Resident Evil Series Fan Fiction ❯ Taller Than God ❯ Chapter 12 ( Chapter 7 )

 

Chapter XII

 

20 minutes earlier…

 

Wesker sprinted down to Chris's room. He was in such a rush that he didn't notice Chris rounding the corner ahead of him, Chris being bound for Jill's room. They inevitably collided in their haste, the latter slightly less joyous at the reunion.

-“Christ, Wesker, what the hell is your problem?” Chris said while rubbing his now sore forehead.

-“Chris, hi, I apologize. I was just on my way to-

-“Wait, you apologize? To me? Sorry, that just sounds so funny coming from you. Don't bullshit me anymore, Wesker, not after everything that's happened. What is you want?”

-“I need you to watch over Asherah for awhile. I've been called away on urgent business and I-

-“Don't involve me in your personal problems,\. I'm no longer interested. I'm not going to play watchdog over your girlfriend while you're away at God knows where.” I don't have time for this…, Wesker thought. He reached out and grabbed Chris up by the throat, pinning him against the wall once again. “Listen Redfield, somewhere in that impenetrably thick head of yours, you know you'll do what I ask of you. Now I can't afford the time to play power games with you. I know care you about her and you're still the best man I have on this team.”

-“Ugh, dammit… fine but I'm doing this for her not you, Wesker.” Chris answered, running out of oxygen.

-“Good.” Wesker said as he released him back down to the floor, “Thank you.”

-“Yeah, not like I had much of a choice. I'll head over there now and tell her you've left.” Wesker nodded his head in gratitude. Chris began to walk towards Wesker's room when Wesker stopped him, “Oh and Chris, I'm trusting you. Touch her and a black eye will be the least of your concerns.”

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Wesker walked into the bloodied laboratory, his only friend's corpse lying before him on the luminescent tiles. Annette was huddled in the corner next to her husband's body, clutching a single glass vial to her chest as if it was the only thing that kept her from collapsing with grief. “Wesker? Is that you?” Wesker immediately dropped to the floor beside her, “Annette…what happened here?” He couldn't even attempt to look the newly found widow in the eye. I know I'm responsible for this…

-“Alfred…he came here. He wanted, he wanted the girl, and William had no choice.” Annette reached up and grabbed fiercely at Wesker's shirt, choking on her own tears. “He'd never betray you Albert, know that please! Alfred knew that, he knew, so he took me hostage in exchange for-

-“A diversion…” Wesker finished, his face dark, his mind barely able to process any more trauma.

- “Oh Albert, please understand. I beg of you, don't think poorly of him. You're the only loyal friend he's ever known. William he…oh God…he was hoping Alfred would let me go after William did as he asked. But Alfred turned on us, and he…murdered him. Albert, you have to stop him, for your love and for mine. William, before he died, he gave me the G-virus, she held up the glass vial, this is the only embodiment of the G-virus now in existence. Alfred wanted this as well but he didn't have time to take it before you arrived. William said to use the virus when you go after Alfred at his palace. I'm certain that's where he'll run to. He said he thinks there's something very unnatural there and you'll need the extra abilities that only the G-virus can provide you. This strain won't mutate you like the T-virus did to the other subjects, so don't be afraid to use it.”

Wesker nodded and took the vial as Annette pointed to a lone syringe on the counter above her. He looked back towards her before he ran after the low some scum,

-“Don't worry Annette; I'll execute him for the both of us.” Her features seemed to warm at the thought, “Bring her back safely, Albert. He doesn't deserve to take the love your life away from you too.”

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Asherah sat fidgeting on her lover's bed, glancing impatiently at the alarm clock before her. Its midnight, what could be keeping him? She heard the door open quietly behind her, “Wesker?” Asherah turned only to be met with disappointment. “Oh Chris, it's you…” She anxiously looked down at her folded hands that laid across her la

-“Jesus, Asherah, don't be so happy to see me. I thought you wanted to talk to me.”

