Ow. Rebecca was not feeling her usual 100 percent. As a matter of fact, all she was feeling at the moment was enoumously tired. But then again, that was a good sign. It meant she was finally waking up from whatever the hell Wesker had injected into her system.
Prying one eyelid open an inch, she tried to get her bearings straight. Hopefully without letting that maniac know she was awake.
But she had the distinct feelign that she wasn't in New York any longer.
Wesker waltzed back inside after a few moments. His eyes wandered to Rebecca, who happened to be conveniently tied up for the moment. Fortunately for her, he had not seen her move and he continued on out into the hallway.
Stopping in the middle of the well-decorated corridor, Wesker inhaled on his cigar again before stuffing it out on the railing closest to him. Pieces of it fluttered off and fell down into the first floor.
It was then that a loud shriek came bursting from the bowels of the complex. It flowed up into the main hallway and filtered through the third floor corridor, where Wesker was standing. Reacting to the sound, Albert turned his head and quirked an eyebrow.
"Seems he's finally awake. Good; Redfield will get a pleasant surprise when he arrives."
Wesker's eerie smile crept across his lips as he made it over to the balcony.
"I'm afraid I can't do that; not yet, Christopher. You see, you and I have a score to settle, and unlike last time, I have taken some extra precautions."
He turned his attention to Krauser.
"I suggest you behave, or you may find yourself in a very sticky predicament in the next few seconds-" Wesker was cut off by a crash. The decrepit door to the basement flew off it's hinges and rolled across the floor. Pieces of wood and other assorted items scattered across the first floor as a large beast emerged from the entrance to the basement. As it walked, it extended it's left arm, which was equipped with a mutated claw of sorts.
Chris turns to fully face Jack, aiming the pistol at his head.
"You son of a bitch! I swear, you had better not have-"
And then Wesker's voice cuts him off. Chris looks over his shoulder just as the Tyrant burts forth from the basement door, his eyes widening.
"...fuck me..."
He spins away from Krauser, moving off to the right side of the entry foyer as he begins to rapidly squeeze the trigger of the Beretta, sending 9mm slugs screaming across the distance toward the creature.
"As long as you don't irritate it, you should be fine."
Wesker frowned a bit.
"And as long as you don't irritate me as well."
As Wesker spoke, the beast advanced on Chris, it's jaws wide opened in a snarl. Drool slid down the side of it's chin in one long strain, and only broke from the jaw when it shook it's head wildly.
However, he didn't charge at Chris. It was a slow moving Tyrant and it stepped towards it's target at an agonizing rate. As it did, though, it flashed it's teeth and flexed it's claws, as if readying for a strike.
"You have no idea how much I hate you," Wesker spat as he wrapped his hand around Chris' throat. "But now you see the monster you have created. Because of you, I had to sell of human soul." He pushed his face close to Chris' and snarled.
"This is your doing."
Wesker pulled back and released Chris to allow him some air, but it was short lived. Not a minute after he let go, he raised his leg quickly and swung his heel towards Chris' stomach area. This was a move he had practiced before Spain; the axe kick known as Chikyo Chagi.
Chris grits his teeth as Wesker grips throat. His bluish grey eyes are blazing with intensity, sweat is beginning to run from his forehead, and he has cement dust all over him.
Finally, Wesker releases him, only to drop a heel into Chris's stomach. Chris gushes forth the air in his lungs he had just regained, dropping forward onto his knees. But he doesn't remain there.
His body is a blur of pain, but he knows that he's in for more if he stays on the ground. He wraps his arms around Wesker's legs, lifting him up as Chris stands. Once he is in the air, Chris spins and slams Wesker back against the pillar, reversing their position.
"You son of a bitch!", Chris shouts as he grabs Wesker by the front lapel of his suit. "This is your doing, not mine! You murdered my team mates, Wesker! And now you're some god damned freak!"
Chris pulls Wesker's face forwards to meet his gaze.
