A Night in the Darkness
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+M through R › Resident Evil
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
13
Views:
15,101
Reviews:
20
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Confrontations
XI. Confrontations
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“I’ve been waiting for you,” Wesker said disinterestedly, his shaded eyes apparently watching a small vial twirling between his fingers. With a flick of his wrist, it was gone, and he turned to face them.
“Well, the two of you, anyway. I have nothing personal against the girl. Her death will be quick.”
Jill and Chris were crouched down, holding Rebecca between them. The bleeding was profuse, and it was impossible to tell where on her torso she had been shot. Her eyes were wide open, and she was making alarming gasping sounds.
Chris drew his gun, aiming from his one knee crouch towards Wesker. Wesker immediately drew a firearm from his hip, taking a shot at Chris before he had time to react. Chris yelled, clutching his foot. He was almost certain that Wesker had blown a toe off.
“Don’t trouble yourself, Chris.” Wesker said, his flat voice barely masking a wicked glee. “I’ve already had quite enough of you and your partner. Don’t make this any worse for yourself.” He turned his gun on Jill, looking for a place to cripple her. He lowered his weapon.
“You look sickly, Jill,” Wesker teased. “What’s the matter? Feeling faint?” He laughed to himself.
“You three have proved quite formidable,” Wesker said, turning away from them. Jill slowly drew her firearm, trying to remain as silent as possible.
“I never would have guessed that any of you would have survived so long. Let alone three of you. A small miscalculation. I won’t make the same mistake again.”
Jill had fully revealed her gun and aimed at the back of Wesker’s neck. Her finger tensed over the trigger, about to squeeze, when she heard the click of another weapon next her ear. A large, rough hand reached out and took her gun, her eyes following the arm back to the owner.
“Barry!?” She couldn’t believe it. Judging from the look on his face, Barry Burton couldn’t believe it either. His eyes were glazed and distant, as if he were trying to completely block out what it was that he was doing.
“Yes, Jill,” Wesker said, not even turning to face them. “Barry has been quite a dutiful assistant since we arrived at the Spencer Estate. It’s nothing personal, I’m sure. Barry just has his own interests to protect.”
“I’m sorry, Jill,” Barry whispered to her. “He’s got my kids. I have to save my kids.”
“Wesker, you bastard!” Chris shouted. He was still clutching his foot. “We looked for you! We thought you were dead!”
Wesker laughed mockingly. “Chris, you cannot afford to be so naive. If I were dead, you all would be, as well. A self destruct program has been programmed to initiate if my heart stops, should anything go wrong.”
“So you’re working for Umbrella,” Jill said, not looking up from Rebecca. She had found the wound, and was putting as much pressure on it as her still weak body would allow. It was deep in the flesh, but just might’ve avoided anything vital. Rebecca’s eyes were closed, and her breathing was shallow; she didn’t have long.
“Very good, Jill,” Wesker said sarcastically. “You would make quite the detective. Yes, I’ve been under Umbrella’s employment for quite some time now. I was ordered to lure the S.T.A.R.S. here and use them to test the B.O.W. capabilities.”
Wesker looked over his shoulder to eye them for a moment. His voice hinted at anger. “I must admit, your capabilities surprised me. Perhaps I trained you too well.”
He turned face forward again, motioning in front of him. “Not that it matters, now.” He said. “The Tyrant will wake soon.”
Before him, was a giant glass cylinder. It was filled with a dark fluid, and Jill could discern something large and vaguely humanoid within. It twitched randomly, as if it were dreaming.
“What’s in there?” Chris demanded nervously. Wesker laughed again.
“A marvel of genetics, my friend,” he said. “A perfect specimen of the human body.” He turned to face the wounded group of survivors. “And when it awakens, it will kill all of you.”
There was a small yelp as the glass shattered, though nobody could tell from who. Wesker looked down at himself in time to see the grotesque talon burst through his stomach. Then he was off his feet, suspended in the air as more breaking glass fell behind him.
Jill watched as Wesker convulsed upon the thing’s arm. His sunglasses fell to the ground, and she realized that she had never seen his eyes before. Even now she could not discern the color, his eyes having rolled up to the whites in the throes of death.
The thing lowered it’s arm, leaving Wesker to crumple to the ground unspectacularly. None of them, the survivors, or Barry, had moved as Wesker had died, and now they watched disbelievingly as the Tyrant stepped forth from it’s glass cell.
