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"Father," she gasped, "It's coming together." The girl looked up to him, to her father, Alexander Ashford, "I will get her for what she did to you and the Ashford family, all of them."
She quickly turned to a group of monitors in the corner and smiled, there they were sitting together talking, trying to figure a way to survive. The room was dark apart from the blue-ish glow from the screens and a few candles here and there. There wasn't any furniture apart from her father's chair and the monitors. The walls were damp and grey; there were some signs of luxurious wallpaper but now all gone. The room was filled with a deep sensation of death and evil.
It was home.
She turned to her father again and gently knelt by his leg laying her cheek on his knee, "More lambs to the slaughter." She softly rubbed her cheek over his knee as if she was a cat and laughed quietly, "By the time the sun rise's the Ashford Clan will be restored, our failures will be wiped out by our victories tonight. I will do anything for you father, just ask it of me and it will be done."
She gazed up hoping to hear him tell her what he wished for, but nothing only silence remained. Her blue eyes began to glisten, sadness erupted from within, "Do I displease you father? Have I not shown you that the Ashford family is returning from the ashes?"
Alexander still stayed quiet.
She didn't know what else to do, she stood from her spot and backed away to the wall, "If I have caused you displeasure father," she bowed her head in shame, "I am sorry." She looked up again hands clenched by her side, hot tears fell from her inhuman eyes, "But I promise you! I will kill her, she will pay!"
The young girl opened the door and walked into her bedroom; she quickly wiped her tears and glanced at her room. A simple dark room, with nothing more than a four-post bed with a silken white throw over, an old wooden cupboard and her vanity table with scattered bottles here and there. Right at the back of the room was a large portrait of her father; he sat proud posing in a great matter. Hair as golden as the sun, eyes blue like the sky, he was dressed in rich clothes and she almost couldn't bear to look upon him. Her heart was filled with sadness, mainly because she hated to see her father upset and his silence haunted her. She knew she had failed him and he was very angry with her. She moved to her vanity table and sat in front of the mirror and gazed at the young woman.
Her long white strappy dress lay delicately down and around her body, hugging the smooth cool material close to her skin out lining her slim body and breasts. The yellow of her hair was so beautiful it looked as if the sun tinted her hair gold. It was long lying in straight long strands down and surrounding her in that warm yellow glow. Her skin was so white that she looked more ghostly than anything else. Her feet were cool and she felt the soft black carpet under her bare feet.
The dim light of the candles gave her enough light to see her face within the mirror, at first she was afraid, scared to see the failure that she was. She looked up and saw her mother shine through. Anger exploded and bubbled inside her soul, "NO! I'M NOT YOU!" she yelled hitting the glass with an abnormal force; the glass flew out in beautiful sparkling shards, like beads of water shimmering within sun's rays resembling diamonds.
A piece slit her cheek. It stung slightly creating a flow of red down her face.
She simply gazed at the redness of her blood through pieces of the broke glass scattered around her. It was so red, almost too red for blood. It stood out from her pale skin and yellow hair. Her eyes were magnificent sapphire gems and glowed as brilliantly as her blood.
She touched the slit rubbing the red back inside her wound, it didn't hurt.
It never hurt.
The cut seemed to disappear as new skin covered the alien wound. It was always the same.
"I'm not you mother," she laughed pushing her nail into the sealed flesh, "I'm never you!" blood oozed out as she created another slit, deeper as if a sharp knife made the wound.
She quickly turned to the door glaring at it as if something monstrous was there. She stood up immediately hearing something from her father's room, "Father?!" she gasped running to the door; she flung it open and ran to his feet.
"Father?! What is it?!" She looked up at him searching for any sign, "They are coming?"
She turned round and glanced at the monitors, "Wesker," she whispered, "He wants to play?"
She smiled and walked to the screen, "Come my dear Wesker. I want to play too," she lightly stroked the image of the blonde man on the monitor smudging her blood over his small body, "I'm looking forward to it," she whispered quietly to herself, "We both are."
Wesker, Baker and two of his men stood outside the elevator. Wesker held the metal briefcase within his hands and waited for the lift to arrive.
The two young cadets carried along with them their assault rifles, Wesker shook his head remembering the time back in Raccoon City as the Captain of S.T.A.R.S. He shuddered quietly; quite surprised that so much time had passed by. And he wondered how he came so far? It was all a mystery now; his obsession for total annihilation of Chris Redfield had taken so much of his time. And yet the man was still alive. It was sad to admit but was he losing his touch? No! Of course not, it was that stupid man always spoiling his plans.
