"Don't worry about it..."
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There were three rules (Name) was instilled with upon being with Albert: Number one, always listen to whatever Wesker says. Number two, don't traverse around the mansion unattended. And number three... never go in Wesker's office.
A sickeningly vile smirk curled onto the blond virologist's lips, as he held his hostage by the nape of their neck. Struggling in his hold, the male struggled for air. This brought Wesker great pleasure, despite the solid disposition he had upon his features. The hostage's unfortunate partner, unable to so much match the notorious man's strength, fired his gun.
To the duo's disadvantage, Wesker was swift, his movements agile. It was almost as if he was able to vanish in thin air... And so he did. Sneering at the two, the man stood his ground.
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Carefully folding the paper before her, the (hair color) haired girl was pleased with her doings. Sitting in the mansion's dining room, different colored sheets of paper were sprawled about the table. Some were scrunched up, signifying the many unsuccessful attempts prior to her finale. (Name) had successfully made a paper crane, much to her own delight.
Holding it up in the air happily, (Name) made a beeline towards the girl in the kitchen. The dining room to the kitchen was a rather lengthy walk in it itself.
"Jill look! I made a crane!" She called out, the blonde-haired woman coming to observe her work.
"It's wonderful, (Name). I'm positive Wesker will be most prideful." She spoke, causing the (eye color) eyed girl to frown. Great concern invaded Jill, as she brought a hand to her shoulder.
"Is something wrong, (Name)?" She asked softly, the innocent girl closing her eyes. Replacing her sad features with a smile, she shook her head no.
"I'm going to clean up the bad papers!" She was lying.
"Okay. Dinner will be ready in fifteen minutes." She wanted to show Wesker.
"Okay!" So she went...
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A sadistic smirk crawled upon Wesker's features, the man in his grasp screaming fearfully. Having successfully killed his hostage's partner, right before his eyes, the man clad in all black thirsty for more. He needed more. He wanted to see his sublime, petty victim crying, begging for him to stop and end his misery.
"Any last words...? No? Then let's end this right now!"
"Allllbert~!" That voice... No. Slamming his hand onto his hostage's neck, Wesker's red eyes glared into his victim's.
"If you so much as scream, I will be sure to rip your throat out and leave you to die in the woods."
Slamming him down onto the ground, Wesker shut the door behind him on his way out, seeing the girl he dearly admired down the hallway. She was in his favorite outfit of hers; a white, ankle-length dress, a pastel cardigan as well. (Name) was... beautiful, to say the least.
Taking his glasses off, he placed them in his pocket. Clearing his throat, a gentle smile formed on his features, his eyes softening upon seeing the girl spin around when he cleared his throat. The sparkle in the innocent girl's eyes was enough to make Wesker do good.
Opening his arms invitingly, (Name) ran straight into them, embracing the man she loved, the man that cared for and protected her. Running his fingers through her hair, Wesker let out a satisfied sigh.
"Hello, darling... Tell me, why did you call for me? You know not to disrupt me while I am working." Sheepishly grinning, the girl pulled away from his embrace. The petite girl knew more than anyone his rule. She knew if she so much as questioned it, surely he would ignore the question, and tell her to return to Jill for more activities. And to Wesker's delight, the girl didn't mind it one bit.
"Sorry... I made you a paper crane... see? I even made it black, your favorite! Do you like it?" She held the piece of papercraft out to him, in which he graciously took. Observing it, the man nodded curtly, not uttering a word, much to (Name)'s pleasure.
"I'm glad! ...I'm sorry I disturbed you."
"Don't worry about it, my darling girl." (Name) nodded, looking up at the man. She tilted her head to the side, causing the man to raise an eyebrow curiously. He knew all too well she had something to say or ask. The girl wore her heart and emotions on her sleeve, and Wesker loved it. He was able to analyze and understand the girl with so much a glimpse.
"Jill said dinner will be ready in fifteen minutes." She spoke, rubbing her arm. Wesker raised an eyebrow, leaning forward for (Name) to continue.
"Will you be done with work by then?"
"Of course, my love." The (hair colored)ette frowned at his response.
"You're not working too hard are you..."
"Don't worry about it, innocent one." He kissed the top of her forehead.
With a final smile, she finally turned on her feet, making her way back towards the dining room once more. She did tell Jill she was going to clean up those stray papers after all. Not only that, but she didn't want the woman to scold her if she found out she went to go see Wesker, especially while he was working.
Shutting the door behind him, his ruby eyes stared at the trembling man at his feet. The vile smirk the innocent victim longed to never see again was written in his predator's features.
"Now.. Where were we?!"
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date of publication: 20 july 2019
word count: 894 words.
author: sakura
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