I don't own Resident Evil or any of their trademarks.
I don't know if I'll continue the story from here, but tell me if you think I should. Enjoy!
xxx
September 21, 2006
The Spencer Estate
Somewhere in Europe
Partners Chris Redfield and Jill Valentine wandered through the ever-stretching hallway, an eerie feeling of despair pulling at them. They gripped tighter on their guns, their footsteps echoing. Lightning flashed outside, illuminating the hall as they walked, slowly, so slowly, to a set a double doors.
Chris and Jill had been partners for as long as they could remember. In 1996, they first met and formed a bond in the special forces unit, S.T.A.R.S., back in Raccoon City. They had both survived a tragedy in the Arklay Mountains, discovering the truth about the Umbrella Corporation and their deadly bio-weapons. Since then, they knew they were destined to put an end to Umbrella and eradicate every last trace of their existence.
They knew, beyond those double doors, was the last surviving founder of Umbrella- Ozwell E. Spencer. They were sent to apprehend him, and jumped at the perfect opportunity to find any information that would lead them to Albert Wesker, their former captain who had betrayed them and killed their teammates. The last time Chris had seen him was at a secret facility in Antarctica, and before that, Rockfort Island.
Chris and Jill leaned against the doors, not hearing a single sound beyond it. They knew very well that the silence was not good, especially with Spencer. Jill looked at Chris, signaling she was ready. Chris nodded, receiving the message. They slammed into the doors, raising their guns.
The room they entered was a library, hundreds of aged books arranged messily on the shelves. But they paid no attention to that- they focused only on the figure in black standing near the window. He turned around, and upon seeing them, a sardonic smile graced his dark face. He was stained with blood, standing over the red corpse of Ozwell E. Spencer. They knew all too well who he was.
"Wesker!" Chris and Jill opened fire on him, but Wesker, however, dodged the bullets with ease. He ran up to Chris, disarmed him, and punched him in the face, then in the jaw. Before he got the chance to attack him again, Jill, who was in shock after seeing him dodge their bullets, shot at him again.
He dodged, rushing over to Jill. He wrapped his fingers around her neck, pinning her to a pillar with just a single hand. Her gun fell to the floor, as she attempted to get his hands off her neck, but it was futile- he was much stronger than her.
She gasped for air, her vision turning blurry due to the lack of air, but then Chris, who finally recovered from his attack, pulled him off her and tried to land a series of hook punches on Wesker. Jill fell to the ground, and reached for her gun.
Wesker dodged Chris's punches, and grabbed his fists, He reversed his position, twisting Chris's arms. Chris stumbled back, and Wesker took advantage, quickly hitting him in the face. Chris was quick to retaliate, sweep kicking him on the side of his arm, but it didn't seem to do any damage.
Jill shot at Wesker, who pushed Chris away from him. He twirled in the air, the bullets flying underneath him. He landed on his feet, letting out an annoyed grunt. Jill tried to shot at him again, but discovered she had run out of bullets. She threw her gun to the floor, pulling her knife out from its sheath on her lower leg.
At the same time, Chris again approached Wesker, fists flying, but Wesker stopped his fist, punched him, then pushed him away again.
Jill's attempt was of no more use. Wesker grabbed her wrist, twisted it, causing her to drop the knife, then hit her in the stomach which send her flying across the room into a bookcase protected with glass. Her impact shattered the glass, which fell to the ground along with her.
Chris threw a left, then a right, hook, which Wesker gracefully dodged with his inhuman speed. Wesker again grabbed Chris at the wrist and used the chance to elbow him in the rib. Before the full force of the attack hit Chris, he had grabbed him by the neck like he'd done to Jill earlier, and pulled him down onto a long wooden table, where he proceeded to drag Chris along to the edge, leaving trails of blood behind.
He threw Chris off the table with so much force he'd lost his grip on him. Chris slid on the floor near large, decorative windows, feeling a sensation of something he never felt so strongly- pain. It was unreal, and the pain he felt was, like Wesker's strength, inhuman.
Jill, at the same time, felt a similar, but not nearly as severe, pain. She looked up, panting from the stinging at her sides. Her eyes suddenly caught Chris's, but then they darted over to Wesker, who was approaching him, clenching a fist. His right arm swooped down and grabbed his neck, then effortlessly pulled him up. He couldn't hold back a derisive grin, as he pulled his arm back, molding his fingers into a dagger-shape.
She knew exactly what he was intending to do, and it made her heart ache. Unconsciously, her mind recalled all her memories of Chris- The day we first met- oh god, we were so oblivious to how much our lives were about to change. I remember resting my head on Chris's shoulder after escaping that mansion, how we held hands until we returned to the city. I didn't even forget the day he told me Wesker was still alive- I still remember how pissed I was- though Chris saw it was actually fear- he always knew me so well, he was able to see through my mask when no one else could. That same day, we promised we would be partners to the end- that we would take out Wesker and Umbrella together. I finally understood that day that I loved him, that I always had. I wanted to tell him so badly, but I never had the courage, using stupid excuses about how it would only complicate things.
Looking at what was unfolding between Chris and Wesker, she knew she would never get the chance again, feeling regret that she wasted the previous opportunities. The feelings of love and attachment she had towards him suddenly moved her into action, crying out, "No!"
Chris looked down at Wesker, despite being in a chokehold. He squirmed in his grasp, looking away from him. As lightning flashed in the long windows behind him, Wesker's mocking eyes also flared, a bloody, demonic red.
"Let's finish this." As Wesker said those words, he readied himself to deal the final blow to kill Chris, the moment he'd waited so very long for. However, just before he could attack, Jill had flung herself at Wesker with so much force he'd let go of Chris. Wrapping her arms around him, they both crashed through the windows, plummeting down until they were out of sight.
Chris reached out, despairingly calling out to her. "JIIILL!"
But there was nothing he could do- nothing but watch her fall to her death.
xxx
If I decide to continue, don't expect an update too soon.