S. D. PERRY

RESIDENT EVIL:

LOST IN NIGHTMARES

TREVOR ALEX SUMNER

Based on the video games by Capcom

BOOK 8

Author's Note:

This is a Resident Evil novel in the expanded universe created by Stephanie Danielle Perry, taking place after Book 6 – Resident Evil Code Veronica. Book 7 was Zero Hour, a prequel based on Resident Evil Zero. I have done my best to create a story of what I would have liked to have happened in the next chronological book in the series. None of this novel is representative of what S. D. Perry would have done, as I have had no contact with her or Capcom. This is my own fan fiction that I am receiving zero compensation for.

Remember that with all of the previous books that the game timeline was constantly changing, so there are inconsistences between the stories here and that cannot be helped. I apologize in advance for any confusion that may occur during the reading of Book 8.

PART ONE: WESKER

Prologue

'I'm dead. I'm so dead. I can't move. Those damn Chimeras. Wait… That's…

Dr. Albert Wesker groaned as he lay on the uncomfortable floor, his body broken and bleeding out. A loud set of footfalls, and the screeching of the now dying Chimeras, brought a massive man before him that had a Chimera by the throat before ripping it in half and tossing it away.

'Tyrant,' Wesker thought to himself. 'It's perfection.'

"Hold him still, Ivan," a familiar Russian voice stated, causing what little consciousness Wesker had left to finally focus his blurry vision just a little.

An equally tall man in a grey Umbrella dress coat stepped up beside Tyrant, making it clear just how intimidating even he was.

'No, not Tyrant,' he corrected in his mind. 'It looks like something more advanced, if that's even possible.'

He recognized the Russian, but his life was nearly gone, and trying to recollect the man's name proved impossible to do.

The Tyrant, Ivan, bent down and grabbed hold of Wesker's bloody shoulders, keeping him in place.

The Russian pulled a syringe with yellow liquid inside. He bent down beside Ivan and struck the needle into Wesker's neck.

Wincing in pain and agony, Wesker struggled against the hold Ivan had on him, but it was useless. This Tyrant was quite strong and very powerful. The needle finally pulled out of his neck, and despite that his pain was still unbearable, Wesker already seemed to calm down. He didn't know what it was that he'd been injected with, but apparently it was taking affect very quickly.

'The T-Virus?' Wesker thought. 'Did this bastard infect me with T?'

He had to shake those ridiculous thoughts away. Of course, it hadn't been the T-Virus. The Chimera BOWs had already achieved that with their attack. Perhaps whatever this was would stop him from turning into a zombie, but that wouldn't really matter. His wits were slowly returning to him, and Wesker could hear the alarm bells. The self-destruct system had been activated, and this reprieve of life would be short lived.

'The Spencer Estate is going to be blown off the map, and I'm in this damn boiler room,' Wesker realized. 'No matter what, I'm still going to die. Someone as perfect as I cannot go out this way.'

The Russian stood up and sighed. "Get him to the rendezvous point, Ivan. I will retrieve TALOS by myself."

Ivan nodded and immediately picked Wesker up, carrying him along.

Wesker groaned in protestation, embarrassed that he was being carried out like some damsel in distress. This wouldn't do, but he still couldn't feel his body. Whatever it was that seemed to be healing his wounds wasn't working fast enough to suit him.

As they moved out of the boiler room and back through the lab hallways to the stairs that would ultimately lead back up top, Wesker finally registered who the Russian was: Sergei Vladimir, head of Red Umbrella's Military Division and second in command under…

'Trent!' Wesker thought in shocked realization as his eyes opened wide, suddenly blazing hot. He didn't know what was happening to him, but if he could've looked through a mirror at that moment, he would've known that his eyes were turning red and reshaping themselves to appear cat-like in nature.

Sergei Vladimir split off from his bodyguard Ivan as he carried Wesker away, up the stairs. Moving forward, he turned a corner and started in the direction of where the elevator was that would lead him to the Tyrant lab.

He scoffed. 'Tyrant.' His former comrade was a lousy being to be holding such a powerful name. Ivan could break that Tyrant in half with only a fraction of the effort needed.

After pressing the button to call for the elevator, he pulled out a communication device from an interior pocket of his dress coat and pressed several buttons, waiting for the signal to go through. As he stepped onto the elevator, the call picked up.

