Author's Note: This is is a short fic that I wrote at school in biology class. Man, I just couldn't pay attention xD I was inspired by the different trailers of Resident Evil 5, in where Chris and Wesker were seen fighting time after time. This is what I have imagined that would happen; you know, make it an epic fight between them, their last one. This will evoke a lot of scenes and lines from the trailers, so you will be familiar with them. Also! I didn't intend to imply JillxWesker in this one, but it depends on how you see it. I've noticed that, if you look from another point of view, you'll get what I'm talking about. I myself thought there was mild content xD But anyway, I wanted to share this story with you guys.

SPECIAL DEDICATION TO DIVINE ARION

Disclaimer: I do not own Resident Evil or any of its character (and I certainly wouldn't know what to do with them if I did xD)

Resident Evil: The Final Battle

He entered the room at a slow pace, followed closely by his partner. His brown eyes examined his surroundings carefully, his hand held his gun tightly and he paid close attention to the shadows. Anything could move around there, especially after all they had witnessed. The dim lighting cast shadows upon them, giving Chris an eerie countenance. Chris and Sheva stepped further into until they stood at the centre of the room. There was nothing, only silence.

The room had two exits to take: a set of stairs at the far right corner and another threshold that led to a dark corridor. The silence was not disturbed for a few seconds, time both took to think about which way to take until, unexpectedly, the room echoed with steps going down the staircase. When Chris and Sheva looked up in the sound's direction, he felt his heart skip a beat, his gaze fixed upon that person and, as rage bloomed inside him, a sensation of fear invaded him.

At the stairs, stood Albert Wesker.

Blond, slicked back hair, black uniform and a long trench coat and his always present shades. Chris was tired of seeing him everywhere he went, like a shadow following his human. Albert, noticing Chris' scowl, smirked.

"Our paths are meant to cross forever, aren't they…", He looked at Chris in an impassive way, until his voice gave away his hatred towards him, "…Chris?" Chris' scowl deepened as Albert reached the end of the staircase and kept advancing in a somewhat nonchalant way. Chris and Sheva held their gazes against Wesker's, which was full of disdain, but then he smirked again, "Why isn't Jill with you?"

Chris gasped, utterly surprised. How could he mention Jill with such a smile? That was the last straw. He grunted, clenching his teeth and his free hand. Noticing Sheva's inquiring look, he opened his fist, "She was my… last partner. She died a year ago… by his hand." His last words were full of hate, hate that had lived in his soul for more than he could remember. In the same moment Chris finished, Albert's smirk turned into a thin line and his brow furrowed.

"Just like you will die, Chris," he uttered venomously. Next thing, Albert was a blur. Both agents raised their weapons quickly, but they were still too slow to keep up with Wesker. When he appeared, he pushed Sheva away strongly and focused on Chris, whom he elbowed square in his chest and then sent a kick under his ribs. Chris caught his boot as he dropped his gun yet he still felt Albert's ankle dig into his flesh. Sheva aimed and fired at Albert's head but he impressively dodged the bullet. Chris was now pushed away as Sheva kept firing at Wesker. With two back flips, Albert landed beside her, twisted her arm and put one of his around her throat.

"Sheva!" Chris exclaimed. He stepped forward, Wesker on the contrary, and Chris drew out a concealed gun and aimed at his enemy, Sheva struggling to break free.

"Ah, ah! I wouldn't do that if I were you," Albert said softly yet evilly hinting. Sheva tried elbowing Wesker, but she was unable to.

"Let her go!"

Albert smiled, "Doesn't this remind you of something?" he asked. Chris raised his brow in shock, moment Sheva used to hit Albert in his face with the back of her head. Albert gave a slight stagger, Sheva turned around, Chris fetched his gun and both agents attacked. Sheva's boot went for Wesker's face; he blocked it and she instantly fired her gun. Still, Albert was able to move her hand away to the right side of his head. Chris imitated Sheva, but he missed again and, with another smirk, Albert twisted both of their arms. Their bodies touched, and Albert kicked them both in the stomach, sending them away. Two birds with one stone, he said to himself.

Chris coughed up blood and emitted a low groan. He was becoming frustrated: Wesker was making complete fun of him, he was using him as his toy. Albert watched him force himself up and he felt pleased with the 'show'. Finally, Chris was the one suffering. Driven by anger, he kicked Chris yet again with all his might; the Redfield rolled away and sprang to his feet with difficulty, wiping the corner of his mouth. Sheva stood up, stifling an exclamation. She was aching terribly, but now it was her best chance.

"It does remind me…" said Chris, panting, "And it also gives me the strength to continue and see you dead!" he shouted. Then, Chris saw Sheva appear beside Wesker; she jumped high and performed a spinning back kick. Surprisingly, Albert crouched and back-flipped from his position, sending Sheva away.

"No!" And Chris lunged at Wesker. The blond avoided Chris, but the Redfield turned around swiftly and, with a yell, delivered a haymaker move right in Albert's face. The blow got him and his shades fell, revealing his red gaze. There was an only scratch on his cheekbone, zone that had reddened.