It was a monstrosity. It stood well over seven feet tall, it’s skin a pale, wet grey, marred with raw tumors and sores. It’s engorged heart thumped dully but steadily upon it’s chest, visible for all to see. The boney talons shone brightly, some still dripping with Wesker’s blood. It’s face was terrible; not because of the mutation and disfigurement, but if inspected close enough, something vaguely human could be seen, something almost sad.
The Tyrant stepped over Wesker’s body and towards the survivors, it’s breathing labored and winded. Their former commanding officer struggled a bit where he lay, but fell still after a few moments. Chris hardly had time to notice; as soon as Wesker stilled completely, a piercing, electronic wail invaded his hearing.
“FIFTEEN MINUTES UNTIL SYSTEM TERMINATION. ALL PERSONNEL EVACUATE IMMEDIATELY,” a polite, electronic voice announced neutrally. FIFTEEN MIN-”
The rest was cut off by a deafening blast, causing Chris to flinch. Barry was firing his magnum at the approaching abomination, slowing it minimally. Chris snapped out of his stupor and regained his composure, picking his gun up where he’d dropped it when Wesker had shot him.
Standing up sent a hot lance of pain through his foot and up his body, strengthening his certainty that Wesker had severed a toe. Jill was already up, and they hoisted Rebecca between them.
“Barry, let’s go!” Chris yelled over the shrieking siren. Barry shook his head.
“There’s a service elevator in the back of the lab!” He cried in response, pausing to fire another earsplitting shot. “Get Jill and Rebecca there! I’ll catch up!”
Chris nodded, not bothering to argue. He and Jill hobbled weakly behind and around Barry, continuing behind a row of cryogenic tubes and into the maze of lab equipment. On some of the walls were small signs pointing them in the right direction.
SERVICE ELEVATOR
(in case of emergency, please use stairs)
Jill tried to block everything out of her mind, focusing solely on getting to the elevator. Her and her partner were running on little more than adrenaline and sheer force of will. Jill was still recovering from infection, and Chris was limping along on a shot foot, still bleeding from where that monster had sliced him in the passageway. Between the two of them were at least a dozen more fairly serious wounds. And of course, there was Rebecca, held up between them, barely clinging to consciousness, moaning slightly as she attempted to keep pace with the two of them.
“THIRTEEN MINUTES UNTIL SYSTEM TERMINATION. ALL PERSONNEL EVACUATE IMMEDIATELY.”
They rounded another corner, bringing the elevator into view at the end of the corridor, a rectangular box of grated metal. As they reached it, Chris noticed a small control panel mounted on the wall beside it. They swung open the door and stepped inside.
There was an identical control panel within the elevator. Two buttons; an up arrow and a down arrow. Chris pressed the up button, and a moment later heard a cry of agony. Jill’s eyes met with his; Barry was going to die.
Beneath the incessant warbling of the alarm, there was a metallic clunk, and the elevator began to rumble. Impulsively, Chris quickly stepped out of the elevator, slamming the door shut behind him.
“Chris!” Jill cried.
“I’ll take the next one,” he said. “Get on the chopper and get Rebecca some help. Don’t wait for me.”
Jill made to reply, but the alarm sounded again, and the elevator was going up, carrying the two women away from him. On the wall mounted control panel, beneath the two buttons, a display appeared.
03:51
Four minutes, he thought. All he had to do was last four minutes. Chris turned away from the elevator shaft and back into the twisting labyrinth of the laboratory. He could feel a faint vibration in the floor, one that tingled his wounded foot unpleasantly. He could hear it as well, faint, like an earthquake. It was the only sound to accompany the wail of the alarm.
“TWELVE MINUTES UNTIL SYSTEM TERMINATION. ALL PERSONNEL EVACUATE IMMEDIATELY.”
Chris pointed his gun ahead and began back the way he came, towards Barry and the Tyrant.
…
Wesker’s eyes opened, and the first thing he noticed was that he was not dead. He couldn’t be dead, for surely death could not be what he was feeling. He had never felt more alive.
He stood up, looking around. He was alone, the Tyrant having already passed. The alarm was sounding, so his heart must have stopped, at least for a while. Looking down at his torso now, though, the only evidence of his death was a large tear in his clothes, exposing a newly formed wall of solid muscle. Tiny shards of glass protruded from his stomach, where the vial had cracked, infecting him with William’s virus.
Wesker knelt down and retrieved his sunglass from the ground. As he brought them to his face, the fluorescent lights shined on the lenses, and he caught his reflection. His eyes were different now, an inhuman reddish yellow. It suited him.
He smiled.
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Sorry for the delay. I've recently returned to school, and have been very busy. There should only be one or two more chapters to this story, if all goes well. Thank you all who've read and supported this. Next chapter will be up soon. Read, Rate, Review, and Enjoy!!!
