Evil in REsidence

[Albert Wesker]

"CHRIIIIIIISSSS!"

A single word, mangled and screamed with the last breath in lungs scorched and burning under an onslaught of molten rock and rampant mutation. A single word, full of so much hate and wrath directed at a single point, a single person, the laser-guided fury drowned out the unbearable pain of the bath of liquefied earth he rested in.

"If I go down...I'm taking the two of you with me!"

His grip on the helicoper tightened further. A groaning of metal in protest, and the entire thing lurched crazily, listing wildly and unsteadily in the air. Every tug sent a new wave of wobbling and swaying to it, the slimy tendrils of virus-born mutation not giving an inch.

Wesker's vision was fading. Clouded in equal parts by a red haze of anger, the shimmering heat of lava bubbling around him, and the darkening of the world as his life bled away. Only one thing remained clear: the aircraft bearing his most hated nemesis. The one man who had ruined everything he had worked for, for SO LONG! Wesker was going to die. He had accepted it, but he wasn't going to go down alone. He was going to...

His plans hit an immediate end, without his approval. A rocket tore through his head, the explosive payload detonating in the magma behind him and throwing him forward. The searing heat ripped through the tentacles borne from his arm, engulfing him in a wave of liquid rock. He disappeared in the fireball and wave of lava, finally gone for good.

...but he didn't cease to think, or to exist. He suspected it at first, as all he could see was blackness. A black void, and nothing else. Then he saw something else. A white shadow, a spot of light in the blackness. Inverse of the usual, strange and surreal. And it spoke to him.

"My name is Omni. This is not the world you know."

He knew, then. Albert Wesker knew, then. He had made it. He had overcome, and gone to his rightful place. Chris had thought it was finally over...but it was just getting started.