"Now, Adne. Do you remember what happened last time you tried to resist me?" I glared up at the man. I couldn't see his eyes in the bright room since he was wearing dark shades. "We wouldn't want a repeat, would we?"

I struggled in his grip, tears threatening to pour out of my eyes. "I won't do it. I will not kill him of my own free will." I gasped out, his hold on my neck tightening.

His head dipped down to the crook of my neck, his hot breath fanning over me. His entire body was pressed against mine, if he wasn't forcing me to kill a friend I would've been turned on. Hell, I'm sure that's what Wesker was going for, the sick bastard.

"You will kill Chris for me. I don't care what you have to do, but you will deliver his corpse to me." Wesker spoke, his voice firm and confident. He knew I had no choice. I knew I had no choice. There wasn't another choice.

Tears pooled down my face as I remembered Chris. My sister had never been around, but Chris had. He'd always been there for me, and I left him the moment my sister came around.

That's how I'd ended up in this mess. This is how I ended up stuck with Wesker and stuck following his orders. Wesker loosened his hold, taking a step back. I couldn't tell if he was looking at me, but I felt the urge to shiver just by looking at his sunglasses.

"Where is he?" I asked, my voice cracking. I had hoped for my voice to be strong, like the persona I put on around everyone, but I couldn't care less. He was sending me off to kill the man who raised me.

"He's fighting Jill, down in the catacombs. I don't have much faith in that girl, she has always been a loose cannon. Not to mention her love for Chris. She'd do anything for him, that's something I despise." Wesker told me. He didn't move as he monologue, his proximity to me was uncomfortable. I used to revel in his touch, now it just disgusted me.

"You are much more likely to succeed, right, Adne?" He asked, tightening his hold on my neck. I whimpered, suddenly feeling much more afraid.

I straightened my back to glare at him. "It's not like you're giving me much of a choice, Wesker." I snapped at him. My feeble attempt to be sarcastic and calm failed the moment his fist connected with my stomach.

In that moment I regretted following Ada. I regretted so many things that lead me to this moment, but I couldn't take them back. What's done is done.

"You know how much I admire that sparkling personality, but right now I'm looking for something less sassy. A yes or no would suffice." That was Wesker's simple explanation for knocking the wind out of me. It wasn't even fair with his superhuman abilities.

"Yes." I choked out.

He smirked, then dropped me. He pushed off, like I was some filthy disease he didn't want. "That's a good girl, Adne. Now run along. They're on the third floor down."

He walked away, leaving me to my tears. I brought my hand up to my throat, knowing it would be terribly bruised already. I wanted to slink back into the wall, never to be seen again. I didn't want to stand up and face Chris.

But I had to. Wesker would kill him no matter what, at least I can make sure his suffering is quick. I nodded, wiping the tears from my eyes. That's what I was doing, ending his suffering.

I shakily rose to my feet, removing any inch of weakness from my face. I slowly walked to elevator, just on the other side of the room. The elevator was sleek metal, and reminded me of the elevator's back at the apartment Chris had.

I thought back to Chris. I didn't know him all that well, more so than anyone else in my life. He took me in when I was young, shortly after the Raccoon City incident. I was eight at the time, I was now nineteen. I'd lived with him and he took care of me, more so than my own sister had, but I didn't think of him as a father figure. I thought of him as a man who did something unnecessary, out of the kindness of his heart.

Now I'm on my way to kill him.

I took my pistol out as the elevator descended deep into the ancient ruins. I had liked Wesker, especially when I learned where his bases were. The ancient ruins of Africa had always fascinated me.

My pistol was sleek and small, fitted perfectly for me. Chris had bought it for me on my thirteenth birthday. That's when he took me to the shooting range for the first time. I left him a year later to join Ada in Europe.

Before I knew it the sleek doors opened, exposing cracked pillars and a fight. Chris was fighting Jill, his former partner. She dodged all his attacks, but failed to see his new partner. Jill went down easily as they pried the red device from her chest.

