Albert Wesker and the Long Goodbye
Albert Wesker and the Long Goodbye
Author's Note: Hello! A serious chapter for a serious world (also it's fairly short... sorry) Birkin says 'fuck' a lot. Please forgive him he means well. Let me know what you think don't be too mean though as it makes me sad, just be an acceptable level of mean. Also forgive the fact that this is 100% Resident Evil and 0% ponies, I almost feel bad uploading this chapter to a site about MLP fanfic. There will be ponies soon I promise. It also ends pretty abruptly too but that's mainly for effect. Will do my best to answer any questions posed in the comments too as I feel like I've been really negligent towards this story and I'm worried the recent quality has dropped off. I promise I worked super hard on this chapter. Beta'd by JasonTaylorBlogs.
Albert Wesker had started to become accustomed to awakening in the pitch black. It certainly felt much more familiar and welcoming than foreboding nothingness had any right to be. On this particular occasion, however, the lack of a presence beside him was what struck him first.
“Miss Dark? Are you there?”
A pregnant pause followed.
“Did I fall asleep?”
Another period of silence followed this question and Wesker rolled his eyes at the stupidity of his own enquiry. “Is it just this tedium until I awake?”
No dream-mist creature greeted him, but a scene was gradually illuminating before his eyes, much to his growing unease.
“Playing hard to get? How tiresome...”
What greeted the former Umbrella employee was himself on a (for the time) high-tech satellite phone. Within seconds, the real Wesker recognised the scenario that was about to unfold, and his stony expression and set jaw matched those of his dream counterpart. The darkened control centre around them flickered dully, the LED displays shining their eerie green glow and somehow making the blond look more tired and aged than his indifferent mask would ever reveal.
“You're not listening to me, Will.”
For the first time in eleven years, Wesker heard the voice of his old comrade William Birkin once more, this time ringing ethereally in his ears, but all it did was fill him with a heavy sense of foreboding as his friend's sharp tones echoed in his mind and the drama inevitably played out.
“I'm listening fine, Al, I just don't agree.”
The false Wesker sighed in exasperation, “'Agree' implies that I was expressing an opinion; I am simply stating a fact. Take note of what I am saying: you will die if you continue waiting for the US government to retrieve the G-Virus. Leave it behind and rebuild. You cannot do a thing if you are dead. Umbrella doesn’t specifically want you dead; they just don't care if they mow you down to get to your research. Take that opportunity to leave.”
Birkin growled in frustration, “You know how much graft went into this project! You saw what we did to Lisa Trevor! I am holding the secret to biological immortality in my hand right now and you want me to toss it away? To put it back in the care of that fucker, Spencer? Never! I refuse to let that happen.”
Dream Wesker raked a hand through his increasingly non-perfect hair in total annoyance, but his tone remained even, “So you'll die for immortality? Ironic, don't you think?”
“Goddamn it, Al, don't go all Caitlin on me. This isn't a social experiment; this isn't psychology; it's not another chance to show off how fucking clever you are!”
A deathly silence followed Birkin's remark. All that could be heard was Wesker's gentle, measured breaths and the contrast of Birkin's ragged, gulps of air.
Demonic red eyes flashed behind mirrored lenses as a phone was gripped tightly, “You know me better than anyone, Will. You'll know that I'm serious when I say ‘don't ever mention her again.’”
“Are you angry Al? Are you actually showing human emotions? Wow!” Birkin scoffed sarcastically. “And all it took was me mentioning the woman you killed and the idea of the G-Virus slipping through your fingers! I should've known.”
“BIRKIN!” the inhuman screech that emanated from the blond was even more unnerving over a decade later in third person to himself than it must have been to the mousy brunette at the time, and the dream Wesker was visibly shaking even as he composed itself. “If I merely wanted to take the G-Virus, I would just tear it from the corpse of whoever owned it at the time. Regardless of whether that person was you or the USS members who had just murdered you.”
