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Oktoberfest Fic Entry
Title: Dead Weight
Author: Adam
Beta (if applicable): Claire-mun? D:
Word Count: 2,550
Rating: PG-13~R. Death and violence
Character(s): Claire, William Birkin, Logan “wolverine”, Peter Parker “Spider Man”
Pairing(s) (if applicable): None.
Summary: Keeping him alive isn’t the issue anymore, it’s keeping him in one piece while he comes back to life.
Notes (if applicable): I apologize for any mistakes and blame them on fractured wrist and pain killers.
He had to come back… he just had to. Claire was sitting down, holding Wesker’s body, she had dragged it away from where he had fallen, taking him to a hopefully safer area while he regenerated.
His skin looked so pale, in what little light there was in the hallway, but his body was covered in blood.
“Come on, it’s just a little cut,” Just a little slash across the throat, it should have been easy for him to heal.
Claire didn’t think she could forgive herself is he didn’t. After all, he’d gotten killed saving her.
She could come back to life after being killed, so he should be able to as well, right? Wesker was her father and had the same power she did, but maybe this place had taken too much away.
Or maybe it would just take longer. She healed slower, and it was a pretty bad wound so maybe it would just take him longer to recover from it.
William was frowning, but the look on his face was more thoughtful than anything else. The man kneeled down next to Wesker’s body and pulled the sunglasses off, checking his eyes.
They were still gold and red and slitted and all… snakey-looking. William took out his flashlight and shined it in Wesker’s eyes, but there was no response to it, so he replaced the sunglasses.
William took part of the coat that he wore and wiped away the blood from the wound on Wesker’s neck, his heart had stopped pumping, so it wouldn’t be bleeding as much anymore.
“Is he going to be alright?” Claire had only just found her father, she didn’t want to lose him again so soon!
“Oh, don’t worry, he’s lived through worse than this,” According to everything Birkin had heard, Wesker had taken a Tyrant claw through his chest and recovered from it. Birkin would have liked to have gloves to do this little examination, but it wasn’t as if Wesker was contagious.
He carefully felt around the wound. It was strange to be examining a warm, dead body. Usually they were cold and stiff, but Wesker was very freshly dead. He couldn’t feel any areas where the wound appeared to be healing… but…
“Hold the flash-light over the wound, I want to get a better look at it.”
Claire’s hand was bloody and slippery, but she gripped the flash-light and shined it on the gash like Birkin had instructed.
Birkin studied what he could see of the wound. It had gotten his wind pipe and his jugular.
Well, Wesker would probably recover faster, if he was going to recover from this, if the injury wasn’t being poked and prodded and held open.
“Anything?” Claire was starting to sound really anxious.
Birkin wasn’t good at dealing with children, despite the fact that he had one of his own. Annette generally took care of Sherry.
“Nothing, but it could be that it will simply take him longer to recover from this, it’s only been a few minutes.”
There was a strange tapping noise coming down the hallway, probably attracted by the smell of Wesker’s blood. Claire shined the flash-light down the hallway, revealing eight eyes that seemed to glow with the reflected light. Eight eyes and eight legs of a very large spider.
Claire grabbed Wesker’s body again and began dragging him away. William glanced at the spider, then at Claire, then down at Wesker’s body. He certainly wasn’t going to fight the spider and try to hold it off, so he decided to make their retreat a little faster by grabbing Wesker’s legs so they could lift and carry him off.
“When he wakes up he needs to start skipping dessert,” Claire said, watching as the Spider started to move towards them much more quickly.
William grunted, though he knew that fat was hardly the issue here. Muscle weighed much more per cubic inch than fat did.
They weren’t going to get away like this, but Claire refused to just leave Wesker to be eaten.
However, the smell of blood had attracted more than just the spider that attacked them. As it gained on them, two other figures made themselves known, running in to block the spider’s path.
Claire couldn’t see very well but one was a short, stocky-looking man, while the other seemed to be mostly average aside from the fact that he shot something out of his hand at the approaching spider’s face.
The shorter man had made some comment involving the word ‘ironic’ but Claire didn’t catch it as he charged at the spider, wielding a knife.
