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 another chapter finally loaded up, I know its been a while (although its only been just other a week). Although I do like to update regularly know I'm back at school I can't as often. However to compensate I've made this chapter longer so don't complain. Thanks for the reviews, once again they've been wonderful and inspirational (I've got passed the page mark (i.e 25 reviews, *yay*). I'm also going to try and R/R the authors who have reviewed my story as I only think it's fair, but anyway on with the story.
Chapter Nine: Hate, Pity And Weakness
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"What do you mean?" Claire said, looking bewildered as she spoke.
"Exactly what I said", Wesker replied slowly, smiling as he did so. "This place is going to be blown halfway to hell by the time I'm through with it". He looked directly at her and then added, "I never, ever take on a mission without a little insurance policy to guarantee my survival Claire, you should know that by now, it's how come after all that I'm still alive". He then nodded at the door of the small room, indicating for her to get up off of the chair she was sat in and follow him. However Claire just sat there shaking her own head. "I don't believe this" she said with a disgusted look on her face, "Don't you trust anyone Wesker, ever? What a sad existence you must live in".
"And you would trust one of those crazed twins?" he said with a smirk on
his lips.
"You know what I'm talking about Wesker", she spat the words out as if poison as she looked at him.
"Oh your talking about the mansion incident again?. You know you really shouldn't be living in the past Claire. And it has nothing to do with you anyway". He replied, a smile creeping back upon on his lips. ^She's so beautiful^ he thought as he gazed at her.
"It has everything to do with me, it was my brother, it was your team- mates. They trusted you and you led them to their deaths, how could you?. I'd rather die the most painful death possible than become like you, to do what you have done". *How can he be so heartless? How can he have no remorse for what he has done to others?*
"You know Claire flattery will get you everywhere" Wesker said with a superior smile on his face, "And at least I will live on instead of fighting a war I can't even hope to win, like you are. Your nothing more than a group of vigilantes who believe they can make a difference. And don't give me any of that self-righteous shit either, you can't stop Umbrella, you can't make a difference".
"You think I care about odds Wesker? I don't, I fight for what I believe in. At least I'm not a quitter like you, you took the easy way out after all. And at least when I do die I will do so with honour not as a coward like you" Claire gave him a cold, dark stare as she spoke.
"You and your pathetic code of honour" Wesker said laughing "That stuff belongs back in the middle ages not in the world of today". He paused and fixed his gaze on her, "You really don't get it do you? Everyone will turn their backs on you...everyone, no matter how moralistic and forth right they may be, each and every person has their price, fighting to protect others won't get you anywhere, it only leads to death" ^I should know after all, people can never be trusted, they only let you down^.
"It's you who doesn't get it Wesker", Claire held the gaze as she spoke, "You of all people should know that when it comes down to it, Chris at least would never betray me, he'd die for me as I would for him". *He's wrong, he's wrong, he has to be wrong..doesn't he?...Otherwise what's the point in living?*.
"Yes you two are very close, aren't you?" Wesker looked away for a second as his smile widened and he repeated "Very close".
Claire instantly got what he was getting at. Quickly and instinctively she raised her hand to slap him with. However Wesker saw the movement out of the corner of his eye and, taking advantage of his increased reaction time, speed and agility, he put his own arm up to stop hers. Then anger taking once again over him, he pulled her up from the chair and pushed her on to the bed next to it. Holding her in place he said angrily "Don't even try it". ^God she looks so beautiful lying here. I could have her right now and she couldn't stop me. Perhaps it would be worth it after all it would devastate him, not to mention her*. Indeed a part of him did want to give into natures' most primal of instincts and have her right there and then as she was before him, helpless and at his mercy. Another part of him still wanted to kill her, after all she was Redfields' sister. But a small yet surprisingly powerful part of him couldn't, wouldn't do that. ^My sense of humanity's still there then^ he thought wistfully for a second, and then he rationalised. ^It's only because she's more useful alive than dead^, he told himself. "Now get up and follow me and don't you ever try that again. You may be able to take on those degenerate freaks (i.e zombies) but there is no way you can ever take me on, so don't bother".
