Post by pheonix on Oct 10, 2006 9:23:43 GMT -5
OK, here's the first chapter of Weskers Second Betrayal. I've got up to chapter...11 I think. I'll post them all here if people want me to. Anyway, here's the first chapter. Enjoy
On a small note while I remember, this fic is rated 15, but only just due to explicit violence and gore, and excessive swearing in later chapters.
Pheonix
Prologue
Author note: I don't own Resident Evil. The only characters I own are Lauren and Ben. Enjoy!!
Albert paced slowly around the hospital waiting area, adrenaline coursing through his body in slow, surging beats. He held his arms behind his back, his hands squeezing together with bone crushing power as he waiting anxiously. As he walked, a door to his left opened and a young man wearing a long, white lab coat walked over to him.
"Mr. Wesker?" The man asked.
"Yes?" Albert replied nervously.
"You may want to take a seat," The man started. Albert felt the color drain from his face, his senses instantly telling him that something had gone wrong, something awful. Wesker stepped backwards and slumped into a seat. "It's about your wife, Mr. Wesker," The man continued.
"Yes, I guessed as much," Albert replied, his voice seeming miles away as he muttered the words.
"Sir, I'm very sorry to inform you, but your wife passed away whilst giving birth to your child," The man said solemnly, his voice offering solace from the harsh truth. Albert felt the tears well up in the corners of his eyes as he thought of his wife.
"Lauren..." He said quietly.
"However," The man continued, "Your daughter will be fine, and is a very healthy baby." Wesker hung his head lower and let a tear roll freely down his cheek.
"May I see her?" Albert questioned. The doctor nodded.
"Yes, of course, this way please," The man replied, before leading Wesker away.
Wesker blinked harshly, mentally slapping himself out of his daydream. He turned around slowly and let his gaze fall upon Steve’s motionless body as it lay on a bunk near the back of the sub.
"Why do I think of my family whenever I look at him?" Wesker thought. The young boy had a gaping wound in his upper right chest, and blood was now seeping out of it incredibly slowly. "Chris, my friend, I think you may have injured me more than you think," Wesker continued as he raised a hand to the side of his head as a sharp pain struck him. He pulled his hand away as he felt his glove rub against something wet. The console in front of the man beeped slightly, informing Wesker that he was nearing his destination. He sighed deeply and rose slowly to his feet, a slight lightheadedness briefly consuming him. He walked slowly over to the body of the young boy and pulled a small syringe out of his combat suit.
"I was told to bring them a sample of the T-Veronica virus, but they didn't say that I couldn't keep a sample for myself, did they," Wesker thought as he slipped the needle under the skin of Steve’s upper arm and pulled the plunger out slowly, the small container steadily filling with blood. He pulled the needle out and placed a cap on it before he placed it carefully next to his combat knife. Wesker felt the submarine break the surface of the water and let a smile cross his face slowly.
"Well, that was an easy 6 million now wasn't it?" Wesker said to himself as he lifted Steve’s corpse onto his arm and climbed the ladder out of the submarine. He lifted the hatch open and stepped out into the cold air of the underground base were he worked. A man stood in the shadows, flanked by several guards and laughed out loud when he saw Wesker emerge from the vehicle.
"You never fail to disappoint, do you Mr. Wesker." The man said. Wesker laughed.
"As long as you never fail to produce the money, I won't," Wesker replied as he clambered slowly down the exterior ladder of the sub and rested his feet on solid ground. The man laughed again, the shrill noise echoing slightly in the cavernous area.
"Yes, about your money," the man started as he motioned for a team of medics to take Steve away. Wesker rested the boy’s body gently on a stretcher and watched the four medics run off with him into the darkness. "Your latest paycheck has been transferred to the usual bank account, however, we have another job for you," the man finished. Wesker smiled.
"Give me the details, He replied simply.
"Well, we want you to assasinate several people, most of which you already know," The man started. Wesker felt the smile disappear from his face. He did his job for the money, but he hated killing people he knew.
"And who are they?" Wesker questioned.
"Chris Redfield, Jill Valentine, Rebecca Chambers, her brother Ben and Claire Redfield, Chris's sister," the man said as he read the list of names from a sheet of paper. Weskers face turned sour at the mention of Chris's name.
