Albert Wesker

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Watching as half of Wesker’s face became ripped, and tangled in her fingers, Darck flung the bits of flesh to the floor in disgust. But it was a satisfying knowledge none the less. And then the man of the hour was crashing into the battery, forcing wild spikes of electrical sparks to shoot through out the immediate area. This bought the half vampire enough time to rip herself free of the floor where the pipe had stabbed, and stand up. The metal object still protruding from her chest and between broken ribs.

Something had fallen into place within the woman’s mind as she stood strong, her breathing leveled out. It was a sort of second wind- or rather a final moments deal. Everything gets thrown to the fore ground, all strengths and drive. And as she watched the male get thrown across the room, she turned to face him entirely, dribbles of bright red going down her arms and now chest, dripping off the black shirt and to the floor. Painting an image of battle on the metal.

The blonde moved, not slowing down at all. And took a bit of the floor up. At the same time he was doing this, Darck’s own hand reached up, and grabbed the pipe sticking out of her body. She twisted it, and then yanked. Making a sickening ‘slurp’ sound as it came free, causing her to stumble and wheeze. This was at the same time that Wesker flung that metal disc at her.

The brunette flung the pipe up defensively, deflecting the metal to go flying leftward, slicing into her left arm slightly and severing a couple nerves, but it was sent off into nowhere none the less.

“This isn’t just about power anymore, is it… You’ll destroy them all, won’t you? Monsters, infected, humans… Anyone… Everyones lives, hopes, dreams. Vanquished in an instant. All in your pursuit for power, for perfection.”

Darck spun the pipe around as she took one step forwards, the blood from her wounds starting to flow more freely, while her left arm hung useless at her side. The regenerating had come to a stop until the body could receive some sort of help. Blood bags, fresh source, anything.

“I won’t let you do that… All of us, everyone, we all have one goal… Defeating you, if even for a moment. And I will strike you down, no matter the cost.”

With renewed vigor, Darck was suddenly a blur. First she moved left– no, she went right?! No, not one way or the other. She was suddenly coming from behind him. Slamming her full weight into the man and shoving him towards the battery again. The sharp edges pipe stabbing through his back and coming out through the center of his chest.

She shoved both him and herself right into the battery, allowing the pipe to stab into it’s side and send shocks through the both of them. Loud popping echoing around them as the turbines suddenly went wild. Lights going insane through out the facility, emergency power turned on. While the lower floors began exploding inside the facility.

A huge and fanged grin stayed on Darck’s face, despite the sweat on her brow, the aching in her body. She needed to feed soon, and on something fresh. The ache in her fangs was maddening, the wounds on her body were very slow in their healing, blood splattering everywhere around her. But it wouldn’t stop her. Come hell or high water!

Suddenly pain rushed through her gut, causing darck to double over and wheeze- only for Wesker to snag her by the arm, feeling it slowly give way under the pressure. Shit shit shit! As she was flung, Darck swung out her free hand, with her claw like nails, and tried to scratch at Wesker’s face, gripping at the skin and ripping it as she went flying.

A crash, sounds of rubble collapsing and stone falling. Rattling the facility. Darck was dazed from the way she had gone through and was now falling. Everything seemed to be in slow motion. Wind whistling by slowly as consciousness seemed to waver. No, she couldn’t fade yet. Not yet… They needed her.

She had to continue, buy them time! Take Wesker’s attention every single minute until this place blew in on it’s self! WAKE UP!

Defiance against the impossible as always. Darck snapped back too Reality as she saw Wesker falling towards her with the pipe. The brunette braced herself and tensed, just in time as she hit the bottom, causing a crater in it’s self to form due to the impact. She only had two seconds to shift enough out of the way, so her heart would be protected. Instead the pipe going through her left lung.

Immediately she coughed and hacked up blood, before steeling her resolve. Hands reached up, and began clawing at his face, ripping at the flesh wildly. All of this was a distraction, so her leg could bend up and kick Wesker in the gut, same place he had been stabbed and force him off.

It tasted so gross, rotten to the core, tainted with chemicals and fake. Darck spit out the chunk she took out of him and gagged, nearly puking right then and there. He tasted as gross as he acted, which was no real surprise there. A rotten man with a rotten taste. But then she was called a wretch, and she grinned about to speak up-

Then she was grabbed by the face, making her hiss out loud and struggle against his grip. It was futile however, as they spun around fast enough to make her dizzy, and was then flung through the air. Loud crashing of objects being knocked into, wood shattering and metal screaming as it was ripped through. Until a loud ‘WHUMP’ as she hit the wall with enough force to crack it. Thus knocking the wind out of her.

