Resident evil : Rise of a Monster english

I wake to the strange sensation of a slimy, tingling mass crawling across my fingers. I shiver slightly before lowering my gaze to the macabre scene surrounding me. Thousands of leeches and wasps, my precious summons, are clustered around me, forming a writhing carpet that stretches as far as the eye can see. Their synchronized movements and shadowy silhouettes, illuminated by the first light of dawn, create a nightmarish tableau.

A smirk plays on my lips.

"Good work," I say simply, my voice breaking the oppressive silence. With a wave of my hand, I begin recalling them, hundreds disappearing into the factory in flashes of light. The process is slow, and I use the time to gather myself after this horrifying night.

Once the operation is complete, I head to a half-ruined shop. The windows are shattered, and abandoned clothes litter the floor, but it will suffice. The Mr. Raccoon costume, torn and covered in dust and blood, lies discarded on the ground as I finish dressing in simple, practical clothing.

"You served well," I mutter with a sigh, casting a final glance at the costume that earned me so many incredulous looks before leaving the shop.

"Wesker Junior," I say, summoning him from the factory. He appears quickly, standing before me with his usual stoic demeanor.

"Can you give me a situation report?"

He adjusts his glasses slightly before speaking, his voice calm but authoritative.

"Of course, Gérald. Here's where we stand: Marcus has communicated with the leeches, and based on their observations, there are at most ten people still alive in the city. There's no one left bearing Umbrella's logo."

I nod, satisfied that Umbrella's agents have been eliminated, but he continues.

"However, there is one anomaly—a giant slime-like organism. The leeches and wasps have been unable to neutralize it."

I frown at this information, but he moves on quickly.

"William and Annette Birkin are ready to work for you, on the condition that their daughter, Sherry, can live a normal life. They also insist on recovering the data and various viruses from their lab before everything is lost."

His gaze grows more calculating as he adds,

"One last thing. The factory has undergone some adjustments. It is now divided into two distinct sections: a main building with multiple floors, outdoor spaces, and a hangar."

He pauses, adjusting his glasses again.

"The intelligent inhabitants or those with distinct personalities, like the Jordans, Marcus, myself, William, Annette, and Zeus, reside in the livable quarters. The other creatures, considered generic, are stored as data in the hangar. This optimizes space and streamlines management."

Summoning a lioness, I ride her to reach the orphanage, avoiding flight after all the acrobatics and movements of the past night. The journey on her back is strangely calming.

The warmth of her fur beneath my fingers contrasts with the eerie atmosphere of Raccoon City's dilapidated streets. Her powerful, steady steps break the silence, and despite the desolation, her imposing calm is almost contagious. I let her guide me, avoiding sudden accelerations. After this hellish night, I finally feel a semblance of peace.

The ride feels too short, and before I know it, we are in front of the orphanage. The imposing structure is shrouded in semi-darkness, illuminated only by flickering lampposts and the distant glow of flames. I sigh in relief upon seeing the intact main entrance.

As I dismount, the lioness turns her head to fix me with her golden eyes. Before I can store her in the factory, she presses her full weight into me in a devastating cuddle. I topple backward, pinned under her massive body, her purring resonating like an engine. She rests her head against my chest, completely immobilizing me.

"Alright, sweetheart, I get it. I love you too," I say with a laugh, unable to free myself. I scratch her neck, making her purr even louder, before recalling her into the factory. Once freed, I rise with difficulty, brushing off my clothes, then summon a Tyrant and a squad of ten Pascal clones to secure the area before venturing inside.

The orphanage is surprisingly well-preserved, but a trapdoor in the floor immediately catches my attention. It wasn't there during my last inspection, and its sudden appearance reeks of system intervention.

"Of course," I mutter with a sigh. I descend the ladder with my men by my side, entering a corridor that leads to an elevator.

After an oppressive ride punctuated by metallic creaks, we arrive at a network of hallways. The complex is bathed in a pale, sickly light, the walls damp and the oppressive silence making every step more unsettling. When we finally reach the armored door to the NEST, I open it with Annette's access bracelet.

Inside, the premises are methodically searched. Every lab, every office is inspected. In a locked bunkroom, my men discover two students, pale and weakened, barely clinging to life. Their terror is palpable, but after calming them, I infect them with the G-virus, ensuring their loyalty and survival. I send them to the factory, knowing they'll be valuable as researchers.

A few particularly weak Zombie Plants are also found in a greenhouse. I recover them immediately, sending them to the factory for enhancement. The sprawling complex is quickly cleared, every corner explored.

Finally, I reach a room housing the central computer and the primary data. But a thought stops me cold—I don't have a device large enough to transfer everything. I summon William Birkin, who appears swiftly at my side.

"Don't worry, Gérald," he says calmly. "You can send my equipment to the factory. It will upgrade the lab inside, allowing us to preserve all the data. Marcus, Wesker, Annette, and I will have the best tools at our disposal."

I follow his advice, transferring everything: computers, databases, and even virus samples. The NEST gradually empties, its secrets now under my control.

As this process continues, I hear a faint growl followed by a gunshot. A part of me feels the impact before I notice small spikes protruding from my flesh and a spent casing falling to the ground.

I spin around quickly, and my eyes land on a trembling figure: Ada Wong. Her weapon is raised, but her hand visibly shakes. Her expression wavers between defiance and panic, especially as she realizes my men immediately have her in their sights.

"Good morning," I say, approaching her slowly, my voice calm but my gaze icy.

Ada lowers her weapon slightly, her breathing erratic. "You're still alive," she says, stunned by my presence.

"Do we know each other?" I chuckle at her horrified expression.

