Wesker's daughter

Previously in Wesker's Daughter:

"It's magnificent," Wesker sighed when the Tyrant smashed through the glass and impaled him. "Daddy/Wesker!" Chris and I screamed as the Tyrant tossed him aside before turning to us. Seeing Wesker, my father, my Daddy, laying on the ground, unmoving something snapped inside me, and my virus roared in my veins as I let out a blood-curdling screech, "DADDY!"

Now:

Aconite's Scream turned into a wail as whips of black and red mist rose from her body. The Tyrant ignored her, looking to Chris, perceiving him to be the more significant threat.

Aconite rushed past the Tyrant to Wesker and pulled him into her arms.

"Daddy! Daddy, wake up! Please wake up! You can't leave me!" Aconite pleaded as she shook him.

"L...Little Star?" Wesker groaned, cracking open his eyes. "Daddy! Oh, Daddy stay with me, I'll get some herbs!" Aconite said when Wesker shook his head gently, raising his hand to her face to cup her cheek.

"It's too late for me, Little Star. Go with them, live for me. I'm sorry I hurt you." Wesker said, looking into his daughter's beautiful green and red eyes.

"Don't say that, Daddy! I'm not leaving you!" Aconite hissed as Wesker closed his eyes, his hand falling from her face as he stopped breathing. "Daddy?" she whispered, "No, no, you can't die! Daddy? Daddy! Daddy!!" Aconite wailed, burying her head in his chest.

"I promise Daddy; I'll live." She swore before gently laying him down and standing, the black/red mist pouring from her now.

Unknown to Aconite, her red eye began to glow like the sun as the pupil became a cat-like slit. Looking at the Tyrant who had cornered Chris, a growl reverberated deep in her chest.

"Oi, asshole, get away from him," she commanded as she began to approach the Tyrant.

Chris watched from the corner of his eye while dodging the Tyrant as Aconite tried to help Wesker. 

It was Aconite's wail that told him of his captain/lover's death when he heard Aconite speak in a voice he'd never heard from her before. 

"Oi, asshole, get away from him," she commanded, and Chris saw her ruby eye was now cat-like and glowing with frightful intensity. 

What horrified him, however, was the mist surrounding her body taking the shape of a skull, as if the Reaper had overtaken her.

The Tyrant, sensing the danger most likely, turned to Aconite and growled, raising its claw to ward her off.

She ignored the treat and raised her own hand, the mist surrounding her, focusing on her hand and transforming it into a wicked blade. 

Chris started at the blade in awe; it was as long as she was tall and looked like it was meant to inflict pain. 

"You killed my father; now you try to kill my brother? How dare you." Aconite growled as she raised her blade arm. 

The Tyrant rushed her only to be blocked by the blade when Aconite ordered, "Chris, Rebecca, go find Jill and get out of here." 

"But Nite," Chris began when the Tyrant threw her into the glass tanks beside him.

"Go, I'll be okay, I promised Daddy I'd live," she assured as her right arm, the one that wasn't a blade, turned into a shield.

Chris and Rebecca lingered until they heard a loud "GO" before leaving the lab. 

"Just you and me bitch." Aconite taunted as she raised her shield. 

Chris, Jill, and Rebecca stared at the roof door waiting for Aconite as Brad and Barry circled overhead. 

"Come on, sis," Chris pleaded when Aconite flew out the door with the Tyrant on her heels. 

"I'll distract it, you find a way to kill it!" she yelled, and the three sprang into action. When Chris finally got his hands on a rocket and ordered Aconite to get clear, she gracefully performed a series of backflips to stand beside him.

Seeing the Tyrant explode made her smirk as she began climbing the ladder to the helicopter. Sitting beside Rebecca and Jill, she watched as the mansion was blown sky high, a bloody tear rolling down her face.

"Goodbye Daddy, I'm sorry for how this ended," she whispered as Rebecca pulled her into a one-armed hug. 

"It'll be okay," she promised as Aconite wiped the tear away.

"I know it'll be hard, but I'll manage." Aconite smiled, and Chris spoke up, "You can stay with me at my place, sis. Your school work?"

"Just need to finish my current classes, my last language classes." 

"How many languages did he have you learning again?" Jill asked, and Aconite groaned. 

"I'll be finished with all of them after this, but I now know and can speak almost fluently: Latin, Swahili, Russian, Mandarin, Italian, Irish, French, Spanish, Japanese, and Chinese."

Chris whistled at the list and shook his head. "So aside from English, you speak ten other languages? You don't plan to add to that, do you?" 

"Not currently, though I must admit I have thought about looking into Dutch. However, I decided against it as I honestly don't want to deal with another language class." She said, causing them to laugh.