Ch 1

Chris has met the usurper of Umbrella. What are effects of Jackson's new creation?

No longer human

The two landed in a huge tank of water with separate splashes. The tank seemed to twenty feet deep and twenty feet wide, made up of a foot of glass. After a few seconds, the two surfaced, gasping for air. Wesker's sunglasses were missing from his face. Chris yelped in pain as he felt something cut into his left leg.

"What happened?" Wesker asked, swimming over to him.

"Something cut into my—AAAHH!"

A searing pain tore his legs. Wesker looked around and his eyes widened in realization. The two were in a huge pool... filled with the M-virus! Chris's screams brought him back to the present.

"This... really... hurts!" Chris hissed in sheer agony.

"AHAHAHAHAHA! It's perfect! It works!" came Jackson's wicked laugh.

Wesker whipped around to the front of the tank and saw the madman laughing like the maniac he was. Suddenly, his right leg was cut into and he winced in pain. His eyes widened as he realized he was being infected as well! He fought back the urge to scream as well as the mutation took place.

"Jackson, you traitorous— GAAH!"

His insult was cut short by a sudden wave of pain that shot through his legs. He looked down and his legs beginning to, what looked like, 'sewing' themselves together. His feet extended into a huge, webbed fin. His legs took on a flesh colored tail that bled into grayish-black. His crimson yellow eyes bled into all black, much like a shark's. His teeth turned into razor sharp teeth. His nails grew out an inch and a half. The pain finally subsided and he slid beneath the surface of the liquid, exhausted from fighting the pain. Chris was already unconscious. His tail was a dark green, but his eye color was unknown.

"Perfect... it worked," Jackson whispered with sadistic glee.

He left the room and the electronic door shut behind him. Wesker shoved back the fatigue and looked over at Chris. He could kill him right then and there and make his escape. But... Redfield was just as much of a lab rat as he was. He also realized that he could breathe just fine like he did on land. Looking at his new appendage, he moved it slightly to get a sense of which way to move. It moved from side to side like a fish's tail. Getting himself up off the floor, he swam to Chris, getting used to the feeling of the tail.

"Redfield," he said, shaking him by the shoulder.

No response. He was out cold. Growling to himself, he swam to the surface and looked around. All he saw were three air vents and a couple of cameras. Other than that, it was just a dull colored room. He looked up to the ceiling and saw the crease of the trap door where they fell through. There had to be an escape somewhere. He couldn't tell how big those vents were, but he kept them as possible escape routes. But, there were the cameras. No doubt Jackson or some guards were watching them from another room. Fatigue came back to him and he slid underneath the surface and leaned against the tank wall across from the sleeping brunette.

Looking at him, he realized how peaceful he was when he's asleep. He vigorously shook his head of the thought. That was his enemy for goodness sake! He sighed in annoyance and slowly closed his eyes as sleep took over him.

He awoke several hours later to find stormy blue eyes staring back at him. Wesker's eyes snapped open and his left hand lashed out, scratching whoever was before him.

"AAH! What the hell, Wesker?" the figure shouted.

Wesker realized who he just attacked. Chris held his cheek where the claws connected, blood flowing out in tiny wisps. The scratches soon healed up, to the surprise of the brunette. Wesker rolled his eyes and got up, floating inches off the floor.

"Just be glad I didn't ram my hand through your chest. You deserved that," he snipped.

"What was that?" Chris snapped, ready to strangle him.

"Now, now, my rats. No need to fight," came Jackson's voice as he came in.

As they surfaced, Wesker bore his teeth as an animalistic growl emitted from his throat.

"We're NOT your rats!" Chris snapped.

From the corner of his eye, Wesker saw the brunette's teeth. They were close to those of a barracuda, but without the crookedness in the mouth; razor sharp and ready to tear through prey.

"You will be as long as you remain here in my lab. There's no escape for those who become my latest test subjects. You two were perfect," Jackson smirked.

The two boys growled at the scientist, but Jackson chuckled before leaving again. The two slipped underneath the surface, anger simmering.

"He's right. We're trapped here," Chris sighed angrily.

"Not quite. While you were asleep, I saw three vents above us. I don't know how big there are, but I considered them possible escape routes. I know we have... history between us, but we must call a truce if we are to get out alive. Agreed?" Wesker said, sticking his hand.