This time Claire complied with his demand and got up of the bed, but was far from phased by his outburst. "Why the hell do you still need me around Wesker?" she asked angrily.
Wesker himself then froze for a moment before regaining his composure. ^Why do I want her around so much?^. "Claire if you weren't useful to me you'd be dead by now, you should know that's the way I work. The only reason I need you for is bargaining later".
Claire echoed his last word, "Bargaining?", she said questioning him.
"Of course Claire", he replied with one of his usual smiles, "I hate to admit it but Chris is one of the best I have ever seen. He's very likely to survive this ambush and your his weakness. Undoubtedly there will be a means of escape either in or around this base and there is a possibility your brother will get to it first, but he won't leave without you. And I plan on surviving Claire, that's what I am, a survivor. You will be my means of doing so, I will bargain your life for my escape. Does that answer your question?". He stopped for a second waiting for a response, he got none, so he continued "Now follow me". And this time Claire did indeed follow him out in to the corridors of the underground base, and also into the unknown.
***
Not far from the two, someone, or rather something, was beginning the hunt for its prey. Slowly it walked along the rooms of the plant looking, hunting, searching for the two. Its thoughts, feelings and emotions all by now had been eradicated and had instead been replaced by the intense detestment it felt for the pair. Within its mind eye, even now, it could see them, the pair and its names were the only thoughts present in its brain. "Redfield....Wesker", it rasped as it too walked along the facilities corridors. "Redfield....Wesker..."
***
As the two walked silently along the dim lit corridor Wesker was, as usual, deep in thought. ^I've just had the longest conversation that I can ever remember having during these past few years^ he thought reflectively, ^...but then again, how many years has it been?. I can't even begin to remember any other time that comes close. I mean I know we argued, but still, I've never talked with anyone so much, so passionately, usually nothing rouses me into a talking with anybody, ever. No matter how abusive or provoking they may be, usually I can't bare to give them the time of day, ...but not her. Why must it be with her though?..why is she so different? I shouldn't feel like this...I'm weak, pathetic really...but still, I feel...different when I'm with her^.
Like Wesker Claire was also in thought but her thoughts were very different in comparison to his. *How the hell am I going to get out of here alive?* she wondered silently *Should I make a run for it? But then again how would I get away from him?, he's too strong. If I do get away though I have no chance of survival without him, after all I have no gun, no protection, nothing, and nobody to rely on...apart from him*. As they reached a set of stairs and began to descend them, she decided to speak to him and asked "How are we going to get out of here Wesker". *I hope to God he knows*
"What no cutting remark?, no sarcasm? I'm disappointed Claire but oh well". He paused to look at her *Sarcasm, denial, it helps me keep people at arms length*. "If you must know Claire, first thing we will have to do is pick our way through these crumbling ruins and make our way down to the bottom of this place and then on into the sewers that are connected to it.
"Why are the sewers connected to this place?, I thought Umbrella liked to keep themselves separate from the rest of the world", Claire questioned.
"Oh look the sarcasm is back, what a surprise, it didn't take long", Wesker began, firstly dodging the question. ^There is only one way out now anyway, although it's bloody risky^. He continued "The sewers are directly connected to the beginning of the newer system that starts on the outskirts of the town. We will just follow it and exit there. Hopefully we, or at least I, will make our escape from there. That is how we're getting out of here Claire, is that okay with you?", he asked once again patronisingly. Claire got ready to speak back to Wesker but was interrupted by him "However after interference from that crazed bitch we can't be sure what is now running about down there now, or what was running down there before. After all you don't what those researchers disposed of down there, or how many"
"So this place is just another place to house the Tyrant virus. Another place where you manufacture freaks of nature and play god for your pathetic sense of power". Claire looked at him once again with obvious disgust in her eyes, Wesker did his best to ignore the look.
"You should know, if you'd done your research that is. This facilities purpose was to improve the Tyrant virus and work on effectively creating an ideal hybrid", Wesker said condescendingly.
