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 Finally I'm into double figures!!! I say that but the fic hasn't even been up a week. Thanks guys is all I can say!! And the reviews themselves are just flattering. 'Elusive plot', 'just continue', I'm really not worth such comments. I, nor my ego, am not going to complain however. Thanks specifically to those who have reviewed my story as it is you who keep me going, and to those of you who haven't reviewed yet, please do as it really helps me to know just exactly how many people are reading my work. Thanks!
Chapter Five: Betrayal Of The Heart
***
The group knew that something was definetly wrong as soon as they drew close to the main building of the Umbrella establishment. "No guards", Chris remarked cautiously, "Somethings up". Indeed as soon as they made their way carefully through the main doors of the facility all they were met with was the overpowering sound of eerie silence (as silence can speak volumes to a person). They stepped into what appeared to be the main reception area. Brightly lit it was also curiously covered in a fine layer of dust. "Chris, I don't think we should split up until we set up a safe room" Jill said seeking his approval. "Yeah" he answer nodding, "We best check out this room first though" he added.
Each of them then began to vigourously inspect the room, looking for clues, and it wasn't long before something, or rather someone, was discovered. "Er guys" Rebecca called quietly behind the reception counter, "You should really see this". Claire was nearest and was first to reach Rebecca, however as soon as she did she began to wish she hadn't. Once again she felt the familiar feeling of her stomach lurching. Staring back at her with lifeless glazed over eyes was a blonde woman, probably a receptionist. The woman was approximatly 20 something, Claire automaticly calculated, and she realised with renewed familiar horror, her death had been due to the horrific injuries she had sustained. Her body had been slashed by what appeared to be claw marks and her neck snapped. "What is it?" Chris asked with excitement as he came running behind them. He stopped short as he inspected the scene in front of him and realisation dawned, "Oh God...not again" he muttered.
Rebecca recovering first, knelt down to preform a closer examination of the body, as the rest of the group watched. Formerly being a medical officer for the STARS department, she had aquired limited morticianary skills both in her training and largely as a result of the mansion incident. "She could have been killed any time in the last 24 hours, due to the state of the blood and her body", Rebecca remarked grimly, "However my personal opinion is that it is likely to have been in the last 12 hours, possibly 8 or 9 at least, I can't make a more accurate evaluation without the help of forensics". She took a moment to breathe and to try and stop the emotion bubling inside of her. Then she continued, medical training taking over "The slash marks on her torso of course suggests an animals claw. It also appears that it was disturbed before it could begin its digestion of her". Again she stopped emotion returning to her voice "..I think we're dealing with a hunter guys"
***
Elsewhere Alfred Ashford was observing the happenings on surveilliance screens. "Well Albert what do you think?" he asked questioningly.
"About what? and don't call me that" Wesker replied, trying to look as cool and composed as he possibly could, at least while she was nearby.
"Firstly I'll call you what I like, I'm the boss. And secondly I was talking about Miss Redfield, doesn't she look pretty tonight?" the blonde answered with a smirk.
"Don't Fuck with me Ashford" Wesker snapped, once again losing his cool.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. We can tell you were alley born and bred can't we?, and I was rather hoping we would be on a first name basis by now Albert." Alfred answered, not even trying to hide the sarcasm in his voice. Wesker merely said nothing, he couldn't be bothered to raise an argument. He couldn't think properly either...not with her around. He felt familiar feelings coming back inside, but willed himself to ignore them, for them to subside. But he couldn't help but look at the screen, watching her face as she moved, studying its features as emotions played upon it.
