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Wesker's New Life
Episode Four: Wesker's New Love
"NOBODY MOVE OR I WILL KILL THE WOMAN."
D raised a finger in a matter of fact manner. "It's not polite to speak with your mouth full, Wesker."
"Oh shut up, D." Wesker barked back at him.
Lunch and an easy getaway was quickly becoming more complicated as the amount of police officers surrounding the Moonlight Diner easily tripled in the next minute. The streets were blocked off, and Wesker assumed the back door was not a viable escape route, either.
"What are we going to do, Wesker?" D seemed on edge, clearly he wasn't eager to go back to prison.
Naturally, Wesker had no intentions to do so himself.
"WESKER, IF YOU DON'T LET HER GO I WILL COME IN THERE AND KILL YOU MYSELF."
The voice unmistakably belonged to Jill Valentine, amplified ten fold by the megaphone she had snatched from the hands of the officer previously in charge.
Wesker smiled in spite of himself. "Never a dull moment." He then nodded his head in D's direction while firmly keeping his arm around the throat of his hostage. "The handcuff keys are on my belt, and you can take the extra gun while you're at it. Make sure none of the patrons get any ideas."
D moved towards Wesker, unlatched the keys from his belt and unlocked the handcuffs. Then with his newly free hands, grabbed the extra gun from Wesker's hostler. And boy, what a gun it was.
"Wow, Wesker." D said in amazement. "Was this Barry's gun?"
"You don't think I was going to leave such a nice thing behind, do you? Barry might be a fool, but he has impeccable taste in weaponry." He tightened his grip around the woman. "Now, D, make sure you keep these fools in line. I'll handle Valentine and the officers."
"I can't believe you." The waitress said up at Wesker. "I knew you weren't a real cop."
Wesker smirked. "Well, I guess you aren't as dumb as everyone else around here is. Cover your ears."
"Huh?" She said, but immediately jammed her fingers in her ears when Wesker raised the weapon away from her head and fired a shot into the glass window.
The loud bang from the gun was drowned out by the sound of shattering glass. The diner patrons shrieked and D quickly reacted, waving the huge magnum around and demanding silence from them.
Now with the window broken he had a clear view of the officers and Jill in the middle of the street. He shouted through the open window, now sure that they could hear him. "Jill, don't be stupid! You know I'm not one to be trifled with. I will kill everyone inside this diner without hesitation. If you don't believe me, ask Chris and Barry."
He smiled.
Jill gritted her teeth, threw the megaphone to the ground, and pulled her gun from her hostler. She lined the slights up with Wesker's grinning face. A few officers had to restrain her, and she was glad they did because she was certain Wesker would have a new hole in his teeth.
Wesker laughed, knowing Jill was helpless. It was a stand-off, but Wesker had the upper hand. That is, until a light gust of wind blew in through the broken window.
Suddenly, Wesker's senses were overloaded by a heavenly scent. It smelled like a summer's afternoon, laying in the soft, dewy grass in the warm sunlight and eating a fresh apple all rolled into one. Wesker was perplexed and taken out of the situation briefly. What was that?
And then he realized, it was the smell of the waitress' hair.
"Wow." Was all Wesker could say.
"Uhm." The waitress said, still firmly in his grip. "Wow what?"
Wesker didn't know what was going on, but all of a sudden he found it extremely hard to concentrate on what was going on around him. A pink haze seemed to cloud his eyesight, and Jill, the officers, the diner patrons and D seemed incredibly far away just then. He felt all alone in a pink fog. Alone with the waitress.
Wesker then became increasingly aware of how close he was holding her. He gulped, and laughed a nervous laugh.
"What is wrong with you?"
"I-I-I-" Wesker stammered. "Nothing! Stop standing so close to me!"
He placed his hand on the woman's shoulder and shoved her about a foot in front of him. He held her shoulder, repositioned the gun with his other hand and pressed it against the back of her head.
The fog seemed to clear a little. "That's better."
"Is Wesker all right? D:" D asked, concerned.
"Wesker…" Wesker seemed a little confused. "Wesker is all right."
