Once more readers enter an all to familiar mansion, this time with reasonably less fear in one respect and quiet the greater fear in another.
Sudden movement to the left causes readers to jump, and all shudder in fear of what it could be. Marcus in an apron again? Or perhaps some new horror, spawn of an equally demented mind.
Tam: Nah im just messin with you, WOOT (dances around in a drunken circle) I LOVE MY REVIEWERS, YOU ALL ROCK, COOKIE TO EVERYONE WHO REVIEWED.
And a box oh cookies to Luffys-girl for actually guessing who I was dressed as. Note also the way this chapter starts out was already preplanned so don't panic, we are keeping this a Wesker fic. ALSO, you have no idea how much trouble getting this chapter out was.
Disclaimer: YES I OWN RESIDENT EVIL MUAHAHAHAHA, (dodges random flying lawyers) whoa they really can't take a joke.
I found no rest from Weskers pursuit even in my sleep, through dreamscapes and nightmare setting's he followed me, waiting for me to emerge from one only to drag me into another. Eventually my mind was freed of his influence, but I could feel him waiting outside of my sleeping refuge, possessive and calm; the demeanor of a man who knows what he wants is within his grasp.
I knew now, this man was not going to give up on finding me.
Like I'd said earlier, we could sense each other; he knew I still existed, albeit he didn't know were I was, but if he needed to he could find me. You see all of us from the brainless carrier to the most powerful Tyrant have this strange ability, almost like a homing device; it's how carrier's knew to stay away from Hunter territory and such.
Honestly, have you ever seen a Hunter and a Cerberus in the same place? I'll bet not, or try a Hunter and a Neptune; would never happen, and nobody went near Tyrant territory, cause regardless of how tasty that morsel may look from your territory, I guaranty that it wont look so good when you're the one being eaten.
Tyrants are one of the most diabolical creatures man has ever created, hands down; I would know since I am one. But back on track, Tyrant's have the potential to take over the world if they so wish, the problem is that the carrier of the direct Tyrant strain, those who in the end become the Tyrant we know today aren't mentally strong enough to bear the change that turns them from man to monster.
In fact most Tyrants are imperfect, mind you I said most, there are a few exceptions, I am one of them and unfortunately Wesker was another; the point of the T-virus when first manipulated by Doctor Marcus was to make his queen leech not stronger, but more intelligent. And in that respect he had succeeded, not only had his leech queen lived on to reproduce, but it had resurrected him and given him his chance for revenge.
In fact it had chosen, when and were it would enact its revenge according to Marcus's memories.
When Birken stole the virus from Marcus he could only see the potential strength, and in the end he had realized his folly, but not quick enough to save himself from becoming an imperfect predator, and in truth he had been so very close; which is the reason he became the horrendous half creature he was.
Now if your wondering how I know this considering I was nowhere near Raccoon city when that happened, well you have my brother to thank for that one; he told me about Birken, and it wasn't until later that I figured out why he did as he did when I turned. The imperfect Tyrant has a mind, but does not know how to use it for anything but hunting, the perfect Tyrant uses there mind to the fullest, in order to help it when brute strength will not.
I slowly woke to my surroundings; my eye's blurry with sleep, where in the seven hell's? Was the first though and fraise out of my dry throat; I was in a dim little room in what looked like a tiny apartment.
My back ached and my stomach felt wishy-washy, blarge I did not feel good man, I needed to drink something, movement was definitely on the top of my To Do list, since I didn't know if I could, ok lets try sitting up.
And thus went a good hour and a half of my morning as my ill used body protested movement, I (quiet literally) crawled out of the hole that was my bed only to discover that the place was totally disserted, no one anywhere.
My stomach growled loudly protesting the empty space in my stomach where food should have been. I needed food and quick, finding the kitchen was a task in itself, it was half buried in a maelstrom of pizza boxes and soda cans, apparently they didn't like cleaning. I managed to find something to eat in the fridge, which was almost empty, and from there I didn't have much strength to do more then crawl back to the hole id come out of and fall back asleep.
Wesker cursed softly, a few moments longer and he would have found her, that wretched wench, he had waited patiently for her to waken, much longer then was comfortable; at one point fearing the possibility of having drugged her into a coma. But his patients had been rewarded not handsomely but rewarded nonetheless, he had narrowed his search from an entire city, to a single neighbor hood; quiet amazing all things considered.