"You really do believe that the work you do is just that don't you? Your playing with people's lives here. Isn't the destruction you've caused so far not enough?" Claire once again began to lecture him on his principles.
"Firstly Claire in case you haven't noticed, I don't run Umbrella. Secondly don't give me that moralistic bullshit" Wesker began his temper flaring slightly.
"Bullshit?" Claire exclaimed "Is that all you think it is, bullshit?
Ho-", but Claire was interrupted before she could finish by the smell that had struck her.
She detected a faint smell or rather a stench in the air as she walked down the corridor, trying to find its source. Although the smell was faint it was sickeningly familiar to her and she already had an idea as to what it could be. *You don't ever forget a smell like that, God I hope I'm wrong*. It, as predicted, increased as she walked towards it, determined to find its source. It was when she rounded a corner at the end of the long corridor that she was dealt the full force of the now overpowering stench. The smell now became nauseating and Claire began to gag, and her head began to spin slightly but she forced herself to overcome it. This was because the floor before her was densely littered with bodies of all shapes and sizes. All had been eaten to varying degrees, limbs were also strewn across the floor as well as heads, bones and the like. It was impossible to make out the faces of most of the dead, which was perhaps a relief as at least their facial expressions could not be seen. But the worst was yet to come as there before them in the centre of the carnage was one of the biohazard room escapees intently watching them.
The beast stood at over 9 feet tall and was of a rather large build. It appeared to be a rather usual Tyrant, after all it had similar attributes. One difference was an apparent elongated tentacle which protruded from its chest. However the main difference was the face of the beast, which had been vastly different than to those of previous Tyrants. Its face was obviously human, albeit recognisable as a definite, once human face. Although the virus had vastly mutated it, it still remain oddly and eerily the face of a man. However what alarmed Claire the most was the eyes of the beast. The colour was a yellow/black pigment but it was the way they shone that alarmed both of the pair as there was a glimmer of intelligence within them, something that the T virus usually destroyed.
The way it starred at them with eyes that transcended words, transfixed Claire as she stood, clearly it had the upper hand. However Wesker clearly knew better than her "Claire get the hell out of its way" he shouted to her, but it was already too late. In one swift fluid movement the creature ran at her, its claw like arms raised. It charged into her, swiping one of its arms at her as it knocked her to the ground. Claire had not been unable to react in time and so had not been able to shield herself and therefore her chest and arms had taken the blow. As she crumpled to the ground she cried out in pain as the claw marks began to yield blood. The monster though wasn't finished yet, as it suddenly began to make use of its tentacle. In a lightening quick movement it attached its tentacle to Claire's left arm where the wounds were the most severe. There was a squelching sound as the tentacle suckers made contact with Claire's arm. *I'm going to die* Claire thought as she dizzily watched the monster before her *It's going to leech my blood and kill me*. However the mutant did not begin to suck blood with the underside of its tentacle, quite the reverse in fact. Claire felt her whole body burn as it injected something into her bloodstream, she cried out in pain as she felt it.
It was at this point that Wesker reacted to the scene before him. Usually he would have run from a scene like this, but something this time stopped him,...her. With one furious cry he was upon the beast making use of his own enchanted physical properties. The whole of the beasts body shock as Wesker dealt it a series of rapid kicks and blows.
It appeared first of all that Wesker had the upper hand in the fight, however the monster quickly saw to it that this did not last long. With a primal cry of rage it quickly turned to face its adversary, and as it did so raised its mutated arm to strike. Wesker knew what was going to happen but even so he was unable to react in time before the Tyrant brought its arm down to inflict the blow. This time instead of being merely clawed, Wesker felt the beast puncture the skin of his lower left side as it drove its claws into him. The monster was going to make him suffer for his actions, and Wesker knew it. He tried to struggle as the beast retracted its claws from him but was unable to do so, all he felt was numbness. ^Shit^, he thought frantically, his mind being the only thing to work right now, ^That freak must've sedated me^. Indeed he had been injected, via the sharp claws, with a power sedatant and the Tyrant took full advantage of the situation as it slowly got ready to use its tentacle on a new victim. All Wesker could do was watch as the feeler drove home. It attached itself to his side and once again injected poison into a body, something Wesker was unprepared for. His mind screamed in pain as the toxin entered him, he had wanted to cry out loud but was unable to, the sedative was to strong. However although he was numb, it didn't lessen the pain of experience at all, in fact it just made it worse as he was unable to vent his feelings. His whole body burned as the creature continued to pump the liquid into him, his mind was full of pain.
