A.N: I have finally resurfaced.

I apologise for the gap in my updates but I've been busy. Anyway, I hope you like this short, but sweet (hopefully) chapter

Chapter 17

Aaron sat curled up in a dark corner of the office, glaring at the screens in front of him, and growling lowly in the back of his throat.

The monitors were still showing the events that were happening in Hyrule and the Soul Warrior world. From the looks of things, they were bad, but the situations were starting to improve ever so slightly. For them at least.

For Aaron it meant that his plan was slowly being destroyed, as slowly as the virus was. It was all because of fucking Wesker too, all because that arrogant half-tyrant hadn't liked that his superior had taken control over the situation.

As a Tyrant himself, Aaron could sense when he was surrounded by life, be it animal, human or viral infected life. Though this was a common feature of all Tyrants, one that even Wesker had, the difference with Aaron was that he could actually feel all of the Anodyne virus, feel all of the life forms infected with it. As such he could also feel when one of those creatures was snubbed out of existence, could feel the life of that poor creature draining away.

The anti-virus to the Anodyne was working slowly, but surely.

The thing that he had noticed the most though, was the absence of the power of Soul Edge. When it had been infected he had been able to feel all of its power coursing through his veins, now though, there was just an empty hole where that power had once been, and he missed it.

The one thing that was keeping him from calling on all the infected creatures to attack Wesker and the others was the fact that the Triforce was still infected. The feeling of that surpassed the feeling of Soul Edge, it was ten times, a thousand times, infinite times more powerful, and it was what was keeping him alive as well as holding his hand back. If he lost that though, if he lost that feeling, of a power so vast that it felt like an actual physical pressure enveloping his body, chilling him and warming him at the same time, then there would be nothing to hold him back. If he lost that, he would do anything to get it back.

Aaron shook himself slightly and stood up, stretching, having been curled on the floor for several hours, just glaring at the screens as he watched Wesker moving across Hyrule field, walking on his own in front of the mounted group. He had been curled in the corner longing for that feeling of power from the sword to come back, but mourning its loss and the loss of all the other viral infected creatures' lives.

He glanced back at the screens for a moment and frowned at what he saw.

Wesker was standing in front of the tiny camera that was embedded in a tree stump, his back turned to it as he spoke to someone in the group, that boy with the bright blonde hair. The boy tilted his head slightly and Wesker turned back towards the camera, his hand covering it over as his fingers reached around the small lump and yanked it from the tree. The screen went completely black.

Aaron growled loudly at the loss of the camera and swiped his hand angrily at the objects on the desk in front of him, knocking files, folders and a few knives to the floor.

Walking over to the screens, he angrily punched his fist through the blank one, shattering the glass.

When he pulled his fist out of the now smoking hole, he stared at the blood that was running down his pale arm. It was an extremely dark red, much darker than that of a human's blood, or even Wesker's which was still fairly dark due to the virus.

The blood looked more like thin black oil, running down his arm in rivulets and collecting at his elbow, before dripping onto the floor in a steady stream.

A few seconds later though, the blood flow lessened as the wounds healed, leaving fresh white skin.

Bowing his head, Aaron placed his mouth on his arm and licked his blood of it until it was clean, tasting the copper and the virus that was in it.

Afew seconds later, he jerked his head up as a wave of crippling pain coursed through his body, making his legs buckle.

Aaron fell to the floor, gasping for breath as the pain continued to shoot up his veins, a red hot pain that made it feel like there was lava in his veins, not blood.

He glanced down at his body as the pain continued to assault him. Not just his veins, it was spreading to his muscles, coating them in a blanket of agony.

He managed to get a glimpse of his right arm, and saw the skin trembling, moving like there was something underneath it. He had been shown a few things in his time with Wesker, when the man had actually wanted to relax instead of work, and he remembered seeing him play a film. It had been in Wesker's apartment actually, not the office, for Aaron remembered watching Wesker lying on his bed, watching the film, which happened to be 'The Thing'.

In one of the scenes there was a shot of a man's stomach, and 'The Thing' had been under his skin moving around.

It had looked the same as what was going on in his forearm now.

The pain began to subside and Aaron slowly unfurled himself from his foetal position on the floor. His body was aching with what felt like cramp, his muscles constricted painfully against his bones. Ignoring this he got up off the floor and walked over to the desk, trembling and trying to regain control of himself from the attack.

When he was sure that the attack was well over he turned around to rest against the desk and stretch.

But as he raised his arms over his head, the attack came roaring back, tenfold and Aaron screamed falling to the floor, hitting his head against the hard wood of the desk.

His vision swam in and out of focus, but as it did and he looked around, and tried to fight against the pain, he saw a red stain on the white shirt he was wearing, and then there wasn't a shirt anymore. The pain was back in full force and all Aaron could do was scream in agony as his abdomen ripped open.

There was blackness in front of him as Aaron woke up and looked around. The blackness was giving way to shapes though as he regained a sense of himself.

He pulled himself to his feet quickly and wandered into the bathroom to refresh his face. He caught a glimpse of a clock on the way there, and noticed it was 11:00pm. He had been out for 9 hours.

When he stumbled into the bathroom he flicked the light on and turned to the full length mirror mounted on the wall.

Aaron smirked as his reflection. The corner of his mouth lifting in a smug, satisfied grin.

Just wait until Wesker had seen what his virus had done.

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