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Wesker's New Life

Episode Two: Wesker Behind Bars! (Part Two)


Wesker ran down the tier's steps as fast as he could in his depowered state with D trailing right behind him. The other inmates, who were all outside of their cells at the time, were beginning a riot that Wesker felt would serve a wonderful distraction. Wesker was beginning to consider letting them live after all.

On the ground floor the gates to the rest of the prison complex swung open and a relative platoon of prison guards began to pour in with riot gear. It was at that moment that Wesker and D both reached the ground floor as well.

"This doesn't look good, Whiskey. =["

Wesker stopped abruptly when he saw the guards making their way towards him. He was trying to formulate a plan to get past them when D crashed into him. Wesker was caught off guard by this and stumbled forward. But that wasn't what ticked Wesker off, D felt greasy as hell, like he was covered in sweat or cooking oil.

"Aw, what in HELL D?" Wesker growled, shaking the grease off his arms. "You're covered in oil! Maybe your nickname should have been BP!"

Wesker smirked at this, but D only shook his head. "Too soon, Whiskey. D has a glandular problem. =("

Suddenly Wesker had an idea. He snapped his fingers and jumped behind D. Before D knew what was going on Wesker kicked him in the back as hard as he could. D shouted and fell forward, landing on his immense stomach on the ground. To Wesker's delight, he was sliding.

"I knew you were good for something, D!"

Wesker ran a few steps and jumped on D's back. He pivoted his hips, positioned his feet apart and got into the perfect surfer's stance.

The guards had no idea how to react to this. Truthfully they had no time to react. Before they knew it Wesker and D had crashed into the group of prison guards like a bowling ball into a group of pins. Guards flew in every direction as Wesker and D slid past the gate just as it was closing and sailed down the hall.

"Haha! STRIKE!" Wesker pumped his fist in the air and hopped off of D's back. He looked up and saw they were in the staff hallway. Near by was a staircase that would lead them into the rest of the prison.

D slowly rose to his feet. His stomach was glistening red and his back had Wesker's foot prints on them. He groaned and scratched at his back. "Whiskey, that… was awesome. But D thinks you need shoes without heels in them."

Wesker's mouth twisted into a frown. "They aren't heels, D. These are designer shoes I snuck into here. Armani. But what would you know about style?"

"D knows it hurts."

Wesker waved him off. "Bah, whatever. You want to get out of here or what?"

D nodded his head. "But how Whiskey?"

"Just follow me." Wesker turned towards the staircase.

"FREEZE!"

Wesker paused and turned around. There right before him was Barry and McGrady and they both had their guns trained on him.

"You thought you were going to get away that easily, Wesker?" Barry snarled, training his hand cannon on Wesker's head. "Chris was my old partner, ya'know!"

"And so what, you're going to try and shoot me again?" Wesker sneered. "Haven't we been through this before?"

"I'll kill you if I have to."

Wesker turned to D. "Which one do you want?"

D cracked his knuckles. "D will take McGrady if that's all right with you, Whiskey."

Wesker nodded. "Sure. Mr. Burton and I have unfinished business anyway."

Barry and McGrady opened fire on the two. Wesker still had enough speed left in him to dodge the bullet and move to the side in a slight blur. D had tucked his knees into his body and began to roll across the hall like a massive boulder at McGrady.

"What the-!" Was all McGrady could get out before D rolled over him, the loud CRUNCH distracting Barry momentarily.

"No!" Barry shouted when he saw McGrady go down.

Wesker reached into his sleeve and pulled out the shiv. With expert aim he drew back and threw the blade at Barry. Barry had no time to react and the blade cut into his hand. He shouted and dropped his magnum.

Wesker took this opportunity to react. He ran at Barry full force and ducked low as he reached him, slamming his shoulder into Barry's abdomen and taking him down to the ground.

"Ugh!" Barry said before hitting his head and falling unconscious.

Wesker stood and patted his hands together as D was busy cracking the bones in his neck.

"D, I have to say, I'm impressed with your… range of movement." Wesker scratched his chin. "You will have to teach me that boulder move when we get out of here."

D clapped his hands together in excitement. "Yay! D can't wait =D. Oh but what do we do with these two?"

"Leave McGrady. He's looking a little… long in the face." Wesker snorted while looking down at the crushed CO. "As for Barry, take him with us."

"Where are we going?"

Wesker grinned devilishly. "We're going somewhere where we can give CO Burton a hell of a show."


Barry awoke just as he was being fastened into a swivel chair. "Ah! What's happening? Let me go you bastards!"

Wesker was nonchalantly checking out an electric guitar in the prison's rec room. A few feet away D was fastening Barry into the chair with duct tape.

D stood up when he was done. "This good Whiskey?"

Wesker nodded. "Good job, D. Can you put him up against the wall?"

D grabbed the swivel chair by the arms and pushed. Barry rolled across the floor and stopped when he hit the wall. He struggled against the binds but it was no use.

"Why did we come to the rec room, Whiskey? You got some kind of plan?"

Wesker nodded and picked up the electric guitar. Suddenly, there was a loud pounding on the rec room door. "Cons, if you do not open this door we WILL use force."

Wesker shook his head and put the guitar strap over his head. "Incessant fools. No one ever realizes when they've been beat. Isn't that right, Barry?"

Barry was spitting mad, his face was red and he snarled when Wesker said his name. "You'll never get away with this."

"Who's going to stop me?" Wesker held up the guitar's cord and nodded at D. "Can you plug me in?"

D nodded and ran over, taking the guitar cord and plugging it into the amplifier right next to him.

"I'm pretty sure you'd like to, but you're all tied up at the moment. Sorry."

