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 Okay people I've finally decided where my story is heading. HazordusRaptor, thanks for the little push in the right direction, I needed it. I've decided that as this is a C/W fic I must remain true to my roots and concentrate on them really sort of exclusively. However not being one to dissapoint I have also decided that, pending this fic finishing and going down well, I may do other fics on what exactly happened to the other characters after the separation i.e storylines on how they escaped,
So people I hope that's going to keep you happy, at least for now. For C/W to finally be thrown together I'm going to have use this chapter to accomplish exactly that...so be patient and don't complain.
Also in other news my fic has finally been up for a week (however by the time I post this it will be a day over) and it has rather suprised me just how many reviews I've got, and I've realised with shock that I've actualy got people to keep happy. P.S This is my first fic so remember, if I screw up I'm allowed to, okay?
Note- "Denotes speach
*Denotes thoughts
Chapter Seven: Alexia's Anger
Alexias blue eyes fluttered open as the world outside of them once again came into view. She breathed slowly within the chamber as the need for air became neccessary. She spent the first few moments of her new lease of life teaching herself exactly how to breathe, talk and move, things which the body had forgotten in its long absence of her. As she became more used to being back in the living world she began to take notice of her surroundings. Firstly she noticed the room, white, bleached and clinicaly. And also as she became more concsious she felt past memories and feelings come back to her, slowly as if needing time to sink back in. For a small moment she was completely calm and at ease, like a child without a single worry in the world, as she once again began to enjoy the gift of life. But that was only for a moment and within a split second the complete Alexia returned back to her body and mind, and with that the anger was unleashed.
Deeply embedded inside her she could feel the knowledge that had hurt her most of all, her brother had failed her. She didn't know exactly why she knew it, but she did and all she felt was rage for it. Deep, cold anger she could feel, rooted right in the depths of her soul. She neither questioned nor ignored it, the instinct was far too great. *It had been his fault*, a voice told her, *his fault she'd failed, and he'd be the one to pay for it all*. Prehaps crazed from the effects of the virus or just plain insane she was, as she began deciding her loving brothers fate. Even now, so soon after the repair of her body, she could feel her power coming back. She could feel it rising within her, poised and ready to strike, she was ready.
With a scream of pure rage she pounded at the solid glass, breaking it in one strike as her hand made contact with it. It shattered into thousands of pieces as it rained all over the floor tiles. Then, like a wounded animal, she leapt for the door oblivious to all but her anger.
She knew exactly where she was going as she stumbled along the corridor, blind with fury. The base layout was somehow firmly planted within her mind, along with each and every room and item within it. She knew the room she was looking for when she found it, something just clicked in her now warped mind. *Room 29, WR, exactly what brother needs*. She smiled as she walked into the large room and again as she saw what she was loking for inside a case at the side of the room. *Not too powerful, not enough to kill him, thats for later*. Slowly she picked up the small object, playing it around in her fingers. *Just enough for it to start* she thought happily as she walked away. She planned on putting on a show for him, one to bring the house, or rather base, down quiet literaly. However the actual killing of her brother would be at the hands of the guests of honour, not her, at least not directly. She gave a brief cold laugh as she walked towards the biohazard prototype storage room..*Brother shall pay for his mistake*.
***
Back in the 'armary room' of the base Wesker was feeling a lot better. The short 'chat' he'd had with Chris had served to refuel his hate for him. *It was just a phase, a moment of weakness* he thought happily, *and now that he's here I can feel like my old self again. I can feel the old me, the real me (?) coming back. The hate, the detstment as I look at him..God it feels so good, I feel so alive..so me*. He wasn't even paying much attention to the conversation, just watching him...and ignoring her. *Maybe thats it*, he thought wildly, *Maybe the only reason I even looked at her was because it would hurt him, destroy him*. With those thoughts and in an effor to prove to himself that he indeed felt nothing for Claire he willed himself to look at her face. He risked a glance at her as she was observing the scene that was playing out before her. He looked at her face, at her hair, at her eyes, each time wishing not to feel anything however his hopes were in vain. As he looked at he did indeed feel something for her, but now he mistook this feeling for something else. *The only thing I feel for her is the desire to use her in order to get to him*, he thought trying to convince himself. However suddenly he was woken from his musings as heard Alfred shift his tone of voice.
"Well really I have had quite enough of this. There is no point in you arguing about it as it is not going to make the slightist bit of difference, as none of you are going to leave this place alive", he laughed as the news took affect as it went around the room. "I mean none of you thought I would let you go, did you", he asked as his eyes darted around the room. "Especially you Mister Redfield, you damaged my dear beloved sister, you I want most of all. You will be the lucky one, the one to stay alive until she comes around..whilst your commrades perish", he began laughing.