-“I'm sorry, I was just-

-“Expecting someone else? Someone a little less handsome then yours truly and in dire need of a personality?”

- “Don't talk about him like that, Chris.” Asherah stood up and faced him, “He's a good man, even if you don't always see it.” Chris walked over to her, and rubbed her arm reassuringly. “It doesn't matter what I think about him. You believe it and I… begrudgingly admit that that's good enough for me.” Asherah's face brightened, she looked him in the eye; “So, we're alright now?”

-“Yeah, it's not like Claire would've allowed me to stay angry with you anyways. I don't agree with it, but I've seen him around you. It's obvious he's madly in love with you, so I'll do all I can to understand and be there for you.” Asherah threw her arms happily around Chris, “You know you were always like a big brother to me too…” Chris sighed quietly to himself, “Yeah…great…”

The two parted as Asherah asked, “Chris?”

-“Yeah, Asherah?”

-“So where is he?”

-“Who?”

-“Wesker. Where is Wesker?”

-“Oh, Wesker, that's right. He told me to tell you that he was suddenly called away on urgent business and he'll be back later. He asked me to keep you company until he gets back.”

-“I see. He doesn't think I can be left alone then?” Chris shook his head and patted Asherah's back, “No, I don't think it's that. He just worries…a lot. He finally found something, the only thing, as far as I can tell, that he loves. Wesker just wants to keep you from harm that's all, as paranoid as it may be…”

He always seems to have a good reason for these things, Asherah thought to her self. Maybe I really should be afraid…

- “Asherah…” Chris said as he suddenly dropped to his knees.

-“Chris, what happened!!?” Asherah asked, grabbing Chris in her arms as he went unconscious. She reached her hand up to cradle his head and snapped it back just as quickly. Asherah looked down at her hand that was now covered in Chris's blood.

-“Don't fret my dear; your friend should be alright in a few hours. I'm fairly certain I didn't strike him hard enough to kill him….but then I could be always be wrong…” Asherah looked to Chris's assailant, tears in her uncertain eyes. “Who…are you?”

-“Alfred Ashford, we saw each other briefly this morning. Something I am not soon to forget… Oh come now my sweet girl, don't cry. Is that any way for a bride to act on her special day?” Alfred lifted his rifle and quickly delivered another blow. He reached down and gathered the girl into his arms; a trail of blood being the only thing that Asherah left behind.

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Wesker's heart caught in his throat as he spotted red droplets. No… He sprinted down to his room; the pulsing of his own adrenaline was the only thing he could hear. Wesker's hand clutched his chest tightly as he came closer and closer, his heart threatening to explode within its confines. Then he saw it, a pool of blood that had gathered in front of his doorway. Asherah!!? Wesker stood above the scene but discovered Chris instead. He bent down and checked his pulse, He's still alive…must have fought Alfred off…thank God.

Chris could feel someone near him. He managed to move his lips but couldn't seem to open his eyes. “Who's there!?”

- “Chris, its Wesker, what happened here?”

-“Wesker? I can't…I can't see you! Why can't I see you!?”

-“Relax Chris; you've been struck violently on the back of your head. You've probably bleed into your eyes, don't worry your vision should return after some medical aid and rest. I'll get Barry to help me move you, um, stay here.” Chris only nodded before he once again succumbed to unconsciousness.

Wesker walked briskly down the hallway, Asherah must have been frightened and ran back to the others, but then it's not like her to not seek help for someone in need… Wesker felt something pang at him, no matter how much he assured himself that his beloved was alright. He pounded heavily on the wooden door before him until a very groggy Barry arose to answer his insistence. “Wesker…what the hell are ya doing?”

-“Barry, Chris has been wounded. I need you to assist me in bringing him down to the infirmary.”

