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𝙷𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝙸𝚖𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚡 - 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗 𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑

You are a simple S.T.A.R.S member just trying to live your life. But your past keeps finding ways to make you scream in the dark….

(Sorry for this chapter taking a bit longer again! Wekser x reader requests are still open!!) ( WARNING!!! this chapter does have death, blood, and fire in it. This is your warning - Yellow 💛🌻) (Final count- 10,322 words. I better see comments on this one. Love me. )

𝙷𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝙸𝚖𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚡 - 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗 𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 (𝙽𝚘 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑)

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As I was getting ready for the mission. I didn't know what was going on. Or what my uncle was planning. There was a good reason why I didn't speak to him for some time. I started my checks to make sure that my rifle was fully loaded. There was a nervous look on my face. I knew this mission was going to be dangerous, but I couldn't help but worry that my uncle was the one that caused the hostage situation to begin with. All to get my attention. I wouldn't put it past him to do something like that. "Mouse," Wesker called out, his voice calm and controlled. "Is there something troubling you? You seem…Unsettled."

I jumped slightly, startled at the sound of my name, looking over from my rifles to him. Quickly composing myself before responding. " it's nothing, Captain Wesker." I said as I tried to have my voice sound confident. "Just a bit on edge, you know. These missions can be quite intense." I said as I looked back down at my rifle. Wesker raised an eyebrow at my response.

Captain Wesker's icy blue eyes narrowed ever so slightly as he observed me. He had a knack for reading people, and my attempt to mask my worry was not lost on him. "Intense, indeed," he replied, his voice tinged with a hint of curiosity. He leaned forward, resting his forearms on the desk and interlacing his fingers. "But let's not play games, mouse. We've worked together long enough for me to detect when something is amiss. Tell me, what's truly bothering you?" I hesitated for a moment, considering how much to reveal to Wesker. I frown before shaking my head. "It's nothing, sir."

Captain Wesker studied me for a moment, his gaze piercing through my facade. He could see through my attempt to hide my concerns, and he wasn't one to be easily satisfied with vague answers. He leaned back in his chair, assessing my reaction. "Truly, it's nothing, sir. Just things in my personal life. That's all." Wesker's eyes narrowed further, his intuition telling him there was more to my statement than met the eye. He leaned forward again, his voice low and controlled. "Mouse, as your superior officer, I need to ensure that your personal life doesn't interfere with your ability to perform your duties." I swallowed nervously, realizing that Wesker's persistence would not allow me to brush off the matter so easily. 'I promise sir, it won't interfere with the mission on my duties." I said my hands were placed on my weapon. Wesker leans forward a bit, his fingers absently tapping against the surface of the desk. "Very well, mouse," he says, his voice holding an undercurrent of sincerity. "I expect you to uphold your word." I nod as I looked up at him. He took his hands off my desk and walked away. Most likely to get himself ready. Chris glanced over my way and nudged me gently. "You sure you're ok?" I gave him a small nod. "Yeah. I'm fine." his gaze lingered for just a second before nodding as he left to finish getting his things ready. Chris looked up as he finished lacing his combat boots when he heard the voice of Captain Wesker talking to Jill about something. I stood next to him as he finished getting ready. "Hey mouse, how about after this we go out." I raised my eyebrow as I looked over at him. "Sister driving you up the walls already? Claire's only been back in town for a few days." Chris chuckled.

I couldn't help but smile at Chris's attempt to lighten the mood. His presence was always comforting, and his knack for humor never failed to bring a smile to my face. "Nah, it's not Claire. She's actually been on her best behavior lately," he replied as he stood up. "Well… Going out sounds like a good idea. Some time to unwind after this mission would be much needed." Chris grinned, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief. "Great, sounds like a plan." he said, his tone teasing. I laughed softly, feeling a warmth spread through me at his words. "Sure, just don't expect me to wear a fancy dress or anything," I replied, playfully nudging him. Chris chuckled, his voice filled with genuine warmth. "Nah, just come as you are. It's your presence that matters, not what you're wearing." I noticed him selling a glance at Jill as she was getting ready to go, grabbing something from her desk. My smirk grew as I crossed my arms over my chest. "You know… Why not ask Jill?" my smirk widen just a bit as I saw Chris freeze in place for just a moment. He closed his eye and shook his head. "Come on, you haven't even asked her!" Chris's cheeks turned slightly pink, and he scratched the back of his head nervously. "Well, you see… Jill and I, we have a different kind of relationship," he stammered, clearly flustered by the suggestion. "I mean, she's a great friend and all, but… It's complicated." I couldn't help but tease him a little, a mischievous glint in my eyes. "Oh, I see. Complicated, huh? Well, maybe you should figure it out soon before someone else sweeps her off her feet." I raised an eyebrow playfully, knowing full well that my words were only in jest. Chris let out a laugh, shaking his head. "Trust me, mouse, no one's sweeping her off her feet. She can handle herself just fine." he paused for a moment, his expression turning more serious. "But thanks for looking out for me." I smiled softly, a warmth filling my chest at his words.

"You're welcome, Chris," I replied, my voice tinged with sincerity. "You're my friend, and I'll always be there for you." I glanced over at him, a softness in my eyes. "Just like you're always there for me." Chris smiled, his blue eyes reflecting gratitude. "That's what friends are for, right?" he replied, his voice filled with genuine warmth. "We've been through a lot together, mouse, and I know I can always rely on you." I smiled with a playful smirk. "Well, don't get too used to it. I can't have you thinking I'm softening up." Chris chuckled, his smile widening. "Wouldn't want that, would we?" he replied, his voice light-hearted. "No, the captain would kick my ass." we chuckled before looking over at the other getting ready. Barry walked over to us with his arms in his pockets. "You two ready to go?" I nod as I looked over at Chris who also nods. "Yeah, think so. Any updates on the mission?" Barry shifted in place as he put his hands at his side. "It's still a hostage situation, but the person hasn't been seen or asked for anything in return." Uncle… I nod trying to mask my worries. "Well, let's go find the captain so we can take care of it." "Actually, the captain told me that you're riding with him. There was a slight panic look on my face as well as a light blush. "I-I can drive myself!" "Sorry, he wants us to team up. Jill's going with Chris, I'm with Brad, and you're with Wesker."

