Chapter 1: The Monster Lives
Author's Note: Okay, so I couldn't wait any longer and I just really wanted to get this up. I'm nervous and excited about this; nervous—this is the first FF that I'm writing that isn't focused on Creva and excited—I like where this story is going and I like the plot, details and original characters that I came up with. The first half of this chapter is not my most favorite, mainly because of the way I wrote it, but it gets the story going in the direction it needs to go. Hope you all enjoy and I'll see you in the bottom A/N!
Side note: I know this story is very farfetched and I know some people will say that these characters aren't like that or this would never happen. Well, that's why it's on FanFiction and not in the game.
-Sarai
Disclaimer: Resident Evil belongs to Capcom. The plot and original characters belong to me.
Sheva woke up in a jolt and quickly grabbed for her neck. She felt her skin and realized that no cut had been made and that she could feel no blood. She looked around the room suspiciously and confirmed that she was in no immediate danger, so fell back onto the bed and sighed heavily.
"You're alright, calm down," she told herself.
For the past week, ever since she completed her mission in Kijuju, she'd been having a nightmare every night for the whole night. She'd wake up every hour panting and clutching for her neck. Then she'd realize she was fine and force herself to go back to sleep. She hated being in such a frantic and stressful state.
The dream always started when Sheva returned home after completing her mission in Kijuju:
When Sheva made it back to base, she was greeted by a ton of her fellow soldiers. They gave her huge hugs and patted her back numerous times, saying how proud they were of her and that they knew she could do it. After about half an hour of this, she finally sneaked away from the crowd and rushed to the privacy and silence of her home.
When she made it to her front door, she noted how cold the atmosphere was. She thought for a minute but pushed the fear and idea that danger was around away and put her key in the lock and turned it. She closed the door behind her and tossed her keys in the bowl that was sitting by the front door.
"Home," Sheva breathed as plopped down on the soft dark blue corduroy couch. She could feel her eyelids becoming heavy and soon she was drifting off.
Her eyes shot open when she felt the pressure in the room thicken and quickly stood. She scanned the living room, but saw nothing or no one. She checked the kitchen, but again nothing. She stood at the landing of the dark wood staircase that was leading up to the second floor to her bedroom. She took a deep breath and quietly took steps up the staircase.
Once she got to the top and was now standing on the second floor, she walked straight for her bedroom. It was empty from what the eye could see. She shook her head and rubbed her forehead.
"You're losing it, Alomar," she said softly.
She puffed air from her lungs and walked over to her dresser and grabbed a pair of matching underwear and headed for the bathroom that was connected to her bedroom. She turned on the lights and placed her garments on the counter and leaned over the bathtub to turn on the shower. She peeled off her lavender top and pushed off her pants and soon followed with her underwear and boots. Once she was nude, she stepped into her shower and sighed in relief as the hot water soothed her tired body.
She lathered the shampoo in her scalp and hummed a lullaby to herself. As she was rinsing the soap from her hair, she heard a click come from her bedroom. It sounded like a door shutting. She quickly washed all the soap off her body and hair and turned off the water. She stepped out and dried herself with shaky hands. She wrapped the towel around her body and slowly walked into her bedroom. It was empty; like the rest of the house. But her breath hitched in her throat when she noticed her bedroom door was closed. She couldn't remember closing the door before she got into the shower.
She clutched onto the towel around her body and rushed towards the door and opened it quickly. A brush of wind breezed onto her damp face and hair when the door swung open. She was met with an empty door way. No one was standing there, no one waiting to attack. She growled under breath and slammed the door shut. She rested her forehead on the wood and squeezed her eyes shut.
"No one's there. Let it go," she said to herself.
"You talk to yourself a lot, do you know that?"
Sheva whipped around instantly and gasped when she saw a tall silhouette leaning against the wall opposite from her. It was too dark to make out any details of this intruder, but the voice was most definitely recognizable. She blinked a few times, but her eyes refused to make out who it was on the other side of the room. She could feel her heartbeat quicken and her nerves tingling with fear.
"The little agent is scared," the deep voice said.
"I'm not scared! Come into the light so I can see you," Sheva demanded, but was disappointed when her voice quavered.
She could hear an evil cackle fill the room and heard footsteps come closer. She gasped when she saw the tall, lean figure come into view. Wesker stood straight and strong and held his chin high in the air as if to show his superiority.
"Your heartbeat deceives you. I can hear it. Do not fight the fear you have."
