Chapter Thirteen-Congratulate me! I got my job! And although that kind of takes away form my computer time (Not really) I continue with this story-and I'll continue with my other stories as well. Thanks for all the reviews!
And since its chapter thirteen (A lucky number for all you die hard horror fans) let's get something special done shall we? I'll have to think on what that could be…
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I don't understand why God would let us meet,
If there was no way we could ever be together.
---"City of Angels"
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Spencer Mansion
Author Review
A short review for the audience
A few minutes ago-a large red van crashed into the front dining room of the infamous (or soon to be) Spencer Mansion. This interrupted a rather large meeting with an Employee of Umbrella White-and the employees of the Arklay Mountain lab.
William Birkin and Annette LeDour had just terminated their relationship.
And outside, night is deepening…
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Spencer Mansion
"Give her a few minutes."
Annette watched as the medical examiner finished throwing up and twisted her body back over-sobbing.
"Look-I don't give a shit what you people are doing out here-" Sherry said breathlessly, "I just want to know a few things."
"A few things." Wesker cocked a rifle he produced from nowhere, " Are more then we can tell you at this particular moment." They had escaped down the medical corridor-away from the Mike-thing that was locked safely in its room with Dr. Wolf's body.
A few minutes ago Sherry had been talking with Michael, telling him that everything was going to be okay. It had grown to be more then a friendship-it was a bond between them-and then-
Nothing. Did Daniel and I ever have this much?
Now was not the time for that however. The hallway was quiet.
"It's possible there are more of them." Wesker said as he glanced back the way they'd come, "Those doors are reinforced-"
Annette felt sick. The radio from the squawk box was loud in her ears. There was trouble in the upper levels. They were trapped between heaven and hell.
She wondered if Birkin was alive.
She wondered if Irene was alive-and recalled that she had not seen her since-since-she'd gone down to the basement on the fools quest.
"Albert-What about Irene?"
"That's who we're going to get."
"Who the hell is Irene?" Sherry Delaney said, "An employee? Another worker of evil?" Sherry crossed herself as a loud scream echoed down the hallway-followed by several others.
It was the world itself screaming.
"My wife." Wesker said, as calmly as if he were discussing the weather, "Irene Wesker."
Sherry said nothing.
Albert Wesker had shed his radiation suit when he entered the lower levels. By now the undead that had swarmed through the mansion were everywhere, but he had faith.
His scientists could survive.
They were trained to. Issued guns on the day that they joined-everyone from janitor to senior researcher was experienced with the art of war and deadly combat. That was something that Umbrella prided itself on…
"This place is a fuckin' maze." Sherry Delaney said, "How are we going to find our way out?"
" I memorized the area layout." Wesker said as he shouldered the gun, "And Annette works here as well. This place isn't that complicated-when you get down to it." This was going to be annoying, having a civilian to drag around the labs…
Sherry shuffled her foot. She was still wearing her uniform from the day before (Day? It seemed like a thousand years) when she'd been a happy, but incredibly naïve wife. She glanced enviously at Wesker's gun.
"Can I get one of those?"
Annette stared back at her, "What? Why?"
"I agree with Mrs.…Delaney's idea." Wesker said, "You both should be armed-just in case our former colleagues decide to order a little take out." He chuckled-then stopped when he realized that neither of the women were laughing.
Okay-fine.
"Maybe we should find out who's doing this-or who did this." Annette said. They entered a nearby lab that was strewn with papers from the hasty evacuation earlier, "A little investigation around the mansion-"
"Its not just here." Sherry put in. She was flipping through papers idly her finger pushed a test tube over and spilled clear water across them, "I-Michael before-"
Wesker turned to her, "Go on."
Sherry did not know if she could continue-her throat was filled with grief.
