An empty room with nothing more but a chair with a table and a small cherry blossom tree blooming it's natural beauty. He fought the strongest urge of touching it's delicate petals. The most beautiful things are the most delicate. And the most astonishing things tend to be the deadliest. Such as yourself he sees both beauty and danger.
Could it be possible to love someone so much that you are willing to do anything for them to be even more deadly even if it means they will end up killing you.
Yes.
The surgery and experiments were all to make you less human and more stronger. Even though you are set on killing him due to it being your job perhaps after this you will realize you no longer need to follow orders and become the Alpha.
The door slides open disturbing him from his silent thoughts of the future. “How long?” Wesker asks looking up at the man in surgeon coat.
“2 years and a half.”
But just like a beautiful tree to bloom everything takes time. Standing up his body stitches disappear with steam escaping till he is fully healed like if the surgery never happened. The news of it being a 2 year heal isn't something he was wanting to hear at all.
“It was quite a heavy surgery. For her to do a full recovery it will be at least two years. But if everything goes fine two and half could work.”
Striding past the surgeon with his fists closed enraged from the news of you being isolated for two years isn't something he was wanting for you his creation. Stepping into the room they prepare you for the pod where they will have you slumbering till your body regenerates.
Stepping forward he rests his hand on the glass moving it to the side as the ice around it falls off. They have you blind folded with a mouth guard to keep you from grinding your teeth.
Sliding his hand away it felt as if you spirit reached out to grab hold of his hand as if you yourself were fighting for survival. Death is such an opening invention if it means ending the internal agony you are feeling even if you're sedated you are very well conscious. All you could do was wrap your arms around his chest pulling on his shirt screaming from the agony that won't let go. Looking down at the floor he can feel you call out for him to end this and as much as he wishes to do as you beg him to he can not.
“Only the chosen ones can walk around this world. Don't make me regret my decision.” He whispers looking over shoulder when he feels your spirit release him and enter back into your body.
Walking away you feel him leave the room. Out of everyone who enters and leaves the room you knew just when he was present and how close he was. As lonely as you could have been he tried to spend most of his time in the room either reading silently or telling you about people, plans and decisions.
Wesker was internally suffering to be with you emotionally battling what he must feel for you. A love that made him sick everyday waiting and imagining on how you see him. But while he emotionally suffered you physician died feeling your bones crack, grind and brake over and over till they were in place as they needed to be. Nerves constantly send signals of agony from your teeth making you burn as if you were in the flames of hell. This is the hell you have to pay for everything you have done.
Ironic that everyone says you will burn in the flames of hell for all the sins you have committed but even as cold as it could be you were literally in the fire of endless pain. Just another lost soul tasting for vengeance on the man who makes you go through such suffering. The endless cycle of love and hate will circulate through your blood. A part of you seemed to love the man you wanted to kill while the other despised him for making you go through hell.
The night would fall and daylight would come but you have stopped feeling him in the room. A part of you missed him and another part of you feared that you were now forgotten. The room was empty with cobwebs and dust leaving only the pod with you inside slumbering. Till the crack of light shined the room from the door that opened with sound of its rusted gears turning.
“So this is the great project that Albert Wesker has kept hidden for so long?” The sound of a man's voice rang through the pod as your ears catch on the tone giving you a mental image on what he might look like.
“Bring her in. We might find some use out of her.”
Leaving you feel your pod being moved and transported away. Lifted out of the ground they strap the pod tightly as a helicopter takes you away.. The ashes of Racoon City float through the wind disappearing like any other memory that followed behind it. This entire time you were underground in Racoon City a city you knew nothing about but was now curious to know why they would suddenly wipe out the city from the map.
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The Tyrants Reign (Wesker X Reader) Completed
Fanfiction"No matter where you run you can't hide from me. No matter what you become you can't stop me. Everything you see it's because of me. Every day you live is because I let you." - anonymous When Wesker first encountered you, you were nothing more but a...