"Idiots", Alfred remarked, apparently losing intrest with toying with Wesker. "You would think that at least one of them would notice would you not? No indication of a struggle, no trail of blood, you would think they would at least put two and two together". He paused before continuing, "And to think, they have survived up until now, how embarrassing. They also have yet to find my present for them either... truely terrible" He then added, his voice filled with boredom "Disappointing to say the least". "Well", he sighed ,"I suppose all we can do is wait for them to catch up with us now Albert"
***
It was at that point that Claire, who was closest to the body, noticed the blood cacked letter pretrouding from the womans left pocket. Instinctively she reached out for it and grasped it, feeling an object also that was wrapped inside of it. "What is it Claire" Chris asked his attention brought back from gazing around the room by the sound his sister was making. "Oh my" Claire said, ignoring here brothers question firstly, her face screwed up slightly in disgust, "It's written in blood". Then realising her brothers request she answered "I think...I think its a memo or a letter, and a key" as she for the first time noticed the small silver key shining as she unfolded the letter completely. Without any prompting from the group she immediately began reading from it,
"To whoever finds my body,
If you are reading this
then I am almost certianly dead. I really don't know what happened, firstly an emergancy warning light came on and than that animal jumped me. It happened so fast. It just ran at me with those dagger claws and punctured my skin like I was a paper bag. Then it was distracted and left me, although I wish it had not. Now I have been left here to die slowly and painfully, but that is not your concern. The key I have enclosed is the armory key. If you are looking for any survivors or you want to have any chance against these beasts you must go there.
A.A"
The group were silent for a moment with only Leon remarking "That poor, poor woman". Chris sensed, not for the first time sensed that the group needed leadership. Pushing his own emotions to the side as had become expected of him he began organising them. "Well the armory seems our safest bet, we best go" he paused to look at the map on the wall before adding "It's directly along this corridor along with a control room" The rest of the group silently nodded. They cautiously exited the room with all but one member blissfully unaware of what they were about to be drawn into.
Each with a handgun at the ready made their way uneventfully down the corridor, each any moment expecting a zombie to jump them. Finally the small group reached the end of the colossal corridor, relieved and tense. "Here we go" Chris said as Claire passed him the key she was still holding tightly, "Be ready" he added. The door swung open rather smoothly as if recently used. It opened onto a small corridor like room with a single door at the end. All of the group breathed a small sigh of relief a they saw the empty room. However this was not to last. As the group piled into the room and the door shut behind them, an electonic noise loudly sounded as the door was remotely locked. "What the Hell?" Chris remarked, as each person turned to the door. Hurriedly and anxiously he tried the door, practically ripping at the door handle in is haste to get out...no such luck. He continued for a while, willing and hoping, but to no avail. With a shrug an a defeated sigh all he do was say "I guess all we can do now is go on" Slowly he walked over the room to the far door, which opened smoothly as he pulled the handle.
The door opened into a darkend room with a large computer screen providing the rooms light. Dotted around the room were several panels apparently controling different parts of the base. Quickly and cautiously each member followed Chris as he made his way to the main computer. It was then they realised that they weren't alone.
Behind each of them a familiar voice to at least some of the groups members mockingly cried out "Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. Chris Redfield and his mottly crew of do gooders. Chris turned towards the voice already knowing who it belong to. "Wesker what the hell are you doing here", he question angrily and anxiously.
"What no hello? No how have you been Wesker? Chris you have no idea how this pains me...and I thought we were friends" Wesker said feinging hurt
"We never were friends. I'd never befiend a bastard like you. Why the hell are you he-" Chris was interrupted as another person emerged from within the shadows "Mister Redfield", it purred, "I do believe that Alberts presence here is just the tip of the suprises that are to be in store for you". He paused thinking "But first thing is first. I must really congratlate you, agent Oliveira for your successful mission in bringing these troublesome pests to me".
Each member of the group hurriedly looked back at the man standing behind them "Carlos?" Jill quietly demanded "What is he talking about?"
***
a/n Well thats chapter 5 down. Okay input time here people. In later chapters I'm going to separate groups of characters up independant of others (don't ask me how)i.e Claire and Wesker will be flung together and be separate from the rest. However I could do with help in regards to the remaining characters. Help me by telling me who they should be paired up with. This I believe will be advantagous to the story really in two ways. Firstly it will help bring C/W closer together and build a relationship for them. Secondly it allows me to concentrate on specific characters who, up until now, haven't really had much to say in the story (as its a bit hard to share diologue out between 8 people and expect it to go anywhere). This isn't going to happen for another chapter at least so I'm giving you people time to think it over. So if you have any ideas on who would be best to put together please put it in the review section.