"Ah, my old team mates," Wesker whispered.
"Yes indeed," The man replied evilly.
"What’s the pay," Wesker asked.
"8 million US dollars," The man finished. One of the soldiers lifted a radio to his ear and listened intently to a voice as it crackled silently through the static.
"Alright, I'll take the job," Wesker answered as he nodded his head slightly. The soldier lowered the radio and whisper something in his boss's ear before standing upright again.
"It would appear we have a complication already," the man started. "Ben Chambers, one of you targets, has been sighted at an Umbrella base near here with a young lady who has been identified as Lauren Wesker..."
"WHAT!!" Wesker cut in.
"Anyway," the man continued coldly, "We wish for you to also assasinate this additional targ..." The man never finished as Wesker grasped his knife and ran at the man as he spoke with unnatural speed. He wrapped his arm around the mans throat and pressed the blade against his jugular.
"In case you didn't know, that young lady is my daughter," Wesker whispered into the mans ear, his voice filled with a malicious evil. The man coughed slightly under Weskers grip.
"Release me now and I'll forget this ever happened," The man struggled. Wesker shook his head.
"I'm sorry, but I don't think I can do that," Wesker said harshly as he pressed the knife against the mans neck. One of the soldiers stepped back and slammed his hand against an alarm that sat on the wall. Sirens that surrounded the bay burst into life, the noise echoing into an almost thunderous roar. Wesker released the man and turned around slowly.
"KILL HIM!!!" The man shouted, his hand held lightly at his throat. The soldiers took aim and began to fire at Wesker. He saw this and ran straight at a nearby wall and took off, planting his foot firmly against it and ran along the concrete at the soldiers, bullets skimming past his body and thudding into the wall, sending small clouds of dust into the air. As Wesker neared the four men, he jumped off of the wall and plunged his knife into the throat of the first soldier, the blade piercing the skin and cutting through the mans spine before the tip of the blade appearing through the mans back. He grasped the mans gun and fired several bullets into the three men’s hearts, blood spraying away from the wound. He pulled the gun from the mans tight grip and ripped the knife out of the mans body, blood flying over his combat suit as the corpse fell to the floor. Wesker turned and looked at the man as he ran through a large door.
"Blow up the cargo bay!" the man bellowed as the door sealed shut behind him. Wesker ran back to the sub and jumped up the side of the vehicle before he dove through the open hatch and hammered the dive button. The submarine lurched as it began to descend into the water. Wesker sat in the main seat and brought the periscope down. He gazed through the scope and watched the bay explode in a flash of light and flame.
"Lauren must be at the Gamma lab. I have to warn her, they will surely send someone else to kill them," Wesker though as he pulled a laptop from underneath one of the seats and booted it up. He clicked through several menus and checked his bank account. "At least my moneys there," Wesker continued as he looked at his bloodstained knife.
"I need to go shopping..." Wesker said to himself aloud.
Chris turned to look at Jill as they crept slowly around the lab looking for the others. She smiled at him.
"Nice butt," She said sarcastically. Chris smiled and looked back at her.
"Nice tits," He replied, his voice filled with sarcasm and cockiness. Jill’s mouth fell open as she gasped at what the man had just said. She lifted her boot and kicked the man in the shins, hard. Chris winced from the blow.
"Alright, alright, you win," He said submissively. Jill smiled and stepped in front of him, her berretta held in front of her. She gazed around the corner cautiously and saw a group of three people stood in the shadows. She turned to Chris and nodded. They stepped out and walked over to the people.
"Glad you could make it," Chris said.
"Chris!" Rebecca replied happily as she flung her arms around the mans neck. Chris hugged her tightly before she let go. He looked down at her and saw that she was still wearing her green top as usual. Jill walked over to Lauren.
"Did it take you long to get here?" she asked the younger girl.
"No not really, Ben here drives pretty fast," Rebecca replied as she motioned to the boy that stood at in front of her. The boy looked no older than eighteen and stood with Lauren, his hand in hers. He nodded at Jill before Lauren turned around to look at him.
"More like a maniac!" She cut in. Ben blushed and looked at the floor.
"Right. Anyway, where's the jeep?" Chris asked the boy.
"Umm, parked," Ben replied.
"Parked where?" Chris continued.