"Michael-when he found that corpse at the door. He said that he knew you-that he stole corpses from you…" she collapsed onto a stool, which seemed to abound all over the lab, "He said that you asked him to steal bodies from me-"
Wesker thought back to the day the older fireman had come knocking on the Spencer mansion, all to warn them about a simple fire risk. We didn't handle that well. Damn commandos. Actually it had been the former president who wanted to make use of the man…
"Yes. We asked him to steal corpses in exchange for him keeping our whereabouts a secret. Did he attempt to find us again?"
"Yes…but he got lost." Sherry said, "We came to another mansion-"
"Another mansion?" Annette pulled a lab coat off the wall and put it on, out of habit, "You mean to tell me that you went all the way to the executive training faculty?"
"Is that what it was?" Sherry's eyes narrowed, "I'm sorry- I thought it was haunted. The door was hanging wide open, and there was evidence of horrible crimes being committed-we found papers left by a child who was killed for god sake-"
Wesker frowned, "Unlocked?"
"That's right." Sherry snapped, "Unlocked. And if it had remained locked, Michael Redfield might still be alive today-"
"That is impossible."
"Why?" Annette asked, "Its an old building-at least I always heard that it was. Maybe the door broke in-"
"It is impossible…" Wesker's throat was dry, "Because I locked it."
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1978
Friday
It was over.
A young Albert Wesker stood nervously before the door of the place he'd called home for the last few months. In his hand, tightly, was a key.
"This has to be done." The man who stood beside him was a tall man with no hair and a long drawn out scar, "You know it has to be done boy."
Albert Wesker nodded; the key went in the lock-and it was over.
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Spencer Mansion
Present day
"Are you telling me." Sherry's voice was rock hard, "that the whole reason that all those disappearances happened, that everything happened-is because someone unlocked a FUCKING DOOR?"
"That appears to be the gist of it." Wesker smiled roguishly, "Indeed."
"Holy Mother of god." Annette crossed herself, "That's true isn't it? It's the only way the zombies could have gotten out…"
"Zombies? What is this Day of the Dead?" Sherry pushed the papers she'd been ruffling through aside, "Is that what you people are doing out here? Making zombies?"
Sherry began to laugh.
"Oh, and they have an eternal hunger, rising from the grave with each dawn after reading the necronomicon- "She snickered, "And they eat the flesh of the living-only to awake horribly with each evening! Next-on the late, late, late movie show!"
"Stop it." Annette cried, "This is good work!"
"But wait! There's more! The young military boyfriend returns home to find his wife missing, and everyone he's ever known turned into raging monsters! Not only that, but the horrors of man's creation have produced horrific cross breeds! Zombie dogs! Zombie butterflies! Zombie nachos!"
She dropped to the floor and began to laugh hysterically.
"Zombie cats! Zombie bees! Zombie crows! Zombie moths! Everything subject to the horror of horrors-the undead." She let out an evil laugh, "All created by a bunch of mad scientists in a laboratory high in the mountains-"
"STOP IT!" Annette hit her, "We're doing good work! We're creating weapons that will make our country invincible! We're the good guys!"
"You." Sherry said between tears of laughter, "Are deluded psychos who are playing mad scientist on a grandiose scale."
She dove at Sherry with her hands out; trying to push her-or hit her.
Wesker grabbed Annette around the waist and flung her back against one of the cabinets-gently. He stared down at Sherry with his oddly hollow voice from the radiation suit-
"Do you feel better now?"
The tears flowed for real this time down Sherry's cheeks. She wiped them with the back of her hand and stood up slowly.
"Yeah-I-I-think so."
"Good."
Annette pushed a hand out and hit one of the cabinets. She slowly pulled herself up from the floor.
"Ow."
"Lets go get my wife." He cocked the rifle again, and Sherry began to laugh hysterically at the insanity of it all.
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Upper Levels.
He had to find her first.
He had to find her, and kill her. His colleagues were dying all around him-it was easy to pull the trigger on any poor sap who he happened to run across who was in the midst of changing.
They were being slaughtered.