My heart skipped a beat at the mention of riding with Captain Wesker. The room suddenly felt smaller, and I struggled to keep my composure. "Oh… I see," I replied, my voice slightly strained. "Well, if that's the case, then I suppose I have no choice but to ride with him." I couldn't help but wonder if this was some sort of deliberate arrangement, meticulously orchestrated by captain Wesker himself. The thought made me even more nervous. As Chris and Barry exchanged knowing glances, I caught a hint of mischief in Chris's eyes. "Don't worry, mouse," Chris said with a teasing smile. "I'm sure you and the captain will have a great time together." suppressing the urge to roll my eyes at his comment, I mustered up a small smile. "I'm sure we will." I exchanged a brief nod with Jill, who had overheard the conversation. She shot me an encouraging smile before turning her attention back to Chris. It seemed that everyone was in on the joke, except for Wesker himself. I took a deep breath, attempting to steady my racing heart as captain Wesker re-entered the room. His icy blue eyes met mine briefly, and for a moment, a flicker of something unreadable passed through his gaze. Or was it just my imagination?

Captain Wesker approached us, his voice calm and composed. "Mouse. We'll be heading out shortly. I trust you're ready?" his tone held a hint of challenge as if assessing whether I was up to the task. I straightened myself, doing my best to project confidence. "Yes, captain. I'm ready," I replied, my voice steady. He nodded, acknowledging my response, and turned to leave the room without saying another word. I caught Chris's eye as he mouthed the words "Good luck" to me, and I couldn't help but feel a mixture of anticipation and trepidation as I followed Captain Wesker out of the office. Everyone else followed us as we headed to the parking lot. I followed Wekser to his car as Chris and Jill got into theirs, and Barry and Brad got into theirs. The silence between captain wesker and me was palpable as we made our way to his car. The tension in the air was thick, and I struggled to find something to say to break the ice. It was as if every word carried a weight, and I didn't want to say anything that might reveal that my own uncle was the one behind this… Just to get my attention. I carefully avoided making eye contact, fearing that my disguised emotions might give me away.

Captain Wesker opened the car door, and I got in, settling into the passenger seat. Wesker walked around and got in on the driver's side. Putting the keys into the car. The engine purred to life, and as we pulled out of the parking lot, the others filled behind him. As soon as he left the rpd's garage. The rain immediately started hitting the car. The patter of rain on the roof of the car filled the silence between Captain Wesker and me. The rhythmic sound served as a constant reminder of the volatile situation we were heading into. The atmosphere inside the vehicle grew even more tense as drops of rain streaked across the windshield, reducing visibility. I couldn't help but steal a quick glance at him. His sharp features were highlighted by the dim dashboard lights, casting shadows upon his face. The flickering highway lights outside reflected on his sunglasses, shielding his eyes from view. I wondered what he was thinking, what secrets lay behind those enigmatic blue orbs. Wesker expertly maneuvered the car through the rain-soaked streets, his focus unwavering. The sound of static filled the air as he tuned the radio to the frequency used by s.T.A.R.S., ensuring that we would be connected with the team throughout the mission. The crackling voices of our comrades filled the cabin, the urgency in their tone a stark reminder of the gravity of the situation.

I glanced at Wesker, his strong profile illuminated by the dim glow of the dashboard lights. The rainwater trickled down the windows, casting a distorted reflection of his determined expression. There was something mesmerizing about him, the way he exuded confidence even in the face of danger. Trying to distract myself from the whirlwind of emotions I was experiencing, I reached for the radio microphone, my voice steady as I responded to our team. "This is Mouse. We're en route to the location. Eta: 10 minutes," I relayed, my voice carrying a hint of tension. A brief pause followed before Brad's voice crackled through the speakers. "Copy that, mouse. Be careful out there. The situation seems more complicated than we initially thought." I bit my lip, the weight of the situation weighing heavily on me. "Roger that," I replied, my voice determined. "We'll proceed with caution." beside me, Captain Wesker remained silent, his focus solely on the road ahead. The rain intensified, pounding against the car and testing the limits of the wipers. The bleakness of the weather seemed to mirror the increasing unease I felt deep within. As we navigated through the slick streets, it was as if the rain itself was a reflection of the impending danger lurking in the shadows. I gripped the edge of my seat, my knuckles turning white, trying to steady my nerves. What would my uncle do if I showed up too late? It wasn't past him to kill people to prove a point. He may seem like an old man, but he was strong. Knew how to fight. And worse. Knew almost every day to kill.

Before I could dwell too deeply on those thoughts, the crackling of the radio interrupted the silence. Chris's voice came through, laced with urgency. "Mouse, Wesker, we just received new information," Chris relayed, his voice tinged with concern. "The hostage-taker's demands have escalated. We need to act quickly." my heart skipped a beat, the gravity of the situation sinking in. This mission was about to become even more dangerous, even more unpredictable. I glanced at Captain Wesker, expecting to see a flicker of emotion in his eyes, a sign that he too understood the weight of the task ahead. Instead, his gaze remained fixed on the road, his expression detached. It was as if nothing could penetrate that armor of his, as if he were impervious to the emotions that boiled within the rest of us. I tightened my grip on the radio microphone, my voice determined as I responded. "Understood, Chris. We'll proceed with caution and execute the necessary protocol." the storm outside raged on, the rain drumming against the windows like a relentless symphony. The world around us was drenched in uncertainty, each passing second bringing us closer to a precipice from which there might be no return. The weight of the situation settled heavily on my shoulders, the gravity of the mission sinking deeper with each passing moment. I knew that time was of the essence, and that every decision we made could have dire consequences. Yet, as much as I tried to push away the nagging doubts and fears, they lingered in the recesses of my mind.

