Recollection.
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'Foot steps…I hear foot steps.'
'…Why do I feel so, heavy?'
'Metal..?'
"Time to wake up."
'Chris..?'
Lulling my head to the side slowly, everything seemed so...lethargic about me; so…faint. Eyelids aching to open to the world, but the strength within myself to do such an action seemed like I would have to carry a bag of bricks over a wall.
'I think I'll rest a bit longer…'
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Walking into that room, I knew would be a challenge and, I knew that we may even lose our lives, but I knew if anything, we were prepared to do whatever it took to stop Albert Wesker.
It seemed though, that regardless of how our confidence may have been this time, Chris and I were still not yet ready to face what Wesker had gained.
Kicking the doors open with much strength, Chris and I with guns ready and posture set to a quick dodge, our eyes both befell upon the limp body of Spencer partially slumped against Wesker. At that moment, as the thunder crashed and lightening struck, with those cool shades sitting on the sharp bridge of his nose, Weskers claim to be a god just seemed almost surreal.
Though much to the males disdain, Chris and I would both stop Wesker, Tonight.
As we clashed with bullets and fists, Victory seemed to almost shine, but like the lightening that illuminated the night sky outside, our face for victory fleeted away as quickly.
"No!"
Seeing Chris being held by his throat with barely much strength at the moment from being swept so roughly along a table, I could not bear to see Wesker strangling him by his neck. At that moment, all thoughts of anyone or anything were gone, my mind went blank but my heart was filled with fear and worry for my partner, Chris. Gathering my strength and pushing from the floor, all the adrenaline and courage in my body coursed so swiftly in preparation for an idea I myself had not yet realized.
Running with caution thrown to the wind, My arms reached out for the man...No, for the monster that was Albert Wesker. By means of force and a tight hug, I guided both our bodies to the floor, or rather, a window.
With the siren like screech of glass being so harshly and bluntly pierced through, our bodies in much force flew from the 'safe' haven of Spencer's mansion and plundered down to the earth. As we fell, I felt my arms inadvertently hug Wesker closer to my body, was it fear? Perhaps. Maybe it was the thought, this would be the last thing I would touch, smell, see or hear before I die…
The man in my arms was a memory, a part of my past who made me who I am now, and even though I hate to think of these few fleeting thoughts or as some call them, ' my life flashing before my eyes.' I cannot help but perhaps pity this man. And then…
Nothing.
'I Remember a Dream…'
I was laying on the ground and I could hear the ocean in the distance, the sound of boots treading along the moist earth and the sweet smell of falling rain mixed with the salty aroma of the sea. For some reason my vision was so hazy, like a fog and I would see a figure-no, a man standing before me. Limping closer, I felt my eyes burn, was I crying?
I think I was. Yes, I was crying, perhaps because in this melancholy landscape, there was someone who was injured and all I could do was lay there and watch, I felt so heavy then... At one point in my dream, I could see something glowing down at me they seemed so cold and unforgiving but their colour just seemed…Guiding, like a lighthouse, something to reach for and grasp to safety. With what strength and might I could muster, my arm slowly reached out, though I could feel it quiver. Why did I feel so weak? As the waves that crashed echoed loudly in my mind, I could see my already foggy world hazing over much more and my hearing gradually fade. Though before my dream ended, I felt a warm hand grasp my own hand and a lulling voice purr out my name.
"Jill."
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"Jill…Time to wake up."
"C-Chris?" Came Jill's groggy and broken voice as her eyes slowly opened revealing their faint blue hue to the world around her. A gentle glow of a single lit lamp sitting on a particular wooden nightstand illuminated the room, giving it a inviting and warm feeling, though the room itself seemed very barren. The walls seemed to be of a stone origin, as the bed that Jill laid within was simple or rather very bland except for the considered necessary items such as a single pillow, a mattress and a blanket.
