Executioner Resident Evil 5 Novels & Stories

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“I’m sorry for everything we lost, for the chances we never took. But I won’t let this be the end. Not for us. Not today.” He squeezed my hand, his grip strong despite the bonds. “Then let’s do this. Together.” With a final breath, I opened my eyes, my vision sharpening as the power within me surged to the surface. The time had come to turn the tide, to take back what was ours. And as the executioner raised his weapon, I unleashed everything, shattering the bonds that held us and igniting the fire that would burn through Maria’s lies once and for all.

"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.

Rai yelled disgusted. Rai would one hundred percent, be happy if he knew how long I actually have left. But I'm not going to let him know that at all. Let him be fooled, I don't give a damn. "Right?" I started with a crazy grin on. "If what everybody says is true, then I am a horrible person indeed. Damn, how can a murderer like me stay alive for so damn long? I, who murdered my family and my best friend. The Gods are so unfair," I mocked acidly and stared at him. "Brother, you may be the Heir Apparent and next Duke of our house, but you are still in the same position as me. Don't act too highly," I turned to Aeneas. "The same goes for you! Now, if you don't want me to stop using the blindfo

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.