Resident Evil
Weskers Desire
Title:Weskers Desire
Author: fan_fic_writer_uk (Dan)
Language: English
Rating: nc-17
Note- I do NOT own any of the resident evil (although as much as I'd like to), Capcom (and probably a few other companies) do.
a/n Rather suprisingly I got some reviews for this story and miraculously they were very positive so I'm going to continue it. All I can say is thanks for the reviews as they have inspired me to continue...... so thanks and gratitudes I guess are in order.
Chapter two: In the Middle of Nowhere
***
I hate them all, I despise him, I know that for sure...but I desire her.....Why?...Why?...WHY?
***
The airport was little more than a runway and a building on the outskirts of the snow covered town. Like the rest of the town it was old, rundown and desolate. Claire smiled wryly, where else would you hope to find Umbrella? The hotel, the only hotel in a 60 mile area, was however a completely different story. Luxury was the only word that came to mind. No expense had been spared and it clearly showed. Whatever little doubt was in any member of the groups minds vanished....something was definetly going on here. How else would this hotel keep a float? The town was hardly the New York of Russia.The only shortcomings the hotel had was in staff. But again Claire reflected, good staff are hard to find. Especially when you regularly have to dispose of them.
On checking in all of the group used fake alises, "no point in taking risks" Chris had previously remarked, "we're probably on file, we should feel honoured really". On entering the room it was all Claire could do from falling asleep right there and then. But she had to check her room (in case it had been bugged which was more than likely) whilst unpacking. At first glance it appeared there was nothing within the room out of the ordinary and indeed there were no obvious additions to the room. And before long the need for sleep overcame her. Sleepily Claire decided that she would make a full inspection in the morning. It was while she was drifting off to sleep she noticed the red flashes imitting a small amount of light over head. Quickly she turned to see that it was just the rooms two smoke detectors keeping watch above. Slowly she settled down to sleep...then it struck her. Why would any single hotel room nedd TWO smoke detectors? Oh Umbrlla had been rather sly by being so obvious. One was real the other was a fake, either with a camera or tape within it. Great, bloody great this was all she needed, there would be no chance to talk to anybody else until tommorrow night when Operation Genesis began (nicknamed by Chris as it was their first srikeback at Umbrella). Slowly she settled down to sleep.
***
Claire was not the only person awake that night/morning thinking about the upcoming events. Wesker was very quietly inputting codes into the computer system of the underground base eager for it all to begin. All this waiting around gave him time to think, to question, something he had become ver uncomfortable in doing as of late. Action was what he needed, what he lived for. The only reason he did question he admitted to himself was because he was an inferior model, Alexia had been proof of that for sure. And also his emotions were returning, for the first time in months he felt. Was it just a phase? was it a defect within him? or was he regressing...was it wearing off. "No" he muttered trying to convince himself, he mustn't think that, "it's a phase, just a phase" he repeated. Too much time alone without any action. Keeping his mind to the mission he reflected ironicly, that all of the research staff and members of the base did not know he was here, and now to serve Umbrella he must begin by destroying it.
The group cannot be allowed to jepordise the security of this facility, he had been told, so it must be destroyed by the time they arrive and all neccessary and moveable research, weapons and staff gotten out of here. "No easy task" he remarked to no-one in particular.
"True but I have faith in you Albert" purred a cultured voice behind him, Wesker tried not to jump (another human trait he thought bitterly),"After all you survived up until now, despite your mistakes and personal involvement within our operations" Wesker allowed himself to grimice slightly as he heard his first name spoken, something he had learned to live without. After all first names were just another weakness of the human race, a ploy to make them friendly with each other, to make them soft. And, Wesker firmly believed, the soft must die as the strong live on, its natures way after all and it accounted for how come he was still alive after so much.
"The only personal involvement I've had in any of my missions is to succeed" Wesker spat back.
"Is that what you tell Chris Redfield" The figure retorted. A small smile playing upon blood red lips "Or even his sister Claire"?
Wesker lost his cool composture for a moment "How....?" he began
"A fine specimen too, after all she evaded me on more than one occasion, very worthy, very worthy. Too bad about her blood, common, a shame really". The figure continued "Oh and as for how I knew. Your blood is mine, mine is yours, we share the same variation within our genes, I know how you work".
