Sand Land

Chris A. Le

DISCLAIMER: I do not own RE.

Prologue

"Mr. Redfield. Never thought I'd see you again." Albert Wesker said tauntingly. Chris frowned, clenching his fists, "Did you think...when Umbrella disappeared...I would as well? Let me tell you something, Umbrella...was just a cover. Want to see what you've really been fighting all these years?" Wesker pulled off his shades, revealing his blood-red pupils, "The government." Chris's eyes widened.

"...That's impossible." Chris replied, shaking his head, "It's not true."

"Can you tell me...who you handed over to the government for safe-keeping in this incident? Miss Jill Valentine, right?" Wesker stepped aside, letting Chris view the area before him. He was in some sort of interrogation room, it was very simple. There was even a one-way mirror. But there, sitting before him, was Jill. Her face badly bruised and her body covered in scars. A piece of duct-tape kept her from speaking.

"You...son of a bitch!" Chris tried to lunge out of his chair, but the metal rings around his wrists and ankles kept him down.

"Don't worry...she's not dead. I thought it'd be more dramatic...if you died together." Wesker un-holstered a 9MM Handgun, aiming it at Jill, "It'd be even better if I could see the great Chris Redfield cry." He fired.

One

"What a spin you've taken." Edward Ames said jokingly as he circled Chris. Christopher Redfield, clad in his prison uniform, sat in Rockwall. A base used by the United States Government to contain criminals that had been sentenced to death, but had not truly been killed. These men were dangerous murderers, kept in Rockwall for various reasons. Experimentation was one of the main reasons. But Chris Redfield was kept for a different reason. Two years after the fall of Umbrella, Chris went lunatic. Claiming that Umbrella was still running, that the whole thing had been an extraordinary show. When a few men from the government tried to calm him, he killed them. Slaughtered them. Ripped them limb from limb. He was to receive the chair. But his hatred for Umbrella showed the government that he could be of further use. For operations against Albert Wesker, who had slipped through the government's hands and into safety. They planned to use Chris as some sort of suicide agent.

"A spin?" Chris asked, slightly delusional from the dose of drug they had given him.

"You were in the Airforce and the Raccoon City section of S.T.A.R.S. and now you're a cold-blooded killer."

"I'm...no...I'm no killer." Chris said slowly, glancing up at Edward.

"Ah, don't say that. We want you to be. Does the name Albert Wesker ring a bell?" Chris's eyes widened,

"Is he alive?" Chris asked.

"So you do know him...well, you should...he was your captain at one point...wasn't he?"

"Is he alive!" Chris asked more forcefully.

"Calm down, Mr. Redfield." Edward said, turning to face Chris.

"Is he alive or not!" Chris lunged at Edward, tackling him. The two slid across the slick floor of the interrogation room. Chris grabbed Edward by the neck and smashed his fist into Edward's smug face. He could feel his nose break beneath his fist. The doors flew open and two heavily armed men threw Chris off the terrified man. They threw him against the wall and began to beat him until Edward called for a stop.

"That...violence...can be better used." Ed said, blood running from his nose, "We are sending you on a mission to kill Wesker. Refuse...and others suffer." Chris spat.

"Explain." Chris said, pushing the guards aside as he stood.

"You are to operate solo. We've found Wesker's new base of operations. He's in Iraq, shielded by the terrorists. He promises them a weapon of mass destruction...and they will get it if we don't stop them."

"Any specs on the weapon?" Chris asked.

"None. We sent another agent before you, to retrieve data...to probe. But she was captured and possibly killed. So...we rely on you. You don't even have to retrieve the damned thing...just kill Albert so he can't continue his research."

"Sounds good...you didn't even need to threaten me, ya know. But I'll have to refuse." Chris said, frowning, "I'd rather have gotten the chair then ever have to deal with that stuff again." Ed sighed,

"So...you saw through my threat." Ed smirked, wiping the blood from his face, "It's no matter. You'll do as we say."

"What makes you think that?"

"On entry to Rockwall, all prisoners...receive a device. We plant it on the brain, understand?" Ed tapped his scrawny skull, "For any reason, should we need to trigger it...the following effects ensue. You become...sort of like...a robot. Controllable. Free will dosen't mean anything to you anymore. Would you rather carry this out, with your body still yours? Or would you rather let us have your body?"

"Son of a bitch." Chris muttered.

"When you wake up...you'll be in a chopper heading for Iraq. Good luck." Ed smirked as one of the guards smashed his fist into Chris's face, knocking him out clean.

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Ok, first chapter. The start of many revelations to be found by Mr. Redfield. Lots of mysteries were opened here and some clues to relationships and so on...pay close attention. If you've played the games and watched the movies, you should see something...it's really hard so don't be suprised if you can't find it:p Keep reading and you'll figure out what it is! Two reviews get's you the next chapter. That's my policy. :p