Brad Vickers paced the S.T.A.R.S complex wringing his hands, covered in a sweaty glaze. He was completely geared out, but had the frightened look of a five year old who had seen the Boogie monster. Banging his forehead against a wall, he whined.
Irons had already been there cussing him out.. Basically saying her was dead to the team. Before walking out the door with an odd duffle bag.. The police chief had disappeared into the night. " FUCK you Vickers, you're on your own. "
Brad was now alone in the STARS office , shaking and unsure of his next actions.
"What the hell is wrong with you, Brad? They're your friends! How could you leave them like that?"
The man asked himself, angrily sinking a fist into the wall. Just as his knuckles connected with the plaster, Angelica briskly walked into the room. Her wide eyes seemed to be searching for something, not even taking notice of his outburst. Rage masked her face as she turned towards Vickers.
"Where is Wesker. I know it's late but I need to speak with him."
Her voice was ice tipped and dangerous, uncharacteristic for the normally cheerful female. Brad looked up from his corner, shakily trying to answer.
"The..The team had an emergency dispatch near the old, abandoned Spencer Mansion.
I…Left..them…there were these…things..I.."
He trailed off with a soft sob , sucking in a breath shakily. . Angelica paid him no mind, moving towards the weapon locker room . Emerging a few minutes later, it was evident she had geared up for a one woman war. Twin magnums were strapped to the legs, a shotgun slung onto her back, and to finish off, a flack jacket with the stars logo strapped securely onto her chest. Before the frightened man could finish his statement, she caught him about the shoulders, forcing Brad to meet her gaze.
"YOU LEFT THEM. Get ahold of yourself. I don't care what you saw, or what happened. We are going back."
—-
Spencer Mansion
No matter how many threats ensued, Vickers could not bring himself to land on the very spot he had seen the "things." Brad hovered over, until Angelica had jumped from the air vehicle . What a waste of a parachute. Landing towards the edge of the clearing, the woman was now sprinting through the woods at an alarming rate. More of the demon hounds were stalking in the brush, their unearthly howls echoing through the night. Several had gathered together into a pack, and were now hot on her heels. Within the moonlight, it looked as if demons had risen from hell, to capture a fleeing prey.
The virus was grasping at the final physical remnants of Angelica's humanity. Instead of fighting the icy warmth that welled up from within, the woman finally embraced the power with a rabid tenacity. The front entrance of the mansion was coming into view, taking only seconds to reach in her desperation. Bursting through, she broke through what was left of a hurried barricade, and tumbled crouched to the floor. Moving back the doors, Angelica leaned against the splintered wood breathing heavily. Walking forward, her reflection stared back from a polished coat of arms that Spencer had been so fond of. Crimson red eyes bore back from her sockets, finally having overcome the former aquamarine blues. Jerking her head at the noise of howling that still moved through the night air, the former scientist finally understood what kind of outbreak had happened.
The T virus in its raw form was highly volatile, and was known to mutate living DNA on contact. It killed off the brain, only leaving the baser sense to feed..They had contained it for mutagen properties and had only been working with animal testing when she had shifted to the pure progenitor strain. .. the further testing she had been excluded from after they had moved on with project angel.. She had thought it had been shelved.
Her heart broken as she made her why into the corridors, as the full spectrum of the wasteland came into view. Blood splatter painted walls, half eat an corpses of former coworkers that had tried to flee the mansion collapsed in various corners.
A low moan was heard from the shadows ahead..
Cursing all that was her former life, Angelica stalked slowly down the hall, withdrawing one of the fully loaded magnums.
HIVE Laboratory
Pressing a gloved hand to the plated glass, Wesker sighed in victory. Before him lay one of Umbrella's crowning achievements in war-science. He had high hopes of possibly saving the project, but now that his S.T.A.R.S team had complicated the matter, it seemed near impossible. Umbrella had led him into a double life of nothing but deceit and false fronts, and now some of those lies had now been uncovered to much of his chagrin. In a last effort to keep Jill Valentine and Chris Redfield from knowing the full truth, Wesker had resorted to blackmailing his old partner, Barry Burton.
