Resident Evil Series Fan Fiction ❯ Taller Than God ❯ Chapter 1-7, Part One ( Chapter 1 )

 

 

 

(a Resident Evil fanfic)

 

Title: Taller Than God

Author: egyptianscorpio1119

Part: Part One of Two

Rating: R to NC-17

Warning: I'd like to remind all who read this story that it contains very dark themes such as rape ,thoughts of suicide, and some very strong sexual content, even though the rape and thoughts of suicide are only alluded to and never directly explained. This story is definitely not intended for a younger audience, if you are not 17 or above then please click the back button. I very strongly disagree with rape and suicide and do not in any shape or fashion approve of them in any way. In my personal opinion, rape is one of the absolute lowest things a person could ever do. I do not approve of suicide, I believe there is always a way out rather than resorting to hurting yourself. Your life is worth it. If you are having suicidal thoughts then I strongly urge you to talk to a trusted loved one or a professional. However, this is a fictional story and not intended to reflect real life or a real life situation, insult or hurt anyone. This is purely for entertainment purposes only.

 

 

Disclaimer: I own nothing of the incredible Resident Evil series created by the great Shinji Mikami and owened/licensed by Capcom or the wonderful songs and artists I've included illustrating my story. This story's title is actually inspired by a Strawpeople's song of the same name, I fell in love with the song and the lyrics helped inspired the idea for this fanfic. I also borrowed from the Wesker Report to supplement the history aspect, you'll see and there'll be little tributes to Buffy and Inuyasha since the new character's, who does belong to me , based on Buffy and Kagome and, of course, a little dash of me. I don't own that either only Joss Wedon or Rumiko Takashi does. I'd like to thank everyone who posted it on their website, it helped a lot. Please do not sue this first- time writer. .

 

 

Distribution: you can take it for your site if you so desire, just be sure to e-mail me first

 

Feedback: Yes, please. But please no flames I know I'm new but I really poured myself into this story. Constructive is always welcome.

 

Notes: Just an interesting side note, I don't know if there's any B/G shippers out there that like to write and read fanfics, but dria14's my big sister and I absolutely love her stories, so I wanted to brag about her when I posted my first fanfic.

 

 

Taller Than God

Part One -Intro

 

“By the Cathedral”

Darling

I will remember

I've been

Mellow and tender

I've seen water

By the cathedral

Under the maple

It was in april

You wore a raincoat

By the cathedral

I wasn't able, I was unable

Someday

You will remember, darling

Someday

You will believe that I've seen

Thunder

I wasn't able, I was unable

- Kaeren Ann, Not Going Anywhere

 

I know what you must think of me…I betrayed everyone closet to me; my friends and comrades. Some would claim my sole motive to be pure, un daunting ambition. God! How stupid and predictable those beings can be. Do not miss-take my comments; these are my own “grief-stricken” thoughts, anyhow. I do not believe myself to be like a God or some other immortal-like savior on a holy mission. I just believe myself to be closer than others….

I led those comrades to what I knew would result in the end of their miserable existence. I loathed them for what they did to me, but most of all, to her. Especially Chris, she was almost like a sister to him and Jill; and with Claire and Rebecca, the closet of friends. He and Jill swore to protect her, just like they would Claire or Rebecca, the only way an older sibling could. How could they, just, just let him take her!? How!? They must be held responsible. I'll make sure he pays, they'll all pay, if it's the last thing I do!

He's the reason she is never again to feel my touch, to be near me. God dammit! I knew, I knew, Alfred would do anything to possess her, to take her away from me. She was with Chris on that dreaded night, he left her alone, and then, she was banished from my arms.

I am hollow, empty. I feel only pain and sorrow. I swear I'll make them feel it! With Umbrella I'll get my revenge, I'll murder all of them and the rest of humanity will go with them.

There's nothing left for me here. There's nothing beautiful left in this world, without her…she was the only person I ever loved, ever trusted. She didn't use me like the rest of them did. She was an angel misplaced in this dreary world. It was fate that she, my angel, would go back, back to those; she was too good for this world. I'm desperately awaiting the moment when I'll see her again. But I still have some business left here… I will make them suffer…I'll be by your side again, soon, my love…just hold on a little while longer….

 

 

Chapter I

“Nature Boy”

There was a boy

A very strange

Enchanted boy

They say he wandered very far

Very far

Over land and sea

A little shy

And sad of eye

But very wise was he

And then one day

One magic day

He passed my way

And while we spoke of many things

Fools and kings

This he said to me

“The greatest thing you'll ever learn

is just to love

and be loved in return”

David Bowie(Nat King Cole), Moulin Rouge Soundtrack

 

They say I am of a sadistic mind. As much as people would like to cling to that simplistic explanation, as they cling to too many simplistic things, I must damage their fragile egos. For you see, sadists, like most terrible dispositions of mankind, are not born, they are made. It's difficult to comprend to you, my lovely audience, what it was that lead me to my current stance in this miserable existence. Unfortunately, however, I've never been the type to disclose sad memories upon an unexpecting public. I will, instead, endeavor to answer some of the questions that may be lingering in your minds.

I've been working (or at least in their minds I have) for Umbrella since I was eighteen. My only trusted ally and boyhood friend, that I'm sure you're already familiar with, is a man by the name of Dr.William Birkin. He disapproved of my cruelty, at times, but it's thanks to that very man that I now have the means to overcome any adversary. As you all must know, he is the creator of the magnificent T-virus. This beautiful virus has been instrumental in my vengeance.

William was always a true friend of mine. I remember when we were in training together under Umbrella. They were shallow and manipulative, even back then. They knew we were their most valuable assets, and because of this, they tried to encourage a rivalry between us. Unfortunately for them, I've never been one who can easily be controlled by others. Their foolishness only turned us against them in the end.

 

But I get ahead of myself. I was eighteen and Birkin was two years younger than me. He was, even back then; infamous for keeping to himself, the only person he ever really opened to was me. I remember when we stepped off the helicopter onto the helipad of Arklay laboratory for the first time; little were we aware of, it had already been made known to all there that we were the chosen ones out of the inexperienced bundle of newcomers. And our tourniquet, you ask? Why none other than Sir Ozwell Spencer, himself.