What the hell was going on here? Wesker never felt this way before. He felt a knot tightening in his stomach. He was light headed. It was like being weak, except he felt stronger than usual, he had the cheeseburger to thank for that. So then what was he feeling right now?
The woman was standing still, but he could make out her subtle breathing. The pink fog was returning.
Then a realization struck Wesker, and his heart began to beat fast. Faster than it ever beat before. The virus was fading, this was apparent to Wesker for some time. He understood the longer he went without it the weaker he was getting, the more… mortal he was becoming. Actual, true hunger had hit him earlier and it was a sensation he hadn't felt in a while. And now, he was feeling something else. Something he thought he'd never, ever feel.
Wesker was suddenly feeling… affection. For this woman.
And he hated it.
But.. Did he really feel affection for this woman? This waitress? True, Wesker never felt this sensation before but he assumed love at first sight (or in his case, smell) was impossible. Then again…
"Woman." Wesker finally said. "What's your name?"
"My name?" The waitress asked aloud, she seemed about as confused as Wesker was.
"Yeah, your name." Wesker said almost angrily. "Hurry before I get bored and shoot you."
"K-Kim."
Kim! What a nice name. Wesker sighed. He then realized he had just sighed and it wasn't done sarcastically or in jest. He then briefly flirted with the idea of turning the gun on himself in that moment.
"What the hell is he doing?" One of the officers near Jill spoke up, looking into the diner with a pair of binoculars.
Jill squinted, it looked like Wesker was talking.
"Who's he talking to?"
Jill reached over and the officer handed her the binoculars. She peered through them and in the direction of the diner. The waitress was moving her mouth.
"I think he's talking to the hostage." She said.
"The hostage?" The officer echoed. "Why the hell would they be talking?"
"Wesker's in an officer's disguise right?" Jill said rhetorically, and the officer nodded his head. "Maybe the waitress is working with him. Maybe they're trying to fool us."
"What?" The officer seemed shocked. "No way. I don't believe it."
"Think about it!" Jill said fiercely. "He takes a hostage, demands a getaway vehicle, and takes the hostage with him. But then, the hostage was actually working with him! Bam! We all get made fools of and they escape!"
The cop's jaw dropped.
Jill reached for her radio on her hip. "Josh, are you in position?"
Josh's voice came in clearly. "Yeah, I'm at the back door."
"I think Wesker and the waitress could be working together." She said evenly. "Be careful. Protect the civilians, but if the waitress does anything suspicious don't hesitate to take out Wesker, his accomplice and the waitress."
Josh hesitated, but answered after a moment. "… You got it."
"You're clever Wesker, I'll give you that." Jill put the radio back on her hip, and grabbed the binoculars again. "But you're not more cleverer than I am."
"Ms. Valentine, that doesn't make sense." The officer said and Jill quickly hushed him.
Wesker realized that he never got a good look at Kim's face. He hoped she was incredibly ugly and that by looking at her he would be cured of this… pink affliction currently attacking his brain.
"Kim!" Wesker shouted, grabbing her shoulder. "Let me see your face!"
He spun her around and gasped. Her black hair flowed like water, her brown eyes sparkled. She was of Asian descent, and had a little button nose and soft full lips. She gave him a frightened, innocent look as he tore off his aviator shades and his police hat.
"D! Point your gun at Kim." Wesker put his gun away while D approached and pointed the magnum at her.
"Kim!" Wesker shouted again, taking her by the shoulders and looking deep into her eyes. "I-I..!"
Kim's eyes were wide, she looked shocked. Wesker hoped she was shocked by his extreme attractiveness.
Wesker gulped, and forgot what he was going to say. He knew it was going to be dramatic, though. So he kept the dramatic tone, and then spoke to her. "Your hair smells nice. What shampoo do you use?"
Then Kim looked a little angry. "Are you seriously asking me right now what shampoo I use?"
"I have a gun." Wesker smiled a little.
Kim sighed. "It's called Apple Fantasy."