"Very uncivilized.." The perturbed man grumbled to himself as he typed upon a flat keyboard. Setting the self-destruct code, azure eyes flickered with a hint of regret. Was it all worth it.. Gritting his teeth, Wesker thought of all the frustration Redfield and Valentine had been. His mood was quickly turning into hate, flowing with rage at the situation.
"Wesker."
Turning at the sound of a female's voice, the man held his hands away from the computer in a surrendering motion. Jill and Chris had their weapons drawn, aimed right at him. A stolid mask of betrayal and pain was upon both of their faces, seemingly torn with the facts that faced the both of them. Motioning with the muzzle of her handgun, Valentine stepped forward.
"Step away from the console, Wesker."
The former captain's blue eyes seemed to stare through their souls, pausing and not removing himself immediately. They would remember the haunting look forever, as Wesker's hand pulled down a sliding button that caused the lights in the entire facility to glow red. In the background a soft, female voice began to countdown the destruction sequence.
"NO!"
Disoriented by the drop in lights, Jill lunged for the control board. Wesker had disappeared into the shadows, lurking in it's safe shroud.
"What..what do I do?"
Frantic, Valentine knew there would not be enough time to find the rest of the team and tell them to get out. And she was not going to lose anymore teammates
Tonight..
Redfield was trying to see amid the flashing lights, the panic starting to set in the pit of his gut.
"I
don't know, try them all?"
Both he and Jill fiddled with the console's buttons, only stopping as a single light in the observation room turned on. The two partners thought that they had seen creatures of nightmare earlier that evening, but were nowhere near prepared for what they saw next. Project Tyrant, it was what was known in Umbrella as a B.O.W. Bio organic weaponry. The creature had once been a man, but only resembled as much as being bipedal now. It's hulking mass was four times taller than most men, skin a dark gray pallor. Veins pulsed violently, leading up to an external triple heart. The head was bald, eyes shielded by some sort of eyelids. One arm was still that of a man, though overly muscled. But as for the other..it tapered down into what one would believe to be bone, a large claw that extended nearly all the way down the creature's body.
"Oh my God.."
Both of them pressed close to the glass, horror and fascination taking hold despite the time constraint. Chris ground his teeth angrily, pounding a fist on the glass.
"God has nothing to do
with it. This must have been what Wesker was after."
As the vibrations of the blow on the wall reached the creature, it began to respond violently. Redfield turned his eyes back to what Jill had ignored his outburst for. The creature was moving.. Swinging out its mutated arm, it ripped through the contraptions that were holding it like twine. Running towards the glass, the creature was intent on killing whatever had awakened it. Jill and Chris fled from their spot, just as the monster crashed through the wall. Shot rang out, but not from their weapons as Wesker reappeared. The man was filling the beast with shotgun shells, yet it seemed to have no effect. The animal felt no fear, no pain, just rage.
Rearing back its giant protrusion, it impaled Albert Wesker like a piece of meat. Blood spurted as the man screamed in genuine agony, the crimson flow bursting from his mouth in violent upheaval. Screaming at one another as the creature set their former captain to the ground and turned its attention towards them, Chris and Jill ran for their lives.
Dying felt..cold.
Wesker's eyes could barely see past the sheen of black which was swiftly overtaking him. Barely able to control his own hands, he withdrew a phial that had remained unharmed in the attack. The creature that had killed him was gone, literally chasing after what was left of the S.T.A.R.S team. Wesker's mind was falling into oblivion almost as fast as his body was, only with enough strength to inject the contents of the phial into himself. Letting himself succumb into the darkness, Wesker's body went limp. Sinking into the puddle of his own blood, the glass sample fell from the torn gloved hand. Rolling onto the grated floor, the flashing red lights illuminated what was left of Arklay's research in the small vial. :Angel Project
The Remaining S.T.A.R.S members fled from the Spencer mansion at the sound of a self destruct countdown. The remaining survivors only consisted of four, Rebecca Chambers, Barry Burton, Chris Redfield, and Jill Valentine. Jill and Chris were running blindly towards the sound of a returned helicopter when reunited with their other two comrades. Unfortunately for the group, they were not alone. The creature from the hidden facility below the estate had followed, in it's eyes the need for blood. Trying to defend the two females for cover, both Chris and Barry began to unload their weapons furiously into the beast. To no avail, the bullets slapped into the corroded flesh. Dark crimson blood trickled from the wounds and onto the ground, creating a morbid path of blood.