Barry grumbled. "I called Jill. She knows what you did to Chris. And when she finds out what you've done to me, she'll be coming for you with the full force of the BSAA!"

Wesker's expression darkened. "So you called Jill, huh? That's fine. I'm sure we'll have a nice reunion and she'll make me a cheeseburger for old time's sake. Hah!"

The pounding on the door grew louder, and it was joined with the pounding of other guards. They were trying to get in. Unfortunately for them Wesker would be long gone by then.

"D, can you set the amp over by Barry?" He grinned. "Oh and please set it to eleven."

D shrugged and rolled the amp across the floor, setting it up to face Barry and the wall.

"Eleven? What are you doing?" Barry's expression changed from anger to confusion and fear. "What's going on here?"

"Isn't it obvious Barry Butthead?" Wesker paused. "Okay, I admit, that was in poor taste. I'm sorry."

Wesker cleared his throat, starting over. "Isn't it obvious? We're breaking out of here." He raised the neck of the guitar and placed his fingers on the strings. "With the power of ROCK AND ROLL."

Barry gasped. "YOU MONSTER!"

Wesker motioned to D. "D… cover your ears."

D nodded and placed his hands over his ears and turned away from Wesker and Barry.

"Any requests, Barry?" Wesker waited a moment. "No? All right."

The pounding on the door ceased. Instead it was replaced with the steady, loud banging of a battering ram. Boom! Boom! The door was about to give.

"This is a little something I like to call… Highway to Hell, as interpreted by yours truly."

Wesker began to play the opening notes expertly, as if he knew the song by heart. The amp began to thump along with Wesker's playing and Barry leaned in the chair with beads of sweat forming on his face.

A devilish look came over Wesker's face. He grinned at Barry, then started to sing:

Living easy, living free!

This world's on a one-way ride

Wanting Godhood, leave me be

Taking everything in my wake

Don't need reason, don't need rhyme

Ain't nothing I would rather do

Going down, Wesker time!

Your friends are gonna be there too

The song escalated, and just as it was time for the chorus the rec room's door smashed open. With perfect timing Wesker raised his hand and brought it down on the guitar strings, hard. Barry opened his mouth to scream but it was drowned out by ROCK.

You're on the HIGH-WAY TO HELL!

BOOM! The amp exploded, taking Barry and the back wall with it. The prison shook and the guards who rushed in were suddenly blown back by Wesker's rock and roll. Bricks flew in every direction and even D was knocked off his feet momentarily.

The smoke cleared, the air stilled and all that was standing was Wesker and his guitar. He took the hanging cord out and flipped the guitar onto his back. He looked over at the pile of rubble and the hole in the wall with satisfaction. Freedom!

"You still alive, D?"

D got to his feet and patted the debris off his body. He coughed and a tiny cloud of dust escaped his large mouth. "D didn't know you could sing, Whiskey."

Wesker crossed his arms and shrugged his shoulders. "I dabble." He pointed a thumb at the hole in the wall. "Well, what are you waiting for, D? You don't expect me to walk out of here, do you?"

D shook his head vehemently and turned his back on Wesker. Wesker jumped on D's back and put his arm around his neck while pointing towards the horizon. "All right, D. To freedom!"

"TO FREEDOM =D!" D began to run over the pile of rubble and out into the fresh morning air.

"Hey D," Wesker said finally, once they were far enough away from the prison. "You never did tell me why you got sent to prison in the first place."

D shrugged his shoulders, his expression became dark and he spoke in a voice completely different from how he normally spoke that actually managed to chill Wesker to the bone. "I ate a man."

"Okay then!" Wesker suddenly said very loudly and un-Wesker like. D slowed to a walk and Wesker jumped off his back.

"I think I can walk on my own now." Wesker cleared his throat, and his voice turned back to normal. "Thanks D."

D grinned from ear to ear and his voice turned back to normal, too. "No problem, Wesker! Hey, I got your name right! =D"

Wesker shook his head. Life had certainly gotten interesting for Wesker since deciding to spare the world from his Complete. Global. Saturation. He only wondered how long he could last before giving up and dooming the world all over again.

He glanced over at D who was busy picking his nose.

Probably not very long at all.

Still, he had to admit, it was pretty fun blowing Barry up and escaping prison. Maybe his decision wasn't such a bad one after all.

Wesker folded his hands behind his head and relaxed a bit. "D, from here on out its smooth sailing! Let's find some new clothes and get some cheeseburgers."

"Yay! =D"

To Wesker it really did seem like the worst was behind him.


Back at the prison Jill Valentine was standing outside and looking into the hole that Wesker had made with his ROCK AND ROLL. "The bastard got away…"

Suddenly a guard spoke up from inside the room. "BLOOD! Ms. Valentine see if you can find any more clues. I'll be examining this… I hope this is not BARRY'S blood."

Jill put a hand over her face.

"That bastard Wesker killed Chris, Sheva… and now Barry." She slammed her fist into her palm and a determined look came over her face. "When I'm through with him Wesker is going to wish he was blown up inside a volcano!"

Jill grabbed the radio on her hip and pressed a button. "Josh, how far are you with that helicopter?"

There was a moment of silence before Josh Stone's voice crackled over the radio. "I- ah! I need five more minutes!"

Jill shook her head. "I have the worst luck with pilots."

To Be Continued!


Next time on Wesker's New Life:

Wesker: Fugitive!

Wesker sat back in the diner chair as the waitress brought his and D's lunch.

"Here you go gentlemen."

Wesker practically snatched the cheeseburger off his plate and took a big bite of it.

"How is the cheeseburger, sir?"

Wesker leaned back and a large smirk crossed his face. "So good."


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