Pain.
That was the first thing I felt.
My ears ringing and a thunder of what seemed like thousands of drums betting with the same rhythm. I could hear people shouting but I couldn't see anyone. Why may you ask? Well, my vision was bright white, and my eyes felt like pits of lava searing the inside of my skull, then.
DING!
Silence.
The pain was gone, the ringing, the burning in my eyes, gone.
I was in a black void.
[System has detected Host inability to assimilate to new vessel. Containment of vessel abilities activated per safety protocols.]
Came a cold robotic voice.
System? Host? Vessel? What the hell is going on?
I tried to speak, yell, anything, but no sound came out. Fuck.
Next thing I knew I was being pulled like I had strings attached. That made me feel terrified. Losing control of my own body, "come on!" I yelled before,
Thud, Thud, Thud, Thud
I opened my eyes. No pain, thank God. Wait! why the fuck am I thanking anyone right now. Where the fuck am I?
The sound of what seemed like a helicopter hit me and I looked around.
It was dark, nighttime probably. That made sense, since I was asleep in bed a second ago. There were people in a small metal space that I immediately recognized as the inside of a helicopter. Yup, I'm in a fucking helicopter that is in the fucking air. Am I being kidnaped? That makes no sense. I don't have money or have any rich relatives so what then?
"Captain, are you ok?"
I heard a voice in my ear which made me realize I was wearing a headset. That prompted me to look around.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuuucck!
This can't be happening. No fucking way. Why?
The reason I was panicking was because I immediately recognized who I was sitting next to. Jill fucking Valentine, yeah that Jill Valentine from the Resident Evil games. Looking around the Helicopter I saw Chris Redfield, Barry Burton, and Joseph Frost. Oh, and there is Brad Vickers the shitty helicopter pilot.
Wait!
I looked around franticly searching for the last member of what I was very familiar with as a die-hard fan of the RE universe.
Where the fuck is Wesker. The motherfucker that's the cause of every bad thing that happens.
There he is, in the win..dow…
Aww FUCK!
No, No, NO. Its bad enough that I'm in the Resident Evil universe but now I'm in Albert Wesker's body, THE big bad of the RE universe!
"Captain?" came another voice.
I looked back at the one who asked, Chris. "I'm fine just thinking." I replied. Shit that was a terrible response man. No one is going to buy that lame ass excuse.
"You must be worried about Bravo team captain. Don't worry they can handle themselves, they are S.T.A.R.S after all" said Jill with confidence that made no sense to me. Wait, did she just make an excuse for my weird behavior just now? Thank God for gullible people.
"We're 10 klicks out from the last location of Bravo team" came Brads voice over the comms.
…! (stare)
They were all staring at me.
Huh? Why the fuck are you all staring at me for? I don't know what to say. I'm a fucking officer worker for fuck's sake.
Sigh.
"Rodger. Do a flyby of the area before touchdown" wait that was me?? Somehow, I managed to say what I wanted in a way that didn't make me sound like complete idiot.
"Rodger" Brad replied. Thankfully nobody talked to me after that, which gave me a moment to collect my thoughts.
Ok, so I was in bed then the pain, wait the pain!
"System" I said in my head hoping that the troupe of being able to talk to the system telepathically worked.
Nothing. Shit.
So, I'm not going to get any free info from the overly helpful system, I guess. Just my luck. I toke a deep breath and tried to calm myself.
If I am in Albert Wesker's body then the pain and what the system said would make sense. Wesker was a superhuman already being infected and merged with the progenitor virus. But I don't feel any different. Could it be the "containment of abilities" the system was talking about? In that case my situation just went from nightmarish to apocalyptically bad. Fucking system, with its fucking rules and whatever the fuck is going on, FUCK!
Puff, calm down man this is not helping.
[Host mental state deemed optimal for memory transference]
The same cold voice came.
What!
Pain again, but this time it was manageable.
All of Wesker's memories, his training, his mental strength all of it was being shoved into my head all at once and it fucking hurt but I felt like I could control the flow and so I tried.
DING!
[Memory transference successfully. Host is one step closer to full assimilation]
"System? Hello?" … nothing.
Of course, you're not going to answer me cause that would be too easy. After rolling my eye at the system trying to show my frustration, I focused on what the system had said.