Captain Wesker's stoicism, while admirable in its own right, only added to my unsettled state. I yearned for a sign that he felt the weight of the situation too, that he understood the risks we faced. But his impassive expression provided no solace, leaving me to confront my fears alone. I heard Brad's voice through the radio again. "Barry and I are at the scene. Waiting for you guys." I nod as I held the radio microphone up again "Are ets: 3 minutes." then Chris replied. "Jill and I are here as well." my heart raced as I listened to the updates coming through the radio. The realization that our team was already at the scene, waiting for us, only heightened the sense of urgency. Every passing second felt like an eternity, and I found myself longing for the comforting presence of my teammates. Captain Wesker's expression remained unchanged, his focus unwavering. It was disconcerting, to say the least, to witness such unwavering composure in the face of imminent danger. Did he truly understand the gravity of the situation, or was he simply immune to the fear that gripped the rest of us? I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves as we approached the location. The rain continued to cascade down, almost as if nature itself was adding to the tension that filled the air. The shadows cast by the streetlights danced on the wet pavement, painting an eerie backdrop to the impending confrontation. I glanced at captain wesker, our eyes briefly meeting before he returned his attention to the road. There was a hint of something in his gaze, something that almost resembled resolve. Perhaps, deep down, he knew the risks we faced, even if he didn't show it.

As we pulled up near the scene, the atmosphere grew increasingly tense. Flashing police lights illuminated the area, casting an eerie glow on the surrounding buildings. I could see the figures of my teammates in the distance, braced and ready for action. Taking a deep breath, I steeled myself for what was to come. The stakes were higher than ever, but I knew that I had to find a way to support my team, but also keep them out of harm's way from my uncle. Wesker and I got out of his car as he walked up to one of the officers there at the scene of the crime. The rain fell relentlessly, its patter against the roof of the cop cars creating a somber symphony as we stepped out into the tense atmosphere. The weight of the mission pressed upon me, and I could feel the intensity of the situation building as the other members of the alpha team gathered. Spoke with the officer, exchanging quick but crucial information, ensuring that we were all on the same page. The officer looked at Wesker before glancing at all of us. "We've got a hostage situation," he said, his voice conveying the gravity of the situation. "The suspect is armed, dangerous, and seems to have a personal vendetta. We need to proceed with extreme caution." I gulp as I nod solemnly, Wesker turned to address the team. His commanding voice cut through the rain-soaked air, his words calculated and authoritative. "Our objective is to neutralize the threat and ensure the safety of the hostages." after going through the plan, the rest of the alpha team quickly fell into formation, ready to execute their respective roles in the mission. My mind lingered on a plan forming in the depths of my thoughts. I believed that if I could somehow separate from the team, I might be able to track down my uncle without endangering the lives of my fellow officers. It was a risky move, and one that could have dire consequences, but I needed to know what he wanted. That note was still hunting me. And it was not something I wanted to explain to the rest of the team. It was… Something I never wanted them to know. I once thought that my uncle was a good person… Then I grew up. As we advanced toward the building, each step I took was weighed down by the knowledge of the danger inside. We entered the building through the back. Wesker took the lead, then Barry, Brad, Chris, Jill, and then me. All the lights were off. My uncle must have cut the power. Another hint that this was my uncles doing. Some of the windows were shattered. Our boots stepped on them with a cracking sound that echoed through the halls.

The shattered windows and the eerie darkness of the building sent a chill down my spine, intensifying the gravity of the situation. The broken glass crunched under our boots, a haunting reminder that danger loomed ahead. I kept my senses sharp, acutely aware of the weight of my secret objective, but also mindful of the safety of my fellow officers. Captain Wesker led the way, his presence unwavering even in the face of uncertainty. His decisive steps and calculated movements set the pace for the rest of the team. Barry, Brad, Chris, and Jill followed closely behind, each one ready to carry out their assigned tasks with unwavering determination. As we navigated through the dimly lit halls, my mind remained fixated on my hidden motive. My desire to confront my uncle, to understand the truth behind his actions, burned within me. But I knew all too well the risks involved in pursuing such a path alone, especially when the safety of innocent lives hung in the balance. The echoing silence was broken only by the sound of our footsteps and the faint, distant whispers of the rain outside. I found solace in the unity of the team, knowing that even in the darkness, we had each other's backs. Suddenly, a sound caught my attention—a faint creaking noise coming from a nearby door. Instinctively, I looked ahead at the rest of alph's team walking ahead. Staying as quiet as I could before avoiding the glass on the floor, walked over to the room I heard the notice coming from. I reached out and slowly turned the handle and slipped into the room, my eyes adjusting to the dim light within. What I found inside stopped me in my tracks—an intricate web of photographs, newspaper clippings, and notes covering the walls. The evidence was overwhelming, a chilling reminder of the twisted mind that lurked behind the violence. I quietly took out my small camera and took a photo. Everything was in Russian, h had been planning this.

"Mad man, what have you done now…"

I mumbled as I walked over to read some of his mad scribbles. Umbrella, test, experiments. These were the words that keep repeating throughout his writing. I shook my head as I slowly walked around the room.

Further ahead, Chris turned down the check on Jill and Mouse. However, Mouse wasn't there. Chris quickly stopped in place and turn to look at the rest of the team. "Wesker! Mouse is missing!" captain Wesker's steely gaze shifted towards Chris, his eyes narrowing with a calculated intensity. Without missing a beat, he swiftly assessed the situation, his voice cool and authoritative as he gave instructions to the team. "Barry, stay with Jill. Brad, you search the immediate vicinity. Chris, with me. We need to find Mouse quickly and regroup."

I was taking notes on what I could, everything looked like it was going to turn to dust if I touched it. There was a note with the name dr. Luis on it I was reading when I heard a very eerie whistle down the hall. The hair is on my arm stood up as a shiver friend on my spine. I recognized that whistle, it was him. It was his 'come find me' whistle. I slowly turned away from the piece of paper on the wall and walk towards the open door and the other side of the room. My camera is put away in my pocket and my gun is back in this place as I walk through it. Pointing it up as I walked around looking around trying to find him. I heard his whistle again down the dark hallway as I turn on the flashlight on my weapon as I walk. I slept into a wire, hearing a clanking sound and a bright flashlight behind me. I turned around and I see the room behind me go up into flames. That information was clearly for my eyes alone looks like you didn't want anyone else seeing it.

