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 Well once again its update time so here's chapter four. I'm actualy rather suprised so many people are intrested in this fic especially since its my first, but then again I'm not complaining. So far I've got an idea of chapter five (the mole of the group is going to be unveilved) and even some ideas for my last chapter when I reach it (God knows when). However I need some direction inbetween all that so if you feel you have any ideas or pointers Please, Please inform me in the reviews section. What else can I ask other than please keep reading?
Chapter four: The Mystery of Love and Hate
***
Unsuprisingly the small Russian town had little reason to operate after sunset so there was nobody upon its streets to observe as the group made their way through the darkened roads and onto the outskirts of the town. The base itelf was located about five miles from the town. Umbrella rather suprisingly had not hidden the fact the base was there and so they had no difficulty in locating it, it had even been on a map of the local area, a blatently confident attitude. However its true intentions had been clouded in mystery under the ambiguous title of research facility. Prehaps they hoped by being so obvious they would be able to fool people, and it appeared to have worked so far. Claire wondered exactly how many people actually knew the real purpose of the base. "Not many that are still alive" she thought wryly.
The walk from the meeting point had been realatively silent and the atmosphere had been sombre, everybody had been to tense and lost in thought (one person in particular) in regards to the upcoming events to talk much. Apart from the usual greetings and acknowledgements not much else was had been said since they had begun to make their way out of the town.
Whilst walking upon the beaten snow track Claire couldn't help but reflect on her brother Chris's place within the team as she watched him lead the group. The unofficial leader of the team, it was Chris who planned tactics and made most of the decisions within it. It had even been his idea to to attack this base. Claire silently wondered why Chris was so personally involved with the case, after all his determination for justice against the Umbrella corperation never seemed to falter, not once. There had been moments when she knew she had been all but ready to give up on their resistance and she believed everyone in the team had felt this feeling at least once, but not Chris. She had always firmly believed that it was due to his anger and hurt that he felt inside, and prehaps even guilt, that kept him going. All of these feeling she knew was aimed primarily at Wesker (the 'bent' team leader Chris had faithfully followed) for the doomed mission he'd led into the Umbrella mansion back in Racoon city, or rather back in what was once Racoon city. The suicide mission he'd led both the STARS Alpha, and indirectly the, Bravo teams on, was something Chris could never, never forgive him for, and how could he? They were his collegues and his friends after all. To have someone you trust and respect to lead you and others to your deaths knowingly and deliberately, it was something far too evil to forgive. She knew Rebecca felt the same but somehow her feelings were less intense than Chris's. "Why?" she silently wondered "Why was Chris so different?".
Thinking of him also caused Claire to reflect fleetingly on Wesker, Albert Wesker, the man who had been prepared to sacrifice countless peoples lives to Umbrella just for his own sense of twisted power. She herself had first met him on Rockfort island, the once home of the aristocratic Ashfords, Cross dressing Alfred and the psychotic, all powerful Alexia (combien that with their seemingly incestious relationship and your half way to a Jerry Springer, show she thought ironicly)
(a/n you can just imagine it:(title) 'I'm a psychopath, hell bent on world domination who also fancies beding my cross dressing brother'...um anyway back to the subject in hand).
Also upon the island had been their secret prision facility to which Claire had been sent to because she had been deemed a threat by Umbrella. Of course she had heard her brother talk of him, even seen a picture of him before his great betrayal, however it had still taken her time to reconise him when they met. Within the picture despite his black glasses, that hid all body language and made facial expression hard to judge, he'd still looked so....so alive and human. Not the animal he'd been reduced to, and after all wasn't that what a tyrant was, an animal, nothing more? He'd also seemed so pale and defeated, depite the little show he'd put on for her. And that was exactly how he'd behaved when they'd met, like an animal. Indeed being a Redfield really hadn't helped matters. He'd even tried to kill her, would most likely have done so if that important call hadn't come through for hime. Despite this she had suprised herself for discovering she didn't actualy hate him, at least not like her brother did. Of course she despised him for the pain and grief he'd caused her brother, but she couldn't bring herself to completely hate him. Instead she felt pity more than anything, although she had no idea why. She should hate him deeply for what he'd done to her and Chris she told herself, and in part she did, but not completely. For whenever she pictured his face in her mind all she could conjoure up were feelings of pitty, as she had always felt as if something deep and dark in his past had led him down this path of destruction and for that reason she didn't hate him.....But why did she feel this way?...
