Mansion of Horrifying Excitement
The Captain had been handling the little twit roughly, leading the pale man through some dark tunnels with water dripping here and there. The stupid Alpha had been asking questions such as; ''Do you believe in Satan?'', ''What kind of shampoo do you use?'', and ''Is Sandy Claws real?'', Wesker had been this close from committing murder but instead slapped him around a couple of times; he doubted Purplefield had any brain to damage anyway. Then he shoved the nuisance in a cell and was done with, Albert walked to a monitor room and seated, picked up a box of Danish from the nearby desk and started eating. Damn those pastries were blissfully delicious, he'd kill for them; well in fact he did.
From the monitor, Chris screamed, «You'll regret this! I swear I'll let the others know how evil you are! I'm sure they'll agree! Only someone who completely dresses in black can be made of extreme evilness! »
Wesker pressed the mute button, for now he was keeping this irritant in a cell because two pawns out there to deal with were enough, a third would make for too much stupid on the field. He needed to be careful, especially with all the monsters lurking around, and soon he'd let the Hunter α MA-121 loose. He was reserving another kind of experiment for this test subject, the type that—Wesker sat forward and stared at the monitor, «…..what the hell is he-», got up and hurried to the cell. Albert unlocked the door rapidly and yanked away at the t-shirt that Chris had coiled around his neck.
The captive whined, «NO! No let me die! I'm not letting you torture me and-» he got hit in the stomach this time.
As the man pained to breathe, Wesker took away the vest which contained Chris' knife then held him on the floor with his boot, his voice disdainful, «Believe me this is the very last thing I want to order but remove your damn pants, I'm not letting you pull that ploy again. Seriously, can you get any more pathetic…?! » the blond spat as he pushed on the chest to emphasize how discontented he was and to press him on. The deed done; his captor rapidly moved away and slammed the door, locking it. Now not only was Chris stuck in a dismal, wet cell; but he was also half naked and freezing. That might have been one of the worse ideas he ever had; it was not.
Wesker returned in the adjacent room but didn't pick the Danish this time, his appetite was gone. Now he hoped this moron wouldn't go as far as trying to strangle himself with his underwear. If it came to that Albert would just let him; there were some limits, no way would he step in there with the guy naked, to hell with the B.O.W. statistics then. He doesn't get paid enough for that, but soon would. The thought made him grin and then he started laughing maniacally, for an entire minute, after that he started choking on his saliva thus forcing him to stop. «Damn it, bad habit will kill me. »
His lunch break and fun now ruined, he glared at the other monitors showing the different areas of the mansion; hoping to gather more data there. As he stared without blinking so much he was annoyed, he saw something weird move in front of the cameras. It seemed deformed, full of protruding veins and reddish; Wesker did not know of this bio weapon. When the sweaty face of Burton was seen as he tried getting back on his feet, Albert grimaced. The man must have fallen after being attacked and had been in the process of getting up when the Captain caught on the disgraceful scene. After getting over his disgust, an idea dawned in his mind so he left the monitor room smirking.
+++++++++++R.E.+++++++++++
Destructor-Valentine was on the second floor, west wing and walked through the double doors. It led to a grand mezzanine which stood over the dining room she had already visited. One of those charming resident was stumbling about and she wondered for how long he'd been aimlessly revolving around the place, never to leave here. «Uuugghhh….», his soft moan was heard over the ticking of the clock, Jill quickly glanced his way, «Tell me about it.» She vaguely wondered why all of their clothes looked so worn out as if they've been wearing them for centuries. Sure clothing could get torn up thanks to zombie-grabbing frenzy, but it didn't explain why the ends of their pants were punctured in many places as if literally being decaying on them for eons.
Well he still walked in circle trying to get a hold of his snack while bumping into the handrail, she merely moved closer to a statue representing a woman. One arm stood straight above the head holding a fake severed arm. Jill pondered over the significance of this sculpture though still failed to understand and perhaps that was the problem, since maybe these figure had no meaning at all; just like Redfield's existence.
She dismissed the art and it was about time as well since the zombie had reached her, must have had a regain of energy when the sweet whiff of fresh victuals had finally reached his decaying nose. He hastily tried to grab her but she dodged, his velocity making him collide with the statue instead. Since neither of them was able to prevent the consequence of such an action, it sent them both over the edge; the bust broke and the creature shattered his weak bones over it. No more aimless wandering, he should be grateful.
Valentine now faced two doors, both locked but not for long as she swept out her gadgets with way too much drama than necessary. Near that stood a painting representing an old man, the most striking features were the two small daggers dug in his eyes; Jill brought them with her. Crossing the first door led her to a mid-sized room with a stairway going down, a wooden handrail edging it. A gray metal door was at her left but she walked passed it, noticing the zombie that was standing on the stairs she grabbed the dagger and threw it. The blade nicely revolved in the air and pierced the skull with ease, the fellow dropped on his face and rolled down the steps producing comical thudding. Never knew what hit him.
