#but hes comfortable enough to be fully exposed in front of albert. nothing can hurt him. nobody will do anything bad to him

[euporiez]

I love including non sexual nudity in ship fanart because its such a potent way of showing intimacy however I feel awkward when I do it because. idk.

[datauthorress]

Our Final Hour (Chapter 1: The Beginning)

Pairing: Albert Wesker x Original Female Character (Shelby Hartford)

Rating: Explicit

Summary: A gamer from another universe gets sent to the world of Resident Evil, to the volcano where Albert Wesker was killed. To her horror, the madman survives and the two fall into each other's lives, as much as they didn't want to.

Warnings: Violence, descriptions of blood and slight gore

If there was one thing Shelby could rant and rave about, it was the heat.

She enjoyed the summer season, yes. But she absolutely despised the heat. Anything above 80 degrees and when the humidity was up, it was very uncomfortable for her. It was why she liked colder weather better and it allowed her to breathe easier than the high heat. But, right now there was nothing she could do about the heat..

Because she was right in the heart of a fucking volcano.

How she ended up in a volcano of all places, was unknown to her. The last thing she remembered, was that she was just finishing up her gameplay of Resident Evil 5, which she had finally gotten around to playing. Albert Wesker had just gotten two RPGs to the face and was ultimately killed in that moment, when a loud crack of thunder had shook the apartment complex she was living in.

Shelby remembered seeing streaks of lightning in the sky through her balcony door, but they had seemed way too close for comfort. When thunder shook her apartment once again, a streak of lightning had come through her balcony door and struck her playstation 4.

Next thing she knew was pain, and she woke up, right next to the fucking volcano where Wesker had been killed. She didn't see anything, nothing out of the ordinary and no helicopter that carried Chris Redfield, Jill Valentine and Sheva Almor.

It was quiet, save for the quiet rumbling of the volcano beside her.

Shelby felt sweat dab her forehead and she used the back of her jacket sleeve to wipe it away. Her bangs were damp against her forehead and she was burning up. There had to be someway to get out of here.

But unless the BSAA was going to come here to clean up whatever mess there was from the incident, she was otherwise fucked and had to find a way off this rock.

Shelby sighed heavily and glanced around the rim of the volcano, trying to find any sort of path that she could use to climb out. As she was scouting the rim of the volcano, she suddenly heard the sound of rocks clattering against each other. She turned her body, looking behind her with an arched eyebrow. Not wanting to get close to the lava, but needing to find out what it was, she slowly made her way towards the edge and looked over it. The sheer heat of the lava forced her backwards, and she didn't even get a chance to glance over the edge. She felt like the skin of her face was going to be burned off, so she just moved backwards to avoid the heat.

When she stepped back, the same sound came again and she finally opened her eyes, only to yelp in surprise when a long, dark brown appendage came from over the edge and coiled around her arm, nearly pulling her right into the lava, but she stood her ground and struggled backwards, trying to get the appendage off.

“Get off!” she shouted, pulling and thrashing, but the appendage had a vice grip on her.

The appendage continued to coil up her arm, traveling up to her shoulder and wrapping around her shoulder. The grip was becoming tighter and she could feel her bones protesting at the grip. Pain rushed through her arm, and Shelby cried out.

“Let go-!”

SNAP

Shelby screamed as a resounding snap echoed through the cavern of the volcano. Tears sprung up in her eyes and rolled down her cheeks. Through the pain, she heard the sound of grunting and turned her eyes to in front of her. To her horror, someone was lifting themselves out of the lava, the smell of burnt flesh invading her nostrils.

It was about one of the most horrible things she had smelled in her life.

Whatever was pulling themselves out of the lava, was barely human. There were the same dark brown appendages wrapped around the thing's arm and torso, flesh hanging off of it like it was melting. She could make out tuffs of blond hair, and then bright, blood red orbs were staring at her.

Oh fuck...

