DAVID WESKER (MONOLOGUE)
It was April 20th 2021, Beverly Hills, long before the Great War. In an old isolated facility far out on the outskirts of my hometown Beverly Hills, a sinister factory owned by Neo-Umbrella Incorporated, round at the time they were an expansive empire that specialised in the creation of Bio-Organic Weapons. This one facility, in particular, was undergoing some significant feats to press on their influence to dominate over humanity and to liberate them from their faults. Neo-Umbrella started to pump out B.O.W.s at a faster pace to start their brutal campaign.
These new B.O.W.s they have constructed and cloned were built to follow orders without question and to fight to their death. That was absolutely all they were programmed to do. Stretching far away from the old viral B.O.W.s their predecessors fondly commanded, these soldiers were more or less human with fantastic killing potential and survival capabilities. They were revolutionary, far over their predecessor's.
Neo-Umbrella had already tried to muscle out Beverly for some time pre-dating to three years prior, to then move to bigger cities and countries, ending the entirety of the globe. With advanced Tyrants and weapons, Neo-Umbrella was winning the arm's race, we all knew that. When they tried to liberate Beverly Hills… boy, that was a day I'll never forget.
On the far outskirts of Beverly Hills occupied the emptiness of an old holding facility, once used by Neo-Umbrella the year before. Ever since the capture of their director Lord Nardovino, and the death of their general Dorian Savage, the facility was sealed and long since abandoned. Plantlife has claimed its outer walls and was oozing with wildlife along the cracked walls as it aged.
After a botched attack on Beverly's town centre and a separate personal attack on the city's high school, both orchestrated by Neo-Umbrella, the L.A.P.D. and S.T.A.R.S. came down upon them. The massive B.O.W., Mag Agent Torture, was sent to cause havoc and torment is its wake. The powerful B.O.W. towered over law enforcement in the town centre and brought fear to the local media.
It was since destroyed by both S.T.A.R.S. and even Neo-Umbrella, with the use of heavy weapons and airstrikes. The monster was destroying everything and everyone in its path.
The death toll outside the law enforcement was thankfully minimal. Still, the dwelling forces of Neo-Umbrella that weren't lost in the conflict retreated to the abandoned holding facility, which acted as a temporary headquarters by their CEO Victor Romanov.
Inside the main entrance, the elevators to the holding cells and the cryo storage were out of power, behind the reception desk were three doors, the two surveillance rooms were nailed with hardy planks of lumber, leaving the meeting room open in the middle. It felt like a trap, but it was all he could go on.
This time David was alone, his father, Zaac had already launched a counterattack on the facility minutes prior, from the recent activity, based on a hunch and not fact. Zaac took the attack very personal and pursued a shrouded figure to the abandoned facility on his own, without proper reinforcements.
In the dusty main reception, the lights and the systems were all online. It was the sound of muffled howls of pain that attracted David to kick the door behind the receptionist's desk down to address the situation. The oak door fell.
In the meeting room was Zaac, forced against the wall by a powerful blue electrical beam. A small generator shot this beam with a massive force that pressed his body against the wall. Zaac's howls tugged at David's heartstrings as he couldn't even watch, let alone help free him from his torment.
"Dad!"
Just as David holstered his M4A1 to help his dear old father off the wall, he felt an intense heat ravaging his body, along with the smell of something burning. His father wasn't very heavy, but the heat he felt in the palm of his hands just by standing several feet away was far too intense to tear Zaac off the wall. Even the thick blast-proof walls began to chip away.
Trying to think of a way to save him without killing himself in the process was cut short when the facility's P.A. system came online. It was a gruff discontented voice of a man, with a slight calmness to the tone. David had an idea who it was but denied the speculation quickly. Dead people don't talk.
"Oh, Officer Wesker, you're still alive… That's no big deal. You're probably wondering what's happening to your dear chief now, but I assure you it's for a good cause."
"The fuck..."
"Neither of you two should still be alive right now to see this day. No matter, everything will go according to plan, dead or alive."
David raged. "I know you're working for Neo-Umbrella, asshole! Let my dad go and come down here and fight like a man!"
"Are you even worth my time, Officer Wesker?"
David scoffed. "Just as I thought… You're nothing but another Neo-Umbrella slave!"
"Oh my, did I hit a nerve? Don't worry, Officer, I'll come quietly..."