-“Me? Why not get Rebecca? She's the big medic around here…” Wesker gave Barry a look that instantly delivered his answer. “Ah I see, it's related to them is it? Alright then, go back to Chris and do your best to stop the bleeding. I'll be right there. I have some extra supplies around here.” Wesker nodded and went back to Chris's side. He took the sheet off his bed to press against the wound. He paused for a moment and breathed the bed sheet in heavily. It smells like her…so my Asherah was here… Wesker quickly returned to his senses and pressed the now bloodied sheet fast against the back of Chris's head. Barry appeared behind Wesker soon afterward, a med kit and a package of what appeared to be mixed herbs in his one hand. “Let's lift him up and get him down to the infirmary.” Wesker looked at Barry's full hand with a questioning glance. Barry followed his eyes and hit Wesker jokingly on the back, but it still managed to knock the air out of him for a minute. “Don't worry, Wesker, between the two of us, it's nothing to carry little ole' Chris here downstairs.” Wesker could only again manage a simple concurring nod. He was grateful for Asherah's safety, but the death of his only true friend still held an uncontrollable sway over him.

Barry gathered Chris's feet in both his hands, holding the supplies with the edge of his latter digits while Wesker grabbed him beneath his shoulders. They carried Chris down the stairs as noiselessly as possible. They had finally reached the infirmary, and Wesker had shifted Chris's weight enough to open the door before them.

-“Thank God, that boy really likes to pack on the muscle.” Barry huffed after they laid Chris on the infirmary table. He set to work on treating Chris's wounds as Wesker watched forlornly, assisting where he could. “Alright, Wesker,” Barry sighed, applying the herbal mixture to the back of Chris's head, “What's wrong with you this time? You look like someone took your puppy away…” Wesker flinched and looked at Barry mockingly. “You know those herbs don't really work right?” Barry chuckled at the criticism. “You'd be surprised; thanks to these little things Chris should regain consciousness in a few minutes. So why don't you tell me what's plaguing you instead of avoiding the question.” Wesker refused to make eye contact as he quietly gave in to Barry's persistence. “Birkin's dead, he was murdered.” Barry automatically seized in his actions, “William's dead!? How did this happen!?”

-“I've told you all you need to know! I'll avenge William's death. Don't concern yourself with it any longer.” Barry's eyes widened in shock, “Wesker I-

-“Enough Barry, I mean it! Drop the subject!!” Barry nodded his compliance and finished stitching up Chris. The two waited in complete silence as Chris reawaked.

-“Hey there sleeping beauty, welcome back.” Barry said with relief. Wesker hurried over to him, not wishing to waste any more time. “Okay Redfield, you'd better tell me everything that had taken place immediately.”

-“Jesus, Wesker, give the kid a minute to compose himself.” Wesker shot Barry a warning glance that put an end to his interference.

-“Asherah! I saw her fall on the floor in front me, I tried to reach out to her but I couldn't move. I couldn't speak, is she alright!? Where is she!!?”

- “What did you say!!?” Wesker had only taken a second before his grip was firmly fastened on Chris's throat. Barry grabbed Wesker's arm in an attempt to pry him off but it was to no avail. “Wesker calm down! He can't tell you anything if you suffocate him.” Wesker released his grip just enough to allow Chris to explain himself.

-“Someone snuck up on us….and struck me…I collapsed…but then I, I remember opening my eyes for a second…and seeing her passed out in front of me…bleeding pretty badly, then I passed out again.” Chris coughed out.

-“So you weren't the one who left the trail of blood to the roof?” Wesker seethed, barely able to restrain himself from crushing Chris's esophagus.
-“The next thing I remember is you finding me…”

-“Then Asherah…” Barry began.

-“I should have left you to die!!” Wesker shouted violently as he strengthened his hold until Chris had become unconscious again. Barry looked to Wesker, someone he had worked with for years, but this was the first time he was actually afraid of him. He offered quietly when Wesker stared up at him, “Do you know where she might be?”

-“Yes” Wesker said, his voice laced heavily with wrath “He'll take her to Antarctica.”

