Author's note: Alrighty, This is my current obsessed couple as of now and it's sad I couldn't really find a story with this paring. D: So I'm going to try my best to write one myself and hopefully it will turn out well even if this is just a one-shot. I had gotten this idea when I was playing Re5 and couldn't help but think of Wesker and Sheva as a couple since Sheva is now my favorite character and Wesker is...well to simply put it, sexy as all hell. So Sheva deserves some Wesker lovin. :D
Anyway, going back on topic, this is what I wanted to happen in the game but since I'm too much of a pervert and the game would be a bit strange that way, My idea will remain here. Well enjoy. ^_^ Slight warning, cursing and sexual activity are involved with this story tis why it is rated mature so please do not flame that the pairing will never be or how disgusting it is, so please be respectful to my ideas. I know of the ages of the characters and I understand the difference but I still support it based on my own reasons so please do not review bashing these couples and rooting for your own. We all have our own opinion. I just so happen to support the weird pairs. Haha. ^-^ Thank you.
Disclaimer: RE5 isn't mine. Sadly it never will.
"Whenever I cried he would always make me feel like he would change the world if he could so it couldn't hurt me anymore. But now I'm crying and he's not here." - Love quote.
Monster
Maybe it was the chains.
Too tight around her wrists, the struggle almost unbearable to contain a grunt or cry of pain. After being kidnapped by the infected henchmen of Africa the only way to stop her struggle for freedom was to bound her in chains. Chris hadn't noticed at all. He couldn't be blamed; it was her own damn fault for taking on such a womanly role of getting captured. They were partners; he would save her and get her out of this lousy mess she had gotten herself into. That was if he could find her, hell she didn't even know where she was so it was very slim Chris did either. Maybe it was the constant drip drip dripping in the room, driving the African women mad in her still struggle. Unable to shake her falling hair from her face, to break free of the tightening chains and save herself. Being kept like this it made her feel like wanting to die. Yet she would wait for Chris, after all he was the hero of this story.
Sheva Alomar was considered a side kick to this quest not the damned damsel in distress as she had felt at the moment. The African beauty groaned as she stirred her body from the wall at her back, aching from sharp rocks that had pinned through her skin. After Chris and herself had saved Jill, they led their focus to Wesker and then she had to go and get herself captured. It was entirely her fault, being in shock of the stun rod that had beaten her back, it was clear to be a cheap shot and a finishing blow leading to her capture. Which made it all worse to be bound to a sharp wall in a darkened cave it seems. Sheva gave a weak grunt of pain as she steadied herself from the wall.
A sense of light had hit her beaten body and the hazel eyes looked up to the God sent gift. Frozen in place as her heart began to race, she wiggled in her chains to act as another attempt to escape, steady footsteps acted towards her, the light slowly dimming as the figure drew near to her. Damn, The African soldier cursed to herself as the man who had started her entire situation stood before her. First action he held was a smirk. "I didn't expect to see you here; I thought you had enough experience and common sense to not be easily captured." The monotone voice came from the black clashed man, looking face to face with Sheva. She wanted to spit in his face or even stab him in the remainder of what was left of his heart. The silver rusted chains viciously jingled as Sheva urged herself toward the man. "Kill me now," The hazel eyed girl dared, "Isn't that what you wish?"
The sunglasses of the man reflected Sheva's expression; it was pathetic to know her as a soldier since it was an honor to die in battle than in suffering. "What kind of soldier are you if you're begged to be killed? And what of Chris, You'd be letting him down." It was obvious that Sheva held deep feelings for her partner, it she managed to live through this journey, and she would have hoped to tell the eldest Redfield of her feelings but Jill Valentine could have shattered that chance when the two had saved her. "Chris will kill you; He doesn't need me to end your sad attempt for world domination." The beaten tanned beauty spoke, her blood boiling as she stared the man of Albert Wesker right in the face. The bastard was sick in her eyes, discarding all his followers in his attempt to reshape this world as his own, even kill the women who had fallen in love with him. "Now why so bitter Sheva? I'm letting you live and this is how you treat me? How disrespectful." The blond aged man spoke in his annoyed monotone voice, fiercely hitting the African women in the stomach with his dominating inhuman strength.
