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mishwanders · 2 years

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Chapter Ten [Wesker]: Live Another Day

Pairing: Albert Wesker x GN!Cannibal Reader

Warnings: minor mentions of the experimentation on Cannibal MC and their relationship with Dr. Marcus and the U.S.S.

Summary: You and Wesker are in his office alone. Feelings are developing, things happen.

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After the eventful day of training, Wesker found himself with you alone in his office while the others were still out on their break, waiting for the Bravo team to switch shifts with them. The two of you were talking about how the day went, about how you felt about each of the training sessions. He couldn’t help but laugh remembering the way you took down Redfield with ease, pinning him on to the mat.

“I think you knocked down his ego a notch.” He commented, “That’s going to be hurting more than his back.”

“It wasn’t even my intention.” You chuckled, “I just wanted to see how easy it would be. That means if I do have to take him down, hand-to-hand combat is the way to go.”

He looked at you, happily surprised that you mentioned that.

“So you’ve been paying attention. Good.”

“Of course I have, it’s what you freed me to do, right?”

He slowly pinned you between the desk and his body, placing his arms on either side of you like he had in the chief's office. He turned his head to the side, now looking at you with curiosity after hearing that.

“Freed?”

“It’s like I said before, you can open doors that need to be unlocked for me, and that all started with freeing me from Umbrella, from Dr. Marcus’ clutches.” You reminded him.

He grinned, nodding in approval in remembrance of the night you said that.

“I guess you’re right.” He said, “Did you have a hate for James at all?”

“I wouldn’t go so far as to say I hated him. He ran his tests on me and of course I have bad memories associated with that, but he did more for me than I can say any of the others did…Well outside of Birkin now.”

“Like?”

“Feeding me, making sure the security or the other monster’s didn’t kill me. Which I mean, isn’t much, but considering how many of the other researchers just, didn’t care…”

He watched your eyes leave his, trailing down to the floor. Whatever just crossed your mind, he could see that it was bothering you. He knew you were the special case outside of the other monsters Umbrella created. He knew it was why they pushed you to the limit, trying to find out what exactly made you tick, what made the others tick, because you were the only one who could respond. There was nothing he could do to take any of that pain away from you, nor did he want to. It’s what you needed, the fire that kept you going, to not settle for less, even now. It was the only way that either of you would get what you wanted out of this life, to create what would be your own.

He brought his hand up to your chin, gently guiding your gaze back to him. He looked at you more seriously now, eyes staring into your own with all the care in the world.

“I know it hurt,having to endure that. I won’t let them do that to you again.” He reassured

“That place was my cage and they were a hell of a captor. You promise not to throw me back in there again?” You asked

“I promise. I told you that if you helped me, I would provide you with everything you will ever need for the rest of your life.” He reminded you, “And I’m not one to break my word.”

He could see your eyes darting around his face, looking for any sign of a lie. That’s when he saw the faintest grin cross your face, the light in your eyes again.

“Good.”

“Were you doubting me?” He asked

“Not necessarily. But the reassurance keeps that at bay.” You replied

“You're with me from now until the end. Wherever that may be.” He reassured

He grew closer to you, still holding onto your chin. He watched as your eyes fell from his, trailing down to his lips. He knew exactly what you were wanting from him, and to be honest, he wanted it just as much. He was about to pull you in closer, to press his lips against yours, but you were already on the move, like the eager pet you were. You were almost there before you stopped abruptly, both of you hearing the door to the S.T.A.R.S. office opening, and the sound of Alpha and Bravo team pouring into the room behind him.

He felt you push him away, forced to remove his hand from you. He didn’t expect it to hurt him as much as it did, hearing you mutter an “I’m sorry” under your breath, watching you leave the office completely. He wanted to chase after you, to stop you, but Enrico made his way in, discussing some other matters for the morning huddle meeting. He cursed in his mind, knowing he was going to have to go to the security cameras to find you again.

It irritated him that he couldn’t immediately chase after you, but so was the life of having to play his part as Captain.

He just hoped that wherever you ran off to, you would be safe.

Chapter Nine: Honey

Chapter Eleven: Bloodlust

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the-amber-to-my-ice · 3 months

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"The Fallen Star"

So many stars in the sky and yet just one guides us home

No matter how far away or how dark was the sky

A light shone through, steady like your hands

Never to hold, pushing away anyone who dared come close to the cold

Anyone who dared be so bold and assume the iron bars of your ribs could trap a heart of gold

So bold and so foolish to take pyrite for treasure

You were like the sun trapped in the gown of a moon

Believing the light you gave was not of your own

Reflection of care and safety only one could feign so greatly

But one truth could not be denied, even despite all of your lies

They say a star burns the brightest in its final moments

Just like you did before deciding you could not make amends

#albert wesker #resident evil #wesker #poetry #poets on tumblr #original poem #it was written at 1am #s.t.a.r.s.#jill valentine #angst #alpha team #stars alpha team #OP never writes poetry

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hyponell3 · 2 years

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FELLOW S.T.A.R.S LOVERS!!!

I am currently thinking up the rest of the STARS members' possible animals for my little Resident-Crossing thing!!

I have a few in mind, though I am undecisive as always!!

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Richard: OK, I'm debating on either Anteater, Squirrel, or Bird for him. Honestly, I REALLY want to make him an Anteater, I think he would be so adorable as one-

Joseph: He gives me SO MUCH monkey vibes, super energetic, little bastard that's super curious and social. Also mf is definitely the prankster of STARS along with Chris, you can't tell me otherwise.

Forest: God, this was tough, but I want to make him something COOL looking, with the Eagle and Lion being the coolest to me. I think the Lion would fit with his LUCIOUS HAIR and just swagger looks. Though a Wolf also seems fitting???? Lion though-

Enrico: Like Barry, he gives me Bear vibes, very beeg man and honestly, he just gives me those vibes. The big papa bears of their groups, yknow

Edward: TBH, I sometimes forget about him, and I feel bad yall- I think maybe a Tiger could fit him well.

Kenneth: My mannnn, I was thinking one of the bigger animals, like the Rhino or Elephant. Maybe a Rhino more though.

Brad: Chicken. I know, I know its the basic go to. BUT, I drew him as one in my doodle dump and now I love it too much. ChickenHeart through and through.

