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𝙷𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝙸𝚖𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗- 𝙸'𝚖 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎, 𝙸'𝚖 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕, 𝙸'𝚖 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎

You are a simple S.T.A.R.S member just trying to live your life. But your past keeps finding ways to make you scream in the dark….

(Small bits of lore in this one~ Wekser x reader requests are still open!!) ( WARNING!!! this chapter does have death, blood, and fire in it. This is your warning - Yellow 💛🌻) (Final count- 6,229 words )

𝙷𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝙸𝚖𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗- 𝘐'𝘮 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 (𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘶𝘴, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘐'𝘮 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘩-𝘦𝘢𝘩, 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘩-𝘦𝘢𝘩)

🖤🔪▪ 𝙸𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚡 🥀 🖤▪ 𝚂𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚜~ 🖤🔪▪ 𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 🖤🔪▪ 𝘉𝘢𝘤𝘬 🖤▪ 𝙰𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛: 🖤🌻▪ 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶. (𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦.) 🖤🌻▪ 𝘛𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴. 🖤🌻▪ 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦. 🖤🚓▪ 𝘚.𝘛.𝘈.𝘙.𝘚 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘦. 🖤🌻▪ 𝘉𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 1. 🖤🌻▪ 𝘉𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 2.

🖤🌻▪ 𝘚𝘰𝘯𝘨.

🖤▪ 𝘈03𝘝𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯. 🖤▪ 𝚃𝚊𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝. @bisexualforestfire (𝚂𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝!)

"Is Mommy feeling any better?"

I asked from the foot of my mother's bed as my father took her temperature. He took the thermometer out of her mouth and leaned back to look at it. A heavy side escaped his lips.

"She hasn't gotten any worse, but she hasn't improved either."

My mother tried to put on a weak smile as she looked at me.

"I'll be fine Little Sunflower, I promise. Mommy just needs to get over this cold. That's all."

I frowned as I looked at her from the foot of the bed.

"But Mom! It feels like you've been sick all my life!"

My mother weekly reached out and patted my head.

"Mommy just gets sick very easily. It's nothing new."

My father softly chuckled. "That's for sure. Weren't you even sick on our first date?" My mother puffed out her cheeks slightly as she looked away from Father.

"it was just a small cough. And it was because of allergies. I was not sick."

My Father raised an eyebrow. "Right and allergies now apparently allow for a high temperature as well."

Mother closed her eyes and turn her head away from Father. Smiling down at me and opening her arms up. "Come here a Little Sunflower." I smiled as I crawled from the back of the bed up into her lap. She held me in her arms gently. Her beautiful red hair gently brushed against my face.

"Listen, when here when you hear Daddy making fun of Mommy you say- '𝘕𝘰-𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬-𝘺𝘰𝘶' "

My Father had a pretend shocked look on his face as I nod my head smiling—pointing my finger and Father with a serious look on my face.

"𝘕𝘰-𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬-𝘺𝘰𝘶!"

My father put his hand on his heart weekly and pretended to fall to his knees.

"Nooo! How could you?! My own daughter!"

My Mother and I giggled at my father before my mother had a coughing fit. My smile quickly faded as my father step for it and gently took me off of my mother's lap. My father turned his head to look at one of the maids in the corner of the room.

"Would you please add more wood to the fire?"

The maid bowed as she left the room quickly. I could hear the sound of the gusting cold wind hitting against a large window of my mother's room. The sound of the wind outside rattled the windows, creating an eerie ambiance in the room. I could feel the weight of worry settling over us, like a thick blanket, suffocating any sense of normalcy. The maid's return is more firewood as my father nods his head. "Thank you." He said before leaning over and gently kissing my mother's head, before taking me out of the room.

"Father you're a doctor, right? How come you can't help Mommy?"

Father sighed as he look down at me and his arms.

"I'm afraid it's not that simple, Sunflower."

"But why?"