On a screen, Trent sat at a desk, smiling his trademark grin at him. "Did you find him?"

Sergei nodded toward the screen right before pressing the button for the floor he needed. "Da. Ivan is taking him out now."

"Good," Trent responded. "And TALOS?"

"I'm in route as we speak," Sergei responded.

"What of the other two targets?" Trent asked.

Sergei smirked. "Why does it sound like you doubt me? They were both retrieved. I would ask how you knew about either of them, but I know better than to doubt your intel, Mr. Trent."

Trent nodded. "That's why I like working with you, Sergei. How did the W-Virus fair?"

"It's working faster on Dr. Wesker than on the first subject," Sergei replied. "But he was still alive, whereas the first had been dead for several hours. I had to leave that one on the chopper with our… captured friend. It would've been difficult detaining him if it hadn't been for Ivan's assistance. I suspect it is because of his previous training."

"Understood," Trent said. "I expect a full debriefing."

"You shall have it," Sergei said, and with that, the call ended and the elevator door opened. Putting the communication device away, Sergei moved quickly down the hallway and around the corner, to the Tyrant lab. He entered carefully, finding the place empty and clearly a mess from an earlier battle.

"Looks like my former comrade is having fun with Wesker's S.T.A.R.S.," Sergei surmised as he moved to the other end of the lab. Inserting a Red Umbrella security card, he typed in several commands right before an error message flashed. He slammed his hand on the nearby desk. "What is this?"

The symbol of a Red Queen chess piece appeared on the screen and then flashed away to the red holographic image of a little girl that looked creepily like Sherry Birkin, the young daughter of scientists William Birkin and Annette Boyd-Birkin.

"Sergei Vladimir," The Red Queen AI flatly stated.

"Who are you?" Sergei asked, surprised to see this unexpected event occurring.

"I am The Red Queen Security Artificial Intelligence," she responded. "TALOS is off limits to your access."

Sergei raised an eyebrow. "On whose authority?"

"Dr. James Marcus," The Red Queen responded.

"He's dead," Sergei told her.

"And you will die down here," The Red Queen warned.

Sergei slammed his fist into the monitor, sparks flying. He pulled a handkerchief from his breast pocket and dabbed at the blood on his knuckles. "I'll just have to retrieve TALOS a different way." He pulled his security card from the computer and quickly moved out.

Dr. Albert Wesker couldn't make out anything that was going on. Ivan moved so quickly, leaping and striding along the different locations, Wesker hadn't even realized that they were out of the labs, and then out in the courtyard, or even back in the mansion till they arrived at the main foyer.

"Mother!" a loud, simi-feminine voice called out.

Wesker's vision finally began to steady and the world didn't feel like it was spinning anymore, and as such, he was able to look around, past Ivan's shoulders. He could see a hulking monstrosity, hands shackled in front of her… Yes, indeed female. There were tentacles lashing around from her back, and apparently multiple faces were sewn on her head.

'Lisa Trevor,' Wesker thought to himself, the realization hitting him finally. 'The self-destruct system being activated must've released her from her holding cell in the caverns. That was probably a design that Ozwell E. Spencer placed to make certain no one in the mansion survived if the worst were to happen, which clearly it has.'

Wesker felt himself being placed on the floor, and he knew at that moment that Ivan was planning to fight her.

'This will be interesting,' he thought, a smirk actually crossing his lips. The old Wesker was slowly coming back. He watched in great amusement at what unfolded as he slowly tried to get to his feet for the first time since the Chimeras attacked him.

Ivan strode forward as Lisa Trevor's tentacles lashed out at him. Grabbing hold of two of the tentacles, one in each hand, the advanced Tyrant lashed out the tentacles like whips, causing Lisa to shoot up into the air and then crash down to the floor.

Jumping into the air, Ivan slammed his right foot on Lisa's back, causing her to scream out in a way that sounded a lot like a scalded cat. As she thrashed around, trying unsuccessfully to get out from under Ivan's boot, he reached down, grabbing her by her head, and then lifted the disfigured woman into the air before tossing her into the grand staircase.

Immediately, Lisa Trevor was back on her feet, screaming out "Mother!" She rushed forward.

Wesker sighed, knowing that this was going to get nowhere fast, and they were on a timetable. The mansion was about to blow, and despite that he was enjoying this display of power, dying over it wasn't on his menu. Relieved that he still had a gun hidden in his pants cargo pocket, Wesker pulled out the revolver and aimed for the chandelier, firing.