#resident evil #animal crossing #ideas #headcanons #resident crossing #bio crossing #richard aiken #joseph frost #forest speyer #enrico marini #edward dewey #kenneth sullivan #brad vickers #stars bravo team #stars alpha team #stars squad #s.t.a.r.s.#boredom #hypo rambles

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mrswint3rs · 4 months

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pls pls pls i have an idea for a short lil albert wesker x reader fanfic 😇

wesker is threatening and towering over the reader (reader works for s.t.a.r.s wesker and failed to hand in reports on time) as he pushes his chest DANGEROUSLYYYYY close to the readers and they just stare at eachother.

in silence.

until the silence is broken by wesker hungrily just grabbing readers hair and forcefully pushing reader into a DESPERATE kiss like DAYYUMMM

and then idk what happens thats all ive got 🤗

Missed Deadlines ೃ⁀➷

pairings- S.T.A.R.S Captain Wesker x Fem Rookie! Reader

a/n- BOSS WESKER IS SOO YES. ty anon. btw can we talk about his arm veins 🤭 anyways, hope this is to your liking! (not proofread so lmk)

NSFW WARNING:

contains- a bit of power play, reader is kinda bratty, rough sex, public sex, some man handling, sub/dom dynamics, spanking, degrading language (consent not established but the desire is implied to be mutual)—𓆩♡𓆪

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

It's not the first time you've failed to deliver reports within the time frame. It was becoming more and more frequent to the point where he wondered just how long you could keep it up. You did well all throughout the academy and training. You were a smart girl, so why were you so often slacking off now?

Wesker swears it’s like you do it to spite him. You have full capability of finishing your work. He gives you ample time.

He gives you chance after chance to fix whatever your issue is. He doesn’t do that for any of the others. Just you. While he’s constantly reprimanding the others, you get off so easy. You don’t even seem to realize.

He wonders if you just want to get fired so you don’t have to deal with the burden anymore.

Everyone else in the office had been efficient and timely from day one. They all took their jobs seriously. Yet, you just frolic around it all without a care in the world, acting like you owned the place.

You assume because Wesker has a sort of soft spot for you that you won’t face consequences. He recommended you to the Alpha team after all.

So when you’re called to his office, you’re not the slightest bit worried. You knew he’d let it slide like any other time and you’d eventually turn in the report. No problem.

“You needed to see me ‘captain’?” The way you refer to his title in such a mocking way infuriates him to his core. You didn’t understand how lucky you were. How easy you had it.

“Close the door.” he states sternly, not even bothering to look up from his desk just yet.

You do as told, swiftly clicking the door to a close and awaiting his following statement. Instead, he stands from his chair, approaching you.

He twists the blinds to his office window shut, secluding the two of you even further.

“Why so serious boss man? Gonna fire me or something?” you tease to which he shoots you an immediate glare.

That little smile and giggle you display so tongue in cheek makes his blood boil. Why couldn’t you just be obedient like your fellow coworkers? He didn’t understand why you didn’t see him as a higher up. You seemed to think since you scored this position, you couldn’t lose anything.

You had gotten far too comfortable. He could see that clear as day. You needed to be put in your place to understand. He was in charge of your pay, your position, your reputation. He was the boss. You’re nothing more than a rookie.

Without saying a word in response to your cheeky comment, he corners you against the door, uncomfortably close in your personal space.

He removes his glasses, revealing his threatening eyes that were locked directly onto yours. No sound could be heard besides his breath which was hot against your face, steady yet slowly increasing.

He wasn’t looking away, not even blinking. You couldn’t maintain eye contact. You started to feel dizzy and had to pry your eyes away with an awkward chuckle.

When you start to look the other way, his gloved hand firmly takes hold of your jaw, forcing your cheeks into a pout and making you look directly back at him.

At your soft gasp, and dilating pupils, he knew he was getting his point across.

In the blink of an eye, his lips are on yours. His hand roughly grips the underside of your hair, holding you forcefully against him as his tongue invades your mouth. With a groan, he presses his large form against your smaller one, trapping you against the mahogany.

You’re hardly able to process as he pulls away. You just stand there stunned to silence, breath coming out in short bursts. “Wesker…what was-“

“Captain.” he interjects. “Say it clearly.”

He separates from you, putting only a few inches of distance between. “Captain…sorry. Was this what you called me in here for or was it-“

Again he interrupts you. “How many reports have I requested of you that have been turned in late, or not at all? I’d like your estimated number.” Wesker stares at you directly once more, pressuring you with his intense gaze.

“I don’t know.” you admit, lowering your head to avert his eyes.

He steps away, turning his focus to his desk. “Come over here. I’d like to further discuss this.”

“Bend over the desk.”

Again you’re stunned. Your boss was being completely inappropriate yet his demeanor remained unbothered. This seemed like it was completely normal for him.

You stay frozen at the entrance of the private office, not knowing what to say or do.

“Need I tell you twice?” he faces you again from the opposite end of the room, fully expecting your obedience.

You scurry over at the sound of his frustration, complying and bending over the furniture. You prop yourself up on your elbows, not knowing what to expect in this moment. You couldn’t comprehend what was happening right now, you just couldn’t resist his orders.

Wesker takes stance behind you, removing his gloves. Without warning your pants are dropped down to your ankles, your panty-clad rear exposed to him. “Wesker-“

His palm smacks against your ass leaving a painful sting. “It’s Captain. Get that through that thick skull of yours.” You almost lose your balance at his forceful slap, he wasn’t holding back in the slightest.

Tears well up in your eyes. You’ve never felt so helpless and small against a man like this. Yet every time he commands something of you cruelly, the heat rushes between your legs in a way you can’t control.

“Don’t cry so soon. You’ve still seven more to go to make up for your failures.”

Another smack to your ass causes you to tremble.

You stayed still the best you could, understanding you deserved such punishment. For weeks you lost sight of your role working for S.T.A.R.S. Your boss was going to make you remember.

“Six.” smack

“Five.” smack

“Four.” smack

You were already a whimpering, sobbing mess. But Wesker paid no mind. He didn’t show any leniency. He was fed up with your lack of efforts. Plus, it was clear you were both enjoying this in a way. He took notice of your sodden panties. Every time his hand slapped against you, you’d clench.

Your helpless whines made his cock strain in his pants. He could hardly resist. Forcing you to submit to him thoroughly aroused him.

