Though I was expecting the feeling of doom that weighed down on me as soon as that door clicked shut and all the locks engaged, the tension still suffocated me and I choked on my nerves. I was officially trapped in here with Wesker for the next month. A full thirty days of just the two of us. All of my doubts about this whole thing came rushing to the forefront of my mind but I knew right from the start that there was no other option. I took a deep breath and looked again at the door I had just walked through before looking around the shared prison. I just was now realizing that I had no idea what I was supposed to be doing here. Did I keep to myself in my room, avoiding Wesker at all costs? Did I keep an eye on Wesker? Where was he anyway? I had expected the man to greet me in some way like he always did with that smug smirk on his lips. But he wasn't anywhere to be seen though he'd been brought in a few hours ago. It was late, exactly midnight as it started the first day, maybe he was asleep. Did he even sleep? Should I go check on what he was doing or should I just go to my room and pretend I wasn't nervous and could still sleep without thinking about where I was?

I stood there by the front door thinking about what to do a lot longer than I would like to admit but the whole atmosphere was so filled with heavy tension and dread that it was hard for me to move. I was suddenly questioning whether I would last a whole month here… but I had to because so many lives were at stake.

"Are you going to stand there all night?" Wesker's voice called from his cell and I glared in that direction. His light was off but he obviously wasn't asleep and I wondered briefly if he was watching me though I couldn't see him from where I stood. I huffed and my anger was enough to get me to his cell to close and lock the door. There was something satisfying about locking him in and I was grateful I got to do whenever I wanted. I then went to my room, unlocked my bedroom door using the key in my pocket, and locked it again once I was inside. I let out a nervous breath and went to lay on my bed. I laid there and thought about my situation for a long time. Dozens of questions flitted around my mind but one burned more than the rest. Why is this what he wanted? Maybe I could try to get some questions out of him later. For now, though I knew I wouldn't be able to, I tried to sleep.

… … …

I must have dozed off at some point because I woke up. I sat up and rubbed at my eyes tiredly as I looked around my darkened surroundings. I didn't feel at all rested and I blamed that on my current living arrangement… with Wesker. I still didn't understand what that insane bastard was thinking or what he wanted but I finally decided I wouldn't care about that anymore. He had been right back in the hospital, I wasn't going to get the answer so why fret over it so much? I didn't like admitting he was right about anything, it left a sour taste in my mouth but honestly he was right more often than not about a lot of things.

I got out of bed and made my way out of my room, glancing over to Wesker's cell when I noticed a little bit of light coming from the bottom of the door. He was awake but I didn't want to deal with him right now so I went about getting some coffee going. I left it to run as I went back to my room to take a quick shower. I locked my bedroom door again and checked to make sure the camera was off before undressing and entering my bathroom, locking that door too, and getting into the shower.

Once I was back in the kitchen area, I poured myself a cup of coffee and made it how I liked before taking it with me to the couch. I sat and watched Wesker's door like it was the man himself. I didn't want to unlock his door and let him out but I knew eventually I would have to. Still, I took my time drinking my coffee before pouring myself another cup. I stared at the remaining coffee in the pot for a moment before dumping it down the sink. I wasn't about to have it thought that I left some for Wesker- if he even still drank coffee. I sat back down on the couch and continued to stare at the door. He didn't deserve to come out, he didn't deserve the comfort he was being given here because of the deal. It only made it worse that I was the one who inevitably agreed to said deal. But I had to- so much more was at stake. Maybe this was part of his plan, to get me filled with so much guilt about having to treat him nicely that I hated myself and he got to watch my misery. Now that made some sense but it wasn't something he would go to these lengths for. No, something bigger was going on here.

