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Hate Makes You Blind (Albert Wesker X Reader)

Hate makes you blind (Albert Wesker x reader)

Request: Hey, do you still do requests? If so, could you do a situation where Excella almost gets Wesker's S/O killed? Whether accidentally or on purpose?

Warnings: violence, manipulation?

Disclaimer: I’m french and even if I’m learning English for eleven fucking years, it’s not perfect and I’m sorry if there are spelling or grammar mistakes. If English is your native language (or if you’re bilingual), I would really appreciate it if you could help me by correcting my errors. Just don’t be too harsh, please. :)

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Excella was a bitch. She would do anything to have power, next to Albert, to dominate the world.

She had been raised in a family of aristocrats, where backstabbing, literally, was common. Anything for power and success. And even though she hated you, she would never try to kill you, because she knew her plans with Wesker would be compromised. Instead, she preferred to bully you in her own way, when he wasn't around. First, she'd throw scathing remarks at you to prick your heart and hope you'd walk away from Wesker, then leave him. You kept it all to yourself, knowing that if Albert was aware, he wouldn't hesitate to make Excella regret it, because you weren't as bad as she was. In reality, no one knew what you were doing with him. Sure, you weren't innocent, but you had your dark sides, though it wasn't as intense as your partner's.

"Stop eating so much, I can see rolls on your stomach. Albert likes fit girls."

This woman thought that with her breasts implants and flat stomach, she could hold Albert close to her. Seeing that she was wrong was eating her up inside and by extension, the only way she could hurt you was to attack your looks and...

Your intelligence.

"Geez, can't you keep up a little?! It's not hard to tell the difference between these two chemicals!"

You didn't have a science background and neither did she, but she loved to put you down at every opportunity. Over time, you had learned to ignore her and her disparaging remarks, as well as her disapproving looks. At your expense, you had found out, since your adolescence, to live your life as you wanted and to get over this kind of behavior. You had also learned to be selfish and do what you wanted, even if it meant hurting the ego of women like her, or other people close to you who begged you to leave Albert.

That day was incredibly hot. Unbearable, even. In fact, you had decided to stay in the laboratories, where you lived with Albert, because the complex was so huge that you owned a flat. You had a gigantic domain with something to keep you busy, but you preferred to seek the coolness of the air conditioning. So you found yourself wandering the corridors of Tricell's laboratories, looking for some kind of activity. Even though you weren't a doctor or a scientist, you loved to help out when you could, when it was safe to do so. Albert would never allow any virus near you and if he found out, he might get mad and fire a few people in the process. Your help was so appreciated, that Excella had begun to do the same, to gain sympathy from others, to compete with you who seemed to overshadow her. Many thought more of you than of her.

It became so ridiculous that she loved to take risks.

That day was no exception. You saw her giving orders to a team of men moving metal drums with the biohazard logo on them. When she noticed you, she rolled her eyes and you closed the distance between you.

"Excella, what are you doing? It's not our job to..."

"What do you want from me now? To prove once again that you are right? Don't you have other things to worry about?" she cut you off, in an aggressive tone.

Anger surged through your veins, tired of her being so snippy with you, like a rabid Chihuahua. Obviously, no one seemed to have taught her kindness and politeness.

"For once, wouldn't you like to be more courteous? No matter what I say to you, you raise your voice and insult me. You have a serious problem, Excella. If you want, I can make an appointment for you with a psychiatrist!" you shouted, exacerbated by his behavior.

You smiled, as her face darkened and her eyes flashed at you like a wild animal ready to pounce on its prey. Suddenly, she grabbed her gun from her thigh, as if rage had really taken over her body.

"You little bitch, you're always in my way to cause trouble!" she shouted.

Some workers stopped to watch the scene, shocked that she could point her Glock at another person.

Was she going to shoot?

When you saw her index finger come dangerously close to the trigger, you knew she was going to shoot. Immediately, you ran as fast as you could. A blast tore the silence of the corridors. A bullet pierced the floor two meters from your feet. Another bullet split the air and ended up behind your feet, this time a meter away. Her laughter rang out, almost Machiavellian, as if she had lost her mind.

You pushed on your calves and forced on your lungs, where the air flowed with difficulty. When you turned your head to make sure she hadn't followed you, a tiny vehicle unloading drums in the right room braked and swung around to avoid you.

Everything happened so fast. The liquid in one of the drums spurted out, the metal ripped open, and hit your face. Droplets entered your eyes and you screamed. Your eyes were burning. The pain was unstable. You fell backwards.

You plunged into total darkness.

"How could something like this happen?!" screamed a husky male voice.

"I... I just wanted to scare her and..." his victim stammered, taking a few steps back.

"Scare her?"

"Albert, please!"

Wesker grabbed Excella by the neck and slammed her against the wall. Both of his hands were gripping her so tightly she wasn’t breathing anymore, her face turning red, purple, then blue. She tried to scratch his hands to make him release her, in vain. She could already see herself dying in the hands of her partner, the famous virologist Albert Wesker. Finally, when she was about to faint, he released her and threw her to the ground like a rag doll. With his snake-like eyes, he scrutinized her like a vermin.

Of course, as soon as the accident had happened and Y/N had been taken care of by other doctors, he had gone to her hospital bed and had done everything possible to save her. She had gone blind because of Excella's fault.

"I should gouge your eyes out for what you did to her," he threatened her in an angry tone.

The woman on the ground looked up at him, panting, her head spinning, stars dancing in front of her eyes. She tried to catch her breath, but her lungs and her throat made her suffer, pushed her into agony.

"Please, it was an accident..."

"I won't do it, not today, not tomorrow. But I want you to know that I will, one day. Every act has consequences." he replied, in a sepulchral voice.

On this, he turned his feet and turned back to the bedside of his beloved. Once in the room, he took a seat on the chair next to the medical bed, and stroked your hand. You sighed, a sign that you had just woken up, and squeezed his hand in return.

A bandage covered your eyes. This simple fact frightened you as much as the news given by one of the doctors: "You have lost your sight, Miss "L/N". I apologize."

You were going to be in the dark for the rest of your life. Well, no, because what you were experiencing was indescribable. It wasn't black because you couldn't see. It was... different. Your whole body was shaking like a leaf. Your heart was beating. In fact, it was bleeding... You held back from crying, knowing that the pain in your eyes, despite the painkillers, would get worse.

"She'll never come near you again."

You didn’t answer, your lips pursed, your mind elsewhere, something Albert seemed to notice. He sighed, released your hand and massaged his temples. Of course, he was dying to hand Excella over to a horde of zombies, but he knew he'd find a worse fate later.

"I have a solution to give you back your eyesight. For that, you have to trust me."

You swallow hard, aware that no normal solution was available to you. Albert had worked on different projects: medicines, but also biological weapons. But no drug could restore your sight...

"The T-virus?" you dared to ask, in a veiled voice.

"Yes. It will regenerate your whole body. Just let me find the perfect dosage for your body... I promise you'll get better."

Wesker placed a soft kiss on the back of your hand and stroked your chin.

And you'll be almost as powerful as me, we'll rule together... he mused, a toothy smile on the edge of his lips. For him, it was just a blessing in disguise. Excella had simply found the right opportunity for him to make you evolve.

To make you his most beautiful creation.

***

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