Once the tentacle had performed its function the creature removed it from Wesker's body, a feat that again caused great pain to Wesker as it was torn roughly from his skin. Like Claire he too began contemplating his fate. ^I'm going to die, and so is she* he thought groggily as the Tyrant began its assault once more. Slowly it raised its other arm which, like other parts of him, seemed to be human, to his throat. As the hand tightly clasped around his neck Wesker felt himself being lifted off the ground. Slowly, as the life was being taken out of him, he forced his eyes to focus on the monster before him, to see his last moments of life. It was as he was reaching the brink of unconsciousness that his eyes made contact with those others before him and the Tyrant dealt him a direct look that said it all. The eyes said what the beast could not, that he was stronger, more powerful, better than him and that Wesker was inferior to him. Suddenly as Wesker was about to pass out the beast decided to let go of him and he fell to the floor fighting for all the air he could get. Even more surprisingly the beast apparently had lost interest with Wesker and turned away. The Tyrant gave Wesker one last look before he left, one that Wesker knew was saying to him "I've let you live and I'll choose when you die. Your alive because I say so, your my prey I'm going to have my fun before I kill you".
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a/n Chapter nine done, how many to go? I've introduced the Tyrant as firstly now it is going to cause C/W to spend more time together (as they're injured), and as he is going to play an important part later. I've got what I hope will be a great chapter coming sometime after the love sequence (which incidentally is coming). But I won't give anything away. R/R comments and ideas especially welcome.
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 another chapter finally loaded up, I know its been a while (although its only been just other a week). Although I do like to update regularly know I'm back at school I can't as often. However to compensate I've made this chapter longer so don't complain. Thanks for the reviews, once again they've been wonderful and inspirational (I've got passed the page mark (i.e 25 reviews, *yay*). I'm also going to try and R/R the authors who have reviewed my story as I only think it's fair, but anyway on with the story.
Chapter Nine: Hate, Pity And Weakness
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"What do you mean?" Claire said, looking bewildered as she spoke.
"Exactly what I said", Wesker replied slowly, smiling as he did so. "This place is going to be blown halfway to hell by the time I'm through with it". He looked directly at her and then added, "I never, ever take on a mission without a little insurance policy to guarantee my survival Claire, you should know that by now, it's how come after all that I'm still alive". He then nodded at the door of the small room, indicating for her to get up off of the chair she was sat in and follow him. However Claire just sat there shaking her own head. "I don't believe this" she said with a disgusted look on her face, "Don't you trust anyone Wesker, ever? What a sad existence you must live in".
"And you would trust one of those crazed twins?" he said with a smirk on
his lips.
"You know what I'm talking about Wesker", she spat the words out as if poison as she looked at him.
"Oh your talking about the mansion incident again?. You know you really shouldn't be living in the past Claire. And it has nothing to do with you anyway". He replied, a smile creeping back upon on his lips. ^She's so beautiful^ he thought as he gazed at her.
"It has everything to do with me, it was my brother, it was your team- mates. They trusted you and you led them to their deaths, how could you?. I'd rather die the most painful death possible than become like you, to do what you have done". *How can he be so heartless? How can he have no remorse for what he has done to others?*
"You know Claire flattery will get you everywhere" Wesker said with a superior smile on his face, "And at least I will live on instead of fighting a war I can't even hope to win, like you are. Your nothing more than a group of vigilantes who believe they can make a difference. And don't give me any of that self-righteous shit either, you can't stop Umbrella, you can't make a difference".
