A/N: Thanks for the feedback, people! It's really appreciated. Anyway, first of the two endings: of course, let's go with the good news first xD This was kinda hard to write, specially Wesker. I'm not used to doing what I do in this chapter. Anyway, enjoy!^^

Disclaimer: Apply the usual here.
Note: Oliver Graves is my OC, so I do own him.

Everything happened so fast Chris had no time to actually notice it.

The only things he could feel were his hands, bathed in something warm; the glass shard he was gripping dangerously close to his side and his own heart, pounding furiously in his chest. His knees buckled, barely standing because of Wesker's grip… which went slack, setting Chris free. He fell to his knees, cold sweat and blood caked on his skin, and then he looked back. What he saw did nothing more than unsettle him.

Wesker, back against the wall, was staring in the mildest of shocks at the bloody shard piercing his side. He didn't seem to mind the pain: he only touched his hand to his wound and fixed his widening eyes upon it. His legs finally gave in and like Chris, he also slid down to the floor, his gaze not leaving his hand.

"Chris!" he heard Jill exclaim. Chris pulled her closer, picked her up in his arms, but he didn't stand up. Again, he focused on Wesker, who now was truly in shock. Blood was pooling under him; there were no attempts to stop its flow. And for the first time in their lives, Chris and Jill saw the natural emotion of a human, one that showed them what their enemy had always been.

Fear.

"I'm bleeding…" Wesker chuckled, but that fear didn't leave. "I actually thought… I couldn't do that anymore…" His face contorted in pain, flinching as his state became worse. "God, it… burns!"

"There's nothing that can save you now," Chris breathed out, trying to calm the knot in his stomach. It was not of joy, it was not of sorrow, but of true fear and shock as well.

"The last remains of the virus will keep me alive… for some time. That's something, wouldn't you say?" Wesker opened his eyes, full of amusement this time, but Chris wasn't deterred… or that's what he desperately tried to tell himself.

"Is that… fear I see in your eyes, Chris?" Wesker asked then, smiling briefly. "Are you… afraid of the death of your enemy?"

Finally, Chris dropped the act. Even though the flame of his hatred had burned for so long, he couldn't feel it anymore. Instead, he felt pity, even afraid of imagining dying after leading such an empty life as Wesker's.

"No." His tone hardened a bit. "I'm afraid of watching you die, because I know who- or rather, what is dying. An empty, hollow shell. I can't even call you a monster, because you're not even that." Wesker remained still, not looking the least angered or surprised. "Answer me this: who are you?" Chris noticed Jill looking up at him, but he paid her no attention. "I know perfectly who you are, but do you know… Wesker?"

"I do," he immediately replied, cocking his head to one side, "but… that's something I'll keep to myself." Pain seized him again, for he clutched his wound and doubled over. He coughed, blood spewing out of his lips. "I… did lose, after all."

Chris couldn't believe what he'd just heard. Wesker, admitting defeat? "Why would you admit that now, in front of us?"

"Just… this petty battle…" Wesker coughed again. His tone came hoarser, "But we will still wage… our war…" He looked up. "And victory will be mine."

"Then we'll fight," Jill intervened, her tone strong. "We've done so all these years and though we've fallen, we've learned how to stand up. Thanks to those we care about and that care about us, but not you: you've got nothing."

"Since you say… I've got nothing… then I lose nothing… but win something." Wesker was paling, losing strength; at the sight, Chris did nothing but cringe inside, even more when Wesker's next and last words came. With wide eyes, uncertain about how to feel, Chris watched the evil they'd been chasing disappear: Wesker was gone, never to rise once more.

After overcoming his awe, he looked down at Jill, who seemed tired and whose face had also paled. "Jill! Are you alright?"

"Yeah…" she replied, her voice weak. "I've lost blood, but the wounds aren't too deep. Still… they hurt like hell, to be honest."

"I bet they do."

"Oliver! Are you okay? You hurt?" asked Jill as Oliver stood.

"By some miracle, I'm not," Oliver said, rubbing his neck, eyes closed. "Though the blow knocked me out long enough to miss all this, and I don't regret it. I don't know exactly what happened, but I would've felt like a fifth wheel had I been conscious."

"Don't be an idiot. You could've helped."

Oliver's eyes suddenly grew wide. "Jesus Christ, pal!" he cried, approaching them. "We've got to take care of those wounds. Thank God we've got the med wing nearby."

"They're going to freak out when they see us," Jill teased, punching Chris' arm lightly. Oliver offered Chris a serious look, and he understood: Oliver lifted Jill up and they started for the med wing. "How come nobody came in?"

"Because I told them not to, under any circumstance," said Oliver, then pulled a face in regret. "Though I didn't expect it to turn out this way, truth be told. I'm sorry."

"It's okay." Chris shrugged lightly. "I expected something, but not of this calibre."

Silence… then, "So he's gone? For sure now?"

Jill answered in Chris' stead with a firm 'Yes', but he knew she was lying. It wasn't over yet: it would never be until they were still alive. The pain and the suffering would never go away as long as they could still remember it. Wesker would never leave as long as they were alive, as long as they remembered him. The war hadn't ended, just the battle, a battle that had lasted thirteen long years.

Fifteen minutes later, he and Jill had received treatment. Fifteen minutes later –no, thirteen years-, Chris could finally look up at Jill and smile, hope replacing hatred.

"I'll… go to Hell, surely, but I'll be back… I've already been there, and I know my way out. What I win… is immortality."

That's what Wesker had said. It somehow suited him due to his god-complex… but it also suited them because of their unwavering and deep friendship.

We've both won this time, Wesker, but not the next. As long as Jill and I are together, we'll still be one step ahead of you.

Our game has started, and we move first.

A/N: Next up, the other outcome.

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