't once enough... Memories of Alex pleading her to help Avey came to mind. "Well I'm certainly sorry to hear about your position, but this is a business not a charity, did you expect me to just GIVE you the money?" Charlotte asks with an annoyed, incredulous tone. What money did she expect Charlotte to give, the company was bankrupt. There was nothing.
"What? No I," Emma was at a loss for words. "Please, I know this isn't the proper method for going through all this, but I don't know who else I can go to. Rose is classified, I can't go to grants for research. You already know about her and the mold and everything that happened." The woman explained her logic as she started to shake. "I will work for the rest of my life if I have to, to pay you back, please." Emma says though Charlotte heard 'I will give up any freedom I have left.' "I can't just let her die." Emma says as her eye grew watery.
NO
Mother Miranda, she's a child from the youngest division of villagers
This isn't something I can do alone. The child needs to live.
by bringing in more outsiders in this manner would increase the genetic variance of the village.
she needs to live.
Bleeding heart. stop. There is no money! Just run her off. "What investment benefit is there in funding the medical research of a medication that will only help one child," Charlotte points out with a venomous tone, "This is not your responsibility, it's not my responsibility. Why isn't the BSAA doing anything?" She asks which was a fair enough question in its own right. "Honestly, this is a new low for that thing you call a husband, to have his wife go and beg to me in his place."
"He doesn't know I'm here," Emma admits in return. "And... The BSAA has said they're not interested in producing the drug needed to keep her alive longer since she's a bioweapon. Because if the wrong people got a hold of it, it could be abused to make stronger weapons..."
Charlotte remained quiet for a second. God damn it... "Why should I help you?" she asks in a calmer, quieter tone, though it was a silent offer for Emma to make her case.
Emma seemed to recognize that she was only going to be given on chance and that caused her to pause and choose her argument carefully. eventually she spoke. "...Because you'll be in the same position as me if you end up having kids." Emma points out quietly. "Rose was the product of an infected man and a partially infected woman. Karl. Your husband, he's infected too."
Charlotte remains silent while staring at Emma. That was a low blow. As much as she wanted to shout and argue and tell her to get lost. the seed had been planted. She couldn't deny that possibility. as much as it wasn't something they discussed ever. should something happen by some off chance. Rose was a pretty solid example of what would happen... Did she even want kids? did he want kids?
As the silence persists and Charlotte remained in her own thoughts a defeated sigh crosses Emma's lips. She moves to pick up her purse and gets up to start heading for the door, seeing the silence as rejection. "Thanks for your time." Emma says quietly.
"And where are you going?" Charlotte asks causing Emma to stop as she stood by the door. "I haven't said anything." the businesswoman points out. This was an annoying spot to be in. Emma had access to a scientist that could make this medicine or whatever it was that was needed. surgery? in her attempt to drive Emma away she only put herself on the spot to make a quick decision. prepare for the future or face it alone.
"That, Thing. Valued Rose's life over the lives of an entire village population." Charlotte points out causing Emma to wince. so she did know... "People that had lives, and families. People I cared about. People I wanted him to save." Charlotte lists off to drive her point home. "So if the child is that important... She damn well better live for all of them, or I will take that as a personal insult to their memories."
Emma's expression shifts to one of shock. "You'll help?" she asks to make sure she understood.
"Are you genuinely prepared to work for the rest of your life?" Charlotte asks in return. If she was going to do this. she wanted to make sure the woman was serious.
Emma nods in return, "Yes..."
At this point Charlotte gets up from her desk and walks over to stand by Emma. "I had to beg for the life of a child once, and I was told she had to die..." She quietly admits to the memory that had been haunting her throughout this whole conversation. "I won't have history repeat itself where I become the villain..." Charlotte says before offering a hand to Emma.
"Starting now and for the force seeable future until I say otherwise you will be expected to travel to New York once a month and stay in my home for a weekend. During that time, you will be providing food for myself and my husband and teaching me how to make the meals you serve. Should you agree, I'll make a one time, charitable donation towards the research of this medication that is needed." Charlotte says listing off her terms for helping. "Whether this creates the result you need or not it's not my responsibility." She adds as a final clause. There she'd take some stupid god-damn cooking classes. that aught to shut the guy up. unteachable. HA.
Emma quickly accepted the offered hand. "I'll do it," she agrees while clearly going through several emotions at the same time. That looked exhausting...
"I believe we have some paperwork to do," Charlotte says in return once she gets her hand back. "I doubt you'll be allowed to fly as you are, come next month," She says while looking Emma over. "The lessons will begin 4 weeks after the child is born. You have until then to make arrangements.
"Yes Ma'am" Emma says while nodding.
The two drafted up an agreement and by one o'clock the agreement was signed.
"The money should reach this Rebecca woman in the next few days. Pray she uses it wisely." Charlotte says as she hands Emma a copy of the agreement.
'*'*'*'*'
Charlotte makes her way home and puts her purse down by the door to find Heisenberg sitting at the table where he was practicing writing it seemed.
"Long day?" he asks as he glances over.
"The longest." Charlotte says in return. "Do you know where I put my laptop? she asks curiously as she stretches and walks further into the house.
"Probably wherever you left it last," Heisenberg replies with a shrug.
"You are exceedingly helpful, thank you," Charlotte replies as she looks around for it.
"Why do you need it?" He asks with mild curiosity. "you're not working from home, are you? The place is shutting down in 3 months. how much work could there be."
