Missing No More

They say I went missing. Back before the Mansion Incident. They say I stole all that knowledge. They were right. They also said I had died. They were wrong. My name is Alex Wesker. And I am back.

[missingwesker]

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“There are those individuals of which you shall meet in your life, whom will attempt to make a mockery of you and break your spirit or ruin your reputation. Pay them no mind.”

“Simply gain their darkest secrets and information, then reveal it to their loved ones and watch as the very things they tried to threaten you with, ruin them instead.”

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     I’d rather pretend I’m something BETTER than                     these       b r o k e n       parts  Pretend I’m something other than this mess that I am

[rightxtobexagod]

A little Tyrant’s speech.

[missingwesker]

rightxtobexagod:

@missingwesker

He sat on his bed, rubbing his hands between his knees.. The glasses he wore slipped down his slender nose and he lifted a hand to push them back into place.. He was so sick of these daily exercises that he could just about scream, but he dared not say that to his sister. She was dead set on correcting his problem, he would have rather just not spoken again for the rest of his days, it was all the same to him.

Taking a small cloth out of his pocket he polished his lenses and looked up toward the light in the room, trying to make sure he got all the smudges off the glass. “Alex… Muth-do we have to? I can merely avoid thoth- I can avoid the letter th.” His small pale hand curled into his pant leg every time he hit the letter that tripped his tongue out so badly.. 

He could do that if he practiced, just avoid words with the letter S, it was possible wasn’t it?? His crystal blue eyes looked up at her pleadingly.. the exercises weren’t doing him any good anyway. They’d been at it for over a year now. He understood them, but his damned tongue seemed to be stupid..

“It won’t work anyway..” He sighed, resigned to his doom of a lame tongue for the rest of his life.

It had been a little over a year, since Alex had decided to try and help her dear brother with his speech impediment. And it has been difficult every step of the way. These two brilliant children, having such damnable trouble with this one simple thing. Surely there was a way to work around this, to fix this. They just hadn’t found the proper way of speech yet, or the accent. Despite having gone through so many, even fake ones. 

And Albert just didn’t want to do this anymore. That book worm of a brother she had wanting to give up this easily. But Alex was not that type of person. Never give up no matter what. Perhaps this situation was only a deeper refusal to give up as it involved her brother. And Spencer had been so increasingly angry about the way those S’s came out...

For now, Alex was laying on the floor, with a book above her face in the air. Flipping through the pages with a scowl. Irritated and tired. What else was there to try? They’d tried the most obvious accents and word choices. No luck yet. They tried some fake things too, just something they could come up with. 

“Yes. We must do this, Albert. And yes, it will work. No, you aren’t avoiding anything. We’ll find something, brother, I promise. Just... It’s hard.” 

The two Wesker Children were so young, and yet so mature at the same time. All the while closing most other people out, only truly confiding and trusting each other. No one else could get in that bubble.

“... How about we try the classic Transylvanian style? Like thos eold cheesey movies.”

[missingwesker]

rightxtobexagod:

He had accomplished spraying the limb with disinfectant.. had nearly put his fist through the counter top due to the pain, but had managed not to. Now he was struggling with fingers that refused to flex, to wrap gauze and tape around the stump.. It had come to him a few minutes before Alex walked in… He was going to require a wheelchair. The thought nearly made him vomit. He was becoming that which he had thought he had destroyed.. perhaps he should have remained in that volcano.

He had to pause every few minutes to cough, and he got a few lungers going a couple of times.. The same worms in his lungs that were dying in his arms. No surprise, they had been devouring him entirely towards the end. The important part was that they were dying. He hoped.

When Alex walked in, he had been rising the sink out of his latest rib shattering coughing fit.. When she spoke, he lifted his head to stare at her. That was important, even though he was broken, he would not allow himself to show it. “I know that.” He glanced towards the papers, his words containing a hidden double meaning he was sure she would catch. I’m terrible at a lot of things… I realize that now.

Ever the one to keep up appearances. Can’t not show weakness, not a single ounce of pain or exhaustion. Albert had a bad habit of that. And Alex knew otherwise, never to believe that facade. One darker blonde brow twitched slightly, before glancing towards the stack of old letters. One of them looked rather filthy...

Another heavy sigh came from the female tyrant, before looking back towards the Wekser this world knew so well.  “... Hm.” 