"In the front wall," Rebecca finished for her brother. Chris looked like he was going to explode.
"Don't worry, we found a helicopter though," The girl to Bens side cut in. Chris drew in a deep breath and blew it out.
"Alright, let’s just blow this place up then and get the hell outta here," He said calmly. The team nodded and walked through the door behind them into the control room. A large computer sat against a wall, small rows of light continuously blinked on and off.
"Here," Jill said as she pointed at a small console. She walked over to it and pressed a small red button.
"Please input activation code," A computerized voice asked in a clear, single tone. Lauren pulled a small scrap of paper out of her pocket and handed it to Jill.
"Type this in," Claire ordered. Jill took the paper and typed the code in slowly, before she hit the enter button. As the computer verified the code, a siren blared into life.
"Warning, there has been an unauthorized access of the systems self- destruct sequence," A voice started. The six people looked at each other before back to the console. A small clock popped up with a message above it that said the Self-destruct sequence had been activated, and that they only had 6 minutes to get out.
"Releasing Tyrant defense system," The voice outside finished. Dread passed through all of the people at the mention of a Tyrant.
"Oh S**t, not a Tyrant," Jill whispered, as she recalled her last encounter with one of the creatures.
"Come on let's go!" Chris ordered as he ran out of the door. They had to get to the helipad before that creature caught up with them. As they all stepped into the corridor, a roar echoed its way towards them. They didn't stop to listen from what direction it came from, they all broke into a sprint to the helipad.
Wesker looked at the screen of the laptop as a pop-up appeared, telling him that someone had infiltrated the Gamma lab, and that a Tyrant had been released to hunt them down.
"Oh no," He said under his breath. The sub surfaced about two miles from the lab. Wesker jumped to his feet and flew out of the hatch as he jammed his knife back into its sheath. He broke into a sprint and flew towards the lab with an emotion driven rage. He reached the outer wall in the space of 20 seconds and jumped over the barbed wire tipped wall, his body sailing through the air. He landed softly on the floor and looked at the helicopter that sat in front of him. He smiled and ran to the door and pulled it open slightly so that Lauren would know where to go. He stepped into the chopper and pulled a helmet onto his head and started up the engine before he looked back to the doorway and waited for his daughter to run back to him.
On a small note while I remember, this fic is rated 15, but only just due to explicit violence and gore, and excessive swearing in later chapters.
Pheonix
Prologue
Author note: I don't own Resident Evil. The only characters I own are Lauren and Ben. Enjoy!!
Albert paced slowly around the hospital waiting area, adrenaline coursing through his body in slow, surging beats. He held his arms behind his back, his hands squeezing together with bone crushing power as he waiting anxiously. As he walked, a door to his left opened and a young man wearing a long, white lab coat walked over to him.
"Mr. Wesker?" The man asked.
"Yes?" Albert replied nervously.
"You may want to take a seat," The man started. Albert felt the color drain from his face, his senses instantly telling him that something had gone wrong, something awful. Wesker stepped backwards and slumped into a seat. "It's about your wife, Mr. Wesker," The man continued.
"Yes, I guessed as much," Albert replied, his voice seeming miles away as he muttered the words.
"Sir, I'm very sorry to inform you, but your wife passed away whilst giving birth to your child," The man said solemnly, his voice offering solace from the harsh truth. Albert felt the tears well up in the corners of his eyes as he thought of his wife.
"Lauren..." He said quietly.
"However," The man continued, "Your daughter will be fine, and is a very healthy baby." Wesker hung his head lower and let a tear roll freely down his cheek.
"May I see her?" Albert questioned. The doctor nodded.
"Yes, of course, this way please," The man replied, before leading Wesker away.
Wesker blinked harshly, mentally slapping himself out of his daydream. He turned around slowly and let his gaze fall upon Steve’s motionless body as it lay on a bunk near the back of the sub.
"Why do I think of my family whenever I look at him?" Wesker thought. The young boy had a gaping wound in his upper right chest, and blood was now seeping out of it incredibly slowly. "Chris, my friend, I think you may have injured me more than you think," Wesker continued as he raised a hand to the side of his head as a sharp pain struck him. He pulled his hand away as he felt his glove rub against something wet. The console in front of the man beeped slightly, informing Wesker that he was nearing his destination. He sighed deeply and rose slowly to his feet, a slight lightheadedness briefly consuming him. He walked slowly over to the body of the young boy and pulled a small syringe out of his combat suit.