"Because things like this take time… However- I believe your blood will help Mommy feel better"

I looked at him confused.

"My… Blood?" He nods his head. "Yes, you in fact are very…. 𝘙𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵 to viruses and sicknesses. I might be able to find a way to use that to help Mommy feel better. I can't recall a single time you've been ill at all. Not even with a sight cough or sniffle. Even as an infant you were never sick."

"So… You think I can help Mommy feel better?" "I think so. But I'll have to look into it some more. It could be a possibility. But I want to make sure that you are safe as well if it does work."

Father said as he carried me down the empty hallways of the mansion. "I have met some men who are willing to help as well."

He said as I yawned. "What's his name?" "His name is Oswell E. Spencer. He's… A doctor like I am, just a bit different."

Father said as he stopped in front of my bedroom door. Using one of his hands to open it. He gently brought me over to my bed and tenderly tucked me into bed He asked the maid there to watch over me as he leaves to check on Mother one last time for the day. Leaving me alone in my room with a maid. As my father returned to my bedside, a somber expression settled on his face. He sat down beside me, reaching out to gently stroke my hair. "Sunflower, Mommy is going to need some more rest," he began, his voice gentle yet filled with unease. "But I promise you, we will do everything we can to make her better."

I looked up at my father, my eyes filled with a flicker of fear. "What if she 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 get better, Daddy?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. The weight of those words hung in the air, the uncertainty of the situation becoming more palpable. My father's eyes softened as he pulled me into a comforting embrace. "We have to keep hope alive, Sunflower," he said soothingly, his voice filled with determination. "Your mother is strong, and we will get through this together." I nodded, finding solace in my father's words and the warmth of his embrace. But deep down, a knot of worry twisted in my stomach, unable to shake off the sense of dread that lingered in the corners of my mind. The sound of my mother's weak coughs echoed in my ears, a constant reminder of her frailty. My father gently kissed my forehead and whispered good night as he made sure I was tucked in before leaving the room and gently closing the door behind him. The maid walked over to me with a book in hand.

"Would you like me to read you the next chapter of The Hobbit Miss?"

Origa asked as I smiled. Origa had been here all my life. I very her as a big sister to me. She was one of my mother's friends to join us as a made when my mother grew more ill. She helps doing the things with raising me my mother couldn't do. They were both so close my father see them more as siblings them as a maid. She was always so sweet to me. She was the one who got me into reading harder books. The Hobbit was one she was currently reading and I loved it a lot! I was late so she only read me one chapter before closing the book and gently kissing my forehead good night before leaving the room and turning off the lights. As the night wore on, the wind outside continued to howl, rattling the windows and stirring the embers of fear within me. I longed for the comfort of my mother's gentle touch, her warm smile that always managed to chase away. I closed my eyes, the room filled with silence, and I whispered a quiet prayer for my mother's recovery. The fire crackled in the hearth, casting a warm glow across the room, providing a glimmer of hope amidst the cold uncertainty that lay ahead. The door creek open followed by someone trying to hide their cough. I quickly set it up in the bed to see my mother in my doorway.

"Mommy! What are you doing up? Daddy said you need to stay in bed!" My mother chuckled as she used her cane to walk toward my bed and sat down on the edge of it. "One can only stay in their bed for only so long, sweetie."

She smiled as she pulled me into her lap. One of the maids must have put her hair up into a bun. so it was no longer in her face. "I wanted to sing you a song before bed." I smiled up at her but was still worried. "Are you sure? Do you feel good enough to do that?"

Mother chuckled softly.

"I'll be fine Sunflower, now get tucked."

She whispered as I crawled off her lap and back under the covers. She smiled down lovingly at me as she gently reached and touched a strand of my hair behind my ear.

Полюшко, поле, Полюшко, широко поле, Едут ли по полю герои, Эх, да Красной Армии герои.

Девушки плачут, и Девушкам сегодня грустно.. Милый ли надолго уехал, Эх, да милый в армию уехал.

