Chapter Sixteen
He trembled from his own actions, but still stayed strong. Three more bullets sprang from his weapon and into the man before him, sinking deep into his flesh. Blood spurted forwards at each impact, causing the man;s body to jerk with each bodily implosion. The leg, the knee cap, his forearm….all were spewing crimson flow as he fell to the floor. James Marcus wallowed as he fell into the slippery liquid of his own blood. Wesker looked back at the man who had fired the shot. William didn't even look like himself anymore, a murderous gleam shining in his eyes. Marcus should have known better than to mention Sherry and Annette…he should have known…
Wesker walked quietly up to the rasping scientist, his gun trained upon him once more. Several of the tinier leeches seemed to be crawling towards their master, but it was a distant thought. It was probably the blood that was attracting them… James looked up, his age now wearing upon his haggard face as both weapons were now pointed at him. "Would you really kill an old man who just wanted a chance?" Wesker inclined his head at William, then back at his former mentor. Raising the gun higher, he unloaded into the man's chest. The sickening, wet sound of bullet punched flesh sounded over and over as the lead intrusions began to fill Marcus's body. Birkin joined into the attack, his lips curling back into a sneer. "You are just jealous, old man. Because that is what you are….old…outdated….a thing of the past. We have everything you have ever wanted. Power, glory, a family…." The words barely registered as Marcus sank further into the floor, but the last stab hurt him into his soul. Even as it fled his body, he knew they were right… He had no family….
As death tore him from his flesh shell, James Marcus could not help but think that the place that awaited him was going to be filled with the monsters he had created…. The scientist would become the soul twisted thing of darkness that he had always hidden from the world… So many people he had experimented upon over the years…so many abominations… It was always going to catch up…to haunt him… and now he sank into the deep abyss, awaiting their long dead clutches. Cruelly Wesker kept emptying his hand gun, the weapon lightly jumping in his hands. A fury raged behind his crystal orbs, finally appeased with the glory of bloodshed. So much apprehension…so much doubts…and finally the deed was done. James Marcus was dead…
The corps slid down the wall even further, its face upturned. Both men flinched as several of the leeches squashed themselves against the old man's cheek in a desperate attempt to suck what remaining blood from him. Wesker leaned down, speaking quietly into his wrist walkie- talkie. "Bring in the clean up team…we are ready." William heaved a sigh of relief as he looked over to Wesker, despite the fact his body was still coiled like a tightly wound spring. He half expected Marcus to come back from the dead and try to kill them all….but of course that was none sense. No one could come back from the dead…yet.
"/are you ready to return to the Ball, Albert?" As the team shuffled by, Birkin watched as the nameless crew stuffed the body in a body bag. Several of the leeches clung so fiercely, that they too were bagged. Wesker looked about the room in disgust, shaking his head. The room would have to be sterilized…and soon. "No, you are instructed to over see the …disposal of the body. I have pressing business that needs my attention." Squaring his shoulders as he went to leave the room, Wesker's back could be seen stiffen even through his leather coat. Birkin called out quietly, but had no know one question they both had been posed. "Do you ever wonder if we will end up like him… Well..you know…" Wesker looked over his shoulder, his face a mask of nothingness. "You mean if I will…you certainly won't because of your family." William nodded, his face burning. Albert Wesker paused briefly, his jaw tightening as he looked away. "No…unlike Marcus, I don't need anyone to function…. Good night, William."
Stalking into the hallway shadows, the man disappeared into the night. William Birkin watched as what left of James Marcus' legacy was crawled towards his shoe. Raising his foot up swiftly, the man let it come crashing down. Just as its "father", the creature became nothing more than a blood mess to clean away…
….
She had searched…everywhere. The files had been all in complete order, and yet….the ones she was desperately trying to locate seemingly had disappeared into thin air… "This is idiotic…" Mumbling to herself as she searched even the desk pen drawers to see if a false bottom was present, Angelica became increasingly agitated. How would she prove to Spencer that Marcus hadn't been siphoning funds if she couldn't find the paperwork! Kicking outwards in frustration as she wheeled about in Wesker's chair, the woman struck something hard…and painful. "Dammit….owoow…oh hello…" Looking underneath the desk to see what she had collided with, a silver safe gleamed in what little light illuminated it. Practically jumping for it, the young woman went for the handle….and of course it was locked. Pressing her lips together, Angelica sighed. It was the only possible place left….
Leaning her ear next to the safe lock, she began to spin its wheel gear. She attempted first Spencer's date of birth….no luck. Then she tried the date the company had been founded….no cigar. After cursing under her breath she decided to use The Birkin's wedding anniversary…even though it was rather …strange if he had really used it. Empty again. Sitting cross legged for a minute, the woman racked her brain, and then decided that maybe if she stared at it long enough…the structure would magically open….
"You of all people should know the combination." The voice made her jump, which in turn made her take a nasty bump on the forehead. Looking up as she rubbed the spot, Angelica prayed she had just lost her mind. But no, staring at her from the door way was him….