"I was told to bring them a sample of the T-Veronica virus, but they didn't say that I couldn't keep a sample for myself, did they," Wesker thought as he slipped the needle under the skin of Steve’s upper arm and pulled the plunger out slowly, the small container steadily filling with blood. He pulled the needle out and placed a cap on it before he placed it carefully next to his combat knife. Wesker felt the submarine break the surface of the water and let a smile cross his face slowly.
"Well, that was an easy 6 million now wasn't it?" Wesker said to himself as he lifted Steve’s corpse onto his arm and climbed the ladder out of the submarine. He lifted the hatch open and stepped out into the cold air of the underground base were he worked. A man stood in the shadows, flanked by several guards and laughed out loud when he saw Wesker emerge from the vehicle.
"You never fail to disappoint, do you Mr. Wesker." The man said. Wesker laughed.
"As long as you never fail to produce the money, I won't," Wesker replied as he clambered slowly down the exterior ladder of the sub and rested his feet on solid ground. The man laughed again, the shrill noise echoing slightly in the cavernous area.
"Yes, about your money," the man started as he motioned for a team of medics to take Steve away. Wesker rested the boy’s body gently on a stretcher and watched the four medics run off with him into the darkness. "Your latest paycheck has been transferred to the usual bank account, however, we have another job for you," the man finished. Wesker smiled.
"Give me the details, He replied simply.
"Well, we want you to assasinate several people, most of which you already know," The man started. Wesker felt the smile disappear from his face. He did his job for the money, but he hated killing people he knew.
"And who are they?" Wesker questioned.
"Chris Redfield, Jill Valentine, Rebecca Chambers, her brother Ben and Claire Redfield, Chris's sister," the man said as he read the list of names from a sheet of paper. Weskers face turned sour at the mention of Chris's name.
"Ah, my old team mates," Wesker whispered.
"Yes indeed," The man replied evilly.
"What’s the pay," Wesker asked.
"8 million US dollars," The man finished. One of the soldiers lifted a radio to his ear and listened intently to a voice as it crackled silently through the static.
"Alright, I'll take the job," Wesker answered as he nodded his head slightly. The soldier lowered the radio and whisper something in his boss's ear before standing upright again.
"It would appear we have a complication already," the man started. "Ben Chambers, one of you targets, has been sighted at an Umbrella base near here with a young lady who has been identified as Lauren Wesker..."
"WHAT!!" Wesker cut in.
"Anyway," the man continued coldly, "We wish for you to also assasinate this additional targ..." The man never finished as Wesker grasped his knife and ran at the man as he spoke with unnatural speed. He wrapped his arm around the mans throat and pressed the blade against his jugular.
"In case you didn't know, that young lady is my daughter," Wesker whispered into the mans ear, his voice filled with a malicious evil. The man coughed slightly under Weskers grip.
"Release me now and I'll forget this ever happened," The man struggled. Wesker shook his head.
"I'm sorry, but I don't think I can do that," Wesker said harshly as he pressed the knife against the mans neck. One of the soldiers stepped back and slammed his hand against an alarm that sat on the wall. Sirens that surrounded the bay burst into life, the noise echoing into an almost thunderous roar. Wesker released the man and turned around slowly.
"KILL HIM!!!" The man shouted, his hand held lightly at his throat. The soldiers took aim and began to fire at Wesker. He saw this and ran straight at a nearby wall and took off, planting his foot firmly against it and ran along the concrete at the soldiers, bullets skimming past his body and thudding into the wall, sending small clouds of dust into the air. As Wesker neared the four men, he jumped off of the wall and plunged his knife into the throat of the first soldier, the blade piercing the skin and cutting through the mans spine before the tip of the blade appearing through the mans back. He grasped the mans gun and fired several bullets into the three men’s hearts, blood spraying away from the wound. He pulled the gun from the mans tight grip and ripped the knife out of the mans body, blood flying over his combat suit as the corpse fell to the floor. Wesker turned and looked at the man as he ran through a large door.