Shelby suddenly had a hunch at what this thing was crawling out of the volcano and she whirled around, trying to escape the grasp of the appendage around her arm. Pain rushed through her once more and she suddenly remembered that her arm was fucking broken. She felt more of the appendages wrapping around her, coiling up her legs, winding around them like a thick corkscrew. A gurgling noise reached her ears and hands were on her, large and rough and burned beyond human capability. There was no way this thing could be alive after falling into lava.

A hand took hold of the short tuffs of hair at the back of her head and yanked her head to the side rather painfully, exposing her neck. The other hand dug non-existent nails into her shirt, ripping it away from her shoulder.

“L-let go of me! Stop!” she screamed, hoping someone, anyone, would hear her and come to help.

She did indeed, hear the sound of helicopter blades and glanced up to see five or so helicopters in the air, circling the volcano. She tried to wave her arms, but the appendages tightened around her limbs and she got all but one second to feel sharp teeth sinking into the flesh of her shoulder.

They dug in deep, and she swore she heard her heart skip several beats. It was pounding in her ears and she couldn't help but scream from the sheer pain that erupted through her shoulder, the same one that held her broken arm. There were gulping noises, as if this thing...whatever it was, was drinking her blood. Her vision blurred and she slumped forward slightly, a small trickle of blood flowing down the side of her mouth.

The sound of loud voices perked her interest, but she couldn't lift her head. After a moment, lights flashed on her and the thing holding her and she was released. The appendages released her and she fell to the rocky ground, most likely cutting her palms and arms on the hot, rocky surface.

As she slowly blacked out, she heard the sound of animalistic roars and the sound of gunshots.

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The first thing Shelby noticed was that she was sore. Incredibly sore. Her entire left side ached, mostly her shoulder and arm. The second thing she noticed was that she was on something firm, but soft enough for her back. She clearly remembered what happened, that...that thing that came out of the volcano....

It looked suspiciously like...

But there was no way. Albert Wesker took two RPGs to the face and then his body was incinerated in the lava. How could he be alive? Unless some part of him survived...

Shelby released a soft groan and her eyes fluttered open, and she immediately noticed the dim light above her, which she was glad for since her eyes were sore. Which was understandable since she had been so close to lava. She lifted her good arm and placed her hand over her forehead, feeling her bangs. Her hair was dry and clean, soft actually. Like she just had a recent shower. She lifted her head and glanced downwards, seeing that she was in a hospital gown of sorts and she was covered with a warm blanket.

Was she in a hospital?

As she pondered just where she thought she could be, she heard a door open and glanced over to her left to see an older woman wearing scrubs come into the room with a clipboard. She took one look at Shelby, then quickly left the room in a hurry.

Shelby arched an eyebrow, and she made an attempt to sit up, wincing as she tried to. It hurt to move, and as she struggled to sit up, the same nurse and a male doctor rushed into the room.

“Miss, you shouldn't move!” the doctor said sternly, placing a hand on Shelby's good shoulder. “You're wounded badly. I'm surprised you can even move.”

“Where am I?” Shelby asked, looking up at the doctor. “Please, just tell me where I am....”

The doctor let out a soft sigh, before he pressed a button on the side to allow her to sit up in bed comfortably. Shelby winced when she was moved, but she felt better sitting up.

“You're in the BSAA's infirmary, short for Bioterrorism Security Assessment Alliance. You were found wounded at the hands of a terrorist, one we thought was dead.”

“Wesker....” she mumbled softly.

The doctor heard her mumble, but couldn't make out what she was saying. The doctor explained that she and the alive Albert Wesker had been transported back to the United States, in one of BSAA's safe rooms, or building for that matter. Wesker had been injected with the PG67A/W, to combat the Uroborus in his bloodstream and was currently restrained in a locked room, guarded at all times. He had fully healed apparently in the last three days since Shelby had been unconscious, fighting off some sort of infection in her body. Apparently, the wound that Wesker had given her had made her ill and now that she was awake, she was healthy.