Lisa didn't see what happened, despite turning her head, hearing the gunshot. However, it was too late to react, as the chandelier fell on top of her, pinning the monstrous woman to the floor.

Ivan turned toward Wesker, merely staring at him.

Wesker smirked and then shrugged his shoulders. "I figured you could use a hand." He moved over, bending down to Lisa Trevor. "Remember me, Lisa."

She screamed at him and lashed the nearest tentacle.

Unexpectedly, Wesker's reflexes kicked in, and he grabbed the tentacle, shock crossing his face as his mouth dropped. "Interesting." He squeezed, his strength unimaginable, as the tentacle broke off in his hand, a green ooze spewing everywhere as Lisa screamed in agony.

Sergei Vladimir emerged from the art gallery room and stopped, seeing Wesker stand up, holding the severed tentacle.

Wesker turned his head toward the arriving Sergei. "What the hell did you do to me?"

Sergei placed a hand to his chest. "What did I do to you? I gave you what you always wanted, comrade."

"You've turned me into a freak," Wesker stated flatly as he tossed the tentacle away.

"I made you a God," Sergei corrected him. "You hold within you powers that you do not yet fully understand. With the help of Mr. Trent and myself, you will learn to control these gifts."

"What are the two of you planning?" Wesker asked, his eyes now glowing red.

Sergei smirked. "You shall know in due course. Come." He moved toward the entrance double doors. "We must leave. The countdown is nearly complete."

Wesker strode after Sergei, Ivan moving in step with him. However, he glanced back toward the pinned Lisa Trevor one last time. "Rest in peace, my darling."

As they all moved out, Lisa Trevor's screams intensified as she thrashed underneath the chandelier, failing to break free.

Moving toward the chopper, Dr. Albert Wesker glanced up, hearing the sound of a different chopper moving away. He sneered. "They survived."

"A minor inconvenience," Sergei assured him.

Wesker scoffed and stepped into the chopper, making note of the two people already inside. One of them was in the cockpit, wearing a hooded cloak, looking down, seemingly asleep, but he couldn't make anything out on whoever his identity was. The other sat in the corner on the other side of the chopper, a straightjacket on, a restraining mask completely covering up his face, and his legs were cuffed as well. It looked like Wesker had strolled into an S&M pornography film.

Ivan stepped past Wesker and moved into the cockpit, starting up the chopper.

Sergei moved in as well and gestured for Wesker to take a seat.

"That Tyrant is going to fly us out of here?" Wesker asked as he sat.

Sergei sat down across from Wesker and nodded. "Trust me. He's highly trained."

"I've never seen a Tyrant series so adapt and powerful," Wesker stated as the chopper rose into the air. "Red Umbrella has been busier than I thought."

Sergei nodded. "Yes, well, we are very adept at secrecy."

Wesker nodded toward the restrained man. "Does that include him?"

"For the time being," Sergei replied.

"What about the one in the cockpit?" Wesker asked.

"Checks and balances," Sergei replied.

"Am I supposed to know what that means?" Wesker asked.

"All in due time, good doctor," Sergei assured him. "You worry too much."

"It is more that I'm not accustomed to having so little of the information," Wesker told him.

"It makes you feel like you're not in control," Sergei surmised. "Yes, I can understand that. Trust me when I say that none of us in this chopper are actually in control. Hell, I couldn't even finish my task that I left you and Ivan to do."

"Are you even allowed to tell me what that was about?" Wesker asked.

"I can ask one thing, because it may help with my explanation to Mr. Trent," Sergei replied. "Do you know anything about The Red Queen AI?"

"I heard she was a homicidal bitch," Wesker replied. "That James Marcus had a brilliant computer programmer named Simon Barr create her to carry out a lot of the security features in all facilities from the background, but she isn't supposed to be active. That's why I called her a homicidal bitch. The first time she was brought fully online, she killed ten people with a laser security system that she constructed herself. Damn thing was like Skynet. So, she got relegated to minimal support and has little to no control."

"Something apparently changed then," Sergei told him. "And that will not bode well. Let us hope that Mr. Trent is in an understanding mood when he finds out this information."

Wesker stroked his chin. "Yes, lets."