"The virus you means" Wesker interrupted
"Variation" The figure repeated "An improvement, a virus after all is a pathogen, it gives rise to suffering. Are you suffering Albert?,...Would you like to go back to being the weak man Albert?,...The way you were Albert?.....I thought not" the figure patronised playing with a loose strand of blonde hair.
"If I reply who do I address? Alexia or Alfred" Wesker allowed himself a sarcastic smile. He soon paid for it.
"How dare you, you common, gutter born, whore house bred, Bastard", the blonde screamed, emotions for the first time showing, "How dare you decresicrimate my sisters name by speaking it upon your unclean lips...BASTARD"
"Says the man who hired me to kill her"
"I never once said to kill her, I would never ever do that, I couldn't. I only wanted her restrained, and a sample of her DNA"
"Why employ me to do it then?" Wesker questioned
"My sister would have killed me, had she found out I had failed her, I couldn't let that happen, I needed time to complete our,...her plan"
"And now instead she is the one dead, how ironic"
"You know that is only temperary", Alfred Ashford cried, "The injuries she sustained were far worse than mine. Her body.. her perfect little body, will need time to rejouvinate and repair itself. And until then I must restore our glourious name and prove myself to her, I must not fail her again, never again....This conversation is over", he cried abrutly.
Alfred turned to leave before slowly turning back "The Redfields will pay for this, mark my word, they will pay. For what they have done to my family death would a kind mistress...As I said its a shame for Claire, she after all puts me in the mind or Alexia, strong, powerful, intelligent beautiful and deadly. And it's an even greater shame for you after all you will be the one to pull the trigger on her, the one to kill her tommorow night...didn't I say? she's part of the group due to attack tommorrow...as I say I'm sorry. It's a real shame,...a real shame..."
With that he turned to leave, his footsteps echoing around the large room....the only sound within room.
"Claire...."
***
a/n Well thats it for chapter two. I hope it was intresting. Not much on the Wesker/Claire thing until right at the end but I hope that the build up was good. As for Alfred Ashford being revealed, it was always going to be him or Alexia as the mysterious figure and I guess the review I got just tipped the balance. Suggestions, comments, etc wlcome. Until chapter 3 then,
Dan
Weskers Desire
Title:Weskers Desire
Author: fan_fic_writer_uk (Dan)
Language: English
Rating: nc-17
Note- I do NOT own any of the resident evil (although as much as I'd like to), Capcom (and probably a few other companies) do.
a/n Rather suprisingly I got some reviews for this story and miraculously they were very positive so I'm going to continue it. All I can say is thanks for the reviews as they have inspired me to continue...... so thanks and gratitudes I guess are in order.
Chapter two: In the Middle of Nowhere
***
I hate them all, I despise him, I know that for sure...but I desire her.....Why?...Why?...WHY?
***
The airport was little more than a runway and a building on the outskirts of the snow covered town. Like the rest of the town it was old, rundown and desolate. Claire smiled wryly, where else would you hope to find Umbrella? The hotel, the only hotel in a 60 mile area, was however a completely different story. Luxury was the only word that came to mind. No expense had been spared and it clearly showed. Whatever little doubt was in any member of the groups minds vanished....something was definetly going on here. How else would this hotel keep a float? The town was hardly the New York of Russia.The only shortcomings the hotel had was in staff. But again Claire reflected, good staff are hard to find. Especially when you regularly have to dispose of them.
On checking in all of the group used fake alises, "no point in taking risks" Chris had previously remarked, "we're probably on file, we should feel honoured really". On entering the room it was all Claire could do from falling asleep right there and then. But she had to check her room (in case it had been bugged which was more than likely) whilst unpacking. At first glance it appeared there was nothing within the room out of the ordinary and indeed there were no obvious additions to the room. And before long the need for sleep overcame her. Sleepily Claire decided that she would make a full inspection in the morning. It was while she was drifting off to sleep she noticed the red flashes imitting a small amount of light over head. Quickly she turned to see that it was just the rooms two smoke detectors keeping watch above. Slowly she settled down to sleep...then it struck her. Why would any single hotel room nedd TWO smoke detectors? Oh Umbrlla had been rather sly by being so obvious. One was real the other was a fake, either with a camera or tape within it. Great, bloody great this was all she needed, there would be no chance to talk to anybody else until tommorrow night when Operation Genesis began (nicknamed by Chris as it was their first srikeback at Umbrella). Slowly she settled down to sleep.