“Three.” smack

“Two.” smack

By the final blow you were hardly able to stand. The stinging sensation was overpowering you and you couldn’t do anything to relieve the pain.

Regardless of your squirming, he spanked you a final time without remorse.

Wesker couldn’t hold himself back anymore when he took sight of you in this vulnerable state.

He dropped his own pants, pushing himself against your tight entrance, leaving you no time to get away. He grips both sides of you, spreading you open further for him to slip into.

Your pussy practically swallows him as he pushes inside.

The stinging pain subsides, replaced with the stretching feeling of your insides to mold to his shape. Your brain goes fuzzy as he fills you completely, your voice escaping in needy cries for him to make the pain go away.

“Shhh, I’ll take good care of you.”

His hand clasps over your mouth to silence you when you get too loud. You were still at work after all. Though you could hardly think about something like that as your boss is the one inside of you.

It was all so wrong but as he started to roll his hips, moving fluidly, it felt too good. The head of his cock runs over that special spot of yours perfectly, the place your weak fingers could never quite reach well enough.

You let out muffled moans into the palm of his hand. Your eyes roll back and you arch against him, begging for him not to stop.

He slams into you at an alarming rate, his skin slapping against yours and the sounds of your gushing cunt fill the room.

There was absolutely no way everyone out there wasn’t hearing what was happening. Even with his hand muffling you, you still were uncontrollably loud.

Wesker wasn’t trying very hard to silence himself either. With every deep stroke he grunted and groaned like a feral animal, unable to stop even for a moment. You were squeezing around his cock so well he couldn’t bare the thought of letting you escape his grasp.

He bullied into you like there was no tomorrow.

“You take dick like a fucking slut,” he groans. “It’s almost like you were waiting for this. You just needed to be roughed up by a man like me. Is that it?”

You couldn’t bring yourself to answer. He was fucking the words straight out of you. You were only able to whine and cry into his masculine hand. Your mind went completely dumb with him.

“You don’t deserve this pleasure right now. You’re lucky you’re such a valuable asset to me.”

He pushes you to orgasm at his repetitive thrusts. You tremble and writhe beneath him as he fucks you through it.

You tighten in a way that makes his hips stutter. His jaw tightens, eyes strained shut as he reaches his own climax. He doesn’t bother to pull out, he didn’t have the time to care. Instead, he fills you, continuing to thrust in and out of you and stuff his cum deep inside.

You completely drain him and he collapses against your back.

The hard wood of the desk digs into your abdomen but you don’t have the conscience to feel anything but what’s going on between your legs. Wesker sighs heavily. He was completely disoriented but feeling a deep satisfaction.

The two of you lay body against body for a while, just catching your breath without saying anything before he speaks up. “I expect you’ll have that report by tomorrow morning?”

You weakly nod. “Yes, Captain. See you tomorrow at 8.”

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chuuwtoy · 5 months

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ive noticed that a lot of people seem to misunderstand S.T.A.R.S era wesker. i see it in fanfiction a lot where he's a complete and utter emotionless hardass.

i dont think this was the case in canon. working as a captain in a unit akin to SWAT you have to be tough, stern, and the like, but albert also needed to gain the trust of his team - and being unapproachable and feared is not the way to go, and he knows that.

every iteration of wesker is pretty different from each other. peter jessop's version is the one im going to be talking about since that version of wesker is who we see in RE remaster.

wesker is actually quite informal with his alpha team members, referring to them by their first names a number of times, and they don't use "sir" or "captain" on him at all. his tone, and language also give off major chill vibes (although this is probably because his plans are coming into fruition) he's a bit soft-spoken and doesnt sound nearly as sophisticated as he does in most fanfiction.

when i first became obsessed with resident evil i remember analyzing everything in the S.T.A.R.S office, it didnt stand out to me before but there were dart boards, CDs, chris' guitar, etc ... i bet they had more fun in that office than we thought. but what really gets me is that wesker must've allowed them to bring this stuff in (which is really funny because i'm imagining him raising eyebrows at chris bringing in this huge guitar one morning).

he trained members of the alpha team (and maybe bravo team too?) not only because thats his job but because he needed that combat data as well. though, i'd argue that sending people that were ill-prepared is sorta dumb and a waste. rebecca wasnt great at physical combat and brad was... a chicken, you'd think he'd work harder to have them become better but nope. he probably gave S.T.A.R.S leeway a bunch of times.

of course, i think the idea of him being a bit mean and an asshole to atleast one specific person in S.T.A.R.S is enthralling- whether it be chris, jill, a self-insert or whatever! also this wasnt made to bash any headcanons, do what you want! it's all fictional stuff anyway ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧ just thought i'd share my incoherent thoughts (๑>؂•̀๑)

#resident evil #albert wesker #chris redfield #jill valentine #rebecca chambers #okaayyy why is it cringe to tag characters who ive briefly mentioned wwwww

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zombiboon · 1 year

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RE BOYS & DOING IT PUBLIC .

characters | Albert Wesker, Chris Redfield, Leon S. Kennedy, Carlos Oliveira

GN!Reader

I’m dodging the shit out of the actual terms, so take “it”, “needs”, and “bedroom activities” lol. also will be doing the requests i received after this <3

smutty content, mentions of public sex, some acts are described .

18+ Content Below . Minors, I ask that you do not interact .

ALBERT WESKER .

He’s not going to just engage in indulging your needs wherever, nor will he indulge in his anywhere. He’s a man who can be just a smidge picky when it comes to bedroom activities. Totally just a “smidge”.

That’s not to say the idea of fucking in public isn’t somewhat appealing to him. No, no, in fact, he’s thought about it after you’ve brought it up and he’s amused with the idea – especially when he thinks of the risk as letting others know you’re his and his alone.

Wesker’s going to be selective with locations and he’s bound to say no to most places but there’s one he’ll always say yes to – if he’s not the one suggesting it.

His office during work hours.

Wesker’s office is the first thing he thinks of. The enclosed space with blinds and a lock on his door, his S.T.A.R.S members just on the other side. It’s perfect. And if you fail to keep quiet, any Alpha member that knocked on his door understood fairly quickly that he was not to be disturbed – not until you sheepishly left his office, looking a little more rattled than when you arrived.

Obviously, in such a position, he prefers to have you pressed against his desk as he snaps his hips into you or you cockwarming him as he does some of his tedious paperwork.

