Well, here's your second chapter. I hope you like it, and don't forget to review. *.~
D* I do not own Resident Evil/Biohazard or any of the its characters.
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They pulled apart quickly, and Jill gasped.
"My leg!"
A piece of the glass had pierced her just above the top of her boot. She bit her lip tightly and shut her eyes as Chris examined it.
Chris's eyes were widening as he looked over the deep wound. "Brace yourself," he ordered, reaching for the shard. She gripped his shoulder tightly, hissing when she felt him pull it out. He looked up at her grimly.
"Jill, you're infected. We had better get you out of here." He picked her up in his arms.
"Do you have an aid spray?"
She shook her head. "I didn't bring one. I figured you might have."
He shook his head and exited the hut in a hurry.
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He could feel her heart beating against his chest as he ran. He couldn't find the helicopter, and her breaths were getting shorter.
He set her down on the ground, now more concerned than ever.
"I need you to stay calm, Jill."
Suddenly, the door of the hut slammed shut, and they both turned; there was no one outside, and they couldn't see anything through the dirty windows.
"I'll go investigate. You stay here." Chris looked into her eyes, and he smiled at her mischievously. "Hey, Jill, just so you know… I love you."
He sprinted off before she could answer, feeling like a great weight had been lifted from his heart.
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"In here, Chris," a deep voice called from inside the hut. When the door didn't budge, Chris kicked it open.
"Wesker!?"
"I told you we would meet again, Chris." Albert Wesker's serpentine eyes locked on him. He gave him a deadly grin.
"What the hell are you doing here!?" He stepped back, giving himself room to run if he had to.
"What did you do to yourself?" The STARS member asked the former captain.
"Since you killed Alexia and Alfred, you have saved me so much trouble. I thought I'd come down and thank you personally. And I couldn't help but see how Jill got the T-Virus into her system." He laughed.
"How deserving! You came to take something that doesn't belong to you, and now she'll die for it! But," he added slowly, "not without doing me a little favor first."
Chris glared at him suspiciously. "What are you talking about?"
"The T-Virus that she has running through her veins is the last of my work! Unfortunately for her, that one was not yet perfected. But now, Chris, you will get to see our dear Jill turn into a zombie. Unless, of course, I kill you first."
His hand shot out with superhuman speed, and he pinned Chris against the wall. He moved close, and Chris saw his eyes for a brief moment as the moonlight hit his shades; they were gleaming with an inhuman light.
"Chris!" Jill yelled from the doorway. She had her arm wrapped tightly across her stomach. "Let him go, Wesker."
Wesker turned his attention to her and let Chris fall to the floor.
"Jill, how sad it is to see you like this." He neared her, menacingly.
Behind him, Chris picked up an infected shard of glass, careful not to cut himself with it.
"Just leave us alone, you coward!" Jill said steadily.
He was by her side before she could think, and had grabbed her by the throat. "That is not the way you should address your captain," he taunted, as she tried in vain to pull away from his vise-like grip.
Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain as Chris drove the glass into his side. He let Jill go, and she fell back against the wall, coughing. Chris quickly moved to her side.
"What the hell?" Wesker pulled the glass out of his side and stared at it in amazement. "No!" he hissed, throwing it aside.
"Chris, watch out!" Jill cried, as Wesker ran at him. Enraged, he punched Chris across the face. He flew across the room and hit the wall with a sickening thud.
He scrambled to his feet, and just barely dodged Wesker's next attack. It was then that he noticed that Jill had passed out.
"Jill!"
He looked around desperately, and his eyes landed on the fireplace. Thinking quickly, he reached for it and closed his hand around an iron poker, just as Wesker closed the distance between them. With a grunt, he stabbed the poker deep into his leg.
Wesker cried out furiously, and staggered back. It gave Chris just enough time to scramble away.
He took the unconscious Jill in his arms and ran out of the hut, not bothering to look back.
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