"Nah, just making a donation of sorts." Charlotte admits.
"Donation?" he asks confused. since when did she do charit- actually never mind that tracks.
"Mhm," Charlotte replies. "Had a meeting today marked as Redfield."
"oh boy," Heisenberg replies with a frown. was he going to have to kick someone's ass again?
"It was the wife" Charlotte says shaking her head.
"Oh," Heisenberg replies surprised. "Is she doing a bake sale or something..." he jokingly asks with a laugh.
"Basically," She says with a shrug as she was a bit hesitant to explain any further than that. "So I'll be donating five hundred thousand."
Heisenberg choked on air after hearing this. "You're just giving away half a million?! You know you only get 6 right? it's closer to 5 actually after the commission and all that fees bullshit that went on." He points out after regaining his ability to speak. "The company's worthless."
"What can I say? She made a persuasive argument." Charlotte says in return.
"What the hell could be so persuasive that you'd give up a 10th of what you have?" Heisenberg asks perplexed.
"You should be excited, I'm finally taking those cooking classes like you wanted me to," Charlotte says as a diversion while laughing.
"So that's what this is really about, this is to spite me for the cooking jokes," Heisenberg accuses with an unimpressed expression.
"yep, you got me." She replies as she finally finds her laptop. "Classes start in December!" she calls back as she goes to head up to her loft. She took her seat and got to work with the transfer. she was about to hit send when she paused for a moment to run her hands through her hair and think.
How on earth did she bring up her actually reason with Heisenberg. The whole 'what do we want for our future' topic wasn't one that they really ever took seriously. the ideas ranged from moving to Alaska to be as far away from people as possible to starting their own country as a tax-free haven. of all the topic they brought up not once had either of them uttered the idea of a family. Both of their reasons to hesitate to approach such a thing. but, just because they had shitty experiences. did that mean they just didn't want to try at all to be better than their pasts?
The question caused her to frown. She'd figure this out eventually. with that, she clicked send, waited for the confirmation screen and closed the laptop.
Project trailer:
"Remember, there's still a good chance that this won't work," Explains one of the scientists as another fits a vial containing a single blonde hair into a circular slot that held it perfectly. A reinforced glass window showed several crystallized remains inside the large metallic chamber.
"It's taken twenty years, what's a few more. We still have some samples left after all," the man replies unbothered by the mentioned potential for failure.
The scientist who spoke to the large benefactor nods before looking to the others. "Alright, fire up the machine."
a few of the lab assistant step back as the scientist who loaded the vial poked at various buttons and flipped a few switches. A cracking sound could be heard. "Sample has been introduced to mold strand 42-736." says the scientist working the machine. "Mold appears to have accepted the DNA sample. Updating environmental settings to optimal condition before releasing the mold." they add as they list off the steps they're taking, so they can be recorded for future review should the test fail. It took a few minutes "Air pressure has reached 1025 hPa, Air temperature has reached 0.2 °C. Stabilizing." They announce with intense focus on their work. "Stabilization confirmed. Turning off internal machine lights to avoid agitating the mold." a few switches were flipped and the internal cavity of the machine was cut off from light sources and the glass viewing window was covered. "Introducing the mold to crystallized remains set 61-M84... now." a larger lever was flipped with a resounding clunk as something opened withing the machine. Wriggling and the sounds of moist slug like movement could be heard inside the machine. "Mold sample has engaged with the remains... No notable signs of hostility..."
The room of workers seemed to hold their breaths as they waited for the results of their latest attempt at reviving a long since dead human. An almost comedically docile DING could be heard that resembled the sound of a child's toy oven.
"Beginning the equalizing process to get the machine's internal pressure to match the lab air presu-" the scientist was cut off as a pale Caucasian hand punched through the device with little difficult allowing fog like steam to exit the devices with an eerie hissing as the air pressure stabilizes on its own. "Subject has become hostile prepare to engage," they say, clearly panicking as they quickly step back and a team of armed guards' step forward and wait for the man's orders.
Immortal Machines, a four-part special, Now in process. Chapter 1 of 4 available. Take a peek more than twenty years into the future and follow the adventures of the grown daughter of Heisenberg and Son of Chris, as a mysterious blonde is brought back to life.
Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter and the trailer =v= This is going to be my first fic that's completely independent of canon lore, well. All of them are because it's fan fiction but, hopefully, you understand what I mean. Here's hoping I can make something interesting. Sort of taking the training wheels off in a sense to get closer to being comfortable enough to write my own book.
With all that said. What do you guys want to see here? I'm down to continue writing, but I'm gonna need a bit more time to make a road map. Do you want more Slice of Life shenanigans? Heisenberg/Charlotte having a kid? More Zombie shenanigans? More Heisenberg and Chris team work? are there characters you want to see return or new ones you want me to add? I'm at the end of an arc, so I have an open slate ahead of me if you name it, I'll do my best to add it with in reason.
Review Responses:
nadillaandlaprasthefireandice - yeah dad was kinda a jerk to the end. Glad you enjoyed Heisenberg's badassery for the chapter U gonna have to think of more ways to get him into combat lol
Charadrius - Yup gave it to him good, and took a few souvenirs too lol. glad you enjoyed seeing them work together XD it was fun to write even if it was basically like trying to get a cat and a gremlin to work together.
ScaryBerry- Yep she recovered well enough =v= hopefully the beginning of this chapter answers your curiosity XD it was definitely not pretty. thanks for the hiccup report as always you're amazing!