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 Finally I'm into double figures!!! I say that but the fic hasn't even been up a week. Thanks guys is all I can say!! And the reviews themselves are just flattering. 'Elusive plot', 'just continue', I'm really not worth such comments. I, nor my ego, am not going to complain however. Thanks specifically to those who have reviewed my story as it is you who keep me going, and to those of you who haven't reviewed yet, please do as it really helps me to know just exactly how many people are reading my work. Thanks!
Chapter Five: Betrayal Of The Heart
***
The group knew that something was definetly wrong as soon as they drew close to the main building of the Umbrella establishment. "No guards", Chris remarked cautiously, "Somethings up". Indeed as soon as they made their way carefully through the main doors of the facility all they were met with was the overpowering sound of eerie silence (as silence can speak volumes to a person). They stepped into what appeared to be the main reception area. Brightly lit it was also curiously covered in a fine layer of dust. "Chris, I don't think we should split up until we set up a safe room" Jill said seeking his approval. "Yeah" he answer nodding, "We best check out this room first though" he added.
Each of them then began to vigourously inspect the room, looking for clues, and it wasn't long before something, or rather someone, was discovered. "Er guys" Rebecca called quietly behind the reception counter, "You should really see this". Claire was nearest and was first to reach Rebecca, however as soon as she did she began to wish she hadn't. Once again she felt the familiar feeling of her stomach lurching. Staring back at her with lifeless glazed over eyes was a blonde woman, probably a receptionist. The woman was approximatly 20 something, Claire automaticly calculated, and she realised with renewed familiar horror, her death had been due to the horrific injuries she had sustained. Her body had been slashed by what appeared to be claw marks and her neck snapped. "What is it?" Chris asked with excitement as he came running behind them. He stopped short as he inspected the scene in front of him and realisation dawned, "Oh God...not again" he muttered.
Rebecca recovering first, knelt down to preform a closer examination of the body, as the rest of the group watched. Formerly being a medical officer for the STARS department, she had aquired limited morticianary skills both in her training and largely as a result of the mansion incident. "She could have been killed any time in the last 24 hours, due to the state of the blood and her body", Rebecca remarked grimly, "However my personal opinion is that it is likely to have been in the last 12 hours, possibly 8 or 9 at least, I can't make a more accurate evaluation without the help of forensics". She took a moment to breathe and to try and stop the emotion bubling inside of her. Then she continued, medical training taking over "The slash marks on her torso of course suggests an animals claw. It also appears that it was disturbed before it could begin its digestion of her". Again she stopped emotion returning to her voice "..I think we're dealing with a hunter guys"
***
Elsewhere Alfred Ashford was observing the happenings on surveilliance screens. "Well Albert what do you think?" he asked questioningly.
"About what? and don't call me that" Wesker replied, trying to look as cool and composed as he possibly could, at least while she was nearby.
"Firstly I'll call you what I like, I'm the boss. And secondly I was talking about Miss Redfield, doesn't she look pretty tonight?" the blonde answered with a smirk.
"Don't Fuck with me Ashford" Wesker snapped, once again losing his cool.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. We can tell you were alley born and bred can't we?, and I was rather hoping we would be on a first name basis by now Albert." Alfred answered, not even trying to hide the sarcasm in his voice. Wesker merely said nothing, he couldn't be bothered to raise an argument. He couldn't think properly either...not with her around. He felt familiar feelings coming back inside, but willed himself to ignore them, for them to subside. But he couldn't help but look at the screen, watching her face as she moved, studying its features as emotions played upon it.