Confusion ran along Jill's otherwise calm but battered features as she attempted to lull her head around but gained nothing but a sharp pain. Was her dream real? No, It could not be, is this was death was like? Jill was fully aware of her actions but, was it all true, she was not certain of. But what the young woman was certain of was a cold sensation slowly filtering into her body, pupils slowly narrowing from dilation as a groaning hiss emitted from her full lips.
"Wesker…"
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'He's alive!'
Sorrow fills me yet, somehow. I feel relieved? I have wanted to stop this man for so long! Stop his anguish upon my life and Chris's and yet He is alive? After my sacrifice...and still, I find some solace in knowing I did not kill him.
'C'mon Jill, he isn't human in any way, and he is not your Captain.'
Attempting to shuffle away further into the mattress, I found myself only writhing in pain!
"Ugh! What did you do to me?"
I could not help but lose control over the present question but..That smug smirk on his face, I cannot help but find myself drowning in the air of this man's demeanor at times. Even when he was Captain of the S.T.A.R.S. Team, Anyone who saw this man was instantly drawn or mesmerized by something about him. His voice so husky and confident, who would not be drawn to that?
"Hahaha, I did nothing Jill. After you decided to throw us both out of a window, you seemed to have kept a firm grip on me and thus we landed, with you on me, as your cushion."
Lips curled into a bemused smirk, Wesker seemed to continue to hide his foreign orbs from my sight, though as well, at the moment I had a very limited range since my body was not so fully healed, in fact it was the opposite, my body was very tattered and yet. Here I lay contently; He must have helped me and brought me here so very carefully.
'Tch, hard to imagine those hands could be so gentle.'
But I cannot help but notice that Wesker's own outfit seems a bit worn for wear, and there is some dirt and dried blood on him, though its perhaps my blood and not his. He can heal so quickly, unlike myself and my own body, and for a moment I find myself envying him for that ability but then the thought strikes me.
'Why am I alive?'
As Wesker approaches me and settles to sit near my own body, I can feel myself tensing and trembling before pursing my lips and turning my head aside before closing my eyes. I do not wish to see this 'savoir' of mine, Wesker was never a man to do something purely from his heart, and he always had a plan even if it had good intentions.
"Scared Ms. Valentine?"
Came his cocky voice once again. How annoying it is to feel trapped. Hell, even if it hurts, I am going to try and do something, I did not just try to save my partners life and end this man's for nothing!
"Never, I just need to breathe fresh air away from your pompous aura."
Even if I could feel a grin on my lips growing whilst feeling Wesker's burning eyes on my back, I tried to further my victory by sitting up but even this task was a chore. I felt, so Heavy. Everything continued to ache and biting my bottom lip and taking deep breaths did nothing to qualm the sore painful feeling that so graciously coursed through my body. Though in my failing attempts, I could hear Wesker seething before laughing coyly in his delight to know I would perhaps have to rely on another, and to my dismay, the only 'other' within this...room. Was the blond man who seemed to take on the role as he was walking over to stand at my side.
"You need to relax Jill."
Now, I feel scared, His voice was so calm and annoying that it sounded like a direct order and stoic but; nonetheless, it was gentle. And before my own mind could process any words to come back with, he was gone.
Sighing a heavy breathe as I laid in bed in this predicament, my eyes grew so heavy. Just, how exactly could I have survived, even if using Wesker as a cushion, I should have not made it this long without medical attention.
'Medical attention! I need it! I need to get out of here!'
I could never sit still for too long, especially if I knew I was Weskers captive at the moment being. Groaning a deep sigh I slowly rose my right hand to grasp the hem of my bed sheets.
"C'mon Jill, you can do this girl! Ngh!"
Taking a deep breath and forcing what strength I had to lift a few simple layers of bed sheets. I could not help but fathom what walking would be like, but still, the current task was complete; the other ones would be taken care of when that bump in the road approaches.
With the bed sheets gone, that bump in the road soon became a pothole. My legs felt even heavier than I did! And that's when I noticed… I had bandages along my legs and arms. What exactly did Wesker do to me, or rather for me? Thankful for his kindness to do something like this for me, still…I cannot help but continue to be a bit paranoid of 'why'. But, there is no time to think! I still need Medical attention, Wesker may be able to dress a wound, but I doubt he knows how to fix a few broken bones, not only that… I have to contact Chris, and a hospital has a phone.
