melworks

Gothopolis. Midtown. Midnight.
Moonlight shone through the slatted blinds of Mayor Harvey Wesker's office window, bathing the mayor's desk in silver light. It revealed an immaculate desk. Papers waiting for Mayor Wesker's review lay in a wooden tray, while documents he had already reviewed lay in another. There were no framed photos or tiny momentos to mar the perfection of Mayor Wesker's desk. It was empty. Clean. Flawless.
But it was that perfection that nagged at Harvey Wesker. Something about it felt wrong. Something he could not put his finger on, nagged at him.
But what?( Read more... )

Author's Notes:
I used to write fanfic. It's been ages since I did, but this has been percolating in the back of my brain for a while. Officially, I don't think this can count as fanfic. The Ouroboros Universe is a DC Comics Universe that is eating itself. DC's done similar stories, but I'm not writing about any of those characters. I'm just writing about the ones that pop into my head. So, not really fanfic, but sort of comic concept inspired? Eh. Whatever. Read. Enjoy. A hundred points if you can identify Mayor Wesker's constituent parts.