"And you know what's funny? No matter how superhuman you've become...you still can't beat me. You're pathetic
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However, Wesker had felt and had taken the punch. Afterward, he slowly moved his jaw, as if setting it back into place. Once it was set, though, his throat conjured up a harsh, raspy laugh.
"As thick headed as usual, I see."
Bringing his arm back, he made of a fist of his right hand.
"You never see the overall picture, Chris."
Albert released the fist in the direction of Chris' sternum. He hoped that Chris would get the point if
"Ha! Combat data my ass. We are talking about the same guy I just put through the wringer upstairs, right? The only reason I'm down here now is because he threatened an 18 year old girl, and had to pull a gun on me. Wesker's no better than any of the other Umbrella freaks."
Chris takes a puff from the cigarette.
"I'll plow through anyone and anything I have to get to him. And I'll never give up. Not until I'm dead."
He hits the lock mechanism hard with the butt of the knife's handle, growing agitated, then gestures with the point to Birkin.
"After all, if I don't stop him, who will? We'll all end up like you and him. I'm not gonna let that happen. Not on my watch."
"Have you ever considered the reasons why he hasn't killed you yet?" He rose to his feet and pulled on his chains, causing them to shriek under his new strength.
"You're too wrapped up in your heroic bull that you miss the point. There are far worse men out there than Albert Wesker. Far worse. You just see through the thick blood of your precious S.T.A.R.S members; nothing more, nothing less." Birkin shook his head with a mild chuckle.
"Then, Mr. Redfield, you and your sister truly play with the same deck of cards." He slid his claws down the decrepit wall for emphasis.
"If you think you are just going to vanquish my friend of twenty-six years, I believe I will have to interject." He spat at the end of his sentence.
"Some friend. And for the record, not even Satan himself is worse than Wesker. At least with Satan you know right off the bat he's going to fuck you over."
Chris tosses the remains of cigarette to the floor and crushes it out with a boot, pitching the corridor into darkness again.
"You got stuck down without even a night light."
He smiles to himself, then taps the point of the blade against the bars on the cell.
"You're over there, and I'm over here. Let's keep it that way. For now, you're just annoying. Don't let yourself become a problem."
Chris sighs.
"You're still part human. Don't you want to be normal again? Don't you want to see your daughter?"
"That does not mean I cannot see." He pulled the cloak away, allowing his eyes to glow in the pitch-black cell. "I agree; your voice is beginning to sting my ears as well, and I don't-" He cut himself of.
"-Sherry." William frowned. "..The cocktail has already molded to my cells. Normality is no longer a factor, and I am sure Sherry would rather be in the hands of that wench."
However, Birkin couldn't keep himself from sounding upset. He knew he would probably never see his child or the mother that bore he again.
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Prying one eyelid open an inch, she tried to get her bearings straight. Hopefully without letting that maniac know she was awake.
But she had the distinct feelign that she wasn't in New York any longer.
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Stopping in the middle of the well-decorated corridor, Wesker inhaled on his cigar again before stuffing it out on the railing closest to him. Pieces of it fluttered off and fell down into the first floor.
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And then she got to work. Maybe she could wiggle loose and find a telephone. Chris was walking right into a trap.
No way in heck was she gonna be the bait for this!
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"Seems he's finally awake. Good; Redfield will get a pleasant surprise when he arrives."
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"I'm afraid I can't do that; not yet, Christopher. You see, you and I have a score to settle, and unlike last time, I have taken some extra precautions."
He turned his attention to Krauser.
"I suggest you behave, or you may find yourself in a very sticky predicament in the next few seconds-" Wesker was cut off by a crash. The decrepit door to the basement flew off it's hinges and rolled across the floor. Pieces of wood and other assorted items scattered across the first floor as a large beast emerged from the entrance to the basement. As it walked, it extended it's left arm, which was equipped with a mutated claw of sorts.
