Resident Evil: End of Days

Hunting Wesker

A phone call is on order, so I make one to Rebecca Chambers back in the lab at the University. When she answers, the questions leave my lips before I can even think of what to ask: 

"What is Albert Wesker?"

Rebecca falls quiet in surprise. She then answers, "Wesker was one of the experimented subjects of Oswell Spencer during a genetics development of the t-Prototype Virus for Birkin to administer to Wesker. He seemed to have adapted to the virus in his body, and with regulated injections of the PG67A/W serum and enhancement of the Uroboros virus, he was a reputable global threat. Chris took him down in Kijuju near the volcano using sources of heat to keep him weakened."

I nod and ask, "Do you perchance have those said viruses on hand, the t-Prototype and the Uroboros?"

Rebecca balks on the other end. "I do, why?"

"Have them both ready when I come down for testing, please."

"Leon!" Rebecca yelps on the phone, "You're crazy! Having the t-Prototype and the Uroboros at the same time will kill you!"

"If it means finding where Wesker is then let's do it," I answer back to her. "Rebecca, Chris knows that Wesker's alive."

"He's what?"

"Wesker is alive," I explain, "He's an archdemon hunting around Africa now. If he's alive then we all know the world is damned the minute he decides to create another outbreak!"

Rebecca falls quiet on the other end. I know she's thinking hard, trying to find a way to stop me from following through this suicidal plan, but she then sighs. She asks me, "Are you sure?"

"I'm dead certain..."

She falls quiet again.

"...all right, meet me in the morning."
~
When I arrive at Rebecca's lab, this time a team of five virologists are taking watch for today. Rebecca watches me apprehensively, and Chris himself is becoming aware that something is going on. Nonetheless he takes his place to the back of the lab room.

We go over the rounds again, hands to the back of the chair, and she has the two serums ready to go on the table. One of the virologists walks over with the t-Prototype, and Rebecca with Uroboros. 

Now Chris realizes something is off. He speaks up, "Hey, what's going on here?"

Rebecca looks back at him. She turns to me, and I face him. 

"Wesker's alive," I state, "So I need to find out where he is and take him down."

Chris' jaw drops. He's horrified of what's about to happen, and at once security walk over and hold him back. He growls, "Let go of me! Leon, this is crazy! Don't do this!"

Rebecca and the virologist watch him for a moment, then look back at me. They both hesitate, not moving to inject the viruses into my body. However I nod, and they make the move.

Slowly, I feel the toxins of both viruses coursing through my body, writhing through my veins. My head is seized with an unimaginable pain, my heart throbbing painfully in my chest, thundering through my bones. My body heat skyrockets, and everything that touches my skin is pure agony.

I don't know what madness comes over me from this hellish idea, but the moment the Antibody activates, my mind opens way for memories.

Kijuju, West Africa, a corner territory of Mauritania, Mali and Algeria. Villages, small, remote, semi-modernized but yet poor and desolate. I see the dead by the hundreds. Majini, as they were called. I find the terrain vast until the sight of a volcano comes to view. 

There, Wesker...

The caverns he now calls his home is surrounded by souls from the dead. The dead that which belong to the Majini who once called Kijuju home...damned to burn, damned to never rise to either Heaven or Hell, imprisoned by the man who destroyed their lives.

I'm losing control. I feel nothing but seething hatred burn through my bones and scorch my veins. I feel Chris' hatred for him, a wrath unlike anything I've ever felt in my life. A want to kill, to destroy the haunting memories that follow after. Chris' interactions with him, the game of cat and mouse, the ever-present taunting and madness between a man with a good heart, and a man with a corrupted God-complex.

Never had I thought that a scream would erupt from my very being. I feel torn apart, shredded from the inside out, engulfed in a fire I can't calm. My mind goes, and eventually, I see nothing...
~
"Leon...?"

"Leon..."

"Leon, wake up..."

Chris? I feel like I'm floating. And I'm cold...where am I?

I find myself slowly coming to, and my eyes are blinded by light. Damn it hurts, but a hand goes over my eyes.

"You okay?"

I don't answer, but I still feel like I'm floating. My whole body is wet, and it feels like I'm held up...

"Don't move. We've got you in one of the indoor pools. Try not to move too much."

Rebecca...

Slowly my eyes open back up, and I find myself looking up at glass windows that reveal a crystal clear sky over my head. I hear the gentle sloshing of water around me, and I realize why I'm cold.

"Wha...?" I start to ask, but my jaw feels almost locked. Crap, I can't move or talk...

"You passed out," Chris answers me. "You were burning a ridiculous fever so we had to bring you here to cool your temperature down."

I blink a little, but I don't answer. I hurt...I hurt all over. I glance up to Chris, and I notice he's ditched his combat gear in favor of his shirt and his cargoes. I look to the side (it hurts to move my head) and I notice Rebecca sitting at the edge of the pool, her capris rolled up over her kneecaps and her feet in the water. 

I say nothing as Chris maintains hold on me to keep me from sinking. 

"You're experiencing paralysis," Rebecca explains, "Which means your joints are locked up from the amount of pain you just went through. Plus with the fever that you've got right now, it would do you no good to be in your hotel room unable to cool yourself off."

...I see. I frown a little, and Chris notices. He teases, "Don't worry, you're not completely helpless. Rebecca says the paralysis should wear off either tomorrow or the day after, then you should be back to your old self in no time."

I glance away, embarrassed; he didn't have to do this for me. 

Chris notices. He states, "Really, Leon, it's not a problem. Hell if I were in your shoes you'd be doing the same for me...or you'd be letting me flop around like a fish while I try to get my bearings in a hurry."

I smile a little and look up. He nods to me.

"You're going to be okay. Really. You wanted to do this for me, to take on my troubled past and put an end to the man who haunted me. I can't thank you enough for that. Granted I should be the selfish one and going after him myself but...let's face it, Mr. Man in Black is something supernatural now and I have a greater chance of getting my ass whooped by him without your help."

I try to nod, but it hurts; I wince at the movement, and Chris shakes his head. 

"Don't move for a bit. Once we have your temperature down I'll carry you to your room so you can rest."

I force a smile on my face and close my eyes. I hear Chris chuckle quietly.

"Thanks, Leon...for doing this."