-“Well he, whoever he is, will have at least an hour head start on you but that's only if you leave right now.” Wesker glanced back at Barry with a new ferocity as he left to follow after her. “If she dies, they all go with her, know that.” Barry didn't dare breathe until after he had left. He was sure that as Wesker looked back at him and spoke, his eyes had seemed to shine through his sunglasses with a terrifying bright red.

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Asherah woke with an inexplicable throbbing coursing through her head. Thoughts raced through her mind as her vision began slowly to come into focus, where am I? What happened? Chris! That's right, that odd man hit him then…oh no! Her hands felt around, trying frantically to place her surroundings. God please, please let this be my love's bed! I beg of you, let me feel him lying beside me! But as before, he was not what what her hands had received in response to their search. Even worse was the fact that she felt silk sheets instead of the crisp cotton ones she had grown to love.

Asherah looked down. She seemed to be clothed in a white gown of some sort, her uniform gone to some unknown location. Is this…a wedding gown? Her suspicions were horrifyingly confirmed as she reexamined the garment. It was, indeed, a tightly fitting wedding gown with a small train flowing off the edge of the bed. Asherah's eyes flew open as her memory fully returned to her. That strange man, Alfred, he called me his bride! I have to find a way out of here before he comes back! She lifted herself up, jamming her elbow into the silk gray sheets beneath her for stability. She tried to move towards the large standing music box a few inches away, but her legs wouldn't budge no matter how much she pushed then. She reached for the wooden bed legs in a panic, desperately trying to move herself off the bed that her mind now considered an ornate prison. Asherah swung herself harshly forward, falling onto the carpeted floor below.

She lay helpless, her face to the floor underneath her. Asherah looked around wildly for something to claw her way to, something that could help her escape. Her eyes landed on the wooden door, the only way in or out it appeared, that lay opposite of where she first awoke. Asherah dug her nails fiercely into the lilac carpeting, her Wesker's face being the only thing she could see. Wesker, help me. Please come find me!! No, I have to try! I have try to escape on my own… She managed to slowly claw halfway to the door, her heart racing with every movement. The door suddenly flung open and the strange man from before, Alfred, was standing there. He looked down at her, Asherah's face full of fear reflecting back at him, and he smiled. It as if he was amused by her desperate attempts to flee him. “Now, now my darling bride, you'll stain your beautiful dress that way…” Alfred spoke with a mocking grin as he knelt down to scoop her up from the floor and placed her back on the silken bed. The place where she had just worked so hard to get away from, all erased with one simple action. “Isn't that better my love?” He said as he settled himself beside her. Alfred leaned over her and pressed his mouth harshly against hers, but Asherah's lips remained still. When he finally withdrew his futile attempt, an obvious look of displeasure was on his face. She stared him down coldly, more than she ever thought possible of herself. “Wesker will come for me. When he does he'll destroy you and I'll enjoy every moment more than anything I have ever experienced.” she said with utter disgust, spitting on him when she finished.

Alfred sat for a moment, taken aback by Asherah's resistance to him before his face darkened into something truly terrifying. He lifted one of his hands back and slapped her across the face with no restraint. Alfred looked on with pleasure as an uncontrollable tear fell from Asherah's eye; her lip having been split open by the ring he wore. “Come now my dear, no one is coming for you.” Alfred said as he ran a hand down her face, wiping away the trail of blood on her bottom lip. “I don't wish to harm you Asherah, you are my queen now. True, you're nothing compared to my wonderful Alexia. She never fought me when I wanted her…” He laughed maliciously as he began to descend upon Asherah again, this time when his lips touched hers; she grabbed his bottom lip and tore it open with her teeth. Alfred drew hastily backwards and held his now bleeding mouth in his hands. “You bitch! You won't fight me off anymore!! I thought the tranquilizer would have been enough, but you…” He inhaled deeply as he recomposed himself. “Very well then, I'll just have to restrain and gag you if you won't behave for me.”

