Resident Evil: Code Genesis

Disclaimer: For once in a while, I’m writing this for two of the greatest Albert Wesker fans I’ve met: Wesker’s Countess and Madam Wesker of DeviantArt. All three of us wish for a sequel where Wesker returns. Honestly, is it Resident Evil without the guy? He MADE the series. I can accept his death, but I don’t have to like it. So, for your reading pleasure, I create a story featuring his utter return. This is for fans, not to be taken too literally.

“Change is the constant, the signal for rebirth, the egg of the phoenix.”

--Christina Baldwin

“Life, death, and rebirth are inevitable.”

--Rig Veda

By: VampireQueenAkasha

“Sure I’m not human anymore! But LOOK at the power I’ve obtained!”

--Albert Wesker, Code Veronica

Chapter Eighteen: Not Tomorrow II

Baltimore City, Maryland

Rose was hissing, face pressed into the glass of the window as she watched the others behind it furiously. Sherry was busy at work, manipulating a peculiar rod-like device and swinging it back and forth in front of Rose’s eyes. Oddly enough, the hellish being seemed to follow it curiously as it moved back and forth.

“She still possesses some form of awareness, so we know that she isn’t completely animal,” Sherry stated, “But whatever or whoever is doing this to her must hate you very much, Wesker.”

He stared at her with a scowl. “What?”

Sherry smiled. “Think about it,” she said, “You get close to some kind of truth, and now all of a sudden, this happens to her, a fellow comrade closest to you. It seems to me that whatever I was saying had some truth to it otherwise this wouldn’t have come to pass.”

Wesker’s brow furrowed. Sherry was right after all. He had indeed thought about the idea of who could be behind this. But even so…Wesker recalled that person meeting his end so long ago, so there was no possible way that it could be…him.

“Wesker…”

Beth was staring at him sadly, standing nearest the window and watching her hellish fury of a friend beating against it with every intention of escaping and killing her. She wanted to know what the plan was to help her and Wesker seemed ill-intent on telling her.

“What is it?” Wesker asked, gruffly.

“What should we do?” Beth asked, her voice filled with pain.

Wesker glared at her from behind his glasses. “There’s nothing that we can do, Beth,” he said, harshly, “Not until we have a further grasp on what is going on. Until then, let’s leave it to the one with the resources at the moment.”

Sherry, in the meantime was already setting up another tool and she glanced at the corner of her eye as soon as Wesker finished with what he was saying. She furrowed her brow and a small smile touched her lips before she went back to business.

Jonas was facing Rose sheepishly from behind the glass. “Rose, it’s your ol’ buddy, Jonas Burton!” he insisted, “I…I mean, I know you like cheesecake, red wine when it is exactly 10 years old, and you think that Saturday morning cartoons are a ridiculous farce built by man to enslave children!”

Rose snarled at him and slammed her fist against the glass. Jonas jumped back and actually looked hurt that time. Rose really didn’t know them at all. Sherry caught this look and smiled comfortingly.

“Jonas, something is controlling her,” she explained, “Once I figure out just what that is and correct it; she’ll be your friend once more.”

Rose hissed at her and clawed at the glass, eyes flaring wildly with hunger and animal fury. Sherry considered something before she spoke, looking at Jonas again.

“Hey, there is plenty of food for you and the others,” she offered, “Help yourself while I have a word with Wesker.”

Jonas nodded and rushed off to join the others across the warehouse. Wesker meanwhile watched Sherry curiously, wondering just what it was that she had on her mind right now. He had to guess that she was going to ask about his plans.

“Wesker, if I decide to save this woman, what’s in it for you?”

Wesker glanced at Sherry with a frown etched on his features. “Why is that of any importance to you?” he asked, “It is clear that I had nothing to do with the global outbreak, so why lay blame onto me?”

“I wasn’t laying any blame onto you,” Sherry argued, “I want to know what’s been going on with this girl. Why is she the same as you? Why does she possess the same eyes as you do?”