After some feedback from the P.A. system, it fell silent. The suspense of who the person was very gripping. Though the man was coming down, David didn't think he'd proceed on down unless he wanted to face him. Seconds later, he had immediately regretted his decision to use a form of reverse psychology.
Suddenly, as David idly walked, a figure from behind clutched his shoulders and threw him far away forward to the back of the meeting room. The figure was the man David feared. At a full six feet in height, with a kevlar jacket, suit and tie under his thick leather trench coat, he loomed over David like a blanket of death.
The man glared at David hatefully through his mirrored black sunglasses, his hellish crimson eyes pierced through his thick shades - in which he uses to hide his eyes. It all just added to the fear David felt rushing through his struggling heart. The darkness of the sunglasses couldn't hide his cat-like inhuman eyes.
What was worse is the actual organic anatomy of the man, fit David in every way, early-twenties, auburn hair, sturdy build and even his voice, excluding his hellish eyes. The resemblance was uncanny. It was General Savage. Probably still mad as fuck from his defeat the year prior.
David lifted himself off the ground. "Dorian? But you're dead!"
"Didn't take." Dorian straightened his tie. "I apologise for the mess; I wasn't expecting company so soon. If I were expecting the man of the hour, I'd at the very least fix the doors outside. Some stupid idiot went around boarding them up."
"You're the one behind this?" David scoffed. "I figured you wouldn't be smart enough to pull something like this off."
"Right at it then, eh? No catching up for a coffee or tea and biscuits perhaps? Pity. Just skipping the foreplay and getting to the point?" Dorian knew David was trying to provoke him; he wasn't falling for it. "Who else were you honestly expecting would be here anyway? Weren't there enough hints? Wasn't it easy to comprehend?"
"I wasn't expecting you, that's for sure. This orchestrated attack seems to be the evil plotting of Wesker's."
Dorian chuckled. "Wesker? Ha! He left us, remember? Went rogue. In fact, he's on the top of Neo-Umbrella's list. Shame really. He taught me everything I know. An excellent teacher, brought him an apple to work and everything a good student does. Not the French ones mind you. He doesn't like the French."
"Awww pity, that's a shame," David muttered, sarcastically. "Don't you have anything better to do than to make jokes and harass me!?"
"You think this is all about you? Seriously? Don't kid yourself; you're not that special, not anymore." Dorian used a remote to activate the main door's shutters, barring them shut tight. David took aim at him with his M4A1, thinking he was pulling out a weapon. "I'm just here to protect the Nexus Transformer from Verkraft Industries and nothing more."
"Was sending Torture to attack my town part of your protection plan?!"
"In case it escaped your notice, Neo-Umbrella had nothing to do with Torture's deployment."
David was infuriated with Dorian's lies but he refused to lose his head. "You fucking liar! If it wasn't you then who was it?!"
"A few days ago Verkraft Industries orchestrated an infiltrated plan on one of our research facilities, inside they attempted to steal some samples of our viruses."
David calmly lowered his aim. "They didn't happen to take a sample of the T-virus did they?"
"They were behind the viral outbreak and the attack, they used Torture as a diversion to set us up. I'm just here on cleanup duty. We can't rule Beverly if it's in ruins. Not like Raccoon..."
David took his aim back at Dorian "And where do my uncle and dad fit in?!"
"Neo-Umbrella took advantage of the situation and demanded Scott's assistance to fight Verkraft; he refused, so we had to convince him. Zachariah here wrongfully attacked our base of operations, so I apprehended him."
"Let him go!"
Dorian paced around the room. "As a superhuman Zachariah generates limitless untapped power from his origins. I'm just borrowing some of that power to aid our cause while he sits this operation out. It's the least he could do."
"All this still for global domination?!"
"Each day, humans come one step closer to nuclear annihilation. We're not taking over the world; we're saving it."
"Bullshit! Once Umbrella, always Umbrella!"
"You ignorant whelp! We're trying to help you!"
David looked around. "Good job! Well done!"
Dorian calmed down and threw off his trench coat. "The world can wait, Verkraft will not. Everyone will lend us their strength to keep the power of the Nexus out of Verkraft's hands whether they like it or not." Dorian tugged his right shoulder. "That's it for me; I'm done being nice. This attack of yours has gotten in the way for the last time. If you have to die for us to defeat Verkraft then so be it!"