Sheva lurched over Wesker's shoulder, out of breath and spilling blood from her lips, her hazel eyes wide with shock and aching pain. "Now I really don't want to hurt you, maybe you could even be useful to me." The black cloaked man titled his head as he whispered in Sheva's ear, "You must behave yourself." It was silent as the African women panted as she lifted her head, speaking loud in clear in Wesker's ear as well. "My life has been hell enough, I don't need you to turn me into your little puppet, I dance for no madman." Wesker laughed and back from Sheva with spread arms, his blocked eyes glowered of bitter red venom. "Only for that bastard Chris right? Tell me, Why do you lower yourself to be good to him when you know quite well that its not worth it?" That was another punch, aimed for her heart.
"He's my partner, you wouldn't know of our bond," The brunette hesitated, her eyes scattering to the cave's floor. "Ah yes, A bond between partners is so cliché," Wesker spoke, removing the sunglasses from his eyes to show the pulsing red color that held his eyes, which remained still locked on Sheva. "Enough of the small talk, I grow bored of your pathetic whims of that filth you hold so dear." The darkened sunglasses were placed back onto the slicked back blonde's face as he moved at an inhuman speed to the hazel eyed beauty. "I want to change the world for the best, you have no idea what kind of offer you have regretted my dear." Wesker spoke as he lightly kissed Sheva's neck. Sheva gasped, in shock of the actions of the man that wanted her dead, wanted her to suffer for being associated with his nemesis. "Don't touch me!" The chains rang it's light sound as the slender figure of the brunette was pushed against Wesker's. "Just kill me already!" The dominating blond removed his lips. "You know, it doesn't necessarily help if you struggle."
Maybe it was Chris.
It was he to be blamed that her feelings were twisted like this or the fact that she was not to be bothered as a thought in his head. Maybe she wouldn't be saved and the brunette holding her heart had escaped with Jill from Africa. Sheva couldn't stop thinking of that, she didn't want to. Anything was better than concentrating on the cold gloved touch of the God like human's chilling fingertips against her bare belly. "Please...just kill me now." She struggled to say, almost wanting to cry if she were to be sexually tortured by Wesker. If it was anyone one of his goons or workers then it would be less painful but for it to Chris's nemesis it made her want to be killed on the spot. "You're like porcelain, So beautiful It would be such a pity if you were to break." Sheva didn't know whether to take that as a compliment from the man that kept her bound, his gloved hand holding her throat in his grip against the wall, the other hand caressing her cheek.
Sheva would admit, she was truly scared of Wesker, he was definitely stronger then her which gave him the advantage to dominate her easily. With that strength, he could break her as his words had spoken. "Chris is blind but I can see easily, you love him." Wesker said bitterly as he tightened the grip on the throat of his nemesis's partner, Sheva choked out for breath, his hazel eyes wide in panic. "I wonder how he would feel if I broken the only thing he has left." The madman trailed off, drawing his ghostly face closer, his lips locked on Sheva's. The chains rustled eagerly, Sheva struggled for the touch to break. This wasn't right at all. Chris was supposed to give her this kiss, the day would have been saved and a goodbye kiss would be his parting gift as he would return back to America. It was all ruined now.
The tongue of the madman was struck between the lips that Sheva held tightly shut; if she didn't want him willing then it would go by force. Either way Wesker would have her. The tanned agent shivered as she felt the slimy tongue of Wesker against her own, she felt so disgusting. The body of the blond was pushed roughly against her thin slender figure, the rocks pricking the skin of her back again. The aching pain weakening the beaten African beauty as Wesker slid his gloved hand up the purple top that was tied against Sheva; slowly the fabric began to tear. The silver chains rustled eagerly as the man had felt his way to the breast that was bare. "My, such a naughty girl, certainly holding no boundaries for yourself, were you hoping to get lucky on this mission?" Wesker said as he slid his tongue from Sheva's mouth.
It was Africa, The heat made it unbearable for anyone to handle it's weather, a bra would only pain her and annoy her on the journey. Besides, her partner was too thick to notice her in a sexual way on their journey. "Fuck you." Sheva cursed with angered hazel eyes, squirming at Wesker's harsh touch of her bare skin. The blinded madman smirked, within a swift movement of his hand, the shirt was torn and the plump tanned breasts of the agent were visible, slightly erected by his harsh touch not too long ago and the cold air that rushed through the cave. "Watch your tongue dear, you're in the presence of a God." Wesker spoke and bent his body so his face was at Sheva's breasts; his tongue slithered out once more as he rolled his tongue over one of the bare breasts as the other was in his grip, squeezing tightly.