"You think I care about odds Wesker? I don't, I fight for what I believe in. At least I'm not a quitter like you, you took the easy way out after all. And at least when I do die I will do so with honour not as a coward like you" Claire gave him a cold, dark stare as she spoke.
"You and your pathetic code of honour" Wesker said laughing "That stuff belongs back in the middle ages not in the world of today". He paused and fixed his gaze on her, "You really don't get it do you? Everyone will turn their backs on you...everyone, no matter how moralistic and forth right they may be, each and every person has their price, fighting to protect others won't get you anywhere, it only leads to death" ^I should know after all, people can never be trusted, they only let you down^.
"It's you who doesn't get it Wesker", Claire held the gaze as she spoke, "You of all people should know that when it comes down to it, Chris at least would never betray me, he'd die for me as I would for him". *He's wrong, he's wrong, he has to be wrong..doesn't he?...Otherwise what's the point in living?*.
"Yes you two are very close, aren't you?" Wesker looked away for a second as his smile widened and he repeated "Very close".
Claire instantly got what he was getting at. Quickly and instinctively she raised her hand to slap him with. However Wesker saw the movement out of the corner of his eye and, taking advantage of his increased reaction time, speed and agility, he put his own arm up to stop hers. Then anger taking once again over him, he pulled her up from the chair and pushed her on to the bed next to it. Holding her in place he said angrily "Don't even try it". ^God she looks so beautiful lying here. I could have her right now and she couldn't stop me. Perhaps it would be worth it after all it would devastate him, not to mention her*. Indeed a part of him did want to give into natures' most primal of instincts and have her right there and then as she was before him, helpless and at his mercy. Another part of him still wanted to kill her, after all she was Redfields' sister. But a small yet surprisingly powerful part of him couldn't, wouldn't do that. ^My sense of humanity's still there then^ he thought wistfully for a second, and then he rationalised. ^It's only because she's more useful alive than dead^, he told himself. "Now get up and follow me and don't you ever try that again. You may be able to take on those degenerate freaks (i.e zombies) but there is no way you can ever take me on, so don't bother".
This time Claire complied with his demand and got up of the bed, but was far from phased by his outburst. "Why the hell do you still need me around Wesker?" she asked angrily.
Wesker himself then froze for a moment before regaining his composure. ^Why do I want her around so much?^. "Claire if you weren't useful to me you'd be dead by now, you should know that's the way I work. The only reason I need you for is bargaining later".
Claire echoed his last word, "Bargaining?", she said questioning him.
"Of course Claire", he replied with one of his usual smiles, "I hate to admit it but Chris is one of the best I have ever seen. He's very likely to survive this ambush and your his weakness. Undoubtedly there will be a means of escape either in or around this base and there is a possibility your brother will get to it first, but he won't leave without you. And I plan on surviving Claire, that's what I am, a survivor. You will be my means of doing so, I will bargain your life for my escape. Does that answer your question?". He stopped for a second waiting for a response, he got none, so he continued "Now follow me". And this time Claire did indeed follow him out in to the corridors of the underground base, and also into the unknown.
***
Not far from the two, someone, or rather something, was beginning the hunt for its prey. Slowly it walked along the rooms of the plant looking, hunting, searching for the two. Its thoughts, feelings and emotions all by now had been eradicated and had instead been replaced by the intense detestment it felt for the pair. Within its mind eye, even now, it could see them, the pair and its names were the only thoughts present in its brain. "Redfield....Wesker", it rasped as it too walked along the facilities corridors. "Redfield....Wesker..."
***
As the two walked silently along the dim lit corridor Wesker was, as usual, deep in thought. ^I've just had the longest conversation that I can ever remember having during these past few years^ he thought reflectively, ^...but then again, how many years has it been?. I can't even begin to remember any other time that comes close. I mean I know we argued, but still, I've never talked with anyone so much, so passionately, usually nothing rouses me into a talking with anybody, ever. No matter how abusive or provoking they may be, usually I can't bare to give them the time of day, ...but not her. Why must it be with her though?..why is she so different? I shouldn't feel like this...I'm weak, pathetic really...but still, I feel...different when I'm with her^.
