(( Disclaimer: I own nothing from Resident Evil. Thus, I own nothing in this piece except my idea for it. ))
I stand beside him and can feel myself coil as if in preparation for a fight. I can feel my tensed body and dislike it because it's tensed to do battle for him, not for anything I care about. He controls me now, has been able to for quite some time. I am merely a puppet. I catch his sneer from the corner of my eyes as he places a mask over my face. It's the same mask he always adorns me with, the one with the beak shaped like a raven. Then he draws the hood over my stark blond hair.
Everything about me has changed. I remember my brown hair, my slightly tanned skin. These Afrikaners do not own much by the way of mirrors, at least not in this town, but I saw myself one day as I passed by one. Blond hair and pale skin met my eyes. I don't look how I used to. Not even my body looks like me anymore; with this skin-tight battlesuit he has me wearing all the time, I look like a stone cold killer.
He draws me back to the present with one phrase, said like a hiss that might have come out of a snake's mouth: "Aha, there he is."
I keep still, though perfectly coiled just in case he bids me into action. I can't see the monitors he scans daily, but I can hear his voice. He chuckles softly to himself and moves his hand over the mouse, that much I can see clearly. The chuckling doesn't stop, which unnerves me, and he snaps his fingers.
"Look here, Jill," he decrees and I move automatically to obey. My eyes, through the mask, spy two shadowed figures on the screen. They take in everything with no emotion, but inside I jump for joy. I could just recognize him from the blurry images presented to me.
"Looks like Chris has come to save you." Wesker continued, voice dripping with anger. If voices could kill, his voice would be laced with venom from the most venomous snake one could come across.
Wesker clicks off the screen, and my heart sinks. But Wesker stands and cracks his knuckles, "Well, let's go welcome them, then."
He tells me to stay by his side, which I do with no emotion, though inwardly I fight each step. My body doesn't even break stride. I'm useless! Totally and utterly useless! But Chris is here, Chris has come to save me! My body falls into its positions easily, and I know, without a doubt, that Wesker is taking me to do battle with my best friend. I begin to fight, a slow, onerous process, but fight nonetheless.
Just for a moment, a single second in time, I am able to break free from my bondage. A single word escapes, nearly silent, from my lips: "Chris."
And it's gone, like a sigh one lets loose after a battle has been won. I hope he will realize I'm in here somewhere…