Birkin began to interrupt but was spoken over smoothly and effortlessly, “You did me a great favour by providing me with the progenitor virus; I owe my ascension above humanity to you, and you would be a valuable asset in any future endeavours, regardless of whether or not you have a G-Virus sample.”
An audibly shaken Birkin let out a deep breath. “I... I can't. I thought you would understand.”
Wesker typed rapidly on the 3rd-Organisation-provided equipment to confirm what he already knew. “I understand that Umbrella's Security Service is a short time away, infinitely closer than any government escort. I know they have pinpointed your location and established surveillance. You cannot survive this scenario with the G-Virus and your life. If you are half as intelligent as you pretend to be, you'll choose your life.”
“And you know this how?”
Despite the situation, Wesker half-smirked, “All this time together and now is when you begin to doubt my resourcefulness?”
The tired amusement in William Birkin's voice was prevalent throughout his response, “What can I say? I was worried dying might have taken the wind out of your sails.”
A quiet huff of mirth followed, “Not a chance, Will. I have landed on my feet, and Umbrella's combat data and bio-weapon research has landed me a high-ranking position here at the Organisation. And there's room for another head researcher...”
Only suspicion met the tentative offer, “And the G-virus?”
“Can be replicated. Can be taken back from Umbrella. It is not as essential as the man who perfected it. God-damn it Will, listen to yourself. You're obsessed! What's the difference between you and James Marcus right now?”
“I'm alive.”
“For how much longer? When you cling to a test tube as death approaches? They have their orders: retrieve the sample by any means necessary. You don't have to die today...we can rebuild.”
Birkin's voice was sad and low now; no longer the pitched whine that had previously erupted from him, “No... We can't. Years went into this, Al. Years we don't have anymore. I'm not the nihilist you are; humanity does have a future, and I'm looking at it right now. The G-Virus has the potential to change the world for the better, and I'm not putting that kind of power in the pocket of someone like Spencer. I have a duty.”
“Let's talk about your duty. Do you not have a duty to your wife and child?”
“Al... Don't you dare…”
“I certainly do dare. Logic appears to have flown over your head by a sizeable distance, so perhaps I need to break form and appeal to your emotions. You cannot choose the G-Virus over your own family. Surely not you Birkin.” Even now, the real Wesker saw the irony and desperation of an unabashed sociopath attempting to appeal to anyone's moral compass.
Birkin could tell Wesker's heart wasn't really in his argument and cut through it with laser precision. “Don't even talk about Sherry and Annette; I know Annette understands how vital the G-Virus is, and Sherry...” There was another heavy pause, “I know she deserves the better world that it can provide her.” Then Will faltered for a moment, “Can you promise me one thing though, Al?”
“I'm loathe to blindly agree to promises, and how much is my word really worth to you at the moment, Will?”
“Everything when it comes to this...” Wesker could hear him swallow nervously at the other end of the phone. “If I die...promise me you'll keep Sherry safe and out of this whole mess. Don't let her become a bargaining chip for Umbrella, or worse... an experiment. Promise me.”
“I...”
“Promise me! Don't involve her in these fucking games! Let her live a normal, happy life. That's all that matters.”
The dream Wesker pressed a gloved hand to his temple and realised the losing battle he was fighting. “I promise, Will. I'll do everything I can to keep her out of it.”
A relieved sigh echoed through the blond's ears, “Thank you, Al.” His sharp ears picked up a clink as Birkin apparently turned the G-Virus sample he was holding in his hand and appeared to momentarily forget he wasn't alone, “It's sheer perfection. My precious G-virus. No one will ever take you away from me.”
“Will?”
Whatever reply Birkin had planned went unsaid as the phone was thrown down unceremoniously, left on as Wesker had to strain to hear his best and only friend's final moments, both muffled and faint.
An unknown voice was the first to be made out, “There he is!”
Then Birkin responded with something that Wesker couldn't quite make out before the first voice spoke once more, “We're here for the G-Virus sample.”