"Sir? Are you not going to tell her?" the maid asked as she followed The Master out of his daughter's room and into his lab. The man stop and sighed. "What am I supposed to say Origa?" The man snapped a but. Picking up an old notebook filled with notes and pages sticking out.

"How do you tell your own daughter that her mother is dying? And the only way to help her is--"

He pinched the bridge of his nose, pushing his glasses up with a sigh. The maid looked at the Master with a mix of sympathy and concern. She had served him faithfully for many years, witnessing the complexities of his family's struggles firsthand. "Sir, I understand that this is a difficult situation," Origa began softly, her voice filled with empathy. "But keeping the truth from her won't make the situation any easier for her. She's a strong child, and she deserves to know what's happening." The Master sighed, a heavy burden weighing upon his shoulders. He knew that Origa was right, that the truth had its own weight to bear. But he couldn't bear the thought of crushing his daughter's innocence and hope. "I just don't know how to tell her, Origa," he admitted, his voice quiet but filled with anguish. "How can I tell her that her mother, the one who means the world to her, is slipping away? How can I explain the gravity of the situation without shattering her spirit?"

Origa placed a gentle hand on the Master's arm, offering him a small reassurance in her touch. "Sir, I believe that she is stronger than you give her credit for," she said, her voice carrying conviction. "Children have a remarkable resilience, and it's in times like these that their strength truly shines through. I think she deserves the chance to understand and say her goodbyes." The Master nodded slowly, the weight of the decision settling upon him. Deep down, he knew that Origa was right, that shielding Little Sunflower from the truth would only delay the inevitable pain. But his paternal instinct fought against it, yearning to protect his daughter from the harsh reality. Origa slowly frowned. "But, if I may. This Oswell E. Spencer, he claims to be able to help The Misses but… At the cost of many samples of the little ones blood…" The master snaped his book shut forcefully, making Origa flinch lightly.

"I know what he wants…"

"So do you think he knows?"

"No, I looked deeply into his company. They weren't the ones hired from him."

"I see."

The master was in deep thought. "There is a chance that he could tell us who did it."

"At the cost of her finding out?"

The Master gently set his notebook on his desk.

"No, her mother and I both agreed to not tell her."

Origa opened her mouth but slowly closed it.

"Do… you believe that's wise sir? What if people come after her?"

The Master pushed his glasses above his head. "I've already taken care of that. I'll pull all of her mother's medical recorded and paid someone to replace them. No one would know if they get a sample of her blood."

Origa nodded, a flicker of concern still present in her eyes. "Very well, sir. If you deem it the best course of action, then I trust your judgment." She understood the lengths the Master would go to protect his daughter, but she couldn't help but worry about the potential consequences. The weight of their secret loomed in the air, a delicate balance between preserving Little Sunflower's innocence and ensuring her safety. As they exchanged glances, a silent understanding passed between them.

"If something does happen to us, make sure that her uncle does not take her. I forward a copy of everything she'll need to an associate of mine in America. It's the one place her uncle won't go to."

"Very well, sir," she said, her voice tinged with concern. "If that is the path you have chosen, then I will support you in any way that I can. I will ensure that she remains safe."

The Master nodded, his expression a mix of determination and sorrow. "Thank you, Origa," he said softly. "Your loyalty and dedication to our family mean a great deal to me. I couldn't navigate through these troubled waters without you."

Origa smiled, a mixture of emotions dancing in her eyes. "I am honored to serve, sir."

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It had been a few days since my trip to the hospital. Jill was nice enough to stay with me for one day that Wesker asked me to stay home and rest for. I was sighing in and getting Mister Robert again when I heard a crash coming from the West office. I looked over there before looking back over at Mr. Robert. He just simply shrugged. I gave him one final wave goodbye before making my way over to The West Wing I could hear some voices coming from the room as I open the door.