CHRIS REDFIELD .

Not one too open to the idea. Fucking you in public? One, that’s risky, what if someone stumbles upon you two? Two, he prefers the bedroom, where he’s not on the verge of a heart attack, worrying someone’ll overhear.

But he’d agree to it eventually. It’d require a lot of trust in you, a lot of research and information to agree — also, probably a turn-on. Maybe something akin to seeing a sensual scene at the movies, or seeing you try on a revealing fit at a store, or maybe you just tease him in public.

He’ll let you know he’s riled up by hugging you from behind, making sure his semi is pressed firmly against your rear. He’ll pepper the back of your neck with kisses while his hand squeezes your side, just so the close hug didn’t seem too weird to passersby.

He’s willing to do it in closets or dressing rooms, open to maybe a washroom stall, but an absolute no is his workplace. He’s got to keep it professional there. Also, he knows way too many people there, the risk is far too embarrassing for him to even get hard — if you were caught, he’d never hear the end of it from his team and colleagues.

LEON S. KENNEDY .

If we’re talking RE2 Leon, I feel like he’d have thoughts about it but wouldn’t be able to do it. He’d be too embarrassed and his heart would practically implode if he tried. Don’t worry, he’ll show clear interest. Little too under-confident to actually do it, basically.

But after RE2, he’d be open to do it, having gained just a little more confidence in the bedroom. It’s an almost instant yes when you bring it up. Hell, he’d do it right there if you mention the idea in public.

Mostly though, he’ll keep it to just oral when it comes to fucking in public. Not going to lie, he’ll prefer receiving — he enjoys the view, plus, he knows he can keep quiet; you, not so much. But he also loves servicing you just as much— if not more. He will eat you out like a starving rabid dog, no matter the place.

Much prefers dressing rooms or gender-neutral bathrooms. He likes some space, not that he’d used much of it anyways, he’d be busy being all up in yours. After you guys tried a closet and Leon bumped into the shelves and had a bucket smack him in the head (followed by the matching mop), he decided he needed space to fuck you.

CARLOS OLIVEIRA .

Absolutely into it. You don’t even finish bringing it up before he’s agreeing.

Honestly, you should’ve picked up the hints sooner. Naturally, he’s a very handsy person, but he gets even more touchy when out in public and clearly horny. He likes teasing you with hushed words of what he’ll do to you, letting his hand get dangerously close to your rear and the occasional needy squeeze, all in public.

Will absolutely fuck you anywhere if you so please, just like… as long as there’s some sort of privacy. He loves you, but he’s not about to get arrested just because he couldn’t keep it in his pants. Closets, bathroom stalls, dressing rooms, in the car, maybe an elevator, doesn’t matter.

There are riskier places he’ll enjoy too. He’ll probably take you to the movies and sit the two of you all the way in the back, just to tease and play with you before silently fucking your brains out, with his hand clasped over your mouth just so you don’t let out any squeaks.

Additional risky places he’ll accept: hot tubs, concerts (decent cover), alleyways, and the woods.

reblogs are greatly appreciated <3

#resident evil #resident evil x reader #albert wesker #albert wesker x reader #chris redfield #chris redfield x reader #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy #carlos oliveira #carlos oliveira x reader

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slickricklj · 7 months

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Jill Valentine (RE:3 2020) & Chris Redfield (RE:CV 2000) : Final Boss Encounters - S.T.A.R.S. Alpha team has THIS!

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piers-wifey · 2 years

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How the S.T.A.R.S. members would react if you died in their arms

Warnings: mention of blood, death

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—Albert Wesker—

Wesker is surprisingly calm, almost unbothered. But on the inside, he's seething with rage. He's aware that there's nothing he can do to save you, but he keeps up his cool demeanor so you don't become even more frightened. Though Wesker isn't the best when it comes to comforting others, he will try his best to keep you somewhat at peace. The soothing sound of his voice and the way his hand gently caresses your face and brushes the loose strands of your hair behind your ear are the last things you are aware of before you take your last breath.

—Chris Redfield—

He's cursing and pleading for you to hold on repeatedly. He don't want to lose you. He can't lose you. You're his dearest friend, his heart and soul, his everything. He needs you, just like he needs air to live. Chris will hold onto you, pressing you against his chest and yelling for someone to do something. He'll promise you that everything will be okay again, that help is on the way, you just have to hold on a little longer. But when the inevitable happens, he'll cry out your name in despair and grief. He refuses to leave your side, even though you've already left him.

—Jill Valentine—

She frantically tries to stop the bleeding as she keeps talking to you to distract you from the pain and to keep you awake. “Come on, Y/n, you can't die on me. What about that trip we were planning to go on?” Jill's voice cracks at the end of the sentence, her hands are trembling and her cheeks are wet from the tears. She's begging you to keep fighting, to not give up, but all her attempts and pleas are useless against the force that's slowly taking you from her. Jill will spend your last moments together tenderly stroking your head and telling you how much she loves you while shedding countless tears.

—Joseph Frost—

Joseph is in deep shock and can't really process what is happening. He wasn't looking for just a moment and now you're lying in his arms, dying. “Y/n, please hold on. Help is on the way. Please...” Joseph's voice is shaking and you can see that he can barely hold back the tears. You reach out to him, telling him that everything will be okay even though you know it's not true. And so does Joseph. But since he doesn't want you to feel scared, and because he doesn't want to face the truth, he just nods and leans in to your touch one last time.

—Brad Vickers—

Brad is completely devastated. He has already lost so much, he can't lose you too. That's just not fair. He's shaking and crying the entire time, begging you to stay with him over and over again. He's holding onto you tightly, hoping that'll be enough to make the bleeding magically stop, but deep down he knows you're both running out of time. During your last moments, Brad confesses how much you really mean to him and how much he hates himself for not telling you sooner and protecting you.

—Barry Burton—

Barry feels like the weight of the entire world was sitting on his chest as he carefully picked you up and cradled you in his arms. His usually firm grip was now gentle and with the tenderest of touches, he stroked and patted your head. “There, there, I'm here. It's okay, I'm here.” He whispers comfortingly, his eyes and heart are so full of sorrow and guilt. This shouldn't have had happened. It should've been him, not you. Barry doesn't cry, not in front of you at least. He knows now is not the time for that, but he will once he's alone.