Wesker scowled now. He didn’t particularly enjoy having himself interrogated, especially by one such as Sherry Birkin who possessed more resources than he himself did right now.

“The more time we waste talking, the greater the chance Rose will be lost forever,” Wesker told her, and then adding in a cruel tone, “Do you want that on your conscience, Sherry?”

Sherry glared at him. That was typical Wesker for you, using the guilt routine to get what he wanted. Well, unfortunately for Sherry, it worked.

“No, I suppose not.” she finally said.

Meanwhile

BSAA Headquarters

Jill and Chris returned to base with the information that they had gathered from Atlantic City. They were alive and in one piece, much to Sheva’s relief. After hearing Chris’ distraught sate over the phone, she had been concerned for his safety the entire time.

“What do you got?” Jason asked, appearing at Sheva’s side suddenly.

Chris held up a collection of folders and stared at the chief gravely. “I think we need to take a look at this, pronto.”

At the tone, Jason knew that Chris had found something very important. He nodded and ushered the two BSAA soldiers into the building for some rest and food. All around the base, zombies had crowded by the fence that held strong, and every once in a while, a guard would take one down.

As soon as Chris and Jill had something to drink, they revealed the folders to the entire staff of higher up. They were going through scraps of what looked to be a diary of some kind. Every executive member of the BSAA looked concerned and grave.

“This diary suggests something about a woman,” Chris said, “Obviously someone of great importance. Listen,” He held up the papers and began to read them out loud, “’It’s the first day of her job. I’m a little scared knowing that HE could press that button at any time. He knows that too. He knows that she is too important for us to kill or attempt to arrest should she somehow…lose it’.”

Jason grunted with a frown. “Does it have a name listed of who this woman could be?” he asked.

Chris quickly fingered through the documents in hand, his hands trembling the entire time. Jill caught this and quickly came to his aide, helping him go through the papers until he found just what he was looking for. A fax paper that had been torn around the edges and smeared with dried blood.

“There’s too much blood, but this was a fax that was sent to the woman for delivery confirmation of tests samples. It says Rose, but the rest is smeared with blood.” Chris told them all.

Jason rose from his chair and gestured to Josh standing in the corner. “Josh!” He stood at attention. “I want you to go over the list of employees with that name at the Atlantic City Research facility and come back with what you can.”

Josh nodded. “Yes, sir.” He walked out of the room after a quick salute.

Jason turned his attention back to Chris. “Now, about this…Albert Wesker…”

Chris was prepared for the worse right now as soon as all attention was turned to him. After all, he had no credible evidence to hold up to them right now. It was his word and Jill’s against theirs.

“I am telling you, sir that is who I saw!” Chris insisted, “He has accomplices and they escaped south! I believe that Wesker might be responsible for all of this!”

“And how do you know that?” Jason asked, collecting the documents from the table, “There have been no signs of him in the air, no one has breathed a word of him, he hasn’t made any terrorist claims to the BSAA—which I am sure he’d be angry with—and there has been not a single shred of evidence that he is still alive.”

“But…”

Jason shook his head. “Chris, there is more at stake here than one man,” he told him, sternly, “Get Albert Wesker off the brain and get to work looking for survivors.”

Chris tightened his lips with a frustrated sound in his throat. No one believed him. No one believed that he had seen the tyrant, but Jill. Albert Wesker was still alive and he was going to prove that to Jason.

“I found it!”

The triumphant sound in Sherry’s voice drew everyone close to her. She was cradling a peculiar device in hand and waving it back and forth in front of Rose. She was grinning wickedly, drool dripping down her chin.

“What is it?” Wesker asked.

“There are two metal devices inside her chest and skull,” Sherry told them, “I’m picking up on high frequency beta waves. That’s what was causing her to attack all of us. Someone’s controlling her.”

“Then how do we switch ‘em off?” Jonas asked, “Could we perform surgery to get them out of her?”