Chris hesitated for a moment, but finally, the two shook on it. They looked to the vents above them and thought of a plan.

'How are we going to get up there anyway? Unless Wesker tosses me up, I can't reach up there,' Chris thought.

'That... may not be a bad idea, Redfield,' Wesker replied.

Their eyes widened as they realized what just happened. They looked to each other in shock; they heard each other's thoughts!

'Maybe those who have the M-virus can communicate through thought. This gives us a slight edge,' Wesker said.

'Now Jackson can't hear what we're saying!' Chris smirked.

In the other room, a guard snoozed in his chair, lost in a deep slumber. In the tank room, Chris was slowly building speed by swimming around the tank. Faster and faster he became, Wesker patiently waited near the surface. He followed Chris with his eyes, sensing him gaining momentum. After a moment...

'NOW!' Wesker shouted.

Chris darted for the surface, giving it all he had. Wesker snatched his wrist and with one mighty heave, he burst through the surface and soared high into the air. A smile broke out on his face as gravity reclaimed him and he splashed back into the tank.

'The vents are big enough for us! We can get out!' he exclaimed.

Wesker nodded and swam to the bottom. Calling upon the T-virus, he took off in an inhuman burst of speed and shot out of the tank. He grabbed the bars and disabled the cameras nearby. Digging his claws into the wall, he wrenched the vent bars free and tossed them down into the tank. As he pulled himself up, the searing pain in his legs came back, almost making him let go.

'Wesker, what's going on?'

'It's the virus! It's acting up again!'

His tail began convulsing and Wesker bit back a scream. Just as he got into the shaft, his tail was coming apart and separated back into legs. His normal clothes were no longer there. Instead, a black tank top and black jeans took their place, along with black shoes. The pain was gone as soon as it came and Wesker panted. His black eyes became their usual crimson yellow cat eyes. Suddenly, he looked down and saw an almost unnoticeable fin on each arm, both painted almost silver.

'Wesker, are you alright?'

'... I'm fine. Hurry and get out. But a word of warning; as soon as you get out, get into the shaft because the virus is going to wear off.'

Chris regained his momentum and shot out and climbed into the shaft. Sure enough, the virus wore off. He hissed in agony as his tail vanished. He also no longer had his normal clothes. A dark green t-shirt and dark blue jeans took their place, along with black combat boots. His stormy blue eyes returned to their brown ones. On his arms were the same things, but painted dark green.

"Let's get out of here," Chris whispered.

"Not without getting some weapons first," Wesker replied before going ahead.

To Chris's surprise, the vents were big enough to crouch down or crawl. They peeked through different patches of light in order to find the armory in this place. Finally, Wesker signaled to Chris that he found the place they were looking for. Wrenching the bars loose, he jumped down first, followed by Chris. They looked around and both saw something... guns, bearing the symbol from S.T.A.R.S.

"Not only a madman, but a thief too. He must've salvaged them when S.T.A.R.S. broke apart," Chris growled.

"Take what you can and let's go," Wesker said.

As they searched about, Wesker found his old friend, Samurai Edge. Picking it, he smiled slightly at the familiar weight in his hand. The symbol had since worn off, leaving only traces. He smirked as cocked it. It still had some rounds in it from their last mission. He looked around and found a box of handgun bullets. He found a tactical vest and slipped it on. He haven't placed one on in years. He placed the bullets in one of the pouches and continued looking. After ten minutes, both had picked a handgun, a shotgun and semi-auto sniper rifle, along with boxes of ammo.

Suddenly, the door opened and in came a soldier.

"What the—"

Wesker shot him with his Samurai Edge between the eyes, killing him instantly.

"Let's move!" Wesker said.

Before they did, Chris stopped him by placing a hand on his shoulder. "After we get out, you've got a lot of explaining to do. I want to know how you survived Kijuju," he said with a glare.

"You will get your answers... in due time. Right now, we need to go," Wesker replied before the two dashed out.

In his office, Jackson was in the middle of his work when a guard burst in.

"SIR! We have a problem!"

"What is so important—"

"Wesker and Redfield have escaped!" the guard blurted out.

Jackson's eyes widened in shock. How could they escape the tank? It was nearly impossible. Then, his face contorted into anger.

"GET THEM BACK! THEY MUST NOT ESCAPE!" he screamed, pounding his fists on his desk.