-Right to Play God-
He raised his gun and aimed it at Wesker. The man slowed to a stop on the staircase without turning. His accented voice spoke slow, extending each word as if anything he said was too important to be spoken any differently.
"Don't you ever tire of failing in your mission, Chris?"
"I can't let you release the virus, Wesker," was all he said in reply.
The man took time turning his head to look at them. He fixed his eyes on him. An eerie smile embodied his face before he fully turned around.
"Do you honestly think you can defeat me?" Wesker asked, very rhetorical.
"I don't know. But I won't stop trying until I'm dead," he retorted, serious.
The formerly presumed dead man chuckled in a disturbing manner. "Then I guess I'll just have to kill you quickly."
Wesker removed his dark sunglasses and stared hard at him. For the first time, the others could see he had red-yellow eyes. It would only further enhance his dangerous appearance to them. Good. They should be aware of the danger they were in.
"Catch."
He stared, confused. "Huh?"
Wesker threw the sunglasses. Startled, he stepped back and caught them without thought. He frowned at what he held and heard a shout of warning. The dangerous man was suddenly in front of him.
The enemy grabbed the arm holding his gun and pulled it to the side before delivering a punch to Chris's stomach. An elbow hit him under the chin. When the members of his team opened fire, Wesker literally kicked off of Chris's chest, sending him painfully to the floor. Back-flipping through the air and away, he watched him as he saw while Wesker attacked him, he also retrieved his sunglasses. The man put them on.
Chris and his team already knew how fast and strong Wesker was, but the others were shocked. He could understand since Wesker moved with a speed that made it seem as though he was disappearing and reappearing in different parts of the room. He was dodging the soldiers' bullets with ease while he flipped, dove, and spun throughout the room. Chris was back on his feet in time to see Wesker grab Josh up by the neck with one gloved hand holding him aloft.
"No!" the BSAA agent yelled when he saw Wesker flexing his free hand.
He knew what Wesker was going to do and he was too late to help his comrade. Wesker drove his fist through Josh's chest and out the other side. Without a hint of remorse, he pulled his hand back out and dropped the body to the floor. Chris didn't have time to mourn his friend, he opened fire on the killer, as did the other soldiers. Although Agent Anderson and his three men were armed, they made no move to help. They were like the other bystanders, too shocked by the man's abilities to do anything. It wasn't until the threat involved them did they begin to react.
Chris's gun was knocked from his hand but he was saved from further attack when Wesker jumped away in order to avoid the other soldiers' bullets. Dry clicks echoed throughout the room. All three had run out of ammunition at nearly the same time. Forgetting his gun for the moment, Chris ran at Wesker when the man landed graceful a few feet away. He shoved at him with all his strength. Wesker slid maybe a foot before he stopped moving. He was far too strong for him and knew it. He smiled at the attempt and latched onto Chris, ramming his knee in his stomach twice. Spinning and sending him across the room, the BSAA agent slammed into the left railing of the staircase.
He fell to his hands and knees on the floor with a grunt of pain. Chris spotted his gun on the right by his hand and grabbed it, leaping to his feet. Himself armed, and the other soldiers now finished reloading their weapons, Wesker disappeared in a blur and reappeared behind the teenager. He grabbed the girl and pulled her away from the others, toward the wall on the right side of the room. He held her with an arm locked around her neck and the other wrenching one of her arms behind her back. The grip looked painful and she struggled frantically.
"Claire!" the man he assumed was her father called to her, fearful and alarmed.
"Let go of me!" she yelled in fury.
Wesker simply ignored her, his eyes locked on Chris, who approached with his weapon aimed toward them. He didn't dare come closer than a couple yards from the two.
"Why are you doing this? What could possibly make you want to destroy the world?" he asked.
He just couldn't understand why Wesker would want to do such a thing. His remaining three soldiers fanned out behind Chris, their assault rifles aimed at the man with his hostage as well. He got his answer.
"Every day mankind leads itself closer to its own destruction. I'm not destroying the world, I'm merely saving it."
"You're insane!" he shouted.
His declaration was ignored. "I will spread the virus into the atmosphere and once the world is infected, only those deemed worthy will survive and grow stronger. A race of superhumans will emerge and I will be the creator!"
"You're delusional, Wesker! Living with your god complex, you're nothing but a monster."
He smiled. "The right to play God... That right is now mine."
"Let her go, Wesker! Let's finish this. I'm not going to let you release the virus. I'll put an end to this now."