—Enrico Marini—

He blames himself for not being there in time and apologizes to you the whole time and asks for forgiveness. You can hear the pain and self-hatred in his voice and you feel so incredibly sorry for him. You tell him to not blame himself for what has happened to you and that it isn't his fault. But Enrico, as much as he wants to believe it, just can't. He feels so helpless and he hates it. He hates that all he can do is watch you die. The last thing you hear before you succumb to the eternal sleep is him promising that he'll never forget you and that he'll make the person who did that to you pay.

—Forest Speyer—

“No, please, don't leave me here. Please!” Forest feels like someone was repeatedly stabbing him in the heart. He is in complete denial and silently begging for this nightmare to end while he's cradling you in his arms. It must be a nightmare, right? One moment you both were goofing around happily and now he was about to lose one of the most important people in his life. But, no matter how much he tried to tell himself that this wasn't real, that he would wake up any second, he eventually came to the realisation that this was really happening and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

—Edward Dewey—

'Heartbroken' doesn't even come close to what poor Edward is feeling when he sees you lying in his arms, struggling to breathe. “Please, don't cry” you whisper hoarsely as you reach up to caress his cheek, tearing apart his heart even more, because he's the one who's being comforted. For you, Edward will try his best to look strong and hold back his tears, but the fact that you are dying and still comforting him while he can't do anything to save you is just too much for him. He will hold you close to his heart while silent tears are rolling down his cheeks.

—Rebecca Chambers—

Poor Becca is crying the entire time as she's holding onto you like it's the only thing that can keep you with her. She's devastated and feels so helpless and useless. She has tried everything to make the bleeding stop, but your wounds are just too severe. With trembling hands and a heavy heart, she gently wipes the tears from your face and tells you how brave you are and how sorry she is for not being able to do more for you. She doesn't even know if she'll ever be able to live normally after that.

—Richard Aiken—

Richard immediately gets flashbacks to when his little sister died all those years ago. And just like back then, he feels just as helpless and lost. Why you? Why not him? There's no word to express how much it pains Richard to see you this way. Sadness, despair, heartbreak, anger. All these words don't even come close to what he's feeling in that moment. He feels like a total failure. He had sworn to protect those he holds dear, that's why he joined S.T.A.R.S. and yet he couldn't protect you. He'll never forgive himself for letting you down.

—Kenneth Sullivan—

Kenneth tries to be as calm as possible. He doesn't say it out loud, mainly because he doesn't want to scare you, but he knows your time is limited. But, just because he tries to be strong, doesn't mean he's not suffering. In fact, he's screaming on the inside, cursing whatever God can hear him for doing this to you. The fatherly side of him soon takes over and he'll stroke your head and hum softly as he watches you getting weaker and weaker with every minute. He hates that he's forced to sit here and watch the life leaving your body. But at least you're not alone. After your death he breaks down and allows his emotions to take over.

—Kevin Dooley—

He is a complete mess and doesn't really know what to do. He knows help is on the way and tells you that everything will be alright again, but judging by how weak you're already are, he soon has to accept the harsh truth. You're not going to make it. You look so small and fragile and it really breaks his heart, but he doesn't want your last moments to be overshadowed by his suffering and grief. So he'll pull himself together and comfort you as best as he can. Even cracking a few jokes here and there to distract you from the pain and the fact that this is it.

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Stars alpha reacting to their partner pulling a Richard and sacrificing themselves for them?

"Pulling a Richard" lol.

I'd like to apologize in advance to Lisa Trevor for this.

Joseph Frost, Jill Valentine, Chris Redfield, Brad Vickers, Barry Burton, and Albert Wesker reacting to their s/o sacrificing themselves to save them.

(Gender ambiguous).

Warnings: death, blood, gore.

Masterlists here!

Joseph Frost

Arklay Mountains. It’s the evening of July 24, 1998. Led by Captain Wesker, you and four other members of the S.T.A.R.S. Alpha team are searching for signs of Bravo team and pilot Kevin Dooley, with whom contact was lost the day prior.

You trudge through the tall grass, gun unholstered and flashlight scanning over every dark shape in your path.

A persistent sense of unease hangs in the air. You’d be hard-pressed to think of another time you’ve felt so on edge while on the job.

There's shifting behind you. You whip your head around.

Joseph is standing there with his gun. "Jumpy?" he teases half-heartedly. You roll your eyes at him and resume what you were doing.

"Hey... wait a sec..." He motions for you to come over.

"What is it?" You point your light down as you approach. It catches a metal object laying in the grass between you. It's a gun. A standard-issue Beretta.

Joseph bends down to pick it up, which is when you realize that it's attached to something.

It's...

It's a hand.

A human hand with no human attached to it.

Joseph drops the severed part in shock. Both of you jolt away from it with a yelp.

Upon further inspection, realize that you know who it used to belong to. You recognize the fingerless glove and the wristwatch. They're part of a S.T.A.R.S. uniform. More specifically, the uniform of Edward Dewey from Bravo team.

For a moment, the only thing you can hear is the wind and your heart pounding in your ears. You can do nothing but stare in disbelief.

There have been a lot of deaths lately. Gruesome ones.

You’ve seen the crime scene photos.

You’ve seen the crime scenes.

They’re difficult to stomach.

But the feeling that washes over you here and now is particularly visceral. Every last drop of blood in your body has run cold. You feel dangerously close to hurling.

Edward is someone you see almost every day. He...

He’s a great man. A friend of yours.

He can’t be...

You finally manage to tear your gaze away and look at Joseph.

“...Eddie can still be kicking,” he says blankly. “Guy doesn’t need both hands to live.”

Yeah.

Yeah, Edward can still be out there. Alive. Hopefully. He's tough...

...

Is that...

...growling you're hearing?

Out of the corner of your eye, you realize something—multiple somethings are rapidly approaching. Joseph notices just a beat later than you do.

“Joey, watch out!” With all of your might, you shove your partner out of harm’s way.

He hits the ground.

A bloody creature collides with you, its sharp teeth sinking into the exposed skin of your forearm. You cry out, wrenching your arm to the side in a desperate attempt to make it release you. It does, tearing a chunk of flesh away in the process, and quickly latches back on.

A second beast joins in, causing you to lose your balance and fall.

Followed by another one.

And another.

There are so many. They look like dogs and smell like rotting corpses, but you aren't paying much attention to that. You're in so much pain, it's difficult to think. They're quite literally eating you alive and all you can manage to do is flail about, weakly attempting to get them off.