"Careful! You're going to fall!"

"I got it, I got it!

"You 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 don't!!"

"Yes I do!"

"You're gonna fall again!!"

Some of the police officers were trying to hang up a banner. From what they had up so far, it said "𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘓"

"Soooo…. Who's brilliant idea was this?"

I asked as I moved the strap of my bag on my shoulder a bit. One of the officers turned around they gave me a friendly smile. Marvin gave me a wave as he walked up to me.

"We're getting a new recruit in a couple of weeks, and they wanted to do something special for him." "Okay, if he's coming in a few weeks. Why are they getting in the banner up now?" He smirked as he put his hands in his pockets and he turned to watch his fellow officer struggling. "Because, none of them know how to do it and they want to figure it out before the final day comes. So they can act like they knew how to do it all along."

I hummed as I watched Elliot struggle to put the E. A small smirk appeared on my face. "Sooo, is it a bad time for us to tell them that they have the 𝘞 on backwards ?" Elliot turned his head towards me quickly. "No I don't!"

I raise an eyebrow. "Unless it's supposed to be "𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦" you do."

Elliot grumbled as he stepped off of the ladder and took a few steps back looking at the words, he turned to me with an annoyed look on his face. "Haha. Very funny. Aren't you- 𝘯𝘰𝘵 meant to be at work for a couple more days?" I crossed my arms over my chest with a smirk on my face. "I was gone for the days that Captain West asked for. So I'm fit to be back on duty." Elliot rolled his eyes before stepping back onto the ladder to finish putting the letter '𝘌' up on the banner. Marvin shook his head with a smile on his face. "They don't seem like it, but they're glad you're safe. The whole station heard what happened. They were all worried about you." I smiled as I turn to face him slightly. "I'm sure it wasn't 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 bad." He raised an eyebrow. "No? You should ask someone who to deal with Wesker then." "People saw him walking down the hall and they run into a random room just to avoid him." Elliot said. I blinked as I looked at him. "Was it…. That bad?" "𝒀𝒆𝒔." Every man but Marvin said at the same time. Marvin let out a soft chuckle as I nervously looked at the men in the room. Marvin put his hand on his chin as he had an idea. "You know… He's going to need to somehow memorize everyone's name quickly." "You got an idea for that Branagh?" Elliot asked from the ladder. "I got one yeah, I'll need to get it set up." I gave Marvin a smile. "Come, on don't be too hard on the new rookie." Marvin shrugged. "It's not 𝘵𝘰𝘰 hard. He'll be fine." "Branagh wasn't easy on any of us. It's only fair for the rookie to get it too." One of the men said from his desk as he glanced over at us. I chuckled as I shook my head gently.

"I should…. Probably head to the office then. Who knows how many reports Chris did that I'll have to redo."

Marvin smiled and patted my shoulder with a small sympathetic look on his face.

"We're all glad you're back Mouse."

I gave him a small smile and nod as I waved them goodbyes and left the West office. I was starting to make my way over to the S.T.A.R.S office. I saw Chris talking to someone in the West hall and waved to him. He saw me waving at him and a subtle smile formed on his face. He returned the wave and walked over to greet me.

"Hey Mouse, good to see you back. How are you feeling?" Chris asked. "I'm feeling much better now," I replied, my voice steady. "I'm sure I'll have to catch up on some reports," I continued, nodding towards the S.T.A.R.S office. "I'm sure there's a mountain of paperwork waiting for me."

Chris chuckled. "I would say I helped and did your never-ending paperwork. But you would kick my ass for my 'bad handwriting' ." "Because it is bad." I said with a smirk. He rolled his eye dramatically. "Well, I'm glad you're back though. Things just aren't the same without you around." He gestured towards the office. "Well, let's get going then. "We've- I mean you got a lot of work to catch up on." I shook my head with a smirk before following Chris into the S.T.A.R.S office. s Chris and I stepped into the S.T.A.R.S. office, the atmosphere instantly felt familiar, despite the time I had spent away. The hum of the computers and the organized chaos of paperwork surrounded us, a testament to the dedicated work of our team.