But it was frustrating, not a block from her and his connection to her consciousness had been cut off, never before had he encountered such defiance in any person; even in her unconsciousness she seemed to defy him, forever out of reach in the dark recesses of her mind.
It seemed that she defied everything, because not even his men could get a decent idea of her position; Wesker punched a near by brick wall, not bothering to restrain himself, thus toppling a perfectly innocent wall. (A/N: Winces Poor wall all watch as a tear streaks down Tam's face Audience: WTF Oo)
"Wesker, I've never seen you so tense before" Ada said silken.
"Ada, it would be in your best interests to not bait me at this point in time," Wesker paused considering something " Or for that matter any time at all".
" You know as well as I do that we've searched this block four time's, if she was here we would have felt or found some trace of her" Ada spit acidly, "We cant afford to search for much longer you know."
" You will search for however much longer I say you'll search, you are my solders and you will follow my orders, understood?" Wesker said ice practically falling from his cold words.
"Understood, Wesker" Ada said emotionlessly, as she turned and walked away.
Not twenty feet from them said young woman slept soundly, without thought or dream…
Steve Burnside didn't know many things, he had always admitted his intelligence level or lack there of in some opinions, but one thing he did know was that Ada Wong had never once in there long stint as comrades shown a ounce of compassion. And as far as he had been concerned five minuets ago, never would; she was the beautiful froze butterfly of there dysfunctional family, yet she had willingly walked up to Wesker and asked him to give up his search, something she had never done before.
Ada Wong never just gave up, never, so she had to have some reason behind her action.
The real question was what.
Ada Wong had been in this business for a very long time, to long by some accounts; and only once had she ever been close to botching a job, and even then it had been the Raccoon job; one she never spoke of, why she didn't few knew, as far as others were concerned it had been her finest moment.
But few knew the truth, for all of her ability, for all her skill, the only thing keeping her alive in the godforsaken pit had been her heart and will.
Ada had crawled from the smoldering ruins of Raccoon for one person, one man who had, against all odds wormed his way into her heart.
Her reasoning at that point had been flawed, but now, now her thoughts had settled in a different direction. Time had given her experience and wisdom, enough to see her reason for living on a different level; it was not as pathetic as she once believed.
Leon Kennedy, Ada's feelings for him had not changed in the two long years since Raccoon city; perhaps that was the reason, the purpose behind her feelings of pity towards the younger girl. I didn't take a genius to find out the relation between the two, her last name was Kennedy after all.
She even acts like him, calm aloof as if nothing could upset her, and assured as if she knows nothing can go wrong.
She shook her head in defeat, it was best that she not dwell on such things, she had bigger fish to fry right now.
BANG, THWACK!
My eyes shot open, what the fuck was that? I pulled the blanket around me, as I heard voices outside my door; either the residents of this lovely little apartment or the most unlucky burglar in the history of the world.
I scrunched myself into a ball, and focus my attention on my ears, they would be far more helpful at this point in time, considering I couldn't see through walls.
There were two, no three people standing outside the door, judging from there breathing, "Get all the equipment together, and be ready to leave yesterday" a deep smooth voice said, " Alright" a higher pitched definitely female voice said.
"Hey Billy, what are we gonna do with the girl" another voice continued, footsteps made it clear another person had joined the conversation, "Yeah" said the female voice "what are we going to do with sleeping beauty" added on the newcomer.
"Well it doesn't look like we have much of a choice do we" the said a much quieter voice," We cant leave her here, they'd finder her."
"We don't have to do anything," the female voice said sharply.
" Yes we do unfortunately, thanks to Cindy we have an obligation, and I don't believe it would be very wise to leave her here, they could very well use her for one of there experiments" Smooth voices said once more.
Which happened to be about the time I was making my way to the window, but unfortunately my foot caught on something in and I went down hard on my stomach knocking the air out of myself and causing quiet the avalanche as once piled up rubbish started to fall around me; one word people ouchies.
I sighed in defeat as the door to my room open, and I meet with the two coldest black eyes I have ever seen before in my life, fate I blame you for this, it's all your fault.
Tam: Sorry bout that, not only did my friend kidnap me, I managed to get a bloody nose over my hard copy, and guess what color my pen oh choice is. Red, go figure. Not to mention my muses played hooky for about a week. ANYHOO: tell me what you think, too much info, not enough? And as for the other characters, did I do ok? I'm not so sure I have a lot of experience with these two but it's a different thing all together when you try to think what there thinking. Oh and one more thing what color are Billy's eyes, cause honestly I couldn't find it.