Her head shook, and one hand reached out for the syringe of morphine she hadn’t used yet. Gently bringing it over, while the other hand reached out. Touches ever careful and soft, as she brought his arm up. The needle came onto his upper arm, where most of the flesh was intact and looked healthier, and she injected the pain killer. “Let me help you. I’ll clean you up and get you on the path to recovery, Albert.”

With those words spoken,l and the syringe put aside, Alex went to work. Taking bandages that were left and disinfectant. Carefully dabbing at his various burns and wounds. Wrapping each and every one of them with deft and skilled movements after they were cleaned off. 

“You do not need to hide from me, brother. You know that. I know you, and I have seen you at your best and your worst...” “Veni, Vidi, Amavi, dear brother.“

Never once did the woman look away from her work. Making sure that not a single bandage would fall loose or com apart. And any of those disgusting black worms that dared make it’s self known, she would pull out with tweezers and throw to the floor to be crushed beneath her boot. 

“There will be time needed for recovery. I can house you here and take care of you. I’ve engineered some booster shots for my self, and they will work on you as well, to speed up your healing factor. But I will need to detox you for the next couple of days.” 

It was one hell of a risk... Keeping him here for an extended period of time, and every hour only grew more and more dangerous. Alex having her identity and life on the line, everything that she had put together for the past several years. It could all be torn down in one very simple action. Her fate was in Albert’s hands, she knew that... But it was worth the risk. For her only family in the world, the only person she had ever been close too.

[missingwesker]

rightxtobexagod:

The papers being slammed beside him almost caused him to recoil, but he held his ground, red eyes boring into her as she stormed away..  Notes… Letters… Dozens of them.. All sitting here? She had made doubles.. that meant.. Eyes narrowed he growled out a single name.. The name that sent chills of fear and rage down both the living Wesker children’s backs. “Spencer.”

Reaching over, he hesitated and looked at his charred fingertips.. Resigned, he made sure to touch only the outer most edges and began to read. The first two were familiar, he had received those as a child, apparently their ‘father’ had decided it would do no damage to allow the boy some hope.. But those after.. No. All new to him. Warnings, information about a certain African flower, information on the other eleven children.. That was all fine, he knew about them now.. Nothing struck him..  Until.

“Dear Albert,

                         I am unsure if you even care about these letters, as there has never been a response. But I won’t stop writing and updating you on current events. There are facts you must know, Brother. You are being lied too, and those around you are ever in danger.                       Spencer is enraged about how close you are to Elise. While I was there, and encouraged you, even teased you, he was making plans against her and you. And now that you seem too distracted, he can not allow you to keep Elise. Nor your baby son. He is planning on getting rid of the both of them, one way or another. You need to get out, Albert. Run and hide underground. I can help you, forge new identities, a new home. I did this for my self, I can do it for you.                       Should the worst come to pass, I promise you that I shall do what I can. Even if I must take Elise and your son my self to hide them out in the world, far from Spencer’s reach. If you don’t listen to anything else, at the very least listen to this.” - There are various other portions of the letter, detailing Alex’s work, and what Umbrella has planned, and Spencer’s dirty back stabbing…. 

Why was the page suddenly so hard to read? It kept shaking and- No. That was his own two hands…. He was trembling. “Ellie…” He whispered, tapping her name with a ruined finger over and over.

It had been him… His sister had tried to warn him.. Here was the proof, the damned proof.

The paper lay against the ruination of his upper chest and he curled a destroyed hand over his equally marred face..and began to sob. A sound he never thought he was capable of after having reawakened in the mansion.. He wasn’t capable of feeling anything other than intense rage and hate, or so he’d thought. Now, with his body in such a broken state, he clutched at his sister’s letter, warning him to move his family… Not three days after the letter was dated, he’d lost them.. presumably forever. He lay there, former king ascending to godhood, bawling like a wounded child-but wasn’t that exactly what he was?

Hours later, or so it had felt, he had no timepiece in the lab.. He had managed to hop his way across the damn floor and was now sitting on the counter, bandaging the stump of a leg that he still had left.. He looked solemn.. broken.. Decidedly not like Albert Wesker.

There was too much of a broken man, driven by madness and power, that it almost seemed as if he was a lost cause. Albert Wesker was a broken man, lost and ruined thanks to those that had manipulated him and controlled his life. Alex knew this, and it was one of the reason’s he had always done what he did in the world. Perhaps fate could have worked differently, had Albert gotten out of that hell. Maybe even joined Alex’s side in her chosen life style... 

