Chapter Thirty Two
She knew she was dreaming…but she didn't care as the memories jumbled and flooded forwards.
His cold lips brushed her ear as he settled on her, whispering gentle curses into it. His hands were everywhere, making the body beneath them feel fragile and pliable beneath their soft caress. Wesker's amber eyes glowed as he stopped briefly just to look at her, their bodies having mingled together until the point of forgetting where he started and she began. The enamored male ran a finger down her lips and jawline, his voice husky with desire as he leaned in to capture her already bruised lips…
"I may not be able to love..but I believe this is something close, Angelica…"
His lips crushed against hers, forcing her body into the mattress, her skin now on fire. The truth was she knew exactly that she would pay for her sin, but it was too sweet.. Her sin had bloomed from competing with the blue eyed boy in the other dorm, to wrestling with a man over positions in the workplace. In it's final form, every wrong turn had become something on a level beyond each other's understanding. For him, she reminded him of something he had long forgotton..she reminded him of everything he gave up. For her…he was something she wanted back…she had seen him vulnerable before…she had seen his weaknesses and loved him for them. As she dreamed, Angelica knew she was drawing closer to the end…but memories were not only plaguing her…
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She had seen him cry over the murder of two children just before the mansion incident… He had been bowed over his desk in another late night, his arms folded with his forehead resting upon them. Angelica had been hesitant to enter his S.T.A.R.S office again, especially after the night before. Eventually getting over her apprehension, she had timidly entered to prod his shoulder. Awaking violently, his left fist flew in a wide swing. Catching the blow with her palm, Angelica switched her head to the side, out of his reach.
"Damn, Albert..heavy sleeper?" Biting back her lip as she saw the ring of moisture about his eyes, Angelica took in a sharp breath. Her eyes flitted downwards, the top of his desk were the pictures of two girls that had been brutally murdered outside of the Arklay Park. Raising her eyebrows at the man before her as he slung his hand out of hers, Angelica watched as Wesker heavily sat into his desk chair once more. "I have not been sleeping well, dear heart..do not mind me." Gathering the pages to himself, the man shoved them in a drawer. Angelica crossed her arms as he looked away. Gliding his thumb under his eyes, he wiped away the tears that remained. The woman before him looked closer, narrowing her eyes. "Wesker…are you..crying?"
Snatching himself up from the desk, he whirled, his blue eyes blazing. Breathing hard, Wesker's lip curled upwards in anger. Why was he acting like this anyway… he was heartless. But even as she watched him, she could see the water form about his eyes. "I have seen some tragic things, Miss Burrows..but I have never felt a thing. Even when I examined these girls, with their intestines ripped and half masticated..their limbs tore apart, the fear in their eyes that still remained after death..I never have felt…never felt a thing.." Angelica found herself stepping closer, her hand brushing against his fist… "Until now…" The touch of her cold skin was electric to him. Whirling, he sunk his fist into the wall, making the dry wall groan under the blow. A gasping sob broke from his angry mouth, his eyes squeezing shut before their tears could betray him. He expected her to chide..he expected her to scorn… but nothing came. Her arms wrapped about his bicep, pulling gently down. His body shuddered from the uncontrolled emotion, anger sliding into place…but she…the way she stared at him.
Her fingers held his hand, her eyes looking at the split knuckles. Her words sounded soft, her lips frowning downwards. "You'll feel this if you aren't careful." Jerking back his appendage, Wesker merely eyed her as she did the same back. She was incredibly close…he could smell her fragrance in the air between them. Leaning down, he tilted her chin upwards. She didn't flinch, but merely let her eyes narrow. He had done this before…he had betrayed her to figure out if she could control herself..he was toying..but his eyes were glassy… he…Her moist lips parted, barely able to whisper her final words before he leaned in for his comfort. She had no idea those children were his fault..she had no idea that he had dreamed about how he had let them die in order not to expose himself.. he was a monster who cried over his treachery..and did not deserve her affection.. "Don't be afraid to feel, Wesker.." Snapping his head up from her, Wesker felt the solidity of the words hit him. She thought he was afraid… Turning his back to her, Wesker's breath hitched as he growled under his breath. "After filing your report, I am ordering a two week reprieve leave for you…." As she stammered, Wesker turned back, taking her by the shoulders. Pushing her out of his office by force, he slammed the door.
As he sat back down, his left hand slid out the drawer that he had pushed the pictures. The shuddering giving end of emotion felt stale in his ribs as the guilt was pushed down. Afraid… she would be the one afraid in the end.. or maybe it would really be him… Maybe he was afraid of the hold she had over the diseased thing he called a heart..maybe she would be the death of him…maybe she would give him a reason to live.. "Angelica…"
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"Angelica…."