Exhaling another deep breath I only huffed a few before holding my breath pushing myself to just sit up in bed. And the pain only filtered stronger into my body!
"I must have a broken rib or two. But I can't stop! C'mon girl we can do this!"
Carefully guiding my bandaged legs over the edge of the bed, I knew this would be the most difficult of the tasks, balance and walking.
"Damn, why couldn't Spencer live near a hay field?"
It hurt so much to just even prepare myself to stand, I could only hope, I have the ability to stand if even for short amounts of time.
"All right...on three."
Perhaps counting down to a world of pain would help me. Gripping the sheets and pursing my dry lips to moisten them, I got distracted for a moment with the taste of dried blood having lingered on them.
"One…Two..Oh my go-- Mmmh!"
Oh yes..It does hurt, very badly, Sighing a whimpering groan I had to ignore this pain since I would have to deal with it to get somehow, but I had to ignore it, for now. Escape is the only thing on my mind.
Still I cannot help but laugh and smile in my tiny success of getting myself out of bed, the joy seems to almost dull the pain. Taking my first step was a bit unstable but, taking my time, I found a way to get around it, though, I was limping, something expected but still… I hoped I could have somehow reaped in some of Weskers ability while breathing the same air he did and gain a bit off balancing strength back.
Looking around slowly, I felt a bit light headed, reaching out as I had limped myself around the other side of the bed using it as a balancing guide, I had myself stable with the wooden nightstand before finally noticing a door. That was my escape.
Sighing and toughening myself up, I could feel my eyes burning into the door as a distraction before groaning and pushing myself away from the night stand to limp myself over to the door.
Reaching as best I could, I could see the short distance; that seemed so long. Narrowing with my slow limps, I could almost feel the cool caress of metal along my fingertips… Then.
My legs gave out on me.
"Damn it!"
I must have used so much strength to get myself out of bed that I never noticed how weak I was becoming. I did not see any blood on the floor so, I must have not bleed to a frail state, the only thought I could fathom was my own flaw of not coordinating how to use my energy. Looking down to my legs as I sat on the floor writhing in pain of not so much for failing to get to the door but for falling on my knees and shins, and my shins is where I had a few more lovely white bandages that seemed to slowly stain red now.
"Great…"
My hands and fingers were trembling, I was not strong enough but still, I had to make it somewhere, anywhere but here with…Him.
"What do we have here?"
'Damn it…'
Sighing like a caught little girl at a cookie jar, I could hear Wesker's voice as he had opened the door while I ogled at my battered and sitting figure on the floor. Narrowing my eyes to a firm glare and lifting my head up to Wesker, I could now see that smug smile fade to a stoic expression, and all hidden still somehow with those sunglasses.
"A bit foolish of you to walk around, wasn't it Ms. Valentine." Came his cool tone of voice.
"Shut up."
It was not much of a comeback, but I did not want to hear his cocky voice poking fun at my hard work.
As he brushed passed me, I could smell something within the room, a faint sweet and pastry like scent. On instant my mouth began to salivate, and that's when it hit me, I was weak from hunger… Still, I did not want him bathing in the joy of seeing me on the floor. So with my back turned to him and gaze fixed to the door. I inhaled deeply and pushed myself to stand. Though I perhaps seemed more like a newly born fawn as my legs quivered and I bit my lip firmly to hold back the cries of pain that shot through me so potently. Panting with a groan and bracing myself against a wall almost hugging it for being there, I noticed from the corner of my eyes Wesker smiling but, it was not so much a cold one, but a amused and…proud one?
Seeing him settle a bag down which I noticed contained many grocery items, Wesker began to advance me.
Like hell I was going to let him have me stay here much longer. And so with another burst of energy that I gathered from sitting, I reached for the door knob and turned it before pulling quickly.