His enemy shoved Claire at him, running to the stairs. Chris caught her before she could fall down. Her father rushed over to take her from the agent, who turned back to Wesker on the stairs.
"Wesker!" he angrily shouted.
He got a chillingly wicked laugh in return. "Six billion cries of agony will birth a new balance. Unfortunately, you will not live to see the dawn."
A hooded and cloaked figure came walking in through one of the front doors right then. The door closed with a resounding thud behind the person as he or she walked toward them. The hooded figure kept their head down and stood next to Wesker without much sound. When he didn't lower his gun or stop glaring at Wesker, the man smirked. He had that "I know something you don't" look in his eyes, and Chris didn't like it one bit.
Still smirking, he said, "Why Chris... I'd expect you to be happier to see us again after all this time."
"Us?" he asked, puzzled.
The smile on Wesker's face widened. "Always so slow to catch on."
He reached around and pulled the hood back and off the cloaked figure's face. It revealed a woman his age, with blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail and pale blue eyes. She looked almost as if the very color had been wiped from her hair and eyes at some point. Her gaze was as expressionless as Wesker's gaze was often. His puzzlement switched to shock and disbelief.
"Jill..."
He couldn't believe what he was seeing but grew confident, realizing his hope and suspicion she was alive had been proven true.
"Jill! It's me, Chris!" he said, lowering his gun.
She didn't respond at all when he called out to her.
Jill was a member of the BSAA. She was his partner. They survived tons of hellish situations and bullshit. The partner everyone said was dead and needed to be buried. She wasn't dead. Jill was standing right in this room but on the wrong side. Instead of standing by Chris, she was with Wesker.
His teammate, David, looked at him stunned. "What? Are you sure that's her? She's been presumed dead for two years."
Wesker put on another smile and mockingly gestured to Jill.
"The one and only," he told them, enjoying the shock and confusion apparent on Chris's face.
Suddenly Jill whipped off her cloak and threw it at Chris. Startled, he lifted his arms to block the cloak from smacking into his face only to find Jill attacking. He flew backward when she kicked him in the chest, and she jumped on top of him while he was in midair, forcing him down hard. His team immediately went on the offensive, as did the FBI agents.
He concerned himself with his own people. Two BSAA soldiers moved to guard the others in the room and the other, Ethan, started shooting at Jill.
Under fire, she responded by flipping over to Ethan and knocking the gun from his hand with a kick. She moved almost as fast as Wesker could. The two met in hand to hand combat, and amazingly, Jill flipped forward and threw Ethan over herself with just her legs. He landed rough on his back, the breath knocked out of him.
Seeing Chris on his feet and raising his weapon, she ran for him and grabbed the arm holding the gun. Now that he was unable to get a shot off at her, not that he was entirely certain he could do it to her, she took her other hand and began choking him. He struggled against her grasp but she was pretty strong. He grunted in pain as his oxygen cut off.
Ethan hurried to Chris's aid and put his gun to the back of Jill's head. Wesker didn't seem to approve. He knocked Ethan to the floor with an elbow to the head. At the same time, Jill punched Chris and then roundhouse kicked him. The two soldiers fell to the floor next to each other. Wesker and Jill stood together a few yards away watching them. They struggled to stand where they were driven, near the front doors, raising their weapons at the pair of enemies by the bottom of the stairs.
"I expected more of a challenge after all this time, Chris," Wesker told him with disapproval.
A phone rang, Wesker's cell phone. He answered it, turning slightly away from the others.
"Yes."
Wesker listened into his phone, walking up a few stairs as he listened. Not wanting him to get away, Chris moved a few steps closer, Ethan following his lead, and yelled for Wesker to stop. He did stop. He hung up his phone and turned his head in Chris's direction with a smile that told Chris something was going to happen.
Sure enough, Jill was on them in the blink of an eye. She elbowed Ethan in the chest and face before sending him flying to the right wall with a strong thrust kick. Then she was attacking Chris. Jill grabbed his arm, keeping the gun out of her way and hit him in the chest. He released a yell of pain as she threw him to the ground and straddled him. Yanking his arm back, it sent his gun skittering across the floor.
She kept the arm held at the painful angle. He was incredibly irritated this was happening with so many presumably capable men present. He struggled in vain to get free, his arm pulled toward the breaking point.
Desperately he tried to reach out to his old friend. "Jill, come on! It's me, Chris! Snap out of it!"
Wesker walked over to where Jill held him to the floor and smiled down.
"Nice move, Chris," he said, tone mocking. "But now that your partner has arrived. I'll leave you two to catch up."