Darck fell to the cold floor and stumbled, wheezing as she tried to catch her breath and stop the world from spinning. Shit, get it together. Keep it together. Stop holding back, no one is here to see or get hurt. They will all be out soon… They had to be… Wesker was speaking, that snapped her mind back to reality and her sharp eyes fell upon that Tyrant.

“It doesn’t matter if they do or not. You don’t get that. They can fear and hate me as much as they wish. And though it may hurt my soul and break my heart, it will not stop me from protecting any of them. I will fight and keep on fighting until my dying breath, and then some. And you sure as hell won’t be able to do that. I am doing this, for everything.”

Here he came with a pipe in hand. No more nice woman. Hell Hath No Fury Like A Woman Scorned. Her face contorted into a snarl, muscles tensed up. Blood splattering on the floor… One hand rapidly slipped out that old phone, the umbrella one. She flicked in a few codes and– A voice echoed over the loud speakers in the facility.

“-EMERGENCY, EMERGENCY. SELF DESTRUCT SEQUENCE HAS BEEN ACTIVATED. THIS FACILITY WILL NOW BE DECONTAMINATED. PLEASE EVACUATE TO THE SURFACE AND A SAFE DISTANCE FROM THE BLAST ZONE. EMERGENCY, EMERGENCY.-”

It kept repeating, and Darck grinned.

“I’ll destroy everything you have ever worked for, as many times as I have too… Even if we burn together.”

The brunette then lunged forwards, both hands outstretched and her nails became claws. Going in for face to face combat. Leaping upon Wesker with the predatory grace of a wild cat, and enough force to create a small sonic boom in the room, rumbling through the facility, as blast doors started to open up, alarms blaring.

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Feral noises– it struck a pang in his stomach. It churned and twisted- he felt ill. To see her this close and to see her like this– it took every nerve not to lash out himself and to kick her back. He’d ask about it later. Not now. The chains are gone. And in that instant, he ROLLS free of her grip despite the jab of something broken within. Medical help came later. Already, eyes lock onto stairs and he’s entered a rapid sprint. Only an arm to hold his side, the rest of him far too preoccupied with escape to look back. Until something, something told him to. And in that instant, he would catch whatever the hell happened the moment he’s slipped free. But he doesn’t stop until he’s already reached the stairs. A foot on the step, he’s whirled around, heaving. Bracing against the wall. Too fast. His body hurts. And the sight of so much blood and gore fazes him yet at the same time, doesn’t. All he does is pale. No time– to find Ellie was his main goal. And again, he’s turned to flee. His weapons are gone and he can’t be assed to stay and fight a fight he won’t win without artillery. He’s gone. What would happen behind him would be left for those two. The outcome to be faced upon the surface.

Leon had seen the monstrous capabilities of Darck, and she could tell he was having a flight or fight moment. Gods it was just like before- why was it like before. This would give nightmares for who knows how long- and she wouldn’t ever be able to get close again. But he got out, he was alive, and would escape. That is all that counted right now. And as Darck watched him take off, her instincts immediately kicked in.

“Shit-!”

At the last second the female whirled around, just in time for Wesker’s hand to go stabbing into her stomach. Forcing Darck to slam back in the wall and release a painful scream, before she snapped her jaws shut and grabbed hold of Wesker’s arm. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Leon turn and look back at this, god she wish he hadn’t. This prompted Darck’s head to turn in Leon’s direction, her teeth receding to normal, and eyes returning to brown behind purple sunglasses.

“DON’T COME BACK FOR ME!”

Her voice was loud, a roaring command that echoed in the hall ways and up through stair wells. He took off to go find Ellie, which allowed the brunette to look back towards Wesker, while she wrestled against his arm that was through her torso. All those fangs regrowing in a couple of seconds and eyes becoming their nightmarish colors and shape. Fingers dug into the bare skin of Wesker’s forearm as she started shoving his arm out of herself.

“Nothing… To hold me back now. Come on, show me what you can do, you fake garbage!”

With those words, her jaws lashed forwards, and bit deeply into Wesker’s shoulder. Much like a wild animal starved for food, and ripped a chunk out of it. If he wanted her to be a monster, then that was exactly what he would get.

A True Monster.

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There was something sickening about having to watch this. Some.. horrifying gladiator’s match of the modern world. What baffled and maybe even TERRIFIED him was how Darck was faring. She wasn’t dying. Hardly fazed. Yet he’s silent. Counting the minutes, the seconds. But he has faith. God, does he have faith. In the dying lights does he keep going. Because after all he’s fought for, why stop here? They all had a reason to fight. The good lot, anyway. But he’s not over the fangs. He’s not over the change of demeanor. His body is not done in it’s warnings. Yet he remains vigilant. And he wonders: was there anyone above ground?