But as I tugged the door open, it was suddenly shut so promptly.
"Out of my way!"
Turning in a fit of anger, I punched Wesker in the abdomen in hopes of him loosing breath and his arm weakening against the door, which worked only for a little bit as he did let go of the door, but as soon as he did, his arms wrapped around my waist and he hoisted me up earning him a cry of anguish. Continuing my rebuke of hits against his back, Wesker only growled crushing my body against him making me release another painful howl. If I did not have any broken ribs previously, I did now.
"You should be thankful Jill Valentine, that I offered my body to be the cushion preventing you from death. Or for the fact I did not leave you behind!"
Scolded Wesker to my ear, but he was right. He did save me from dying even if I am in this weakened state and he did not leave me behind, not even for Chris to find me…
'Why did he not leave me behind or kill me….'
He did not care if I was hurt or not at that moment; all he wanted was to just keep me captive. But somewhere in my fit of anger and pain in hopes of getting Wesker to release me, his hold against me softened and he cradled me tenderly before placing me onto the bed once again.
'I swear, I think his kindness seems to piss me off the most.'
But still, I could not help but be befuddled by how gentle he was with my fragile body, well after he nonchalantly hoisted me from my close escape.
"Be a good girl Jill and relax."
Narrowing my pupils as dangerously as I could, I felt my blood boil and my cheeks flush in irritation at how Wesker seemed to 'quell' me into a cooperative state. This in turn only earned me a laugh from the blond man who only seemed to turn his attention away to the bag he previously held.
"Do you get some sick gratification out of antagonizing people?" Came my response in hopes of wondering if my blunt inquiry might make the man think for once on his actions.
"Why yes I do, Jill. Thank you for pointing that out to me."
"Ugh!!!"
This…'Man'! Is that full of himself? Well, perhaps I should have known better, it is Albert Wesker, and even when he was Captain of S.T.A.R.S. He had some fun out of bossing Chris, Joseph, or even Barry. But, unlike the others, Barry was pretty smart every now and then to get out of Weskers way.
However, with how Wesker seems so calm and even content enough to poke fun at me, I cannot help but not see this man in tattered black and sunglasses but rather the blond man who was once a human male. Still, He pisses me off.
Gazing around curiously and or idly, my eyes catch a pillow and I feel temptation tugging furiously at me to throw the soft item at him.
'Maybe I might even be lucky enough for it to catch him off guard and then I can suffocate him with it?'
Regarding if it was a smart move or not, I was pissed off and even if he saved me or whatever he may have in store for me, I did not care, I would make this man's life a living hell. So, grabbing the pillow I threw the soft cushion at the back of Weskers smooth slicked back blond hair.
Of course, Wesker dodged it, and so with that he turned and glanced at me from behind his sunglasses before standing.
"I suggest you calm down and smart up, because right now, your life belongs to me."
"I highly doubt that."
…'Crap.'
I had to speak without thinking. With a heavy sigh and forlorn expression, I hugged another pillow I had subconsciously grasped to myself and prepared to hear the words that would come from his mouth.
But, nothing was said, He just starred at me with a smirk and curt chuckle before grasping the bag of items and walked away into another portion of the room. Instead, it seemed Wesker wished to punish me by means of starving me. A very wise move on his end, make your enemy weak so they can not retaliate. Giving another exasperated sigh, I gave myself the chance to look around at my surroundings since I know Wesker would prevent any way I try to escape, for now. Such a simple room…
'Where am I?'
The furniture seems so quaint and still inviting. Wesker and I must be in a hotel of some sort, if not, I can imagine Wesker stealing someone's home from right under their noses. He is a crafty one like that.
Currently, I can feel a odd burning sensation within my stomach before I feel a rumbling growl,; kudos Wesker, I am hungry and now starving.
Bowing my head to burry my face into the pillow, I close my eyes for a moment wondering how long I would live without having something to eat. Well. At least I can die in comfort, though…the more I think on it, perhaps dying wouldn't be so bad. Wesker would have a rotting corpse to deal with.
