Executioner Resident Evil 5 Novels & Stories

Silas reached out, his hand finding a discarded tactical rifle, his fingers moving with a slow, agonizing effort to level the weapon at the man who had just stolen the Vane legacy. "You... killed... my... father..." Silas managed to rasp, the words accompanied by a spray of dark, violet-stained blood that painted the deck between them, he wasn't asking for an explanation, he was delivering a sentence, a final act of the Executioner that he had been born to be. Arthur didn't even look at the rifle, he simply tilted his head, and a localized EMP pulse from the girl from the tank fried the weapon’s electronic firing pin, rendering it a useless piece of scrap metal in Silas’s trembling hands.

"His eyes?" "Yes." My stomach turned. I looked away, pressing a hand against my mouth. Adrian. Dr. Adrian Keller. The man who has started making everyday in this hospital bearable for me, always has a way with words and tries to make me smile. Now he is dead. In the basement of my hospital, with his eyes gouged out. "Who found him?" I whispered. "One of the investigators. They were checking the basement after we noticed something unusual with one of the service corridors."

And the most cataclysmic thing was, I was not afraid of having witness Madeline's murder. Yes it left an impact on me, I still shivered whenever her dead lifeless eyes drifted in my vision but.. I was more scared of Marienne. As soon as the the police enquiry session had come to an end, I ran straight to my flat, brought out my laptop and tried to find as much as information I could manage about them. And what I found about them wasn't shocking but still, it chilled me to the core. Marienne Carlisle Victor. A French-American businessman, who is best known for his ruthless statistics and strategies in the corporate world. Devilishly handsome looking but taken from at the age of 19. Well known

Kate groaned in anger. “Wow, a doctor and a hacker too. This guy must be a real genius.” Mr. Gray looks truly impressed by it. “No, no. It feels too imaginary for the killer to be both a doctor and a hacker. I think he has an accomplice.” Stefan said, hearing Mr. Gray’s remarks. “Anyways, what about the kidnapping? Did you find out how he kidnapped his victims?” Mr. Anderson asked Kate who was now opening another file on the PC. “The last scene where all the victims were seen was inside some high-class bar in the VIP room. Apparently, there is no camera inside the VIP rooms.” Kate calmly explained.

"Ride-or-die hackers and killers—what a life, Whitaker." Dusk bled crimson as the chopper deposited us at the penthouse apex, tension humming electric unsaid. Darius avenged—Rourke's neck snapped clean off-screen, Kenji's hands porcelain executioners. Gratitude warred with revulsion, attraction, venom-laced. I stripped to a sports bra and leggings, athletic frame craving rhythm to purge, sneakers pounding elevator to street shadows.

“We had local backup-” “Gone,” Anton muttered. “Wiped clean.” And then… a single file blinked to life. One line of text. “The name beneath the Architect… is the Executioner.” We stared in silence. The game wasn’t just about who told the story. It was about who finished it.

The crimson glow in his eyes faded as he gasped his last breath. No. 1 and No. 3 barely had time to react before my butterflies carved through their throats. Blood sprayed like mist as their bodies slumped onto the cold, blood-soaked floor. A heartbeat of silence. Then—clapping. Slow. Measured, came from the corner of the room. I turned sharply. No. 5 was smiling. "Impressive," he mused, stepping over the corpses like they were nothing more than discarded trash. "I had a feeling you weren’t ordinary. But now—" He tilted his head, his crimson eyes glinting in the dim light. "Now, I know."

My mother, Samantha, believed I was born a liar. Because she was deceived by my father's sweet words in her youth and abandoned after giving birth to me and my sister, Mia, she harbored a deep, bitter hatred for lies. She begged a witch for two magic rings. The rule was simple: if the wearer lied, the ring would glow red and burn them with magic. Mia's ring never hurt her, even when she broke a vase and blamed it on me. But if I simply said, "I'm thirsty," my ring would sear my flesh until I screamed. At first, I tried to defend myself, but Mom would just say, "The ring doesn't lie. Only through repeated punishment can your wicked soul be cleansed." After thousands of burns, even I started t

“You’re about to give it what it wants.” “And what is that?” “Hierarchy.” The executor raised her weapon again. “Continuity must be enforced.” Arden stepped forward suddenly. “Then enforce this,” he shouted. He grabbed another fragment from the ground. It flared instantly. Blue. Not red. Everyone froze. Including Kane. The executor’s visor flickered violently. “Secondary authorization detected,” she said. My father stared at Arden. “Where did you—” “I didn’t think,” Arden said breathlessly.

With absolute precision her fingers typed out a single definitive command: Project Genesis: Execute Kill Switch. She hit send. The screen flashed a single word in crimson text: CONFIRMED. Vivienne closed the phone a slow dangerous smile finally breaking through the shadows of her face as she stared into the dark.