"Mouse!!"

I hear Wesker yell. He was on the other side of the flaming room with Chris. They both saw me as their eyes widen. Wekser's hidden behind his sunglasses.

"I-I'm ok!! This place is booby-trapped!!"

Wesker was try looking around in the room before looking at me, but had to step back with the fire growing closer to them.

"Stay there mouse! Will find a way to get to you!"

The flames danced with a menacing glow, inching closer to captain wesker and Chris as they frantically searched for a way to reach me. Panic threatened to consume me, but I forced myself to remain calm, knowing that I had to trust in their expertise to find a solution.

With a heavy heart, I nodded in acknowledgment, understanding that my safety was their priority. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt for jeopardizing the mission, for confronting my uncle instead of staying with the team. As the fire raged, our communication was limited to shouts amidst the crackling flames. Wesker's voice cut through the chaos, his tone sharp and commanding. "Mouse, make sure to stay low and find a safe spot to wait. We'll find a way to reach you. Just stay put." I'm nod my head about to respond when I heard my uncle whistle again. This time growing closer. Wesker and Chris didn't hear it due to the flames and the crackling sound. I saw Chris pull out his radio and tried to communicate to me a couple of times for his glaring at it.

"Dammit!! Signals being jammed wesker!"

My heart raced as I absorbed Chris's words. The realization that my uncle was not only present but actively interfering with our communication sent a chill down my spine. The magnitude of the situation weighed heavily on me, as I understood the implications of his actions. Wesker's features hardened behind his sunglasses, his mind already working through the possible scenarios. He stepped back from the growing flames, his focus unwavering as he addressed me once more. "Mouse, we've lost contact with you. Stay hidden and be prepared for anything. We will find a way to reach you." I swallowed the knot of fear that threatened to rise in my throat, the urgency of the situation fueling my determination. I was well aware of my uncle's capabilities, his cunning nature, and the lengths he would go to achieve his twisted goals. But I had learned from Wesker, from our time together, that fear could be harnessed, weaponized even.

With my senses heightened, I crouched low, my eyes scanning my immediate surroundings for a safe place to hide and wait it out. My hand instinctively reached for the knife I kept concealed in my boot, a piece of reassurance in the face of danger. Shadows flickered around me, the crackling of the fire creating an eerie symphony of chaos. But then, a glimmer of hope emerged. Through the haze of smoke, I caught sight of a ventilation shaft tucked away in a corner. It seemed like a small opening, but it could be my ticket to safety and, eventually, a means to regroup with the team. Carefully, I moved toward the ventilation shaft, mindful of the wire traps and any other hidden dangers that might lie in wait. Struggling to see amidst the smoke and flickering flames, I activated the flashlight on my weapon, casting a dim beam ahead. The beam illuminated a path, a thread of possibility that I clung to with desperation. As I reached the ventilation shaft, I knelt down and pulled out a small toolkit, readying myself to remove the grate and squeeze through the narrow opening. It would be a tight fit, but it was my only chance to escape the escalating dangers surrounding me. As I tried to remove the grat, I heard it again… Coming from the next room. He was there. I slowly stood up, I knew I should just listen to the captain's words, I knew I should go back and stay put so they can find me, but he was right there. There was no hiding with him this close. I'd either have to deal with them or he would deal with me.

A mixture of fear, anticipation, and determination coursed through my veins as I contemplated the choices before me. The weight of my personal vendetta against my uncle bore down upon me, the desire to confront him and put an end to his reign of terror growing stronger with every passing second. But I knew that Wesker and Chris were counting on me to stay put, to prioritize the mission and my own safety. The fire roared around me, the heat intensifying, as if the flames themselves were urging me to action. I hesitated, torn between my allegiance to the team and my burning desire for justice. The sound of my uncle's whistle echoed through the corridors once more, piercing through the chaos, as if luring me into his trap. Instinctively, I tightened my grip on the weapon in my trembling hands, my mind racing through the possible scenarios that lay ahead. In that moment, I made a split-second decision. I couldn't ignore the opportunity presented to me, the chance to finally confront my uncle face-to-face. Pushing aside the conflicting thoughts, I steeled myself for what lay ahead, acknowledging the risks involved. As I took a step forward, my heart pounding in my chest, I slowly entered the room. My gun raised up. There he was leaning back against the counter as he looked at me. A smirk was heavily on his face as my gun was raised to him from across the room. I heard tooth pairs of footsteps running down the hall as I turn my head to look away from my uncle I saw Wesker and Chris towards the other end of the hall.

"Mouse!! Do not engage without--"

I was still blind and confronting my uncle, I didn't check to see if there was anyone else but him in the room. A man stepped off in the shadows and close the door. Locking it quickly to block off Wesker and Chris from me. My uncle smirked as he leaned up from the counter and took a few steps toward me. I quickly look back at him and pointed my gun at him.

"Thank you, comrade! Your service are no longer required."

He said as he pulled out a gun from his back pocket and shot the man in the head, killing him as he fell to the floor. My head snapped over to the man on the floor then back up my uncle. Keeping my weapon raised at him. He put on a fake hurt look as he lowered his gun to his side.

"Mouse! Why the hostility? It's me!"

"You don't get to call me that."

"Daaa! Come on! You're my niece! What uncle doesn't call their niece nicknames?"

I stood my ground, my eyes locked onto my uncle, refusing to let his deception sway me. The flames cast an eerie glow across the room, dancing shadows playing upon the walls. I could see the manipulative glint in his eyes, the twisted pleasure he derived from this twisted game he played. But I wouldn't let him deceive me any longer.

"Save your false pretenses," I retorted, my voice laced with an icy determination. "You lost the right to call me anything a long time ago."

He chuckled, his façade of hurt fading to reveal his true malicious nature. "Oh, my dear niece, your naivety is truly endearing. We all make sacrifices for the greater cause. I merely embraced my true purpose." his words sent a chill down my spine, a reminder of the darkness that resided within him. I had seen enough of his actions and witnessed the destruction he had wrought. There was no turning back now. He put his gun away and walked around the room. His hands were behind his back.