David aimed at Dorian's face with his M4A1 and began his fire instantly. With quick consecutive bursts most of them all missing Dorian, his use of incredible dodging speed made him so fast he eventually teleported at short range, he and Wesker would call blinking.
Blinking in and out of David's gunfire, Dorian closed the range long enough to swat the M4A1 out of his hands. Dorian held David by the neck and heaved him on the table behind him, gasping for air already.
"You have no idea how much I hate you, David. STARS always ruin everything I have planned, with you being the absolute worst. Why can't you humans just accept change? You are just a burden like the rest of your kind. No value, faith or purpose. Just destruction in your wake."
David strained. "What does that make you then?"
"A God to some, a demon to others. A pointless title is a price to pay in liberating this planet. Our Earth does so much and gets so little in return; you do not deserve this planet anymore. To protect the planet, I have to see to its liberation!"
David was still straining under Dorian's wrath with his thumb closing on his throat. Pressing closer to his jugular. "The world belongs to everyone; you have no right!"
"You don't see the big picture, so oblivious of you. So expected... When that golden day comes, the human race requires judgement!"
"So you're quoting Wesker now? You're such a wannabe loser!"
"Don't you dare compare me to that fossil! I have surpassed him! He is nothing to me!" Dorian threw David towards the Nexus Transformer behind him. "Someone has to save the world David, and that's not gonna be you! I will protect this world from our rivals, and I'm more than happy to kill for it!"
David rose to his feet and coughed heavily. "You like throwing around people, don't you!?" David unholstered his nickel-plated Colt M1911 and fixed his aim on Dorian again, aiming for his crude face.
David fired back again at Dorian; he wasn't just going to stand there and make it easy, Dorian blinked his way to David, avoiding all his shots. All six rounds missed their mark. Whatever way possible, Dorian had to keep David away from injuring the transformer. Within an arm's reach, Dorian chopped David's stomach and pressed against his chin with his palm, fracturing his jaw and disorienting him briefly.
Before David could even process the damage to his face, Dorian clutched his arm and threw David over his back. He grabbed his chest and shoulders to chuck him at the ceiling above. As David dropped back down, Dorian clutched his neck again and launched him straight at the extended meeting table away from the Nexus Transformer. David had collapsed and demolished the table to shambles, breaking a rib in the process along with the entire oak table.
David coughed and sputtered blood. "You're a freak!" He tried to stand but collapses onto his hands and knees, holding his loose jawline. "A psychopath!"
Dorian walked to David on top of the table's remains. "Let's refrain from the name-calling, shall we? What are we, twelve?" He picked David up off his feet by his shoulder, irritating him. "Small-minded beings think of me as a common terrorist. In reality, I'm a teacher and a soldier fighting for a better cause."
"But to save the world with even more bloodshed..."
"If I must. You're all just insects eating away anything and everything you please. I will not tolerate the death of our planet in the hands of an inferior race." He placed both of his hands around David's neck and began to strangle him. "Now die!"
David tried to fight Dorian's will but couldn't match his strength, as with each second, he was coming closer to Death's door; he was strangling him with higher intensity. His eyes bulged and his the apple in his neck felt like it was going to explode.
With no other option, David unsheathed his right forearm's wrist blades and hacked away at Dorian's left forearm. The second strike hacked it off completely, leaving a bloody stump at the elbow. Dorian regretted taking off his coat; its leather and carbon fibre would have provided ample protection...
In a sudden outburst of fury, Dorian launched David at the wall far at the back of the meeting room. On his hands and knees, David had damaged his spinal cord significantly judging from the impact he left on the wall.
Dorian was enraged to see that David has hacked his arm off again. He marched to David, throwing aside the rest of the table's remains, and nothing was standing in his way this time.
"You gormless piece of shit!" Dorian raged but abruptly calming down naturally. "No matter, I can kill you with both hands tied." He threw a punch at David, but he moved away to his left, leaving Dorian's his fist to plunge into the wall.
"You're just angry because that's your wanking hand-"
Dorian raged again and grabbed the wall to bring down on David. David since crawled away back on his feet with the wall crashing down next to him, barely missing his legs. The wall crumbled to pieces of twisted rubble.
David coughed. "Guess those lonely Saturday nights just got a whole lot lonelier..."
"Oh, I'm gonna enjoy plucking your legs off like a spider."
