The separated lovers: Albert Wesker

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Dying in Wesker's arms...maybe
TW FOR: GORE AND SLIGHT CURSING
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A stupid decision had caused this.

Someone had released a Tyrant and forced you to neutralize it.

You were doing well until you tripped on some rubble, not being able to get up fast enough.

Then, it threw it's arm straight through your torso.

Little did you know, William had told Wesker what had happened.

Wesker's POV:
Someone was going to be in deep shit after this.

I was running as fast as my legs could take me, weapon in hand towards the observation room.

What I saw through the glass was horrific.

The tyrant's arm was poking out of my lovers abdomen, blood pouring down it's sickly white body.

Then, it threw them across the room, the impact making a sickening crack.

I rushed in and neutralized the tyrant immediately.

YOUR POV
The pain was unbearable for a few moments.

I then saw Albert running towards me, the tyrant laying dead a few feet away.

"Wesker..." I croaked, black dots clouding my vision.

"Dearheart, what the fuck happened?" He yelled, hoping I could still hear him.

I couldn't do anything but stare blankly.

Then, everything stopped.

WESKER'S POV:
They were dead.

All because someone was careless enough to release a tyrant.

I stared at their still, blank face for a few minutes.

I was so angry that I hadn't realized that I was crying.

All I could do was scream.

William rushed in, seeing his own sibling's dead corpse in my arms.

He ran to my side, crouching down.

"No! No goddamn it! This wasn't supposed to happen!" William yelled, tears running down his face.

"It was just supposed to be a test! I thought they were skilled at combat!" Someone yelled behind us.

I looked behind me to see one of the new recruits.

"So you were the one who got my lover killed. All for A GODDAMN TEST? I yelled, setting my lovers corpse down and sprinting towards him.

"DO YOU HAVE EVEN THE SLIGHTEST CLUE WHAT YOU'VE DONE, MY LOVER IS DEAD!" I spat, grabbing the recruit by the collar and throwing him into the wall.

He was unconscious so I ran back over to William.

"I'm sorry William, I didn't get here in time." I said, watching his tears stain (NAME'S) face.

A FEW HOURS LATER...

I carried my lover into the morgue and stuffed their body into a  bag.

Little did I know, they were still alive.
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I may make a part 2 when I get more ideas! :D

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