Prologue.

Jill.

It was just like a horror movie.

Well, the scene was anyway.

Chris Redfield, ruffled his wet locks of hair as he pressed his back on the damp, outside wall of the Spencer estate. Beside him, was the only person he could trust by his side. Jill valentine. In these days, no one could trust anyone fully. But he and Jill had history, a history that caused them to become fiercely loyal to ach other. A history that prevented them from carrying on with the same old routine, a history that should never be repeated.

Her hair had always been long; at least when she first joined S.T.A.R.S way back one. Long, chocolate brown locks she would always hang back or even tuck under her so called 'lucky hat'.

But eventually, she had cut it short again, during her gruesome escape from Raccoon City. He looked her in the eye, but her normally simple expression of determination had somewhat changed.

"Chris, are you alright? Are you ready?" A loud clap of thunder caused not even a single jump from the two. After what they had been through, thunder would have been the least of their problems. Chris nodded once, he was half tempted to ask why, but he knew it within himself when thinking about the past, it caused him to somewhat 'change'. In aura or facial expression, he wouldn't know. But now it was time to push back those thoughts, as his gloves hand extended from his bulky frame placed upon the door.

Jill held her simple handgun closely to her chest as she nodded to acknowledge she was ready. With one strong push, the door had easily opened. A look of puzzle crossed the features on both the intruders' faces, but it only lasted for a moment. Such things as this were hardly anything to be surprised about – at least nowadays.

Upon entering, their guns surveyed the area, taking in every detail, from in front, below, to the sides, to even the ceiling.

Nothing.

Just a dusty, poorly kept hallways with various decorative pots and vases, painting and more dust. Almost creepily, the only light that held for the eyes of the intruders was the flash of lightening that would happen ever so often, and the dimly lit candles held upon a old, gothic candle stand attached to the walls. They didn't relax, however they lowered their guns slightly, feeling no danger as of yet.

"I bet the bastard's on the top floor." Chris whispered, however that did not stop his voice echoing through the long, dim hallway.

"it would be out luck, wouldn't it?" Jill replied in response. Although they did not look at each other, the thinnest of smiles appeared on both of their faces. They could almost sense each other, feeding off each other's courage.

A slow trot caused Jill to follow close by Chris as he moved. In the darkest of areas in the hallway they pointed their guns towards. They weren't taking any chances, not yet.

Silence passed between the two, however it was not of fear, or over awkwardness… it was simple from the two able to share silence rather than words. Read each others movements to body language, able to tell what the other would be thinking. So far, there was no incident, nothing to encounter. It all seemed too easy.

Like someone has already passed through here. Chris thought to himself. He turned to his partner, who nodded to acknowledge the same thing; she had caught on too.

It was more or less half an hour of moving, exploring and backtracking on themselves. There was no one, nothing. It would have been deadly silent too, if it wasn't for the thunderstorm outside and the crashing waves onto the rocks below – And it showed no sign of letting up now.

Upon walking on a separate floor, Chris suddenly slowed his pace, and Jill copied without hesitation or a question. Chris could sense something, or someone. The door at the end of the turning corridor, identical to the first hallway they had entered, had a door at the end. Oak doors stood near the end, as both silently placed their backs upon it. Chris stared at the door for a moment, almost breathing in the air, knowing something on the other side would put his life in danger, he had almost developed such a sense.

Jill kept her eyes on hi, as he simply nodded. Both leaning back in unison caused them to push the doors open with ease and a loud entry. If no-one knew they where here, they would now. Running inwards they aimed their guns forcefully forwards, scanning the area. The first thing to enter Chris' eyes was the wheelchair near the far left, displaying the storm perfectly. But as his head fell downwards, he saw him, the creator of such a mess, well on third anyway – The last person responsible. Oswell E. Spencer, laying face down in fool of his own blood, his rather complex features frozen in a struggled pain. But Chris didn't examine upon the dead any longer, his eyes caught something else near the window, the black figure turning slowly.

The features he would never forget.

The man he would occasionally buy coffee for.

The man who credited him.

The man who betrayed them.

The man who was now his personal enemy.

The person responsible for the death of all but 5 S.T.A.R.S.

"Wesker!" Chris hissed, aiming his gun towards the man. His glasses remained on his face, the loud clap of thunder mixed with lightening almost shown red eyes behind those shades. But Chris was feeling far too much rage to care.

He opened fire, squeezing the trigger upon his arch enemy, ready to end this here. For a brief moment he had forgot Jill was at his side, until she followed upon opening fire upon Wesker as well.

All shots where precise, they never made mistakes, they couldn't afford too. But Wesker was something else. His body athletically turned, moving and dodging the bullets, almost disappearing he was so fast. With each shot, he zigzagged forward, catching Chris on surprise as he gripped his bulky arm in one, elegant hand. A sharp hook to the face was launched, causing Chris' head to spin and almost daze out. But before he could react Wesker was already moving.. or not. His disappearing act followed, along with a sharp elbow to the chest, almost knocking the wind clean out of him. But he wasn't finished, an axe-kick upwards sent the final blow for Chris to stagger backwards, groaning out of pain.

Jill was now able, seeing Wesker clearly but cursing herself for letting Chris take a few. She fired more shots, quickly and precisely, but Wesker dodged in his inhuman way, once away zigzagging towards her. For one second, he was gone, not appearing. her eyes where about to turn to Chris, in case Wesker had decided upon beating him more; but the sudden hit of her chin and he back against the wall behind her caused her to almost choke on her own gasp of surprise. He had ducked low, bringing up a strong arm to hit her there.