David swung his wrist blades at Dorian's face, even though he was putting himself at further risk; he couldn't care. Dorian relished the opening and easily guided his adversary's blades away before aiming for David's head.
With a swift straight punch to the face, Dorian put David down on his knee. David felt the whole world inside his helmet crumble, a concussion was obscuring his perception, and his breath was ragged.
After that, all that registered was being forced against the wall and relentlessly pummelled with fist after fist. Denting his armour plates and almost fracturing it. It all ended with a strong knee to his chin, just outright finishing his jaw. Only the skin kept the jaw in line with the rest of his skull.
David collapsed on his back. He gasped in pain, staring up at the ceiling. Could barely stay awake to see the cracks forming. Dorian stepped into view, looking down at him.
"Takes me back to the first time I killed you, doesn't it? Spoiler alert: you're gonna die again, and this time it's not going to be a cardiac arrest. I'm thinking humiliation with a side of dismemberment."
Suddenly, a crack forming around a massive chunk of the ceiling gave away and landed on Dorian. The surprise and weight alone brought him down at David's mercy. David mustered his will and rose back on his feet and lunged his weight at Dorian, locking him with his arms to the floor.
From on top of him, David clutched his collar and pummelled his face. Getting six or so right hooks to his face, David hauled all of his force right on the bridge of Dorian's nose. Dorian's nose crunched and burst yellow liquid everywhere. His disgusting yellow blood.
David tried to let out all his anger on Dorian, though the expression on his face never went beyond bored, and he grabbed David's arm and twisted it. With a swift kick to David's gullet, the force threw him backwards out of breath.
"Forget the humiliation, I'll see you dead!"
Dorian jump back-spin kicked David's face, spinning him away towards the wall behind him. Before David got back in control, Dorian grabbed his neck and threw him over the ceiling's rubble behind him.
David rushed back to his feet and tried to strike Dorian, but he had narrowly jumped over his mighty boot before sending him his straight to David's face again. A double roundhouse kick to the face, one boot after another knocked David flat on the cold ground again.
Dorian plunged his fist down on David, but he rolled away, leaving his only hand to get stuck in the ground. Like inside the wall prior, his hand was trapped.
"You can take a kick; I'll give you that!" Dorian huffed.
With his fist stuck in the ground, Dorian clutched a piece of it and launched a sizeable piece of rubble at David's face. David shielded his face, but the impact broke an extra rib, significantly winding him.
Losing count on all the broken bones now. David felt very nauseous. Dorian went out of his way to pick up a large piece of rubble from the ground again, a large one and heaved it at David's general direction.
The flat rubble covered his body and promptly pinned David against the wall momentarily, fracturing his back and spine. He was pressed between floor and wall. The debris fell with David lying flat on it, breathless. Had a wall of rock heaved at him like was a throw pillow, that was an example of Dorian's strength.
"Still alive?" Dorian murmured.
With every touch of pressure, Dorian inflicted on David's being; the pain was immense and instantaneous. He picked David up by his shoulder and launched him at the far back wall, bellyflopping the ground, the speed he went damaged his back even further. His torso suffered even more broken ribs.
David unsheathed his combat knife and got back on his feet, slashing his knife at Dorian desperately. Like a cornered rat, David feared for his life. He had nothing to lose. "Get away… G-Get away from me!" he cried, holding his jaw in place.
"Just give it up, will you! Die, and it'll be all over..." Dorian intercepted David's knife and twisted himself under his arm, snapping his right hand that left David crying more. Dorian stole his serrated knife to then force at his neck with one quick flourish.
David inched away best he could to avoid an impending possible fatal attack, though his serrated blade missed his neck successfully, it, however, settled into his back. David howled from the gritty agony, as it pierced between the armour plating on his back's weak spot.
David elbowed Dorian's forehead, knocking him down. "Backstabbing cunt!" He went on to remove his knife from his back but couldn't reach without hurting himself. He grabbed Dorian's collar before he could do anything. Dorian reached for the knife in his back and twisted and grinding it, attempting to gore out the cavity it left behind.
Themeat and blood churned in David's back. It squelched and spurted. Only out of the bitter spite he had for him, Dorian pulled out the knife and hacked it back at David's face, freeing himself. Lose a handsome face or a grapple.