Joseph shouts your name in alarm, scrambling to pick up his gun. His weapon-mounted light illuminates the mass of creatures pinning you down. Blood and viscera glisten.

He fires round after round, trying to kill them.

Jill, Barry, Chris, and Wesker rush over to help.

Your screams abruptly stop, cut off by an awful, strangled, gurgling noise as a set of teeth manage to rip your throat out.

"No!" Joseph keeps firing, unable to process it all. Just because you've gone quiet doesn't mean you're dead, right? Right? There's a chance you're still alive. There has to be! "Get off! Get off!"

BANG!

"Joseph, it's too late!" Chris grabs Joseph's shoulder, trying to make him stop. Joseph won't. "We have to go!"

This can't be happening. This can't be real. You're not gone. You're not!

The remaining beasts turn their attention toward the rest of the team.

Finally, Chris and Barry seize Joseph by the back of his tactical vest and physically drag him along as they start running. He doesn't stop calling your name, doesn't stop reaching for you even as your body becomes further and further away from them.

"Brad!" Chris shouts as their helicopter abandons them. "Brad! Where's he going?!"

This night can't get any worse. They end up seeking refuge in a mansion. The moment Jill slams the doors shut and locks them, Joseph plops down on the floor, breathing hard and cradling his head in his hands.

He can't believe it. You're gone just like that. It all happened so fast... And if you hadn't done what you did, it would've been him instead.

He wishes it were him instead. His eyes begin to burn.

Jill Valentine

It's the dead of night in the summer of 2005. You and Jill are stranded in the middle of the Mediterranean Sea on the Queen Zenobia, which just narrowly avoided being completely obliterated by the Regia SOLIS.

Unfortunately, the ship still ended up getting caught in the shockwave of the blast, leaving you to deal with even more water pouring into the ship.

It's time to clear out and fast.

Both of you are swimming through the flooded corridors in search of an exit when eventually, you make your way into a room that has yet to fill completely. The surface of the water is in view. You speed up, sparing a glance over your shoulder to where Jill ought to be.

She isn't there.

You come to an immediate stop, a jolt of panic passing through you as you spin around in an attempt to locate her.

You find her a little ways back, having fallen behind because she's busy grappling with a sea creeper that's caught up to her. Damn things!

It's gotten ahold of her legs and she's fighting to keep its wide maw away. Despite their spindly limbs, earlier encounters have let you know that they're rather strong.

There's already been quite a stretch between this and the last opportunity you got to get some air. In the time it would take you to pop your head out and swim back to help Jill, it could already be too late.

With that thought at the forefront of your mind, you ignore your body's desperate pleas to breathe and make your way over.

You unsheathe your Bowie knife. Using all of your might, you drive it straight into the B.O.W.'s soft shell.

Blood turns the water red. The creature reels back with a high-pitched cry and you take the opportunity to seize your partner.

With a tight grip on the equipment harness strapped to her back, you begin to swim upward, pushing yourself to go as fast as you can.

You're so close. Fresh oxygen is just within reach when something grabs hold of your ankle and sharply tries to yank you back.

Looking down, you find the same sea creeper giving things another go.

'Get offa me, dammit!' You slam the heel of your boot down on its covered head until it releases you, then kick away.

You lift Jill and force her above the surface, managing to get her arms hooked onto a ladder leading up to a catwalk.

There's yet another tug on your leg, far harsher than the last.

You release Jill, not wanting to risk pulling her down with you.

Bubbles begin to stream past your parted lips and water floods your lungs. The burning in your chest is beginning to worsen exponentially as you're dragged away, simply unable to hold your breath any longer than you already have. You're certain this is it for you.

Jill coughs and sputters. As the darkness begins to fade back to the edges of her vision and she's able to form a thought other than 'I need air or I'm gonna die down here', she processes that you haven't resurfaced along with her.

Her still-pounding heart leaps into her throat and she curses, diving back down without a moment's hesitation.

Her eyes instantly lock onto a red cloud in the water, which both you and the sea creeper are in. It has you in its grasp and you aren't struggling. You aren't moving at all.

As Jill closes the rest of the distance, she continues to hope against all hope that she can save you.

The handle of your blade is sticking out of the creature's back. She yanks it out and plunges it into a new spot, tugging you free and kicking the thing as hard as she can, sending it into a wall.

With you in tow, Jill makes her way above the water and back to the ladder.

You aren't breathing anymore when she successfully gets you onto the catwalk. She hastily begins to perform CPR, determined to fix that. She has to.

Unfortunately, she can't. It's already too late for you.

Finally, resignation begins to set in and she lets her hands still on your chest.

Jill is no stranger to losing people, and there's a persistent nagging fear in the back of her mind about losing more. You've often been at the forefront of it.

She's always tried to push it aside, though, always hoped that it wouldn't come to pass.

Her fingers tremble slightly as they curl into fists. She lets her head hang.

If only she hadn't let that damn B.O.W. catch up to her...

There's a lump forming in her throat that she tries to swallow as she stands, sending you a silent apology for letting you down.

...

Even if she wants to stay here with you, she knows this ship isn't going to last much longer. Cursing under her breath and blinking away the tears beginning to form in her eyes, Jill keeps moving. She has to...

Chris Redfield

"We're picking up a large bogey on radar. It's heading right for you!"

Just when you thought shit had already hit the fan, that message came through on comms and not even a minute later, a tandem rotor helicopter appeared, dropping off another absolutely massive—probably a good thirty feet tall—B.O.W. onto the team's already full plate.

Echo needs three anti-aircraft guns taken out before further help can be given, so everyone tries to provide cover for Finn as he sets the charges needed to blow them up.

The wrecked buildings around you provide little cover from the ogroman, which is intent on crushing the lot of you.

Chris points out a weakness that can be exploited: Soft, exposed red flesh around where a big metal connector is sticking out of its back.

You and a few others distract the beast with bullets. Chris manages to leap onto its back while you do so, ripping out a bit of protruding bone and driving it straight into the weak point. The process is rinsed and repeated a few times before the ogroman dies, dissolving into a foul-smelling, steaming goop that leaves you coughing.

Two anti-aircraft guns down, one more to go.

Everyone's comms crackle. "There's another giant B.O.W. closing in on your location!"