Sheva yelped and shivered, her head leaning back against the curvy stone wall at her back as Wesker began to tease her. Maybe he enjoyed paining others and toying with his victims. The bastard was sick and twisted in that way so it brought Sheva to no surprise. A struggling moan came from her lips and the African beauty couldn't believe her actions, even Wesker's eyes flickered up to see her expression, not quite expecting that kind of reaction from her. The red eyes of the blond seemed to mock her, as if she could sense the smirk on his lips. The tribal tattoo at her shoulder seem to insult her as well, Shujaa was gracefully placed in the center of the design, means warrior and hero. What warrior was she accepting this pleasure? What hero could she be if she couldn't save herself more or less anyone else? "Wesker...Stop..." The African agent begged, her body struggling under the sexual pleasure that made her body throb for more. The wanting to pull his hair and curse bloody murder at the man came to mind but maybe the sick bastard would enjoy that too much.
Maybe it was Wesker.
The dark beast of a man had brought this on her. He couldn't have just granted her the last request that had slipped her lips, all she wanted was a quick kill and he would be done with her. He was a monster bent on killing the world's population with a deadly foreign virus, no needing for anyone but himself, a heart was doubted to be left beating in his cold inhuman body. "I'll..." Sheva struggled with teeth gritted shut. "I'll kill you if you don't stop!" This made Wesker pause and withdraw his tongue as he stood up fully to measure himself to the agent. "How do you expect to do that?" He questioned for the girl was in chains and bound to the inner wall of a cave, no weapon to be hidden on her to attack with if she could break free. "I..." Sheva trailed off, her hazel eyes scattering at her surroundings. "I..." Exactly what he had thought to be her answer. "You have no chance at all." The sunglasses were pushed back to the top of his face as they slid down, a clear frown on the lips of the blond. The dripping in the cave was still, slowly dripping once then awaited to drop within another second or two. It still drove Sheva mad. The thoughts still buzzed about Chris, of where he was and wondering if he was on the way to rescue her. "Don't bother with doubtful thoughts, You see, that is what makes all you humans the same." Wesker said angrily, as if reading the girl's mind, tearing at the buttons to Sheva's pants.
"You remain doubtful that things will turn out how you plan, that mere men can be shaped into heroes by just a simple act." Sheva remained scared as bit by bit her clothes were disappearing from her tanned body. Then in an instant she was slapped. It was so sudden that the pain hesitated to erupt in her cheek that pulsed a red color. The African beauty turned her head, her face in paining shock, tears filling her hazel eyes as she forbid herself to cry in front of the dominating madman. "How dare you, to believe such nonsense."
She held no room to speak anymore, scared of another hit to her aching body, her head lowered so her bits of sand brown hair would shade her face that was hurting. It was so easy to give up in this situation, allowing Wesker to tear the fabric of her pants to leave her in her underwear which was torn with ease like her shirt had been. "Mmm, It seems through your cries, you actually are enjoying this." Wesker spoke as he saw the white liquid that was leaking from her tanned entrance. Without warning, he pushed a gloved digit into the entrance, harshly penetrating the African beauty. Sheva shouted in pain, shutting her eyes tightly as her teeth remained gritted as she took in the penetration. "Bastard..." Sheva breathed, light moans edging from her bitten lips. Wesker chuckled as he entered his tongue next with his thrusting digits.
It was too much fun for him to toy with the young girl and it seemed by the tightness she held that she was still a virgin and that made things a whole lot interesting to the aged man. The brown hair shook upon the head of the young women who was stripped bare, forcing again the moans that tried to escape her wouldn't allow herself to enjoy this, it was all wrong. The digits were removed from Sheva's entrance; the gloved digits covered in white coloring, pre cum. Wesker gripped the hips of Sheva, holding her still as his dug his tongue deeper inside her, edging along her inner walls. "Wesker!" Sheva shouted as she arched her neck along the rocky wall, the chains lightly jiggling as she squirmed but was kept still by Wesker's demanding grip. Surely bruises would appear at her hips; the man was so demanding but knew how to get what he wanted. Damn him. "W-Wesker...Please stop...please!" Knowing begging would get her nowhere; she was sure Wesker enjoyed her begging but gave her no pity in return to stop himself.
His heart was empty.