He glanced up at the numbers, it was taking too long. If it wasn't for the expendable soldiers around him he could easily have gotten to his destination a lot quicker. The elevator was finally coming up to the seventh floor, it pinged and the doors open.
Wesker moved up inside and stood quietly at the back with his shades on. Baker stood next to him and the other two were in front. The door closed and Baker moved up to the button panel. He stopped, glancing from each numbered button to the next.
Wesker sighed, "The biohazard one."
Baker did as he was told and pushed the button with the biohazard symbol on it. A metal covering underneath the button slid away producing a small panel with numbers and letters on it. Baker didn't know what to do, "Our spies never told us about this."
Wesker frowned, he really hated this. Next time, if there was going to be one; he was going to seek outside help. The soldiers that H.F.C recruited were no more than boys, amateurs. If H.F.C really wanted the T-Veronica virus they should have gave him men, not boys!
"URD 0610," he said.
The man glanced back at his commander and pressed in the code. The panel suddenly closed. "Welcome," called a female voice, "Taking you to Biohazard level."
The lift jerked slightly.
The above numbers glowed for no more than a second before going to the next one. Wesker crossed his arms over his chest and waited patiently, the briefcase stood up next to him on the floor as if it contained nothing important inside.
"Sir?" spoke Baker.
Wesker's right eyebrow rose.
"If we find the intruder do you want her to be killed on site?"
His eyebrow lowered, Claire, he completely forgotten about her. He smiled, "No," he said, "She is not to be harmed. You bring her straight to me."
Baker nodded his head and saluted, "Yes sir."
His smiled didn't falter in fact it increased as he visualised the nasty things he had plan for Chris's little sister. Such a pretty girl and all, he wouldn't let her go to waste. And also Chris's weak spot, things were looking up.
The elevator jerked as it halted on the lowest floor, "Welcome to Umbrella Inc," she droned, "Have nice day."
All four men walked out of the lift scanning from one side to another for any unsuspecting things. It was clear and they lowered their weapons. It was only a long corridor with a metal door at the end. Wesker moved up towards a computerised panel. He pressed in the code and waited. The computer scanned its databases for the code.
"Access denied," echoed a voice. Wesker cursed mentally for now they would have to use the plastic explosives. He glanced back down the hall. The lift's doors were closed; he opened up the briefcase gently taking out the long grey cylinder shape.
"Right," he said, "Baker your men will plant the explosives. Come with me and open the doors."
Baker took the cylinder and passed it to the two men. They immediately started settling it at the foot of the reinforced titanium door while Wesker and Baker moved to the back.
Wesker grabbed one part of the lift door and so did Baker. It was a complete breeze for Wesker to open it up, however for Baker he struggled mainly because he was weak. When finally opened Wesker looked inside, the elevator was already going back up. He stepped inside the shaft still holding onto the door. Baker moved in and waited for the other two.
They came running; the youngest held a small black device in his hand. They walked through closing the metal doors behind them. Wesker took the device, "Boom," he whispered pressing the small red button…
…Baker shook his head and opened his eyes, he suddenly scrambled away as he saw one of his comrades crushed by the elevator doors. The force of the explosive drove the metal door inside the shaft smashing into the unsuspecting individual. Blood flowed onto the floor around the young man. Wesker stood up gently pushing back his hair in place; he didn't even give the dead man a second glance. Instead he looked at Baker saying, "Let's go."
He got up mainly because Wesker was his commander and a vicious son of a bitch. The other young cadet staggered to his feet rubbing the back of his neck, he grimaced as he saw his friend squashed under the huge metal door. Wesker immediately pushed the door forward letting it fall on the floor within the corridor. He stepped over the body and walked towards the entrance of the Umbrella underground facility. The hall was filled with white dust, he didn't feel the shake or even hear it, but it was some bad shit. He crossed the rumbled filled hall and glanced at the huge hole that used to be the reinforced titanium door.
Baker walked up behind him coughing as the white dust settled down onto them.
Wesker simply brushed the dust from his shoulders and walked through. The T-Veronica virus was so near, he could almost taste it on the tip of his tongue. He licked his lips eager to get his hands on it, "This way," he called back to the humans.
Then there was Alexia lurking somewhere within the underground levels, obtaining it was going to be a bitch.