One step closer huh. That means there are pre-requisites to unlocking the other abilities. Or at least I hope otherwise I'm a dead man walking, no pun intended.
{Athur} wink.
As I began going through Wesker's memories, trying to make sense of them,
"Captain found Bravo team heli, its…" Brad stopped talking after seeing the crashed helicopter.
To alpha team it was a sign of a bad omen but to me it was the sign of the beginning of the end.
"Brad, Take us down. Frost stays with Brad and conducts a grid search of the immediate area. I want status updates." I said with much more authority than I expected, somewhat surprised.
You might be asking why would I tell Frost to stay in the heli, well he gets his face ripped off by a zombified dog AKA Cerberus when we land and I want to save him or at least as many of them as I possibly can because I need brownie points for later when people find out about Wesker.
"Captain heli is on bingo fuel, need to refuel first." Brad said sounding nervous like he was talking to the principle.
"For fuck sake's Brad. I told you to refuel the heli before we left" said Barry with more anger than what you would expect but I caught the look in his eyes as he looked at me before looking away.
Great, that is going to be another problem I need to deal with.
"Sorry Captain" Brad said sheepishly.
Now what? Should I just tell him to go back to the city? No there is no way the others are going to go along with that. They have no idea what's going on plus bravo team needs help. At least Rebecca does.
"Get it done and get back here ASAP" I replied with a resigned tone.
"Rodger Captain" Brad sounded as if he got a get out of jail free card or something.
"He got off to easy" Jill said to Chris. "Well, he's still useful" Chris smirked and everyone in the heli smiled except me and Barry.
Thud, Thud, Thud,
The Helicopter got close to the ground, kicking up lose dirt and dust making the area hard to see. Sliding door opened and all the S.T.A.R.S alpha team members rushed out taking a defensive posture around the helicopter as it started to lift off.
Thud, thud, thud, thud, thud
The sound of the heli getting farther and farther away made my stomach turn.
Well, there goes our only way out of this shithole.
We moved towards the bravo teams crashed heli. Frost checked on the pilot that I already knew was dead.
"Kevin his … dead" Frost said to the team which dropped the moral of everyone down visibly.
"No other bodies. Most likely the rest are alive. Let's move." I said, trying to give them some hope but I knew only a few would be alive.
With that we moved on from the crashed heli.
We were getting closer and closer towards the building. Yup, Spencer Mansion, the worst place you can visit, and we were willing walking into the jaws of this monster.
The mansion wasn't visible from where we were, but I knew it was the only place where we could stand a chance. Better than a forest at night anyways.
Then someone had a brilliante idea which made me want to face palm.
"We should split up and cover more grounds. We need to find bravo team asap. They might need medical aid" Chris suggested to the team.
Bruh! Are you serious? Have you never seen a horror movie before?
Jill of course agreed because why would you think for yourself. FUCK. This is bullshit. Why am I, a fucking officer worker has more sense than these highly trained professionals?
For a second I thought they were going to just split and leave but instead they all looked at me like they were asking my permission. "Captain?" Chris asked. God, I want to punch him in the face right now. Puff, deep breaths man.
"No, we don't know the terrain, and we don't have the manpower to conduct a grid search. I'm not risking the team." I said as monotone as I could get trying to maintain an air of detachment.
Chris looked dejected like I had just kicked his dog, Jill looked worried but also appreciative, Frost looked antsy, and Berry, well Berry looked visibly shocked. Like I grew a second head shocked. Come on man, don't look at me like that.
"Let's move" putting more power into my voice hoping that would end the discussion. And it did as we started to move in a diamond formation with Chris taking point followed by Barry to the left and me to the right. Frost was in the middle and Jill was rear security.
Author {P.S here is what the role of each member should be. Tbh this is from reddit so just go with it.}
Alber Wesker – LDR
Chris Redfield – PM
Jill Valentine – RS
Joseph Frost – OM
Barry Burton – BUM
Brad Vickers – RS
LDR – Team leader / PM – Point Man / RS – Rear Security / OM – Carry multi gear & equipment / BUM – Backup Man supports PM
Hope everyone is enjoying this crazy RE fanfic. It's my first time writing anything so please be genital onii san. Hehe