Sheva stepped back in a hurry but nearly squealed when she felt the cold wooden door on her back. She shook her head in disbelief but never took her eyes off Wesker.
"You're dead. We killed you! This isn't real and you aren't real."
He laughed the evil laugh again and took more steps towards her until he stood right in front of her, nearly pressing up against her. "Why, Ms. Spencer, you can't kill a God."
Sheva squinted up at him and replayed his words in her head. "What did you call me?"
Wesker pressed up against her with his own body and leaned down to her ear. "Ms. Alomar. What do you think I called you?"
Sheva tried to lean away and escape his presence, but he was pushing into her too hard, she could barely even move. She turned her head to the side to try to get as much space away from his shaded eyes. "No, you called me Spencer. Why did you call me that?"
"That's not important. What is—"
"Why did you call me that?" she repeated.
Wesker was obviously irritated that she interrupted him. He growled into her ear and grabbed her jaw, forcing her to look at him. He studied her frighten expression but was amused that she looked into his sunglasses with determination. He pulled out a small knife from the belt that held his leather pants around his waist and trailed the tip of the knife up her arm and admired her caramel colored skin.
He made a 'tsk' sound, "It's a shame I have to kill you. You'd be quite the lovely plaything."
"I'd rather die a million times before I let you touch me," she said in an angry voice. She was pleased that the anger was strong and evident.
He gave her the most devilish grin. "I'm touching you now."
Sheva struggled when she felt his hand rub against her side and caress her curves. She used all the strength she had in her and tried to push him away. However, she failed miserably. She spat at him and immediately regretted it. She felt the cold steel of the knife he held push against her throat. She stopped struggling and stood as still as she ever could and stared into his dark sunglasses.
Wesker brought a hand to his cheek and wiped away her saliva. He pressed his body and knife harder against her and crushed his lips onto hers.
Sheva didn't move an inch. She could feel the knife daring to break her skin and she had no chance of pushing Wesker away. She stood like a mannequin and gave no reaction to his forceful kiss. He pulled away and scoffed at her blank expression.
"You're a hard one to please," he stated. "Well, I wish I could have given you more time, my dear, but I really must be going. Any last words?"
Instead of saying anything, Sheva reached up and removed his glasses. She could feel her spine shiver when she looked into his glowing red, feline-like eyes. She furrowed her brows as she scrutinized his features.
Wesker watched her shifting eyes and sighed impatiently. "Did you want to see what a God looked like before you died, little agent?"
Sheva stared deep into his eyes and raised her chin to allow the knife a quick kill. "No. I wanted to see what a monster looked like."
Wesker growled loudly and plunged the knife into her supple skin. She could feel blood running down her neck trailing down onto her chest. She felt no pain and her vision was quickly becoming blurry. She said goodbye to the world in security of her mind and then everything went black.
And that's when Sheva would wake up. She'd wake up with sweat covering her body and her body heavy with fear. Sure she was relieved to realize it was all a dream, but while she was awake she'd have this uneasy feeling. This had been going on for a week and she was tired of it.
Sheva got out of bed and headed for the bathroom, brushed her teeth and washed her face with soap and water. She stared at her reflection in the mirror above the sink and tried to convince herself that it was all a dream. Really it was. Right?
She pushed the images to the back of her head and walked back into her room. She glanced at the clock and didn't think anything about it. Then she did a double take and realized that she was late. Late to say goodbye to Chris and Jill as they were headed back for America. She quickly got dressed and snatched her keys and headed for the base.
Once she got to the BSAA base, she noticed both Chris and Jill talking to Josh. She calmly walked over to the trio and smiled warmly. Chris was the first to notice Sheva coming towards them and he returned her smile.
"So, today's the big day, huh?" Sheva asked when she was close enough.
Jill and Josh turned around and said hello to Sheva.
"I don't know if it's that big," Jill said with a smile.
"Well, I'm sad to see you two go," Sheva said truthfully.
"We're sad to leave," Chris chimed in.
Sheva nodded sadly and talked with Jill for a small while. Jill was showing great improvement physically. She looked and from what she said, she was healthy. She was happy to go back to America and be on a familiar land. But she admitted that she was going to miss Africa and the people here.
"But being here," Jill said, "It reminds me too much of what I did."
Sheva patted her shoulder affectionately, "It wasn't really you, Jill. Don't blame yourself, okay?"
Jill nodded. "It's just what he made me do…what Wesker made me do…"
Wesker. Sheva was frozen when Jill spoke that name. Images of her dream, the feeling of the cold knife on her neck, the sensation of his lips on hers…
"Sheva?"