With no windows, it was impossible to guess the time but my watch read near three in the afternoon. Maybe Wesker was hungry by now. Did he even eat? With a deep sigh, I finally stood from the couch and made my way over to Wesker's door. I listened in but couldn't really hear anything so I unlocked the door and thought about leaving it like that but I opened it too. Nothing had changed from when I was in there yesterday though the bed was made differently and the dresser was moved a bit closer to the bed. Wesker was sitting at the desk scribbling away in one of the notebooks. I looked him over in the dark sweatpants and tshirt that had been provided to him and though he didn't have any gel, his hair was still slicked back perfectly. That actually annoyed me that he still seemed so damn professional even like this. I guess some part of my mind was hoping to catch him unraveled and I thought being locked up without any say in anything was sure to do it. At least the sunglasses were gone.

"You don't have to remain in the doorway Chris, you're welcome to come in." he stated without acknowledging me in any other way. I folded my arms a bit defensively as best I could with my mug still in one hand.

"I know." I said as strongly as I could but even though it was Wesker and this was supposed to be a prison for him, it still felt wrong to just barge in. And I still didn't want to go into the room, I was right about it being worse with Wesker actually present.

"Was there something you needed?" Wesker spoke again before he turned to look at me, those slitted red and yellow eyes staring at me. I didn't even realize I had been staring at him for so long and cleared my throat to rid myself of the wave of embarrassment trying to hit me.

"There are some rules we need to go over." I stated sternly but he only returned to his writing as if he had lost interest in the conversation. Was he expecting me to say something else?

"I'm not to harm you nor try to escape, I'm not to attempt to enter your room or touch any of your belongings, and my door is to remain open unless you close it." he answered, sounding rather bored. "You have the right to go over anything I write in these journals or search me and my room at any given time. No doubt you have a firearm tucked away and can use it on me if you ever feel threatened. Additionally you're allowed to restrict my comfort as much as you see fit for whatever reason." he finished and shot me a dangerous look over his shoulder. "Though I wouldn't recommend that if you wish for me to remain civil." I glared right back at him for the threat.

"Don't give me any reason to think you're being anything but civil or I will." I shot back and we glared at each other for a moment before he turned back to his work. Obviously there was more but that covered the main basics so I knew someone had already gone over everything with him beforehand. After another minute of watching his hand move, I sighed and leaned against the doorframe. "What are you so busy working on anyway?" I didn't expect him to answer but we both knew I could walk over there and read it right now if I wanted to. He stopped and seemed to think about this for a moment before looking back at me.

"I asked for these with the intention of having you read them, however I only ask that you wait until each is finished." he informed me, surprisingly sincere. I only nodded my agreement and he went back to it. I stood there a bit longer before clearing my throat again but Wesker didn't acknowledge me this time.

"Jill wanted to say thank you." he only hummed in response so I turned and walked across the living room to my own bedroom, locking the door behind me. I got onto my laptop to try to find something to distract me from my current situation but there was nothing to do so I ended up closing my laptop and moved to the armchair. I turned on the tv to find something to watch but it was just background noise. When I realized I was still thinking too much about things, I turned the tv off and threw myself back in bed. I needed something to focus on. I wished I could do some work. I was tempted to text Jill but I didn't want to seem like I was succumbing to my nerves already, it was still only the first day.

… … …

I ended up in my armchair with the tv on again and that's where I was for the rest of the day until I finally decided to call it a night. I left my room and went to Wesker's cell, peeking in at first to find him back at his desk writing. Without bothering him I started to close the door.

"Chris." he called so I stopped and peered back in.

"What?" I watched as he flipped through his notebook to find a certain page before he tore it and the two behind it out. He turned in his seat and looked me directly in the eye as he held them out for me.

"We can discuss it in the morning if you wish." he said calmly but there was a certain intensity in his gaze that almost intimidated me. I don't mean that he was scary, that was an entirely different type of look, but it was serious in a way I had never seen from him before. If it was anyone else I might say it was a look of desperation. It was unnerving and I was suddenly nervous about taking the pages from him. But he continued to stare at me like this was something important. So I very carefully stepped into his cell and slowly accepted the papers.

I didn't know what to say so I didn't say anything. I backed out of the cell, shut the door, locked it, stood there for a moment to collect myself, and locked myself back in my room. I placed the papers from Wesker onto my desk and stared at them for a few long minutes before I finally decided to just get it over with. I sat in my chair and started reading what these three pages contained.

