A little story I was inspired to write whilst reading through Jill's files in RE5. Enjoy.
Resident Evil © Capcom.
Albert Wesker's head exploded with pain as the sickly smell of grass and mud tickled his nostrils, every inch of his body seemed to be screaming in agony. Opening one bleary eye, he became more apparent of his surroundings and the feel of an arm resting on his back. His head throbbed as he pushed himself up and nudged the unconscious body next to him onto their back. Jill Valentine's once pretty face was barely distinguishable now, with the cuts, bruises and fresh blood that bore upon her countenance.
Wesker glanced towards the sky, towering above them was the place where they both fell just moments ago.
"Jill!"
Chris could only watch his partner fall to her death, in a bid to save his life from the clutches of Wesker. Together, they plummeted to the earth at an abnormal speed. Despite the wind resistance, Wesker managed to ensure they'd land in a patch of grass in an attempt to soften the fall.
With a sickening thud, both bodies hit the floor, Jill receiving the worst of the damage. A blood curdling scream tore through Wesker's cold heart as Jill was knocked unconscious from the blow. Wesker himself was weakening, despite his best efforts to fight the darkness that was threatening to swallow him. Surely a fall of all things wouldn't kill him… Not Albert Wesker…
He looked back at Jill and took a moment to decide what to do. Leave her to rot here, or save her for future purposes. A smile twisted itself onto Wesker's bleeding face as he envisioned how dear old Chris Redfield would react to his own partner betraying him. The thought of revenge was far too good to miss, even if it did involve nursing an enemy back to health. Wesker staggered to his feet and reached into his trench coat, pulling out his needle and plunging it into his arm. The sweet release of power surged through his veins, bestowing him new found strength. He allowed the adrenaline to wash over him before dropping to his knees and lifting Jill to find that she was a lot heavier than expected.
A disgruntled noise issued from his mouth as he lifted the brunette, supported her with one arm and pulled out his mobile phone with his free hand. Fortunately, Wesker knew all the contacts and the right people to ring when moments like this arose, namely someone with access to a chopper and all the medical staff he needed. Within their transportation had arrived; a man inside the chopper threw a ladder down for Wesker to grab hold. He shouldered Jill's body and clung to the ladder before being pulled into the carriage. As soon as Jill's and his own body touched the floor, he let out a sigh of relief and told the pilot to alert the medics back at headquarters that urgent medical assistance was needed when they landed.
He glanced at Jill's unconscious and felt a smirk snake it's way across his face. Well Miss valentine, you appear to have your uses after all. Rightly so, I'm seeking revenge on your dear partner, and you, my lady. You are going to assist me.
Short first chapter, I hope you liked it. I imagine I'll be keeping the chapters short, depending on how this story pans out.