Chapter 6, yay. I just realized that at this pace this is going to be one hell of a long story...

All the better for me to write it! :)

Wesker walked along the artificial pool in what looked to be an artificial courtyard.

It was surprisingly dark, and his shades didn't make it any easier. A normal person would have removed them but Wesker wasn't normal. He had his special reasons for keeping them on. Reasons that where for only him to know.

He glanced at the reflexion the water casted of himself as he walked along casualy. He stopped mid-stride, gazing at his face, more precisely his shades. He slowly pulled them off, gazing into his own eyes. It had always startled him when he saw his reflection without the shades. His eyes were... abnormal, for christ's sake they weren't even human eyes! Black slits stared back at black slits, the yellow and orange seeming to glow in the darkness.

Wesker stood there for the longest time without moving. No matter how many times he saw hmself, he could never get used to those unhuman eyes.

"Damn those Umbrella creeps! They're the ones who brought me back to life! Why did they have to give me these eyes?! I would have been happier being blind!" Wesker yelled at his reflection, the watery image seeming to mock his every word.

It was true though, it was Umbrella that had done this to him. They had found him in the helicopter which was just flying around on it's own, probably on autopilot. Inside they had found Albert Wesker sitting in the pilot's seat, impaled by his own creation. His blood was coating the controll panel, the seat and everything else in a five foot radius. A trail of it was leading from the door to the seat which suggested that he had dragged himself to the seat.

When the head doctor of Umbrella came out of the building to check him, he was already long dead.

Wesker had been one of their top researchers and they couldn't lose him at that time, so they injected him with the G-Virus during an experiment. It had not been the actual G-Virus, but a modification. It had allowed him to be revived AND keep his mind, without any disgusting morphing. He kept an extra needle of it in his jet just in case.

It was also them who gave him those eyes.

He was completely blind when he woke up. They had assured him that it was temporary and his sight would return in time. Wesker waited months, but his vision never returned.

So they removed his blue eyes and replaced them with those of one of their failed experiments whose eyes where compatible with human beings.

The first time Wesker had looker at himself in a mirror after he woke up he just missed taking a heart attack. He would not believe it at first, but it was true. He had different eyes. Those bastards had told him he would have human eyes but they had lied.

Wesker hated his eyes now.

He bent down and picked up a smooth stone from the concrete. He threw it with all his might into the water, the small stone exploding as it smashed against the bottom of the artificial pool. Wesker's reflexion warped oddly.

In one swift motion he returned his shades to the bridge of his nose and gazed at himself once more. He looked human with them on, which only reminded him of what Chris had said. "You can't be human, you can't feel emotions can you?" The second part was obviously wrong, but as for the first, he wasn't so sure.

Chris looked at the door while mulling over his present state. Those bars he had inhaled gave him new found energy and he wanted to use it. He had been walking around the room for about an hour now, just relishing the fact he could walk again. He tried running, but that attempt failed poorly.

He turned his stare to the door. He hadn't heard the click of the lock when Wesker left. Chris assumed it was his imagination and figured it was still locked. Out of curiousity he tried to open the door.

It wasn't locked.

Chris smiled smugly. He took a few energy bars and threw them into any pocket he could find. He also pilfered some first aid sprays from a box in the corner, and a full pack or rifle bullets. Chris re-strapped the holster for his magnum to his waist and took said magnum, even without any bullets to use with it. That's why he ended up 'borrowing' Wesker's rifle. He won't miss it.

With that Chris left the room. He decided which was he was going to go and went that way.

Wesker moved throught the residence part of the base. He had to find Claire, she owed him a favor. He only had to figure out how to kill Alexia and keep her body intact while getting her back to his boss. Then the idead hit him, he could put Claire to good use! He would use her as the distraction while he...

Fuck...

He felt someone watching him and immediately began looking around for the source of his discomfort. There, at the top of the stairs was Alexia, standing there, laughing at him with a laugh that rivaled his own. Her long purple dress flowed behind her, showing her figure as she took fragile steps towards Wesker. To any person, she seemed pretty harmless. She was tall, skinny and pale, like she never saw the sun. Her blue eyes where as clear as crystals, so beautiful they were evil.

Any other man would have stood there saying something along the lines of "You, really gonna fight me, beautiful?" or "Wanna go out with me gorgeous?" but not Wesker, he knew what she was. And quite frankly, she could kick his ass in an instant if she really wanted to. He had a sinking suspicsion that she did want to kick his ass. Badly at that.

For all his cockyness, even he could tell he was outmatched. Hand to hand he probably stood no chance, he had yet to see her true form. A little voice inside him told him to make a mad dash for the door. Wesker never liked that voice so he had always done his best to ignore it. But this time that voice was also telling him he didn't want to see Alexia's true form and he believed it.

He listened to the voice and ran like a bat out of hell for the door. He could hear the fire sizzling behind him as she transformed. He didn't wait to see what she would be and ran for the room he left Chris in.

Then it hit him. Chris. He was still in there. That complicated things greatly. He could fight by himself without a problem, but having to keep someone from dying in the process was tricky. He just hoped he remembered to reload his rifle, that was his only chance.

Alexia fired blood at him and he raised his arm to shield his eyes. He wondered what such a silly thing could do until it burst into flames. He flicked it off his arm as he reached the door.

He froze. The door was open.

"Chris!!" Wesker yelled as he entered the small room. Chris was absent and so was his rifle. It wasn't where he had left it so Chris must have taken it. "Shit..." Wesker whispered to himself. He had not taken any other weapons besides the rifle. He searched for Chris' magnum which was not there either. He had brought magnum bullets with him from his jet earlier, but they where useless without the gun.

Wesker did all he could think of at the moment. He slumped against the wall in defeat.
Cliffhanger!!! XD