She fires several times, but the spikes adjust themselves to block the bullets, giving me the impression of wearing a movable armor.

I glance at my torn shirt, ruined by the emergence of the spikes. "You didn't really think a toy like that would stop me, did you?" A wry smile spreads across my lips before vanishing as I release my vines.

Before she can react, the vines lash out, immobilizing her completely. Ada lets out a muffled cry as the tendrils tighten, destroying what's left of my shirt in the process.

"Now," I say coldly, crossing my arms, "I have a few questions for you. If you'd prefer not to end up like your bullets, I suggest answering honestly."

I lead her into an office with pristine white walls and posters of chemical formulas. The vines continue to hold her firmly, tightening slightly at her every attempt to move. Ada struggles to breathe, her eyes darting around, searching for an escape that doesn't exist.

I sit in an office chair, keeping her standing before me. A near-mocking smile tugs at my lips.

"First, who are you, and what are you doing here?" I ask calmly, crossing my legs and tilting my head slightly.

"My name is Eleono—" She cuts herself off abruptly as the vines tighten further around her torso.

"I said the truth," I murmur coldly, my eyes boring into hers.

Ada shivers, panic creeping into her gaze. She tries to maintain a stoic facade, but I can see her fear breaking through. Finally, she relents.

"My name is Ada Wong," she admits reluctantly. "And I was hired to steal a sample of the G-virus." She exhales in relief as the vines loosen slightly, allowing her to breathe more freely.

I sit up slightly, still smiling. "Who hired you?"

Ada looks away, biting her lower lip as if debating whether to speak. Eventually, she answers in a weary voice, "I don't know his name… but he's a blonde man with sunglasses."

I let out an exasperated sigh. "Of course… who else?" I mutter, almost to myself. The Wesker clone, obviously.

Ada watches me with a mixture of curiosity and defiance. "Satisfied? You got what you wanted. Now let me go."

I shake my head, laughing softly. "Not so fast, Miss Wong. One last thing remains."

Her gaze sharpens, a mix of defiance and worry. "What now?" she asks through gritted teeth.

I lean forward, my vines writhing slightly like impatient snakes. "I have a proposition for you. Will you join me… or shall I eliminate you?" A predatory smile spreads across my face as I lock eyes with her, awaiting her response.

Ada remains silent for a moment, scrutinizing my face, perhaps searching for a lie or a weakness. Finally, she groans, her shoulders slumping slightly.

"You're a devil," she mutters, almost to herself, before looking up at me. "But do I really have a choice?" She sighs, mumbling, "Fine. I accept."

My smile widens. "Good answer."

Before she can say another word, I quickly infect her, forcing her to swallow a vial containing the virus. She flinches slightly, feeling the virus begin to take hold in her system.

"Welcome to the team, Ada," I say with an almost jovial tone as I rise. "You'll join Marcus and the others. They'll explain how everything works."

She tries to hide her discomfort, but her eyes betray her. "You're seriously weird," she murmurs as she vanishes into the factory, likely still trying to understand the world she's stepped into.

The flight back to the manor is marked by a heavy silence, broken only by the steady beat of Blood's wings. As I approach the estate, the sun begins to rise, casting a golden, calming glow across the horizon. But the serenity doesn't last.

A deafening explosion rings out behind me, a mushroom-shaped cloud rising where Raccoon City once stood. Instinctively, I pull out my King Phone and capture the image: the city's destruction framed by the sunrise. A breathtaking yet sorrowful sight.

When I arrive at the manor, I release Sherry from the factory, and we walk together toward the gathering place where everyone is waiting. But before I can say a word, a piercing scream cuts through the air.

"PAPAAAA!!!"

Lisa's voice chills my blood. I turn my head to see her perched on Oscar, her face streaked with tears, her small hands clutching his massive flank. He lies on his side, unmoving, his giant body covered in deep wounds and dried blood. A lump forms in my throat as I hold Sherry tightly before rushing toward my daughter.

"Lisa, come down, sweetheart," I say gently, though my voice trembles. She doesn't move, her sobs filling the air. When I reach Oscar, I touch his flank, hoping to send him to the factory to heal. But nothing happens. His body doesn't respond.

"No, no, no…" I murmur, my voice breaking. I realize I'm too late.

Lisa lifts her tear-streaked face, her small fists pounding against my chest. "Why didn't you get here sooner?! He was your friend, Papa! He was my friend!" she screams, her grief cutting deep.

I hold her tightly, stroking her hair. "I'm sorry, Lisa. I'm so sorry…" I whisper, unable to find better words.

Lisa clutches my shirt, her small fingers trembling. "He saved us… And now he's… he's gone." She sobs against my shoulder, her small body shaking.

"Yes, my love… Oscar protected us until the very end. He was a hero, Lisa. A true hero," I say softly, rocking her gently.

The police officers and STARS members around us gather silently, their faces marked with respect and sadness. Some stand at attention, saluting the elephant who gave so much for them. Even Wesker, ever stoic, inclines his head slightly.

Lisa looks up at me, her face still wet with tears. "Papa… Do you think Oscar was happy… that we were his family?"

I smile faintly, wiping away one of her tears with my thumb. "Yes, my princess. He knew he was loved. And he gave everything he had for us. He'll always protect us in our hearts."

She nods softly, burying her face against me. "I loved him so much," she whispers.

"I did too, Lisa. I did too," I reply, my own voice shaking.

As dawn continues to light the area, a heavy but respectful silence settles over us. Oscar may be gone, but his sacrifice will forever be remembered by all of us.

(stay pure, don't read the comment)