Like Wesker Claire was also in thought but her thoughts were very different in comparison to his. *How the hell am I going to get out of here alive?* she wondered silently *Should I make a run for it? But then again how would I get away from him?, he's too strong. If I do get away though I have no chance of survival without him, after all I have no gun, no protection, nothing, and nobody to rely on...apart from him*. As they reached a set of stairs and began to descend them, she decided to speak to him and asked "How are we going to get out of here Wesker". *I hope to God he knows*
"What no cutting remark?, no sarcasm? I'm disappointed Claire but oh well". He paused to look at her *Sarcasm, denial, it helps me keep people at arms length*. "If you must know Claire, first thing we will have to do is pick our way through these crumbling ruins and make our way down to the bottom of this place and then on into the sewers that are connected to it.
"Why are the sewers connected to this place?, I thought Umbrella liked to keep themselves separate from the rest of the world", Claire questioned.
"Oh look the sarcasm is back, what a surprise, it didn't take long", Wesker began, firstly dodging the question. ^There is only one way out now anyway, although it's bloody risky^. He continued "The sewers are directly connected to the beginning of the newer system that starts on the outskirts of the town. We will just follow it and exit there. Hopefully we, or at least I, will make our escape from there. That is how we're getting out of here Claire, is that okay with you?", he asked once again patronisingly. Claire got ready to speak back to Wesker but was interrupted by him "However after interference from that crazed bitch we can't be sure what is now running about down there now, or what was running down there before. After all you don't what those researchers disposed of down there, or how many"
"So this place is just another place to house the Tyrant virus. Another place where you manufacture freaks of nature and play god for your pathetic sense of power". Claire looked at him once again with obvious disgust in her eyes, Wesker did his best to ignore the look.
"You should know, if you'd done your research that is. This facilities purpose was to improve the Tyrant virus and work on effectively creating an ideal hybrid", Wesker said condescendingly.
"You really do believe that the work you do is just that don't you? Your playing with people's lives here. Isn't the destruction you've caused so far not enough?" Claire once again began to lecture him on his principles.
"Firstly Claire in case you haven't noticed, I don't run Umbrella. Secondly don't give me that moralistic bullshit" Wesker began his temper flaring slightly.
"Bullshit?" Claire exclaimed "Is that all you think it is, bullshit?
Ho-", but Claire was interrupted before she could finish by the smell that had struck her.
She detected a faint smell or rather a stench in the air as she walked down the corridor, trying to find its source. Although the smell was faint it was sickeningly familiar to her and she already had an idea as to what it could be. *You don't ever forget a smell like that, God I hope I'm wrong*. It, as predicted, increased as she walked towards it, determined to find its source. It was when she rounded a corner at the end of the long corridor that she was dealt the full force of the now overpowering stench. The smell now became nauseating and Claire began to gag, and her head began to spin slightly but she forced herself to overcome it. This was because the floor before her was densely littered with bodies of all shapes and sizes. All had been eaten to varying degrees, limbs were also strewn across the floor as well as heads, bones and the like. It was impossible to make out the faces of most of the dead, which was perhaps a relief as at least their facial expressions could not be seen. But the worst was yet to come as there before them in the centre of the carnage was one of the biohazard room escapees intently watching them.
The beast stood at over 9 feet tall and was of a rather large build. It appeared to be a rather usual Tyrant, after all it had similar attributes. One difference was an apparent elongated tentacle which protruded from its chest. However the main difference was the face of the beast, which had been vastly different than to those of previous Tyrants. Its face was obviously human, albeit recognisable as a definite, once human face. Although the virus had vastly mutated it, it still remain oddly and eerily the face of a man. However what alarmed Claire the most was the eyes of the beast. The colour was a yellow/black pigment but it was the way they shone that alarmed both of the pair as there was a glimmer of intelligence within them, something that the T virus usually destroyed.
