Chapter 12
Wesker cried out in pain; burning and sinking into the molten lava; his vision awash with a red tinge. Hatred coursed though his veins, cold against the heat from the volcano. He could feel as his body tried desperately to heal itself under the intense heat, the wounds vanishing almost as soon as they were inflicted; but each time they scabbed over, the hot liquid ate it up again; he could almost feel his blood begin boiling in his veins.
This was worse than hell. He wished he could be human; then he wouldn't have to suffer so much. As he submerged further, the heat from the lava swept into his lungs, scorching the tissue there; taking away his breath momentarily. And then he became aware of the sound of helicopter blades whirring in the air; a rage like Wesker had never experienced washed over the dying B.O.W.; and he screamed out his adversary's name.
All of his plans, all of his hopes; gone, torn away from him cruelly by Chris Redfield. His newfound love; wasted. Their child, now fatherless.
Wesker lashed out, the strange tentacles latching themselves onto the helicopter, making it sway. He'd have his revenge. He rocked his body back and forth, sinking ever lower in the thick liquid, but his thrashing was making the helicopter lose control. Inside the giant metal bird, he saw a flurry of movement; and then there were two R.P.G.'s flying at his face. In that moment, Wesker felt his heart sink. And he had a vicious thought...which he screamed out as loudly as he could, hoping that somehow his nemesis would hear him over the rocket launchers, over the bubbling and frothing river of fire that was consuming him, and over the whirring of the helicopter blades.
"I FUCKED YOUR SISTER!!!"
And then there was the familiar cold feeling. The blackness enveloped him, he felt weightless, and then he felt....nothing.