“Sorry, but I won't just hand over my life's work.”
Those were William Birkin's true last words as the smashing of glass and the echoing of machine gun fire followed this statement.
“Will? Will! Answer me!”
“Stop, you might hit the sample!”
Wesker felt tightness in his chest as he continued talking into the void, “Will?”
“That's it, all right. Move out.”
“Will! Answer this fucking phone!” Wesker growled with uncharacteristic fury as he pressed the receiver more forcefully into his ear to pick up any trace response.
“William! Oh my, hold on darling, I'm taking care of that bullet wound first, stay here!”
Wesker carried on listening to the grotesque pantomime as he heard Annette's footsteps go further and further away from the phone. Then unnerving silence, until an incredibly loud and monstrous roar caused the blond to jerk his head away from the device in his hand, “Don't tell me... Please say you didn't...” All communication then instantly ceased as though the phone had suddenly been put out of commission and Wesker slowly lowered the phone from his ear.
There was a moment of silence as the black-clad scientist steepled his fingers and bowed his head low as though praying; though the real Wesker could distinctly recall that he was not doing so.
Within seconds, his head had arisen and there was no emotion on his immaculate face. Cracking his knuckles, he pressed a few keys on the keyboard in front of him and the visage of a female of Asian descent appeared before him on screen.
“Miss Wong...” he paused for effect as he spread his gloved hands disarmingly, “I have an assignment for you.”
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Huh, I was just thinking about this fic
And thus, Ada Wong is brought into the picture. It's nice to see this story is no longer dead and still is updating. Huzzah for future chapters!
As someone who never played the Resident Evil games, could someone give a quick summery of what just happened? As in, context and such?
I wounder if ada showing herself in this chapter is a foreshadow to her in mlp world
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will shot the hell by a USS member and injected himself with the g-virus transforming him into a monster.
ada will be sent in to kill him and protect will's daughter and the remaining g-virus sample she possesses.
So that's how Ada got involved in RE2.
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4852873 As I understand it, William Birkin injected himself with his own G-Virus just before the USS arrived, 'killed' him, and ran off with it. I'm not sure whether the USS actually managed to get away with it or not. Anyways, Birkin mutated into a hideous monster as a result, and actually wound up hunting down his own wife and daughter in the end. I'm pretty sure Annette died trying to kill him, but Leon S. Kennedy and Claire Redfield managed to save Sherry Birkin on their way out of Raccoon City. William Birkin pursued them, but they fought him off and killed him. Sherry Birkin wound up with the G-Virus antibodies in her system, and she was-- oh. Um, I probably shouldn't spoil anything else, since the author is apparently going to be focusing on this, hehe.
Anyways, that should give you enough to go on.
Characters - Leon S. Kennedy (Rookie cop working for the Raccoon City Police Department. He literally winds up in the zombie attack on his very first day in the force. He is blonde-haired, blue-eyed, ambidexterous and athletic, practically a genius, and a VERY good shot with a pistol. 178 cm tall, weighs 155 pounds.
I am a huge geek.)Claire Redfield (Sister of Chris Redfield, whom she traveled to Raccoon City to search for. University student with an interest in motorcycles. Leon saves her from a zombie early on, and they quickly team up to get the frakk out of the city. She is trained in weapons and hand-to-hand combat by her brother and knows how to handle herself well. Red-haired, blood type O, 169 cm tall.)
This was indeed a serious chapter...Nice to see an update
Hmm. Still a good chapter.
Fun fact: I have played Resident Evil 2 more times than any other game. I was beating scenarios in under 30 minutes constantly because I could not justify playing slower and pretty much stopped bothering to pick up anything unnecessary and I never saved.
I have no idea what just happened, but nonetheless I liked it quite a bit!
Good job so far, but I think that Wesker would be much more composed and prepared for Will to mention his dead girlfriend... Or did that actually happen? I didn't play the games.
Gotta be serious once in a while, I suppose.