But the world played different cards. And had taken that chance entirely from them both. Alex couldn’t even be close to anyone without running the risk of outing herself. The only one she could even be close too was Albert, and that had been out of the question since Raccoon...

Alex sat there in her underground study. After having righted the chair and now left her at the desk. One hand running through long blonde hair repeatedly, while the other rested upon the top of her desk. Gently tapping her finger against it in quiet contemplation. So many thoughts running rampant through the scientists mind, perhaps too many. 

The Brother lost, twisted into a monster by his own hand and those around him. Thousands of innocent lives blood spilled and ruined, all over that mans hands. Still murder, still guilty, and yet he may never had gone that route had Spencer released his claws. There was no true forgiveness there, there couldn’t be no matter the situation. And Albert had technically died for all of it, there in that volcano... This situation was so needlessly complicated. And Alex knew it was only such because she had gained a heart and morals far swifter than her brother. 

Both hands came upon the female Tyrant’s face, softly dragging them down, before dropping both hands into her lap. One single heaved sigh. That bastard Spencer had been the cause of so much, a catalyst, the starting link in the chain if misery and death now rampant in the world. If Albert hadn’t killed him first, then Alex just might have. 

Wait... The bawling had stopped. There was a quiet. And there had been moving noises, thunking and shifting. But now it was strangely quiet. 

The woman stood up and moved out of the room. Entering the other side of her hide away, and soon came into the labs. Blue eyes staring at the now empty bed, and the splattering of goops, blood, and singed bits on the floor. Leading to Albert now sitting on the counter. 

Shaking her head, Alex sighed and came walking over. Ignoring her lab coat and now stood before Albert, staring him down with a calm expression.  “... You’re terrible at this...”

[missingwesker]

rightxtobexagod:

The insult.. The damn insult of his failure thrown in his face while he sat in the repercussions of it.. things sloughing off of him onto the floor and dying. “It wasn’t ready yet.” He said in a particularly small voice.. “I knew that.. It wasn’t ready to be unleashed, if he hadn’t shown up I coul-” NO. This was not his fault. Not at all. Redfield had forced him to move ahead at a much faster rate and had caused all of this. CHRIS had forced his hand once more and now he was suffering for it.. It should be Redfield in this damn stretcher, not him! The world should have been screaming in agony, begging him for mercy at this hour.. For a cure.

And then she was at it again! More lies! “What damn notes? You left me nothing sister. Stop trying to placate your guilt with fabrication. You abandoned me to the REAL Tyrant without a goddamn care!” The twisting metal and shattering glasses didn’t bother him in the slightest. He was used to such things by his own hands.

But it was the final word that brought physical tears to his eyes. How dare she.. How dare she? He couldn’t even speak, jaw clenched and tears burning in his eyes, he currently felt every inch the child she accused him of being. His face was burning-What skin was left on it- and he knew had there been more his sickly grey-because the stress had made him ill- skin would have been glowing its own shade of red..

No witty comeback.. No wild accusations.. just cold, embarrassed and hurt silence. He almost wished she’d have just left him in the volcano.

What? That wasn’t true, Alex sent notes and hidden letters all the time... And then it occurred to her. Of course... They had been intercepted, found, and hidden from Albert. By Spencer no doubt, after everything. Would explain quite a bit of facts. 

Hands fell away from Albert’s face, while Alex stood over him. The blonde’s expression hardened while those orange eyes were glowing with a strange intensity. It was hard to read what was behind them. Almost outright cold. It didn’t last long, as they shifted back into a deep azure blue, and she took a step back. Marching across this underground bunker. Right out of the lab section, and towards somewhere else. Going out of view, but not ear shot. Sounds of something wooden being slammed against or jostled...

It sounded like several drawers were being ripped open angrily. Hell, a chair was even thrown, only barely seen through a door way as it crashed out of sight. Noises again to papers being shifted through. Alex was clearly barely containing her rage. That woman always did have such incredible self control. But right now she was slipping...

Finally, the female Tyrant came back into view. Carrying a large stack of papers, thick ones. Old fashioned. Some of them older than others.  “It’s a good thing that I find backups and filing everything rather useful, isn’t it?”

With those sharply spoken words, the sister Wesker came right up to her brother, and slapped down the whole stack upon the broken counter next to him. It was typewriter written, and each one was an old letter. 