-“Why don't you do me a favor and kill me now?” she said with conviction under his threatening gaze.

-“Hmm, interesting but no…Pity really, I was so hoping to feel you caress me, but oh well. I'll just have to take you by force…” He crossed the room to the set of dressers diagonal of the bed, and took out a white piece of strong fabric along with two long strands of what looked to be chained metal from the top drawer. Alfred returned to where his apprehensive captive laid, bending down to place the gag quickly into her mouth. He tied it as tightly as he could behind her head so that it pushed into the skin surrounding her mouth. Asherah slapped at him with her free hands relaying all the strength she could summon under the crippling fear. If it only delayed what he was about to do for a few seconds, they were worth everything. She kept praying inwardly that her Wesker would come to her rescue as he always seemed to before anything truly heinous befell her. Alfred finally caught her flailing arms with the chains, and secured each one to the individual bed posts behind her. If she attempted to move in her bonds, the metal would cut into the veins on her wrists. He lecherously looked over his prey, “It's time to break you in my bride. You've put up quite a resistance, but I would recommend that you give in to me now. Best you try not to break your bonds and bleed to death. I would prefer you alive when I make you mine.”

Asherah screamed underneath her gag when she saw Alfred stand, and begin to undress himself. She slammed her eyes shut, refusing to give him the satisfaction of it. Tears fell down her cheeks, nearly choking her as she felt his naked body sit beside her. She felt him slid his perverted hands up the inside of her thighs, ripping away the bottom of the gown and panties that were blocking him. She laid there bare, powerless to stop what was coming. Asherah jerked her restrained arms forward as she felt Alfred bend down to taste her. She didn't dare open her eyes, even when her wrists gave way to the metal and her blood started to drip down between the links.

-“Enough games, I'll show you who your king is. Prepare yourself my queen…” Alfred parted her limp legs with his knees, positioning himself above her entrance, feeling her body doing all it could to writhe away from him. He laughed at her will to still struggle as he drove himself deep inside her with unrelenting force, feeling skin tear around him. Asherah wailed with pain, “Wesker help me!”but her screams for her love only came out as garbled cries beneath the white fabric. The torrents of tears blinding her as the stench of her own blood filled the air. Alfred pushed in and out of her with more force each time, undeterred by the visible harm he was causing. He forced himself on her body so vigorously that the bed beneath shook harshly. Asherah desperately kept moving her arms until she felt one of the chains give way a little under the added pressure that Alfred was exerting. She moved her wrists slowly back and forth, testing the chain, doing all that was possible to ignore Alfred tearing further into her.

He began to slack, nearing his release. Asherah saw her moment, and whipped her arm fully forward, breaking the bond even as it ripped her wrist open in the process. Alfred halted in shock when he heard the metal break; he looked up to Asherah just as she drew her arm back and lashed his face with it. Something possessed her then, lashing him over and over until he was bleeding profusely. She freed her other hand while he was temporarly blinded from the blood running down his forehead. Asherah rose up on her knees a little , forcing him out of her, and wrapped the free chains around his neck, ensnaring him until he no longer moved. She looked down at her bloodied hands once he was gone, her dress tainted from a pure white to a dark red. She took the ripped cloth from her gown that still lay on the floor, using it to bandage her wrist. Asherah looked over to Alfred's motionless body, and collapsed to the floor as her mind began to understand, grieving for herself.