“I’m going to go help them,” Claire said, setting her half of Wesker down and grabbing the poker that she had pulled from his back that one night. He had recovered from that, so he could recover from this too, she was certain.
Birkin started to protest, but Claire was gone before he could start to admonish her for rushing into a situation that might get her injured. He could barely move Wesker around on his own, and carrying two disabled, regenerating… people… was out of the question.
“Stay out of this, we can handle it.” Claire heard the second warning, shouted by the man who had shot something out of his hand at the spider’s eye, but Claire ignored him, dodging to the side as he tried to keep her back.
The shorter man was actually growling as he fended off attacks from the spider with his knife. And there was something oddly familiar about him.
Now that she was closer she could see that that there was something over the Spider’s eyes, probably whatever the man had shot at it.
Claire decided to add to it’s eye troubles, jabbing her poker into one of the eight large, round eyes. But when she tried to pull it back out she found that something was making the poker stick, and she was too busy trying to retrieve her weapon to dodge when the spider swung one of it’s large, hard legs at her.
The leg hit Claire and knocked her to the side, and she suddenly found that the wall had lurched to the side to meet her.
She watched in a slight daze as the young man who shot stuff out of his hands jumped onto the back of the spider, grabbing the poker that had been stuck and pulling it out of the spider’s eye.
There was pain radiating up her side where the spider had hit her, and breathing only increased the pain as she leaned against the wall.
When Wesker got up again, she was going to get him to teach her how to defend herself.
Because he was going to get up again.
There was an eerie, horrible noise coming from the spider as the two men attacked it. It was thrashing around violently, but the man on it’s back somehow managed to stay on, balancing on top of it and gripping the poker that now protruded from the spider’s head, rather than it’s eye.
They had it in hand, but Claire still couldn’t seem to move away from the wall, it hurt too much.
There was a moment after the spider went mostly still that no one did anything. The legs twitched slightly, but it was still beyond that.
Claire was sure she could feel the beginnings of her healing kicking in, the pain was just starting to dull, but breathing wasn’t any easier.
The two men had come over to her, she tried to wave them off but found that moving her arm was more painful than breathing.
“I’ll be fine, I just need a few minutes,” Probably longer than a few minutes, at the rate she was healing.
“We should get out of here, someone help me carry him, we need to go somewhere safe,” Birkin said, trying to drag Wesker back towards them.
Wesker had better be grateful for this in the morning, and help him get samples of monsters here to study now that they knew where the lab was.
“What’s yer name, girl?” The short man asked while the other went over to help Birkin. Claire had to wait for just a moment before she responded.
“Claire,” She could hear the broken ribs start to set back into place on their own, with slow, audible cracking.
The man apparently could too, and stared at her in surprise. “I… uh… I heal quickly,” Claire offered, looking back towards Wesker. She started limping towards him, using the wall for support.
“Wesker?” Peter asked as he recognized the blond man Birkin was holding, that and there couldn’t be too many people who would run around wearing sunglasses at night like this, but why was his neck bandaged? And why was there blood every-where, and he wasn’t breathing either-
“You know him?” Birkin asked curiously still holding Wesker’s limp body.
“He’s dead?” Peter was shocked when he realized that Birkin was carrying around his body.
“Dead?” Logan echoed, making his way over, but keeping an eye on Claire as she limped along the wall.
“He’ll regenerate,” Birkin informed them both, frowning.
“Wesker said he could regenerate from wounds that would be fatal, but I didn’t think that meant coming back from the dead,” Peter said, still trying to figure out if they were telling the truth or not.
“He can do it, he’s done it before… I’ve done it before too,” Claire sounded very uncertain that she should be telling them that she could heal.
“Both of you got a healin’ factor?” Logan asked, his own healing was greatly reduced, but he could practically see the girl healing in front of him, she was no longer limping as much, and he could hear the sound of bones grinding as her ribs and arm repaired themselves.
“Yes, but we really should get somewhere safer,” Birkin insisted.
“You, take his legs,” He told Logan, who appeared to be the stronger, if shorter, of the two.
