I don't own Resident Evil or the Characters in it.
Albert Wesker woke up to one hell of a headache the size of Jupiter. He tried to get up but found he couldn't. In fact he couldn't move any part of his body and to make things worse he couldn't see where he was.
What the hell……? Why can't I see……?
As he struggled to free himself from what was every holding him back, he heard foot steps approaching him. He couldn't tell how many people were approaching him nor did he care at that point. All he wanted to do was get up and see where he was.
"Not so tough now. Are you Captain?" Wesker immediately recognized the voice and tried to attack the person but only managed to fall, from what appeared to be a chair, to the cold cement floor.
Barry god dam Burton………ouch that hurt……
"I wouldn't try that again if I were you?" He didn't need to see to know that it was Chris Redfield. Wesker could also tell that he was smiling at him. Why he was doing this, he didn't want to know, so he did the only thing he could do. Talk.
"Where the fuck am I?" To his surprise his voice had a hint of fear. What was going on? Fear? In all his life he never felt fear. Even when the tyrant from the estate killed him, he felt no fear. What made this any different? With more questions then answers popping in his, already dizzy, mind it was hard to focus on what really mattered.
In his confused state he nearly screamed when Chris' voice was suddenly right by his ear. But he managed to hold it back.
"Now why would I tell you that Wesker?" Even in his confusion Wesker thought he could hear something in Chris' voice that made him feel, well, a little bit uncomfortable to be this close to him. He didn't know what to say or how to respond to his statement. The only thing he did do was once again try to get free.
It can't be this hard to get out of these……what the……?
To his surprise the only thing holding him back was thick rope. He felt like the world stupidest person for not noticing it before. With this new discovery he tried once more to get his hands free. Before Chris could think Wesker's left hand was free.
"Barry shot him!" Was all Chris could get out before Wesker had a good grip on this throat. Before Barry got his magnum out Wesker was on his feet, but he still had the blind fold on, as Barry drew his weapon and aimed it at, Wesker did something that Barry was just to slow to react to.
If I can't kill you then……he will……
As he thought this the sound of a gun going off he thought he might burst out laughing. But before he did, he toke the blind fold off to see what had happen. What he saw made him in fact laugh to the point where he almost fell. It had appeared that Barry had shot Chris in the back, instead of shooting Wesker. Now trying to breathe Chris was on the floor in a small pool of his own blood. Before Barry could put together a thought, not to mention a movement, Wesker grabbed the gun from his hand and pulled the trigger. Sending small chucks of scalp, scull and brain matter on the wall behind him.
He then turned to Chris, who is now in a bigger pool of blood, and bends down and places he face right beside his.
"You should have killed me when you had the chance. But like an idiot you didn't," he put the gun barrel right between his eyes. "And now you're going to die with the knowledge that I'll be the one to comfort you sweet sister once she learns your dead." He could tell that he was mad and wanted desperately to do something, but it was too late.
Albert Wesker toke one more look at the man he'd just killed or ended the pain he was going though after his best friend shot him. What shocked him the most was that he felt nothing after pulling the trigger on Chris Redfield's scared face.
Why do I feel so empty……?
It didn't mater any more. All that matter was that Chris Redfield was dead and he wasn't. He did how every find himself looking forward to seeing Claire Redfield sweet face once he told her the wonderful news.
I hope you like it…Don't know if I'll continue but it all depends on what you think. So you know what to do. Chow.