"Did you enjoy the room back there? I didn't really have enough time to make sure the evidence was…. Salvageable but, I'm sure used to have that good memory of yours."

I kept my gun trained on him, refusing to let his attempts at manipulation affect me. Despite the chaos that surrounded us, I focused my attention solely on him, determined to stay one step ahead. "I'm not here for your games, uncle," I replied, my voice steady and resolute. He paused for just a moment to know that I laugh. "Oh, but you are! Otherwise, you wouldn't be here! I mean, you still would have come on this mission. But if you never saw that that's a red red on your desk. You would have never gone looking for me!"

My eye narrowed. "What did you mean by don't trust Wesker? If anything your one to talk about trust."

The fire crackled in the room, casting a flickering glow on our faces as the tension between us simmered. I watched him carefully, his smirk never wavering, as he continued to circle the room. The mention of Wesker had hit a nerve, and I could sense his desire to exploit any shred of doubt I might have.

"Don't trust Wesker," he echoed, his voice dripping with derision. "Oh, mouse, my dear, sweet niece, you have no idea the depths of deception that man is capable of. He's merely using you, playing with your emotions to further his own agenda." I clutched my weapon tighter, steadfast in my loyalty to Wesker. I had seen his dedication first and, and felt the unwavering support he had provided throughout our missions together. My uncle's attempt to sow doubt in my mind only reinforced my resolve. "I trust Wesker with my life," I declared, my voice ringing out with conviction. "Unlike you, he's proven his loyalty time and time again. Your words mean nothing to me." a flicker of annoyance flashed across his face, but he quickly regained his composed demeanor. "Ah, but mouse, you're blind to his true nature. He's a master manipulator, always playing the long game. You're just a pawn in his grand scheme. Can't you see that?" I refused to be swayed by his words. Wesker had been my mentor, my guide. I had witnessed his dedication, his cunning, and his unwavering commitment to our cause. My uncle's attempts to discredit him only fueled my determination to prove him wrong. "I trust my instincts, uncle," I replied, my voice cutting through the air. "And they tell me that Wesker is on the right side of this fight. You, on the other hand, are nothing more than a power-hungry monster." his eyes narrowed, the veneer of control slipping for a moment. "You dare to speak to me like that? I made you who you are! Without me, you'd be nothing!" his words struck a nerve, a reminder of the twisted family ties that bound us together. I felt a surge of anger, but I held onto my composure, refusing to let him see the effect his words had on me. "I may be connected to you by blood," I retorted, my voice filled with a steely resolve, "But I refuse to let your darkness consume me. I will fight against you with everything I have, and I will make sure justice is served." his eyes glinted, a menacing smile playing at his lips. "Oh, mouse, we're connected by more than just blood."

I glared at him as I heard the faint voices of my teammates behind the locked doors. "What do you mean by that!?" I hissed out as a devilish smirk took over his face. "So… They never did tell you." he shrugged. Pulling out something from his pocket. "No matter. It seems your friends are here. Which sadly means… We are out of time." he pulled out two syringes one empty and one full of something. "We will be seeing each other again dear niece. However, before I go I will be leaving you a parting gift."

"Mouse!!"

I heard Wesker's voice behind the door as I heard someone attempting to break the lock. I turned my head to look back at the door to yell back at him when I felt my uncle inject me with the needle. My eyes widen as I saw him smirk and lean in too close to me. "маленький феникс." My vision begin to blur as he injected the other needle into me. Filling it up with my blood before letting me collapse to the floor. One moment he was standing over me. The next wesker was leaning over me with a very concerned look on his face as well as Chris who was sitting next to me.

Wesker's cool voice broke through the haze of confusion, concern lacing his words. "Mouse, can you hear me? Stay with us, we're going to get you out of here." his commanding voice filled me with a strange sense of comfort, my mind grasped onto his words as I tried to make sense of what had just happened. Chris's worried expression mirrored Wesker's, his hand resting gently on my shoulder as he spoke.

"Mouse, what happened? Are you okay?" I blinked, struggling to find my voice, the dizziness and disorientation clouding my thoughts. My uncle's words echoed in my mind, a cryptic phrase that held unknown consequences. I tried to form coherent words, but my voice came out as a weak whisper. "I… I don't know… He… Injected me… Something…" My eyelids felt heavy, closing against my will as darkness threatened to claim me. But Wesker's presence, his unwavering resolve, kept me from slipping away. Wesker's sharp eyes surveyed my condition, his voice calm but urgent. "Stay with me, mouse. We'll figure this out. Chris, we need to get her out of here and back to headquarters. I need to analyze whatever that man injected her with." Chris nodded, his grip on my shoulder tightening as he helped me to my feet. "We've got you, mouse. Just hang in there." as they guided me out of the room, the chaos of the burning building faded into the background, I could hear the police sirens, the heavy rain hitting against everything, the voices of my teammates yelling out my name before everything went to black. As darkness enveloped me, I couldn't shake off the feeling of vulnerability and confusion. Images of my uncle's sinister smile replayed in my mind, his words echoing in my ears. I trusted Wesker and Chris to keep me safe, but the uncertainty of my situation left me feeling uneasy. As consciousness slipped away, my body grew heavy, succumbing to the effects of the unknown injection.

Beep……. Beep…. Beep….. Beep….. What was that….. Beep…. Sound? Beep….. It sounded like a… Beep…. Heart monitor?

"How is she?"

… Captain?

"Her vitals are stable, she should be waking up soon. The injection should be running out of her system shortly."

Beep…

"Do you know what she was injected with Birkin?"

…. Birkin?

"A large amount of propofol."

I could hear the voices floating in and out of my consciousness. The beeping sound became more distinct, gradually pulling me out of the abyss. My eyelids fluttered open, and I found myself lying in a sterile hospital room. The dim lighting was a stark contrast to the chaos I remembered from before. I could still hear the heavy rain hitting the window of my room. As I slowly regained my senses, I realized that I was not alone. Wesker, standing tall and composed as ever, was at my bedside, his piercing gaze fixed on me. His voice carried a mix of concern and curiosity as he spoke. "Mouse, it's good to see you awake. How are you feeling?" his words felt like a lifeline, grounding me in the present as I struggled to gather my scattered thoughts.