The entertained woman walked along parallel to the handrail and all around it until arriving at an opening at her left, another ex-human was just standing there slightly balancing on his rotting lower limbs. He also gently moaned at her and those were always appealing to hear even if everything else was not; she aimed her pistol and obliterated his head, matters stuck to the wall and doors. Well too bad, maybe in other circumstances she could have heard sexier noises come from his mouth as she'd tower him while he'd be chained to a wall and-, «….ohhh yes…..», she zoned out for some time, just standing there near a corpse as the man's blood reached her boots.
Eventually she exited Dark Dreamy Land and went down the stairway which led to a long corridor with many windows but none exploded in her face this time. She also walked past three doors but only bothered with the last one, «How many goddamn rooms does this mansion has?», this one gave into another passage with more doors. The windows were being slightly struck by living dead who clearly wanted in on the fun. She dismissed the minor threat and crossed the additional door that stood on her immediate right, giving into a bedroom. A couple of pills were strewn all over a desk adjacent to a wine bottle; the scenario implied was clear enough. She also found a pair of clown outfits pinned to a wall along with a tomahawk; this wasn't so clear. Jill picked up a small notebook and started reading.
''_May 9, 1998_
Played poker tonight with a certain Lee Scott Ken and Elias from Security, and Steve NotBurnside from Research. They all won, I asked how that was possible but they avoided my questions; I bet they cheated, but I'm not sure since I don't know much about poker. Still, assholes.
_May 10, 1998_
One of the higher-ups assigned me to take care of a new creature; I like this job since it gives me the opportunity to see them in action and witness massacres. Usually I just dump corpses in there, you know, dead people, people I didn't like, etc. But feeding instructions were to give it live animals, so I did like usual except I fed 'em Steve. What a feast it was, and by that I mean for my ears and eyes. The monster tore his limb off one by one and pulled out his guts, then poked him in the eyes; after that it started eating and that scumbag was still alive. Serves him right.
_May 11, same damn year._
At around 5 A.M., Scott woke me up. Frightened me so much I hit him on the head with my desk lamp. He was wearing a protective suit and handed me one, except mine was missing the head portion. I looked at him but he didn't say anything so I figured it was no big deal. Then he said there had been an accident in the basement lab, in the basement's basement, in the other basement that is another basement. I always figured something like this would happen, these twit in Research never sleep, never even eat. Maybe that explains why Steve had these extreme dark circle around his eyes; made him look as if he wore more make up than my boyfriend. I mean GIRLFRIEND! Shit….hell I don't know anymore; that random person I cut the picture out of from the newspaper and kept in my wallet.
_May 12, yata yata_
I've been wearing the damn space suit since yesterday; would have been better to actually just go to space and get away from all this….well at least I can scratch my head no problem. My skin's getting grimy and feels itchy all over, nothing I'm not used to since I never bathe often. But the damn dogs have been looking at me funny; they put their heads in between their front legs, staring me from under their torso while their asses were facing me. I mean what the fuck? I decided not to feed them, looks like I'm not the only one who'll starve today.
_May 13, oOouuUhhh, spooky 13….bullshit._
Dragged my smelly self to the Infirmary because my back is swollen, I could feel it move on its own and frankly it scared me a tiny bit. The nurse slapped a big bandage on it and told me I didn't need to worry, which definitely worried me. Now all I wanna do is sleep; more than usual that is. And where in holy fuckland did I lose my Ted-He bear!?
_May 14, Ugh, this crap._
Found another blister on my foot this morning. I ended up dragging my foot all the way to the dog's pen; and I mean dragged separately, in my hand, because it had detached from my body for reasons unknown to me. Yeah I've never been too bright. The dogs were quiet all day, I wondered if they were dead which would have been amusing and provided me with some food; but they were still breathing. Then I realized some of them had escaped, somehow one of them clever bastard must have snuck in my bedroom at night and stole the keys….Maybe this is their way of getting back at me for not feeding them the last three days; that ought to piss anyone off. If anybody finds out I'll have my head handed to me; or rather chewed giving the circumstances….
_May 16, nineteen-ninety-eight_
Rumors going around that a researcher who tried to escape the estate last night were shot. I bet it was Scott; he always liked cop movies and that kind of action. Always telling me how he would have liked to work for the R.P.D., dye his hair orange and wear blue contact lenses, for some reason. My entire body feels hot and itchy and I'm sweating all the time, the fridge is suspiciously as empty as four days ago plus the TV is only playing some shitty drama show. Hell, maybe I should have escaped too.
The swelling on my arm was pulsing, I scratched it and it dropped off, the damn thing kept moving then. That vaguely made me recall something Scott had said, but I can't be bothered to remember right now as this thing just wiggles around on my bed sheet. What the hell is that?!
_May 17_ohgodthehorror
…..I found downy Ted-He…..it was gruesome…outside, must have jumped over the handrail trying to escape but got attacked. His fluffy fluff spread all over the ground; forever staring my way…..I don't blame him for trying to escape this maddening place, towards a softer future….I'll avenge YOU!
As soon as pieces of rotten flesh stops falling off me.
…..Maybe.
But I'll consider it…..At least I think I will. At some point…perhaps if I had more guts but, considering sleeping with a toy made me feel more secure, fuck it.