It was titled 'Project W' and the more I got into it, I realized they were memories and information concerning the title though it read more like a report. I had read plenty of his reports back in STARS and while they lacked personality, they were very informative. These were no different but they weren't about some case we had finished, it was his life. That's why he seemed so serious about it.

Albert Wesker just handed me a secret of his life.

~ ... ~ ... ~ ... ~

When I finally discovered Spencer's whereabouts, I took my time killing his guards as I progressed through his final mansion. I wanted him to know I was coming, I wanted him to quake in fear as he realized he was going to die. What I hadn't expected was for him to reveal the purpose behind my life. Nor did I anticipate him seeming so delighted with how I turned out. I was hollow as he described to me how I was selected for his new race of humans, furious to learn my entire existence had been manufactured.

He spoke of his new race and his delusions, appalling me with the idea we were meant to ascend him into godhood. I looked upon his frail body and found the notion of him being a god laughable. How could he expect to create beings above himself and expect them to follow one as low as himself? Only one truly capable of being of god deserves that right. He was arrogant and weak, unlike the beings he sought to create, and only I remained of hundreds of Wesker children. I was more than capable and deserving so I would claim that right along with his life.

I took a great deal of pleasure in killing him. A sense of relief just before my hand plunged through his chest. I felt the life leave him, felt the last beats of his old heart against my arm. Disgust is what I felt for the old fool that had programmed me to seek him out but in killing him, I discovered I no longer felt the pull. I had broken free of the mold I had been forged in. He never expected that one of his prodigal children would turn on him, much less kill him. I considered his death to be my first action that I knew for sure was of my own will. And it felt so gratifying.

I hadn't anticipated the BSAA arriving so soon but I was pleased to see it was Chris who had come. It was obvious they hadn't expected to find me there but Spencer was mine to deal with. I rather enjoyed our fight, as I commonly did but somehow it felt different. I still had much to contemplate and this was just a distraction though it evidently led to the realization I have since faced and accepted.

I was to kill Chris, poised to take his life in much the same fashion as I took Spencer's. But I hesitated. I didn't feel the same need to end him as I had the old man, in fact I found the idea of his existence no longer being present in the world rather distasteful. I watched him struggle and look away as he prepared himself but he wasn't afraid. He never was. If I were a god, why did he hunt me without fear? One does not hunt a god and a god does not enjoy being hunted.

If I was a god who chose whether he lived or died in my world, I would rather he live to continue his hunt. I looked forward to our next encounter.

My arm lowered just before Jill was suddenly in my peripheral vision, I had been so distracted by Chris I had neglected to check on her recovery. It was too late for me to evade but I at least was able to release Chris so he was not taken down with us. It was a small victory but, somehow, still a victory nonetheless.

She held onto me for the entirety of the fall though she never screamed out in fear, already resigned to what was to become of her. I took most of the landing force, the damage was extensive but it wasn't long before I healed enough to move. Jill was still alive, barely, but she was there. Resilient as ever. I did always respect that about my hunters and I believe I had pushed them to become such good soldiers. I was proud even if it was my head they sought.

If I was a god who chose whether she lived or died in my world, she would live and continue to amaze me with her persistence. So live she shall.

I am above human, that much I still know to be true, but a god? I chose to spare Jill because letting her die and never seeing how she continued to grow didn't seem as amusing. I didn't choose to spare Chris, I found I was rather incapable of killing him. I simply did not want him to die and I can not explain the purpose for such a conclusion but it is one I've come to accept.


I want to be clear that the ending in each of these chapters will be in Wesker's perspective of the memories aforementioned in the letters that he's giving to Chris but they are not the letters. I didn't want to have to bother writing these out like a Wesker report, I just wanted to go with it so that's what I did. That said, much of the information you read will be what Chris is reading. While it may not be exactly what the letter is saying, the same information will be passed on, just maybe not as directly. Like he wouldn't outright write that he didn't want to kill Chris but the gist would be there.

~Arren