Okay. My first fanfic... Oh dear God, I'm afraid. Well, I do have another fanfic on Saiyan Werewolf's account... but I'm nervous because Project X will be reading this, and I'm not as good as her. So, um, *Laughs nervously* T-This is an alternate ending to one of Project X's fanfics, and I hope you like it...

Disclaimer: I don't own RE, and Project X owns her OCs.

*Breaths* Here we go... and this will be in Reaper's POV.

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There is no way I'd let Wesker hurt the people I care about. As I motion my sword towards him, I grip the handle with both my hands. I took a small breath, as a small wind blew through my hair. I wasn't afraid; I was angry.

I understand now why I was called Reaper.

He chuckled; "Are you just going to stand there? I was expecting much more out of you."

What was I going to do? Attack? True, I was angry, but I had to think this out first. I had to make sure he wouldn't just get the better of me, or let him kill me...

I gripped my sword tightly, and came back at him;

"I was expecting more out of you." I shot back, as I eyed him carefully.

He raised a brow at my cocky tone, but ignored it. I brought the blade closer to where I could control it better, and prepared myself. I didn't even care if I was a Chosen or not, but apparently Wesker did care. I didn't even care if I died... I shook my head. I couldn't die. Not now, not yet. I have to at least live for now.

"Are you going to make a move, or will I?" Wesker asked with annoyance in his tone.

Don't let him overpower you...

A growl rumbled in my throat, as I charged at him with my blade. As I charged, he dodged it, and was now behind me. He let out an amused chuckle, as I swung around with my sword, targeted at his throat. Wesker did a backflip, and landed squarely on his feet.

Damn, hes fast...

I growled in annoyance; he was only going to dodge my attacks. It really doesn't surprise me.

Wesker made a fake yawn, as if he were bored.

"Really, is that the best you can do?" Wesker said with a taunting tone.

"Your just evading me." I say, drawing my blade close to me.

Wesker sorta shrugged, and came at me before I could even blink. I wasn't ready though, and he pushed me down to the ground. My sword fell out of my grasp, only a few inches away from me. I reach for it, and quickly scramble to my feet. The next thing I know, I'm already slashing at Wesker; hoping to at least cut him. He does another flip, and rubs his face. A trickle of blood slowly pours down his face.

"Your not going to quit, are you? Surely you can give more..." he says, taking a step forward.

I wish I could. Hes too damn fast for me to even get close. Wesker quickens his pace towards me, and I raise my blade up to his throat; at the exact moment he comes into range of me slashing at him.

His eyes flash crimson behind those midnight shades, and raises his right hand to touch the blade thats already slowly seeping into his flesh. My heart is racing, I am afraid of his upcoming actions.

I don't know what to do at this point... slash him? Or lower the blade? I blink, as Wesker grips the blade, and before I can attack, he pushes me to the ground, with my sword in his grasp.

He tosses the sword up, and grabs the handle. I try to scramble onto my feet, but he already has the blade to my throat. I stare into eyes, as they flash with crimson.

"You are Worthy."

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Alright, I know it was short. I was actually quivering when writing this.

Saiyan Werewolf: Why?

Because PX is an amazing author, and I'm nothing compared to her.

Saiyan Werewolf: True, she does put you to shame in every way. I love her work too.

T-T *Goes into emo corner*

Saiyan Werewolf: I hope you enjoyed his work.

Me too... I'm sorry if I got Reaper out of character... and I hoped you liked this short one-shot.