The Perfect Subject - (Wesker x Reader)

Chapter 4 - Something Special

Then Wesker turned around again, and I saw Chris's face contorted in a combination of rage and anguish, his eyes watching the back of Wesker's head instead of looking at me.

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We eventually reached the entrance, the world silent and dark under the presence of nighttime. I was taken off of Wesker's shoulder and placed into a huge dark SUV and buckled in by two men. The door shut, and Wesker went around to the other side and sat next to me in the backseat. He nodded at the driver and the SUV began to drive away.

Searching discreetly for a way to escape, I eyeballed the door handle next to me. The locks clicked into place, trapping me inside. When I glanced to my right at Wesker, he was staring at me, elbow propped up on his window, hand holding his chin. The blood that soaked him was absolutely revolting. It covered every inch of his black suit and dyed his hair a new rusty color. When our eyes met, the orange color of his irises flickered in the moonlight streaming in from outside the car.

"Y/N... you're quite remarkable, you know that?" Wesker mused, squinting his eyes.

"What?" I blurted, confused. Wesker had been nothing but a dick to me ever since we met. Why am I being... praised?

He looked away and gazed out his window, hand half covering his mouth. "You will see soon enough."

I only cooperated with him because I'm absolutely petrified of this man. He killed several dozens of BSAA members... in a BSAA building. Without trouble. Just to get to me.

I turned rigidly and watched the world fly by outside my window, unsure if I should do anything about my situation. Will I see my family again? How will my parents get by without my support?

As these thoughts circulated my mind, the choking sensation I had felt from earlier had never left, because the entire car ride was absolute silence and tension. The ability to breathe grew difficult, as I feared that any action I did would piss him off, including a simple breath.

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The car was eventually enshrouded in darkness as we descended down a ramp into a tunnel. Occasionally, white lights on either side would fly by as we continued going. We arrived in what looked like an underground garage, and pulled up to a door with a group of men standing around it. These men resembled the security guards at the place I worked at. Or, well, used to work at.

Tricell logos were plastered on their uniforms, confirming my suspicions. I glanced at Wesker as we parked and inquired softly, "There's another facility?"

He seemed startled at my sudden casual conversation starter, and as we exited the car, he finally responded with a scoff, "Of course. There are dozens. If one is compromised, we move to the next. Much like the situation you put ours in." Wesker narrowed his eyes at me as he shut the car door behind me when I was finally out.

Knowing that he was still livid, I kept silent for the rest of the time.

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The facility was grand, much larger and sterile than the one I had worked at. Wesker, along with a few security guards, escorted me through the halls. We stopped at a door that was heavily fortified and they led me inside. It wasn't welcoming, but it was better than any of the other places I was trapped in. A door towards the back led to a private bathroom with a toilet, shower, and sink. In the main room was all white with disgusting fluorescent lights that could blind you if you stare too long. A plain white bed sat in a corner and a steel desk with metal chairs sat on the opposite wall.

"You are going to stay here until we can figure out exactly what makes you resilient to Uroboros," Wesker explained as I examined the room. I turned around to face him standing in the doorway.

"I think you guys just... fucked up," I remarked, looking down at my hands and shaking my head.

"We did no such thing. Although you cannot feel it... you have control over the virus," Wesker reiterated, walking towards me with a devious smile on his face. He grabbed my chin and forced me to look up at him. "You are something special."

I yanked my chin from his hand and rubbed it gingerly, looking at him sideways. His smile disappeared and he simply frustratingly sighed. The blood that still covered him dried in little rivers in the cracks of his skin, fuelling my fear and disgust for this fucked up murderer.

"One day, you will understand, Y/N."

Why does he keep saying stuff like that? All because of this sickening virus?

With that he left the room and locked the door. I was left alone.

I took the time to shower, noticing a set of fresh clothes sitting on the toilet seat that were... normal. A pair of grey sweatpants and a grey sweater. Socks and underwear were also provided. Thank god, I'm still stuck in this medical gown from earlier. The BSAA hadn't even bothered to give me clothes nor a new gown.

After I washed my hair and body, I stood in the heat of the shower, letting the water pelt my back as each thought came pouring out. I had absolutely no idea what was going to happen to me.

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I took several hours before I was finally given food and water, which I ate ravenously at the steel desk. It wasn't very good, but at least it was something. Wesker, along with a doctor (I assumed, he was wearing a white lab coat) entered the room once I finished. The doctor instructed me through a medical examination, checking blood pressure, blood sugar, mouth hygiene, and the like. Wesker watched me throughout this process, his sunglasses resting on his face once again.

The doctor left after taking a blood sample and said something to Wesker. Once the door closed, I nervously sat on my bed and watched Wesker lean against the wall, arms crossed, frowning at me.

"What is it?" I finally asked, disturbed by his staring. "Are you going to poke and prod at me forever?"

He shifted his weight and crossed one leg over his ankle. "I want to see..."

Wesker didn't continue his sentence, so I demanded, "See what?"

Suddenly, he flipped a combat knife from his suit at an incredible speed and threw it right at my face. Somehow I saw this movement, and when the knife came flying towards me, I instinctively threw my arms in front of me to stop it, squeezing my eyes shut. I didn't feel it slice into my arm, however. Clanging sounds rang out as the knife hit the floor next to me.

"Impressive," Wesker observed slowly with excitement in his voice.

I finally opened my eyes and lowered my arms, which were horrifically entangled in black, slimy vines. Upon noticing these, they retracted back into my arms and disappeared. I took a deep breath, prepared to scream, when Wesker rushed me, cupping a hand over my mouth.

"Don't scream," he soothed. "This is something extraordinary. You're something more than just human."

Breathing heavy, I simply stared into his empty, black sunglasses, our noses barely brushing against each other. My back was against the wall as we both sat on the bed. Wesker slowly drew away and removed his hand from my mouth. I dropped my head and examined my hands with horror.

"Then... what am I?" I softly asked, on the verge of tears. I'm a monster.

Wesker used a finger to lift my chin to look at him, his expression apathetic. "I have always sought more information on Uroboros," he began, smirking. "Thus, you're the perfect subject."

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