A loud roar rings out.

A massive hand grabs onto a rooftop, sending shingles raining down onto a few j'avo.

"It's the one we lost at the Two of Hearts," Piers points out.

Chris orders the team to prepare to engage. You follow Finn to the last gun, making use of an underground passage that leads you into another building. When you're standing on the top floor, the target of the objective comes into view, sitting on the ground below beside a barricade.

"Let's try to make this quick."

The ogroman has other plans.

Finn and Piers, a little ways ahead of you, head down the ladder.

You and Chris are stepping out from behind a partially destroyed wall when it turns and spots you there.

The two of you begin to unload your clips into it, not getting too many hits on that weak spot thanks to the way it's positioned itself.

Click.

"I'm out!" you announce.

"Me too," Chris says. "Look out!"

A massive hand shoots out toward you.

You both dive out of the way in time. You land back behind the wall, and Chris is still out in the open stretch. Another hole is smashed into the building.

The ogroman draws its arm back, then raises it up and prepares to sweep it across.

"Chris!" You don't even think, you just act, launching yourself back onto your feet and sprinting toward him. It'll hit him if you're not quick enough!

The arm grows closer.

With mere seconds to spare, you shove Chris back to the floor.

All the wind is knocked out of you as the ogroman makes contact, sending you sailing straight over the edge.

You make a graceful arc before colliding harshly with the pavement down below.

"Shit!" Chris shouts your name in alarm.

He needs to get to you.

"Cover me!"

He slides down the ladder while other members of the team show up to keep the ogroman busy.

A red puddle has begun to form beneath you. By some miracle, you're still responsive, but only barely.

"You're gonna be alright. You're gonna make it. Just hold on, okay?" Chris begins to drag you over to cover. You let out a groan, unable to process any of what you're hearing. "I need you here." Speaking into his comm, he calls for urgent first aid.

Before long, your feeble movements begin to peter out. Chris feels his stomach drop.

"No... No, come on. You have to stay with me. You have to!" You mean so much to him. He can't lose you. He can't. Not like this.

One last raspy, rattling breath leaves your lips before you're gone.

The grief, the devastation is like an instant weight settling upon Chris' shoulders. He slams his fists against the ground and cries out, leaning down to rest his head against your chest.

This is his fault... He'll never forgive himself.

Brad Vickers

"Pizza's here," you announce, shutting the apartment door with your foot. It's late in the evening, and you and Brad decided to call in and order one for dinner.

(Both of you also went ahead and ordered one for Brad's friend, Jill, who has scarcely left her home since being suspended. Brad would've been as well, had he joined in on the shouting match she and three other S.T.A.R.S. members got into with Chief Irons over the mansion incident. You know Brad still feels guilty about it).

"Brad. Pizza." You pop open the box and waft it in front of his face before placing it on the coffee table. He snaps out of it and sends you a small smile.

"You pick out something for us to watch already?"

"Uh-huh." He places the TV Guide down and picks up the remote. "They're showing one of our favorite flicks tonight, actually."

"Yeah? Which one?" You plop down beside him on the couch with a few paper plates in hand.

...

Hours have passed, and you've fallen asleep living room. The movie has long since ended, the remaining half of dinner is sitting abandoned, and Brad is snoring lightly beside you. You might've remained that way until morning...

...if not for a loud noise from somewhere on the street below waking you up.

You slowly straighten up, removing your head from your partner's shoulder.

Then, you begin to process the not-so-distant sounds of chaos. There are sirens and people screaming.

'What is going on...?'

An orange glow is bleeding from around the edges of the drawn curtains. You get up and pull them open. Multiple fires are burning.

You hurriedly wake Brad. "Hey. Something is wrong," you tell him as you drag him over to the window. "Very, very wrong. Look."

"Holy shit." He blanches. "We need to go."

You throw on a coat and shoes while Brad puts on his S.T.A.R.S. getup. He grabs his Beretta. All you have is a pocket knife.

The two of you make your way out of the apartment, hurriedly heading down the corridor and into the stairwell.

When you reach the emergency exit at the bottom of the stairs, you encounter a problem. Before Brad even gets the chance to push the door open, something rips it off the hinges. It's a huge figure clad head to toe in a black outfit, which is dotted with small yellow hazard symbols and staples.

"S.T.A.R.S...." it growls.

After a moment's hesitation, Brad seizes you by your sleeve and begins to high-tail it toward the front of the building. Time to try the front doors instead.

The thing gives chase. It's fast. Surprisingly so.

Brad aims his gun over his shoulder and opens fire. The bullets appear to have no effect. Not good.

It lifts its hand. A thin tentacle shoots out quick as lightning, wrapping around one of Brad's ankles and tripping him up. He lands harshly on the floor, his weapon slipping from his grasp. It begins to drag him.

"Help!"

You stagger to a stop, whipping around and grabbing hold of him. All that accomplishes is making the pursuer pull you along as well.

"Let go of him!" You take your blade and slice the appendage in two. The half still attached to it retreats. You help Brad up.

"S.T.A.R.S.!"

A new tentacle pops out of its sleeves. The moment you catch a glimpse of it, you put yourself directly behind Brad.

Rougher than before, the pursuer swings its arm back, yanking you over to it.

"Brad, run!"

Brad doesn't. He freezes in place.

It picks you up by your face, squeezing so tightly that it feels as though your skull might shatter. You struggle. "Run! Before it gets y—"

Your sentence is cut off by the tentacle going straight through your mouth and out the back of your head.

You're tossed aside, dead as dead can be.

You land facing Brad, your face stained red and your eyes wide open. He feels himself begin to shake.

Then, he runs.

This can't be happening. This seriously can't be happening!

He should have stepped in to help you. Doubly so after you had done that for him.

He should have done something. Anything but just stand there! What the hell is wrong with him?!

'Oh, god...'

When it seems that he's finally lost the pursuer, Brad slumps against the wall and slides down it until he's sitting. Alone in a random building, he cries harder than he has in a long time. He's so incredibly angry with himself for practically letting that happen.

There's a hole in his heart where you used to be that can simply never be filled again. You're gone. Gone. He can't believe it...

Barry Burton

As the Starlight slowly sinks into the waters below, explosions rattle it, illuminating the pitch-black night sky with bright oranges and yellows.

