Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, Resident Evil, or Capcom. Just borrowing them, hoping they'll make a storyline sorta like this so I can die happy.
A/N: Ok, I actually have this story finished; it's just a process of typing it up. And thank you everyone for the kind reviews! I hope I don't disappoint in the future.
Leon Kennedy's blue eyes snapped open. Wesker was already standing with his sunglasses back on his face. Leon blinked and shook his aching head. He caught Chris' worried stare a moment before he felt the dampness of blood on his upper lip. Kennedy let it drip down his chin, unable to prevent the steady stream.
"Ever day the power they have blessed me with grows. Soon I'll be completely omniscient, omnipresent." Wesker said flatly. "I'll know what you're thinking at all times. Kind of like now."
"Can you tell what I'm thinking right now?" Chris spoke up.
Wesker turned to reply when a flash of light distracted him. Dismissing it as a by product of the continuing storm he opened his mouth to reply. The light returned, brighter and stronger. He stopped, dumbfounded.
Redfield laughed. "I'll give you two guesses, Wesker. Use that blessed power of yours."
The light glared and a roar accompanied. Wesker's guarded eyes narrowed in a moment of surprise and hatred. Chris stared at him, loving every moment of it.
"What the fu-" the words had barely escaped Wesker's lips when the cell door crashed inward.
Five black suited men poured through the broken doorway, guns clenched in leather gloved hands. Three newcomers circled Wesker while the other two rushed to Leon and Chris' side.
Chris cracked open his good eye to stare at the man before him. "Good timing Olivera."
Carlos Olivera snorted. "Always fashionably late." His accented voice responded.
Wesker, meanwhile, looked completely shell shocked. His head turned ever so slightly as he considered the situation. "I could kill all of your men where they stand before you could blink." He stated lightly.
Carlos snapped his attention toward the ex-S.T.A.R.S. captain. "Then do it, padre."
Wesker's concealed glare bore holes into Carlos' face as his captives were carefully freed. The guards around him stood rigid with their weapons unwavering. The tension in the room was near the point that a simple breath would be considered labored. It wasn't apparent if any of this struck a chord with Wesker. If it did, he wasn't showing it.
"This isn't over Redfield." Wesker said at length.
From the doorway Chris Redfield stopped to look at his former boss. "Not by a long shot." Chris rasped before Carlos gently escorted him from the room.
This left three men with Wesker. He regarded them for a brief moment. Then, without another sound, Albert Wesker vanished.
That's all for now. I'll get the rest of the chapters typed up when I get a spare moment. Keep watching for updates!