“Fight for whats worth it do you hear me!” Fight for the memories he cannot recall. Fight for what you know him for. Fight with the vigor he cannot unleash with these binding chains. Fight the lion’s fight in his stead. 

A fist came at Darck’s face, which made her grit her teeth and jerk backward– wait, he went down! The kick caused her to crash downwards, and she angrily released a roar as her skull connected with the floor, causing it to crack and bleed seep down the side of her face. The roar sounded something across with a dragon- or a predatory Lion. Starving and battling for territory.

Leon kept shouting, fueling this burning fire. And it seemed to give renewed vigor into the shorter woman. She damn well would fight for what was worth it. EVERYONE was worth it. Protect them from a future with this bastard, twist and rip down his plans. It would not happen as he wished!

In a swift movement, that made her a blur herself, she leaped up from being prone. Rapidly flipping over the Tyrant, and landing behind him. Both hands flipped the Crowbar, and slammed the sharp edge backwards. Forcing it’s end through Wesker’s stomach, and shoving her weight and superhuman strength against him, to push him down. Pinning him to the ground as the metallic object stabbed into the concrete floor.

“I can win! Do you know why?! Because I fight for someone and something else, other than power! I fight for my heart beats for others, not for my self! I chose this life to protect others, you twisted your self for strength, for power, to become something else. You don’t care or love others. I do. I would walk backwards into HELL if I had too. You’re too greedy and self centered to feel a drive like that!”

The brunette rolled off Wesker, taking the few seconds she had won. Her form bolted across the room, a movement that made herself a blur, before skidding in front of Leon, hell she nearly fell over, but grabbed the chains holding him to keep from doing that. Immediately her muscles flexing under those clothes as both hands started to rip at the chains, trying to break them off.

“Hngk… Come on– Leon, I’m getting you out of here. Ellie is in this Facility– she’s on the western side, probably in the living quarters. You need to get her out! Chris is above ground, I texted him. Wesker already tried to get him here- but I told him stay up there. I won’t let this trap happen again, damn it. You need to get Ellie and head topside, follow him out! Evacuate this facility!”

Another loud snarl, and teeth bared, Darck’s eyes behind those sunglasses shifting into a bright hellfire red. And those chains finally broke, making her heave a heavy breath. She was not going to last long, it was obvious. But she could buy time. The lack of sleeping was causing her regeneration to be sluggish. The fact she didn’t have a fresh blood source other than blood bags was taking a toll on her abilities.

“Service stairs, left side of the room! GO!”

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Did he see that right? The shift? Better yet- why is the slight panic coming back? The heavy feeling in his gut. The slight tremble of hands and kick of legs. The squirm of desperation and the slump of body in a harsh pull to rock against the pin of chains. A part of him wants to TEAR from the damned things holding him down and fight. Yet through the impending buried panic and the still ringing pain that is buried deep into muscle, every tug, every thrash driven by a need to break free is only accompanied with a stabbing pain.  Forgive me Leon. It’s afloat in his thoughts and he grits his teeth. A reflex, an act fueled by the subconscious. He still can’t recall. He can’t remember a damn thing. It’s killing him. Eating him alive. But he knows. Oh does he know, that there will be a showdown. “Give him HELL–!” If he would be stuck here, he would not hinder.

A lion was nothing without a pride. She was one of the few he had. 

Here he came, Wesker moving closer and speaking. Darck’s body tensed up and her body took a defensive stance. It was obvious she knew damn well what she was doing, not at all any rookie mistakes here. Held her ground, her body completely still. Not a single twitch or shaking body part, her eyes eteeled and that of a warrior that has been through hell and back. She wasn’t scared at all of what this man could do, his strengths and powers.

She could take it. She had too.

“Give him hell” The words rang in her ears and her eyes widened slightly. Shook her right down to her core. This was when the Tyrant was rushing forwards, and went in for the attack with his blurred movements. Darck barely had a chance to react as she jerked sideways and shot both her hands up. Too slow, the crowbar stabbed right through her shoulder, making her shout out in pain, before she snapped her jaws closed. Both hands wrapping around the metal weapon- and she shoved back, slowly pushing the object out of her wound, and making the super powered man’s arms and weapon pull away from her self.

“You’re… Going to have to try a little harder than that…”

And then… She grinned… All pearly white fangs and wide eyed. Permission was given, in a way, and while Leon had no idea the horrifying moments he would see, those words released the final lock.

“AS YOU WISH!” Darck shouted towards Leon.

In this moment, she ripped the weapon free of her wound, and spun her body, swinging her elbow back and towards Wesker’s throat, all while yanking the crowbar from his hands.