Chris interrupted him, the fear quiet clear upon his face, "You mean she's alive?", he asked in utter disbelief.
Alfred then gave a long laugh, as if hearing a joke before he replied, "Oh yes, we Ashfords are like phoenix's or did you not know that?, We rise from the ashes stronger and even more determined to accomplish our will". "However", he continued, "the longer you live the more you learn Mister Redfield, and as you, along with all your 'friends', will soon be deceased there is little point in you asking me anything else or me telling you for that matter, do you not agree?". He glanced at Chris who had his gun cocked at him "I think not", Chris said firmly, never lowering his trusty Glock.
"Tut, tut, tut" Alfred sighed as he spoke (i.e didn't sound) the words "Is your knowledge of the brainchild of Umbrella so limited? You could shoot at me at me and indeed it would hurt, but really kill me you would not. My body would slowly repair itself after all its part of its purpose. In comparrision though, a clean clear shot would kill you, and your friends too for that matter. However if you obey me then the longer you and your friends stand the chance of living", he smiled superiorly, "You really have no choice".
With a look of pure defeat on his face Chris dropped his gun to the floor and motioned for the others to do the same. There was a small clang as each fell to the floor, then Alfred instructed "Albert pick those up and put them on the table over there", he indicated a small table on the far side of the room, "but keep the glock", he added. "I
believe that I should reward you Mister Redfield for you ingenuity", he then added menacingly "Albert you know what to do". Weskers heart skipped a beat as he realised what Alfred had asked him to do. *I can do it*, he told himself, *I've done it to other people, I can do it to her, after all thats what she is, just another person*. Slowly he raised the gun towards the younger Redfield, but then paused, feeling for the first time something close to guilt, in regards to what he was about to do. "Do it" Alfred repeated slowly, "Shoot her and avenge your own feelings as well". However before anyone could react a thunderous voice rebounded around the facility.
"WARNING. THE SECURITY IN THE BIOHAZARD PROTOTYPE STORAGE ROOM HAS BEEN BREACHED. EVACUATE IMMEDIATLY. REPEAT EVACUATE IMMEDIATLY. WARN-"
"What the hell" Wesker muttered as the voice was cut short from the rooms speakers. From the look of it Alfred was just as much in the dark as everyone else. However they did not have long to wait for an answer as a separate electronic door opened in the far corner of the room.
At first nobody within the room reconised the figure as she stepped into the room, that was until she stepped into a patch of light and Alexia was unveiled. A small gasp went up in the room as each set of eyes looked at her. Alfred was the first to recover from the shock. "My dear Alexia, your awak-", he was cut short by Alexia.
"Brother you have failed me", her tone was unemotional and to the point, "and you know what happens to an Ashford who fails another. They are outcasted from the family and permently discontinued"
Alfred turned white shakily he spoke, "But Alexia, I have brought him, I've brought all of them, for you"
"Irrelevent brother. You know the rules. In reconition of your past service however I am prepared to give you a chance. Survive the test and you prove yourself as an Ashford and I will allow you to be reaccepted into the family and to live". "However", she continued, "as you have brought company you must be the sole survivor of the test"
"But Alexia, how can I? I have no weapons" Alfred looked as pale as death himself as he spoke.
"That is not my problem, that is yours, a true Ashford will have no probem. However I think it is wise to say our parting words now as it is unlikely that you will survive th eexperience. Good bye brother".
With those words she tossed the small quantity of explosive powder into the middle of the room. Everyone within the room reacted with in a split second of it landing, running in all directions for cover, that was except for two people. A transfixed Alfred Ashford just stood gazing at Alexia, seemingly unaware of the explosive bag that was several feet from him. The other person was Claire, frozen in fear as she looked at Alexia, a woman she had history with. "Good bye brother", she repeated as she hurled the flame from her hand at the explosive bag.
Then the room burst into flames, as flash and the deafening sound ripped through the room, and it began to collapse. Wesker who was as far away from the explosive as possible was first to see the masonary that was crumbling, on the brink of collapse, above the nearby Claire's head. Not caring and not thinking he ran towards her, using his superior speed an agility to do so before anyone else could. Wrapping his arms around her he began bringing her to the ground as both the ceiling and floor of the facility began to collapse inwards on all of the inhabitants of the room.