But then again he was always up for a challenge…
"Father," she gasped, "It's coming together." The girl looked up to him, to her father, Alexander Ashford, "I will get her for what she did to you and the Ashford family, all of them."
She quickly turned to a group of monitors in the corner and smiled, there they were sitting together talking, trying to figure a way to survive. The room was dark apart from the blue-ish glow from the screens and a few candles here and there. There wasn't any furniture apart from her father's chair and the monitors. The walls were damp and grey; there were some signs of luxurious wallpaper but now all gone. The room was filled with a deep sensation of death and evil.
It was home.
She turned to her father again and gently knelt by his leg laying her cheek on his knee, "More lambs to the slaughter." She softly rubbed her cheek over his knee as if she was a cat and laughed quietly, "By the time the sun rise's the Ashford Clan will be restored, our failures will be wiped out by our victories tonight. I will do anything for you father, just ask it of me and it will be done."
She gazed up hoping to hear him tell her what he wished for, but nothing only silence remained. Her blue eyes began to glisten, sadness erupted from within, "Do I displease you father? Have I not shown you that the Ashford family is returning from the ashes?"
Alexander still stayed quiet.
She didn't know what else to do, she stood from her spot and backed away to the wall, "If I have caused you displeasure father," she bowed her head in shame, "I am sorry." She looked up again hands clenched by her side, hot tears fell from her inhuman eyes, "But I promise you! I will kill her, she will pay!"
The young girl opened the door and walked into her bedroom; she quickly wiped her tears and glanced at her room. A simple dark room, with nothing more than a four-post bed with a silken white throw over, an old wooden cupboard and her vanity table with scattered bottles here and there. Right at the back of the room was a large portrait of her father; he sat proud posing in a great matter. Hair as golden as the sun, eyes blue like the sky, he was dressed in rich clothes and she almost couldn't bear to look upon him. Her heart was filled with sadness, mainly because she hated to see her father upset and his silence haunted her. She knew she had failed him and he was very angry with her. She moved to her vanity table and sat in front of the mirror and gazed at the young woman.
Her long white strappy dress lay delicately down and around her body, hugging the smooth cool material close to her skin out lining her slim body and breasts. The yellow of her hair was so beautiful it looked as if the sun tinted her hair gold. It was long lying in straight long strands down and surrounding her in that warm yellow glow. Her skin was so white that she looked more ghostly than anything else. Her feet were cool and she felt the soft black carpet under her bare feet.
The dim light of the candles gave her enough light to see her face within the mirror, at first she was afraid, scared to see the failure that she was. She looked up and saw her mother shine through. Anger exploded and bubbled inside her soul, "NO! I'M NOT YOU!" she yelled hitting the glass with an abnormal force; the glass flew out in beautiful sparkling shards, like beads of water shimmering within sun's rays resembling diamonds.
A piece slit her cheek. It stung slightly creating a flow of red down her face.
She simply gazed at the redness of her blood through pieces of the broke glass scattered around her. It was so red, almost too red for blood. It stood out from her pale skin and yellow hair. Her eyes were magnificent sapphire gems and glowed as brilliantly as her blood.
She touched the slit rubbing the red back inside her wound, it didn't hurt.
It never hurt.
The cut seemed to disappear as new skin covered the alien wound. It was always the same.
"I'm not you mother," she laughed pushing her nail into the sealed flesh, "I'm never you!" blood oozed out as she created another slit, deeper as if a sharp knife made the wound.
She quickly turned to the door glaring at it as if something monstrous was there. She stood up immediately hearing something from her father's room, "Father?!" she gasped running to the door; she flung it open and ran to his feet.
"Father?! What is it?!" She looked up at him searching for any sign, "They are coming?"
She turned round and glanced at the monitors, "Wesker," she whispered, "He wants to play?"
She smiled and walked to the screen, "Come my dear Wesker. I want to play too," she lightly stroked the image of the blonde man on the monitor smudging her blood over his small body, "I'm looking forward to it," she whispered quietly to herself, "We both are."
Wesker, Baker and two of his men stood outside the elevator. Wesker held the metal briefcase within his hands and waited for the lift to arrive.
The two young cadets carried along with them their assault rifles, Wesker shook his head remembering the time back in Raccoon City as the Captain of S.T.A.R.S. He shuddered quietly; quite surprised that so much time had passed by. And he wondered how he came so far? It was all a mystery now; his obsession for total annihilation of Chris Redfield had taken so much of his time. And yet the man was still alive. It was sad to admit but was he losing his touch? No! Of course not, it was that stupid man always spoiling his plans.
