Executioner Resident Evil 5 Novels & Stories

"They've actually identified the body." There was a long silence, so long I had to look behind me to be sure she was still there. "T—They have?" She stuttered. I nodded. "She's an Executioner." I drank from the cup, refilled and went to her. "H—How are they sure?" "All Executioners have a specific tattoo on their backs. It is one way to identify them." I held the glass to her. "Drink up." With slight hesitation, she took the glass and drank a little.

⸻ The Raven calmly placed his pistol back inside his coat. “If I wanted you dead…” He looked around the room. “…none of you would still be breathing.” Matteo’s finger tightened around the trigger. “So why are we alive?” The Raven answered with quiet certainty. “Because the Keeper cannot die…” “…before the Fifth Bell.” ⸻ Silence consumed the room. Even Alessio looked confused. “What happens at the Fifth Bell?” The Raven stared directly into his eyes. “You remember.” ⸻ Without another word… He reached into his coat.

he uttered before leaving the facility only five minutes after entering. James, who was already managing everything for Eros, groaned in irritation. He clenched his jaw before stomping his way to the laboratory. This should only take a few hours before the result shows. KEISHA stood by the window of her apartment, alone. The assassin she made an alliance with has already left but he will be back in a few hours… to execute their plans. She was feeling anxious if this would even work in her favor. Minutes turned to hours and he finally arrived again. "You look… beaten up," Daimon commented, looking at the way Keisha put on her makeup.

On our wedding day, my fiancée and brother died in a tragic crash, and the shock left my mother completely bedridden. Everyone blamed me, saying I brought misfortune and death to everyone around me. However, I didn't even have time to grieve. I worked myself to the bone, hauling concrete at construction sites by day and delivering food by night, just to afford my mother's medical bills. Then came the day I took a side job wearing a mascot suit for a grand opening event. One employee mentioned, "Our boss is super rich and handsome, and his wife is so sweet. Their family is so loving. They even rescue stray cats and dogs all the time!" I stayed quiet, only worried about whether I'd make it

With one final, desperate keystroke, I bypassed the primary proxy server and injected Viktor’s custom decryption worm straight into the core processor. *Bzzzt…Click.* A heavy, satisfying mechanical groan vibrated through the steel shaft above us. The red lockout light on the elevator panel flickered, turned amber, and then flashed a brilliant, welcoming green. The heavy steel elevator doors slid open with a smooth, silent sweep, revealing a pristine, mirrored car bathed in emergency blue light. Raven didn't hesitate. He grabbed my hand, pulling me swiftly inside the car before the doors could even finish locking behind us. He slammed his tactical boot against the interior floor panel, overri

It seemed as if he spent the better half of his time eating delicacies rather than chasing criminals. ‘Sir, the victim is Esha Arora, the CEO of Arora Cements. Died of asphyxiation which was preceded by a severe blow to the head,’ said the sub-inspector in a well-rehearsed manner, pausing to allow the inspector examine the body. ‘The victim was last seen by the housemaid at 4.30 pm. She was wearing a black sweater ... We have not been able to locate it yet.’ The inspector glanced up in surprise. ‘What do you mean by not been able to locate?’

"Those barbarians? No. I am 'The Wise.' Or, if you prefer a more functional title, the Executor." He walked up the beach, stopping three meters from Jack. He looked at the wreckage of the Valkyrie. He looked at the frozen forms of Arthur and Elena Miller. He looked at the comatose Olivia wrapped in a thermal blanket. "A prototype stealth jet destroyed. Four counts of unauthorized cryo-suspension. One damaged biological weapon—sorry, I mean 'Olivia'. And..." The Executor looked at Jack’s arm. "One violation of the Progenitor Seal." He sighed, a long, weary sound.

His nerves were eating him alive. —- The room was quiet. Same as always. No TV, no music, no hum of anything alive. Just dust in the air and that low creak the floor made whenever he stepped near the window. The wall hadn’t changed much. The photo of the crew was still up. Four faces. Four problems. Enzo’s face was crossed out now. Black marker, thick line. Miguel’s was next. Circled. The Executioner opened the drawer slowly. No rush. Inside: gloves, duct tape, two plastic bags, and a capped syringe. He checked the tip. Smooth. Sharp. Still good. He placed it gently in his inside pocket.

He would be panting hard if he would. The doctor entered the room and asked Blaze to make room for them to have a look. He checked on Swift in detail and turned to Blaze with the most confused expressions. Blaze was waiting for any explanation but he raised a hand to wait for Alpha Micheal to come. It was a rather unique case. One of a kind.

Frederick said as he took Jennifer’s hand and began to walk away. "Mr. Lester, watch out!" Levi suddenly shouted. Frederick looked up, and saw a shadowy figure darting toward them like a ghost. Amid the blur, he caught a glimpse of a "V" symbol. "You’ve got some nerve to step into Mirage!" Frederick’s face darkened. In an instant, he intercepted the figure. "Remember, the one who kills you is Five!" The attacker revealed himself as Five from Organization V. Five struck out at Frederick with a powerful blow. Frederick met his attack with equal force. The impact of their clash sent a cloud rising into the sky, as if a nuclear explosion had occurred.