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Wesker finally made his way to the palace gates. A grabbled shriek reaching his ears when he began to ascend the front steps. That sounds like…Asherah! He used his new preternatural abilities to take the front door off the hinges, winding his way through the labyrinth of the Ashford mansion until he at last located the source of the cry. Wesker's heart froze in terror as he opened the door, praying that he had reached his angel before she was harmed. Then there she was, back against the bed in a blood-stained, tattered gown. Her body curled up against her knees. Then his eyes fell upon something even more unsettling. Alfred's body, nude, with chains cutting into his neck. Never, not in all the time that he worked for Umbrella, did he ever find the sight of a dead man so thoroughly jarring. I'm too late…Oh Asherah, this is all my fault. I'm sorry I couldn't protect you…

Wesker rushed over and enclosed his beloved into his strong, reassuring arms. Asherah was in shock so much that a few minutes passed before she threw herself into his chest, her tears falling with incredible force. He lifted her chin up with his gentle fingers, and looked questioningly into her glittering eyes. Asherah just nodded her head slowly, confirming his suspicions. Wesker pressed her tightly to him, his hand stroking her raven strands with more tenderness than he ever dared show before. “I'm here now; no one will ever hurt you again. I'll always be by your side from now on.” She responded to him through ragged breaths caused by the tears, clutching tightly to his arm, “I love you, Wesker. Don't ever leave me… please don't ever leave me…”

-“Shh, now” he whispered lovingly in her ear as he took her up in his embrace and carried her out of the accursed room. “We'll be together until the end of time.” Wesker nuzzled her cheek as he spoke the words, heading for the exit. You'll see, Asherah, as soon as we return to Raccoon City, we'll be wed. Worry no more, my soul mate. I'll be with you until I die…

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Alfred heard some voices through the din, bringing him back to life. He waited diligently until that infernal Wesker left with his queen before attempting to move. I won't let them get away! He won't leave with her, even if that means she must die!! Alfred gathered his last once of strength, aware that his badly beaten body would not hold out for long. He reached for the alarm button planted on the wall, covered up by the bed that stood against it. Red lights flashed, and the sound of metallic shutters barring down every window and entrance in the mansion could be heard in the distance. That should keep them trapped just long enough…

Alfred stumbled his way to the marble statuette in the back of the bedroom, finding the keypad hidden beside it, and punched in the code. The statuette wheeled around, revealing a pathway concealed behind it. Alexia… He fell into the wall of the corridor, smearing bloody trails along the concrete. His body fell to the ground just as he reached her chamber, crawling to the machines that contained his dear sister. With his dying breath, Alfred released her from the tank that had been sustaining her through the changes. Alfred fell to the steps in front of Alexia's tank, allowing death at last to take him.

Alexia's feet lowered to the ground, water flooding to the floor below. Her crystal blue eyes shot open as she moved cautiously forward until her foot seemed to hit some impediment. Alexia looked down to the sight of her dead brother sprawled out in front of her. She knelt down and gathered him in her freshly revived arms. The T-Veronica virus pumping through her veins turned her sorrow into an insane rage. She had to destroy whoever was responsible. Alexia reached down and lowered Alfred's lids, “Do not fear my sweet king, they will die for what they've done to you.”

Alexia carried her brother's body through to her old bedroom, and rested him on the bed they once shared before she mutated into her new form. She breathed in deeply, the dank smell of blood and sweat covered the walls surrounding their little paradise. A girl was here…? Alexia mused before flying off after her victims.

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Wesker reached the main foyer; Asherah nestled against his chest, when the main doors were obscured by metal sheeting. What now!? It must be that son of a bitch! I have to find a way out of here quickly… Asherah's eyes opened when she heard the metal shutters slam down around them, “Wesker, what's going on!?” Wesker gave the woman in his embrace a reassuring glance, “Don't worry, just stay in my arms.” She nodded her head at his request as she felt his grip on her tighten. He dashed for the window above the main entrance doors, but it was sealed off suddenly by what appeared to be roots?

-“Albert Wesker, I should have known it was you…” Wesker slowly turned to face the all too familiar voice, Asherah still in his grasp. “Alexia!?” It was indeed her, but she was mutated into something horrific. Alexia's body had become what looked to be a part of a plant, but Wesker knew she must be extremely dangerous. She looked over the girl dismissingly, “So you've finally managed to find yourself a little liaison, have you? How amusing…” She laughed mockingly behind her hand at the two, “But enough pleasantries, who murdered my dearest brother? They'll pay with their life!”