We were made the chief researchers of that particular facility in Arklay. This, of course, could've been the will of only one man. I sometimes wonder if he knew all this was going to happen, that our current predicaments were exactly what he had intended all along. After all, none of this could have taken place without Ozwell manipulating the strings. Well, no amount of planning or foresight could have told him about her, right?

One thing did change William and me forever, though. It was when we were just starting out and Umbrella was conducting extensive research on the Ebola virus. We were the leaders on the project and our useless underlings were divided on the subject of the virus all together. Some wanted to help their fellow mankind (pathetic), and others wished for domination over that very same race. William was never much interested in this debate; he just wanted to study it. However, Umbrella, as I'm sure you can imagine, was very much in favor of the latter's argument. The Ebola virus study gave rise to Umbrella's ever quicking desire to manufacture a biological weapon.

We made numerous discoveries on the virus, but there was a problem using the Ebola as a bio-weapon. It couldn't be spread unless the infected person physically touches another, thus making it easy to quarantine. This dilemma inspired us to the following thoughts: What if we could use DNA of the Ebola as a base and manufacture a stronger virus that could directly impact the DNA of a live human being? This would result in the subject being more resistant to the laws of mortality, and then they could spread the infection to millions. They would, of course, be dead from a living person's perspective but can you even begin to comprend the mass infection that could be produced? It was from these ideas that the T-virus was born.

Spencer was enthralled at the idea of the T-virus. Imagine it, a virus that could give its hosts abnormal strength and abilities, a virus that could infect thousands in a matter of days. It was then that Spencer turned Umbrella into a company that would be researching and making cures to the public, but would, in reality, be dedicating itself to developing biological weapons that could, in the wrong hands, bring about an end to mankind. There was one malfunction in developing the T-virus, however. Birkin and I needed to test this new virus on a proper subject. The proper subject, of course, is a human.

 

Our first human test subject that was given to us was a woman; she would be responsible for changing William's and my life forever. We began researching the T-virus and its effects on her on November 10th of 1967. This woman was only twenty-five when we began our experimentations, it would turn out that we would be testing on her for the next eleven years.

Birkin was confounded by this test subject. Why did she cling to life when she knew she would just die eventually? Why did she keep fighting? These questions haunted us throughout our studies. I even believe William felt sympathy for her; however, we were forced to continue our research until we had brought it to its final conclusion, no matter what our personal feelings were. If we gave into our sympathies, and stopped, we would be caught and turned into test subjects ourselves. It was from this experience that William and I learned how to kill for our own survival. Our lives could never be the same; we could never be the same. Was this the lesson Sir Spencer had to teach us? He knew we would have to give up on our humanity to continue on with a sane mind, and that's exactly what we lost to him that day.

 

 

Chapter II

“Diamond Dogs”

Crawling down the alley on your hands and your knees

I'm sure you're not protected, for it's plain to see

The diamond dogs are poachers and they hide behind trees

Hunt you to the ground they will, mannequins with kill appeal

 

(Will they come?)

I'll keep a friend serene

(Will they come?)

Well, she's come, been, and gone

Come out of the garden, baby

You'll catch your death in the fog

Young girl, they call them the Diamond Dogs

 

The Halloween Jack is a real cool cat

And he lives on top of Manhattan Chase

The elevator's broke, so he slides down a rope

Onto the street below, oh Tarzie, go man go

 

Meet his little hussy with his ghost town approach

Her face is sans features, but she wears a Dali brooch

Sweetly reminiscent, something mother used to bake

Wrecked up and paralyzed, Diamond Dogs are sableized

 

In the year of the scavenger, the season of the bitch

Sashay on the boardwalk, scurry to the ditch

Just another future song, lonely little kitsch

(There's gonna be sorrow) try and wake up tomorrow

David Bowie(Beck), Moulin Rouge Soundtrack

 

Our research continued at a steady place for three years after that. Everything was going well for Birkin and me up until that point. It was then that Umbrella decided to appoint a ten-year old girl as chief researcher of the Antarctica branch. Her name was Alexia Ashford, and with this I shall introduce our villains.

 

The Ashfords seemed to always be a cursed family. Normality most assuredly wasn't in their family gene pool, however, remarkable intelligence was. When Edward Ashford died, the family practically disappeared and no one expected to hear from the misfits again. It wasn't until much later that I discovered Alexia used her father as a lab rat for her T-Veronica virus.

Alexia had a strange desire that she wanted her precious virus to achieve. She believed, even from early on, that every living being was put on this earth to fulfill her desires. And with her T-Veronica virus, she was going to make her absurd belief a reality.

She could never accomplish such ludicrousness by herself, she needed help and her loathsome twin brother, Alfred, wanted nothing more than to please his darling Alexia. I had my suspicions about the depth of their relationship from the beginning. Those two were sickeningly close ever since they were young, most would surmise a little too close for a normal brother and sister. Alfred was obsessed with Alexia that much was certain. I wouldn't come to understand the full extent of his madness until later.

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Two years had passed and we received word of Alexia Ashford's death, most likely due to her foolishness regarding the virus. She was much too young to be messing with something that dangerous. Alfred took over but shortly afterward, the Ashford family fell into obscurity once more. Birkin changed back into his normal self after Alexia's death, but during his brief stint as her competitor, I was able to do some research of my own accord.

I had discovered some interesting things about the T-virus. The virus could afflict most life forms and it happened to be that the Arklay lab was located in the middle of a forest. I walked in those woods many times before, but as I looked around this time, I could only imagine the rate at which the virus would spread if it were, somehow, leaked out. The T-virus would become virtually unstoppable. It seemed almost as if that's exactly what Spencer intended to occur, but why?