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I know. Wish I didn't though.
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Fixed.
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Caitlin was actually invented by me. Original character and all that jazz.
Also I probably should've written it in but since the day that he killed her, Wesker hasn't mentioned her once so Birkin basically followed suit for 5 years. Behind the scenes info buddy. 
Ah, a jarring return the memories of Wesker! Wonderful!
I'd always believed, despite his emotionless facade, that Wesker truly did regret the death of William Birkin, his closest friend.
Very well written!
This chapter is very well written, as always. Also, I feel compelled to say, a while back you said there were some key stories you wanted to tell, that's why you skipped an episode or two. I would respectfully suggest you move straight to telling them. You can always add in the rest of the episodes later. Please don't misunderstand me; I like every chapter, and I truly appreciate the slice - of - life stories (honestly they're probably my favorites), but if you are close to dropping the story, it's better to have written down the parts you really wanted to share with everyone, rather than a bunch of chapters that work towards a climax that will never come. I've seen too many great stories that end up canceled, that had an interesting premise like this one does, but the author loses their muse before they really accomplish what they set out to do. I want to reiterate that I'm a big fan of this story, and I look forward to whatever you write.
Yay finally caught up and seriously can't wait for the next chapter
None the less I will be patient
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youre 118 fucking weeks late to the party man lol
Aw crap another one who's author hasn't been online in near a month. Seriously did a plane crash or something?
5304823 Nothing is invincible. My avatar pic is the ponified version of one of the most powerful video game charecters ever made. Discord could win if my avatar doesnt eat a pony and take its soul amd magoc plus memories about a million times.
Sorry for annoying you on your user page. I just hope you'll continue this.
5314472 defeat and killed are two totally different things. You may be able to defeat a god, but, a god is invincible (unable to be truly finished off) and will always com back for revenge. Being set in stone or banished to another relm will never kill a god. It's just a minor inconvenience that the god has to overcome. Thus, a god Is truly invincible.
5485695 In the season 4 finale, discord called himself a being of magic and chaos. Is Tirek kept absorbing his magic, discord would have been no more, probably even after Tirek was stopped, as his magic would have returned to the world.
And God's can fade if defeated well enough. So yeah.
5502505 the only way to kill a god is to prove he exist. For proof denies faith, and with faith they're nothing.
5502623 If you know it exists, and it just wasn't helping you, maybe. I think Christians biggest flaw is saying God works in mysterious ways. Because he did messed up shit to that one guy. God literally gave him boils and cancer and killed his family and the guy said 'it's God's plan' and died. Wut?
But God's can die. God is a title earned from powerful beings. Discord doesn't think himself a god, thus he calls himself spirit. There may be another chaos God out there, from whom Discord has yet to take the title.
Drain all the energy from a god and he is no longer a god. If said God is a spirit and you drain it's energy it will not have enough energy to sustain it's form and it's being will spread too thin to ever awaken again, becoming natural magic once more. Thus it's dead.
5504136 the fact you missed the reference and actually took it seriously is hilarious.
still hoping for an eventual update.
Is this ever happening?
still hoping
Wesker FTW! Love this so much. It's a shame the author stopped posting chapters.
6661437 God I was so fucking autistic like two years ago.
Update is... long... waiting.
I hope this awesome fic continues
4852796 Oh, you sweet, naive, fool...
Update is needed now!
A well.I have now caught up to the author. I hate when that happens
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Regardless, still funny~
It's a terrible shame this story was been abandoned by the author. I am usually apprehensive to read uncompleted stories with inconsistent update history and strong signs of abandonment. I really liked reading this. I really hope that this author like so many other ones on fimfiction, come back to finish what they started and not leave us at the edge of our seat like this.
7473453 I'm strongly considering it. I really enjoyed writing, think it's just a matter of finding the free time :)
7221994 I'll try!
Uuh... wut?
I think something went wrong here....
7659490 Thanks for pointing that out, fixed it.