Wesker finally awoke from his sleep, his eyes ferociously glowing bright. His thoughts betrayed him of the memory, the sweat that rolled down his chest only aggravating the feeling from his torso. After all these years she still made his blood boil, made him want her for more.. she had given him so much, and he had taken away everything. She had given her love..her life.. her power, and he had stolen her very heart from her. Their child reminded him how much she had given him…but he wanted so much more. He wanted his heir, he wanted the power Trent had over the dominion of Umbella..and he wanted his queen..his match in his arms, and in his bed…but she was an enemy now, one that would tear the world apart to give a Normal life to their daughter…but she was no normal child..she would never be. Removing himself from his bedding as his bodily excitement quelled itself, Wesker reached for his ebony robe. Moving to the scenic view that his room offered, the man watched the twinkling city below as he poured himself a glass of Scotch.
The dream still stained his mind as the burning liquid slid down his throat. If only he could forget her, forget the woman who had touched his soul. The woman who he saw everytime that he looked in his daughter's eyes… in truth he had loved Angelica Burrows far more than he could have thought possible…in truth that was one thing he was honestly afraid of one thing…
Himself.
"Oh, My Dear Angelica…"
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"Angelica….Angelica… Wake up.."
Bleary eyed and still half way into her dream, Angelica's eyed fluttered open. Memories hurt her more than fictitious nightmares, and her chest felt tight. Looking outside of the window of the helicopter, she saw the panoramic view of the sleeping Tokyo city beneath them. Looking over at her companion , she saw the exhaustive lines creasing at his face. Strapping herself into the co-pilots seat, the woman patted her partner's arm. Redfield flinched at her cool touch, but stared intently back. "Let me take it, rest while you still can." Opening his mouth to protest, Redfield quickly snapped it shut as he watched her fingers slide over the controls. She was determined, and she had taken a short nap.. Besides, she was a former Umbrella operative and would know where to hide. Sliding his seat backwards and away from the controls, he let the woman take over on her side of the pilot's seat. Nodding quietly, Chris withdrew his hand weapon, checking the clip. "I haven't slept in almost forty eight hours.. Time is running short for me to rest, Angelica." Burrows nodded as she began to angle the plane over the twinkling strip.
The city below them was beautiful, with all its neon lights that made the town look like stars had shattered across the horizon. Below this bustling, lively town lay its worst enemy. Umbrella's first hive facility extended below the surface; only peaking into a high sky scraper that broke the highest skyline building's record. . Within was the supposed advertising building, and beneath was the laboratories that were hidden and running underneath the city for hundreds of miles. It was a near impregnable fortress of Umbrella faction..but that was not going to stop her. As Her partner moved back into the end of the cockpit, Angelica drove herself to become sharpened in all sense. She wouldn't fail..
She couldn't…
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Jill sat up in shock, her eyes wide, only to be forced back down upon her speeding bed. The ceiling panels and lights flashed by in a repetitive fashion, and Jill could hear the sound of screaming from behind them. The metal of the side panels of the walls were crunching in as they ran past, her bed becoming more of a hazard than a help as the people that ran nearly were mowed down by Sheva. Alomar was dashing down the hallway, pushing Valentine down as fast as possible. Valentine finally sat up completely, her blue eyes hazy from the confusion of her situation. "What happened? Where am I… Sheva!" The other woman did not answer, but slipped her free arm underneath the tired Jill. Rushing her past as light fixtures and drywall began to crash down to the floor behind, screaming began to fill the hospital, and the terrifying crunch of dead bodies being flung.
Leon's voice was sounding above the other fray, the growls and pulsating fury of the terrifying, unseen monster that lumbered from behind. Struggling to keep up with her burden, Sheva breathed heavily. "We have..have..to get you out of here.. Leon will hold it off." As they rushed through the opening of the half collapsed building, Sheva forced them into the storage cooler of hospital virus cooler. Shivering in the silence, the two watched as what was the former assassin ran by. The woman's green eyes had multiplied, ridging down the exposed spine. Blood and sinewy skin dripped off it's muscles, the womanly form now engulfed by twisted bones and flesh. The sight nearly made Valentine vomit, but only wrenched free sobs as an innocent doctor was caught up in the monster's grip. It tore the limbs off slowly, eating the stringy ligaments with relish.