"Not bad!" exclaimed Albert, seemingly thrilled.

"I'm glad I pleased you, you bastard!" hissed Chris, another scowl on his face.

"My, my, such harsh words," Albert teased evilly.

"Cut the crap!" snapped his enemy. Chris dared to step next to Sheva; he put one of her arms around his shoulders and lifted her up. Her temple was bleeding, so was her nose, but she quickly wiped it with her also bleeding hand.

"Are you okay?" Chris asked.

"Yeah, it's nothing," Sheva replied standing now on her own. Chris turned his face to Albert again and locked eyes with him. There was determination in Chris' face, desire to kill on Wesker's eyes. Shockingly enough, he hadn't tried to stop Chris from aiding Sheva.

"What it is that you fight for, Chris?" asked Wesker all of a sudden.

"To stop you and your madness, that's what I fight for." He replied. Albert appeared behind him, surrounding Chris' neck with one of his arms and twisting his other one behind his back.

"Sheva!" warned Chris before Wesker immobilised him. She backed away and stared at them.

"Every day," said Albert at his ear, "humans come one step closer to self destruction. I'm not destroying the world, Chris, I'm saving it!"

"Saving it?!" echoed Chris, not believing his ears, "You call killing innocents 'saving the world'?!" It's outrageous!, he thought as he pulled a face in pain.

Albert chuckled, something that sent a shiver down Chris' spine, "You won't win this fight, Chris, it's useless." Immediately after, Albert gripped Chris' wrist and made him spin as though it was some kind of dance, and kicked him for the last time. Chris smashed against the floor with a loud thud.

"Poor performance, indeed!" he said, placing himself next to Chris, "You're fighting for a lost cause and you know Jill died because of that." He taunted. Chris grunted again in annoyance and he couldn't restrain himself.

"Don't you ever say her name again!!" he screamed as he raised his leg and rammed his boot into Wesker's face again. He blocked the blow and skidded back. Next thing he felt Sheva's knee into his back, and he felt tempted to groan in pain. Albert swung his fist and hit Sheva in her face, knocking her out. One down, one to go, he thought going for Chris. Albert ran towards him, grabbed him by the collar and dragged him to the other side of the room, ramming him then against the wall. Chris groaned and the blow to the head he received left him stunned. Albert pinned him down.

"Things are getting real interesting, eh, Chris?" he panted, half-smiling. Chris coughed, breathless, and made the effort of escaping Wesker's grip but he only made Albert tighten his grip. With a scornful face, Wesker threw him away.

"I'll correct myself: Jill died because of you."

"Liar," spat Chris as he stood up, but he fell on one knee. He watched Wesker pace around him, feeling his piercing gaze.

"She was tired of fighting," continued Wesker, "You dragged her on every 'adventure' you went on or, even better, you forced her."

"NO! She was determined to stop you!" insisted Chris.

"You both were like my shadow, following me everywhere I went. And now, you have to bear with the consequences." Stated Albert, raising his voice. Chris couldn't take it anymore, and Albert knew it. Aside from physically, he wanted to make Chris suffer psychologically, and it was a pleasure to see him in that state.

On his end, Chris was at the verge of spilling a tear for the first time. It was impossible for Wesker to know about Jill's feelings; he had never been with them, he hadn't known Jill as long as Chris had.

"How can you know so much about her? You don't know anything about Jill!"

Albert laughed, making Chris seethe with anger, "And you do?!" Albert yelled back, "Don't make me laugh!"

Albert's words struck Chris and driven only by anger, he retrieved his gun from next to him. Knowing what he'd do, Albert drew out his, completely determined now to see a bullet pierce Chris' skull. In quick movements leaving black blurs behind him, Albert moved avoiding Chris' bullets as he emptied his cartridge, leaving only one bullet, a bullet especially reserved for him. Then, he appeared in front of Chris, and he felt the cold end of the gun's cannon touch his sweaty forehead. He was lost.

Chris' gun clicked: he was out of ammunition, and he certainly couldn't reload. Unable to do anything, Chris raised his gaze and locked it with Wesker's, who had his gloved finger ready to press the trigger. Chris knew he wouldn't make it out alive. His heart raced in his chest, and he showed Wesker his confidence, although he didn't feel so. I have to make it out of this. I need to see this through! Although Chris' determination was solid, it wasn't enough to convince him; in fact, nothing would. He would never see his mission completed.

Albert felt thrilled. The man he despised, he hated with all his might and the one he wanted to see dead was at his mercy. He had Chris Redfield in his grasp. His brown eyes were full of false confidence, Albert knew that; it was one of his faults. His plans would not be wrecked again.

It was time to end it.

"Time… to die, Chris!!"

A/N: Trailers leave a cliffhanger, I do too. Say, did you like this? I would appreciate comments ^^

But no flames, please.

-Chris