Logan was still skeptical that he was going to miraculously come back to life, especially in this place, but Claire seemed determined that he would, and the man dragging ‘Wesker’ also seemed to believe he would.
The body was still warm, so it couldn’t have been too long, or perhaps that was a sign that he was going to come back. Either way, they couldn’t just leave them here if there was a chance he would come back to life.
“Do you need some help?” Peter moved over to Claire, still holding the poker.
“No, I’ll be fine,” But despite that Peter took up position on her less-injured side, to protect her or catch her if she started to fall.
It was strange to watch the process, and this close he could even hear it, as they slowly made their way back to the patient block, Claire continued to heal at an alarming rate, faster, even, than Logan could.
Peter glanced towards Wesker every so often, there was no sign of change, but he really doubted that Wesker was going to heal from this, he was dead. Sure, people did come back from the dead, but that was in hospitals, and only within a short period of time.
That amount of time where the mind and body could still be saved had long since passed for Wesker by the time they made it back into the patient block. The stairs had taken quite a while to navigate, and Birkin had nearly dropped Wesker several times.
“Can we take ‘im to yer room, Claire? Female patient block is closest,” Logan asked, looking towards the girl. She barely showed any sign that she was injured.
“Yes, of course,” She answered quickly, obviously upset. Logan had noticed the way she would try to keep focused on what was ahead of them, but couldn’t help but glance at Wesker.
By the time they were back in her room Claire hardly felt any pain anymore, only when she took a deep breath, but Wesker had not improved any as he was played on her bed. She immediately sat on the bed next to him, reaching for the bandage.
“Leave it on,” Birkin said. When their rescuers had arrived he had torn off the sleeve of Wesker’s coat to use as a bandage, hopefully to hide the fact that he was currently a corpse.
“You really think he’s going to come back from this?” Peter asked, looking at Wesker.
“He has to!” Claire snapped.
“Wesker has recovered from fatal injuries before,” This was nothing compared to the injury that he would have received from the Tyrant.
“He can do it, I know he can,” Claire reiterated.
A long silence filled the room as everyone waited, before Birkin glanced at Logan and Peter.
“You can both leave now,” He pointed out., “We are no longer in danger of being eaten,” Unless, of course, either of them were cannibals.
“I’d like to stay and see this… I’ve met Wesker before,” Peter explained, as if that would be cause for him to stay.
“Gotta admit, I’d like ta see this too. Got a bit ‘o healin’ factor myself,” Not nearly as much as the girl had, though, it looked like she was completely recovered.
They were all seated, and silent. Birkin and Peter on chairs, while Logan sat down on the unoccupied bed.
Claire was slumped over in a drowsy half sleep when a slightly cool hand touched her, making her jump in surprise. Especially when she was that it was Wesker’s hand… it had moved just a few inches to bump against hers, but it was movement.
His head had turned as well, and it looked like he was looking at her.
“Daddy!” Claire cried out in relief, immediately wrapping her arms around him. She could feel him breathing and his heart was beating and he was alive!
This stirred Birkin out of his nap, and all three men were on their feet. “Claire, give him some room,” Birkin scolded.
She let go as told, pulling back. Wesker’s lips were moving, but no sound came out. He realized this immediately and frowned.
“Your throat was cut, your voice box likely has not recovered yet,” Birkin offered. That just earned a deeper frown from Wesker, and Birkin was fairly sure the intended message was ‘You don’t need to tell me that.’
“That’s…” Peter was still surprised. He had not expected Wesker to recover from that, or be at all coherent. Or for Claire to be his daughter, he hadn’t mentioned that. Then again, why would he have?
“He’s yer dad?” Logan asked, glancing between Claire and Wesker. There was some resemblance, and if her old man had some healing ability, perhaps it made a little more sense that she had it too.
“Yeah…” Claire was distracted, staring down at Wesker, who was mouthing words up at her. She couldn’t lip read, but if she listened hard enough there were very faint sounds, a very soft whisper that she couldn’t quite hear.
Logan could hear it, the faint airy whisper that didn’t use the throat to form any of the sounds. The intercom came on just as Wesker finished.
“He said-“ But Logan didn’t get past that as night suddenly ended.