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“I’ve been waiting for you,” Wesker said disinterestedly, his shaded eyes apparently watching a small vial twirling between his fingers. With a flick of his wrist, it was gone, and he turned to face them.
“Well, the two of you, anyway. I have nothing personal against the girl. Her death will be quick.”
Jill and Chris were crouched down, holding Rebecca between them. The bleeding was profuse, and it was impossible to tell where on her torso she had been shot. Her eyes were wide open, and she was making alarming gasping sounds.
Chris drew his gun, aiming from his one knee crouch towards Wesker. Wesker immediately drew a firearm from his hip, taking a shot at Chris before he had time to react. Chris yelled, clutching his foot. He was almost certain that Wesker had blown a toe off.
“Don’t trouble yourself, Chris.” Wesker said, his flat voice barely masking a wicked glee. “I’ve already had quite enough of you and your partner. Don’t make this any worse for yourself.” He turned his gun on Jill, looking for a place to cripple her. He lowered his weapon.
“You look sickly, Jill,” Wesker teased. “What’s the matter? Feeling faint?” He laughed to himself.
“You three have proved quite formidable,” Wesker said, turning away from them. Jill slowly drew her firearm, trying to remain as silent as possible.
“I never would have guessed that any of you would have survived so long. Let alone three of you. A small miscalculation. I won’t make the same mistake again.”
Jill had fully revealed her gun and aimed at the back of Wesker’s neck. Her finger tensed over the trigger, about to squeeze, when she heard the click of another weapon next her ear. A large, rough hand reached out and took her gun, her eyes following the arm back to the owner.
“Barry!?” She couldn’t believe it. Judging from the look on his face, Barry Burton couldn’t believe it either. His eyes were glazed and distant, as if he were trying to completely block out what it was that he was doing.
“Yes, Jill,” Wesker said, not even turning to face them. “Barry has been quite a dutiful assistant since we arrived at the Spencer Estate. It’s nothing personal, I’m sure. Barry just has his own interests to protect.”
“I’m sorry, Jill,” Barry whispered to her. “He’s got my kids. I have to save my kids.”
“Wesker, you bastard!” Chris shouted. He was still clutching his foot. “We looked for you! We thought you were dead!”
Wesker laughed mockingly. “Chris, you cannot afford to be so naive. If I were dead, you all would be, as well. A self destruct program has been programmed to initiate if my heart stops, should anything go wrong.”
“So you’re working for Umbrella,” Jill said, not looking up from Rebecca. She had found the wound, and was putting as much pressure on it as her still weak body would allow. It was deep in the flesh, but just might’ve avoided anything vital. Rebecca’s eyes were closed, and her breathing was shallow; she didn’t have long.
“Very good, Jill,” Wesker said sarcastically. “You would make quite the detective. Yes, I’ve been under Umbrella’s employment for quite some time now. I was ordered to lure the S.T.A.R.S. here and use them to test the B.O.W. capabilities.”
Wesker looked over his shoulder to eye them for a moment. His voice hinted at anger. “I must admit, your capabilities surprised me. Perhaps I trained you too well.”
He turned face forward again, motioning in front of him. “Not that it matters, now.” He said. “The Tyrant will wake soon.”
Before him, was a giant glass cylinder. It was filled with a dark fluid, and Jill could discern something large and vaguely humanoid within. It twitched randomly, as if it were dreaming.
“What’s in there?” Chris demanded nervously. Wesker laughed again.
“A marvel of genetics, my friend,” he said. “A perfect specimen of the human body.” He turned to face the wounded group of survivors. “And when it awakens, it will kill all of you.”
There was a small yelp as the glass shattered, though nobody could tell from who. Wesker looked down at himself in time to see the grotesque talon burst through his stomach. Then he was off his feet, suspended in the air as more breaking glass fell behind him.
Jill watched as Wesker convulsed upon the thing’s arm. His sunglasses fell to the ground, and she realized that she had never seen his eyes before. Even now she could not discern the color, his eyes having rolled up to the whites in the throes of death.
The thing lowered it’s arm, leaving Wesker to crumple to the ground unspectacularly. None of them, the survivors, or Barry, had moved as Wesker had died, and now they watched disbelievingly as the Tyrant stepped forth from it’s glass cell.
It was a monstrosity. It stood well over seven feet tall, it’s skin a pale, wet grey, marred with raw tumors and sores. It’s engorged heart thumped dully but steadily upon it’s chest, visible for all to see. The boney talons shone brightly, some still dripping with Wesker’s blood. It’s face was terrible; not because of the mutation and disfigurement, but if inspected close enough, something vaguely human could be seen, something almost sad.