I mustered a weak smile and struggled to sit up, feeling a dull ache in my body. "I'm… I'm okay, I think. Just a little disoriented." Wesker nodded, his expression shifting from concern to a more determined focus. "That's to be expected. You were injected with a large dose of propofol, a powerful anesthetic. It should be wearing off soon." I hummed before I turned my head to look over at the doctor. "Who is…." I mumbled, my head still groggy. The doctor by the side spoke up, his voice gentle yet professional. "I'm Dr. Birkin. I've been monitoring your condition since you were brought in. You're in good hands here at the facility." I looked up and down at him. He had a bag that had his name on it. William Birkin, umbrella?

"You work for Umbrella? The pharmaceutical company? What are you doing here?"

Wesker said nothing as Dr. Birkin wrote things down on his clip board.

"Al and I are friends, he called me in for a favor after you were brought to Raccoon Hospital."

He didn't look up at me as he kept writing on his clipboard. I nervously glanced over at Wesker. I knew the moment I was good enough to be discharged and back at the police station. I was going to get chewed out for separating from the group.

"I was simply asked to give my own medical opinion about the situation. Since we weren't completely sure until recently what you were injected with."

He clicked his pen and put it back into his pocket. Taking a look at me then back at Wesker. "Once the other doctor comes in here and takes a look at you. You should be good to be released soon."

"Ah… T-thank you."

I looked up at Wesker again. Wesker's icy blue eyes met mine, a sense of relief evident in his gaze. His voice, as smooth as ever, resonated with a mix of concern and authority. "You gave us a scare, Mouse." he said as there was a knock on the door. Chris looked his head into the room. Looking around and them smiling as he was that I was up. "She's awake!" Wesker tch at him. "Don't yell Redfield, this is a hospital." Chris chuckled nervously as he rubbed the back of his head approaching us. "S-sorry sir." as dr. Birkin excused himself, promising to return with an update, I focused my attention back on Wesker. His stoic facade seemed momentarily softened, but this disappeared as Chris approached me. The one lamp on in the room helps light up Chris and Wesker. The rest was lightened up by the moon that sky shining through the drops of rain hitting the window.

Chris stood by my side, a mixture of worry and relief on his face. His warm smile, a contrast to the seriousness he usually carried, melted away a layer of tension. "Mouse, I'm glad to see you're awake. You had us all worried there." his voice was gentle, grabbing my attention as I looked up at him. "I'm sorry for causing a fuss, Chris," I muttered, feeling a twinge of guilt. Wesker's voice cut through the room, his tone firm and commanding. "What matters now is that you're safe. We'll deal with the rest when you've fully recovered." I nod as Chris put his hand on my shoulder. "What about the mission? What happened to everyone else?" Wesker sighed heavily. "Everyone's fine. The rest of S.T.A.R.S got the hostages out of the building for a collapse." Chris nod his head after Wesker was about done talking. "The captain and I stayed here with you to make sure everything went okay."

I could sense a mix of relief and worry in Chris's voice. It was clear that he had been deeply concerned for my well-being. I took a moment to gather my thoughts before speaking, my voice still weak. "Thank you, Chris, Wesker. I appreciate all you've done. But the man that attacked me--" "Got away." Wesker cut in coldly.

I blinked, taken aback by his response. The severity of the situation sunk in, and a feeling of guilt washed over me. "What? How did he escape?" Wesker's eyes narrowed as he crossed his arms, his voice cool and calculated. "He was aided by a group of mercenaries. They seemed to have planned an elaborate escape route, and we were caught off guard." the news hit me hard, my mind racing with questions. Who were these mercenaries? And how did my uncle have connections to them? Chris's grip on my shoulder tightened, his voice filled with determination. "Don't worry, mouse. We'll find him. We won't let him get away with everything he's done." "Do… Do we know who he was?" Wesker raised an eyebrow at my question. "No, we assumed you probably had an idea with your interaction with them." I had to pretend like I didn't know who that man was. I shook my head slowly. "I don't know… I was saying something but… It's all a blur right now."

Wesker's gaze narrowed slightly, his suspicions apparently piqued. "Mouse, if you remember anything, no matter how insignificant it may seem, you need to let us know," he urged, his voice firm. I glanced between chris and Wesker, trying to keep my composure. "Of course, captain. If anything comes back to me, I'll inform you immediately." Wesker's expression softened fractionally, and he nodded. "Good. We'll need all the information we can get if we're going to put an end to this chaos." As Chris looked at me intently, concern etched on his face, a pang of guilt twisted in the pit of my stomach. I had been keeping secrets, and the weight of it all was starting to wear me down. I tried to change the topic quickly. "How… Long was I out?" "A few hours." Chris said as he pulled up a chair and sat down. "I stand guard outside as Wesker stood guard in here. He didn't leave your side for a moment." Chris said with a slight smirk on his face as I blushed.

Despite my attempts at diverting the conversation, chris' words sent a warmth spreading across my cheeks. I glanced over at Wesker, who was steadfastly avoiding making eye contact with me, his stoic facade in place. But even as he averted his gaze, I couldn't help but notice a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. I cleared my throat, trying to regain my composure. "I appreciate both of you looking out for me. It means a lot." there was a mix of emotions swirling within me—gratitude for their concern, but also a growing unease about the secrets I had been keeping. Chris nodded, his expression softening with reassurance. "Of course, mouse. We're a team, and we look out for each other." Chris glanced over at Wesker with a stupid look on his face. "I meeeaaan, I did offer to take his place for a few minutes so he can go get a drink or take care of anything. But he--" "That's enough, Redfield." Wesker cut him off before he could say another word. Turning his head to look away from me. Dr. Birkin and another doctor re-entered the room. Both of them held their clipboards as the other doctor smiled and Dr. Birkin just…. Had a neutral face on.

"Well, I have some good news. Based on your recent results. We would like to keep you here overnight just to make sure everything gets out of your system. As soon as tomorrow comes you're free to be the storage discharge."

Chris and I smiled as Chris raised his hand up. "I can stay the--"

"I'll be staying the night with her."

