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“ hey— look at me. you can talk to me. ” (for Alexander)

REDFIELD Sent in a Meme for // ALEXANDER WESKER //

Seconds from opening the front door to his home. Alex heard his phone chime. It sounded like the notification sound He used for His Fatheyr. Stopping, one hand pressed against the door knob, he fished out his cellphone from his back pocket. A grin forming on his lips. He had been begging his father to let him go with him to Africa. He knew the ins and outs of Wesker's business. So, it wasn't like going was going to reveal anything to the young man. But Albert never liked taking His son with him to any sort of business trip. His Safety was always number one, and nothing would change that.

But Alex thought for a moment that maybe his father was saying he could come along now, that they were through with the secret experiments. Alex didn't care if Excella was going to be there. She annoyed him, but he could deal with her traumatic ass, to be able to spend some time with Albert. Tapping the small envelope icon, he froze. It wasn't from His Father, it was from Umbrella. How? Why? They didn't know his number, or did they? But his eyes froze on the first sentence of the text message. In dark bold lettering, it read. ' WE NO LONGER NEED TO WORRY ABOUT WESKER! SEEMS CHRIS REDFIELD TOOK CARE OF THE PROBLEM FOR US. KILLED ALBERT IN AFRICA, WITH A ROCKET LAUNCHER!

The male was frozen to his spot, every muscle went numb. Breath became ragged, as the tears began to well up in his eyes. Burning and blurring his vision. His Father was DEAD!, & by the hands of Redfield! The one person Alex had suspected for awhile was his Mother. He couldn't breathe, couldn't move, he felt like screaming and crying all at once. This was the way he found out about His Father, was by Umbrella, gloating in a text message. Hand fell away from the door knob. He could barely stand, his body was shaking from the cry that tried to come.

But it couldn't, it was like it was stuck. How could he walk inside that mansion right now, when it was fulll of memories. Hand raised, pressing against his chest, as he fell, body nearly crumbling to the ground. And it was like the blow, was enough to jar loose his flood of emotions. Tears streaked his face in hot streams. As he fought to breath through the raw emotions that rode him.

What was he going to do now? Where was he going to go? How was he going to live without his father? He wrapped both arms around his torso and began to rock slowly. Sitting on the steps of his home. Anger building with every breath filled tear. And that was when he heard him. Heard Chris's voice. Those tears turned into anger, as he flew up from the bottom step. Hand forming into fists at his side. His own eyes mirroring his fathers, as they glowed with that red flare.

" How dare you fucking talk to me, after you killed MY FATHER. "

ANGER, RAGE & REVENGE shone out of those red slitted eyes. He moved, blurring in and out of the others vision. Seconds later, he slammed his fist forward, connecting knuckles against Chris's jaw. And then spinning around faster then humanly possible, sending his other hand to clamp around the other male's throat. Slamming him back into the stone railing. The anger, the pain of loss, and everything else was to much for the male, causing him to loose grip on Redfield. And he fell to his knees, head bowed, and body convulsing with the rack of cries that over took him. He didn't have it in him to fight. Grief was to much to push aside right now.

" You killed my Dad, Why? " His voice was flat, but full of sorrow and pain. As he hugged his knees tightly into him, head buried into his legs.

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