I settled into my desk, which seemed untouched since my absence, save for a few scattered papers. The mountains of work that awaited me were indeed daunting, but I couldn't help but feel a sense of ease as I resumed my role within S.T.A.R.S. Chris stood by my side, offering a supportive presence that I had grown accustomed to over the years. "I'll go through these reports and try to organize them for you," he offered, a genuine willingness in his voice. "You've been through a lot lately. It's the least I can do." I smiled gratefully at him, realizing how fortunate I was to have such a dedicated teammate. "Thank you, Chris. I appreciate your help." As he dove into the piles of paperwork, I turned my attention to my computer screen, ready to tackle the backlog of reports.

As I began sorting through the files and typing away, I couldn't help but wonder if Wesker was aware of my return. Surely he had noticed my absence and had been informed of my recovery, but I had yet to see him since I arrived. Wesker always had a way of appearing mysteriously and unexpectedly, and I couldn't shake the anticipation that brewed within me. Lost in thought, I didn't notice Wesker entering the room until he stood next to me, his presence commanding attention. His usual composed facade was impeccably maintained, and the mischievous glint in his eyes told me that he was well aware of the effect he had on people. "Ah, Mouse, it seems you've managed to survive without my guidance," he said with a hint of amusement, his voice a low rumble. "I trust you're recovered and ready to take on your duties once more?" I nodded, meeting his piercing gaze with a steady one of my own. "Yes, Captain Wesker." A small smirk danced across Wesker's lips, his eyes glinting with a mixture of intrigue and approval. "I've come to expect nothing less from you, Mouse," he said, his voice holding a hint of pride. "I'll be observing your progress closely." I nod my head before Wesker turned to walk back to his office. Chris glanced up slightly with a smirk on his face. I kicked his leg under the desk.

"Ow! What was that for?" Chris exclaimed, shooting me a playful glare.

I grinned mischievously at him, leaning closer and lowering my voice. "Nothing, my leg just twitched."

He chuckled, rubbing his leg. "Riiiight, twitched."

But as he turned back to the paperwork, a glimmer of something more lingered in his eyes. I rolled my eyes before kicking his leg again. This time, Chris let out a small yelp, earning us a few amused glances from our fellow teammates. Jill walked over to her desk past us. "What Redfield do this time?" "Why do you think I did something, Jill!" "Because Mouse wouldn't have kicked you if you didn't." Barry chimed in from his desk. I couldn't help but laugh softly. "Oh, come on now," Chris replied, feigning innocence. "Mouse here just has a habit of targeting me, isn't that right?" I chimed in, playing along, "Well, someone has to keep you in line, Chris." "She's not wrong Chris," Brad said with his mouth full of donuts. Chris pretended to be offended. Chuckling along with the others as Chris and Brad started to argue. After a few more minutes of banter, the office settled into a focused rhythm. Everyone returned to their tasks. Chris soon leaned back into his chair and stretched. "There. That should make it a bit easier on you Mouse." He said as he stood up. I smiled up at him. "Thank you, Chris." "Hey, it was nothing. Really."

"Hey! Redfield's done torturing Mouse!" Brad yelled as he and Chris started more banters. A few hours passed, and I was thankfully about to catch up on everything I missed while I was out. I grabbed a spare file and out some papers in it before bringing it to Wesker's office. I knock on his door and waited for a reply.

"Enter," came Wesker's cool voice from inside. I opened the door and stepped into his office, closing it behind me. The room was dimly lit, casting long shadows against the walls, creating an air of mystery that suited Wesker perfectly.