In a way he admired her, a stroke of luck that the executives hadn't thought of.
Zombies weren't intelligent enough to open doors. A human lost all thought process in the transformation. It took a special kind of intelligence-the kind they were trying to develop with the Tyrant-to keep the human intelligence intact in the barest sense of the word.
She was intelligent.
It was going to be hard to kill her.
A door was thrown open before him, revealing one of his colleagues-a technician-in a desperate tangle with one of the creatures-a senior researcher. The irony was sickening, a few days ago she'd been ordering him around and he'd refused her. Now she was attempting to bite him-to eat him. The flesh peeled away from her once beautiful mouth and the hair beginning to fall from her scalp.
"Please…"
The technician was staring at him.
" Please Dr. Birkin…"
William Birkin nodded and fired at the man's head.
The zombie looked confused-it glanced back and forth between Birkin and the man she'd just been eating. Warm, sticky gooey brain and flesh was spilled all over the floor from where the man's face once was.
The zombie stared up at him with its dead eyes and smiled. It was thanking him for feeding it its former human friend.
He fired into her heard next-as it had it's back turned.
Rest in Peace.
He stepped over the scene before him and continued down the hallway. In the east-the faint pink light of dawn would just begin to break-
He collapsed.
His body felt like it was tearing itself inside out.
I'm infected.
How could he have been so stupid? Annette and Wesker, they'd clouded his judgment and made him loose focus. He turned his body sideways and retched all over the carpet.
Symptoms…have to think…what are the symptoms?
Sweating, irrational behavior, violent vomiting-it wasn't T-which included itchy skin. Thank God. He continued trying to list them in his mind. Blurred Vision-that's a final sign-hallucination-
Was he hallucinating?
The person, the woman, the friend he was looking for was calmly walking through the field's of the slain. She wore a long violet cloak, and swung a very familiar key around on a chain.
My God.
"William, William." Irene Wesker said as she got to her knees before him, "What a pair we make hmm? You discovered my little letter-which is why you didn't stay down in the labs where it was safe."
"I-Irene-"
"Did you like my little surprise? I left a few of them. I knew when you found the head of the guardsmen on the gate that you'd figure it out-or I thought you would." She smiled, her eyes and features cruel, "You idiot. It took you a hell of a lot longer to figure it out didn't you?"
"You're carrying his child-is that what drove you mad?" the sudden clarity surprised him, "Couldn't deal with it-"
"Fuck you Birkin." Irene slapped him and wiped the blood from his mouth on the carpet, "You and your misogynic ideas. You male-PIG!"
She hit him again. They were in a small alcove off the hallway that was screaming. The dead and dying were littered around them.
"You think you're so high and mighty? You and my husband, the board of directors-all of Umbrella. Do you know what weapons research really is? Its men playing with their cocks-abandoning all reason and rational behavior so that they can be boys with toys. And what happens when somebody doesn't play fair? They have to go and make new toys of course. New toys that kill people, new toys that make people hurt, that make them cry."
She smiled again.
"That's not why I'm doing this however."
"I'm sure you'll reveal it." Birkin coughed, "In a series of long drawn out flashbacks and musings on life in general."
Irene laughed harshly. She threw back her head and laughed until tears streamed down her cheeks.
"Oh no. This is going to end on my terms-not yours-and not my husbands. I'm going to enjoy watching you devour him-watching your intelligence that you love so very much slip away. And you aren't going to end up like a monster-oh no! You'll be a common zombie. That's what you hate isn't it Birkin? The feeling that you-re-just-like-everyone-else."
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A/N-There's Chapter Thirteen! The traitor reveals herself! Birkin as a common zombie? Impossible!
Birkin-damn straight! If I die-I'm going to turn into a tyrant *sage nod *
Author- yes, as anyone who's played Re2 can tell you.
Birkin-Re what now? * Confused *
Author- Anyway-chapter fourteen cometh! It'll wrap up soon-I promise : )