Seeing himself as a beast like others did but that didn't stop his ego from growing to the image of himself as a God. Taking any chance to kill or act to get his way to lead himself on the path to become God like. Now with a plan laid out and the world at his fingertips nothing would make him stop. So what made Chris's little friend any different? Nothing, She was similar to the rest. Seeing him as evil when he was just trying to keep order and chaos and banish all thoughts of good and evil knowing them to not exist. God, It had been long since he pleasured a women too. So when would the chance come up when Chris's partner would be chained up for his pleasure? Chances like this would fade like world domination. Luckily he held both and he wasn't giving either up for anything. Sheva was truly beautiful, such a thing he wanted to destroy bit by bit. Although she meant close to nothing in his eyes she was still a pretty useful plaything, a rag doll under his control. Besides, when would Chris ever give a damn to the African beauty? He would make his mark on both, using Sheva's body to bruise. The blond would have Sheva for his own for the time being.
Sheva arching her back to give into his pleasuring as she panted in soft whimpers and moans, her flow pouring out as she moaned loudly his name in bitter remorse. Wesker smirked and licked the cum from Sheva's well shaved entrance. "Such a good girl," The madman comment as he chuckled and licked his lips of any remaining juices. The chains were lowered and Sheva fell to her knees bounded still, breathing heavy and weakly. Wesker unbuttoned his pants as he pulled down the boxers straining his erection, Sheva forced in front of it as the chains were tugged. The agent grunted as she opened her mouth sadly and began to suck, her hair having a hand flow through it, holding the back of her head roughly as it was pushed to force her to take more of the erection in her mouth. To the point where she was near gagging on the penis, Sheva felt disgusted with herself as her tongue flicked around the stick in her mouth, as well as tasting the balls of the madmen.
A deep throated moan was heard, God it had truly been too long for Wesker. it was strange to hear the sound, for Wesker had no emotion to anything or anyone, the madmen felt no need for it. The African beauty continued to suck as she was forced, in her mind to think it as Chris instead of his nemesis, to pleasure the one she loved instead of the madman that made her blood boil. "Suck harder dear, we shall not waste a moment." Wesker spoke as the chains were pulled, the metal roughly pressuring Sheva's bound wrists and she grunted in pain as the erection was moving swiftly in her wet mouth. Her head bobbing up and down quickly as she was told to do, the chains rattling at the speed she remained at. Grunts and soft moaning left Wesker's mouth and Sheva still couldn't believe her ears; eyes shut to imagine the strong handsome Chris Redfield, dominating her and wanting it to be his aching moans and beg to have her suck him off. "Sheva..." She could almost hear his voice moaning her name, begging for more of her, to feel her and kiss her roughly. Instead it remained as Wesker strangely moaning her name as his gloved hand held her head as he thrusted into her mouth. "Fuck..." The madmen grunted as he gritted his teeth and thrusted one last time as he came into the agent's mouth. Sheva forced herself to swallow the massive load that filled her mouth, gagging at the salty taste as she pulled back, letting the erection slid from her mouth as she began to cough.
It hurt, She could feel her heart ache.
In another swift motion, Sheva was slammed into the curved stone wall, whimpering in pain as Wesker slammed his body against hers. "Now to finish this my dear." The blond madman said as he roughly thrusted into the African's entrance. Sheva bit her lip as she screamed bloody murder in her head, the pain of the thrust tearing her body into unspeakable pain. Wesker kept his gloved grip on both of the bound wrists of the young girl, holding her against the wall as he repeatedly thrusted into her. Whimpers of pain were let loose into his ear as Sheva rested her chin over his broad strong shoulder, the back of her head slowly leaking blood as if she could get any weaker."Say my name...say it." Wesker growled as penetrated the tanned beauty. Sheva turned her head as she bit her lips roughly, wanting to say no but didn't want to be hit again. "W-Wesker...Wesker!" She moaned to please him so he would stop his actions. The aged blond grunted as he got what he wanted yet again, his face buried into the brunette hair of the woman, panting slightly as he pushed himself against Sheva. She felt as if she couldn't breathe, his body was crushing her, no air really able to touch her lungs. "Wesker...you're...you're h-hurting me." Sheva spoke dryly, the tears finally let loose from her eyes; the wanting moans turning into pained whimpers and hesitant breathing.