He looked up from his desk, he was reviewing some reports on his desk. "Captain Wesker, I've sorted through the reports and compiled everything you requested," "Thank you, Mouse," Wesker finally spoke, his voice smooth and authoritative. "I trust you've managed to catch up on everything?" I nodded "Yes, Captain Wesker. I've made sure to review and organize all the reports accordingly." I said, my voice steady. He nodded, signaling for me to place the file on his desk. I walked over to his desk and set the folder down on it. He waves his hand dismissing me as he went back revering the paperwork he already had. I turned on my heel and exited his office, now that my paperwork was done. I just happened to be lucky enough to come back on the day when it was my turn to take the night patrol watch. Which would start in about 20 minutes. Fun. As I made my way back to my desk, preparing for the night patrol watch. The night patrol watch was an important responsibility and one that required my full attention. I gathered my gear I saw some of my teammates look at me. "You sure you'll be fine going alone?" Barry asked as he took a sip of his coffee." I nod my head as I was getting the rest of my gear on "I'll be fine, If anything happens I'll radio in."

I tried to shake off the slight nerves that bubbled within me. The prospect of going on the night patrol alone was daunting after everything that had happened. Part of me was worried that I would run into my uncle again. But I knew I had to prove myself capable. I couldn't let any doubts or insecurities show. Once fully equipped, I headed towards the exit, receiving a few encouraging nods and pats on the back from my teammates. I glanced over my shoulder, catching Chris's eye. He smiled, a silent show of support that gave me the extra boost I needed. I made my way to the parking garage and into my cop car. The engine humming to life, the familiar smell of leather and the sound of the engine rumbling beneath me served me a small form of comfort.

As I drove through the city, the streets were eerily quiet, the only signs of life occasional flickering streetlights and the distant sound of my own footsteps echoing in the night. The shadows seemed to dance, whispering secrets as I patrolled the darkened corners of Raccoon City. I navigated the streets with caution, my eyes scanning the surroundings, searching for any signs of trouble. Every flickering streetlight and creaking branch seemed to heighten my senses, keeping me on edge. I gripped the steering wheel tightly, my focus unwavering as I continued my patrol.

As I turned a corner, my eyes caught a glimpse of movement in an alleyway. My heart skipped a beat, and I slowed the car, leaning forward to get a better look. A stray cat darted across the path, its eyes gleaming in the dim light. I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding, relieved that it was just an innocent creature wandering the night. But my relief was short-lived as a sense of foreboding settled upon me. The city seemed to hold its breath, the silence becoming almost suffocating.

"Mouse, report."

I heard Wesker's voice come through the radio. I leaned forward and picked up the radio microphone. "This is Mouse, reporting," I responded, keeping my voice steady and professional. "Any signs of unusual activity?" Wesker's voice rang through the radio. The anticipation in his tone crept under my skin, but I refused to let it show. "I haven't encountered anything out of the ordinary so far, Captain," I replied, glancing around the darkened streets as I continued my patrol. The flickering streetlights cast eerie shadows, playing tricks on my senses. "Stay vigilant and remember to report in regularly," he instructed, his voice blending authority with a hint of something else, something I couldn't quite place. "Understood, Captain. I'll update you as necessary," I replied, my gaze lingering on the shadows, half-expecting them to come alive. I placed the microphone back on its holder and resumed my patrol. It was bad enough that the sudden rain hitting the roof of the car made me jump.

As the rain began to fall harder, pattering against the roof of the car, I gripped the steering wheel tighter, my senses on high alert. The sound of raindrops blended with the silence of the city, creating an eerie backdrop for my patrol. I navigated through the slick streets, the sound of tires rolling on rain-slick pavement echoing in the quiet night. The city seemed to have taken on a different persona, as if the rain had washed away its secrets, revealing a raw and vulnerable side. The rain splattered against the windshield, distorting my view of the darkened alleys and deserted buildings. Shadows appeared more menacing, and the distant sound of thunder added an ominous tone to the night. As I drove, a sudden flash of lightning illuminated the city, casting stark shadows against the buildings. My breath hitched, and a shiver ran down my spine. The atmosphere had shifted, and there was an unmistakable tension in the air. I continued my patrol, my gaze fixed on the shadows that danced in the rain. With each passing minute, the tension grew, as if something unseen was lurking, waiting to reveal itself. I had parked my car by the small coffee shop where we get out donuts from. I sat there glancing at my sounding. Almost expecting something back to jump out and grab me….