David threw his weight at Dorian and threw him towards the Nexus Transformer. While Dorian was still dazed, David pulled the pin from one of his grenades and stuffed it into one of his pockets, adding a head butt on the bridge of his nose, splattering their faces with yellow liquid. David finished Dorian with a straight punch to his chops, breaking his fingers to the bone.
Recovering from his brief stumble, Dorian felt a grenade explode by his chest; the force shattered his eardrums. Suddenly, in the explosion most of the ceiling around him caved down on him, burying him under rubble. With laboured breathing, David dropped to his knees and sheathed his knife before taking in some calm breaths.
Shortly after the dust settled, a weapon sat by the pile of rubble, a .50 AE 10-inch barrel Desert Eagle, gold plated. Dorian favoured magnums, and expensive habits. As David brought the smooth grip into his palm, Dorian rose from the pile of rubble.
With the substantial damage of burns and scarring lacerations across the left side of his face and chest, Dorian's disfigured face showed his cruel inner personality and hardly matched David's look.
Torrents of thin yellow blood that had the same droopy look as water flooded around his feet and charred yellow flesh and twisted bone tore from Dorian's skin. He staggered out of the rubble to David while he just stood and watched his battered body drag on.
"That the best you got? Takes more than a grenade in the face to do me in!" He strained. "Do you honestly think you can defeat me?!"
"Death before failure."
Dorian chuckled morbidly. "Couldn't agree more. I'll have to finish you quickly; you're starting to irritate me..."
David took aim at Dorian with the magnum. "Then this is gonna hurt. A lot."
Dorian patted around his hip holster and found it was empty. "Motherfuck-"
David fired every shell in the magnum at Dorian's upper torso, striking his chest and collarbones often, the last shot to his neck knocked him down. The recoil pulled and twisted David's wrist with a robust force, the type of power that truly dubs the Desert Eagle as a fantastic hand cannon.
With no relocation of the weapon's over-penetration, Dorian collapsed onto the Nexus Transformer, disrupting it of its stand and damaging it. It crashed and broke upon contact with the ground. Dorian had got himself up and instantly noticed the magnum's shells damaged the transformer.
After losing half its coils and most of the hardware, it had begun to spark and display various errors on the monitor. Dorian failed. All he had to do was to protect the Nexus Transformer, and it was showing its damage.
No! The transformer! I failed… I never fail! "You idiot! You bloody idiot! Look at what you've done!" Dorian roared.
David had no idea what Dorian was moaning about now. "Huh?"
Dorian took a glance at the Nexus Transformer and back to David. He effortlessly tried to get the transformer on its stand but failed to get it working on the button pad. The error was still there. System critical, it showed in bold, red letters.
"The Nexus Transformer's unstable! It will level this entire facility!"
"That will kill you nice and good now won't it?"
Dorian was offended, so much so he launched a chair at David, striking him and breaking on impact. The seat was useless anyway. "You really have no idea what you've bloody done?! If the transformer is disturbed during the working process, where do you think all the stored energy will go?! Evaporate?! Disappear?!"
David couldn't answer that, he wasn't smart enough and stood puzzled. After no response, Dorian continued, "An outburst of that magnitude will implode! The damage would be so unpredictable even I couldn't speculate the destruction!"
David held his head from the instant concussion. "When you get to hell, tell 'em I sent you!"
"You'll be the first in line, you little shit! Your obsession with me will be the end of us all, and I'll make damn sure you're the first one to burn in the mushroom cloud!"
Dorian rushed at David with a battle cry and butted heads against one another. Dorian tried to strangle David, but he was able to resist the weakness of his strength. Mostly in the form of throwing each other's weight around the room, it wasn't long before the Nexus Transformer got their attention from the constant buzzing and sparks.
The thundering electrical discharge chipped away at the walls and ceiling, yet ceased the beam on Zaac, saving him, but the cost was too much. Thundering beams of blue energy shot across the room, instantly combustion everything it touched with intense heat while David and Dorian were in the middle of a struggle.
A stray beam had hit them, extracting so much energy from their bodies it reduced them to absolutely nothing but a silhouette of where they once stood. Leaving a faint shadow of who and what they were before absolute nothingness. They had both since died in each other's grasp. With Zaac witnessing the whole unfortunate event.
His eldest son, the one he died for more than once has died before his tired eyes. No sound could express the anguish; there wasn't much of anything left to do but to give up and fade into darkness. Then the Nexus Transformer imploded with a dull sound before the facility fell apart.