Author: Adam
Beta (if applicable): Claire-mun? D:
Word Count: 2,550
Rating: PG-13~R. Death and violence
Character(s): Claire, William Birkin, Logan “wolverine”, Peter Parker “Spider Man”
Pairing(s) (if applicable): None.
Summary: Keeping him alive isn’t the issue anymore, it’s keeping him in one piece while he comes back to life.
Notes (if applicable): I apologize for any mistakes and blame them on fractured wrist and pain killers.
He had to come back… he just had to. Claire was sitting down, holding Wesker’s body, she had dragged it away from where he had fallen, taking him to a hopefully safer area while he regenerated.
His skin looked so pale, in what little light there was in the hallway, but his body was covered in blood.
“Come on, it’s just a little cut,” Just a little slash across the throat, it should have been easy for him to heal.
Claire didn’t think she could forgive herself is he didn’t. After all, he’d gotten killed saving her.
She could come back to life after being killed, so he should be able to as well, right? Wesker was her father and had the same power she did, but maybe this place had taken too much away.
Or maybe it would just take longer. She healed slower, and it was a pretty bad wound so maybe it would just take him longer to recover from it.
William was frowning, but the look on his face was more thoughtful than anything else. The man kneeled down next to Wesker’s body and pulled the sunglasses off, checking his eyes.
They were still gold and red and slitted and all… snakey-looking. William took out his flashlight and shined it in Wesker’s eyes, but there was no response to it, so he replaced the sunglasses.
William took part of the coat that he wore and wiped away the blood from the wound on Wesker’s neck, his heart had stopped pumping, so it wouldn’t be bleeding as much anymore.
“Is he going to be alright?” Claire had only just found her father, she didn’t want to lose him again so soon!
“Oh, don’t worry, he’s lived through worse than this,” According to everything Birkin had heard, Wesker had taken a Tyrant claw through his chest and recovered from it. Birkin would have liked to have gloves to do this little examination, but it wasn’t as if Wesker was contagious.
He carefully felt around the wound. It was strange to be examining a warm, dead body. Usually they were cold and stiff, but Wesker was very freshly dead. He couldn’t feel any areas where the wound appeared to be healing… but…
“Hold the flash-light over the wound, I want to get a better look at it.”
Claire’s hand was bloody and slippery, but she gripped the flash-light and shined it on the gash like Birkin had instructed.
Birkin studied what he could see of the wound. It had gotten his wind pipe and his jugular.
Well, Wesker would probably recover faster, if he was going to recover from this, if the injury wasn’t being poked and prodded and held open.
“Anything?” Claire was starting to sound really anxious.
Birkin wasn’t good at dealing with children, despite the fact that he had one of his own. Annette generally took care of Sherry.
“Nothing, but it could be that it will simply take him longer to recover from this, it’s only been a few minutes.”
There was a strange tapping noise coming down the hallway, probably attracted by the smell of Wesker’s blood. Claire shined the flash-light down the hallway, revealing eight eyes that seemed to glow with the reflected light. Eight eyes and eight legs of a very large spider.
Claire grabbed Wesker’s body again and began dragging him away. William glanced at the spider, then at Claire, then down at Wesker’s body. He certainly wasn’t going to fight the spider and try to hold it off, so he decided to make their retreat a little faster by grabbing Wesker’s legs so they could lift and carry him off.
“When he wakes up he needs to start skipping dessert,” Claire said, watching as the Spider started to move towards them much more quickly.
William grunted, though he knew that fat was hardly the issue here. Muscle weighed much more per cubic inch than fat did.
They weren’t going to get away like this, but Claire refused to just leave Wesker to be eaten.
However, the smell of blood had attracted more than just the spider that attacked them. As it gained on them, two other figures made themselves known, running in to block the spider’s path.
Claire couldn’t see very well but one was a short, stocky-looking man, while the other seemed to be mostly average aside from the fact that he shot something out of his hand at the approaching spider’s face.
The shorter man had made some comment involving the word ‘ironic’ but Claire didn’t catch it as he charged at the spider, wielding a knife.