He really didn't care about the African agent at all. She could be dying at the current moment and he wouldn't stop himself from getting the desire that he lusted so much for. What soldier was she if she couldn't take these kinds of things; Pain was the main thing to affect agents of her kind. He was sure she could take it, she had lasted this far through his process to pick the innocence from her like a weak flower. The blond grunted, the tightness of the girl making it harder for him to enter her. "Dammit, relax yourself; you're not making this easy for either of us." Sheva would have collapsed if it wasn't for Wesker holding her wrists; she felt weak and rested her chin on his shoulder she let her tears fall onto him. "P-please...It hurts...It hurts..." Still he ignored and slowly and successfully it became easier to pleasure him. Giving a loud moan as a ego boosting success, Wesker thrusted easily into Sheva, ignoring her painful cries and now soft moans. "Wesker...I..."
It was like dying, she just couldn't cope.
"Albert..." The soft whisper came and it felt different this time to say his first name, the tanned agent nuzzled his clothed shoulder, trying to find any source of comfort from this pain. At last the pain was broken as the madman tightened his grip on Sheva's bound wrists, grunting roughly. "Sheva..." Her name rolled off his tongue with ease as the flow from his throbbing erection entered her body. Sheva shivered and gasped as the cold wetness was dripping from inside. She stopped her weak struggle as her body fell into Wesker's, just wanting to rest and hopefully die in her sleep, no rescue to play it's part. Chris would never come for her, it was over. Her head was softly pushed back into the rough rocky wall, a gloved hand stroking her cheek lightly, the tears still falling from her broken hazel eyes as she looked up to the crazed madman. "Are you happy now?" Sheva begged, seeing as he took every bit of innocence she had left and he frankly wouldn't have given a damn. "A God is never fully content in his actions." Wesker responded in monotone as pulled away from her and redressed himself, adjusting his sunglasses. "You are not a God or even a human," Sheva argued as she was crying still in her broken state. "You're a monster." That was one he never heard before, a monster? Surely her words couldn't break him. "You're so naive," Wesker stated and stared down at the body that had collapsed on itself on the dirty ground. "You do not understand my ways for your mind is weakened of the thoughts of good and evil when no such logic exists." Sheva panted as she raised her gaze, hugging her trembling bare body. "I believe in love and hate." Wesker rolled his golden pleased eyes behind his sunglasses.
"Let me guess, you hate me?" The agent shook her head as she held her paining body. "No, I don't." Wesker then frowned, what was wrong with this girl, was she stupid? "You truly are naive if you're able to forgive me and ignore such a grudge." Sheva gave a weak laugh, leaning her head against the cool jagged wall as she stared at the sparkling gemmed ceiling that closed the two in. "The price of being human I guess." Sheva answered and tried her hardest to smile at a time like this, her hazel eyes no longer able to cry for herself. "You're pathetic; you'll die here alone for your ridiculous emotions." At last he would let her die, what she was begging for this entire time. Her hair was sticking to the curves of her face based on the sweat that covered her body, her heartbeat still excited with the sense of fear and hope of dying. "Such a foolish girl." Wesker sighed and his footsteps snapped as he made his way to the African beauty. She was afraid; she was too weak to take another hit of his inhuman strength and just wanted to be left alone. The man lowered to his knees and in a quick action kissed her trembling lips. "How could I ever forgive myself for falling for someone so weak." Wesker spoke as he withdrew himself and show his golden eyes from behind the sliding sunglasses, no emotion on his face or in his eyes. Sheva's heart beat weakly as she reached out to touch his cheek, his gloved hand touching her hand as her touch met his inhuman face.
Maybe it was just her.
The way she acted, the way she felt right now. "Why do you do this?" She asked, curious as to why he could fall for her when he knew nothing about her. "All in strategy my dear." Wesker spoke and left the tanned girl confused. Strategy? "Whatever you do, do not tell you love me." The blond spoke in monotone as he drew his face back from Sheva's touch and stood up to push his glasses to shield his face. "Hate me, Fear me, just don't feel weakness for me." Sheva sighed and tried to smile again, raising an eyebrow teasingly. "Weakness is just another cliché, right?" The price of being human as she had said earlier. "Right, you're a smart girl Sheva." Wesker chuckled as he pulled out a capsule, injecting himself with a serum as he gritted his teeth. "For Uroboros." Sheva mumbled as she stared at the capsule that was discarded to the dirt. "Yes my dear, Uroboros, The start of a new world and an end to the old." Wesker spoke before swaggering away into the darkness with hesitating to leave the girl behind. After a while of remaining in the darkness, the light had returned to her, a similar voice filling the dark cave. "Sheva? Sheva!" The bare naked agent looked up, her hazel eyes amazed at the sight of the male. She lifted her body from the dirty ground and ran into the arms of her partner. "Sheva I-" The buffed brunette began before the African girl kissed his lips eagerly, finding no taste of dead emotion like she had kissing Wesker instead it was a warm wet soft taste that she had wanted from the beginning. She pulled away with a smile at her lips, her arms remaining around the male. "I knew you would come for me, I didn't doubt you for a second."