“No. Surgery requires a lot of tools and effort and we don’t have that kind of time,” Sherry explained, “I think a high electrical discharge might be enough to fry the chips inside of her.”

“Well, then let’s do that!” Krauser said, grinning.

Sherry grunted, a little uncertain. “But that’s the thing,” she continued, “I don’t know what it would do to her. I can’t say if these chips are connected to her heart or brain. Frying them might only kill her.”

Everyone reacted with horror at that. Wesker’s lips parted in a gasp. Not even he wanted Rose to perish in such a way; however, he couldn’t keep her this way for long. And the fact someone was controlling her to kill them made him decide on the idea all together.

“Look at her…” Krauser muttered, “She would want this than be a crazy animal, man. I say we do it.”

Wesker nodded at that, against the protests of the other two. It was a risk that they had to take and he knew that Rose would have agreed to this had she vocalized it herself. He knew Rose had a sense of pride about her and she wouldn’t want to spend the rest of her days as a monster.

“Do it.”

Sherry, despite her reluctance, nodded once. She bent over to retrieve a sent of jumper cables from a desk drawer and walked across the warehouse to retrieve two car batteries on a pulley. She connected the cables to the batteries and to a small cycling generator in the corner. She gestured to the generator and looked at Jonas.

“Alright, that is operated with the use of a bicycle; I need you to charge it up for me before I let her out.”

Jonas paled and climbed onto a bicycle. “You’re gonna what?!” he exclaimed.

“The cables only go so far,” Sherry told him, “And we need to work quickly.” She gave a cueing nod to Krauser. “All we need is enough of a charge to short out the chips. So when I say open, do it.”

Krauser nodded, back pressed into the wall and hand clenching the knob of the door. Jonas panted as he cycled as quickly as he could. Just as Sherry nodded to Krauser, he opened the door and Rose burst from it, snarling like a savage beast. She looked around wildly, her nostrils flaring before she dove right for Wesker.

He was ready for her this time, arms coiling around her waist and holding her to him as the force of her tackle slid them across the floor. Rose struggled and shrieked, teeth snapping in his face, spittle dripping down the length of his jaw line. He stared at her calmly and coldly, refusing to release her.

“Damnit, Rose,” he hissed.

She grinned at him so suddenly and snarled, her jaws locking onto his throat, teeth sinking into the flesh there. Wesker’s eyes snapped wide and a sharp grunt of pain escaped his gritted teeth. Bright crimson blood began to seep from the place where her mouth was latched.

“Shit!” Krauser snapped, “Hang on, boss!” He fired his weapon into the air to alert Rose to him instead. “Hey, get off of him, you bitch! Come and get me!”

Rose glanced back at him with a sharp hiss, obviously all attention diverted to him now. She released her jaws from Wesker and gave him a fierce kick, sending him sliding across the floor and into the crates before she cracked her neck, turning to the others now. She licked her blood-covered lips and her eyes landed onto Beth.

She was defenseless, no one near her to offer help of any kind. The animal instinct forced into Rose told her that this was a perfect prey. With a roar of blood-thirsty need, she dove through the air and slammed her weight into Beth, sending her scattering across the floor and into the generator.

“Rose!” Beth cried, as a hand closed around her throat. “Rose, please, don’t do this!”

Rose snickered dryly down at her and raised her other hand into a flattened pointing gesture, one that Wesker was familiar with as he staggered to his feet. It was a technique that he was starting to teach her. She was still quite sloppy, but she knew how to deliver a fatal blow nonetheless.

“Rose!” Beth begged, “It’s me, your best friend! Please, don’t!”

Rose grinned at her and brought the hand down. Beth’s eyes squeezed shut as she anticipated brutal pain. But just as she opened her eyes, Rose’s hand had frozen inches from her nose. Beth looked up, confused.

Rose’s face was a mask of pain and struggle. Her eyes were tightly shut in pain and her lips pulled back in a show of her teeth, a grimace of concentration. She was moaning loudly and struggling with her hand that had been inches from killing Beth.

