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Chapter 2

Jill awoke on the hard concrete floor of the lab, her head pounding. She was happy when she woke up, just coming out of a dream about her, Chris, and Barry playing cards in the old days. It didn't take long for her to remember her predicament- Wesker, his plans, and her capture. "I wish I had died," she whispered, curling into a ball.

"Good morning, darling Jill. How are you today?" Wesker taunted over the intercom.

"Go to Hell," she muttered, finally sitting up. She was going to make sure he didn't see any weakness in her whatsoever.

Wesker studied Jill through the window looking into the lab. She was a beautiful woman, he couldn't deny that, but she was stubborn- too stubborn for his liking. While her strong resolve was a small turn on for him, he didn't like having anyone oppose him, even if it was a woman like Jill. He had always thought humans' primal urges were their weakness, and it angered him that he thought of Jill in any way other than a plaything. Still, he had saved her life for a reason, the simple reason that he couldn't bare to see her die. It was weak. He knew it was weak, but Wesker justified himself. I want what I want, and I want Jill, he thought. Why should I deny myself something I desire?

Wesker thought back to the mansion incident in the Arklay Mountains. He remembered Jill finding him- all of them did in the end, but it was Jill's reaction he remembered the most. She had such a look of horror and betrayal on her face. Doesn't she understand I want the best for humanity? Wesker was the best for humanity even if Jill had trouble seeing that. How he loved the smack of his hand against her face and the fear in her eyes as he unveiled the Tyrant. Wesker felt like he was two men. On one hand, he hated humanity, and though he had plans to save it, his plans involved him as a god with the Las Plagas virus to control the population. He had planned to kill Jill with the Tyrant, yet at the last second he stepped in front of the Tyrant. Of course, he knew that he wouldn't die, but he sacrificed himself to give Jill time to run. Jill didn't realize it, but she was the only keeping the monster inside him from taking complete control.

Wesker wanted Jill. Every god needs a consort, he thought. But he couldn't keep Jill like this. He'd hurt her too easily. No, she needed to be stronger. She needed to be like him. "Excella!" he called. Excella rushed into the room. Wesker and Excella had met years before when she was just an employee at Tricell. She was immediately attracted to Wesker and instead of him pushing her away like he did with other women, Wesker became closer to Excella. He realized the advantage of having a contact inside Tricell, and Excella was only too willing to help him. Wesker knew that Excella was a beautiful woman, but he couldn't feel anything but a slight distaste for her. She was far too easily manipulated and arrogant in what little power she had. Excella was pathetic. Of course, any other man would think different. Excella appeared to be a sexy, confident, trust worthy woman to them, and they lavished gifts and information on her- but most importantly information.

"Yes Wesker?" she asked in her husky voice, leaning seductively against the desk where Wesker sat deep in thought. Excella was forever attempting to seduce Wesker, but he was too smart and in control to ever give in to her advances.

"I need you to ready the cryogenic sleep chamber," Wesker said.

Excella's heart stopped. She followed Wesker's eyes over to Jill and stammered, "Wesker, you surely don't mean to put her in the chamber?" Excella had been hoping that Wesker would decide to make herself more like him. She was holding out for her own time in cryogenic sleep.

Wesker's eyes showed no humor as he chuckled, "Excella, usually so in control. What happened?"

Excella rushed from the room filled with anger and hate. She would ready the chamber for Jill, but first the bitch would pay.

Wesker felt no amusement in his dealings with Excella. Usually he would find humor in her pain, but instead he felt nothing. She was becoming a liability, and he would have to deal with her accordingly. Soon Jill would be like him, and then maybe she would understand the opportunities power could offer her.

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