Sheva shook her head and looked at Jill. "Sorry, just spazzing out."
"Since when does Sheva Alomar spaz out?" Chris asked with a chuckle.
Sheva turned to him, "Since today apparently."
She looked to the ground and fiddled with her fingers. She was slightly embarrassed that she zoned out when Jill was talking to her and even more embarrassed that she zoned out to think about Albert Wesker.
"You look tired," Josh inquired.
Sheva tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, "Thanks for noticing."
"Just thought I'd let you know," Josh said with a smile. "Well, it was wonderful to work with you both and I hope we see you again in the future."
Chris and Jill both nodded and thanked him. Josh said farewell and walked off to do his work. Jill was feeling slightly tired and excused herself, saying she wanted to rest until their flight left. Now Chris and Sheva stood alone, looking at each other.
"You must be happy to go back to America after all of that," Sheva said breaking the silence.
"I guess. I don't know. I think I just need a vacation."
Sheva laughed, "I think we all need a vacation."
Chris nodded. "So, what are you going to do now?"
Sheva sighed and thought for a minute. "I guess help with the cleanup in Kijuju."
"I'm sorry I can't stay to help out. I wish I could, but Jill wants to go back to America and I can't let her go alone."
"It's okay, Chris. Don't worry about it. It'll be all cleaned up in no time." Without realizing Sheva rubbed at her neck and let out a small sigh.
"Are you alright?" Chris asked in concern.
"Huh? Oh, yeah, I'm fine. Why?"
"It's just you do look tired and you seem worried in a way."
"Really, I'm okay," she said a little quickly.
He narrowed his eyes at her, "What is it, Sheva?"
"It's nothing. Don't worry so much."
Chris grabbed her hand, "C'mon, tell me."
Sheva looked down at their joined hands and sighed. "Alright, but can we talk in private?"
"Sure." They found an empty office and Chris turned to her and said, "So what's bothering you?"
Sheva sat down in one of the two leather chairs and motioned for Chris to sit down in the other across from her. He sat down and waited for her to say something. "I think Wesker is still alive," she said bluntly.
"What? What makes you think that? He's dead, Sheva. We killed him," he replied defensively.
"I know, but I just have this feeling that he's still around."
"Well, he's not. He died in that volcano and he's not coming back."
"But Chris—"
"Not buts, Sheva, he's dead," Chris insisted standing up.
Sheva stood and looked up at him. "Chris, I wouldn't tell you if it wasn't really bothering me. Please, you have to believe me."
Chris rubbed her arm, "I do believe you, but I think that you're worrying about nothing."
Sheva's head hung and she rubbed her temples. "I feel like he's watching me…"
Chris raised his hand to her cheek and brought her to look at him. "Sheva, whatever you're feeling involving him isn't real. He's dead. And if he was still alive, I wouldn't let him touch you. Okay?"
Sheva parted her lips to speak but found no words to say. She searched in his eyes for an understanding, but he had already made up his mind and believed Wesker to be dead. Sheva sighed heavily and shut her eyes.
Chris rubbed his thumb on her cheek bone and watched as she breathed slowly and carefully. He leaned in slowly and kissed her lips softly. He brought his other hand to the small of her back and pulled her closer.
Sheva was surprised to be kissing Chris Redfield but she was flattered and pleased by his spontaneity. After a second of realizing that he wasn't pulling away, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back. The kiss deepened quickly and his hands started roaming her body. He trailed kisses down her neck and held her body against his tightly.
Sheva was in bliss. Her eyes were closed and she focused on the feeling of Chris's soft kisses on her neck. She giggled when she felt his hand sneak up under her shirt and trailed his fingertips up her spine. She pulled away slightly and brought his lips to hers.
"I think you have a plane to catch," she said with her lips against his.
Chris pouted and pulled away. "I don't have to go…"
She laughed softly and ran her fingertips along his jaw and cheek bone. "Jill needs you right now. This isn't the last time we'll see each other, you know."
"I know," he said with a frown. "I'll be checking up on you."
"Mm, I don't doubt you will."
Chris kissed her forehead and led her out of the office. He checked his watch and sure enough, his flight was leaving soon. He turned to Sheva and gave her hand a squeeze. "I'll call you as soon as I land. And stop worrying about Wesker, alright?"
Sheva nodded slowly, "Alright. I'll be seeing you."