I had to know what Sir Spencer was thinking, what his plans were, and I knew I could never achieve this as a simple researcher. I had to obtain a more favorable position with him if I was ever going to find answers to the questions that had began to plague me; if I was ever going to find what was really taking place at the Arklay laboratory. If only I knew then how right I really was about him…

 

 

Chapter III

“Red Right Hand”

Take a little walk to the edge of town

Go across the tracks

Where the viaduct looms,

Like a bird of doom

As it shifts and cracks

Where secrets lie in the border fires,

In the humming wires

Hey man, you know

You're never coming back

 

On a gathering storm comes

A tall handsome man

In a dusty black coat with

A red right hand

 

He'll wrap you in his arms

Tell you that you've been a good boy

He'll reach deep into the hole,

Heal your shrinking soul

Hey buddy, you know you're

Never coming back

He's a god, he's a man

He's a ghost, he's a guru

They're whispering his name

Through this disappearing land

But hidden in his coat is a red right hand

 

A shadow is cast wherever he stands

 

You're one microscopic cog

In his catastrophic plan

Designed and directed by

His red right hand

Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds, The Best of Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds

 

To obtain the position I so desired, I would have to discard my current, more lowly one. I needed to know Spencer's plans; I suppose you could say it became a little obsession of mine. Mostly because I was beginning to form my own, and as I'm sure you all already aware, I don't like any unnecessary competition coming between and my goals. To do this would be no simple task; I had to remove myself slowly enough to escape notice, especially that of Spencer's. The only foreseeable way to accomplish this, I had determined, was to continue my own research with Birkin until the right time presented itself.

 

Many changes had begun to take effect during this time period. It had been our eleventh summer working at that mountain laboratory. The woman with who we had begun our first experimentations with the T-virus, so long ago it seems now, was forgotten in Umbrella history, labeled only as a “failure”. She had given up her incessant fight for life and gave into the T-virus on the very day we had started the experiments, five years later.

It was also during this time that Birkin's life had taken to a dramatic change. He had married another researcher he had worked with at the facility. They have a little girl, now, by the name of Sherry. I suppose….it makes sense to fall in love with someone you work so closely beside everyday. However, I was more intent upon my plans and research then finding a mate. If only I knew how much that was about to change.

 

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Besides Sherry, another birth had taken place in Arklay lab, the birth of the Tyrant. The Tyrant was one of our greatest accomplishments, imagine it, a programmed life that would be used as a solider, a true bio-weapon in every sense of the word. However, all the facilities, including our own, ran into the same problem with Tyrant. Very few were compatible to even become a Tyrant, this made finding test subjects nearly impossible.

 

What we had to do became clear, we had to make another form of the T-virus that would be more compatible with the general populace. The Europe facility of Umbrella had developed a way to overcome this adversity by way of what they called the “Nemesis Project”. I wanted to see a sample of the research for myself, hoping to further our own, however Birkin was firmly against it. He did not want to admit someone else outsmarted him and possibly found a solution to the all the facilities problem. But, unfortunately for William, I've never been one to let egotism come between me and greatness, so I convinced him. It wasn't particularly difficult to do; even he had to admit it was essential to us moving forward in our research efforts.

We had obtained a sample of Nemesis from Europe and injected the woman's body with it. The Nemesis, it turned out, appeared to be very much akin to a parasite. After it infected her, the woman began to show a change. We were especially surprised at this, because all the other hosts Nemesis had been tested upon before had died shortly afterward, but she, she had actually consumed it. This change was so far removed from anything associated with the T-virus, it was what would lead me and Birkin to our individual fates. This change is what became known as the G-virus.

 

 

Chapter IV

“Tupelo”

Looka yonder! Looka yonder!

Looka yonder! A big black cloud come!

A big black cloud come!

O comes to Tupelo. Comes to Tupelo

Yonder on the horizon

Yonder on the horizon

Stopped at the mighty river and

Sucked the damn thing dry

Tupelo-o-o, O Tupelo

 

In a valley hides a town called Tupelo

Distant thunder rumble

Rumble hungry like the Beast

The Beast that cometh, cometh down

Wo wo wo-o-o

Tupelo bound

 

The Beast cometh, Tupelo bound

The nag is spooked and crazy

O God help Tupelo! O God help Tupelo!

 

Ya can tell ya self ya dreaming buddy

But no sleep runs this deep

No! No sleep runs this deep

Black rain come down, Black rain come down

And carry the burden of Tupelo

You will reap just what you sow

Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds, The Best of Nick Cave and the Bad seeds

4 years later…..

I had come to the conclusion that my career as a researcher with Umbrella had grown tired. I had heard of a secret intelligence service based in Raccoon city, not far from Arklay, and I decided that that was where my future laid. No one at the lab was surprised by my decision to leave, I had begun to feel my limitations and they surely noticed them as well.

I joined S.T.A.R.S. and excelled there from my previous training under Umbrella. I became the captain of the Alpha team within S.T.A.R.S., and was respected by many within the organization. I had made “friends” with my fellow teammates and was considered to be “the cool guy”, whatever that meant, among them. My plans were moving forward, especially in my new position, where, I had concluded; I could comfortably spy on Umbrella and avoid their detection. After all, as I've already reminded you, I loathe competition. It was with all these things in mind that I decided to pay a visit to my previous employer at Arklay and check up on my old friend Birkin.

 

I stepped off the helicopter onto the all too familiar heli-port. I stopped for a moment after we landed; all the memories of my training with Birkin, the early days, all of it came flooding back to me. And no sooner had those thoughts produced themselves that Birkin appeared with the usual case files in hand. I sometimes wondered if he even slept with them, they seemed to be attached for as long as I can recall. He barely took his eyes off the passage he was reading as he greeted me.

- “Hey Wes, it's been a while. How's it goin? Um…nice shades; those a job requirement?”

- “Birkin. No, I just like them. (Odd) How are the wife and Sherry?

- “Relax, Wes, it was a joke. They're both good. Sherry's becoming a bit of a hand full, running off all the time. Ha ha, starting to take after her old man. So how's your new job at, S.T.A.R.S., is it?

- (I think I'm funny) “It's good, I suppose. I'm the captain of the Alpha team there.”

(I have to admit I just wanted to know what was happening inside Umbrella. But my own survival had come into question as of late, I couldn't act hastily, les I attract unwanted attention. If there was one thing I hated, though, it was polite conversation; however it was somewhat tolerable with Birkin. I felt, at the time, he was one of the only people I could open up to. Not that I thought opening up was all that important then either…)

-“I would expect no less from the great Albert Wesker. Who's on this team of yours?”