“Rose!” Beth cried.

Rose blinked and there was a bit of warmth in her eyes that came and went as quickly as a flash. She moaned and her grip tightened on Beth’s throat, a reflexive gesture that spoke of her losing the battle with herself.

Suddenly, Sherry jumped behind Rose and connected the jumper cables to her head and back. The charge was sent clear through Rose’s body, drawing a shrill scream of agony from her. Her frame spasmed and she released her grip on Beth, jaw locked open as she collapsed to the ground, smoke billowing from her clothes and hair.

The unknown being that watched this noticed the screen that revealed Rose’s vision through his computer suddenly filled with static. He simply smiled and leaned back, pressing the tips of his fingers together and a soft chuckle left his lips.

“Perfect…”

“Shit!” Jonas cried, rushing at her side. He grunted. “I really hope she doesn't remember that when she's back to normal.”

The others joined him and they quickly inspected Rose to see if she was still alright. Wesker turned her onto her back and gave her cheeks a few light pats. Her eyes were wide open and she wasn’t moving.

“Rose?” Wesker said, bringing his two fingers to her neck to check for a pulse. There was one…faint. “She’s not breathing…”

Sherry watched as the two friends of the woman began to verbally freak and she immediately released her hold on the jumper cables. Certain guilt at what she had done was creeping up her spine like a shiver of anguish all in one shot. She had not meant to do this, but it was not her decision to make, but the decision of her own friends.

A loud crash resonated through the air and everyone looked up. The wood that had held one of the windows shut had splintered and three zombies were pouring in. Jonas gasped in horror.

“That’s not good!” he cried.

Sherry hurried to her weapon’s crate and she quickly loaded a shotgun. Wesker watched her curiously and hoisted Rose onto his back. Beth was worried for Sherry now in such a condition.

“Sherry, come with us!” Beth said, “We could really use your help!”

Sherry smiled at her and shook her head. “No. I have to stay,” she told her, “My place is here. But take the data stick inside my computer. I downloaded everything you’ll need to know onto it.”

A blast from her shotgun took out a zombie that had been sticking its head through the window, taking it clean off. Sherry grunted and took a few steps back, but not before removing the memory stick from the drive of her computer and tossing it to Wesker. He stared at her with amazement and she smiled.

“Find the bastard and kill him!” she said.

Wesker smirked at this. Sherry certainly had grown up since he had last seen her. This was a decent change in the young girl. Not as righteous as some of those he had come to cross paths with. It would be a shame to part with such a valuable asset, but he had the information that he needed.

With that, they rushed out of the warehouse and into the RV, driving away as the zombies took notice and started to pursue, even after the vehicle was long gone. Wesker was performing CPR, alternately compressing Rose’s chest fifteen times, quickly, and breathing into her mouth twice.

Jonas and Beth were freaking out, crying and saying silent prayers to themselves that she was going to be alright. Krauser was driving and he glanced into the rearview mirror, brow furrowed with a hint of sympathy only because of how Rose had treated him. She had given him a second chance at life and treated him like a fellow individual. He would surely miss her should she die.

“Come on, Rose.” Wesker said softly.

Suddenly, Rose’s entire body seized and her eyes widened and blinked. He pulled away as soon as she coughed several times and even threw up a little to the side. Everyone grinned in relief and Wesker chuckled softly

“Good girl, Rose,” he murmured, “Good girl.”

Krauser let loose a whoop. “Alright, girl!” he hollered, laughing, “You got a lot of spirit! Welcome back!”

Beth and Jonas immediately threw their arms around their friend and laughed, tears streaming from their eyes. They were filled with joy and relief that their dear friend Rose Bedford managed to survive another day.

“What…?” Rose groaned, “What happened?” She looked around. “Where…?” She winced and held her stomach.

“Rose?” Beth said.

She grunted and gave them all a sheepish smile. “I’m hungry.”

They all laughed at that.

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