"Oooh!" Wesker sounded genuinely interested. "I love Apple Fantasy. Unfortunately, I haven't washed my hair in days. Er, well I guess I shouldn't have told you that…"
He laughed nervously, and continued speaking, not knowing when to stop. "It looks good, though, right? I mean it always look good, but I could really go for a shampoo right now, you know what I'm saying? Some Apple Fantasy would be great. You look really pretty. You remind me of my Mama Wesker."
The waitress didn't say anything. She merely gaped at him. There was a long stretch of awkward silence between the two before Wesker cleared his throat.
"My name is Albert Wesker, by the way. Pleased to meet you."
Finally Kim opened her mouth as if she was going to say something. The moment was cut short, however, when the back door of the diner burst open and Josh Stone and a few officers rushed in with guns drawn.
When Josh saw Wesker the first thing he did was fire a shot at his back. All at once, the pink fog faded and for a moment Wesker felt his abilities kick into high gear. He didn't even need to hear the gunshot to know what was going on. He moved quickly aside and the bullet missed him, but it struck someone else instead.
Kim shrieked and fell to the ground, a splotch of red coating her chest.
"Kim!" Wesker growled deep in his throat before turning on Stone and the officers. "You shot Kim!"
"You damn right!" Josh said coldly, fully believing that she was with Wesker. "And now Josh Stone is going to be the one who kills you!"
Wesker paused. "Josh… who?"
"Josh Stone, goddamit!" Josh growled, aiming the gun at Wesker. "Me! I'm Josh Stone! I'm with Jill!"
"Sorry." Wesker said. "I never heard of you before and you're going to be dead before anyone else can, either."
"D, grab Kim and head to the roof." Wesker pointed to a door in the kitchen. "Leave these bastards to me."
"You sure, Wesker? ): " D said, already moving to scoop Kim off the floor.
"More than sure." Wesker cracked his knuckles, then turned towards the diner patrons. "Nobody move. Or I'll kill you all with my bare hands."
Wesker then walked towards the officers and Stone, who had been standing just out of sight from Jill and the officers out front.
Josh raised his gun and fired a shot at Wesker. Wesker did not move out of the way and the bullet struck him right in the chest. Josh was astonished, however, when Wesker continued to advance on him.
"That's impossible!" Josh shouted. "I shot your heart, you should be dead!"
"Don't you understand?" Wesker snarled. He swatted Josh's gun away with the back of his hand, then used both his hands to grab Josh by the head. "You can't shoot me in the heart, because my heart is ALREADY BROKEN."
BAM! Wesker brought his own head down on top of Josh's, giving the BSAA agent an earth-shattering head butt. The agent fell to the ground and Wesker stood over him. Wesker flexed his chest muscles and pushed the bullet out of his own body. The bullet clattered when it hit the floor.
He looked at the handful of officers that had been standing behind Josh and sneered. "Who's next?"
"Shit, he's the terminator!" The officers dropped their weapons in unison. They turned and bolted out the back door, leaving Josh's unconscious body behind with Wesker.
Wesker grinned, but then coughed up a mouthful of blood when they were gone. He placed a hand on his chest and leaned his shoulder against the wall for a moment. It was a stupid, reckless thing he just did. It was a moment of hot-bloodedness for Wesker and he felt, briefly as though he was at full power. Luckily he would heal, but he was worried that he might have just exhausted the last of his power. With his power ebbing away, he felt mortality creep back in and, with it, his worry for Kim returned.
He cursed himself, grabbed Josh by the collar of his uniform and rushed to the roof.
Wesker threw the door to the roof open and felt the warm sunlight on his face. He saw D kneeling over Kim's body nearby and dropped Josh by the door.
"D move out of the way." Wesker began unbuttoning the police uniform and balled it up in his hand.
He ran over to Kim, and pressed it firmly over her bullet wound. She had lost a lot of blood.
"Kim… I'm so sorry." Wesker's throat felt dry, the words came out hoarse.
Kim looked up at him weakly, her eyes were brimming with tears.
"There's not much more I can do for you." He said, positive she didn't have much time left. She looked like she was in immense pain and there seemed to be only one thing Wesker could do for her.
He reached into his holster and withdrew the gun. Tears were streaming down her cheeks when Wesker pressed the gun to her head. "Before today I never felt the sensation of love. I'm sure, in reality, it wasn't actual love that I felt. But I now understand the power it can have. You taught me today, Kim, that human emotion can be useful. Thank you."