“Call me a liar one more time, and say I did not care, my Dear Brother.” Alex spat those words, before turning on her heel and yanking off her lab coat. Throwing it over to one of the various stools in the lab, before she went walking back out in her anger. She needed something to calm her nerves, something to drink. She could let Albert stay in pain a while longer.

[missingwesker]

rightxtobexagod:

“The lives I have destroyed pale in comparison to what this.” He throws the remains of the putrescent thing onto his own destroyed lower body with a sneer of disgust. “Was intended to accomplish! Wipe them all out. Destroy everything and start over with only those truly worthy of it. You would have lived to see it.. The world I had-” He cut off when he heard her next words, it was as effective as a slap across the face would have been. He stopped cold in his traces for a moment. Threw himself down?

“I became more than he ever dreamed I could be. There is a reason that delusional old man is no longer sitting on high, commanding from his imaginary throne. He wasn’t fit for the job.” His own perpetually red eyes narrowed and flashed back at her. “So it was you.. Making my life a living hell at every turn.. Didn’t get very far did you?” He asked, then looked down at his missing leg and let out another laugh.

“Then again, perhaps you did… Was it you who sent him after me? Hm? That had leaked the information about Jill Valentine? Send the hounds after your brother, so you might erase any traces of your true kin?” Ooh in his deluded and anxiety fed mind she was just as against him as everyone else.. The fear that had goaded him into progress had twisted her almost into a proverbial boogeyman.

“Did what you could… I applaud your efforts then.” And he did. A soft ‘clap clap clap’ echoed in the silence between them as he put words into action.

Insane. He truly was insane. But that was no surprise, Alex knew he had become such a very long time ago. But there was always that edge of seeing it personally, having such babbling thrown back at you. And the woman certainly felt her muscles growing far more tense with every word. she was so close to snapping. 

Very carefully did she put that syringe down and the bottle. Making sure to be delicate and not crush them in a now shaking grip. Both palms resting on the top of her metal work table, gently gripping the edge as the man went on and on... And then, Albert suggested that it was her who released that information. Sicking Redfield and Alomar on him. And that made her grip suddenly tighten, metal creaking... 

The clapping is what did it. Her grip crushed the metal under her fingers, before she suddenly whipped around. Those vibrant orange eyes staring at his bright red hues. Alex ripped her sunglasses off, and angrily threw them down on her table, shattering one of the lenses., Not that she cared at the moment, and immediately began walking towards Albert. Almost looming like a predator.

“First of all, do you think I wanted any of this?! Any of what you had planned in your madness, Albert?! Of course not, you fool. I would have hated it. And if your own damned precious oroboros had denied you, what makes you think it wouldn’t deny me as well? It would have destroyed everything, nothing left but dust, not even you. All I ever wanted was us as a family, but you lost your senses. You followed exactly what Spencer wanted you to do, dead or not. You played right into his god damned hands all these years.”

“I had left you notes, information, I TOLD you not to believe any of it. To get out, and you didn’t do any of that. You instead stuck around and let him destroy you. They even made a false and terrible recreation of me you had went along with.”

This was when Alex was next too him now, her eyes wide and wild. One hand reaching out and gripping the counter next too them. Causing the plastic and wood to creak and groan with the tiles on top cracking more and more with each passing second. Something to keep her grounded. 

“How dare you suggest I had done that. I would have come my self had I known what you were planning, and what you had there. I have done it once, I would have again. I’ve never wanted you dead, Albert... I don’t hate you.”

“I’m just... Disappointed.”

Finally the grip caved on the counter, shattering stone tiles and wood splintering. Both those hands now flying out towards her brother, and grabbing his face.  “You are nothing but an angry child. Just like when we were small, and you did not get your way. You destroyed the room, trashed everything, until you calmed down.” “Albert Wesker, you are lost and have been throwing a tantrum for over a decade. You allowed your mind to be destroyed in the process...” 

“It’s time to stop. Just. Stop.”

[missingwesker]

rightxtobexagod:

Once the straps were removed and he no longer felt like an insect trapped under glass, he seemed to calm down. Finally capable of looking around the room without mirroring a wild beast he was impressed to find it had equipment that rivaled what he had owned at his base in Africa.

His arms were already beginning to look better, though there were still a few dying things squirming in an attempt to escape.. Nothing inside seemed to be particularly alive or even functional.. The heat from the magma had killed whatever freakish virus he had been infected with. He lifted blackened bone tipped fingers and actually pried one of the infected worms? Slugs? What had he used-a variety of things actually… out of the tissue of an arm and squashed it in the hollow of his hand..