“I’m going to go help them,” Claire said, setting her half of Wesker down and grabbing the poker that she had pulled from his back that one night. He had recovered from that, so he could recover from this too, she was certain.
Birkin started to protest, but Claire was gone before he could start to admonish her for rushing into a situation that might get her injured. He could barely move Wesker around on his own, and carrying two disabled, regenerating… people… was out of the question.
“Stay out of this, we can handle it.” Claire heard the second warning, shouted by the man who had shot something out of his hand at the spider’s eye, but Claire ignored him, dodging to the side as he tried to keep her back.
The shorter man was actually growling as he fended off attacks from the spider with his knife. And there was something oddly familiar about him.
Now that she was closer she could see that that there was something over the Spider’s eyes, probably whatever the man had shot at it.
Claire decided to add to it’s eye troubles, jabbing her poker into one of the eight large, round eyes. But when she tried to pull it back out she found that something was making the poker stick, and she was too busy trying to retrieve her weapon to dodge when the spider swung one of it’s large, hard legs at her.
The leg hit Claire and knocked her to the side, and she suddenly found that the wall had lurched to the side to meet her.
She watched in a slight daze as the young man who shot stuff out of his hands jumped onto the back of the spider, grabbing the poker that had been stuck and pulling it out of the spider’s eye.
There was pain radiating up her side where the spider had hit her, and breathing only increased the pain as she leaned against the wall.
When Wesker got up again, she was going to get him to teach her how to defend herself.
Because he was going to get up again.
There was an eerie, horrible noise coming from the spider as the two men attacked it. It was thrashing around violently, but the man on it’s back somehow managed to stay on, balancing on top of it and gripping the poker that now protruded from the spider’s head, rather than it’s eye.
They had it in hand, but Claire still couldn’t seem to move away from the wall, it hurt too much.
There was a moment after the spider went mostly still that no one did anything. The legs twitched slightly, but it was still beyond that.
Claire was sure she could feel the beginnings of her healing kicking in, the pain was just starting to dull, but breathing wasn’t any easier.
The two men had come over to her, she tried to wave them off but found that moving her arm was more painful than breathing.
“I’ll be fine, I just need a few minutes,” Probably longer than a few minutes, at the rate she was healing.
“We should get out of here, someone help me carry him, we need to go somewhere safe,” Birkin said, trying to drag Wesker back towards them.
Wesker had better be grateful for this in the morning, and help him get samples of monsters here to study now that they knew where the lab was.
“What’s yer name, girl?” The short man asked while the other went over to help Birkin. Claire had to wait for just a moment before she responded.
“Claire,” She could hear the broken ribs start to set back into place on their own, with slow, audible cracking.
The man apparently could too, and stared at her in surprise. “I… uh… I heal quickly,” Claire offered, looking back towards Wesker. She started limping towards him, using the wall for support.
“Wesker?” Peter asked as he recognized the blond man Birkin was holding, that and there couldn’t be too many people who would run around wearing sunglasses at night like this, but why was his neck bandaged? And why was there blood every-where, and he wasn’t breathing either-
“You know him?” Birkin asked curiously still holding Wesker’s limp body.
“He’s dead?” Peter was shocked when he realized that Birkin was carrying around his body.
“Dead?” Logan echoed, making his way over, but keeping an eye on Claire as she limped along the wall.
“He’ll regenerate,” Birkin informed them both, frowning.
“Wesker said he could regenerate from wounds that would be fatal, but I didn’t think that meant coming back from the dead,” Peter said, still trying to figure out if they were telling the truth or not.
“He can do it, he’s done it before… I’ve done it before too,” Claire sounded very uncertain that she should be telling them that she could heal.
“Both of you got a healin’ factor?” Logan asked, his own healing was greatly reduced, but he could practically see the girl healing in front of him, she was no longer limping as much, and he could hear the sound of bones grinding as her ribs and arm repaired themselves.
“Yes, but we really should get somewhere safer,” Birkin insisted.
“You, take his legs,” He told Logan, who appeared to be the stronger, if shorter, of the two.
Logan was still skeptical that he was going to miraculously come back to life, especially in this place, but Claire seemed determined that he would, and the man dragging ‘Wesker’ also seemed to believe he would.