-“Chris Redfield, who brings his sister, Claire, around quite often. Jill Valentine, Rebecca Chambers, and of course, Barry, but you already know him.”

-“Indeed.”

-“We actually have a new recruit, some friend of Rebecca's. A…something or other. They graduated medical school together, both at the top of their classes. I haven't had the chance to meet her, yet. She's supposed to arrive at S.T.A.R.S. today. Rebecca practically begged me to let her join. She's a medic that can fight as well, supposedly a really good fighter. She apparently became friends with Claire too when she visited Rebecca. Funny, though, I was always working or away when she visited her. Well, whatever, I let Chris handle it.”

-“It's no surprise you've never met her, you're always working. Strange, how the youngest always gravitate towards each, just like we did. You know, you shouldn't always be so dismissive. Who knows, maybe you've never managed to see her before because you'll finally fall madly in love the first time you see her.”

- (You always were too much of a romantic fool, Birkin.) “Yeah. Right.”

-“Yes, that's right. I've forgotten. You're above love; the only thing you allow yourself to love is your work.”

-“Whatever. So, how are things here?” (Casual enough I thought. Anyway, I desperately wanted to change the subject. I never recalled Birkin taking such a severe tone with me before, needless to say, I didn't appreciate it.)

- (He'll never listen until it happens…I don't know why I bother. It's like talking to a rock sometimes…..) “Fairly the same since you've left. We're still studying the G-virus. Umbrella's hired a new research leader to take your place, his name's John. He worked in some laboratory in Chicago. I'll take you up to meet him.”

Birkin led me to the elevator and as we rode it up to the lab, my mind began to wander once again. Birkin had informed me that after so many years of experimenting with the G-virus it had mutated so much, it could consume the Nemesis. I knew the G-virus was already dangerous enough, but now it was mutated to the point of actually consuming Nemesis; to mutate it anymore could led to one of the most lethal disasters Arklay has ever seen. But, as I found, Spencer requested to mutate it to its most extreme point. He had to be aware of what might happen, right? Was he insane or did he just not care for the consequences? I wished I could answer my own nagging questions, but Spencer and I had drifted apart these last few years. He never seemed to come to the Arklay lab anymore. This was not a comforting sign to me. It's as if he keeps his distance on purpose because something horrific was about to take place here.

We had finally arrived at our destination and there stood John awaiting us. I had heard he was an excellent researcher, but I could tell just by looking at him that he was too moral for this dark place. Even in S.T.A.R.S., I had heard murmurs that John was beginning to question Umbrella's motives, along with his superiors. This, of course, could and would get him killed, and that's precisely what people began to say.

 

I had just finished exchanging pleasantries with John, when Birkin had pulled me aside. He wanted help with the clean-up of an all too familiar face; it was the woman from so many years ago. Apparently, her behavior had become dangerously erratic as of late. She had begun killing researchers; she had already claimed the lives of three in the most violet way. Spencer had authorized her to be exterminated, since there was no longer any use for her.

It's odd, no sooner then I had returned to Umbrella, I already had blood on my hands. It had become clear Spencer was starting to spin out of control. Just how far would he go with this? It would be my time soon enough, if I managed to live that long. And this is what lingered in my mind when I left Arklay that day.

 

 

 

Chapter V

“Watch Devil”

Lovely, soft tired

Touchin' fingers through the kitchen lace

I think that I should hold your hand

I'm hurting, darling

Do you understand?

 

Watch chain, a watch chain, a watch chain

Watch devil

Keeper of the time

 

Be aware of the danger as you cross the great water

Be careful of strangers who are new to your eyes

Beware of the people who look not straight at you

The keeper of the time is blind

 

Watch devil

Keeper of the time

-Stevie Nicks, Unreleased

 

Back at S.T.A.R.S….

Everyone on Alpha team, with the exception of Wesker, of course, was lining the tarmac of S.T.A.R.S. headquarters, eager for her arrival. Rebecca Chambers, the most excited of all, it seemed, was jumping up and down in anticipation.

-“You know Rebecca, you can calm down a little bit.” Chris said.

-“I just can't help it. I'm so excited! I can't wait till she gets here! I can't believe this is actually happening. Come on, Claire, I know you're just as excited as I am.”

-“Yes I am. But I don't jump up and down like that unless it's absolutely necessary to my survival.”

-“Ah, that's my little sis.”

-“What's so wrong with me being excited, anyway?” Rebecca said taking a short break from her jumping jacks.

-“It's not what you'd call professional.” Jill answered.

-“Yeah, we don't want her to think we're a corporation full of crazy jumping people, do you-

-“Ah, always the clever response, Chris.” said Jill laughing to herself.

-“You know, it just occurred to me. If Wesker was here, we couldn't be doing any of this. What do you think old man?” Chris added to his previous conversation attempt.

-“I think if Wesker was here, we'd have to stand here, at attention stiff as a boa-

-“You mean basically act like Wesker.” Claire added laughing.

-“Um…yes, well. We'd have to be completely stone-faced and qui-

-“Look, here she comes!” Rebecca squealed to the others in her highest pitch of voice.

-“Quiet.” Barry sighed and rolled his eyes.

The helicopter landed and as the door opened a young girl with beautiful long, straight black hair and dark eyes that turned a deep, blood red in the light emerged. She had gorgeous full, pink lips and a gold tone to her skin that appeared to make her glow. There was no doubt about it, she was absolutely alluring. Rebecca screamed when she saw her and ran over, dragging a helpless Claire by the wrist behind her.

-“Asherah!!” they both wailed, Claire in spite of herself.

-“Hey guys, I missed you so much. I can't believe I'm finally here.”

-“Well, believe it because you're here to stay!” Rebecca said as she let out another high-pitched squeal.

-“Careful, Rebecca. You don't want to deafen anyone.” Claire said with a huge smile creeping across her face.

