ENTRY 242
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I had a little inspiration to write a short something or other after the latest installment in the alternate game. This takes place just after William was recaptured by Wesker and Ada gave Leon and Steve the surveillance tape of his incapacitation.
In this alternate story it has been established that Wesker was also after the G-Virus, and knew upon meeting Birkin that he would produce something great. In an effort to stay close and seize whatever was made, he feigned emotions for the other scientist and betrayed him in Raccoon City before Umbrella had even come to get the sample for themselves. Shooting William in cold blood and leaving him for dead, Birkin injected himself in a fit of rage to try and claim vengeance on the only man whom he had ever trusted.
Birkin did not marry Annette and Sherry was never born.
In this version, Wesker has a much more emotionless role(if its possible) and carries a much more sadistic persona. A bit ooc I know, but whattcha gonna do, sue me? HAHA PUN!….wut.
If you have nooo idea what I’m talking about don’t worry. I think only a select few would anyhow. Please do read this though and give some feedback. Like I’ve said before, I don’t consider myself to be a very strong writer.
Also, the italics are a journal entry and are written in the style of the character.

I wanted to continue it on further but I feel blocked some how. I guess it's for a reason. After the text ends, it can be assumed that either Steve or Leon was standing at the door and heard the entire conversation.

Just a little scene between Shaun and Faris.
Also, Shaun is struggling with his place in the world. Poor boy. He has a bit of a weak mind.... could probably be swayed back to the dark side XD

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Entry 242


Every kid dreams of growing up to be a super hero…and who can blame them? But for every hero there is a villain. And with great power comes great responsibility. That’s how it works right?
What if your given the powers but not the opportunity?
What if your purpose no longer exists and you were never even given the chance to try?
You are scared, driven away, and your benefactor becomes your hunter as you fall from aspiring greatness to a practiced ghost. Not by choice, but for survival.

We’re not as lucky as I’d hoped though and slowly I watch as my only loved ones are picked off, dragged back kicking and screaming before they are destroyed. Memories and a surveillance tape are their only testaments of existence as their minds are obliterated and they become shells of the people I once knew and respected. The screen I’ve been watching flickers through static and they are gone forever. A doll for the enemy’s amusement.  

Once, I belonged. I had a place somewhere where I were loved and cared for. I had a purpose for the greater good and I wanted it with my entire being, too young to understand why there were monsters or why you spent so much time in the lab. You never questioned why you didn’t  have a mother, only a slew of men rushing around you in a flurry, each stranger than the next.

Too young to understand the fundamentals of the project, to know I was merely another test subject. That I am the oldest living specimen and my trial sets the standards for all who might follow.

These men you trusted, you loved, split into pieces as opinions wedged a massive chasm between the idea of parenting, and that of the scientific law.
Love won that battle, and you were stolen away in an attempt are normalcy…however fake it was. Still, It didn’t matter because you were loved and cared for.. These changes within your body explained and your hand held every step of the way.

I came to terms with my mutated humanity and have come to realize that the only purpose I had is now behind enemy lines, taunting me with binding obligation whilst that same force tries to avidly destroy everything I hold dear, striking terror into my very core. How can I have an obligation there? I hate him. Hate him with my whole being.

Love may have won the battle that day, but it might just as well have forfeited the war.

Love makes you weak against the relentless onslaughts of a cruel, pitiless man.
He too was your father once, but never were you his son.