Sheva felt her heart jump into her throat as the creature turned their direction, the half open, dislocated jaw almost grinning as it caught sight of its prey. Leaping over the wreckage to the reinforced, steel cooler, it sunk its claws into the side. Earsplitting shrieking pained their ears as the front of the steel box was torn like aluminum foil. Valentine clutched her friend closer as she could feel the end coming near…The breath of the monster smelled like puss filled infection as it roared its agony into their terror. Clenching her eyes shut, the two women held onto each other for what would be that last moments of their life…
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Scrambling into the office, Claire felt her face become red. The BSAA had made her aware that her brother was now MIA and was now in grave danger. The communiqué had come in across her private line that Terra Save had equipped her with, and now her mind was completely out of the window. Trent had left for a good night's rest, and now she was slaving away in an office trying to grab every piece of information she could before making her get away. If she planned it correctly, her security clearance would get her into one of the hangar bays, and then she could easily obtain one of the flight transports.. Of course she would have Umbrella after her as soon as they realized who she was.. And she wasn't completely certain that it hadn't happened already. Wesker had stared at her with a look that told her he knew..yet he hadn't confronted her.
Whipping the flashdrive from Trent's computer port quickly, she shoved the item in her bra and stood up…
"You are working late..I had hoped Charles would be with you." The woman snapped her head up, all color draining from her cheeks. Wesker stood in the doorway, cradling a glass in his left hand. His eyes were unsheathed from their normal sunglasses, and softly reflected the light within the ruby pigments. They looked almost like jewels when he stared at her like that… Evidently with Angelica looming in the shadows, Trent had not seen it fit to force the man to take the serum that prohibited his DNA. Side stepping to the right hand side, Claire smoothed her dress skirt as if she had not a clue to whether he was testing her or not. What made the situation more awkward, the man was in his robe..
"Ahh yes.. he has left for the night. I'm just typing up the last of the day's reports before heading out." Wesker merely watched her as she moved to the front of the desk, taking a leisure sip of the amber colored liquid. Striding forward, he set the glass on top of the ledge of the desk. Merely a few inches away, the air between the two of them felt strange. Claire kept her gaze straight, her blue eyes boring into his. Wesker almost smirked, but kept his lips composed. "Are you enjoying working so Closely with our CEO.." Claire stammered, her lips opening in shock. "Was there any reason why you emphasized that? I'll tell you I have a purely professional relationship with Mr. Trent.." Chuckling, Wesker shook his head as he side stepped her. "Ahh, dearheart I meat no harm, just trying to feel out who I'm…dealing with here.." His eyes dropped downwards as his thumb moved. The entire time he had been running the tip of his fingertip along the ridge of his glass. In one deliberate move, he tipped the glass. The crystal alcohol container crashed to the floor, shattering across the polished, marble flooring. Claire jumped, her mask slipping from the shock. Staring at one another briefly, Claire felt her face betray her as it flushed crimson.
Leaning down to gather the shards, she quickly compensated. "I'm so sorry, I must've bumped it..I'm so sorry, Sir." Leaning down, Wesker clamped his hand over hers, forcing the woman to drop the glass. Claire looked up at him, her blue eyes nearly shining with fear. His fingers moved to her throat, the icy fingertips gliding down her smooth skin. He smiled evilly as her skin goose fleshed beneath his touch. He always had a magic touch with the gentler sex.. Claire's breath hitched as his frozen digits moved into her shirt, and into her bra.. She couldn't help betraying a pleasured sensation..he was an attractive male..and he was as deadly as poison. His fingers wrapped securely about the hidden flash drive, yanking it free of it's secret place. Crushing the mechanical device between his fingers, Wesker stood back up. Turning upon his heel, the man chuckled darkly. Leaving Claire in the mess of confusion and glass, he moved towards the door, flinging down the broken memory stick.
"Becareful, what you play with, Miss Frost… you may just get hurt…"
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"Oh god no..please god no.."
Leon crawled forwards, his entire body feeling broken and torn from the very inside. The monster had flung him over the nurse station; and proceeded to rampage down the hallway after Jill and Sheva to murder them. He had three shots left in his hand gun that had been pilfered from Sheva, and none of the bullets seemed to even penetrate the beast's hide. Now towards the entrance of the hospital, he crawled through the wreckage that consisted of bodies, rubble, and medical supplies. Pulling himself up upon a door handle, the determined male crashed through a supply closet. The door had been half tore apart, and the lock was hanging by a few splinters. Nearly collapsing on the shelving, Kennedy grit his teeth as the sweaty blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. Growling at his own pain, Leon began to grin maniacally. Upon the top shelf was the one thing he could think of that would really make the situation worse..
A bone saw.