-“You're just as excited and happy as I am Claire, admit it! You can't wipe that smile off your face. I just happen to show it through the vocal route.”

-“The most lethal and deafening route of all really, but also the most expressive.” Asherah replied.

-“Ahem.” Chris coughed eagerly in the background.

-“Um…we better take you over to meet everyone. My brother's in charge and, you know him…once he gets a little bit of authority…”

-“Claire!” Chris yelled turning bright red, racked with embarrassment over Claire's comment.

After a brief shared laugh at poor Chris's expense, they finally brought Asherah over.

-“Hello, Asherah, I'm Chris Redfield of the S.T.A.R.S. Alpha team-

-“Chris…um…you kinda already know her…” Rebecca interrupted once more.

-“Don't mind him; he's trying to be formal.” Jill chimed in, barely stifling a giggle.

-“You know if Wesker was here, you wouldn't interrupt him or laugh-

-“I wonder how he would even react…”

-“Rebecca!” Chris yelled, slowly growing more and more irritated.

-“Oh. Sorry. Please precede Chris Redfield of the S.T.A.R.S. Alpha team.” Rebecca responded not just a little bit mockingly.

-“Thank you, I will. As I was saying, before I was so rudely interrupted, you, Asherah Nefertiti Nakia, age 19, have been recognized for your accomplishments in the fields of both combat and medicine. Not enough of those, eh, Rebecca? And have been asked to join the S.T.A.R.S. Alpha team, of which you have accepted. On behalf of S.T.A.R.S., welcome to the Alpha team.”

-“Um…thank you, Chris. (Whispered) It's nice to see you again, by the way.”

-“And now to introduce the rest of the Alpha gang to you!” Rebecca said. “This is Jill Valentine. She's a brilliant Alpha team member, who has rescued a lot of other S.T.A.R.S. members who got lost in the field. She's also quite adept with various mechanical devices.”

-“Hello, Asherah, it's nice to finally meet you. I've heard so much about you.”

-“It's nice to meet you to, Jill.”

-“And this is Barry Burton. The oldest, most accomplished member and founder of S.T.A.R.S.”

-“With the exception of Albert Wesker, of course, though, I am oldest. It's a pleasure to meet such a beautiful young lady, maybe you'll cheer up this old, dank place a little, eh? Nefertiti, that's an unusual middle name.”

-“Yes, I suppose it is. I'm half-Egyptian; an origin both me and my father are very proud of, however my mother's Italian. She got to pick my first name.”

-“It' so pretty, isn't it?” Rebecca added. “It's the name of an ancient Israelite goddess, it means `she who walks the sea'.”

-“Yes, very. I'd be proud of such an origin too, such a rich culture, the Egyptians.”

-“Um…you mentioned Albert Wesker before, right? Is he here? I've just heard so much about him. I was kinda looking forward to meeting him. Is it really true that he never takes his sunglasses off, you know, like that Corey Hart song?”

-“Um…well, no, on both accounts, I'm afraid, though, he does like to wear them, a lot. Wesker's away on business today. I'm sure he would love to meet you, though. He should be back later tonight. Well, it's getting dark; I think we should take Asherah inside, now and show her around. You'll be sharing a room with Rebecca.”

-“And don't worry Asherah, I'll keep you company until Wesker gets back.” Chris said, very much like a lecher.

-“Eww, Chris. Try to control yourself, it's not like you've just met her. And what about Jill?” Claire whispered with a disgusted look on her face.

-“I know, but I don't remember her growing up like that.”

-“Just give it up, Claire. He's hopeless.” Jill sighed.

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-“Ah, you're finally all moved in. So, how does it feel to be an actual member of the team?” Rebecca asked her new roommate as she lay back on her bed from exhaustion.

-“It feels good, I guess. (Yawns) Sorry, I'm so tired. Well, everyone seems really nice. I just hope I made a good impression. “

-“You definitely did, everyone loves you. You know, besides me and Claire, we loved you to begin with. Why wouldn't they?”

-“I don't know, you know me, I always worry about that kinda stuff.”

-“Yeah, I know. Well, I guess turn in. You too?”

-“Nah. I think I'm just gonna listen to my CD player and wander around for a bit. Don't worry; I'll be extra quiet when I come back in.”

-“What's tonight's selection?”

-“Phantom of the Opera, what else is there when you're wandering around a huge, dark place at night?”

-“Ah, should've guessed. Always was your favorite play. Well, have fun.”

-“Thanks, I will.” Asherah said, CD player in hand while shutting the door behind her.

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-“Well, that was a long unpleasant flight.” Wesker said to himself as he stepped off his own helicopter. I guess I could get some work done while I'm up. The night was always my favorite time anyway. At least no one will be up disturbing me.

 

Wow, this place really is huge and not just a little bit creepy. Asherah thought to herself as she walked down a long, dark hallway near the main office; clad only in a melon-pink tank top, that looked a little like flesh at first glance, and matching, striped, dark pink pajama bottoms. I guess I'll just hang out in the office for awhile. I don't want to get lost, especially in this place. Oh! Phantom of the Opera's coming up…. She thought as she leaned back in the chair, closed her eyes, and listened to the music.

 

God, this place is like a labyrinth in the dark. I absolutely loathe it. Finally, the office, now maybe I can get something done. And as I turned the corner, a dark figure was sitting near the window overlooking Raccoon City. “Um…excuse me. Hello?” The figure wasn't responding, so I flicked the lights on, which seemed to startle it.

-“Wow…um…hi there. Sorry, I listen to my music kind of loud.” Oh my God, it's him, the captain, and I'm barely covered. Great first impression, Asherah. “Oh, I'm sorry; I'm the new recruit, Asherah Nakia.” Why is he just staring at me, he's barely moving. Oh great, first day here, I'm practically naked, and I've managed to piss off the boss, all in one shot, lucky me.

-“I'm the leader of this team, Albert Wesker. But I hope you already knew that.” She's…the most striking creature I've ever seen. What is the strange feeling? Why am I so nervous all of a sudden? I'm never nervous. Could…could this be what Birkin was talking about? Don't be ridiculous, Wesker. No…no I can't allow such an emotion. “I was hoping to meet you under more formal circumstances, Asherah.”