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He’s stuck. There isn’t a thing he can do from here except watch. Watch, with this look on his face. Is it shame? Is it pain? Both? Perhaps. The brilliant shine isn’t there. It couldn’t be there. All that was there was some old pained glisten that paved the way to deeper thoughts. And through that lion’s fire, his concerns were a bright string of light that peeked through the golden brown surrounding pupil.

What a mess i’ve gotten myself into. It’s all his face can mirror. Already failing and it hasn’t even started. Words have fled for the time being. Leon a forced audience to a plan that was bound to send the world spiraling into deep hell. It’s a fake smile that he puts on. To save face. To cope. To cope with the stress and to cope with how things are already slipping through fingers. He smiles, because he knows she’ll be looking at him. And he smiles, because for once, he is at a loss. Do what you have to right now. I’m fine. But at the same time? A scorching stare is thrown at the Tyrant’s back. Searing holes through the lack of soul he had. Bastard. “He seems keen on throwing around commands, doesn’t he?”

Darck clenched her hands into tight fists the moment that she had seen those eyes of his. The sunglasses did nothing to conceal the way he had them glowing in his fucked up head. Everything was already so difficult, and this was just the beginning. But it would not work like last time. She was stronger now, faster, better. And far more all right with embracing her monstrous side… The only thing holding her back from that, was Leon. He was right there, watching, and could easily be hurt, either mentally or physically.

But oh that smile… The way Leon looked, so helpless and pleading, but he still smiling in such a way, that it spoke volumes. ‘I’m okay’ ‘Do what you need to’. ‘Don’t worry’. Always so reassuring… It actually made darck’s face fall from that angry expression, into surprised, followed by sadness… Before it steeled again, and she gave a gentle nod, looking back towards Wesker. The main bastard of the hour. A renewed flame in her eyes. She whispered quietly, but it could still be heard.

“Forgive me, Leon…”

Then, he voice steeled once more.

“When doesn’t he like throwing commands.” Darck spoke up sharply, before she pointed forwards. “But I will not be following those commands. Not this time, Wesker. You have one warning. Let him go.”

All the while she was speaking, her canines began to grow longer, sharper. The rest of her teeth slowly becoming much sharper looking. While the eyes behind those purple sunglasses started to glow.

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The feel of cold material against his chin rings an alarm within himself he had no choice but to tone down. A nulled notch, a simple knee-jerk instinct he could no longer feed into. Any attempts would shove him off the tightrope he walked so weakly upon already. It could shift the danger into full throttle. Further a process he is trying to desperately to avoid. And when he is forced to stare at Wesker and his ever smug face, he scoffs. It is all he can do. “Not all of us want the same view as you do. Not all of us want to achieve your twisted ideas of what a BETTER WORLD would be. We don’t have the same VIEWS.”

And like that, he’s silent again. His face drops and he pales ever slightly. Only god knows what the hell Wesker’s going to do now. The thought alone leaves him to bite at the skin of lip, to furrow brows. Darck. There was so little he had been told about her- that the term monster might have put him off. Somehow. “Perfect. More fun for you right?” Sour sarcasm.

Texting away on her phone while entering this hellish facility that the brunette knew so very well, put Darck on edge. She had Chris prepped at Extraction and ready for back up this time. He was not going to be inside. There was no underground train escape route, there was only above ground. This was going to be a one shot chance. There was going to be no holding back, no matter what… Even if it meant eternal hatred or eternal fear towards her from others. If it kept them safe, it was worth it.

Of course an armed guard was the one to escort the woman down deeper through those white hallways and steel tunnels. Despite how she knew the heating system was on, these places always were so cold. It radiated cold feelings, there was no changing that…

Then came a door she knew well. It still had dents in it…

Darck’s expression became hard, and her eyes sharp. She removed her trench coat, and gently dropped it- letting it fall inside of her own shadow. Vanishing from existence in some strange way. This was when she opened the door, just as Leon was speaking up about ‘fun’.

Slow steps and a deep breath were what carried the woman inside the room, marching towards Wesker and Leon slowly. Not saying a word.

Honestly she was just waking up from a nap, hair tousled as she yawned, making unintelligent noises upon the knock on her door. Only taking the moment he gave her to sit up and toss her blankets to the side and to yawn.

She saw the box under his arms and made a confused expression at it, wondering what he could possibly have gotten her this time. When the box was set down she jumped a bit just at  the sound, her curiosity only growing. At least until the tyrant told her what was in the casing.

For a moment Ellie tried to hide her mocking face.  “A combat outfit? You mean like yours? You’ve got  to be joking. I’m not wearing anything like that.”