The Tyrant stepped over Wesker’s body and towards the survivors, it’s breathing labored and winded. Their former commanding officer struggled a bit where he lay, but fell still after a few moments. Chris hardly had time to notice; as soon as Wesker stilled completely, a piercing, electronic wail invaded his hearing.
“FIFTEEN MINUTES UNTIL SYSTEM TERMINATION. ALL PERSONNEL EVACUATE IMMEDIATELY,” a polite, electronic voice announced neutrally. FIFTEEN MIN-”
The rest was cut off by a deafening blast, causing Chris to flinch. Barry was firing his magnum at the approaching abomination, slowing it minimally. Chris snapped out of his stupor and regained his composure, picking his gun up where he’d dropped it when Wesker had shot him.
Standing up sent a hot lance of pain through his foot and up his body, strengthening his certainty that Wesker had severed a toe. Jill was already up, and they hoisted Rebecca between them.
“Barry, let’s go!” Chris yelled over the shrieking siren. Barry shook his head.
“There’s a service elevator in the back of the lab!” He cried in response, pausing to fire another earsplitting shot. “Get Jill and Rebecca there! I’ll catch up!”
Chris nodded, not bothering to argue. He and Jill hobbled weakly behind and around Barry, continuing behind a row of cryogenic tubes and into the maze of lab equipment. On some of the walls were small signs pointing them in the right direction.
SERVICE ELEVATOR
(in case of emergency, please use stairs)
Jill tried to block everything out of her mind, focusing solely on getting to the elevator. Her and her partner were running on little more than adrenaline and sheer force of will. Jill was still recovering from infection, and Chris was limping along on a shot foot, still bleeding from where that monster had sliced him in the passageway. Between the two of them were at least a dozen more fairly serious wounds. And of course, there was Rebecca, held up between them, barely clinging to consciousness, moaning slightly as she attempted to keep pace with the two of them.
“THIRTEEN MINUTES UNTIL SYSTEM TERMINATION. ALL PERSONNEL EVACUATE IMMEDIATELY.”
They rounded another corner, bringing the elevator into view at the end of the corridor, a rectangular box of grated metal. As they reached it, Chris noticed a small control panel mounted on the wall beside it. They swung open the door and stepped inside.
There was an identical control panel within the elevator. Two buttons; an up arrow and a down arrow. Chris pressed the up button, and a moment later heard a cry of agony. Jill’s eyes met with his; Barry was going to die.
Beneath the incessant warbling of the alarm, there was a metallic clunk, and the elevator began to rumble. Impulsively, Chris quickly stepped out of the elevator, slamming the door shut behind him.
“Chris!” Jill cried.
“I’ll take the next one,” he said. “Get on the chopper and get Rebecca some help. Don’t wait for me.”
Jill made to reply, but the alarm sounded again, and the elevator was going up, carrying the two women away from him. On the wall mounted control panel, beneath the two buttons, a display appeared.
03:51
Four minutes, he thought. All he had to do was last four minutes. Chris turned away from the elevator shaft and back into the twisting labyrinth of the laboratory. He could feel a faint vibration in the floor, one that tingled his wounded foot unpleasantly. He could hear it as well, faint, like an earthquake. It was the only sound to accompany the wail of the alarm.
“TWELVE MINUTES UNTIL SYSTEM TERMINATION. ALL PERSONNEL EVACUATE IMMEDIATELY.”
Chris pointed his gun ahead and began back the way he came, towards Barry and the Tyrant.
…
Wesker’s eyes opened, and the first thing he noticed was that he was not dead. He couldn’t be dead, for surely death could not be what he was feeling. He had never felt more alive.
He stood up, looking around. He was alone, the Tyrant having already passed. The alarm was sounding, so his heart must have stopped, at least for a while. Looking down at his torso now, though, the only evidence of his death was a large tear in his clothes, exposing a newly formed wall of solid muscle. Tiny shards of glass protruded from his stomach, where the vial had cracked, infecting him with William’s virus.
Wesker knelt down and retrieved his sunglass from the ground. As he brought them to his face, the fluorescent lights shined on the lenses, and he caught his reflection. His eyes were different now, an inhuman reddish yellow. It suited him.
He smiled.
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Sorry for the delay. I've recently returned to school, and have been very busy. There should only be one or two more chapters to this story, if all goes well. Thank you all who've read and supported this. Next chapter will be up soon. Read, Rate, Review, and Enjoy!!!