-“Um…yeah. Sorry about that.” Escape! Escape! “I guess I should be getting back to my room now.” Oh dear God, if you have any mercy, take me now.

-“Well, if you wouldn't mind, I would like to take you back to your room.” What am I saying?

-“Um, yeah, that'd be great.”

 

All I could think, was what am I getting myself into….

 

 

 

Chapter VI

“Lost”

There's no angels here

Just a sun to light the way

To places where my friends

Turn to strangers

 

Oh my lover on a long, long empty road

Oh sweet lover I got lost

 

There's no angels here

Just a light to lead the way

There's no innocence

Only strangers

 

And I

I need to get back home

-VAST, Nude

 

I escorted her back down that long, dark hallway towards her and Rebecca's room. That strange feeling was returning to me as we continued walking; only this time it was growing stronger. I didn't know what it was, and a large part of me was afraid to want to. I never came in contact with an emotion I couldn't immediately disband; it was unsettling to say the least. We walked together in silence; I didn't dare look at her until we were standing outside her door. It was the first time, which I could recall, that I didn't know exactly what to say or do in a particular situation. It was not a position I liked, I wasn't used to feeling vulnerable and exposed.

-“Well, thanks for walking me back. I'm still getting used to this huge place. Good night, Albert Wesker.” Wow, I must have really made him angry. He didn't even say a word the whole time; he just kept looking straight ahead. I don't know how I can ever look him in the eye again after this. Well, I guess that won't be a problem since he won't look at me either. I don't know why that bothers me as much as it does….I can't believe how badly I just blew it…

-“Well, well, well. Look who comes strolling in at this late hour. And also being personally accompanied by the big boss man, himself.”

-“Rebecca!? You're awake?” Asherah said, turning around, startled, after shutting the door behind her.

-“What can I say, I'm a light sleeper.” Rebecca countered with a smirk.

-“Yeah right. Only when it's convenient, you mean.”

-“Guilty. So how was it? What'd he say? Um… you're kinda underdressed for your first encounter with Wesker, of all people.”

-“Oh God, don't mention it, I already know. Rebecca, it was horrible. He walked in on me just sitting there, in the dark with my eyes closed, listening to the Phantom of the Opera. And me, being typical me, was listening to the song way too loud. I didn't even hear him come in. It wasn't until he turned on the lights that I even realized he was standing there. Then, then, I desperately tried to recover and introduce myself, while also trying to cover my modesty. And after those horrible attempts of mine, he offered to walk me back to our room-

-“Wait a sec. He offered to walk you back, as in by his own desire to? That's unusual for Wesker….”

-“Yeah he did, but it wasn't like anything good happened. We just walked back here in complete silence the whole way. He just kept staring straight ahead, like he was purposely trying not to make eye contact with me. Oh God, I must've really pissed him off. I can't even imagine being able to look at him tomorrow, not after this.”

-“I still can't believe he offered to escort you. He just usual keeps to himself, unless it's Chris or Barry or someone like that. Well, whatever, I'm sure it's fine. I wouldn't worry myself about it. At least you know he'll remember you, especially dressed like that.”

-“Very funny, Rebecca. I just want to go to bed and forget this horrible night.”

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As I walked to my room, all my thoughts consisted of her. I've never felt this way before. I never thought I could. I opened the door to my suddenly more empty room and got into bed. I lay awake, just staring at the ceiling, thinking all these strange thoughts, having all these foreign feelings and desires. I was a little disturbed, at first; I don't like being caught off guard. But I couldn't help thinking of how much I desired to kiss her, to touch her, to even, even have her lying in this bed with me holding her, feeling like she belongs to me and me alone after we….She wouldn't, couldn't be interested, could she? For the first time, I don't know what to do. I found I was, in spite of myself, thinking of all these different scenarios and the more I thought about it, the more aroused and drunk with desire I became. The more; the more I began to realize the terrifying truth; I was falling in…what, could it really be…love? Isn't that silly emotion only for fools? I needed to consult Birkin in the morning, he should know, shouldn't he? Maybe he was right…maybe he could help…One thing was for sure, she would haunt my thoughts and dreams for the rest of the night.

 

 

Chapter VII

“Don't Take Your Love Away”

I am looking for inspiration

And I think I found it in your heart

It's a kind of thing you get when you're not looking

It's kind of thing you had from the start

 

Put me on a ship that is sinking

On a voyage to an untamed land

Take away the freedoms I wanted

I understand

 

Please, don't take your love away from me

Don't take your love away

 

Put me inside flesh that is dying

A ghost that wanders without rest

Buried by desires and weakness

I understand

 

Please don't take your love away

-VAST, Nude

 

That morning, I'd hope to wake up not feeling whatever I felt the night before. But this sensation refused to go away, no matter how much I fought against it. And after several, very vivid and intense dreams, I awoke extremely uncomfortable. I needed help, I needed to stop this… this…love?

I had finished getting ready, trying desperately not to think of my dreams so my growing desire for her would not be obvious to anyone else, I would be in for what would prove to be an excruciating day. It would also prove to be an incredible test of will to avoid being suspected by everyone. I knew I had to talk to Birkin before I could even attempt to face her. I hate to admit that I nearly sprinted to the phone.

-“Hello, this is Arklay laboratory's research department.”

-“Hi, can I speak to William Birkin?”

-“Just a minute.”

-“Hello, this is William Birkin, head researcher.”

-“Birkin?”

-“Wesker!? What is it?”

-“I…I need your help.”

-“Wait, you need my help? What could be so dire that Albert Wesker needs help from anyone?”

-“It has to do with what you said before. I don't know what to do. I think…I think I'm in love?” I barely managed to breathe out.

-“In love!!?” (Crack) Oops. Sorry, I dropped the phone.”

-“I'm not sure what it is. I need you to come down here as soon as you can. I'll tell them my old friend is visiting. I don't think I can face her without talking to you first.” The sound of that last sentence sickened me, I'm never afraid of anything. But, this was different somehow…

- (another crack) “Sorry, I dropped it again. I'm in shock. I've never heard you talk this way before. Must be some girl. I'll leave right now.”

