Executioner Resident Evil 5 Novels & Stories

he said, which was true enough. She resumed the footage. Scenes skated past: a McMansion with woken neighbours arranging robes; a penthouse tower with a camera crane arcing like a curious bird; a suburban driveway chalk-striped with evidence markers. The hush on the air felt national. “All victims executed with precision,” Gale said, now facing him, remote in one hand like a gavel. “No signs of forced entry. No alarms. Professional work.” She clicked pause. The screen held at granite: a forensic tech looking down into something that looked back.

I and my men stepped out and they dealt with the men downstairs while I went to find the main assassin. "Brother, fifth floor, second room from the elevator. I held my ear and replied, "got it." I held my gun and took the elevator to the fifth floor. Upon arrival on the fifth floor, I stayed alert and on the lookout for him. I entered the second room cautiously. There was no one in the room. I had a bad premonition at this point. "Basilio, there's a problem, no one in the room," I said as I walked out of the room and hurriedly took the elevator to the hall.

She couldn't turn the key, and she couldn't pull her hands out of the resin. Above her head, the massive, hairless white hand that had carried the Nightshade executioner into the dark air shafts was no longer moving away. The blunt, moonstone-tipped fingers were slithering back down through the ceiling joists, their motion slow, blind, and deliberate as they tracked the scent of the toxic purple fluid coating her hair.

The Swiss bunker stank of wet earth and rotting roses. They found Lucian's corpse at the heart of the complex, his lifeless body wired into a grotesque throne of neural filaments and blackened rose stems. The glass assassin knelt before him, her fingers buried in the soil as tendrils of gold pulsed beneath her translucent skin. She didn't turn as they entered. "You're too late," she murmured. "The garden remembers everything." Eva's hands shook as she jacked into the central console. "Jeff... I can see them. All of them."

“But you’re going to help us stop him.” From a rented room in an abandoned media facility, Xavier activated a private live feed. To Sophie. Her screen blinked to life. His face appeared—older, ragged, bitter. “You built a glass empire,” he said. “And forgot the steel underneath.” Sophie didn’t react. “Echo51 is layered with conditional responses. You trigger a rollback, it scrubs the Vault. You isolate the servers, it launches the mimic AI you buried under Eclipse.” “You sound like Belinda,” Sophie said.

“She always was unpredictable. But you cannot hide down here.” My mother stepped between us immediately. “You cannot have her.” The Executioner’s gaze remained on me. “I am not here for her.” My heart dropped. “Then why...” He finally looked at my stomach. “I am here for the heir.” My mother lunged forward, but the Executioner sidestepped her with surprising ease, his body moving with the precision of a wolf trained for single-target retrieval. My instincts flared and I shifted halfway into my hybrid form, claws extending as instinct overtook caution.

David's POV~ "Buzz!" My phone vibrated before it's screen dimly lit up the room. My eyes opened almost instantaneously. I stretched out my hand and reached for the night just beside me. I was being as careful and gentle as possible not to wake Melissa up. Picking up the phone, I opened it and saw a text from THE EXECUTOR...... "I hope he did a clean job" I thought as I opened the text. it read. As expected of him, it was brief and concise. I was just about to respond when he began to type again.

Lucien promised, his voice dropping to a low, guttural snarl. "That can easily be arranged," Vance replied coldly. He raised his right hand, preparing to give the execution signal to his snipers. "Kill the male. Secure the girl." "Wait!" I screamed, stepping out from behind Lucien, my blind eyes staring directly toward the sound of Vance's voice, my left hand reaching up to touch the burning scar at the base of my skull. "You want the bioweapon, Vance? You want the catalyst?" Vance held up a hand, pausing his men. "What are you doing, Evelyn?"

The second one that is falling apart was my fault and I had to admit that. Out of the five executives I was supposed to kill I managed to kill only one of them. The remaining four had ended up ganging against me for revenge and to prevent their death. It was in the process that Eric was killed. Though we managed to kill most of their genetically enhanced men. We were only two and our strength was limited and they surpassed us in numbers. After we managed to kill most of their men, who would have expected that the four executives would inject themselves with the serum and also be genetically modified?

I’m one second away from hurling it through the window when Parker suddenly freezes. “They’re back,” he says, eyes distant. “And they brought a guest.” We head back to the kitchen. The doctor’s still at the body, taking careful notes. The detectives return moments later, bowing. But the man behind them doesn’t. “Bow to your king,” one of the guards growls. The stranger lifts his chin. “I bow only to my mother. No one else.” Interesting. So this is an Executioner. He’s tall, striking. Raven-black hair cropped short, piercing light blue eyes. Probably used to being the center of attention—but his beauty’s hollow. Cold.