Her words brought him back from his own little world and he looked across the room at her.. Then laughed. “You have have plenty of time to sit back and watch me suffer, Doting Sister.” His strange ‘no-where’ accent was thick with venom as he spoke.. But his eyes were sparkling clear, this was not pain induced ranting. Even though he was at her mercy in his current state, he would make his mind known to her. She could very easily put him down and never let him back up.. A heart kept on a shelf, a brain in a cabinet.. He was pretty sure those spelled doom for the two of them.. And right now she had the upper hand. But he was angry.

“I’m not so keen on the whole ‘forgive and forget’ business as you well know.”

That disgusting wiggling thing Albert had pulled out and squashed... The failed experiment with no true application. It was unfinished, and Albert had madly chased it down, becoming something less than what he started as. But here he was, the damned garbage burned out of his system, and now clearly still trying to drag it’s dregs out... Alex was going to speak again, when the man spoke.

And it seemed to spark something inside the woman. Blue eyes immediately shifted into a bright orange, and her pupils elongated into slits. And she out right growled.

“That is where you choose to take this conversation?” That voice was strangely calm, despite the cracking of her knuckles. “While you destroyed millions of lives, created hell and left madness in your wake, where I had to clean it up. You destroyed your self...”

Here was where Alex picked up a syringe and a vial over at her work station. Carefully filling the needle and it’s container with a heavy dose of morphine. That is exactly what it would take to even start to work on the male Tyrant, with his higher body system. 

“I fought against everything, while you threw your self down the path they wanted you too without question. You did this to your self. I did what I could.” Working from the position of which she had found herself in was not easy, not in the slightest. The smallest thing could have sent her into a dangerous spiral. 

“We have always shared most outlooks, despite the differences... Forgive and forget, in this situation, is certainly one we agree on.”

[missingwesker]

rightxtobexagod:

He was aware that he was moving.. The dream slowly began to shatter and he woke with a start.. Thankfully strapped into the stretcher or he would have rolled it as he jumped awake. Eyes darting around wildly he was in a momentary panic, as his mind, still rising from the dream world, took in the sights of the lab.. No he didn’t want another shot he- Albert shook his head and looked down at himself. Buckles. “You can release the restraints sister, I highly doubt I’m going to be running out of here any time soon.”

He couldn’t even do it himself, the straps held his arms fast to his sides. Inside doting sister’s lab. That was an achievement.. it only took him nearly dying to get here at that.

“What are you preparing over there?” He was hesitant but also understood that while infection wouldn’t kill him, it would certainly impede his healing capabilities. He needed to be bandaged.

Ah, he was awake. Alex paused in what she was doing and looked over her shoulder towards Albert. Watching his eyes. Yes, they were somewhat dilated, not the usual pronounced feline like look, but rounder. But not too much that he wasn’t unaware. 

“The straps were merely a precaution, should you lash out while unconscious. I could not risk you hurting your self further.” 

How foolish was it to let Albert Wesker truly free? For anyone else, it could be suicide. But for his dear sister, Alex, it was a different story. They had fought before, she knew she could match him blow for blow. But in this current condition, there would be no combat what so ever. And so, the woman placed her things down, and moves closer. Gently unstrapping the buckles and restraints, and freeing the man. She even raised up the top half of the cot he was on, allowing him to sit up somewhat, much like any other hospital bed. 

Alex’s blue eyes glanced from him, to her work station. Ah right, he had no idea just what she was getting ready.  “Merely some morphine before I start bandaging you, and perhaps a booster or two. Something to balance you out, and assist your healing factor. Hopefully restoring your limbs faster.” 

“That is, as long as you have no objects, dear brother? I can’t sit comfortably knowing that you’re suffering.” This was only half true, of course... But she could never truly wish pain on her only Brother.

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[missingwesker]

scars-and-apples:

This was his professional attire. Honestly, Jake wasn’t going to know what to do with himself when he did get real professional attire. Probably be a little scared to move. But as it was, he was smirking at Alex and ready to follow. Catching up quick, Jake adjusted his bag again, free hand stuck in his jacket pocket.

“So where are we heading? Probably some place clean. Do we even know if I’m conta–” That probably wasn’t a good thing to talk about in public. What to say though… “Hope being chatty wont be a problem. Helps me remember shit.”

