Hating someone can be compared to you drinking a cup full of poison and expecting the other to die.

The signal was sketchy as the elevator ascended, but Excella's voice came in bits of understandable pieces. He heard Uroboros mentioned, as well as a reserve supply, loading, and something about…

No…it can't be…

"Albert?"

Chris knew he didn't mishear that. So that was the voice of the person Excella was talking to. He thought it sounded very, very familiar…

He was praying to God that it wasn't who he was thinking of, but He seemed to not really be on Chris's side when it came to matters of Wesker. Unfortunately for Chris, facing the Devil alone wasn't very comforting or hopeful.

"Shit! Wesker…I thought he was dead…" Chris found it difficult to control his anger and frustration. All he could do was try to regulate his breathing as much as he could without smashing something in the process.

Sheva was troubled. If the thought of Wesker could make her partner fume in front of her like this, would he be able to restrain himself and use proper judgment during a fight? No doubt that would happen if they happened to cross paths. When he shot a look at Sheva, she caught a murderous yet anxious look in his eyes, as if every fiber of his being wanted to kill the man but was scared of what the other man could do.

All she knew was that Wesker had hurt Chris by betraying him and his team, almost taking his sister's life, taking his partner's life, and trying to make the man's life as much as a living hell as possible.

It was then that an icy feeling pricked her heart. "Maybe Chris isn't telling me the entire story." she thought. "It's not my business, but I feel that something dark is at work within him…"

And that Albert Wesker was behind it all.


"And how are you holding up Albert?" Excella drawled on as she got even closer than she already was to the man. Her lack of personal space around him was beginning to grate on his nerves.

"Excella, have you ever corrupted an innocent soul?" She could hear the eagerness in his voice.

"I don't believe that I have Albert…I have no interest in such pastimes. Is this 'innocent soul' you speak of Chris Redfield?"

"You catch on quick. I have chosen you, after all, for a reason," he said while turning to meet her gaze. She was wishing he would finally tell her how much he also admired her, but her hopes were again dashed as he proceeded to tell her about her idea of a "little game" he would like to play with Redfield and his partner.

"That man and I have scores to settle. I still have several minutes left until I have to take my next dose. Since preparations are a little ahead, your guardian will take care of Ms. Alomar and I will take care of Chris. You, in the meantime, make sure everything is ready for the final phase of the plan."

Excella had been wondering what kind of "scores" the two men had to settle with each other, but knowing better, she pushed her curiosity aside. She didn't want the man to hurt her, especially not this far into the final stages of the plan. Whatever it was, Albert seemed to be reveling in the progression of corrupting Redfield. She wondered how much of him had already been corrupted by the man. She was sure that since Albert had cast off his human side that his heart was not able to be blacker than it already was, but she wondered about Redfield's heart. He still seemed so loyal, so determined to save the world when she had seen him. He seemed to have the eyes of a man who had many scars but was still good.

"I wonder how much of his heart will be left after you have his way with him?"

The wide smile that Wesker gave her chilled her very soul, so much so that after she saw it she laughed to mask her fear and started walking down one of the staircases. Her fake smile disappeared as soon as Wesker could no longer see her face. She knew that the man could hear her heartbeat and breathing, so she tried to regulate those as much as she could until she got to the bottom of the staircase. Being around Albert had forced her to learn a whole new level of self control and hiding emotions. She was unsure if Albert could smell her fear, but to counter that she wore extra amounts of perfume. If it had bothered him, he showed no sign of it. Cleansing the world was at hand. A little bit of perfume wasn't going to stop him in his tracks.

That man is a monster…the Devil himself! I hope I am not too deep in this hell…dance a little longer Excella…a little longer…

Sheva's voice brought her out of her musings.


"Whoever constructed the building was either on crack or an engineering genius. Why the hell is there an entire stone room on the top floor?"

Chris's mind wandered over to the most random thoughts during times of tension.

"I should write my observations in a journal…maybe even publish them one day…"

Sheva helped snap Chris back to the situation at hand.

"Excella Gionne! Stop right there!"

Excella didn't appear to be going anywhere. She slowly turned around while clapping her hands.

"Bravo!" she slowly said with a combination of admiration and mockery, both reflected on her face.

"Damn it where's Jill?" Chris's voice was rising from the leftovers of the frustration and anger he felt in the elevator.

Keep your mind focused on the situation at hand. You came here for Jill,notWesker.

Well, that was what he liked to believe.

"Hmph…Jill? Maybe I'll tell you, maybe I won't."

The cloaked lady made quite an entrance, surprising them from one of the higher levels. Both he and Sheva were stunned with the direct force of her blows. She was not only inhumanely strong, but fast too. Fortunately, Chris shot her mask off, but that was the only shot he managed to land on her before he showed up.