Chris Redfield smiled back as his large arms held the fragile girl against him. "I'm glad, but why exactly are you naked?" The American agent wondered as he stared at Sheva with wandering eyes. "You pervert!" Sheva smiled her pearly whites as she playfully hit Chris. "It was Wesker, he...well..." Sheva's hazel eyes wandered but Chris's playfully grin faded quickly into a frown, his arms lowering from Sheva's bare body. "I'll kill the bastard! That monster had the nerve to touch you and leave you like this!" The African beauty hugged Chris as she placed her head against his broad chest, breathing in his comforting scent. "Please don't call him that." She mumbled, not wanting to hear the word monster come from Chris's lips as it did her's earlier. "Why not? After all he's done, first Jill and now you! That man is truly a monster." The eldest Redfield growled as he paced around the dark cave, holding his hands in his ruffled hair as he tried to manage his anger. The female agent sighed, It was always about Jill, at least with Wesker the attention was actually focused on her. Then again Sheva began to think that maybe it was Jill. The now blonde gal that held Chris's attention from the start had ruined practically everything for her, with Chris but maybe not for the madman running this show.
Maybe she should have taken Wesker's offer.
False feelings were all that was necessary and to show of no weakness and the injection of the Uroboros. The African beauty began to cough harshly, her thoughts interrupted as blood was flowing to her cupped hands. Hazel eyes widened as her skin grew pale; the hand of her's shaking wildly. "Chris..." Sheva spoke breathless, that last kiss. The agent held her stomach as it pained her. "I think I'm...infected." The bastard wouldn't-he couldn't have. Sheva groaned in pain as she collapsed bare to the dirt in a weak state, Chris running to her aid. "Sheva? Sheva! Hold on." The brunet told her but she wouldn't last long enough to live on, to see Wesker again. "All in strategy my dear." Wesker's voice rang in her head as she grunted through her gritted teeth, her heart racing and her head pounding of dying thoughts. The hazel eyes of the kind African beauty were fading to red as she looked to Chris with gritted teeth. "Chris..." She begged as her body grew with anger, the dazzling pearly whites shaping before him. "Sheva no..." The Redfield spoke as he held the brunette in his arms, begging her to turn into one of them, one like Wesker.
She had bitten him, just a small bite. Just enough to kill him was all, seeing this transformation Wesker had given her as an opportunity that she had taken. Bloodied lips and the sound of the constant drip remained in her company as she wiped her lips and looked down in pity at the broken body of her deceased partner. Lowering herself to plant a kiss on his dead cold lips as she slid his wide fearful eyes closed. It was the same, a kiss passed to infect another to prove a point and guide a new path and end an old. Breaking the chains that held her body within the cave with ease. Sheva raised herself as she escaped the cave bear, no need for a weapon at Chris's corpse for she had a new strength. Uroboros.
She should thank Wesker for the gift, thinking he had meant to truly kill her. Huh, maybe the old bastard really had feelings after all. Sheva had to laugh at herself for that thought, knowing the madman to care only of himself deep down and upon the surface. As for Chris, Well he wasn't of any worth anymore, the thoughts of Jill slowing him down to the end of his journey and his life. Besides, Wesker had good intentions even if he were to kill the agent that would follow him. I guess that made her a monster too. Since she had given Chris the kiss of betrayal, she had chosen the bad guy over the hero. A rather twisted story, the way to plan out a bump in the way to try and save the world. So she did follow after him, finding him to be in a type of lab which held the strange flowers she had seen throughout her journey.
"You killed Chris? Aw, such a pity, I didn't get to have my fun but I guess playtime was of no worth of my time." The blond sighed and Sheva turned to him with a frown, no emotion left in her body. "You infected me; you forced me to do it." Sheva spoke to the man, the red eyes almost sad at the thought of her partner that held no fight against her as he was killed. "Yes but I felt the need to pay you back after you let me play around with you." Wesker spoke as he laughed and turned to Sheva at a tilted angle. "My dear, you have become very useful." Another kiss was given but it tasted bittersweet and Sheva wasn't the same weak girl she had remembered to be.
No, she was now a monster.
Well...What do you think? :D Please review.