You, Barry, Leon, and Lucia stand safely aboard the deck of the Umbrella submarine Barry hijacked. Admittedly, you're still a little mad that he scared you again. A few years back, when you were both part of S.T.A.R.S., he pretended to betray you and the others the same way Wesker had.

He did it to protect your daughters and kept the ruse up long enough for Wesker to let his guard down. Tonight, he pulled a similar stunt. He made a fake deal with Umbrella and acted as though he was going to hand Lucia over to them, abandoning you and Leon on the ocean liner in the process.

"Sorry, honey," Barry says, noticing the sour look on your face. "I couldn't risk them finding out."

You sigh. "No, I get it. I just can't believe I fell for it again, even if only briefly."

"I guess I must be that good of an actor, huh?"

"I wouldn't go that far," you tease lightly. "It was just the panic of it all..."

"Ouch." Barry puts on a hurt expression.

Somewhere behind you, you hear the crackle of a radio. "Hey, I'm finally getting through to headquarters," Leon announces.

Barry places a hand on Lucia's shoulder. "I'm sure Polly and Moira will be excited to meet their new sister."

Lucia's eyes widen. "You guys were being serious?"

"Of course!" Your hand lands on her free shoulder. "Welcome to the family."

She grins. A genuine, happy-as-can-be grin.

"HQ, this is Leon. Mission accomplished. We're heading home."

You glance behind you in an attempt to see Leon, but he's standing closer to Barry. Your gaze only finds his shadow. You look away.

Over the sound of the rain and explosions, your ears manage to pick on a subtle gurgling noise.

Once again, you turn your head. The shadow is beginning to change. It's distorting and growing.

With dawning horror, you realize that all of the B.O.W.s haven't been eradicated, that it isn't actually Leon standing with you guys, that he's probably still aboard the Starlight.

"We aren't out of the woods yet!" is all you can manage in warning before the Tyrant finishes turning into its true form, red, intestine-like tentacles shooting out of the wide cavity in its stomach.

Barry doesn't even get the chance to fully pull his magnum from its holster before you throw yourself into the path of danger.

Rather than your husband, the appendages end up grabbing you instead. With how your arms end up pinned to your sides, you can't grab your pistol or knife to try and free yourself.

Panic instantly tightens itself around Barry's lungs. "Good god! Lucia, get inside!" He opens fire on the monster, desperate to make it release you.

It swings you all around, making it difficult for him to get a clean shot. It slowly but surely begins to squeeze you.

A big gray forearm collides with Barry, sending both him and his weapon flying across the deck.

The monster leaps off the sub and into the cold ocean, slowly sinking.

"No, no, no!" Barry practically throws himself over the railing, grasping it with one hand and desperately grabbing for you with the other. Just barely, he manages to take hold of your webbing.

The monster tightens its grip and there's an audible crack. You stop struggling.

...

Barry stills, his fingers going slack. He can't breathe, can't believe it. The devastation hits like a sucker punch to the gut.

Your body fully disappears into the dark waters. This is one of his worst nightmares.

He curses, banging his fist against the sub. It should have been him, not you! Why did you do that?

...He knows the answer. It's because he means as much to you as you do to him.

He knows he would've risked himself like that too if the roles were swapped.

He wishes that they were. What is he meant to do without you?

Albert Wesker

By all accounts, Albert Wesker should be dead. Instead, he's woken up as something else. Something more than human.

And now, he needs to leave this place before it turns into a pile of burning rubble. It isn't clear how much time is left before the self-destruct sequence goes off, but it ought to be enough for him to make it back out the doors.

Most of the bioweapons are easy enough to take out and get past.

There is, however, one problem—one nuisance that is refusing to leave him alone: Lisa Trevor. She's followed him all the way back up to the mansion proper. Since she doesn't have the good sense to give up, he's had to take a different route in an attempt to lose her.

Finally, he thinks he might have. The exit is close. Just down the stairs, in fact. He can see it.

A door behind him flies open. He turns, tightening his finger on the trigger of his Samurai Edge.

"Captain Wesker!"

Oh. It's only you.

Albert is pleased to see that you've made it this far. Not that there was much doubt in his mind that you would. You're one of the best S.T.A.R.S. has to offer when it comes to your combat abilities.

"Where'd—" Your eyes widen before your features twist in concern. "What the hell happened to you?"

It's evident that you haven't run into Jill, Chris, Barry, or Rebecca since everything that happened down in the basement labs. This could work to his advantage. He was hoping to have you join him.

Sparing a glance at the absurd amount of red staining the front of his tactical vest, Albert tells you, "It's nothing serious."

You head closer and stare at him incredulously. It's a lot of blood. As in, more than should be outside of anyone's body if they're still alive. Maybe not all of is his? He isn't acting like he's injured.

"...Alright, if you say so," you reply, unable to shake your worry completely.

"Come with me. We're leaving." Without waiting for another second, Albert starts heading down the stairs.

"But what about the others?"

"There's no point in going after them now,'" he answers vaguely. "I'll explain everything once we get outside."

You hesitate for a moment before beginning to follow him...

...Only to be stopped moments later by an awful, raspy moan and a hunched figure hobbling into the entrance hall with surprising speed.

'What is that?!'

It's clad in a raggedy blue medical gown, wearing a mask that appears to be made of stitched-together human faces, and making a beeline for Albert.

He moves to pull out the gun he just reholstered.

The monster hunches further. A load of worm-like tendrils shoot out of its back.

Everything seems to be happening in slow motion. Wordlessly, you throw yourself between the two of them in order to save your captain from further injury,

As though they were sharp knives, two of the tendrils pierce straight through you. One through your stomach, and another through your chest. You land in a limp pile on the marble floor, blood pouring from your wounds and past your lips.

...

No...

No, this won't do at all.

White-hot anger slowly begins to crawl through Albert's veins.

"You have no idea how grave of a mistake you've just made."

Yet again, he deals with her, this time ensuring that it will be the last time. You watch through half-lidded eyes, unable to truly process any of it. You're teetering dangerously on the edge of nothingness and it's far too late for you to be saved.

Albert just about unloads the rest of his ammunition into Lisa, saving his last bullet so that he can send the chandelier crashing upon her.

"Be a good girl and stay dead." He sneers, then turns to you.

You're already dead. He picks you up.

"Don't worry, my dear. I'll fix this. I will help you rise from the ashes as I did. I will make you something more."

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