_Mayday 19, something on some planet_
Scratch scratch always. Dog ate plant. Ate doggie that ate plant.
M 21
Itchy smelly Elias came, uglier than usual, killed him. Ate.
4/
scratch. yum.''
Valentine started laughing softly and threw the diary over her shoulder which hit the wardrobe, as if on cue something moved behind her. Speedily turning around she saw the wardrobe's door being banged on from the inside, then it slowly opened allowing her to relish into the anticipated revelation. Another charming deceased stared at her with his white sick eyes, moving his jaw slowly as if he was already chewing something in advance, or maybe savoring his own tongue.
The amusing discovery only made her laugh some more as she pierced his malodorous skin with bullets, gracing him with two crimson holes in his face. The now-dead man emitted a funny sound as he fell, face first on the diary which was probably his. His chubbier roommate, who had been taking a nap on the floor prior or after being infected, got up from excitement thanks to the smell of iron. The woman also granted him with additional body openings though it wouldn't help to vent the odor.
She exited and eyed the brown door at the end of the corridor on her right, judging by the map in her head this would lead her back to that place where Gee Saliva had died. Instead she visited the door in front of her but stood in the doorway blinking, it was a very small room with a peculiar statue in its middle. This time it wasn't of a woman but a bare-chested man with empty circular indentations where his nipples should be; perhaps she was meant to insert items there. She gazed down and it seemed his testicles were meant to be pulled in order for the statue to move left or right; perhaps this was some kind of joke, «Or maybe I'll just leave him be. Yeah, that's better. Leave the dude be. », and she closed the door wondering who in the fuck created all those. Perhaps someone gravely passionate about weird shit that makes no sense.
Valentine walked past the hungry creatures stuck behind glass in order to investigate the remaining room; there was a nice fountain in its middle but also some sort of mutated and living plant nesting in it. Jill observed further noticing a key was hung on the wall at the back of the room; upon gathering this useless information she also was whipped in the face by one green appendage which almost cut her nose off, making her face bleed as she stumbled backward, lost footing then hit her skull on the floor. She slapped a green leaf on her nose then stood up, «Fucking waste of time again. » With her ego bit sorer than her face, she ran past the windows as they shattered; revolving around she hurled the last dagger scoring perfectly right in the middle of a forehead. Smirking, she pulled the trigger achieving two headshots at once, she laughed and left.
Well at least that lifted her spirit a bit.
+++++++++++R.E.+++++++++++
The special soldier ventured elsewhere, soon discovering that her new decaying buddies could still surprise her. She met another who was busy being useless at the top of a stairway in the east wing, moaning feverishly when meat crossed his decaying sight. This one moved down the steps to reach her before suddenly sending a mix of bile and pus her way which she dodged at the last second. It seemed very acidic and potentially fatal, especially if you received it in your eyes; surely that was bound to be hazardous. She revolved around him a couple of times, watching his reaction and the seemingly endless flow of toxic vomit.
Well that part of the stairway was becoming quite dangerous now being all damp with puke and probably melting the soles of her boots, so she gunned him and descended while making sure not to slip in the mixture. That's when she noticed the wall at her right, every inch of it filled with many tableaus but only depicting one huge black stain. «…Art confuses me. »
There was another zombie waiting for her at the end of the stairs, his back was turned and he was close enough to stab from where she stood. However her combat knife got stuck in his skull so when he made a step forward Jill got pulled along before releasing her grip from the hilt. She didn't let him get to the stairs else he'd puke his way to her, first she shot his kneecaps off, pulled her knife free then stabbed him in the eyes, all while twisting upward to attain the brain. Valentine watched him collapse backward with a faint 'thud', «Entertaining myself with zombies, dad would be proud. »
+++++++++++R.E.+++++++++++
Wesker used the secret passage to get back to the mansion, doing so he saw that the locked door with the four indentations was still empty. He thought, damn at this rate they'll never reach the laboratory. Not long after entering he stumbled into a wall that had not been there before, «…Burton… just the person I was looking for-»
The huge man turned around, a piece of something coming out of his mouth. They stared for a few seconds until Barry sucked it in noisily, droplets of blood splattering forward and on his face. « This isn't what you think…. »
«… oooh but it looked exactly like that… now I knew you were 'special' but I never imagined you'd go that far. Though I'm forgetting myself.», he pointed his gun at him, «Don't presume to know what I'm thinking, it's insulting and I'm easily offended when it comes to people not doing what I tell them to and events not going my way, or anything that doesn't revolve around me since I'm a sociopath.»
The oversized Alpha didn't respond nor moved.
«Yes, Burton; a sociopath. »
The other man still didn't care, so Wesker had to reflect out loud «….you have no idea what that means do you…. »
«I erh, now can I get back to….what I was doing? »
«NO! What is wrong with you? Besides I'm threatening you at gunpoint, the least you could do is cower before me so I can feel superior, and irrefutably I am. Now listen carefully, you'll do as I say or I will-»
«Fine. »
Wesker frowned, «…well that was unexpectedly remarkably simple…..»