Kim said nothing. There was a stretch of awkward silence between the two. Wesker cleared his throat and sang softly to Kim.
"I guess you're just what I needed."
In the background D chimed in, he was busy poking Josh's body with the magnum. "Just what he needed! :D!"
"I needed someone to BLEED!"Wesker then abruptly stopped his singing.
"Wow. Poor choice in song. I'm sorry, Kim."
Kim grimaced and motioned to the gun Wesker held against her head. Finally she spoke. "You can pull that trigger now. I think I'm ready to die."
Wesker's mouth formed a thin line. He nodded once and pulled the hammer back on the pistol. "Good bye, Kim."
He pulled the trigger.
The gun shot echoed from the roof and caused Jill and a few other officers to jump. The radio silence that began when Josh and his men stormed the back of the diner had made Jill tense. She was worried about Josh and began second guessing her decision to let him lead the strike team.
Someone had reported movement on the roof, and Jill prayed for Josh's safety. She had lost too many good friends because of Wesker.
Finally, the silence got to her, and she picked the radio up. "Josh, are you there? It's been a while. Did you get Wesker?"
Silence. Jill bit her lip. There was a burst of static and Jill's heart leapt. Then, it plummeted immediately afterward.
Wesker's voice came in over the radio. "Hello Jill. You're sounding healthy. Look up, because I think it's going to rain."
Jill looked up and to her horror she saw someone fall from the roof of the diner.
It was Josh.
He fell for less than a second before landing with a huge crash on the roof of a police car.
The officers shouted in horror and dismay, but no scream was louder than Jill's. She ran to Josh's body and instructed the officers to head into the diner.
They entered but there was no sign of Wesker or D. They tried to keep the diner patrons and staff calm, who were freaking out over what had just transpired.
Outside Jill wrapped her fingers around Josh's wrist. She closed her eyes and felt for a pulse. When there was none Jill let go and stepped away from the body.
She picked up the radio and spoke into it coldly. "I hope you are listening to this because I want you to know that wherever you go, wherever you may hide, I will find you. And when I do, I'll take your inhuman heart and crush it. I'll make you regret surviving for as long as you have. You're going to wish you died on that bomber. This isn't a threat. It's a promise."
"This isn't a threat. It's a promise."
Jill's voice faded from the radio on the police car's dashboard. Wesker, with D riding shotgun, was driving as fast as he could away from the city. All attention seemed to be focused on the aftermath of the hostage situation and the death of Josh Stone, allowing Wesker and D to get away fairly easily.
Wesker reached for the radio that once belonged to Josh Stone and picked it up. He thought briefly of responding, but shook his head and threw the radio out the window. Neither D or Wesker said anything. This was fine, because Wesker didn't feel like talking anyway.
He reached for the dial on the car's radio and switched it on. Roy Orbison's In Dreams began to fill the car, drowning out whatever sorrow Wesker might have felt.
In the desert the secret Umbrella facility was waiting. Inside would undoubtedly be Wesker's virus. He just wondered what else might be waiting there for him.
They sped on, passing a sign that read MOJAVE DESERT, 25 MILES.
Next time on Wesker's New Life:
Wesker's New Virus
"Hello and welcome to our secret base!" The woman smiled so broadly that her eyes almost shut completely.
"Uh, hi." Wesker adjusted the aviators on his face. "What, er, exactly is this place?"
The woman kept smiling, and spoke through pearly white teeth. "Well isn't it obvious, sir? This used to be an Umbrella Base, but we re-purposed it for our needs. The landlord was eager to sell the base, apparently not many people have interests in secret desert bases these days."
"Yes, but who are you?"
"Sir?" Her smiled only faultered somewhat. "You haven't heard of us?"
"I've been... busy."
"We're Phenotrans, sir. We specialize in Zombrex, the zombification prevention drug?"
"Oh," Wesker shrugged his shoulders and collected a brochure on the counter and flipped through it casually. "Well, that doesn't sound ominous at all."
TO BE CONTINUED