"Good bye brother"
***
a/n Well thats chapter 7. It had a bit of the c/w storyline in it so don't complain. The next chapter sees them alone and together, so don't complain In regards to reviews, etc you know what to do
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 Okay people I've finally decided where my story is heading. HazordusRaptor, thanks for the little push in the right direction, I needed it. I've decided that as this is a C/W fic I must remain true to my roots and concentrate on them really sort of exclusively. However not being one to dissapoint I have also decided that, pending this fic finishing and going down well, I may do other fics on what exactly happened to the other characters after the separation i.e storylines on how they escaped,
So people I hope that's going to keep you happy, at least for now. For C/W to finally be thrown together I'm going to have use this chapter to accomplish exactly that...so be patient and don't complain.
Also in other news my fic has finally been up for a week (however by the time I post this it will be a day over) and it has rather suprised me just how many reviews I've got, and I've realised with shock that I've actualy got people to keep happy. P.S This is my first fic so remember, if I screw up I'm allowed to, okay?
Note- "Denotes speach
*Denotes thoughts
Chapter Seven: Alexia's Anger
Alexias blue eyes fluttered open as the world outside of them once again came into view. She breathed slowly within the chamber as the need for air became neccessary. She spent the first few moments of her new lease of life teaching herself exactly how to breathe, talk and move, things which the body had forgotten in its long absence of her. As she became more used to being back in the living world she began to take notice of her surroundings. Firstly she noticed the room, white, bleached and clinicaly. And also as she became more concsious she felt past memories and feelings come back to her, slowly as if needing time to sink back in. For a small moment she was completely calm and at ease, like a child without a single worry in the world, as she once again began to enjoy the gift of life. But that was only for a moment and within a split second the complete Alexia returned back to her body and mind, and with that the anger was unleashed.
Deeply embedded inside her she could feel the knowledge that had hurt her most of all, her brother had failed her. She didn't know exactly why she knew it, but she did and all she felt was rage for it. Deep, cold anger she could feel, rooted right in the depths of her soul. She neither questioned nor ignored it, the instinct was far too great. *It had been his fault*, a voice told her, *his fault she'd failed, and he'd be the one to pay for it all*. Prehaps crazed from the effects of the virus or just plain insane she was, as she began deciding her loving brothers fate. Even now, so soon after the repair of her body, she could feel her power coming back. She could feel it rising within her, poised and ready to strike, she was ready.
With a scream of pure rage she pounded at the solid glass, breaking it in one strike as her hand made contact with it. It shattered into thousands of pieces as it rained all over the floor tiles. Then, like a wounded animal, she leapt for the door oblivious to all but her anger.
She knew exactly where she was going as she stumbled along the corridor, blind with fury. The base layout was somehow firmly planted within her mind, along with each and every room and item within it. She knew the room she was looking for when she found it, something just clicked in her now warped mind. *Room 29, WR, exactly what brother needs*. She smiled as she walked into the large room and again as she saw what she was loking for inside a case at the side of the room. *Not too powerful, not enough to kill him, thats for later*. Slowly she picked up the small object, playing it around in her fingers. *Just enough for it to start* she thought happily as she walked away. She planned on putting on a show for him, one to bring the house, or rather base, down quiet literaly. However the actual killing of her brother would be at the hands of the guests of honour, not her, at least not directly. She gave a brief cold laugh as she walked towards the biohazard prototype storage room..*Brother shall pay for his mistake*.
***
Back in the 'armary room' of the base Wesker was feeling a lot better. The short 'chat' he'd had with Chris had served to refuel his hate for him. *It was just a phase, a moment of weakness* he thought happily, *and now that he's here I can feel like my old self again. I can feel the old me, the real me (?) coming back. The hate, the detstment as I look at him..God it feels so good, I feel so alive..so me*. He wasn't even paying much attention to the conversation, just watching him...and ignoring her. *Maybe thats it*, he thought wildly, *Maybe the only reason I even looked at her was because it would hurt him, destroy him*. With those thoughts and in an effor to prove to himself that he indeed felt nothing for Claire he willed himself to look at her face. He risked a glance at her as she was observing the scene that was playing out before her. He looked at her face, at her hair, at her eyes, each time wishing not to feel anything however his hopes were in vain. As he looked at he did indeed feel something for her, but now he mistook this feeling for something else. *The only thing I feel for her is the desire to use her in order to get to him*, he thought trying to convince himself. However suddenly he was woken from his musings as heard Alfred shift his tone of voice.
"Well really I have had quite enough of this. There is no point in you arguing about it as it is not going to make the slightist bit of difference, as none of you are going to leave this place alive", he laughed as the news took affect as it went around the room. "I mean none of you thought I would let you go, did you", he asked as his eyes darted around the room. "Especially you Mister Redfield, you damaged my dear beloved sister, you I want most of all. You will be the lucky one, the one to stay alive until she comes around..whilst your commrades perish", he began laughing.