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I screamed as the rotting man bit down on my arm. I was able to get free from its hold and start running away from it. The man followed, slowly. But it followed. I ran back into the room where the party was, desperately looking for my mother and father. My arm was bleeding from where the man bit down on it. I say my parents and quickly ran to them. Some of the gest gasping as I ran past them holding my bloody arm.

"𝘔𝘰𝘮!! 𝘋𝘢𝘥!!"

I yelled as they both turn to look at me. Their eyes widened.

"Sunflower!!"

My father yelled as he quickly bend down and looked at my arm. Seeing the bite mark on it and his face growing pale.

"There's this- rotting man- h-he bite my arm-"

My father quickly stood up yelling at the gest.

"Everyone!! Get out 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘺!! This is an emergency!!"

There were screams everywhere. People running and punching to get out of the room. My Father, Mother, and I were helped by one of the maids to get to an exit. But it was blocked. Something was blocking it from the other side.

"Son of a bitch…"

My Father said as he handed me off to MOther and tried to force open the doors. I looked up at my mother terrified. Her eyes were also filled with fear. A loud beeping nose went off though out the rooms. The fire alarms?

"Son of a 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩!!"

My father yelled as he gave it one last try at getting the door open.

"Hun- we need to find another way out!"

My mother pleaded with my father. I stood there, my heart pounding in my chest, panic welling up within me. The reality of the situation began to sink in, and fear gripped my every fiber. I glanced at my bitten arm, the blood seeping from the wound, and an intense pain throbbing through my body.

My father's face twisted with frustration and desperation, his attempts to force open the blocked door proving futile. His voice was filled with anger and desperation as he cursed under his breath.

"𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬!" he exclaimed, turning to my mother. "You're right. We need to find another way out."

The beeping of the fire alarms grew louder, their piercing sound adding to the chaos of the room. People were still frantically trying to escape, pushing and shoving against each other as panic took hold. My mother grabbed my hand tightly, her grip conveying a mixture of reassurance and urgency. "Stay close, Sunflower," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "We're going to find a way out of here, I promise." With a shared determination, we moved through the room, searching for another exit. The air was thick with smoke, making each breath a struggle. The panicked shouts and cries of the other guests echoed in my ears, fueling the fear that threatened to consume me.

As we reached a corridor, my father spotted an emergency exit sign down the hall. "There," he said, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. "That's our way out." We made our way towards the exit, dodging confused and fearful people as we went. The hallways seemed to narrow, the air growing heavy with the stench of smoke. But we pressed on, weaving through the chaos, never losing sight of our goal. But as we reached the emergency exit, we were met with another barrage of disappointment. The door was jammed, stubbornly refusing to budge. It seemed as though luck had abandoned us at this crucial moment. My mother's grip on my hand tightened, her voice filled with determination. "We can't give up now," she said, her voice steady despite the fear etched on her face. "We have to keep looking." With renewed determination, we retraced our steps, searching for any alternative escape routes. Time seemed to slip away, stretching the moments into eternity as the flames grew stronger and the smoke thicker. My heart raced as I kept close to my parents, following their lead through the maze of corridors. Every door we encountered was either locked or blocked, another cruel reminder of our diminishing options. Suddenly, an idea struck me. I remembered seeing a small maintenance hatch in one of the corridors on my previous visits to this building. It was a long shot, but it might be our only chance at finding an escape route.