The monster roared in anger as it charged towards the two men, the tendriled mass of bone at the end of its appendage ripping both earth and cement in chunks from the ground. The edge of its vile claw ripped into Barry's shoulder, causing the man to spin out into the to draw the animal away, Chris began to play a dangerous game of cat and mouse. Whilst the two were battling for survival, Brad leaned out of the still running helicopter. Extending arocket launcher as far as he could reach, Jill snatched the weapon away eagerly." Here, take this!"
Rebecca scrambled into the vehicle, and began ransacking the first aid kits. The young girl just prayed she would get the opportunity to use them. The puzzles that Spencer had been so fond of had already been solved, making the trip into the underground laboratory from the top a lot easier. One thing she was concerned about was finding all of her teammates and getting them out of the place.
Back inside the Laboratory Before the Blast
Angelica had been in the middle of a system recovery when the overly loud purge warning had sounded. the flashing lights overhead impending danger. A cry of frustration , she slammed her palm on the kiosk she was working on. Pressing her thumb to a print scanner, the former scientist had to act quickly. " computer, enact RED QUEEN. Transfer all files.. And erase any trace of project angel. "
The machine whirred ' transfer complete.'
Abandoning all hope of finding out what exactly had been done with all her physical files, the woman now was desperately trying to find the S.T.A.R.S team. The lights fell suddenly, making her quite disoriented while descending into some of the lower corridors. Clutching her sidearm, Burrows squinted her fully developed eyes, trying to get used to their hypersensitivity. A scuttling noise from above drew the woman's attention to the metal grate ceiling. Scrambling across were two creatures that made the female want to wretch. They looked like monkeys, or at least looked like they used to be monkeys. Fur lay in patches across a scrawny body, arms tapering down into vicious claws. Before even getting her bearings, Burrows found herself under attack by one of the little animals.
Crying out in pain as it's claws sank into her shoulder, Angelica attempted to fire. The small annoyance vaulted back into the darkness, a satisfied hissing noise seemingly coming from all sides. Seconds ticked by as she aimed into the shadows, waiting for her foe to return. Lunging from the ceiling, the creature shrieked with hungry glee, only to be met with a shiny bullet between its beady black eyes. Falling to the floor, the creature twitched then moved no more.
Moving down the hall, burrows turned her back in a slight relief, seemingly not remembering their were two. Walking slowly and on edge, the woman finally lowered her weapon, unaware that she was being stalked. Reaching the semi lit doorway, Angelica suddenly spun. In a quick, fluid motion she withdrew the shotgun that had laid nestled upon her back. Firing simultaneously, a grating sound of an animal dropping from its perch echoed down the hall. With a wet thump, the secondary animal fell at her boots. Turning back towards the final room, Angelica saw the lifeless body of her former captain sprawled upon the floor.
Moving towards Wesker, she knelt beside him carefully. Her fingers ran through his matted hair, her intent eyes watching his deathly pallor. Averting the catlike hues, they alighted upon the phial that had rolled from the man only minutes before. The label was plain for her to read, causing an unearthly growl to rumble within the woman's throat. Looking back at Wesker, the woman's body trembled in anger at the decision she was faced with.
"I should leave you..or better yet kill you myself."
—-
Jill set her jaw in determination, gripping the launcher with a cold resolve. Her whole world seemed to have been shattered that night, mind still whirling from the nightmares that still haunted her thoughts. Motioning at Chris and Barry, she shouted over the chaos.
"GET DOWN!"
In the corner of her eye she could see Redfield flattening himself next to Burton in the brush. Kneeling, Valentine leveled herself as the creature turned it's attention towards her. The teeth were exposed, the lips having been flayed away in an ever present grimace. Whispering to herself, Jill aimed the deadly cannon at the target.
"Time for you to die, son of a bitch."
