Authors Note: I'm really sorry about what you have to read in this chapter... truly and utterly sorry. Just think of how much Wesker wants control- and maybe... maybe it will be okay for you to sleep at night.
Warning: Mention of M/M relations. Again, all in good humor.
Disclaimer: All characters, settings, and diabolical plans in this piece of fiction belong to Capcom.
2004
Dear Diary…
Finally, people's true intentions have come into the light and I now know where their alliances lie, allowing me to know who shall be useful in my attempt at re-creating Umbrella and controlling the world.
And on that list of those who do not belong are Ada Wong and all those who are members of The Agency… double crossers. Although, given the chance I would have done exactly what they had done… and now that I think about it, I was doing exactly what they did to me. The fact that I was the one who had his back so blatantly stabbed is what angers me. I am allowed to go back on my word and use people, but no one uses me.
I guess I should explain the situation and why my superior intellect and scheming is what saved my brilliant plans.
For you see, the Agency had decided that I was not a person to be trusted (and has in some way, discovered I had begun business with the "S" Corporation, another pharmaceutical company that would help me re-build Umbrella and obtain complete control over everything important) and used Ada Wong against me. Now, she too was acting as a double agent against me- but of course, I had already figured this out and had two agents working for me as well as another corporation behind me. While I still kept Ada with me to keep appearances up, I had another man working under me, a man who went by the name of Krauser.
He was an incredibly large man who I assumed consumed Steroids at an even faster pace than Chris, and had once been a member of the Governments agency alongside a man I had already encountered a few years prior. Leon S Kennedy, the young man who decided that Ada needed a little humanity to sullen her soul. I still feel complete contempt for that man for it seems he cares more about his hair than anything else. I'm sorry, but I am the only one who can look good while destroying things.
In any case, Krauser managed to fake his own death and personally came to me to join forces with me. He had a fondness for wearing a red barrette, similar in fashion to the hat Jill insisted on wearing during our STARS days. Why, why would one wear such a useless garment? It has no practical purpose other than to make oneself look like a mindless fool! I always wanted to shoot the bloody hat off of Jill's head… and possibly shoot her in the skull by accident. I'm sure I could have gotten away with it, what with Barry always being out of the office actually doing his job, Brad obsessed with his self help books, Joseph doing god knows what, and Chris obsessing about his large penis.
No one would have noticed now that I think about it. Although I really should have just blown up the bloody office while they were all sitting in it, enjoying a relaxing afternoon and talking about mind numbingly trivial things, before an explosion ripped through the building, killing them in a merciless…bloody … catastrophic …way…
I apologize; I have gotten a little carried away.
In any case, Krauser began to work under me and was incredibly loyal to me thanks to some mental instability and the fact that again, as I have done before, I used my sexuality and dangerous good looks to sleep with the man. I was a little wary of stepping into the bedroom with him, having already been damaged mentally by a man who abused steroids and destroyed my knowledge of the male phallic (Although the effects to Chris' frame were not as substantial as they were to Krausers- not yet anyways- I know both of them had used them, it's only really a matter of time before Chris grows in size to that of Krauser.) But, in sleeping with the man, I managed to answer a long thought of question of mine on the side study of steroids- they do not, in fact, dictate the size of a males penis. Yes, Krauser was severely lacking in the department (although why I am speaking about the small size of a penis is lost on me, you would think I were a woman… and only now do I realize how bloody obsessed I have been with the Challenge and penis' in general over the years… God damn bloody Christopher…), but the main point in such an observation is that the Challenge is but a freak of nature, having no medical or unnatural substances injected or added to increase it's size. Such a realization is a little unsettling. But now I can eliminate the thoughts of the Challenge from my mind. The mystery has been solved- Chris is a mutant created by Umbrella without my knowing in an attempt to populate the world with its large size, no doubt creating a world of idiots (Because only Chris would produce offspring as mind numbingly stupid as him), that Umbrella can easily control. Chris was but a proto-type, and it's really up to me to stop all this nonsense.
Some would say I've become paranoid as the years have gone by, but they are clearly fools.
In any matter, I slept with Krauser, dominating the larger man and in doing so making him completely submit to me and become loyal to me and my cause. Having a puppet such as him would come in handy and I placed him in the role to assassinate his old comrade, Mr. Kennedy. No need to have that pesky little man in my way. So I sent Krauser and Ada to Spain in order for Krauser to destroy Mr. Kennedy who was there to 'save the presidents daughter' and for Ada to gather a sample of a new virus that had been created that went by the name of los Plagas.
It was an interesting virus, this los Plagas. It infected the host with a sort of parasite, and in doing so it allowed the host to function normally and carry out everyday chores, while attacking and killing those who were considered outsides (essentially, anyone who did not have the parasitic los Plagas within themselves). I was intrigued by the parasite and wished to study it further, especially its ability to render people into a state of slave like submission.
So, as I sat back and waited for Krauser and Ada to bring me good news, I further plotted my plans for world domination while receiving word about how at times, Krauser and Ada weren't getting along very well. Krauser suspected Ada of being a traitor while Ada generally seemed to dislike the man. It was just childish and completely trivial matters the two had to deal with themselves. And it seemed like Ada dealt with it by killing Krauser.
And saving Mr. Kennedy's life.
As well as obtaining los Plagas and giving the sample to The Agency and not me.
Oh the inconveniences' people thrust upon me… it really is very bothersome.
In any matter, Krausers death set me back slightly, but Mr. Kennedy's death was really only important in keeping Ada in line. And now that she's taken sides with the Agency -well such matters no longer worry me. I was able to obtain the los Plagas through the black market a short while later, and now have it in my possession. It's turning out to be even better than I had been lead to believe. It will come in handy in the future, I am sure of it. Now all I need to focus on is raising my power in the "S" Corporation and taking control of the entire company. In doing so, I will have as much power, if not more, than Umbrella had.
And then I can finally have all of the control I want with no one getting in my way. Except for the fact that I have this nagging feeling in regards to Spencer's true whereabouts and intentions, leaving me in a constant state of distain and feeling rather uncomfortable. I have questions for the man and I want them answered soon. And now that I have the true power and all the resources I need, my pursuit for Spencer can become a full fledged reality.
I will find him, he will submit, and I will have my answers.
-Albert Wesker
Next time... Spencer Estate