-“Thanks, Birkin. I'll be waiting for you.”

 

-“Who was it, honey? Birkin's wife, Annette, asked, looking up at him from her work. “It sounded like it was pretty urgent.”

-“It was Wesker. I have to leave right away to go see him…take over with John for the day. I don't know when I'll be back.”

-“What's so imperative?”

-“You're never going to believe this; Wesker's in love…I barely believe it.”

-“Wesker!? As in Albert Wesker!? In love with something other than his work?”

-“I know it's …incredible. He doesn't know what to do; not that he would. I gotta go. I love you. I'll try to be back as soon as I can.”

-“Take your time. That man needs all the help he can get, especially in matters concerning the heart.”

And with that, I packed up my things and kissed my wife goodbye.

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Oh great, its morning. Last night really did happen, didn't it? Oh no, Asherah thought to herself when she noticed the absence of her roommate, Rebecca's gone. That can only mean one thing…she's gone to tell everyone about last night! I'm here one day, oneday and I manage to cause a controversy. It wasn't like anything major really happened. I don't get what the big deal is. He was just being nice, right? He must do that kind of thing all the time, even though she did say it was odd for him. Oh whatever, it's too early to figure this out. I'm going to have to go out there and confront them. Why God, why do you punish me? I must've done something terrible in my last life. Oh well, I guess it's time to go out there and face the music. Grumble, grumbling….

-“Good morning, Asherah. Interesting night, last night?” Chris asked as soon as she appeared in the office entryway. And then as punishment, received a swift, blunt elbow to the ribs delivered by Claire. “Oww. Claire! What the hell was that for!?”

-“Honestly, Chris! When are you going to learn to keep your mouth shut? Don't worry Asherah; he's just an oversized oaf with an undersized brain, not to mention sense of tact.”

-“Well, I know someone else who can't keep their mouth shut ehh, Rebecca?” Asherah said through gritted teeth, while delivering the look of death.

-“Asherah…I would never, ever do that to you.” Rebecca added with a sharp smirk growing on her lips.

-“Really? Then who was the one who came running out of their room this morning, screaming `Guess what happened last night! Guess what happened last night!' I could've sworn that was you, Rebecca.” Jill said with a pointed eye and arms crossed accusingly.

-“Now settle down kids. We have work to do here, you know. Asherah's personal life and happenings should be kept just that, personal. Though I have to admit it's a bit peculiar for Wesker…Oh well, it's time to get back to work.” (Though maybe I should have a talk with him later…) Barry offered with a wink towards Asherah. Her face gave him a look of immense gratitude.

-“Well, at least you know you always have me, Asherah.” Claire said glancing over at Rebecca, who had begun to pout.

-“Asie…you wouldn't really do that, would you?” Rebecca said with a quivering lip and big puppy dogs eyes.

-“No, I wouldn't. Now let's please, please start working.” And as soon as I got the sentence out, everyone stopped whatever they were doing and stared at me. Which could only mean; oh sweet Jesus, he's standing right behind me. I was suddenly frozen in place. I could feel all the blood drain from my face and legs. I must've resembled a ghost.

-“Speak of the devil.” Chris mumbled under his breath.

Barry, taking the lead as always, tried urgently to help Asherah out once more. He also wanted to buy enough time to give Claire the chance to grab Asherah and remove her from in front of Wesker; since she seemed to be unable to herself. “Well, good morning Wesker. How are you today?” Claire took her cue and grabbed Asherah by the arm, removed her from the entryway, and sat her down between Rebecca and herself. And as Wesker moved into the room he just gave a grunt in answer of Barry, then all three could've sworn he turned to look at Asherah, even if it was only for a brief moment.

Why is my heart suddenly beating so fast? Asherah thought to herself after observing this; the other two jumped and turned to look at her too. But Asherah was looking straight at him; a little hint of blush crossed her cheeks; that didn't go unnoticed by them either. Rebecca desperately tried to bite back another squeal.

Why are they all looking at me like that? “Um... my old friend, William, will be visiting me today. I wanted to make you all aware.” And when I had finished my statement, I turned right back around and left. I'd hoped she wouldn't be there when I walked into the office. She was so close…so close I could've reached out and touched her. I could've just lightly felt her beneath my fingertips when I moved her gently aside. But I couldn't, for the first time in my life, muster the courage or get my arms to cooperate with my mind. However, I couldn't seem to help glancing at the object of my strange affection when I moved into the room. I thought, for an instant, that she blushed under the weight of my stare. Did she…like me looking at her? Could she? No. I know I must've seemed strange, leaving so abruptly, but I had to get away from them, from the sight of her. My desire for her had started to manifest itself once again, building in my heart and, unfortunately, my body as well. I don't understand! Asherah, why do you torment me!? I barely know you. I never wanted this or these feelings. I'm falling apart and it's pathetic. I just looked forward to seeing and talking with Birkin. I raced up to the heliport. I didn't know how much more I could take. I desperately awaited his arrival.

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-“Well, that was odd.” Chris remarked.

-“I have to admit, I'm a bit concerned as well. Wesker left in such a hurry…not like him…not like him at all. (I think I definitely need to speak with him now and find out what's going on here. Is it Umbrella? Then why all this special attention towards Asherah, she has nothing to do with…Wait, could he? No. Not Wesker, not in a million years.) Well, if you'll all excuse me, I have business to attend to.” Barry said, and then walked off after Wesker.

-“It's all because of me. I must've really pissed him off last night. He must've thought I was disrespecting him or something…” I couldn't help but hang my head. For some reason, I felt like crying when I thought of him being irritated with me. I knew it was something more then just wanting to impress the boss because I was new. It was strange; it sent shivers up my spine knowing he was so close to me. My heart beat so fast when he looked at me that I could've sworn I was going to have a coronary. Not to mention the sudden rush of heat that flooded my face, which the whole world seemed to notice. I was secretly hoping he'd move me, just so I could feel his fingers on my skin. I couldn't, I can't. I was falling in love with him after just meeting him? I already knew he would never feel the same for me, especially with what everyone around here says. But it was true none the less. Oh great, As, fall in love with the guy who could never love you back, or anyone else for that matter apparently.