The powerful weapon fired, sending its deadly missile directly into the creature's exposed triple heart. Chunks of charred flesh and bone sprayed upon contact, sending a wave of wind carried blood into a large radius. As he supported an injured Barry, Chris drug himself towards the chopper. Choking on exhaustion and relief, Redfield nodded thankfully at his friend.
"Nice shot, partner."
Disposing of the launcher, Jill helped the two men into the helicopter and waved for Brad to lift off.
" Didn't mean to keep you waiting, Chris."
Chambers rushed to Burton's side, immediately beginning to dress the wound that the "thing" had left upon his shoulder. After a few seconds of awkward silence, the young girl timidly spoke. "Brad told me Angelica came after us.."
Both Jill and Chris sprang for their pilot, Chris grabbing the man's forearm. Growling at the coward before him, Redfield held fire in his eyes.
"You let her go in there alone? We have to go back.."
A rumbling below the helicopter shook the ground. Brad wrenched his arm free, easing the plane into a higher altitude.
"I'm..I'm sorry!"
Fire breathed from the mansion, the self destruct bomb finally doing its job. Jill vaulted towards the window, moisture stinging at the corner of her eyes.
"It's too late.."
Her Hazel eyes stared at the smoking destruction, watching as another one of the S.T.A.R.S was taken into oblivion. As Brad piloted the way home, Silence overwhelmed the group. sadness and vengeance brewed in the heart of what was left of the Raccoon City S.T.A.R.S Alpha team. The war against Umbrella had only just begun..
The earth above her trembled, but the woman paid no notice. She was far too busy witnessing the transformation of her burden. Kneeling on the grate, Angelica was bent over Wesker,an empty inoculation gun now tossed to the side. The explosion from outside rocked the underground facility as the countdown still continued. She looked up towards the ceiling, an escape hatch blinking up a manhole made of concrete and metal bar stairs. It was only a few feet away.. Her freedom.. Her old life. Part of her knew her team was above her.. A part wanted to head up .. To flag them down, to be taken in by them once more. Over the last several months, she had grown to love each and every one of them.
But if they knew the truth, if they found out that she had been part of all this.. She couldn't hide her involvement for long.
…She also knew if she didn't leave soon, she would be part of the crater that would soon be the HIVE.
Placing her hands on either side of Albert Wesker's cold face, the woman examined him cynically. The man was slowly breathing, skin pigments paling quickly. His eyes were open but unseeing as every capillary burst to reform into the compound iris. Morbid tears of blood ran to Angelica's palms, feeling sickly warm and unnatural. She wondered if this.. Horrified feeling in her stomach had been the same for him.. For Birkin when they had seen her change.
The iron smell of the liquid no longer bothered her as before, the once oversensitive olfactory having evolved enough to ignore it over time. A moment of pity overwhelmed Burrows, to see the man before her look so mortal..so human. She had worked with Wesker for years, only seeing flashes of humanity beneath the forced exterior that he wore. He wasn't as heartless as he led everyone to believe.. Or so she had thought these last few months with the S.T.A.R.S. Bitter rage quickly squashed the emotion however, at the thought he would no longer BE human. But then again neither was she.. Why did she do this.. Why did she care? Was she making a mistake?
Matching his personality, he would become something far..more. Her own humanity was becoming so fleeting, anger and rage more comfortable at a frightening rate.. The warmth of his body was fading fast, she could feel the virus finally settling in his veins. Leaning close to his ear, Angelica Huskily hissed.
"You owe me your life you bastard, don't make me regret it...I'll be watching.. "
Gathering herself up, and holstering her firearm , angelica turned towards the back tunnels..there was a chance she could make it through the sewer system.
—-
The darkness was fading from his eyes. Albert Wesker blinked slowly, the smell of blood and burning confusing him. Reaching forward towards what he perceived as the hazy outline of a woman, his hand closed upon air. A smoke-like apparition was all that remained with her perfumed words, sending the scent of wildflowers clouding in his head. Albert shook his head, he had sworn he heard her voice in the Tyrant lab.. The explosions rocked the facility over head, something nefarious was happening on the Mansion lawn above.