Wesker headed back to the staircase.
She yanked harder and Chris cried out in pain and frustration. "Come on, Jill! Get yourself together! Wake up! Jill Valentine!"
Familiar blue eyes stared down from where she struggled to keep him held in place and something changed in the way she was looking. Recognition crept into her face.
"Ch... Chris..." Jill gasped.
She released him and stumbled back, grunting in pain. Wesker paused on the bottom step.
"Remarkable! Still resisting at such an advanced stage."
He sounded impressed. He pulled out a handheld device and started pressing buttons.
"Commendable, yet futile."
Jill stopped fighting it when Wesker finished pressing the buttons. She fell to the ground, gasping for breath.
His enemy gave him a stern look. "No more time for games, Chris. I've got work to do. Have fun watching Jill suffer."
"Wait! What did you do to her?" he yelled after him but he had moved up the stairs and was gone.
Chris whipped around when Jill began screaming in agony. She clutched her chest tightly and fell to her knees, head tilted back as she ripped the top part of her dark colored outfit. Now visible on her chest was some sort of machine or device. It was red and dimly glowing. Jill dropped onto her hands and knees. When she lifted her head, she wore the look of anger she had when fighting them. Her expression was hostile.
Ethan glanced sideways at Chris. "What's that on her chest?"
He eyed the strange device. "We have to get it off her!"
One of the civilians distracted him, wandering into his line of sight. "It appears something is getting pumped into her bloodstream via that device."
"Yeah. Get back."
"I'm a doctor. Not medical or anything but... My name is Yasir Patel. I-"
"Yeah, yeah," Chris grunted and grew alarmed, shoving the doctor aside. "Move!"
Jill attacked and he and Ethan fought her to defend themselves. He ordered the others to stay back. Chris made his way behind her while she was attacking the other BSAA soldier and grabbed on, holding her in place.
"Okay! Shoot it!" he yelled.
She struggled violently and it was difficult to keep her steady. Ethan aimed, his hands trembling a bit. He was nervous about accidentally hitting her and so was Chris, but they had to get rid of it. Jill was starting to break free.
"Go on! Shoot!"
Chris's grip began to slip and Ethan fired. The bullet pierced the glowing red device and Chris reached around and ripped it off with some effort. Sounds of discomfort and pain came from Jill as she staggered backward. She collapsed to the floor, eyes closed.
"Jill!" He ran to her and held her in his arms. "Are you alright?"
She opened her eyes and looked at him tiredly. "Chris... I'm so sorry..."
He smiled down at her. "It's okay."
"I couldn't control my actions. Oh, but God..I was still aware. The things he made me do... I infected people, killed them, hurt innocents. It made me sick but I couldn't resist. Forgive me."
Her breathing was rough and she seemed to struggle for air as she spoke.
"Jill... Why are you talking like this? I saved you. You're going to be okay."
She stared up at him from where he held her and smiled in sadness.
"You did save me. But I was dead before you ever got here. The fall would have killed me two years ago, Chris. It should have killed me but then Wesker put this thing on my chest and it kept me alive. It also kept me in his control. You freed me but I can't go on anymore."
Chris shook his head in denial. "No! Don't say that. I'll find a way to keep you alive. I won't let you die, Jill."
Her smile deepened. "My body's broken. For coming for me... For saving me... Thank you."
Her breathing became quieter and less frequent.
"Jill, no! You can't die. Please, I love you..." he confessed to her, voice gripped with emotion.
The smile left her face and she lifted a hand to caress his cheek. She spoke his name, barely above a whisper. Her hand fell limp to her side and her gaze froze in place. Pale blue eyes stared lifelessly up at the ceiling and a sob escaped him. He held her to him as tears of anger and grief fell down his face.
He couldn't bring her back to life with pleas.
"Please... You can't die. Jill..."
Chris buried his face in her shoulder and a loud sob came from him.
After a few moments, he lowered the woman gently to the floor and stood. He turned away so he wouldn't have to see her body. There was a mission to see through to the end.
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AN: I like Jill so looking back at this old work, I think the reason I decided to kill her was for one reason. It seemed really unlikely a person could survive the fall she took two years ago in the first place. You could argue she landed on Wesker, but he managed to get her somewhere he could put her on life support fast? Why would he bother? I don't think he knew about the antibodies in her body until after he decided to save her life.
What is Wesker's deal? I WANT TO KNOW, CAPCOM. Their response is always just to make a villain crazy. Very original. (Sarcasm)