Sure as hell a talkative individual, Jake was. Not that it wasn’t anything that Alex could not handle. Which he seemed to be worried about and even made a comment about himself in such a way. 

“Chatty is certainly not an issue, Muller. You are welcome to ignite conversations. You may call me Alex Wilson, I’ll be your medical professional for the duration of our business.” 

The blonde led them out of the terminal and into the parking garage. Towards an unmarked, and lacking licence plate, black vehicle. A government issue car. “We shall be heading too the main labs I work at, yes it will be a clean room. I certainly hope you do not have a problem with needles.” 

[missingwesker]

rightxtobexagod:

“So did I.” He replied without hesitation, both hands gripping what was left of the ruination that was his missing leg… Which was a small stump at his hips. He had fallen in fairly deep. Honestly one leg was not much of an offering in means of escape from this nightmare. He didn’t intend it, but his body merely demanded sleep and in his weakened state he could do nothing but obey. His face, blackened with burns and covered with open wounds from his Uroboros infection, fell against her shoulder as she carried him and he drifted back off into some semblance of sleep.

He had been running hell for leather outside, one of the few times they had been allowed out without supervision, and had tripped on uneven ground. Landing hard on his left knee he went sliding, successfully scraping what had to be miles of good flesh from that joint. The ten year old howled and rolled over onto his back, fingers wrapped around his knee as he screeched. “IT HURTS!! I THINK IT MAY HAVE TORN MUSCLE!” He carries on, pulling his hands away to look at the damage and yeah.. Its pretty nasty, but no where near ‘torn muscle’.. 

There was nothing but blissful silent as he rode in his sibling’s aircraft, head gently lolling side to side with the jostling in the cockpit.. He mumbled in his sleep but didn’t say anything substantial.

At the very least, Albert was safe while he was passed out. Taking much needed rest. And still, Alex felt uncomfortable with this situation. She knew it was a risk, would destroy everything that she had built, the way she lived and would hide who she truly was. But this was the only family she had left in this cruel world. And leaving him to die was out of the question.

The flight was uneventful, as Alex kept it as smooth as possible. So as not to jostle Albert around. He no doubt would be completely oblivious too everything for quite some time, no doubt a good turn out....

Time flew by, and Alex was bringing them into her little hide away in the cliff side. Stones sealing behind the vehicle. Once upon the launchpad again, the engines were cut, and various systems shut down. Getting there and back was the easy part- now came the problem of actually working on the damaged Tyrant... She did not look forward to this, it would be incredibly unpleasant. No doubt for both of them.

Without another second to waste, the side hatches were thrown open, and the stretcher that Albert was strapped too was wheeled out of the transport. Moving across the hidden bunker and into the lab’s section. Already Alex throwing on a lab coat and getting to work. 

Various vials and jars of gods knows what were on counters and side tables, bandages being prepared as well as disinfectants. Needles getting cleaned. 

Alex was prepared to do a full Tyrant recovery.

[missingwesker]

rightxtobexagod:

He only registered the dull thunk of boots as white noise.. something to be ignored.. His name being called transferred to the dream world and he was at some sort of odd peace..

It wasn’t until her hands hooked under his body, until she touched him, that he snapped awake and thrashed almost out of her arms. “UNHAND ME YO-” His screams suddenly went from indignant to horror stricken as the violent thrashing had caused something he would have been careful of, had he been coherent. One leg, the left, burnt to cinders clear through to the bone.. Simply snapped off like a burnt twig.

The sound died in his throat, as if it couldn’t be possible to communicate the agony and outrage burning through him this very moment. Instead, his jaw worked silently and he swallowed.. before turning to look at exactly who had dared to touch him. It finally registered.. Alex.. She had come after all.

“…Sis..” He tried and found his voice still did not want to work. He ran his parched tongue over his lips and tried again. “Sister…. How kind of you to join me…” He arched what should have been a golden brow, but was now blackened cinders. “How do you find my vacation home? Warm enough for your liking?”

The flailing hadn’t hindered Alex in the slightest, merely been annoying. Although the leg snapping off was what gave her pause. That certainly wasn’t good... It could grow back, but that would take time. None the less, she had hefted him up and was moving.