'Hehehe, I am sure that would be a pain for him.'
Nuzzling my face further into the pillow, I inhaled slowly and found myself catching the scent of something spicy in a sweet masculine way. I think, this is Weskers cologne.
'It actually smells kind of nice…'
Even if just catching myself thinking that way was a bit disturbing. The smell is indeed nice and a bit comforting, it seems to hold its own air of confidence too. Laughing muffled by the pillow I felt my eyes slowly lull in the distraction of my still currently growling stomach, despite the fact that I continued to bathe in the cologne, I somehow missed when Wesker walked back into the room.
Sensing him still looming near, I slowly raised my head from the pillow, brown locks of hair being slightly disheveled from the hair tie I still had, my eyes caught onto the site of food before my nose did. And when the assault of fresh bread hit me, my stomach gave another vivid growl.
"Eat."
Wesker seemed to command to me more than offer, I could not help but just shut up and listen this time. Perhaps it was from being weak that I could not retaliate with something smart but, the generous piece of ripped bread placed before me along with a sliced apple and bottle of water seemed more than just a utopia of dreams.
Complying, I noticed Wesker moving to sit at the foot of the bed watching me or so, I perceived; I could never tell where he was always looking exactly while wearing those sunglasses. Still, even if being monitored like a sick patient; how ironic I was in a sense. My fingers would continue to busy themselves with ripping a piece of bread off. While in mid process, of gaining food, I paused to first satisfy my thirst.
'I must be really famished to not even know where to begin.'
Opening the bottle of water with a bit of a struggled twist, Wesker must have been amused by how he must have seen me trying to open the bottle while holding bread. As he took the bottle from me, I smiled in thanks, even if he was a killing bastard, I was grateful he somehow forgave me or just decided to let me live, whatever the case was. He proved his point about my life belonging to him.
And with a sigh, I took the bottle whispering a gentle thanks, though I think part of it was due to my throat being a bit dry; and guzzled the water a bit hungrily. I must have been out for a long time for me to be this desperate…
Eating the fresh baked bread and apple slices, Wesker once again turned his head away to muse himself with his thoughts I could only assume.
"Hey, why did you let me live Wesker, what do you have in store."
I could not help but ask Wesker what and why, I knew he kept me alive for a reason, I was a thorn in his side, perhaps not as much as Chris. But, I knew I was something of a obstacle to him, even if he never recognized me for it.
While biting into an apple slice, I noticed Wesker's lips twitch into a growing grin.
"I don't know." Was all he cooed while fixing his gelled hair with a gloved hand.
'What?! How does he not know?!'
Groaning in frustration with the 'enigma' that was my captor, I bit into the other half of my apple slice glaring intently to Wesker. I know he is keeping something from me!
"Quit lying! You let me live for a reason! Why? To see I failed my mission?! Why!" I could not hold back my anger, I had to know…
But Wesker only replied so calmly though I could tell he was upset, the glowing hue of red behind his sunglasses lied to reveal his anger amongst his otherwise stoic expression.
"You were not meant to die like that."
Taken back by his comment, I could feel my eyes burn with growing tears. I felt perhaps I was cheated from a honest and righteous death of stopping Wesker but instead was given a second chance. Now I know why those who were turned into vampires in the books I would randomly read were so sad… Was it a insult or a compliment to be saved from death by Wesker?
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Well…here is the beginning of an attempted fan fiction between, Wesker and Jill. I know they might be a bit OOC or whatever but. Hey, blame Capcom not me, they still left parts of the timeline unknown!!! But yes…I'm sorry if it seems copied too I never meant to take anyones materials and so I apologize if it seems so, and as for their location..don't ask cause I don't know..but I will say, I am tempted to make it to where he did steal a house~! Muwahahahahahaha…X3. This was jills P.O.V. Uhhh…I might do a P.O.V. for Wesker and if I do, Ill make it chapter two instead and move Chap. 2 over to 3 hahahahaha anyways… please R&R so I know if I should keep going!
