Resident Evil: Code Genesis

Disclaimer: For once in a while, I'm writing this for two of the greatest Albert Wesker fans I've met: Wesker's Countess and Madam Wesker of DeviantArt. All three of us wish for a sequel where Wesker returns. Honestly, is it Resident Evil without the guy? He MADE the series. I can accept his death, but I don't have to like it. So, for your reading pleasure, I create a story featuring his utter return. This is for fans, not to be taken too literally. The song here at the end is "Before I'm Dead" by Kidney Thieves.

"Change is the constant, the signal for rebirth, the egg of the phoenix."

-Christina Baldwin

"Life, death, and rebirth are inevitable."

-Rig Veda

By: VampireQueenAkasha

"Sure I'm not human anymore! But LOOK at the power I've obtained!"

-Wesker, Code Veronica

Epilogue~ Respective Ways

20 Years Later

Oklahoma

A black Hummer rode casually down the snow-covered, silent streets of the Oklahoma City, driven by Krauser, who was dressed in black leather and sunglasses. He smiled and cast a glance in his rear view mirror, to where Rose was sitting with a laptop in her lap.

"So ... you really ready, huh?" he said.

Rose smiled and nodded her head. She looked down at the laptop screen and Wesker's face looked right back at her through the means of a video conversation. He looked somewhat irritated.

"She has your charm, Rose," Wesker said, "Today she mouthed off to me over a simple glass of soda."

Rose smiled, half - sarcastic and half - amused. "Oh come on, Wesker," she teased, "I can't take all of the credit, you know that. What about the time when I told her to to clean up her room and she gave me one of your infamous 'you're shitting me' looks."

Wesker rolled his eyes. "Real adorable ... "

Rose looked up at Krauser as they hit the highway toward the outskirts of the city. "Hey, when we get there, keep it warm and just wait outside," she told him, "There's a large pizza in it for you with extra cheese later on when we head home."

Krauser grinned broadly. "Beer?" he questioned.

"Light Beer."

He looked thoughtful for a moment, almost as if he wanted to argue with that before he smiled at her and nodded. "Deal."

The Hummer continued its journey down the highway until it arrived at a dark, secluded house with knick - knacks and various objects littering the yard, covered with ice and snow. The walls and windows looked filthy and unkempt. A dog was resting there comfortably on the front porch and its ears pricked up at the sound of the vehicle pulling into the driveway. It bared its teeth and snarled at the intruder walking up the front path.

Rose held out two hands and gently coaxed the dog to eventually come to her. It made a passive grumbling sound and lowered its head, grudgingly allowing for her to pet it. She was no threat, the dog could somehow sense that.

"Hey, is she home?" Rose whispered, to the animal.

Rose noticed that the screen door was closed and the front door was wide open. Someone was home and leaving their door open in this weather? Rose carefully knocked on the side of the door and stood there, waiting for the owner of the house to acknowledge.

"Who the hell is out there?"

The feminine voice was laced with age and anger. Rose flinched somewhat as a shape lumbered toward the front door, wielding a double - barrel shotgun tightly in hand. When the figure eventually entered the light, Rose's very heart sank.

"You think I won't shoot the white off of a bitch?" the figure spat, "Steal any of my shit and you're dead!"

This was her? This was the very friend that she had abandoned all of these years. Her eyes ... they were white and lifeless, staring perpetually up toward the sky with evidence of brutal scarring around them. She was blind through unnatural means and whatever it was must have blown up in her face. Through the age, wrinkles and the faint scars, Rose could never forget this woman. No. She could never forget her dearest of friends.

"Who's there?" the woman demanded, venomously.

Rose found her voice. "Beth?"

The old woman standing there suddenly looked frightened, haunted even. "Wh - Who ... ?" she gasped, "Rose? Is - Is that really you?"

Rose smiled painfully and tears began to streak down her face. "Yes, it's me."

Beth's shotgun fell from her hands and she slowly, cautiously opened the screen door, reaching out with two hands to find the woman behind the voice, to see if she was really hearing her and not dreaming.

Rose helped her by leaning into her hands and allowing for Beth to "see" her with them. There was a deep look of focus on the old woman's face, but after a moment of touching and "seeing", she knew that Rose was real, standing right here in front of her.

"Oh God ... it is you!" Beth gasped, her voice a low, choking whisper that spoke of her tears threatening to come forth.

Rose smiled. "Yes, Beth, I'm here."

Beth's arms immediately went around Rose before the woman could register it. She wrapped her arms around Beth's smaller, weaker body and the two spent several minutes holding one another. Beth was weeping quietly against her arm while Rose squeezed her eyes shut tightly, a mixture of pain and sorrow filling her. Beth pulled away and touched Rose's cheeks once more.