"Idiots", Alfred remarked, apparently losing intrest with toying with Wesker. "You would think that at least one of them would notice would you not? No indication of a struggle, no trail of blood, you would think they would at least put two and two together". He paused before continuing, "And to think, they have survived up until now, how embarrassing. They also have yet to find my present for them either... truely terrible" He then added, his voice filled with boredom "Disappointing to say the least". "Well", he sighed ,"I suppose all we can do is wait for them to catch up with us now Albert"
***
It was at that point that Claire, who was closest to the body, noticed the blood cacked letter pretrouding from the womans left pocket. Instinctively she reached out for it and grasped it, feeling an object also that was wrapped inside of it. "What is it Claire" Chris asked his attention brought back from gazing around the room by the sound his sister was making. "Oh my" Claire said, ignoring here brothers question firstly, her face screwed up slightly in disgust, "It's written in blood". Then realising her brothers request she answered "I think...I think its a memo or a letter, and a key" as she for the first time noticed the small silver key shining as she unfolded the letter completely. Without any prompting from the group she immediately began reading from it,
"To whoever finds my body,
If you are reading this
then I am almost certianly dead. I really don't know what happened, firstly an emergancy warning light came on and than that animal jumped me. It happened so fast. It just ran at me with those dagger claws and punctured my skin like I was a paper bag. Then it was distracted and left me, although I wish it had not. Now I have been left here to die slowly and painfully, but that is not your concern. The key I have enclosed is the armory key. If you are looking for any survivors or you want to have any chance against these beasts you must go there.
A.A"
The group were silent for a moment with only Leon remarking "That poor, poor woman". Chris sensed, not for the first time sensed that the group needed leadership. Pushing his own emotions to the side as had become expected of him he began organising them. "Well the armory seems our safest bet, we best go" he paused to look at the map on the wall before adding "It's directly along this corridor along with a control room" The rest of the group silently nodded. They cautiously exited the room with all but one member blissfully unaware of what they were about to be drawn into.
Each with a handgun at the ready made their way uneventfully down the corridor, each any moment expecting a zombie to jump them. Finally the small group reached the end of the colossal corridor, relieved and tense. "Here we go" Chris said as Claire passed him the key she was still holding tightly, "Be ready" he added. The door swung open rather smoothly as if recently used. It opened onto a small corridor like room with a single door at the end. All of the group breathed a small sigh of relief a they saw the empty room. However this was not to last. As the group piled into the room and the door shut behind them, an electonic noise loudly sounded as the door was remotely locked. "What the Hell?" Chris remarked, as each person turned to the door. Hurriedly and anxiously he tried the door, practically ripping at the door handle in is haste to get out...no such luck. He continued for a while, willing and hoping, but to no avail. With a shrug an a defeated sigh all he do was say "I guess all we can do now is go on" Slowly he walked over the room to the far door, which opened smoothly as he pulled the handle.
The door opened into a darkend room with a large computer screen providing the rooms light. Dotted around the room were several panels apparently controling different parts of the base. Quickly and cautiously each member followed Chris as he made his way to the main computer. It was then they realised that they weren't alone.
Behind each of them a familiar voice to at least some of the groups members mockingly cried out "Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. Chris Redfield and his mottly crew of do gooders. Chris turned towards the voice already knowing who it belong to. "Wesker what the hell are you doing here", he question angrily and anxiously.
"What no hello? No how have you been Wesker? Chris you have no idea how this pains me...and I thought we were friends" Wesker said feinging hurt
"We never were friends. I'd never befiend a bastard like you. Why the hell are you he-" Chris was interrupted as another person emerged from within the shadows "Mister Redfield", it purred, "I do believe that Alberts presence here is just the tip of the suprises that are to be in store for you". He paused thinking "But first thing is first. I must really congratlate you, agent Oliveira for your successful mission in bringing these troublesome pests to me".
Each member of the group hurriedly looked back at the man standing behind them "Carlos?" Jill quietly demanded "What is he talking about?"
***
a/n Well thats chapter 5 down. Okay input time here people. In later chapters I'm going to separate groups of characters up independant of others (don't ask me how)i.e Claire and Wesker will be flung together and be separate from the rest. However I could do with help in regards to the remaining characters. Help me by telling me who they should be paired up with. This I believe will be advantagous to the story really in two ways. Firstly it will help bring C/W closer together and build a relationship for them. Secondly it allows me to concentrate on specific characters who, up until now, haven't really had much to say in the story (as its a bit hard to share diologue out between 8 people and expect it to go anywhere). This isn't going to happen for another chapter at least so I'm giving you people time to think it over. So if you have any ideas on who would be best to put together please put it in the review section.
Dan