-“I don't think Wesker's pissed at you, Asherah. I actually think he has feel-

And before Chris could finish his sentence, Jill, already knowing full well what he was about to say, gave him a nice open- palmed slap upside the head.

-“Ow. Shit! Not you to Jill. What the hell!? Is it beat up on Chris day!!?”

-“I just wanted to prevent you from saying anything stupid.”

-“Jill, I wasn't…I honestly think, as unbelievable as it is-

-“Would you like another one?” Jill asked, hand already lifted and in position.

-“Tch. Fine. Whatever, I'm going to find Barry. He sure as hell didn't have any `business to take care of'.”

After Chris had made his dramatic departure, Jill turned back towards Asherah and the rest of the gang. “As for you guys, well, I think we can all agree that it's best to keep Asherah away from Wesker for the rest of the day. Pissed off or no. I think I should have a talk with Asherah, just between us.”

I just nodded my head at her, what else could I do? I had to admit, I was a little frightened of what she had to say to me. I just felt so horrible in that moment that it overshadowed everything else.

-“Come on, Asherah. We'll go to my room to talk. You two can keep each other company and Rebecca occupied.”

-“Alright Jill. We'll be waiting for you, Asherah, in the room. Come on, Rebecca, I know you're dying to go with them but I'll make sure you stay with me.” Claire said.

-“Uh, fine. Such faith in me…”

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-“Come on in, Asherah. Don't be afraid, I won't bite. I promise.” Jill held her hand up in swear for Asherah as she opened up the door to her rather large room.

I chuckled a little at her remark. I was a nervous wreck in all honesty. I knew one thing for sure, somewhere; Claire was practically restraining Rebecca, who must've been desperate to eavesdrop outside Jill's door. I entered Jill's room and just stood in the center, too anxious to even think, or sit down for that matter.

-“Alright Asherah; take a seat. “I did as she instructed and she pulled up a chair facing me. “I know you're new here, and probably don't understand what all the fuss is about. I've been here awhile, and I have to admit, the attention you get from Wesker is peculiar, especially for him. He normally doesn't pay much attention to anyone, which also concerns me. He's usually very quiet and reclusive; and, yes, he's considered to be a cool guy that many admire within the team and the whole S.T.A.R.S. organization for that matter, but he's also been described as emotionally cold and distant by many, including myself. But ever since you; well, he's been acting very strangely lately. And you're so young… let me ask you this, have you ever been with a man?”

Oh God, she's not really asking what I think she is, is she? I could feel the same heat from before returning to my cheeks. “Um…what do you mean?” Please, please don't be what I think it is.

-“I mean in a sexual way.”

Oh God! It is what I thought it was! Is there a way out of this room? “Um, um, no…I haven't.”

-“Hmm, this concerns me even more. I have to admit I'm a bit surprised for one as stunning as you. Sex can be an extremely emotional ordeal. Your heart makes all kinds of commitments when you share your body with someone, especially when love's involved. Have you ever been in love?”

- (Is this really happening?) “Well, no, not until-
-“Now?”

- “I'm not exactly sure.”

-“I won't ask who with. (Even if I already have a pretty good idea…) I just worry; I want to make sure you're taken care of. You're still one of the youngest members on this team, and the youngest become like our siblings; even if Chris does act depraved at times. You, Claire, and Rebecca are like our little sisters, although Claire already is Chris's little sister. We just want to make sure you guys are kept safe. Just be sure that it's a very strong, enduring, passionate love when you decide to. There's no stronger attachment that your heart makes then when you give your virginity to someone. And, I know from personal experience, that if you do and the love is not a lasting one, it can be the most painful thing in the world.”

-“I realize that. That's what I've been holding out for.”

-“Good. Well, you can go back to Claire and Rebecca now. I'm sure Rebecca's dying to know what we talked about. Just be careful, Asherah. You know we're always here for you.”

-“Thanks Jill, that means a lot.” Well, that had to be one of the most awkward moments of my life. I can't believe I got `the talk' from a co-worker…I just want to go back to my room, crawl into bed, and never come back out.

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Wesker was standing on the tarmac, awaiting William Birkin's arrival when Barry appeared.

-“Wesker! I wanna know what the hell is going on here right now! We're in this together! And how can you invite William here, of all people!?”

-“I don't believe I owe you any kind of explanation.”

-“God dammit, Wesker! What the hell's going on!?”

-“If you must know, Birkin's here at my request. It has nothing to do with business.”

-“A personal visit, eh? You? I don't believe it.”

-“Fine, believe what you want. Who knows, maybe I've changed.”

-“ Ha ha, yeah right.”

(Thanks for the faith, Barry.)

-“Well if it ain't business, than why've you been acting so strange lately? Don't be angry with Asherah just because you met under less than perfect circumstances. She feels horrible about it, you know.”

-“I'm not angry with her. (Quite the opposite actually. Don't be saddened, my love…) And as I said before, I don't owe you an explanation.”

-“Well, if ya ain't mad at her, then why are you acting so odd around her? You've barely said a said a word to her since she's been here.”

-“THAT'S NONE OF YOUR CONCERN!” I yelled at him in spite of myself.

-“Alright, alright. Christ, Wesker; didn't know you were so sensitive about it.”

-“I'm not sensitive about anything. And anyway, how'd you know about how we met?”

-“Well, you know, news travels fast around here…Oh look, here comes William.”

The helicopter landed and out of it came Birkin. “Wesker, I'm here. Oh, hey Barry didn't know you'd be here.”

-“Hey William. How's it going? Well, I'm gonna go now and leave you two to talk in private.” And as Barry turned around to leave, he saw Chris standing there. “Chris? How long have you been standing there, exactly?”

-“Long enough. Wesker, I didn't know you're in lo-

Wesker gave him a warning glare, just daring him to finish that sentence.

-“Uh, come on Chris. Let's go inside. (Whispered) Before I give you a smack.”

-“Fine.” (A smack from Barry would really hurt…)