The body was still warm, so it couldn’t have been too long, or perhaps that was a sign that he was going to come back. Either way, they couldn’t just leave them here if there was a chance he would come back to life.
“Do you need some help?” Peter moved over to Claire, still holding the poker.
“No, I’ll be fine,” But despite that Peter took up position on her less-injured side, to protect her or catch her if she started to fall.
It was strange to watch the process, and this close he could even hear it, as they slowly made their way back to the patient block, Claire continued to heal at an alarming rate, faster, even, than Logan could.
Peter glanced towards Wesker every so often, there was no sign of change, but he really doubted that Wesker was going to heal from this, he was dead. Sure, people did come back from the dead, but that was in hospitals, and only within a short period of time.
That amount of time where the mind and body could still be saved had long since passed for Wesker by the time they made it back into the patient block. The stairs had taken quite a while to navigate, and Birkin had nearly dropped Wesker several times.
“Can we take ‘im to yer room, Claire? Female patient block is closest,” Logan asked, looking towards the girl. She barely showed any sign that she was injured.
“Yes, of course,” She answered quickly, obviously upset. Logan had noticed the way she would try to keep focused on what was ahead of them, but couldn’t help but glance at Wesker.
By the time they were back in her room Claire hardly felt any pain anymore, only when she took a deep breath, but Wesker had not improved any as he was played on her bed. She immediately sat on the bed next to him, reaching for the bandage.
“Leave it on,” Birkin said. When their rescuers had arrived he had torn off the sleeve of Wesker’s coat to use as a bandage, hopefully to hide the fact that he was currently a corpse.
“You really think he’s going to come back from this?” Peter asked, looking at Wesker.
“He has to!” Claire snapped.
“Wesker has recovered from fatal injuries before,” This was nothing compared to the injury that he would have received from the Tyrant.
“He can do it, I know he can,” Claire reiterated.
A long silence filled the room as everyone waited, before Birkin glanced at Logan and Peter.
“You can both leave now,” He pointed out., “We are no longer in danger of being eaten,” Unless, of course, either of them were cannibals.
“I’d like to stay and see this… I’ve met Wesker before,” Peter explained, as if that would be cause for him to stay.
“Gotta admit, I’d like ta see this too. Got a bit ‘o healin’ factor myself,” Not nearly as much as the girl had, though, it looked like she was completely recovered.
They were all seated, and silent. Birkin and Peter on chairs, while Logan sat down on the unoccupied bed.
Claire was slumped over in a drowsy half sleep when a slightly cool hand touched her, making her jump in surprise. Especially when she was that it was Wesker’s hand… it had moved just a few inches to bump against hers, but it was movement.
His head had turned as well, and it looked like he was looking at her.
“Daddy!” Claire cried out in relief, immediately wrapping her arms around him. She could feel him breathing and his heart was beating and he was alive!
This stirred Birkin out of his nap, and all three men were on their feet. “Claire, give him some room,” Birkin scolded.
She let go as told, pulling back. Wesker’s lips were moving, but no sound came out. He realized this immediately and frowned.
“Your throat was cut, your voice box likely has not recovered yet,” Birkin offered. That just earned a deeper frown from Wesker, and Birkin was fairly sure the intended message was ‘You don’t need to tell me that.’
“That’s…” Peter was still surprised. He had not expected Wesker to recover from that, or be at all coherent. Or for Claire to be his daughter, he hadn’t mentioned that. Then again, why would he have?
“He’s yer dad?” Logan asked, glancing between Claire and Wesker. There was some resemblance, and if her old man had some healing ability, perhaps it made a little more sense that she had it too.
“Yeah…” Claire was distracted, staring down at Wesker, who was mouthing words up at her. She couldn’t lip read, but if she listened hard enough there were very faint sounds, a very soft whisper that she couldn’t quite hear.
Logan could hear it, the faint airy whisper that didn’t use the throat to form any of the sounds. The intercom came on just as Wesker finished.
“He said-“ But Logan didn’t get past that as night suddenly ended.
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Birkin: x[ Regenerate already, you're killing my arm.
Wesker: x__x
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