Standing up slowly, the former Umbrella operative smiled to himself. He was thought dead by the entire world, and with the power of a god coursing through his veins.. The world would know nothing of his survival, but they would learn of his legacy.
The countdown was close.. He had to get the files. As he logged in, a red denial notice flooded his new vision. Cursing as he questioned the monitor, Wesker placed his familiar glasses in place.
' access denied. File transfer complete. '
… who .. A security protocol ? This symbol flashing across the screen was nothing he had ever seen before.
" who are you.. "
The computer whirred, chirping back.
' I am the Red Queen. I am the Umbrella's protection protocol for.."
Blind rage filled his ears as the computer kept spewing out nonsense about his security level and protecting umbrella.. He had never been locked out of any of Umbrella's systems. He had top security clearance.. Or so he thought.. .. Wesker's fist landed firmly on the screen, shattering it.
" you will regret this.. My lady.."
.
Limping into the night, a chill crept down Wesker's spine as he searched for alternate methods of escape before the destruction sequence finalized. Words lingered in the back of his mind as if barely heard in a nightmare.
"I'll be watching you..."
About Ten Years Later
-African landing site—-
The dank, dry African air stung his nostrils as he exited the caravan hummer. Blinding light reflected off the man's sunglasses as he exited the hummer, making him squint beneath the shades. Completely out of his element and country, Chris Redfield scanned the surroundings. It had been over a decade since the Spencer Estate Incident, but it was still present in his thoughts as if it had occurred only yesterday. The still relatively young man had been one of the key operatives in exposing Umbrella's questionable dealings, but had come at a price. Raccoon City had been leveled as a result of being deemed a biohazard, the whole city wiped out, destroyed by Umbrella's hand.
The company eventually found its downfall, but old horrors with new names had only resurfaced over the years as the various virus strains fell into the hands of various other companies and far worse.. The black market. The S.T.A.R.S disbanded, and later began to form a coalition named the BSAA. These operatives were trained to make sure that nothing like Umbrella would ever happen again, far more military trained, and multiple government's finances to back them up. So far the plan had worked, but there were still some of Umbrella's loose ends that needed tying. Some people that were still missing.. The memories entrenched into Chris' thoughts, sending a sad hope into the pit of his stomach.
"Chris Redfield?"
The sound of a woman's voice forced him back into reality, turning his head abruptly towards the noise. He had been instructed by HQ to meet a local BSAA operative, and that she was to lead him to the mission information and weapons drop . What he hadn't expected was for the woman to be so striking. A lovely local of the country stood before him, a smile curving at her dark lips. She was small, but had piercing eyes that told you she was more than capable of doing her job. Ebony hair was slicked back into an efficient ponytail, gloved hands laying upon her hips.
"Sheva Alomar. Welcome to Africa."
—-
Two individuals stood within the shadows of a dark room, conversing quietly. One was completely scathed in black, a native scarf wrapped loosely about the lower half of the person's face. Silver sunglasses hid the eyes with their silver sheen, keeping the identity of the stranger hidden. They were small framed however, one could guess a woman.
The other was a short man with a turban, his dark eyes nervous and fleeting.
"Has Redfield arrived?"
The mysterious stranger queried, its voice distorted by an unseen synthesizer. The sound sent a shiver of fear down the man's back. Shakily he nodded, fidgeting imperceptivity.
"Yes..yes he is on his way here for the Intel now."
The figure paused briefly, as to collect its thoughts. Finally after a few moments, it spoke.
"I have more for you to give him. The Uroborus project is complete. The rumors are now a fact, comrade."
The native cursed low in his own language, rubbing his forehead in an attempt to relieve stress. When the man looked up, the figure was gone. A small piece of paper fluttered in the air where the stranger had stood. Snatching it midair, the man unfolded the message. Scrawled in red ink, lay a promise.
'I'll be watching…'
—-
Alomar mentally analyzed Chris Redfield, his dark eyes keeping a watchful sight on him. He had been assigned as her new partner for this mission. The man next to her was quiet..reserved, as if an eerie calm had replaced whatever emotions the man had. Despite the fact, there was a kindness in his emerald eyes, and respect. She could acclimate herself to that. After all, Sheva was a woman who was positive for change.