-SAB-


Shaun sighed lightly and rolled over onto his side, letting the pen in his hand drop next to the small journal that was laying on the bed. William’s tape replayed through his head in circles, threatening to raise a sob from the emotionally ravaged boy. He was sure having grown up in the facility would have made everything different but the nagging curiosity was within him every day. If they hadn’t had run for it would they still be all together? Would there have been any semblance of the family he cherished? He felt isolated, alone, scared. Being on the road your entire life was prone to those side effects not including the massive bouts of self doubt and loneliness that seemed self evident. It wasn’t that he was unappreciative of his family, he needed them, all of them to stay sane inside their situation, but he needed more. Other people, different kinds of love, interactions.. And being a teenage boy, he wanted sex. Physical gratification to hush the demands of his active hormones.
Sitting up from his bed with a frustrated sigh, Shaun wiped at his eyes and cast a reproachful glance at his journal. William had suggested he keep one because ‘you never know when it would come in handy. Thoughts, notes, ideas… they need to go down somewhere.’ Good advice from the fallen genius. He was a father… one of many…though no title had stuck to him, the part of Mommy was often played. Fixing scraped knees and kissing them better, teaching essential knowledge and even cooking on the rare breakfast occasion.
He was so vital to the survival of their little clan… and that made it even more difficult to accept that he was gone in an instant. Not dead, no. Death would have been a mercy for the torturous life he had endured and the hellish existence he would continue to have. It was all at the hands of one man… the one whose name Shaun carried in his own. Albert. Species or mutations aside, the man was a monster. As genuine as they came with a dark carbon heart devoid of any and all emotion except the overwhelming sensation of schadenfreude. How very fitting.
A dry sob forced it’s way out of the boy’s lungs and he doubled back over onto his bed, face contorted with anguish into the bedcovers. This was all his fault after all. That stupid game, learning stupid skills, picking the wrong person to practice on.
Stealth was important and the ability to...remove...items from the unsuspecting was the perfect field exercise. If only he hadn’t picked a henchmen. How was it even possible to pick the one group of baddies out of an entire plaza of people? It seemed inconceivable and yet he still had and was fraught with guilt. He felt sick and the crushing self blame was suffocating.
Murderer.
If he hadn’t dared Faris to go then William wouldn’t have had to come. He was as good as dead now, worse even, and it was all his fault. Maybe he really was following after Wesker. Admittedly, Shaun had a cruel streak but it was rare and inconsistent. His calculating mind had been diverted onto other subjects to make sure he wouldn’t follow the ambition-driven footsteps of his sociopath father. Biologically it was still possible but he had reached an age where it would have surfaced if it were going to by way of any natural means.
A small knock broke the silence of the moment but Shaun had barely heard it, still heaving air with his head in the covers.
“Hey…”
It was the soft voice of his younger brother. Faris entered and closed the door softly behind him before slowly approaching the bed. He also blamed himself for what had happened though in reality it truly was a freak coincidence.
Shaun’s shoulders shook harder but he refused to look up, not wanting to look weak.
Faris didn’t blame him, and probably would have done the same. Silently, the boy sat and placed a hand on his brother’s shoulder, drawing him into a hug.
“I’m so sorry” The older tyrant sobbed, trying to control his breaths and tears. He was supposed to be a role model and look what he had done. Look how pathetic he was right then, clinging to Faris and crying like a little girl.
“Shhh” Was the sympathetic reply. He understood, and rocked slightly in comfort. What was done was done. They were leaving with Ada the next day and no one could change it now. William was beyond their reach and the tapes were Wesker’s way of flaunting it. He knew they would have trouble keeping up without him but what the man didn’t know was that they had been offered shelter. Ada and The Corporation had been offering their services for years but had always respected the trio’s wishes to try and fend for themselves. Occasionally they would do a job for them and in return The Corporation would send helpful information or necessary medical equipment.
It was hard not to cry himself and it was almost heartbreaking to watch his brother fall to pieces and blame himself.
“Listen… Shaun…” What could he say though? Any assurance that it wasn’t his fault would be ignored… but how could he blame him? Faris, though younger, was often the voice of reason and was incredibly mature for his age.
“I’m so sorry…”
“It’s not your fault…”
“You don’t know that.” Shaun bit between breaths as he forced himself to calm down, fighting against the tears with all his strength. “If I hadn’t have dared you… If I hadn’t have called Will…”
“I would be dead, or back there in Wesker’s facility!” Faris exclaimed, grasping his brother by the shoulders and forcing him to look him in the eye.
“He was going to let me go! He knocked me to the ground and was going to leave but did I lay there? No. I got back up like an idiot and he figured out who I was. Wesker didn’t even recognize me until then. I should have just stayed on the ground. You didn’t know he was in that plaza but I knew full well what was going on in the forest and I still got back up! Get a hold of yourself.”
Tears of his own were forming but were angrily wiped away.
“We both miss Dad…but this is bigger then both of us and there’s nothing we can do on our own.”
There was nothing they could do for him except wish him the quick and painless death he would never be allowed.
The words struck Shaun through his haze of self hate with a startling force. Faris hadn’t said what happened when Wesker went after him. Only that William had come to his rescue.
“It was a first reaction Faris…you couldn’t have been thinking clearly…”
“I was terrified.” The younger boy shook his head. “But it’s no excuse.”
“You blame yourself.”
There was a long pause and the silence spoke for it’s self. This time it was Shaun who initiated the embrace. Blame and guilt would rip them both apart if they didn’t deal with it right then and there.
“I’m going to kill him some day…” Shaun said after a long moment with renewed determination, breaking the somber quiet that had filled the room.
Faris looked up with questioning eyes.
“All this time… I thought my purpose for existing was taken away when we left. I know it’s for the better but I can’t help but feel useless. All this power….Everything we have…There’s no way our lives could ever be anything near normal but all we’ve ever done was run away.”
“Shaun, don’t be stupid…” It almost sounded like he wanted to go back.
“I’m not. It all makes sense now.” Everything was coming together in his head.
“My purpose, is to kill him.” A new look had entered his sunburst eyes and was content to stay there. It was that of pure hate and a promise.
“I’m going to make him pay for everything he’s ever put us through. For everything he’s ever done…”
Faris nodded, knowing it was true. “Your not going by yourself.” He was most definitely in and Felix would agree in a second. “I have the right to get revenge too.”
“I wouldn’t deny you that.”
“I wouldn’t let you.”
Shaun smirked but said nothing, letting their agreement settle in the silence.