When the Sun Goes Down - Rayna

Wayne despised blood.
Blood had always horrified him. As a kid he would faint every time he had gotten hurt; not from the pain or the fatigue but from the sight of it. There was a damn good reason that Wayne’s brain was being used for numbers and machines and not for anything surgical in terms of bodies. More than the horrible thought that he now had to drink blood to survive, it was utterly, insanely terrifying that it made him feel so god damn good.
As a human he had appreciated and even liked good food of course but essentially it had been something to keep him alive and not necessarily a grand pleasurable thing like some other people experienced when eating; he could easily go long without the need for food and only have eaten when his body signaled that in fact, he needed nutrients like a machine would need oil or electric currents to keep going. This was an entirely different feeling of wholeness and strength after he had consumed his ‘meal’. Now he felt controlled by hunger. What a wildly scary thing!

And so; Anthony Wayne had in this bubble of utter misery that his new life had proven to be - and amidst his worsening paranoia that the Umbrella Corporation would get to him before he would get to them - decided that the only possible way he could live with himself would be to avenge this pain he felt so heavily in his non-beating heart. Anything to feel at least a little bit alive.
It had been so embarrassingly easy to get in. He knew the system as it had been built around some of his own engineering and bypassing his own, slightly modified security systems had been a piece of cake. He was suddenly more patient than before; willing to close his eyes if he hit a block. Also it was like his “powers” had reacted strongly to his transformation; a lot stronger in fact than they had when he had been a werewolf. Machine spoke to him more clearly than before and he didn’t even have to always physically get to the core of the mechanisms but could push little switches almost as with magic. Door would now open simply if he wished for it and told it to bend at his will.

Rayna’s office had always been a no-zone. He had obviously not had any sort of clearance for it when he had worked there and had stupidly enough never wanted to either. Her security had been different than the other areas and it had taken him longer to clock exactly what was going on before it had opened to him regardless. Perhaps it had been magic; it wouldn’t have surprised him, but then Alicia had called him immune and so in his clouded mind he decided that obviously that immunity had allowed him access to the office space.
Grand and intimidatingly sharp, the office shone of power. An atmosphere that made him even more angry by the second.  
He had stolen the gun from Maya’s mums house. An accidental discovery upon snooping around in his boredom and he had gone out earlier in the evening to get iron and silver bullets. Who would have known that ships specialized so eagerly in selling ammunition that would weaken different species?

Wayne had sat himself down in her office chair, face burning from all the unjust and anger he felt towards this one person who not only had allowed and encouraged all the harm to not just him but countless others; she had also spawned a daughter every bit as heartless and evil and capable of such horrible things. To terrible to even speak of. And he felt it all so heavily; so many emotions and so much pain that he could have been without.
He could hear the small beeps from someone entering the code on the door or beeping their card on the little machine and he knew that this was it. He could die today and he hardly cared. He nearly couldn’t face her when she came through the door, and immediately raised the gun pointing towards her slim figure; his eyes were stinging from the tears that pressured behind them. “I did everything for you,” he whispered hoarsely, his voice breaking dangerously. “Everything! And you take my life away like this?!” He felt so much pain. Oh and he wish that it would all just stop. Maybe … just maybe it would make him feel better in a second.
Wayne pushed the trigger.
He had never fired a gun before in his whole life and the loud snap from the shot made him flinch in surprise and close his eyes shut tightly, still holding the gun in a straight arm, pointing wherever Rayna had stood. He knew that if he had missed she would kill him. He would die. But would that really be so bad after all?