Wesker looked amused if anything as he walked over to the safe. Deftly flicking the safe's combination in full view, the heavy door finally swung aside. Angelica snatched the folders quickly, jetting backwards as she stood into the wall…. At least she collided with it roughly with her back. Her eyes were wide as he watched her, his own wandering down her long legs. "I'll admit you looked lovely before…but the change of attire suits you better. Those legs seemed to have knocked out my assistant. Would you care to explain yourself?" Anger flashed finally as he took a step forward, her arms hugging the precious material to her chest. "Your safe combination is idiotic, who uses their blood type? It's easy to hack."
Wesker chuckled darkly, smoothing back his blonde locks. "Really? You couldn't guess it…but I digress. Why are you robbing my office, Angelica? Do not make me ask you again." The woman tried to side step, but was met by stiff hands grasping at her shoulders. Looking back to him, his sapphire flames met her gaze, completely making her throat feel dry. "And if I don't answer? I'm not afraid of the repercussions, but you won't get away with it." The amusement left his lips as her words were thrown, his eyes becoming dark and shadowy in the dim light. "You should be dear heart. You would be surprised what a man like me is capable of…"
Angelica stiffened. Was he …threatening her? There was an emotion behind his stare that she could not read…as if he was doing something against his will… Her body felt cold, inhuman as she drew back to hit him in the jaw, but the blow never was received. His hand caught her wrist, sending the papers she was holding flying into the air. They both knew why she was there…. "You do not understand why things are the way they are, Angelica…. The information no longer is your concern…" As the papers fell about the room, her body twisted as yet again she tried to land a blow to get away. Her back kick was caught, finally this time her ankle being turned painfully. Forcing her body backwards he jerked her to him, her back flush against his chest. Gripping the elbows that she tried to slam into his sides, Wesker roughly held the woman effectively at bay. "Marcus is already gone. You cannot help those who do not wish to be…And of you try to hit me again, I will be forced to break you arm." Growling as he leaned over her, the man finally let himself enjoy that fact that she was at his mercy.
This woman had nagged him, bugged him, defied him….and now she was struggling like a fish out of water in his arms. The smell of her perfume hung heavy on the golden strands of hair that wisped across his nose. Her flesh was warm, fiery… All the adrenaline of the night was still running through his veins like a drug, and was possibly the reason why he did his next action. "Let me go, Wesker." Her form wriggled delightfully…her curves… Spinning the female he was wrestling with in mind and body, the man slid his hands down her arms loosely, now gripping forcefully at her hips. Crashing his lips down upon hers even as she still fought, Wesker indulged himself. After all…he had been a good boy and killed Marcus like Spencer had asked….now it was time to be a vvvvery bad man. As his mouth moved upon her, he could feel her heart rate jump. His gloved fingers clawed down her bottom, tearing at the shorts' waist band. Her skin was hot on the outside…oh how warm would she be insid….
"I saidfff get ooooffffffffffffffffffff!" Bucking a knee straight up into his groin, Angelica forced her assailant to hunch over in pain. Leaning back upon the desk, she pushed both her feet flat on his chest, sending the male back into the wall. He snarled as his back cracked upon impact, forcing the winded Wesker to slide down. Angelica snatched what papers were closest, pausing to stare at the injured man. She couldn't tell what would be more sore in the morning…his pride…or his groin.. "You always try to help people…even if they don't wish to be. Because people like me hold onto believing there is still good in the world…and in people…especially people like you…" Wesker grit his teeth as he looked up at her, his chest expanding rapidly in heavy breathing. Taking one last look, Angelica sprinted out of the room, taking the advantage of her fallen enemy.
Wesker did not follow as he stood up minutes later, but merely walked into his outer office. Ada was rubbing the shadowy bruise on her jaw, and shot him a dirty look as he stared at her. "She was tougher than you led on, Albert. After this I am going to get some dry margaritas at the Ball…will you join me?" Staring forwards at the lovely woman, Wesker shook his head as he took the woman by the elbow. "No…I have another idea…follow me."
…
After the "movers" had come out with their last load, Brad tiptoed around the loading truck. Going quietly up the stairs, the young man could not help but envision himself humming the "Mission Impossible" theme song. After peeking into the door that the young woman had disappeared through half an hour ago, Vickers decidedly though better of calling for her down the hall. For one, he had no clue as to her name. For two…he didn't want to get shot. After a few seconds of wandering down the hallway, the young man began to believe he had actually dreamed it up…perhaps it was a backfiring vehicle… and this place was too beautiful to have a sinister plot lurking..
But then of course, that wouldn't explain why the woman he was looking for was now running full speed with papers in her arms. Her eyes were wide, cheeks flushed deep rouge. Grabbing him by the arm as she ran past, the teenager was nearly pulled plum off his sneakers. "We have got to go…haven't much…time…why are you still here anyway!" Brad jogged along behind her, trying to keep up as they crashed through the double doors and into the parking lot. Shaking his head as he panted, the man laughed nervously. "Couldn't leave you behind…seeing as you are alone..and a woman and all…besides it was a good thing right?" Angelica didn't even acknowledge as she dove into the back seat. Motioning wildly as he revved the engine, the young woman began to re-dress herself in her formal attire. "Goo..goo go back to the Mansion. I'm out of time…." As she was jerked backwards when he slammed his foot down on the gas pedal, Angelica narrowed her eyes. Her view was out of the back window, and of the moving truck that had been parked there beside them. Three men were moving a oblong, black bag…and it looked like something was leaking from it…