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"You son of a bitch! I swear, you had better not have-"
And then Wesker's voice cuts him off. Chris looks over his shoulder just as the Tyrant burts forth from the basement door, his eyes widening.
"...fuck me..."
He spins away from Krauser, moving off to the right side of the entry foyer as he begins to rapidly squeeze the trigger of the Beretta, sending 9mm slugs screaming across the distance toward the creature.
Maybe this was a bad idea....
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"You're not my dad, Wesker. Don't ever talk down to me."
He looks at the advancing beast as Chris fires.
"Is this thing trained not to attack me?" he says, pointing his knife at it.
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Wesker frowned a bit.
"And as long as you don't irritate me as well."
As Wesker spoke, the beast advanced on Chris, it's jaws wide opened in a snarl. Drool slid down the side of it's chin in one long strain, and only broke from the jaw when it shook it's head wildly.
However, he didn't charge at Chris. It was a slow moving Tyrant and it stepped towards it's target at an agonizing rate. As it did, though, it flashed it's teeth and flexed it's claws, as if readying for a strike.
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"This is your doing."
Wesker pulled back and released Chris to allow him some air, but it was short lived. Not a minute after he let go, he raised his leg quickly and swung his heel towards Chris' stomach area. This was a move he had practiced before Spain; the axe kick known as Chikyo Chagi.
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Finally, Wesker releases him, only to drop a heel into Chris's stomach. Chris gushes forth the air in his lungs he had just regained, dropping forward onto his knees. But he doesn't remain there.
His body is a blur of pain, but he knows that he's in for more if he stays on the ground. He wraps his arms around Wesker's legs, lifting him up as Chris stands. Once he is in the air, Chris spins and slams Wesker back against the pillar, reversing their position.
"You son of a bitch!", Chris shouts as he grabs Wesker by the front lapel of his suit. "This is your doing, not mine! You murdered my team mates, Wesker! And now you're some god damned freak!"
Chris pulls Wesker's face forwards to meet his gaze.
"And you know what's funny? No matter how superhuman you've become...you still can't beat me. You're pathetic ( ... )
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"As thick headed as usual, I see."
Bringing his arm back, he made of a fist of his right hand.
"You never see the overall picture, Chris."
Albert released the fist in the direction of Chris' sternum. He hoped that Chris would get the point if
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Chris takes a puff from the cigarette.
"I'll plow through anyone and anything I have to get to him. And I'll never give up. Not until I'm dead."
He hits the lock mechanism hard with the butt of the knife's handle, growing agitated, then gestures with the point to Birkin.
"After all, if I don't stop him, who will? We'll all end up like you and him. I'm not gonna let that happen. Not on my watch."
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"Have you ever considered the reasons why he hasn't killed you yet?" He rose to his feet and pulled on his chains, causing them to shriek under his new strength.
"You're too wrapped up in your heroic bull that you miss the point. There are far worse men out there than Albert Wesker. Far worse. You just see through the thick blood of your precious S.T.A.R.S members; nothing more, nothing less." Birkin shook his head with a mild chuckle.
"Then, Mr. Redfield, you and your sister truly play with the same deck of cards." He slid his claws down the decrepit wall for emphasis.
"If you think you are just going to vanquish my friend of twenty-six years, I believe I will have to interject." He spat at the end of his sentence.
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Chris tosses the remains of cigarette to the floor and crushes it out with a boot, pitching the corridor into darkness again.
"You got stuck down without even a night light."
He smiles to himself, then taps the point of the blade against the bars on the cell.
"You're over there, and I'm over here. Let's keep it that way. For now, you're just annoying. Don't let yourself become a problem."
Chris sighs.
"You're still part human. Don't you want to be normal again? Don't you want to see your daughter?"
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"-Sherry." William frowned. "..The cocktail has already molded to my cells. Normality is no longer a factor, and I am sure Sherry would rather be in the hands of that wench."
However, Birkin couldn't keep himself from sounding upset. He knew he would probably never see his child or the mother that bore he again.
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