Chris interrupted him, the fear quiet clear upon his face, "You mean she's alive?", he asked in utter disbelief.
Alfred then gave a long laugh, as if hearing a joke before he replied, "Oh yes, we Ashfords are like phoenix's or did you not know that?, We rise from the ashes stronger and even more determined to accomplish our will". "However", he continued, "the longer you live the more you learn Mister Redfield, and as you, along with all your 'friends', will soon be deceased there is little point in you asking me anything else or me telling you for that matter, do you not agree?". He glanced at Chris who had his gun cocked at him "I think not", Chris said firmly, never lowering his trusty Glock.
"Tut, tut, tut" Alfred sighed as he spoke (i.e didn't sound) the words "Is your knowledge of the brainchild of Umbrella so limited? You could shoot at me at me and indeed it would hurt, but really kill me you would not. My body would slowly repair itself after all its part of its purpose. In comparrision though, a clean clear shot would kill you, and your friends too for that matter. However if you obey me then the longer you and your friends stand the chance of living", he smiled superiorly, "You really have no choice".
With a look of pure defeat on his face Chris dropped his gun to the floor and motioned for the others to do the same. There was a small clang as each fell to the floor, then Alfred instructed "Albert pick those up and put them on the table over there", he indicated a small table on the far side of the room, "but keep the glock", he added. "I
believe that I should reward you Mister Redfield for you ingenuity", he then added menacingly "Albert you know what to do". Weskers heart skipped a beat as he realised what Alfred had asked him to do. *I can do it*, he told himself, *I've done it to other people, I can do it to her, after all thats what she is, just another person*. Slowly he raised the gun towards the younger Redfield, but then paused, feeling for the first time something close to guilt, in regards to what he was about to do. "Do it" Alfred repeated slowly, "Shoot her and avenge your own feelings as well". However before anyone could react a thunderous voice rebounded around the facility.
"WARNING. THE SECURITY IN THE BIOHAZARD PROTOTYPE STORAGE ROOM HAS BEEN BREACHED. EVACUATE IMMEDIATLY. REPEAT EVACUATE IMMEDIATLY. WARN-"
"What the hell" Wesker muttered as the voice was cut short from the rooms speakers. From the look of it Alfred was just as much in the dark as everyone else. However they did not have long to wait for an answer as a separate electronic door opened in the far corner of the room.
At first nobody within the room reconised the figure as she stepped into the room, that was until she stepped into a patch of light and Alexia was unveiled. A small gasp went up in the room as each set of eyes looked at her. Alfred was the first to recover from the shock. "My dear Alexia, your awak-", he was cut short by Alexia.
"Brother you have failed me", her tone was unemotional and to the point, "and you know what happens to an Ashford who fails another. They are outcasted from the family and permently discontinued"
Alfred turned white shakily he spoke, "But Alexia, I have brought him, I've brought all of them, for you"
"Irrelevent brother. You know the rules. In reconition of your past service however I am prepared to give you a chance. Survive the test and you prove yourself as an Ashford and I will allow you to be reaccepted into the family and to live". "However", she continued, "as you have brought company you must be the sole survivor of the test"
"But Alexia, how can I? I have no weapons" Alfred looked as pale as death himself as he spoke.
"That is not my problem, that is yours, a true Ashford will have no probem. However I think it is wise to say our parting words now as it is unlikely that you will survive th eexperience. Good bye brother".
With those words she tossed the small quantity of explosive powder into the middle of the room. Everyone within the room reacted with in a split second of it landing, running in all directions for cover, that was except for two people. A transfixed Alfred Ashford just stood gazing at Alexia, seemingly unaware of the explosive bag that was several feet from him. The other person was Claire, frozen in fear as she looked at Alexia, a woman she had history with. "Good bye brother", she repeated as she hurled the flame from her hand at the explosive bag.
Then the room burst into flames, as flash and the deafening sound ripped through the room, and it began to collapse. Wesker who was as far away from the explosive as possible was first to see the masonary that was crumbling, on the brink of collapse, above the nearby Claire's head. Not caring and not thinking he ran towards her, using his superior speed an agility to do so before anyone else could. Wrapping his arms around her he began bringing her to the ground as both the ceiling and floor of the facility began to collapse inwards on all of the inhabitants of the room.
"Good bye brother"
***
a/n Well thats chapter 7. It had a bit of the c/w storyline in it so don't complain. The next chapter sees them alone and together, so don't complain In regards to reviews, etc you know what to do