"We're here", Chris growlingly remarked, interrupting Claires trail of thought as he spoke, "..finally". For the first time she noticed that the facility was indeed layed out in front of them. Carefully she inspected the sight before her. The base on the surface appeared to be a normal reaserch station, but Claire knew from experience, Umbrella were great at cover ups. "I guess it begins Chris", she remarked to her elder sibling. "Yeah", he quietly remarked, "Operation Genesis finally begins"
***
Within the specially adapted tratment room of the facility Alfred Ashford was once again with Alexia. "They're here pet", he informed her, "And so is he...Chris Redfield". He then began singing to her a lullaby from their childhood while deep in thought, something he did often. He reflected on how in so many was it (the lullaby) was as inoccent as Alexia, and indeed himself, but in so many ways they were so different. Were they really inoccents or not, he asked himself? Childlike they both were, but they both knew exactly what they did and the consequences of their actions.
Slowly he pressed his hand to the warm glass suddenly feeling needy and trying to be as close to Alexia as possible. "Don't you worry my dear sweet Alexia" he said consolingly "He'll pay the price the most for what he has done to you" he cried voice choked with emotion as he let the tears run down his face. "All of their deaths will be slow and painful but his will be the longest..and the worst. I will save him for you to punish as you wish but first of all I will crush him...by making him watch the others die in front of him". He let out a small girlish laugh "Guns and weapons may kill him, but it would be too quick and to pain free. Nothing compares to having your sister die right in front of you", he paused to think "I believe I will make it a shot to the head, directly on her forehead. And then my dear after watching his friends die much more slowly he will ready for you, his spirit crushed". He gazed at her before continuing "You always wanted s puppy Alexia and now you shall have one. He will be your plaything to punish as you see fit". Once again he laughed but this time it was cold and cruel nothing like his previous outburst. "Until later my sweet" he said turning to leave the room.
And then with that, the battle began.
***
a/n Well that was chapter 4 guys. A bit slow again I think but the plot needs to thicken before the action begins. Once again I will ask for you to review my story...I need your ideas.
Thanks again,
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 Well once again its update time so here's chapter four. I'm actualy rather suprised so many people are intrested in this fic especially since its my first, but then again I'm not complaining. So far I've got an idea of chapter five (the mole of the group is going to be unveilved) and even some ideas for my last chapter when I reach it (God knows when). However I need some direction inbetween all that so if you feel you have any ideas or pointers Please, Please inform me in the reviews section. What else can I ask other than please keep reading?
Chapter four: The Mystery of Love and Hate
***
Unsuprisingly the small Russian town had little reason to operate after sunset so there was nobody upon its streets to observe as the group made their way through the darkened roads and onto the outskirts of the town. The base itelf was located about five miles from the town. Umbrella rather suprisingly had not hidden the fact the base was there and so they had no difficulty in locating it, it had even been on a map of the local area, a blatently confident attitude. However its true intentions had been clouded in mystery under the ambiguous title of research facility. Prehaps they hoped by being so obvious they would be able to fool people, and it appeared to have worked so far. Claire wondered exactly how many people actually knew the real purpose of the base. "Not many that are still alive" she thought wryly.
The walk from the meeting point had been realatively silent and the atmosphere had been sombre, everybody had been to tense and lost in thought (one person in particular) in regards to the upcoming events to talk much. Apart from the usual greetings and acknowledgements not much else was had been said since they had begun to make their way out of the town.
Whilst walking upon the beaten snow track Claire couldn't help but reflect on her brother Chris's place within the team as she watched him lead the group. The unofficial leader of the team, it was Chris who planned tactics and made most of the decisions within it. It had even been his idea to to attack this base. Claire silently wondered why Chris was so personally involved with the case, after all his determination for justice against the Umbrella corperation never seemed to falter, not once. There had been moments when she knew she had been all but ready to give up on their resistance and she believed everyone in the team had felt this feeling at least once, but not Chris. She had always firmly believed that it was due to his anger and hurt that he felt inside, and prehaps even guilt, that kept him going. All of these feeling she knew was aimed primarily at Wesker (the 'bent' team leader Chris had faithfully followed) for the doomed mission he'd led into the Umbrella mansion back in Racoon city, or rather back in what was once Racoon city. The suicide mission he'd led both the STARS Alpha, and indirectly the, Bravo teams on, was something Chris could never, never forgive him for, and how could he? They were his collegues and his friends after all. To have someone you trust and respect to lead you and others to your deaths knowingly and deliberately, it was something far too evil to forgive. She knew Rebecca felt the same but somehow her feelings were less intense than Chris's. "Why?" she silently wondered "Why was Chris so different?".