Wesker said cutting him off quickly as my head snapped over to him. The shock of Wesker's words hit me like a jolt of electricity. My eyes widened, and I tried to conceal my surprise. Wesker, staying the night with me? It was unexpected, to say the least. My heart fluttered in my chest, and a mix of hope and confusion swirled within me. Was this just a professional courtesy, or was there something more to it? But I couldn't let my emotions get the best of me. I needed to remain composed and focused on the mission.

Chris, on the other hand, seemed taken aback by Wesker's abrupt decision. He raised an eyebrow, obviously surprised by the captain's intervention. "Uh, sir, I'm perfectly capable of staying with her. You don't need to sacrifice your time." Wesker's voice held a hint of finality as he turned to face Chris, his eyes piercing through the tension. "That won't be necessary, Redfield. I'll handle it." my mind was conflicted with emotions. On one hand, I felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness at the prospect of spending the night alone with Wesker. On the other hand, I couldn't help but question his true motives. Was it a mere duty that led him to volunteer, or was there a hidden agenda? I tried to shake off the uncertainty and focused my attention on the doctors. "Thank you, doctors. I appreciate your care and consideration. I'll be in good hands with Wesker." the doctors nodded, offering words of encouragement before taking their leave.

As the room emptied, leaving only Chris, Wesker, and me, an awkward silence settled in. Chris cleared his throat, breaking the tense atmosphere. "Well, if you're in good hands, I suppose I'll head back to headquarters. Just… Take care of her, okay captain?" there was a slightly teasing note in Chris's voice as he emphasized the last two words, his eyes flickering between Wesker and me. Wesker's expression remained impassive, but his voice held a hint of amusement. "Don't worry, Redfield. I'll make sure she gets the rest she needs." Chris flashed a knowing smile, clapped Wesker on the shoulder, and left the room with a final wave.

Now alone with Wesker, I shifted uncomfortably under his penetrating gaze. I couldn't help but feel his presence, enveloping the room, and my heart raced in response. Trying to break the silence, I finally spoke. "Captain, you didn't have to stay. I'm sure I would have been fine on my own." Wesker's eyes locked on mine, and a faint smile played at the corners of his lips. "No, mouse. You're not just fine on your own. You're a valuable member of the team, and I intend to protect you. Besides, I believe spending some time together may offer an opportunity to discuss the case further." his words were soft, almost reassuring, yet there was an undercurrent of underlying motives.

I swallowed hard, trying to process his words and the tight knot forming in my stomach. Wesker's attention was solely focused on me, sending a thrill through my veins but also causing a wave of uncertainty. I nodded, attempting to maintain a sense of professionalism. "Of course, captain. If you think it will help, I'm open to discussing the case." Wesker's smile widened slightly, his eyes glinting beneath his sunglasses. "Good. We have a lot to unravel, mouse, and I believe your insights will be invaluable." as the night wore on, the sound of rain against the window lulled me into a sense of calmness. Wesker remained a constant presence at my side, his vigilance never wavering. I couldn't deny the fluttering in my chest, the mix of excitement and nervousness at being alone with him. As soon as Wesker knew that I was fast asleep. He got out of his chair and left the room birkin waiting just outside the door.

"Did you get the blood sample, Birkin." Wesker asked.

Birkin nodded, holding up a vial filled with a deep red substance. "I managed to retrieve a sample during her examination earlier." Wesker's expression became more focused as he observed the vial. He spoke in a low, controlled tone. "Good. We need to analyze this as soon as possible. We can't afford any more surprises." Birkin nodded in agreement, his eyes briefly darting towards Mouses's room door before returning his attention to Wesker. "I'll take this to the lab and begin the analysis right away." Wesker's gaze never left the vial, his voice carrying a sense of urgency. "Keep me updated on any findings, Birkin. We need to stay one step ahead." "I'll make it my top priority."

As the conversation came to an end, birkin carefully secured the vial in a protective casing before tucking it securely into his lab coat pocket. He couldn't help but feel a mixture of apprehension and excitement coursing through his veins. This experimental blood sample held the potential for groundbreaking discoveries, and he was determined to unlock its secrets.

Leaving Wesker behind, Birkin briskly walked through the sterile halls of the hospital, his footsteps echoing against the cold tile floor. Wesker watched him walk away before quietly entering Mouse's room and shutting the door. Birkin knew he needed to head to the underground laboratory to get started on the blood right away. As he head to his car he paused. Letting out a sigh as he reached for his phone and called someone."

Ring…. Ring…. Ring… Rin-click!

"William, where are you? I know Wesker called you in for a favor but it's been hours."

Birkin swallowed a bit nervously. "I'm going to be staying overnight at the lab. Something has come up." it was quiet on the other side of the phone. Followed by a sigh. "William, you know it's your night to spend wit sherrly--"

"I promise I'll do it tomorrow. Annette. As soon as I get the result back I'll head home and spend the day with her."

Annette sigh.

"Alright. I love you."

"Love you too."

He lowered the phone and hung up before getting into his car and driving away. As he reached the entrance to his spacious and well-equipped laboratory, Birkin took a moment to compose himself. Adjusting his lab coat and straightening his red tie, he pushed open the heavy double doors and stepped into the room. The familiar scent of chemicals and the hum of machinery greeted him, providing a soothing backdrop to his thoughts. With meticulous precision, Birkin prepared his workstation, arranging the necessary equipment and setting up the centrifuge to begin the analysis. His usually shaky hands moved with a newfound steadiness, fueled by his determination to unravel the secrets hidden within the blood sample. Every beep and whir of the machines harmonized with the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, and he soon lost himself in the task at hand. Hours turned into a blur as Birkin meticulously examined the sample, recording his findings and analyzing the data. Concentration etched deeply onto his face, he absentmindedly pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, his eyes scanning the screen with unwavering focus. The thrill of discovery coursed through his veins, overpowering any feelings of exhaustion that threatened to overcome him. Suddenly, a soft chime from his computer broke the silence, signaling the completion of the analysis. Birkin's heart leaped with anticipation as he leaned closer, his eyes widening behind his thick glasses. The screen displayed a host of complex information and glowing charts, indicating a staggering transformation within the blood sample. His hands trembled slightly, a mixture of excitement and anxiety coursing through his veins.