He glanced up at the numbers, it was taking too long. If it wasn't for the expendable soldiers around him he could easily have gotten to his destination a lot quicker. The elevator was finally coming up to the seventh floor, it pinged and the doors open.
Wesker moved up inside and stood quietly at the back with his shades on. Baker stood next to him and the other two were in front. The door closed and Baker moved up to the button panel. He stopped, glancing from each numbered button to the next.
Wesker sighed, "The biohazard one."
Baker did as he was told and pushed the button with the biohazard symbol on it. A metal covering underneath the button slid away producing a small panel with numbers and letters on it. Baker didn't know what to do, "Our spies never told us about this."
Wesker frowned, he really hated this. Next time, if there was going to be one; he was going to seek outside help. The soldiers that H.F.C recruited were no more than boys, amateurs. If H.F.C really wanted the T-Veronica virus they should have gave him men, not boys!
"URD 0610," he said.
The man glanced back at his commander and pressed in the code. The panel suddenly closed. "Welcome," called a female voice, "Taking you to Biohazard level."
The lift jerked slightly.
The above numbers glowed for no more than a second before going to the next one. Wesker crossed his arms over his chest and waited patiently, the briefcase stood up next to him on the floor as if it contained nothing important inside.
"Sir?" spoke Baker.
Wesker's right eyebrow rose.
"If we find the intruder do you want her to be killed on site?"
His eyebrow lowered, Claire, he completely forgotten about her. He smiled, "No," he said, "She is not to be harmed. You bring her straight to me."
Baker nodded his head and saluted, "Yes sir."
His smiled didn't falter in fact it increased as he visualised the nasty things he had plan for Chris's little sister. Such a pretty girl and all, he wouldn't let her go to waste. And also Chris's weak spot, things were looking up.
The elevator jerked as it halted on the lowest floor, "Welcome to Umbrella Inc," she droned, "Have nice day."
All four men walked out of the lift scanning from one side to another for any unsuspecting things. It was clear and they lowered their weapons. It was only a long corridor with a metal door at the end. Wesker moved up towards a computerised panel. He pressed in the code and waited. The computer scanned its databases for the code.
"Access denied," echoed a voice. Wesker cursed mentally for now they would have to use the plastic explosives. He glanced back down the hall. The lift's doors were closed; he opened up the briefcase gently taking out the long grey cylinder shape.
"Right," he said, "Baker your men will plant the explosives. Come with me and open the doors."
Baker took the cylinder and passed it to the two men. They immediately started settling it at the foot of the reinforced titanium door while Wesker and Baker moved to the back.
Wesker grabbed one part of the lift door and so did Baker. It was a complete breeze for Wesker to open it up, however for Baker he struggled mainly because he was weak. When finally opened Wesker looked inside, the elevator was already going back up. He stepped inside the shaft still holding onto the door. Baker moved in and waited for the other two.
They came running; the youngest held a small black device in his hand. They walked through closing the metal doors behind them. Wesker took the device, "Boom," he whispered pressing the small red button…
…Baker shook his head and opened his eyes, he suddenly scrambled away as he saw one of his comrades crushed by the elevator doors. The force of the explosive drove the metal door inside the shaft smashing into the unsuspecting individual. Blood flowed onto the floor around the young man. Wesker stood up gently pushing back his hair in place; he didn't even give the dead man a second glance. Instead he looked at Baker saying, "Let's go."
He got up mainly because Wesker was his commander and a vicious son of a bitch. The other young cadet staggered to his feet rubbing the back of his neck, he grimaced as he saw his friend squashed under the huge metal door. Wesker immediately pushed the door forward letting it fall on the floor within the corridor. He stepped over the body and walked towards the entrance of the Umbrella underground facility. The hall was filled with white dust, he didn't feel the shake or even hear it, but it was some bad shit. He crossed the rumbled filled hall and glanced at the huge hole that used to be the reinforced titanium door.
Baker walked up behind him coughing as the white dust settled down onto them.
Wesker simply brushed the dust from his shoulders and walked through. The T-Veronica virus was so near, he could almost taste it on the tip of his tongue. He licked his lips eager to get his hands on it, "This way," he called back to the humans.
Then there was Alexia lurking somewhere within the underground levels, obtaining it was going to be a bitch.
But then again he was always up for a challenge…