He leaned down and pecked her lips. She wrapped her arms around his waist and hugged him tightly.
"Have a safe flight," she said with her cheek pressed against his chest.
"I will. And be careful. Don't get into any trouble or danger."
They reluctantly said their goodbyes and she waved Chris and Jill off. She didn't know what would become of her new found romance with Chris, but she hoped it would blossom and become something more. But first, she needed to wrap her mind around how that all just happened. She had a smile on her face as she worked a little bit around the base.
She was allowed time off and would be due back to work in a few days, but she was afraid to go home and face the silence that awaited her. Even though she had talked about her fear of Albert Wesker to someone, she still felt that she was being watched. She knew it was silly to be even thinking that he might still be alive. Of course the monster was dead. He fell into a volcano and then had a rocket blown in his face. What kind of man would live through that?
'He's not a man though,' Sheva thought to herself. She caught herself pondering the idea that he could still be alive again and shook her head to rid the contagious thoughts.
Maybe she did need to go home. Maybe read a book or clean up the place. Anything to get her mind off him. She said goodbye to her fellow soldiers and agents and headed back home. When she walked inside the house, she was happy to feel that it was warm and bright inside; nothing like her nightmares. She walked up her stairs and into her bedroom to grab her book that she kept putting off reading. The book was 'Beauty' by Susan Wilson. It was a modern romance retelling of 'Beauty and The Beast'. To be honest, Sheva really had no interest in reading it. But Josh's fiancée insisted that she try this one out; telling her that she needed some romance in her warrior life style and literature was the most convenient way.
She really never read it, but now that she needed to get her mind off things, it was the perfect distraction. She grabbed the paperback novel and trotted down stairs to the comfortable couch she never truly got to enjoy for the fact that she was always working or on missions. She cracked open the book and began reading.
Sheva's eyes shot open. She had the nightmare again and unconsciously grabbed for her neck. She sighed and slowly sat up, but jumped when she heard a 'thunk' sound on the floor next to her. She looked down and realized that the book she had been reading had fallen off her lap and dropped to the floor. She must have fallen asleep while reading the romantic literature and laid it on her lap when she was dozing off. She grabbed the book and placed it on the coffee table. Her hand shook when she heard a tapping sound coming from upstairs.
She looked at the staircase with wide eyes and gulped the lump in her throat. "Just a dream, Alomar," she told herself.
She slowly stood and walked up the staircase to inspect what was causing the sound. She walked into her room and noticed the window was open. The tapping sound was coming from the blinds being blown by the breeze and then they'd hit the window sill when the breeze would stop. She closed the window and recalled that she had never opened this window. She rubbed her temples and took deep breaths.
"It's alright. Calm down. Nothing's wrong." She repeated this to herself a few times.
"You talk to yourself a lot, do you know that?"
Sheva didn't bother turning around. She squeezed her eyes shut and rubbed her temples violently. "Just a dream. Go away. Wake up, Sheva!"
She jumped when she felt a hand grip onto her arm and her breath became shallow. The feeling was different from when he'd touch her in her dream. She could never feel warmth in her dream. But now she could feel the slightest of heat on her skin where he was gripping onto her. She slowly turned around and there he was; tall, blonde, dressed in leather, and wearing his signature black sunglasses. She took a step backward but whimpered in fright when she felt the window sill press into her back. It was just like the dream.
"You're not real. This is just a dream," she told herself more than to him.
"Oh, but dear, it's not. It is I, Albert Wesker, in the flesh."
Sheva noted that he wasn't coming near her. He stayed where he was but kept a territorial gaze on her. "You're dead. I saw you die."
Wesker chuckled under his breath and leaned ever so slightly towards her. He smirked at her with his pearly white teeth. The smile wasn't kind or evil. It was an amused grin.
"Why, Ms. Alomar, you can't kill a God."
Author's note: Oooh, so much happening in this chapter! Chris and Sheva have the hots for each other, she dreams about Wesker and then he shows up for real, and he called her a Spencer (well, in her dream he did)… Weird, weird, weird! I know this chapter was pretty long, but the others won't be so lengthy. I just had no idea where to cut this in half!
In the next chapter, Sheva wakes up in an unfamiliar place and realizes Wesker has taken her prisoner. And we get a big 'what?!' moment at the end of the next chapter. Also, a new original character is introduced and to be honest, this story will have a decent amount of original characters. :D
Please leave a review and favorite/follow or whatever you feel like doing, just be nice! Haha. I will see you all on Tuesday.
-Sarai