Jogging next to Redfield, the woman couldn't help but feel uneasy. There had been reports from the neighboring villages of the inhabitants becoming volatile, even attacking like someone who had turned mad. The pair passed a group of the locals that were circled around a sort of..sackcloth bag. Several of the men had clubs, and were beating the object senselessly. Moving from the rabble, Alomar could swear she smelled the distinct scent of
blood..
Rounding the bend of a building, the woman wrote the smell off as the old, abandoned butcher shop. Earlier that day she had been instructed to lead their new visitor to a drop off point near the back storage of the building. Still mulling over the fact, Sheva couldn't understand why an American had been shipped halfway across the globe just to find a man that the African branch of BSAA were looking for... Motioning that she was to move in first, Alomar quickly darted into the shadowy building as Chris hung back. A man leaning in a dark corner met the woman's eyes, and a small table next to him contained their equipment . The man eyed her carefully, eyebrows raising in question.
"Where is your partner?"
Alomar waved her arm towards Redfield, calling out gently.
"C'mon."
Chris quietly intruded, eliciting a relieved smile from the turbaned man. He smiled warmly, extending a welcoming hand towards their supplies.
"Glad to see you have made it.. here is your gear and weapons."
Both the BSAA operatives moved forward, equipping themselves with various items that their HQ had sent. As Sheva was inspecting her handgun, Chris eyed the man closely. Finally he questioned their contact.
"What's the mission report?"
Sighing, the other man began to pace.
"You two will be looking for a man named Irving. He's been accused of selling bioweapons in the African black-market for years. The BSAA wants him apprehended and brought back."
The man seemed preoccupied, his eyes searching the rafters of the building warily. As if he were searching for a ghost...a ghost with red eyes. Locking his gaze with Redfield, the local man seemed to bore a hole into his soul, genuine fear crossing into his glare.
"Mr. Redfield..what do you know of the Uroborus?"
Chris cocked his head in shock, furrowing his brow almost Painfully.
"only rumors of a new virus strain..nothing solid, only rumors. Why?"
The local swallowed hard, anger and protectiveness passing over his dark features. He knew full well there had been people missing...unexplained things happening.. Staring fully at the two partners, he quickly spoke.
"Things are going to prove more dangerous than would be thought, my friends. It is no longer a rumor, it is reality."
—-
The room was small, only a tiny, cheap hotel's gift. But the owner did not ask any questions, and it remained exquisitely hidden from prying eyes. The shadowy figure from the butcher shop was within, pacing. Stopping to toy idly with a laptop that lay propped open upon the edge of a tiny table, the individual began to strip its sweltering disguise. Removing the scarf, waves of white blonde hair tumbled about slim shoulders. Gloved fingers slowly drew off the silver Aviators, dark, rouge eyes blinking to adjust in the dim light. A cracked mirror hung upon the wall, catching the female's attention. The feline eyes narrowed at themselves upon seeing themselves.
Grousing quietly as she turned back to her work, the woman could remember when those haunting hues were blue...just like his..Banishing those thoughts quickly, the harsh glow of the computer illuminated the pale woman's resolve. Logging into a secure network, she set to work. The RED QUEEN symbol flashed ominously. Gloved fingers flew over the touchpad keys, adjusting what looked like a video feed. The pixels created the scene of a missile facility within the African borders, men milling about below randomly. A smug smile spread over the woman's features as the crimson eyes searched the screen. A combination of hacking local CCTV, and drones at her command, she could now locate the object which her journey had led. Her prey had become far too predictable over the years, and now he was finally within her grasp. The smile widened as she whispered to the shadows.
" I'm always watching you.."
—-
—-The Facility—-
Fire lined eyes narrowed as he took in the surroundings. After the failed incident at Rockfort, he had moved everything into several facilities across the globe. From the frustration of searching the now dead Veronica experiment, to the Plagas outbreak in Spain, Wesker had turned to a more stealthy approach. Under the guise that he had died again in the Ashford's arctic facility, Wesker had anonymity once again on his side. Traveling to Africa with the aid of a Tricell CEO, he set up the bones of his machinations.