***
Claire was not the only person awake that night/morning thinking about the upcoming events. Wesker was very quietly inputting codes into the computer system of the underground base eager for it all to begin. All this waiting around gave him time to think, to question, something he had become ver uncomfortable in doing as of late. Action was what he needed, what he lived for. The only reason he did question he admitted to himself was because he was an inferior model, Alexia had been proof of that for sure. And also his emotions were returning, for the first time in months he felt. Was it just a phase? was it a defect within him? or was he regressing...was it wearing off. "No" he muttered trying to convince himself, he mustn't think that, "it's a phase, just a phase" he repeated. Too much time alone without any action. Keeping his mind to the mission he reflected ironicly, that all of the research staff and members of the base did not know he was here, and now to serve Umbrella he must begin by destroying it.
The group cannot be allowed to jepordise the security of this facility, he had been told, so it must be destroyed by the time they arrive and all neccessary and moveable research, weapons and staff gotten out of here. "No easy task" he remarked to no-one in particular.
"True but I have faith in you Albert" purred a cultured voice behind him, Wesker tried not to jump (another human trait he thought bitterly),"After all you survived up until now, despite your mistakes and personal involvement within our operations" Wesker allowed himself to grimice slightly as he heard his first name spoken, something he had learned to live without. After all first names were just another weakness of the human race, a ploy to make them friendly with each other, to make them soft. And, Wesker firmly believed, the soft must die as the strong live on, its natures way after all and it accounted for how come he was still alive after so much.
"The only personal involvement I've had in any of my missions is to succeed" Wesker spat back.
"Is that what you tell Chris Redfield" The figure retorted. A small smile playing upon blood red lips "Or even his sister Claire"?
Wesker lost his cool composture for a moment "How....?" he began
"A fine specimen too, after all she evaded me on more than one occasion, very worthy, very worthy. Too bad about her blood, common, a shame really". The figure continued "Oh and as for how I knew. Your blood is mine, mine is yours, we share the same variation within our genes, I know how you work".
"The virus you means" Wesker interrupted
"Variation" The figure repeated "An improvement, a virus after all is a pathogen, it gives rise to suffering. Are you suffering Albert?,...Would you like to go back to being the weak man Albert?,...The way you were Albert?.....I thought not" the figure patronised playing with a loose strand of blonde hair.
"If I reply who do I address? Alexia or Alfred" Wesker allowed himself a sarcastic smile. He soon paid for it.
"How dare you, you common, gutter born, whore house bred, Bastard", the blonde screamed, emotions for the first time showing, "How dare you decresicrimate my sisters name by speaking it upon your unclean lips...BASTARD"
"Says the man who hired me to kill her"
"I never once said to kill her, I would never ever do that, I couldn't. I only wanted her restrained, and a sample of her DNA"
"Why employ me to do it then?" Wesker questioned
"My sister would have killed me, had she found out I had failed her, I couldn't let that happen, I needed time to complete our,...her plan"
"And now instead she is the one dead, how ironic"
"You know that is only temperary", Alfred Ashford cried, "The injuries she sustained were far worse than mine. Her body.. her perfect little body, will need time to rejouvinate and repair itself. And until then I must restore our glourious name and prove myself to her, I must not fail her again, never again....This conversation is over", he cried abrutly.
Alfred turned to leave before slowly turning back "The Redfields will pay for this, mark my word, they will pay. For what they have done to my family death would a kind mistress...As I said its a shame for Claire, she after all puts me in the mind or Alexia, strong, powerful, intelligent beautiful and deadly. And it's an even greater shame for you after all you will be the one to pull the trigger on her, the one to kill her tommorow night...didn't I say? she's part of the group due to attack tommorrow...as I say I'm sorry. It's a real shame,...a real shame..."
With that he turned to leave, his footsteps echoing around the large room....the only sound within room.
"Claire...."
***
a/n Well thats it for chapter two. I hope it was intresting. Not much on the Wesker/Claire thing until right at the end but I hope that the build up was good. As for Alfred Ashford being revealed, it was always going to be him or Alexia as the mysterious figure and I guess the review I got just tipped the balance. Suggestions, comments, etc wlcome. Until chapter 3 then,
Dan