"Wait!" I shouted, interrupting the frantic search. "I think I know a way. There's a maintenance hatch in one of the corridors. It might lead us to safety!" My parents turned to me, their eyes filled with a mix of hope and desperation. My mother's voice trembled with anticipation. "Lead the way, Sunflower. Show us where it is." I nodded, my heart pounding, and guided them back through the maze of hallways. The smoke grew thicker, making it harder to breathe, but I pressed on, determined to find the maintenance hatch that held the key to our survival. Finally, we reached the corridor where I had seen the hatch before. Amongst the chaos and the sound of alarms piercing through the air, I noticed a small, inconspicuous metal door in the wall. "There it is!" I exclaimed, relief surging through me. I let go of my mother's hand and ran towards it. My mother yelled at me to stop and wait for them. I turned around to tell her that it was ok when pieces of the flaming building fell down. blocking me from my parents. As the debris fell between us, my heart sank. I was separated from my parents in the midst of this chaotic nightmare. Panic gripped me as I desperately tried to find a way to reach them.

"Mom! Dad!" I screamed, my voice filled with both fear and determination. But my cries were drowned out by the crackling of the flames and the chaotic screams around me. I could hear them screaming my name. But it was soon drowned out by the crackling. I had to find another way to reach them. With tears streaming down my face, I turned my attention back to the maintenance hatch I had discovered. It was my only hope now.

I rushed towards the inconspicuous door, my hands shaking as I reached for the handle and tried to open it. But it was too heavy for me. I keep trying and trying but it wouldn't move. As I struggled to open the heavy maintenance hatch, tears blurred my vision. The hopelessness and fear threatened to overwhelm me, but I refused to give up. I pounded on the door, my voice filled with desperation.

"Mom! Dad! I'm going to find another way!!" I called out, praying that they would hear my voice amidst the chaos. I ran down the hallway as the area behind me golfed in flames. I was frantically searching for a way to loop around and reach them again I'd never been without my parents like this. It terrified me completely. As I ran down the hallway, I heard a loud whistle from one of the rooms. That was one of my uncle's whistles! But what was he doing here?I was about to turn to run toward the room when an arm reached out and stopped me. I quickly turned around thinking it was the rotting man again. But it was Origa!

"Origa!!"

She quickly pulled me into a tight hug before glancing back at the room my uncle was in.

"We need to go- now!" She said as she picked me up and ran past the room. Another whistle comes out of it. Before two gunshots echoed out of the room.

"W-wait- Origa! My uncles in there!"

I could hear the windows shattering and the wood creaking. Origa keeps running.

"I'm sorry- but we need to go little one!"

𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘨𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘐𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵

She held me tightly as she ran. Desperately looking around for a way to escape. She turned into a room with a door that lead out. Setting me down, she desperately reached into her pockets to get the key to unlock it. "Little one- I love you so much. Your mother and father- love you so much!-" She leaned down and kissed my forehead as she pulled out the keys to the door.

"I you need to know- your uncle he 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 be tru-" She started as she turned to look at me before- 𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐠‼️ 𝘐'𝘮 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘶𝘴, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘋𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘩-𝘦𝘢𝘩, 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘩-𝘦𝘢𝘩

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ 𝘖𝘴 𝘪𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘮, 𝘌𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢 𝘦𝘪𝘶𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳 𝘪𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘶𝘮.

𝘉𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘴 𝘷𝘪𝘳 𝘲𝘶𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘮, 𝘘𝘶𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘢𝘮 𝘤𝘶𝘮 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘮 𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘦.

𝘒𝘺𝘳𝘪𝘦, 𝘧𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘴 𝘒𝘺𝘳𝘪𝘦, 𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘯

#albert wesker #yellow wrote #albert wesker x reader #wesker x reader #resident evil x you #wesker x you #reader insert #resident evil #wesker #residentevil1 #S.T.A.R.S #S.T.A.R.S Wesker #S.T.A.R.S Wesker x reader #S.T.A.R.S Wesker x you #-Hidden Immunity #chapter seven

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