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Here is the beginning of The Day That Never Comes!

The Day That Never Comes

Chapter 1:

Frustration

"Do onto others as they've done to you. But what the hell is this world coming to?"

Metallica: Fight Fire with Fire

Blow the universe into nothingness nuclear warfare shall lay us to rest.

A man in black clothing sat in a lab chair steeping his fingers under his chin, tapping his foot lightly on the metal floor. Computer monitors flashed and beeped. Several news reports on the screens. He watched as a news report played…

"The American division of the BSAA was dispatched into Africa today to investigate strange happenings in nearby villages of Kijuju. The reports state out of control villagers attacking civilians violently, and eventually disposal of the body by cannibalism."

Albert Wesker smirked at the monitor. "Have fun in Africa Christopher."

A laugh emitted from his lips.

After all this time, it was ready. Uroboros would demise Wesker's new race. It would lead his genesis. No one could stop him now; although he would be constantly threatened by the BSAA… their fetal attempts to stop him were going to be pathetic.

"I need an asset." Wesker talked to himself as he leaned back into the lab chair.

In turn, he could test Uroboros on them. See if they survive. If not…

Oh well.

He would acquire one. Promise them power, wealth, and Wesker's side in world domination.

There was nothing more that Albert Wesker loved than betrayal.

Now, as he sat alone, Wesker thought it was one of those golden opportunities to sit and think. Literally, he only planned on how to release it. It was necessary to test it first.

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Humans picked off the street make wonderful subjects, but every one of them has ended up dead. No fusions, no acceptance, just rejection.

Although it has been months, Uroboros still has not successfully bonded with anything.

"I don't understand. I've done everything. I have tried everything. No matter how much of my willing knowledge goes into this, it still doesn't work properly. No bonds, no nothing just rejection, and rejection leads to the death." Wesker slammed his fist into the wall as its dull echo filled the underground laboratory.

Uroboros could not risk having any flaws, it was impossible. Wesker knew his virus like the back of his hand. If this failed… it would be over. He would loose so much money, so much trust, and most likely have to leave the county… again.

But the one thought that lingered… it could well be the subjects.

"I need the perfect human." Wesker let a low chuckle escape his mouth.

A/N There you go! The first chapter!