"Blow up the cargo bay!" the man bellowed as the door sealed shut behind him. Wesker ran back to the sub and jumped up the side of the vehicle before he dove through the open hatch and hammered the dive button. The submarine lurched as it began to descend into the water. Wesker sat in the main seat and brought the periscope down. He gazed through the scope and watched the bay explode in a flash of light and flame.
"Lauren must be at the Gamma lab. I have to warn her, they will surely send someone else to kill them," Wesker though as he pulled a laptop from underneath one of the seats and booted it up. He clicked through several menus and checked his bank account. "At least my moneys there," Wesker continued as he looked at his bloodstained knife.
"I need to go shopping..." Wesker said to himself aloud.
Chris turned to look at Jill as they crept slowly around the lab looking for the others. She smiled at him.
"Nice butt," She said sarcastically. Chris smiled and looked back at her.
"Nice tits," He replied, his voice filled with sarcasm and cockiness. Jill’s mouth fell open as she gasped at what the man had just said. She lifted her boot and kicked the man in the shins, hard. Chris winced from the blow.
"Alright, alright, you win," He said submissively. Jill smiled and stepped in front of him, her berretta held in front of her. She gazed around the corner cautiously and saw a group of three people stood in the shadows. She turned to Chris and nodded. They stepped out and walked over to the people.
"Glad you could make it," Chris said.
"Chris!" Rebecca replied happily as she flung her arms around the mans neck. Chris hugged her tightly before she let go. He looked down at her and saw that she was still wearing her green top as usual. Jill walked over to Lauren.
"Did it take you long to get here?" she asked the younger girl.
"No not really, Ben here drives pretty fast," Rebecca replied as she motioned to the boy that stood at in front of her. The boy looked no older than eighteen and stood with Lauren, his hand in hers. He nodded at Jill before Lauren turned around to look at him.
"More like a maniac!" She cut in. Ben blushed and looked at the floor.
"Right. Anyway, where's the jeep?" Chris asked the boy.
"Umm, parked," Ben replied.
"Parked where?" Chris continued.
"In the front wall," Rebecca finished for her brother. Chris looked like he was going to explode.
"Don't worry, we found a helicopter though," The girl to Bens side cut in. Chris drew in a deep breath and blew it out.
"Alright, let’s just blow this place up then and get the hell outta here," He said calmly. The team nodded and walked through the door behind them into the control room. A large computer sat against a wall, small rows of light continuously blinked on and off.
"Here," Jill said as she pointed at a small console. She walked over to it and pressed a small red button.
"Please input activation code," A computerized voice asked in a clear, single tone. Lauren pulled a small scrap of paper out of her pocket and handed it to Jill.
"Type this in," Claire ordered. Jill took the paper and typed the code in slowly, before she hit the enter button. As the computer verified the code, a siren blared into life.
"Warning, there has been an unauthorized access of the systems self- destruct sequence," A voice started. The six people looked at each other before back to the console. A small clock popped up with a message above it that said the Self-destruct sequence had been activated, and that they only had 6 minutes to get out.
"Releasing Tyrant defense system," The voice outside finished. Dread passed through all of the people at the mention of a Tyrant.
"Oh S**t, not a Tyrant," Jill whispered, as she recalled her last encounter with one of the creatures.
"Come on let's go!" Chris ordered as he ran out of the door. They had to get to the helipad before that creature caught up with them. As they all stepped into the corridor, a roar echoed its way towards them. They didn't stop to listen from what direction it came from, they all broke into a sprint to the helipad.
Wesker looked at the screen of the laptop as a pop-up appeared, telling him that someone had infiltrated the Gamma lab, and that a Tyrant had been released to hunt them down.
"Oh no," He said under his breath. The sub surfaced about two miles from the lab. Wesker jumped to his feet and flew out of the hatch as he jammed his knife back into its sheath. He broke into a sprint and flew towards the lab with an emotion driven rage. He reached the outer wall in the space of 20 seconds and jumped over the barbed wire tipped wall, his body sailing through the air. He landed softly on the floor and looked at the helicopter that sat in front of him. He smiled and ran to the door and pulled it open slightly so that Lauren would know where to go. He stepped into the chopper and pulled a helmet onto his head and started up the engine before he looked back to the doorway and waited for his daughter to run back to him.