He squeezed slowly, almost as if he was enjoying this moment, taking his time with it. Her hands brought themselves up to his arm, herself trying desperately to prize him off her, but his strength was unmatched. Her vision was fading fast, it couldn't be the end.. Could it?

No, it wasn't.

A sudden hook to the side of Wesker's face brought up the glimmer of hope that he could be beaten. Jill slid down the wall, as Chris followed his hook with a forceful kick to Wesker's chest, in which case he simply dodged by moving backwards. But Chris wasn't finished, he sent another punch, aimed towards Wesker's chest, which missed but Chris didn't let up, He let another heavy punch go directly to Wesker's face. His first hit something, and by the feel of it, it wasn't a face. Leather met leather in gloves as Wesker blocked it, staring at him for what seemed like forever.

With a slight grunt from Wesker's lips, he spun, sending Chris' arms with him, holding them down with one hand as Wesker pulled back, sending one sharp punch to Chris' face.

Although the setback called Chris to call out in pain, he was determined. Lifting his leg he sent a kick to Wesker's lower abdomen, only for Wesker to catch it simply.

Chris knew he was in fro trouble now, but luckily, Jill had recovered, firing more bullets towards the traitor, causing him to let go of the former S.T.A.R.S operative himself.

As predicted, Wesker simply disappeared to dodge the bullets, only for him to reappear behind Chris, sending a thrusting knee in his back.

But Jill kept on shooting, having slammed a fresh ammo clip into the gun itself before hand. Wesker continued his Zigzagging movement once more, before flipping into the air, doing a simple twist as if rolling on his tummy in the air. This was a new way to dodge bullets it seemed. However he landed it, perfectly, not even a bead of sweat or a hint of exhaustion upon his face.

More thunder erupted, followed by one last shot of Jill's gun for the ammo to run out. With a slight growl in he voice, she moved forwards. But not before Chris who had gone in for another punch, only for Wesker to catch it once again and send a straight hit into Chris' ribs, once again Chris staggered backwards, but not letting up, he landed one punch before, Wesker was not invincible.

Now it was Jill's turn once again, she ran forwards, withdrawing her dagger. With an angled swipe she aimed, only for her enemy to smack his wrist with hers, guiding it upwards and out of harms reach. It was a useless struggle for power, Jill trying her hardest to at least stab the bastard. However it only sent an opening for Wesker, moving his hand backward before thrusting his palm into her stomach. A small cry from Jill sent her flying backwards into the shelves around the place, smashing the glass on her back as she almost dropped helplessly on the floor.

Chris tried again, thinking for his fallen partner, but also unable to do anything at the time. Two more swings he sent towards Wesker, but he was just too slow.

Again, Wesker caught the punch, sending a sharply elbow into Chris' torso, disappearing and reappearing below him, grabbing Chris by the neck and lifting him completely.

Any one person would have looked at such a feat in awe. Able to lift a man of Chris' size with one hand as if it was nothing, but now wasn't the time. Chris struggled under the grasp of Wesker as he threw Chris down in an arc, forcing him onto the table near the far end of the room. Under the pressure of him literally getting stomped into the table, the legs broke on it, but it was still able to stand enough for Wesker to run chris across it like a toy car. Chris felt his back almost rip to shreds from the splintered wood he was half embedded in, but he tried passing it off as nothing. Finally, he threw Chris off the table, sending him to skid across the floor, near the huge window near the back where Wesker had previously started.

Jill had finally recovered from her pain, gasping from it, panting slowly as her head lifted upwards towards Chris. Wesker was walking to Chris, no sense of urgency as Chris tried standing from the crippling pain of his body giving up. Shaking his head once, he had hardly any time to react, the will was draining from him and he was feeling the front of it. Wesker scooped Chris up simply, lifting him upwards as lightening flashed once again, with Chris suspending there for the short time, as Wesker stared at him with a smirk crawling up his lips.

"No!"

A faint voice hit Chris' ears but it dulled out as he stared his death in the face. Wesker brought back his hand, as it clicked in Chris' head. That pool of blood around Spencer was apparent. There was no bullet that was heard as they entered the Estate, this is how Wesker killed Spencer, and how it would kill Chris.

"Let's finish this…" Wesker spoke slowly, his arm reeling back more. Chris was helpless, he was struggling but he was outmatched.

Chris flinched, but the grip on him loosened with a cry from Jill.

Before Chris could realize what had happened he window smashed, allowing his head to jerk upwards, just to see Jill's arms wrapped tightly around Wesker, with both him and her plummeting down.

Wesker was struggling, but he couldn't fly. No movement came from Jill, she just kept on holding him. Chris swung his head over the broken glass, not caring about the shards that hit into his knees and hands.

He watched them fall, fall too far for either to make it out alive.

In a futile attempt, Chris outstretched his hand to her as he saw her disappear from his sight, with Wesker firmly in her clutches.

"JILL!!" He screamed, he screamed so loud that the echo was hit across the cliff face, causing the storm to almost stop in his wake.

Valentine;; Yes, yes… Sorry for this as you have probably already seen this scene in RE5. The 'death' of Jill. I tried my best to be accurate, and this is my version of it. ( S. D Perry writes something different, or if there's information I don't know before hand…)So please bare with me about it! Thank you for reading and a review would be great. I don't mind flamers as long as it is constructive on how I could improve. Also, flamer's cook my pizza.

I hope you stick around! ;;//