Which concerned the doctor, but he kept that to himself.

While the doctor had been explaining this, Shelby had been given food and water and allowed to do her business in the restroom. She was a little weak from being unconscious for so long, but...

Somehow, she was taking this a lot calmer than she thought she would.

She explained to the doctor that she couldn't remember where she came from and only knew her name was Shelby. The doctor believed her and diagnosed her with severe amnesia, and she would stay in the hospital for a while to recovery. Her left arm was broken, she had a huge bite wound in her left shoulder and scraps and cuts along her arms and hands, along with burns on her left arm from where the appendage had grabbed her.

After a while, Shelby suggested something outrageous.

“I want to see Wesker.”

“Absolutely not! He is a very dangerous man and you're injured. It's an absolute no, Miss Shelby.” the doctor scolded.

“What's the problem?” she asked. “If he's locked up and restrained, he couldn't get out, not with so many guards and the PG67A/W running through his system. He'll be weak...from what I can understand.”

The doctor and nurse exchanged glances before the doctor gave a heavy sigh. “Alright....but you won't be walking.”

Shelby gave a nod of agreement and while keeping her hooked to her IV pole, they situated her in a comfortable wheelchair and placed a blanket over her, keeping her from getting cold. The doctor spoke to her as he wheeled her down the hallway.

“If you feel uncomfortable, or unsafe at all, wave at the camera and a guard will come in to retrieve you.” the doctor told her.

Shelby gave a nod, and it was mere moments before they were at a sealed door, with a single, square-shaped window at the top. She was a bit nervous, unsure how she was going to speak to a character who was supposed to be fictional, and in a world that was SUPPOSED to be fictional...yet was real in front of her very eyes.

“Are you sure you want to do this, Miss Shelby?” he asked her once more.

“Yeah.”

The doctor nodded once more, and the doctor motioned to one of the guards, who nodded and unlocked the door, opening it and stepping aside. Shelby took a deep breath as she was wheeled into the room.

The room wasn't very big, as big enough for a terrorist as it could be. Wesker was sitting up in a bed, completely unscathed, and restrained down with multiple leather and steel cuffs. He was dressed in clothing similar to hers, but instead it was a pair of black pants and a black shirt that resembled scrubs, like the nurse wore. His eyes were closed and his chest was rising and falling slowly, and Shelby had a hunch that he was asleep.

The doctor parked her beside the bed, but still out of arms length from the bed. He leaned down to her ear. “Remember, if you feel unsafe at all, just wave.”

Shelby nodded and the doctor left the room. The door was shut and locked, and Shelby was left alone with the madman just a few feet from her. For now, she could only take in his features. He was just as he looked in the game, 49-years old, blond hair barely sporting any gray. His face looked like it was sculpted by God themselves, the sharp chin, the chiseled cheekbones, yeah....it was safe to say he indeed was an attractive man...

Too bad he was completely fucking insane.

“Are you going to stare much longer?”

A deep, baritone voice interrupted her thoughts. Rich and thick, but there was a sarcastic undertone.

Shelby glanced up at the man, and she noticed that his eyes were open, but he wasn't looking at her directly. More like a sideways glance. She saw a glimpse of those red, cat-like eyes and she shuddered at the eerie feeling she got from them.

“No, I just want to ask you a few questions.” she replied, rubbing the back of her neck nervously.

“And they left you alone in a room with one of the most dangerous men in the world?”

“I asked to be.”

“You're either brave, or very foolish.”

“I've been known for both....” she mumbled, shaking her head. “Why did you bite me?”

Wesker was quiet for a moment, and then, his head slowly turned in her direction and she froze when those eyes landed on her. Shit, those eyes were much more vivid than through a television screen...

The ghost of a smirk lifted at the corner of his mouth. “You were the nearest living thing. After being so badly injured by Chris Redfield, and dumped into a pit of lava, I just needed a bit of flesh to heal.”