The way it starred at them with eyes that transcended words, transfixed Claire as she stood, clearly it had the upper hand. However Wesker clearly knew better than her "Claire get the hell out of its way" he shouted to her, but it was already too late. In one swift fluid movement the creature ran at her, its claw like arms raised. It charged into her, swiping one of its arms at her as it knocked her to the ground. Claire had not been unable to react in time and so had not been able to shield herself and therefore her chest and arms had taken the blow. As she crumpled to the ground she cried out in pain as the claw marks began to yield blood. The monster though wasn't finished yet, as it suddenly began to make use of its tentacle. In a lightening quick movement it attached its tentacle to Claire's left arm where the wounds were the most severe. There was a squelching sound as the tentacle suckers made contact with Claire's arm. *I'm going to die* Claire thought as she dizzily watched the monster before her *It's going to leech my blood and kill me*. However the mutant did not begin to suck blood with the underside of its tentacle, quite the reverse in fact. Claire felt her whole body burn as it injected something into her bloodstream, she cried out in pain as she felt it.
It was at this point that Wesker reacted to the scene before him. Usually he would have run from a scene like this, but something this time stopped him,...her. With one furious cry he was upon the beast making use of his own enchanted physical properties. The whole of the beasts body shock as Wesker dealt it a series of rapid kicks and blows.
It appeared first of all that Wesker had the upper hand in the fight, however the monster quickly saw to it that this did not last long. With a primal cry of rage it quickly turned to face its adversary, and as it did so raised its mutated arm to strike. Wesker knew what was going to happen but even so he was unable to react in time before the Tyrant brought its arm down to inflict the blow. This time instead of being merely clawed, Wesker felt the beast puncture the skin of his lower left side as it drove its claws into him. The monster was going to make him suffer for his actions, and Wesker knew it. He tried to struggle as the beast retracted its claws from him but was unable to do so, all he felt was numbness. ^Shit^, he thought frantically, his mind being the only thing to work right now, ^That freak must've sedated me^. Indeed he had been injected, via the sharp claws, with a power sedatant and the Tyrant took full advantage of the situation as it slowly got ready to use its tentacle on a new victim. All Wesker could do was watch as the feeler drove home. It attached itself to his side and once again injected poison into a body, something Wesker was unprepared for. His mind screamed in pain as the toxin entered him, he had wanted to cry out loud but was unable to, the sedative was to strong. However although he was numb, it didn't lessen the pain of experience at all, in fact it just made it worse as he was unable to vent his feelings. His whole body burned as the creature continued to pump the liquid into him, his mind was full of pain.
Once the tentacle had performed its function the creature removed it from Wesker's body, a feat that again caused great pain to Wesker as it was torn roughly from his skin. Like Claire he too began contemplating his fate. ^I'm going to die, and so is she* he thought groggily as the Tyrant began its assault once more. Slowly it raised its other arm which, like other parts of him, seemed to be human, to his throat. As the hand tightly clasped around his neck Wesker felt himself being lifted off the ground. Slowly, as the life was being taken out of him, he forced his eyes to focus on the monster before him, to see his last moments of life. It was as he was reaching the brink of unconsciousness that his eyes made contact with those others before him and the Tyrant dealt him a direct look that said it all. The eyes said what the beast could not, that he was stronger, more powerful, better than him and that Wesker was inferior to him. Suddenly as Wesker was about to pass out the beast decided to let go of him and he fell to the floor fighting for all the air he could get. Even more surprisingly the beast apparently had lost interest with Wesker and turned away. The Tyrant gave Wesker one last look before he left, one that Wesker knew was saying to him "I've let you live and I'll choose when you die. Your alive because I say so, your my prey I'm going to have my fun before I kill you".
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a/n Chapter nine done, how many to go? I've introduced the Tyrant as firstly now it is going to cause C/W to spend more time together (as they're injured), and as he is going to play an important part later. I've got what I hope will be a great chapter coming sometime after the love sequence (which incidentally is coming). But I won't give anything away. R/R comments and ideas especially welcome.