Thinking of him also caused Claire to reflect fleetingly on Wesker, Albert Wesker, the man who had been prepared to sacrifice countless peoples lives to Umbrella just for his own sense of twisted power. She herself had first met him on Rockfort island, the once home of the aristocratic Ashfords, Cross dressing Alfred and the psychotic, all powerful Alexia (combien that with their seemingly incestious relationship and your half way to a Jerry Springer, show she thought ironicly)
(a/n you can just imagine it:(title) 'I'm a psychopath, hell bent on world domination who also fancies beding my cross dressing brother'...um anyway back to the subject in hand).
Also upon the island had been their secret prision facility to which Claire had been sent to because she had been deemed a threat by Umbrella. Of course she had heard her brother talk of him, even seen a picture of him before his great betrayal, however it had still taken her time to reconise him when they met. Within the picture despite his black glasses, that hid all body language and made facial expression hard to judge, he'd still looked so....so alive and human. Not the animal he'd been reduced to, and after all wasn't that what a tyrant was, an animal, nothing more? He'd also seemed so pale and defeated, depite the little show he'd put on for her. And that was exactly how he'd behaved when they'd met, like an animal. Indeed being a Redfield really hadn't helped matters. He'd even tried to kill her, would most likely have done so if that important call hadn't come through for hime. Despite this she had suprised herself for discovering she didn't actualy hate him, at least not like her brother did. Of course she despised him for the pain and grief he'd caused her brother, but she couldn't bring herself to completely hate him. Instead she felt pity more than anything, although she had no idea why. She should hate him deeply for what he'd done to her and Chris she told herself, and in part she did, but not completely. For whenever she pictured his face in her mind all she could conjoure up were feelings of pitty, as she had always felt as if something deep and dark in his past had led him down this path of destruction and for that reason she didn't hate him.....But why did she feel this way?...
"We're here", Chris growlingly remarked, interrupting Claires trail of thought as he spoke, "..finally". For the first time she noticed that the facility was indeed layed out in front of them. Carefully she inspected the sight before her. The base on the surface appeared to be a normal reaserch station, but Claire knew from experience, Umbrella were great at cover ups. "I guess it begins Chris", she remarked to her elder sibling. "Yeah", he quietly remarked, "Operation Genesis finally begins"
***
Within the specially adapted tratment room of the facility Alfred Ashford was once again with Alexia. "They're here pet", he informed her, "And so is he...Chris Redfield". He then began singing to her a lullaby from their childhood while deep in thought, something he did often. He reflected on how in so many was it (the lullaby) was as inoccent as Alexia, and indeed himself, but in so many ways they were so different. Were they really inoccents or not, he asked himself? Childlike they both were, but they both knew exactly what they did and the consequences of their actions.
Slowly he pressed his hand to the warm glass suddenly feeling needy and trying to be as close to Alexia as possible. "Don't you worry my dear sweet Alexia" he said consolingly "He'll pay the price the most for what he has done to you" he cried voice choked with emotion as he let the tears run down his face. "All of their deaths will be slow and painful but his will be the longest..and the worst. I will save him for you to punish as you wish but first of all I will crush him...by making him watch the others die in front of him". He let out a small girlish laugh "Guns and weapons may kill him, but it would be too quick and to pain free. Nothing compares to having your sister die right in front of you", he paused to think "I believe I will make it a shot to the head, directly on her forehead. And then my dear after watching his friends die much more slowly he will ready for you, his spirit crushed". He gazed at her before continuing "You always wanted s puppy Alexia and now you shall have one. He will be your plaything to punish as you see fit". Once again he laughed but this time it was cold and cruel nothing like his previous outburst. "Until later my sweet" he said turning to leave the room.
And then with that, the battle began.
***
a/n Well that was chapter 4 guys. A bit slow again I think but the plot needs to thicken before the action begins. Once again I will ask for you to review my story...I need your ideas.
Thanks again,
Dan