Shelby shuddered and she knew Wesker caught wind of that. He prided himself on unnerving people. After all, he had a plan for world domination.

“How are you alive?” she questioned.

“You seem to know a bit about me....how is that?”

“I don't know....I can't remember much of anything, besides my name and your name....and what you've done.” Shelby replied.

“And your name is?”

“Sure as hell ain't telling you that.”

A low chuckle came from his lungs, and she scratched at her wrist lightly. “So brave. Not many people would dare speak to me that way.”

“You're really not all that to be honest.” Shelby blurted out.

Wesker's eyes narrowed in a glare and she almost wanted to wave to the camera to let her out, but she didn't. She needed to find out what the hell was going on, so she kept going. “You hatched a plan for world domination like a typical comic book villain. Really? I've seen better villains, and some of they hatched better plans than you did. C'mon, Wesker, you could've done better than-”

The next thing she knew, her oxygen was suddenly interrupted and a large hand was around her throat, lifting her up into the air. She knew Wesker was around six foot three inches, so she wasn't surprised when her feet dangled off the floor, in the air. She clutched at the hand around her neck, choking noises leaving her parted lips.

Wesker's blood red eyes bore right into her hazel ones, causing a shiver to go throughout her entire body.

“L-let go....” she choked, gasping for air.

The grip around her throat tightened every so slightly and she gasped, tears springing up in her eyes from the pain. She couldn't breathe, couldn't breathe-

A shout of pain came from the blond holding her up and she was dropped to the floor, where Shelby immediately began coughing and clutching her abused throat. Guards were on the blond, injecting what looked like a syringe filled with green liquid into Wesker's exposed neck. The doctor shouted at the guards to restrain Wesker as he lifted Shelby into his arms and quickly carried her out of the room, while the guards dealt with Wesker.

The doctor carried Shelby all the way to her room, and placed her on the bed, immediately checking for her neck. Her neck was already beginning to bruise from the abuse. Shelby coughed loudly, taking deep breaths to get her oxygen back.

“That was a foolish idea, Miss Shelby.” the doctor sighed, shaking his head.

“I know.” she strained to speak, rubbing at her throat. Fuck it hurt so much....

The nurse made sure Shelby was comfortable and gave her medication for her pain, then dimmed the lights so she could sleep. She didn't dream when she slept, which gave her relief from whatever nightmares she was sure she would have later on.

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Shelby woke with a jolt, as an ear-piercing scream echoed from outside her room and gunshots filled the air after it. She quickly sat up in bed, and noticed people running down the hallway outside and to her horror, a gunshot rang out and a woman fell to the floor, blood trickling out from a hole in her neck.

Shelby quickly unhooked herself from the IV and she used the same needle as a weapon, not caring about the blood that was seeping from her arm from yanking the needle out too fast. She pressed herself against the wall beside the door, her heart thudding in her chest.

She could hear footsteps and voices close by, just right behind the door...

“Is everyone terminated?” a male voice asked.

“As far as we know. Intel said there was an unknown female who was found along with Wesker, but we haven't found her yet.”

“Keep searching and once you do, make sure she doesn't struggle. Boss wants her alive.”

There was a deep, animalistic growling noise and the men all shouted out, and began to fire in the direction they came from. Shelby squeezed her eyes shut and put her hands over her ears, hating the sound of gunshots and growling and the sound of flesh being torn...

It made her stomach churn.

After about three minutes, or what seemed like three hours, the noises all stopped and all that was left was a quiet growling noise. She heard footsteps approaching the door that led to the room she was in and she readied her makeshift weapon. The doorknob jiggled and it opened.

Shelby swung her makeshift weapon, aiming for the face, but a strong and rough hand grabbed hold of her wrist right before it reached their face.

She glanced up and her eyes widened when she saw Wesker standing there, an annoyed expression on his face.

“Drop it.” he warned.

Shelby dropped the needle without a second thought and the blond released her wrist.

“Let's go.” he said.

“Go? Go where?”

“We're leaving.”