"Now, let's see what secrets you hold," Birkin murmured to himself, his voice filled with a sense of unquenchable curiosity. With a few keystrokes, he began to delve deeper into the extensive data before him, immersing himself further into his work. The room filled with a soft glow from the computer screen as Birkin delved deeper into the mysteries of the blood sample, unaware of the passing time and the world beyond the confines of his laboratory.

My eyes slowly opened. I could still hear the sound of the heart monitor in the rain hitting against the window. The room is star except for the moonlight coming in through the window. Wesker was sitting in a nearby chair waiting over one of the books in the room. I turned my head to one of the stands near my bed and reach out to grab the cup, it was empty. Wesker had noticed that I was up and stood up. Closing his book and setting it down before walking over to my side. "Do you want me to get you more water?" he asked as I nod my head. "Please?" my voice was slightly hoarse as I had just woken up. Wesker's gaze softened. He nodded, his eyes briefly flickering to the empty cup before returning to meet mine. "Give me a moment." he swiftly made his way out of the room and returned shortly with a filled glass of water. As he handed it to me, our fingers brushed, sending a shiver down my spine. I took a small sip, grateful for the refreshing coolness. The taste of water, for a moment, distracted me from the weight of our situation. But it didn't take long for reality to settle back in. Silence filled the room as Wesker watched over me, his presence both comforting and unnerving. He leaned against a nearby wall, his gaze fixed on mine, conveying an unspoken connection. "Thank you sir." I said before taking another sip. He nod his head as he watched me.

Wesker's icy blue eyes held a glimmer of something that I couldn't quite decipher. It was a mixture of concern and something deeper. He seemed to be searching for something within me, as if trying to unravel the thoughts that lay beneath the surface. The intensity of his gaze made me momentarily forget about the chaos that surrounded us, focusing solely on the connection between us. A small smile played at the corners of his lips as I expressed my gratitude. "You're welcome," he replied softly, his voice holding a trace of something genuine. Wesker's usual stoic demeanor seemed to soften at that moment, revealing a side of him that I rarely had the chance to witness. His presence, though still imposing and commanding, carried a subtlety that made my heart skip a beat. Taking a step closer, Wesker's voice dropped to a low murmur, as if sharing a secret. "The doctor said that you should be fine to go to work. But I want you to take one more day away from work. Just to make sure your fully recovered from this. I'll have someone stay with you if you need it.

The concern in Wesker's voice caught me off guard. His words echoed with a level of care that I hadn't anticipated. Despite his typically stoic nature, there was a genuine worry for my well-being shining through. My heart fluttered at the thought of him going to such lengths to ensure my recovery. I met his gaze, my eyes widening slightly as I processed his request. It was unexpected, yet undeniably tempting to accept. Another day of rest wouldn't go unappreciated, considering the harrowing events we had been through. But a part of me hesitated. I didn't want to appear weak or incapable in his eyes. However, considering the trust I had in Wesker's judgment, I knew he had my best interests at heart. Swallowing the pride that threatened to override my better judgment, I nodded, my voice slightly shaky. "Thank you, captain. I… I think that would be wise." a sense of relief washed over me, knowing that I had his support. "And if someone could stay with me, it would provide an added layer of reassurance." Wesker's lips curved into a faint smile, his eyes reflecting a mixture of satisfaction and relief. "Very well, mouse. I'll arrange for someone from the team to remain in close proximity. They will ensure your safety and provide any necessary assistance." his assurance sent a wave of comfort through me, knowing that I wouldn't have to face the next day alone.

As the room fell into a comfortable silence, I couldn't help but appreciate the depth of the trust that had formed between us. Wesker's watchful presence was both calming and unnerving, a constant reminder of how intertwined our lives had become. In the midst of chaos, he remained a steady anchor, ensuring my well-being even when the world around us was crumbling. I took another sip of water, relishing its coolness as I watched Wesker's unwavering gaze. It was a rare glimpse into the depths of his character, and it left me yearning for more. But I knew that the time for such thoughts would come later. For now, I needed to focus on my recovery. "Maybe have Chris do it? We were meant to hang out after this mission anyways." Wesker smirked. His voice slightly teasing me. "I'm not sure you understand, mouse. We want you to rest. Not to come into work with your ears ringing and a headache." a playful smile tugged at the corners of my lips as Wesker's teasing remark echoed in my ears. His voice, filled with a hint of amusement, danced with a charismatic charm that I couldn't help but be drawn to. It was a rare sight to witness this side of the imposing captain, and the glimpse into his more casual nature was intriguing. "Alright, alright, captain," I replied, a mock pout on my face as I played along. "But only because you said so." his smirk widened, his icy blue eyes sparkling with amusement. "Good," he replied, his tone laced with a hint of satisfaction. Wesker left to refill my glass one last time before it's placing it next to me. "Now get some rest." he said.

I nodded, appreciating Wesker's insistence on rest and his attentive care. His teasing tone had lightened the atmosphere, and there was a shared understanding beneath the playful banter. As he placed the glass of water next to me, our fingers brushed again, sending a thrill through me. It was a subtle touch, but one that lingered in the air, leaving a trail of desire in its wake. "Thank you, captain," I whispered, my voice filled with gratitude and a hint of anticipation. "For everything." Wesker's smile softened, his eyes searching mine for a moment before he nodded. "You're welcome, mouse," he replied, his voice carrying a tenderness that made my heart skip a beat. "Rest well. I'll check in on you soon." with that, Wesker turned and made his way back to his chair and book. His presence faded into the shadows, his departure leaving me yearning for more. I settled back into the pillows, feeling a mix of emotions swirling within me. The weight of the recent events still clung to my thoughts. Closing my eyes, I let the steady beat of the rain lull me into sleep. Unaware of what was about to happen to me.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ 𝘖𝘴 𝘪𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘮, 𝘌𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢 𝘦𝘪𝘶𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳 𝘪𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘶𝘮.

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