Executioner Resident Evil 5 Novels & Stories

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.

I wiped my tears as it is starting to come out, I am not this weak. I don’t know why this thing got me emotional, is it because of remembering my mother and Quinn’s death? Or is it because I hated myself for trying to understand what Alarick and Convel are saying? “You might say that you do not kill, but does your leader agree with the both of you?” I asked. I saw Alarick once having the power to command the guards on the cell, maybe he is the head of the dungeon and he is entrusted to squeeze pieces of information from me.

he says, low and fast, his eyes on the running metal. “That is not even a Harvester squad like the grey ones. I have seen those tonight, they cut locks with acid emitters, slow and crude. This burns through a meter of solid titanium like it is wet paper, and it does it patiently, without hurry, which means it is not afraid of us, which means it has no reason to be.” His grip tightens on my shoulder until I feel the bone beneath. “I had genuinely hoped we would reach the shuttle before he chose to send it. He did not wait for us. He is not sending a correction up the spine anymore, Elena. He is sending an execution down through the wall.”

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.

I saw Calhoun occupied, tearing into a wolf, and then I saw him. The Executioner. He was rising from the dirt, his silver mask cracked, his movements slow and predatory. Jinx was distracted, her back turned as she spoke to Calhoun. She looked so human in that moment, beautiful yet vulnerable despite the light leaking from her skin. The Executioner pulled a hidden dagger, the blade coated in a shimmering, oily purple toxin. He didn't go for Calhoun. He went for the prize. He went for Jinx. Time didn't just slow down, it stopped.

Mort gave him a long blank stare. "I can see that," Mort then eyed the executioner. The masked man quickly obeys and approaches their place to execute what the Boss wants. "Black pill." Mort's cold order. The executioner was about to take one of the Black pills from the attache case when Klauss suddenly diverted the box to the side. Squinted eyes drawn to the man's gloves in disgust. "Could you change that filthy gloves of yours," Klauss's face awfully twitches at the sight of stinky blood. The torturer nodded to him and quickly replaced the pair of bloody gloves with new ones. After he changed, he took a black pill and returned to the chained traitor's assistant place.

I've never tolerated disloyalty, and I won't start today. I walk past both Xaver and Enrico toward my desk once more. I search around before finding the device that I'm after. Once I find it, I walk back to Enrico and Xaver. I watch in satisfaction as Enrico's eyes zero in on the device in my hand. The Spanish Tickler. The device may have an innocent-sounding name, but it was anything but. The Spanish tickler was a set of claws designed to rip through flesh and penetrate to the bone. Ripping flesh and muscle from the body in chunks. I raised my hand and ran it through Enrico's torso as he screamed for his life. Blood gushing everywhere as the claws tore through his body.

Across every window, every glass table, and even reflected in the obsidian depths of Dante’s eyes, the warning flickered with the cold, rhythmic heartbeat of an executioner. "The Council of Five," Dante whispered, his voice vibrating with a frequency that made the air itself feel heavy. He stepped toward the window, his hand resting on the hilt of a shattered Judge’s pike. "They haven't activated that protocol in three hundred years. Not since the last Great Cleansing."

A figure appeared high up in the air above South River City. It was Assassin Five, the assassin who had rushed to South River City from Capital City. Assassin Five sensed the area around him and mumbled. “Damn it. He isn’t here either. How did that brat know I was coming? Can he tell the future?” Assassin Five had come over from Chitara. When he heard the news of Chase’s location, he quickly came to South River City but still could not find Chase.

"You know my heart. I wouldn't squash a bug. It's Irene, deranged, scheming to eliminate me and monopolize you. Her antics tonight prove it; you witnessed her madness!" Her shrieks reverberated, yet sympathy had evaporated. Onlookers now regarded her with revulsion and caution. The footage was ironclad, reducing her performance to farce. Chris eyed her with pure revulsion. "Still trying to flip the script? Wesley slumbered alone then. Who else could infiltrate like that? In the whole complex, only you have those feathers. The janitor and residents will attest. And your nail fragment matches the tire scene impeccably."