Disclaimer: All characters, settings, and diabolical plans in this piece of fiction belong to Capcom.
Authors Note: Thanks for reading and reviewing! Three more chapters (including this one) are left, and then... sadly... our adventures with Mr. Wesker shall be over! Anyways, enjoy the next chapter- hopefully it will be less mentally scarring than the previous chapter!
2006
Dear Diary...
After years of searching, money lost, and my time used for purposes that could have been better spent, I have reached all the answers I was looking for. For you see, I found dear Spencer.
Seems he was hiding out in his mysterious castle located in a mysterious location, with its mysterious never ending lighting storms. Sometimes, I really do hate the dramatics Umbrella and all those who founded it loved so dearly. It's alright to be a little showy, I do have a fondness for a little flare, but they take it much too far. Go in, do your business, and leave. It really shouldn't be that difficult… except when you encounter a certain nemesis. But I'll get back to that later.
What is really important at the moment is my discovery of Spencer and his ultimate confession that would lead me to my brilliant vision.
I encountered little resistance as I entered Spencer's mansion and thanked my luck that the old man was as paranoid as ever and let little to no one near him. When I found him in his study, he was perched upon his wheelchair, a breathing apparatus hooked up to him to further draw out his pitiful existence. Now, do not get me wrong, Spencer was a brilliant man, but his time to create masterful plans and carry them out was now over and dying was simply his best option. But by keeping himself alive, I now had the pleasure of destroying his life with my own hands…
He seemed to expect me when I arrived, no doubt having security systems placed all around the perimeter in order to see who, or what, was venturing into his territory. I also hadn't made an effort to hide myself as I stalked through the castle intent on reaching my ultimate goal.
When I finally approached the weaker man, he and I got into a little discussion in which I learnt a few key things. One of these rather important things was the fact that I was part of Spencer's projects from all along, one called the 'Wesker Children'.
Mm, yes it seems that when everyone was saying I must have been genetically modified in some way to make me such an 'asshole', they were indeed correct.
Spencer had this grand vision of creating a superior breed of humans to live in a new world he would create. These 'Wesker' children were given the highest degree of education and were slowly exposed to a virus. I seemed to be the only one that survived. The whole story seemed incredibly fabricated and created on a whim to explain my superior abilities and to make me look even less human. But, who am I to question a dying man who seemed intent on explaining his creation to me, especially one that would lead to the beginning of the end.
For you see, Spencer had seen himself becoming a God after his little pet project went well… only now, that right is now mine.
Where Spencer failed, I shall succeed! With a new virus that my fellow associates and I have created, a new world shall be created under my hands, and I shall be the God of this new world. Only the fit shall survive the Genesis at hand, and only I will be the one to orchestrate the entire affair.
I will be a God, and everyone will be under my complete and utter control.
Of course, I killed Spencer after realizing what I was meant to do, finishing him off with a blow through the ribcage. He literally died at my hands… to call me pleased with the outcome would be an understatement.
I was in a state of complete euphoria, especially now that everything had come together in my life to create this moment. I will treasure it forever.
Except my moment was so rudely interrupted by the arrival of two familiar faces. Who else would show up but Chris Redfield and Jill Valentine? Had they not died from some work related accident yet? Although Jill had finally decided on a new hat and was wearing a baseball cap… in the middle of the night. Meanwhile, the steroids had really begun to create Chris into the ape he was meant to be.
I was angry that they had disrupted my moment, but then realized I could be done with two of the many things that annoyed me in one night. First I had killed Spencer, and now I could be done with Chris. Not giving them more than a second to yell out my name I vaulted forward, catching them off guard and engaging them in combat. The two didn't stand a chance against my superior abilities and Jill soon found herself trying to regain her bearings after being introduced to books (something I'm sure she's never seen before. A book must have been a foreign concept to her, although I should have been gentler in introducing her to something new. Strangling her and then throwing her violently against the bookshelf would startle any young woman.), and I had almost managed to break Chris through a sturdy wooden table.
I was just getting into the groove of things, and decided it was time to finally end Christopher once and for all. His constant meddling and his excessively large penis had gone on for long enough, and his death would be a resounding victory for me.
But, as stated above, one should go for the kill and finish quickly rather than take the time to say a few last words, and for once I did not follow my own advice. Chris has a way of making me not follow my own advice, like when I told myself I would never couple with an animal because bestiality is a sickening concept, and then I just had to sleep with the missing link in the evolutionary puzzle to get him to stop complaining about the coffee…
I loath that man.
So, instead of ripping his heart out like I had planned, I paused and said 'Let's finish this'… except I couldn't because that moment in time gave Jill an opening and she decided to tackle me like the dirty fighter she is and throw me out the window with her. And yes, I somehow managed to loose my grip on Chris because I was wearing gloves and my grip slipped at a very bad moment. If only I had continued to hold on to Chris, we could have all fallen down and I could be done with them. Alas, I let go.
And so Jill and I went through the window, plummeting to our ultimate 'death' at the bottom of the cliff that the castle was located on. Jill had decided to hold on to me for dear life while I desperately tried to come up with a way to move in the air so I would land on her, crush her, kill her, and survive myself. I'm not averse to using a woman as a landing pad if it would mean my survival. I still had important things to do, and Jill's life was expendable.
Well, we ended up landing in some shrubbery, with Jill knocking herself out and breaking her arm and one leg while I obtained a bruise on my temple and some leaves and twigs in my hair. To say I was angered was an understatement. After stumbling about for a while, cursing Jill's very existence and occasionally destroying some bushes, I decided to inspect Jill and think about how best to destroy her and kill her… and then it struck me.
What is one of the key things of any animal's existence? Why, a member of its own little monkey group. And Jill was in the circle of people who Chris trusted and relied on… and if I could abuse that trust the two had for each other, well then…
So I hoisted the woman over my shoulder and made the trek back to my cleverly hidden escape rout, occasionally applying some much needed blunt force on her head because she decided to wake up twice on the journey back.
And now Jill is resting up in my laboratory, where she has the pleasure of being the subject of one of my new scientific projects. If all goes as planned, I'll have myself a very powerful weapon.
In the meantime, my plans for world domination are going well. I've decided to go to Africa where another company named Tricell has decided to set me up with an endless supply of scientists and test subjects in which I may finally use the lovely los Plagas on, and I can finish the final touches on my own super virus, a virus that will initiate a world Biohazard and will birth a new Genesis. And I will be a God.
-Albert Wesker
Next time... 2008-Working with Tricell