Asherah looked to her love with panic, “You know this woman?” Wesker nodded a yes, and set his beloved down gingerly to the floor. He stood in the center of the foyer, facing directly in front of Alexia, who impatiently awaited her answer. “It was me, Alexia! I murdered that waste of life and he deserved his death!!”

-“Wesker, no!” Asherah protested at what he was trying to do for her, tears leaking out of the corners of her garnet eyes.

-“Asherah, I failed to protect you once, do not ask me to do it again.” Asherah stood, fear and uncertainty refusing her movement. She shook her head furiously, “No, not like this!!” Wesker grinned at her warmly, “I already swore I would never let anything hurt you again, and I keep my word.”

-“Well, this is all very touching but now it's time to face your end Albert Wesker!!!” Alexia shot out a tentacle at him before he had time to react.

-“NO!!!!!” Asherah jumped in front of the impending spike, throwing her Wesker to the floor behind her. She turned to smile at him as she flew forward, the same smile she wore the first time they met that fateful night, when she had brought light into his empty life. “I'm sorry, my love, I couldn't. Please forgive me…”

-“ASHERAH!!!” The seconds seemed to slow to a deafening halt as the tentacle pierced through her heart, coming out through her back. Alexia withdrew her tentacle out of the dying girl's chest, “Ha ha ha, how very ironic. You killed my brother and now it seems I took the only thing you loved.”

Wesker ran to catch Asherah's falling body in his arms. His eyes grew red with loathing and wrath, tears falling down his cheeks. He laid his love down on the carpet of the floor before he rose up and leaped to where Alexia stood gloating. She didn't even have time to draw a breath as he punched his hand through her gut, making her collapse in a heap to the ground. Wesker turned his back as soon as he landed the lethal blow, and returned to his Asherah's side. He cradled her dying body in his arms, grasping her to his chest, rocking back and forth on his heels. “Asherah please…please don't die…there's so much we have to do. I have to make you my wife…I promised you I'd never leave you just like you promised me…” He was lamenting uncontrollably, rocking his love to his heart when he felt her barely warm hand reach up and stroke his cheek, wiping away a tear, “Forgive me, I couldn't…I couldn't watch you die. I love you Albert…I'll always be by your side just as I vowed to you.” Asherah's last breath escaped her, and her hand fell limp by Wesker's side. Wesker pressed her to him, crying into her black hair, refusing to let go of his beloved for anything. “No, no, Asherah, I love you so much! Don't leave me here without you!!!”

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Now you know why. Save your pity, I have no need for it, not anymore. I died when I buried her. All I have left is contempt for every creature in this empty world. Especially S.T.A.R.S. and Umbrella, how dare they! How dare they be allowed to continue living when she wasn't!! But that won't be for much longer…I've already managed to lure the rats into a little experiment of mine, of course saving Chris for myself. He'll feel the intolerable pain he's caused me through his death!! It's only a matter of time before I complete my mission to assassinate all S.T.A.R.S. and take down Umbrella. Then I'll join you my love, like I promised….

 

 

 

 

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“Far Far Away From My Heart”

 

Well the feelings coming on again

It's kicking and is screaming deep inside me

And I'm so tired of fighting with myself

You're not here, I'm nothing, I'm alone

 

And I'm feeling more and more like less and less

As I curse to tell of all along these lines

Because words are all we have to much time

 

So far, far away from my heart

Far, far away from my heart

 

And memories they're starting to unravel

We've been through this so many nights before

That you'd think it would be easier by now

The pain that keeps on hurting

As I slowly, but too slowly drift away

To a place I know where I don't have to think

 

Close my eyes so tight, now I'm praying

To anyone that maybe can hear me

Tell me everything will be okay

And I don't think I can make another day

 

So far, far away from my heart

Far,far away from my heart

-Presence