I took a few hesitant steps forward, walking up to the railing. They didn't notice, it's not like I was the main attraction.

"Jill!" Chris cried, running to her.

I scoffed, letting my old persona seep through. "She's fine, Chris. I can't say the same for you though." I spoke, my voice carrying through the room.

Both Chris and his partner snapped their heads to the balcony, where I sat. "Adne?" His voice cracked as he spoke the words. I wanted to cry all over again as I realized just how much I meant to him. I had thought it was a useless bond, but it was much more to him.

"I'm truly sorry about this." I told him, pointing my gun down to him.

I hesitated, that was my mistake. Ada and Wesker both had drilled that one flaw out of me, now it was my kryptonite, just like they'd warned me.

Chris's dark skinned partner raised her gun and shot the pistol out of my hand. I hissed in pain, looking back to find the gun. When I didn't see it I growled, grabbing my knife from my holster and throwing it at Chris. It nicked his arm, but missed my target.

"Adne, what are you doing?" Chris cried. His partner raised her gun again, though she didn't take the shot. "Don't shoot her, Sheva."

I raised one brow, gripping the edge of the railing. "Why not? I am trying to kill you." I hissed, forcing all the emotion out of my voice. Before he could answer, I flipped myself over the railing, landing on the ground a few feet away from him.

I pulled a strand of curly hair way from my face, my brow still raised. "Adne, what's gotten into you?" He asked. "Where have you been the past five years?"

I smirked cynically. "I've been with my sister," I paused, glancing at Sheva. "And Wesker. You might not like him all that much, but I've taken a liking to him."

Chris's face contorted from one of confusion to one of pain and sadness. Just looking at Chris made me want to break down once more. "What about Excella?" Sheva asked, her face unchanging.

I laughed. "The slut constantly throwing herself at him? She's just a tool. She knows it too, she probably thinks she can take my place in Wesker's new world."

"You're with Wesker?" Chris was now angry, the pain and sorrow long gone. That was good. It meant he'd fight me now, maybe I wouldn't have to kill him. "Wesker is psychotic, how could you even think about being with a man like him? I thought you were smarter than that."

I wanted to cringe and agree with him, but I didn't, as usual. "I guess you thought wrong." I growled out, pulling my second dagger out and lunging.

Just like I guessed, Chris dodged and we started our dance. Everything moved fast. Chris would call out to me, trying to get me to stop. Sheva sat on the sidelines, begging Chris for permission to shoot, to which he refused.

We circled each other, our dagger's crossing paths, but refusing to reach the bullseye. At one point Chris nicked my cheek. It was a light mark that barely bled, but I could tell how much Chris regretted the action. His entire posture slumped as he looked me over.

"I'm so sorry, Adne. I shouldn't have let you go all those years ago." I glared at him, these words made me wonder just what went through his mind when he thought of me.

"Excuse me? Let me go?" I asked. "I left, without your permission."

Chris's eyes darted away from mine, only to come back. Never take your eyes off your opponent. "I'm not a complete idiot. I knew you were talking to Ada. I just didn't think you'd take her offer."

I scoffed once more. "Once again, you thought wrong." I growled out, lunging once more. This time I slid, my knife dragged down his arm. He hissed in pain before grabbing me by the hair and slamming me into the ground.

Just like that I slipped into darkness. I didn't put up a fight, I was tired of fighting. One thing I excelled at during my training with Wesker was my hand to hand combat, now the skill seemed useless. I didn't need it now that the darkness was calling to me. The ability to physically fight was useless when I couldn't use my muscles.

I was weak in that instant, but I'd never been happier. This meant Chris won. I didn't have to kill him. I would get away home free. That was enough in my book.

First chapter. I know there was another chapter I put up first, but it was terrible. I needed to put this up as a kind of base. You lovely people needed to know the basics of what went down in RE5, at least for Adne. This also leans into her relationship with Wesker, something I didn't do in my original first chapter. Anywhore, please tell me what you think.

-mistysherwood1