"Look at you!" she whispered, between her sniffling, "You - You haven't aged a day!"

Rose chuckled softly.

Beth's smile slowly disappeared. "Age has been a real bitch to me. I ain't as young as I used to be."

Rose laughed and shook her head. "You're still that same crazy bitch I knew twenty years ago."

Beth could only laughed quietly at that. She glanced down and felt around for her dog, grasping the thick chain that held him to the porch. "I hope he didn't bite you too hard. He hates strangers."

"No. Not at all."

Beth was quiet for a long time before she spoke and her voice was low with a hidden bitterness to it. "Why did you leave?"

"I had to, Beth," Rose told her, gently; there was regret in her voice, "After Alex's fall, you would have been implicated in everything that had happened. Wesker and I laid low for a while."

"We would have managed ... "

"No, you were all that I had left and I wasn't going to have you hunted down like an animal just for being with me during all of it ... " Rose answered, sternly, "I couldn't let that happen to you. It would have been selfish. Especially after everything that you've done for me."

Beth managed to smile and murmur her amusement. "Yeah, I guess so ... "

After a brief moment of silence between the two, Beth spoke again.

"How's that kid of yours?" she asked, "Giving you any trouble?"

Rose laughed softly and rolled her eyes good - naturedly. "As kids will, you know that. She looks like her father and has his attitude. Wesker insists that it's all me, but you know how he is."

Beth joined in with her laughter. "Sounds like everything's going well with you and Wesker. I"m glad that I won't have to pop a cap in his ass."

"As well as it can be between the two of us despite his constant bitch sessions," Rose answered. She was quiet once more before she spoke again and she sounded pained, piteous and guilty all at once. "I'm sorry for hurting you, Beth, I really am."

Beth smiled somewhat. "Well ... in the end, I suppose it worked out anyway."

Rose gave her friend another hug before she looked over to the Hummer where Krauser was waiting. "There's somewhere I need to stop at today. Maybe when I come back, we can catch up."

"Yes. I'd like nothing more!" Beth said, grinning happily.

Just as Rose turned, Beth smirked. "Is that meathead still alive and kicking?"

"I heard that!" Krauser called, from the vehicle.

The two women snickered carefully at that and Rose immediately spoke seriously now. "Beth, I love you, girl," she told her, "I'll be back this time, I promise. I'll bring her for you to meet too."

Beth nodded. "Sure, sure." She paused, listening to the sounds of the Hummer roaring to life before she cupped her mouth and called to her friend. "SHE'S NOT PICKY LIKE YOU, IS SHE?"

Rose laughed softly at the joke and looked up at Krauser as they began to pull away. "One more trip, big guy," she told him.

He nodded his head.

Raccoon City

Rose stood in the small snow fall, staring solemnly down at a hand-crafted tombstone that she had fashioned with her own two hands. The snow didn't bother her as much as the pain that welled up in her chest. The tombstone read:

JONAS E. BURTON

Date of Birth: December 14th, 1991

Date of Death: June 6th, 2019

"Here rests the bravest man ever known."

Rose placed a white-petaled flower against the stone and a small, wrapped Twinkie. She chuckled sorrowfully to herself and stared down at the tombstone with anguish. It wasn't fair sometimes. Life and death. Sure, she could live forever, but her friends could not. Sometimes it just wasn't fair to see that happen.

"They're your favorite, big guy ... " she whispered.

Behind her, another black Hummer pulled up and Wesker stepped out of it. He watched Rose staring at the grave marker and tilted his head to one side before he walked over to her and noticed that she seemed to have been crying.

"I misjudged that fat little man, haven't I?" he murmured, "He sacrificed his life to destroy Alex's kingdom. Hehe. There aren't many who could do that these days."

Rose chuckled softly, wiping her eyes on the back of her hand. "No. There wasn't anybody like Jonas."

"Indeed." Wesker turned to go and Rose followed him.

After a few moments, Wesker reached out, took her hand in his and they walked back to their vehicles. It was uncertain of the future for them both. Things could go from good to worse, but that was something that they were ready for.

Now, they were ready for anything.

Moon hangs around
A blade over my head
Reminds me what to do before I'm dead
Night consumes light
And all I dread
Reminds me what to do before I'm dead

The sun reclines
Eats my mind
Reminds me what to leave behind
Light eats night
And all I never said
Reminds me what to do before I?m?

To see you
To touch you
To see you
To touch you

Epochs fly, reminds me
What I hide, reminds me
The desert skies
Cracks the spies
Reminds me what I never tried
The ocean wide salted red
Reminds me what to do before I?m?

To see you
To touch you
To feel you
To tell you

The sun reclines - remind me
The desert skies - remind me
The ocean wide salted red
Reminds me what to do before I?m?

Echo:
See you
Touch you
Feel you
Tell you

THE END