The base had proven more than it's worth, the cover of an African oil field having been a perfect subsidy for the last few years. The locals also had proven a great asset of test subjects, becoming excellent disposable soldiers.
Sitting within a large, plush desk chair, Albert Wesker eyed the security cameras closely. Resting his chin within a gloved hand, he kept his stare steadfast. Something felt off on the feed, but he couldn't pinpoint what.. Sharp pain drew his attention elsewhere however, forcing a reflexive grasp to his forearm. Growling softly, his eyes averted upwards as a woman entered the room quietly.
Excella Gionne batted her false eyelashes at him, a perfectly manicured hand clutching at a silver case. Once just a coffee getter, the woman was now one of the highest corporate powers within the pharmaceutical company of Tricell. It had been with his inside intelligence and her funds that his research had become independent from Umbrella and the Agency. He hated her scent.. Cheap perfume and the stench of success. Sauntering suffocatingly close, Gionne cooed.
"It's time for your shot , Albert."
The thick Italian accent accentuated her every syllable. Opening the case, she withdrew a phial and syringe and began to prepare a dose of the dark liquid. Wesker analyzed her, inwardly amused at her attempts to arouse him in any way. Excella was a beautiful woman, and knew it..painfully so in fact. She wore an inappropriately low cut white dress, her dark hair piled high upon her head. She was always trying to get closer.. to touch him.. to tempt him. But despite all her tries, those feelings were not shared by the male. They had died a long time ago..and the plastic nature of her personality did nothing to stoke them back to life.
Growing inpatient with her slothfulness, Wesker's gloves hand snatched the barely prepared needle away. In one fluid motion, he punctured the main vein within his forearm, and injected the full contents. Cocking his neck back, the man perceptively shivered in relief, the serum spidering up his neck before fading from view. Turning his shielded gaze back towards Gionne, Wesker nodded curtly.
"Make sure our plans are on schedule, Excella."
Having no further use for her at the time being, he turned his attention back to the computer screens. The woman merely said nothing, a devious smile playing across her collagen enhanced lips as she left his presence. Treasuring the silence, Wesker stood to lean over the railing of the viewport. Flexing the arm that had been his source of pain mere minutes before, he threw a blind punch towards the Plexiglas window. It slammed into the substance, spidering out into prisms that reflected his own, unfeeling stare. Such power had been given him.. Or had he taken it? The memory had been so hazy, and his own pride wanted the latter to be the truth..
Iridescent , orange eyes flickered under the ever present sunglasses, memories lingering behind their haunting hues. The only person he could ever hold himself accountable to was dead.. He was sure of it. Traces of her had been wiped from all the Umbrella database's , only physical copies held by Ozwell personally until his death. He held them now.. perhaps it was to recreate the serum that had been so stable for HER but not him. Perhaps it was for another reason..
Borrows' body had never been recovered before Raccoon had been decimated. Even the weeks before the viral outbreak had hit the city, he had searched.. finding she had followed them to the estate and did not emerge before the explosion which leveled it. That was when he abandoned the city officially. Long before the nuclear warhead had even been ordered by the military.
Yet, years later, her presence lingered, tainting everything he accomplished like a bad nightmare does the waking hours. It had only been a few years ago he had discovered the truth..the fact his very existence had been a lie. Albert Wesker, even that was just a manufactured codename. Children taken by Umbrella , because of their 'superior dna'. He had been one of them.. His estranged sister as well. Along with many others.. Supposedly they were the only two that made it. But digging further in the old man's files and secrets.. He had found otherwise. Angelica Burrows had been one of the cases of fostered parents , her secret also hidden from even her own knowledge. . She was one of them. She was one of the Wesker children. He had killed Ozwell upon finding out .. he would not share this throne with such a pathetic waste of humanity.
Looking down, the man clenched his fist in righteous anger. The frustration of his own past constantly was a battle within him, a memory keeping him awake at night. The decision whether it was reality or delirium constantly being switched within his mind. Over a decade later , the lone duty of what he felt he must do, was taking a toll. Sucking in a deep breath through his nose, his eyes fluttered shut. He felt as if something was constantly watching his every move…
Or someone.