As the older Wesker began to carefully make her way out of this hellish crater, up along the stones with her brother held in a tight grip, he kept trying to talk. And managed to actually get something out. Of which had Alex perking both brows upwards, while looking down at the mutilated man she now carried. Either he had completely lost his marbles, or he reverted to how he once was before closing himself off... It had been so many years since she heard that terrible humor. 

May as well play along... Completely with a straight face and calm tone. As was the norm for a Wesker. 

“Perhaps it could do with a nice air conditioning in the window, if I must be honest. I much preferred your arctic home, Brother.” May as well make a joke of one extreme to the other. It would at the very least make the situation a little less terrible for the both of them... Gods, it’s been too many years. 

Soon enough, Alex was carrying Albert into the specialty vehicle. Very carefully laying him down in the back onto a medical bed. Strapping him in for safety reasons. “I shall take you to my private labs.” There was no other place she could take him. Already this was an incredible risk, but one she had willingly taken.

The doors were sealed, and Alex immediately returned too the pilot’s seat. Still in view of Albert of course. Switches flipped, blades spinning once more on either wing- and then they were moving upwards. 

“A change of scenery is in order, don’t you agree, dear brother?”

[steveburnside]

Open RP

[missingwesker]

steveburnside:

@missingwesker​ & @realprojectalice​ started following you.

He shuffled awkwardly and squinted his eyes, staring down the newcomer with a hand tucked under his coat for any quick draw he might need.

“And just who might you be? Skulkin’ around here? Following me?”

The blonde woman merely stared the red head down. She knew that motion, that stance. There was a weapon at the ready, and this boy was on edge. Defensive. None the less, one hand lifted and gently adjusted the glasses upon her face.

“Simply someone interested and holding a morbid curiosity, as it were. I assure you, I mean you no danger nor harm.”

[missingwesker]

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He had drifted into a sort of unconscious state.. Not exactly sleep.. The sound of the approaching motors went unnoticed and he dreamed on.

They were in their room at the mansion.. Radio quietly playing from under their pillow as they sang along to whatever track was currently playing at the top, be it pop or rock, anything other than the dreadful classical music they had been forced to study and master. The children were playing together, holding each other and twirling about their room, singing at the top of their lungs until they both picked up the sound of approaching footsteps. Albert ran for the radio as Alex moved for the door. Both turned different knobs at the same time, effectively killing the ‘tasteless’ music and opening their door.

“Master Spencer reminds you children that he has very sensitive hearing and though this house is large he is aware of what you two are doing.. It is in your best interest that you calm down and do something more productive with your free time.” With that, the door is slammed shut, both children look at each other and count to sixty four times before turning the music back on and going again! This has become a game in itself and it is one they highly enjoy.

His body had ceased to produce sweat.. There simply was no longer any leftover fluid left to create it. His torturous trail from the roof of the aircraft to the torn open tailgate is marked by soot, blood, and dying Uroboros worms that twitch and writhe on the ground, suffocating from the heat. He made no indication he knew of her arrival.

This place very much looked like a war zone. Even without the added additions of molten rock. There were strewn bits of metal and cargo, the crashed vehicle and bit’s of it hanging on by shreds of twisted steel. Portions of the stone ledges full of impact bullets, bullet shells strewn every where, and portions of stone carved out. Alex could not help but wonder just what the hell happened here that wasn’t fully detailed in the report.

No time for that now. And the female tyrant swiftly made herself too the torn up bomber. Climbing in through the back. He wasn’t kidding when he said the back end was truly torn up. 

“Albert?”

Combat boots thumped against the metal flooring. Weaving past some fallen bits of steel frame, while she called out fro her brother. A bit worried that she was not getting a response. But as to why, that answer came rather harshly when Alex crossed the door way and into the cockpit. Seeing Albert passed out in the pilot’s seat.

Eyes went wide, and the woman couldn’t help but feel her stomach drop. His body was mangled. Arms torn apart and looked as if something had eaten it’s way from the inside out. Legs seared and horribly burnt away, almost nothing left of them. His skin was off colors, and horrible burns over most of his skin. The only way he was still alive, was due too the things he had done to himself. 

Yes, she knew he deserved to be punished, to get hell it’s self biting at his boot heels... But this was still her brother. And Alex still had a fraction of hope.

Carefully, both arms gingerly hooked under his body. Feeling his weight. Before she picked him up. Holding his body tightly against herself, as she backed out of the crash site. And now here she was, carrying what remained of Albert Wesker away from here, and towards the edge of the volcano, 

“Painful irony...”