Light and Shadows

A Resident Evil fan fiction by DeathAngelRn. All characters are property of Capcom and their respective creators.

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Albert Wesker never had a doubt he would succeed where Spencer had failed, but knowing Jill had all but served him the opportunity on a silver platter somehow made it all the more…. Exciting. As much as he did have other obligations, toying with her would be far too delicious not to indulge.

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Jill woke some hours later with a satisfied sigh and feeling much better than she had in quite some time. A small smile graced her face for about as long as it took for her eyes to open. She wasn't home, she wasn't safe. Jill Valentine was under the care, if she dared use that word, of none other than Albert Wesker.

Staring almost blankly at her surroundings Jill realized the lamp had been left on, but she craved sunlight. Something to remind her that she really was alive. At least if she had a window she could get a grasp of the time. It was disorienting waking up to find herself in the hands of her enemy and so far removed from anything familiar. Being totally ignorant of her place in time and space only made her existence that much more agonizing. The file she'd read on herself was quite vague. She'd been in cryo-sleep, but for how long? 'Was it weeks? Months? Or perhaps even…. Years?'

She fought back the sense of panic threatening to take hold of her again. 'Think of something else…. Think…' Jill paced the room before trying to manipulate the lock system on her door to no avail. With a sigh she took to pacing the room. There simply was nothing to do and no way out. After hours, or maybe it was minutes, she quit pacing and laid back on the bed staring at the ceiling. No sound, no movement, nothing.

"This must be some form of torture…" she mused aloud. Honestly, the very worst part was not having a clue whether it was the third or fifteenth hour of the day. Oh, and not knowing if or when Wesker would return and just what he might have in store for her. Surely he'd kill her soon, so why all the trouble? Why'd he even save her to begin with?

Mind too alert to return to sleep, she got back up and started stretching. Jill needed to do something, she couldn't just sit and wait for the outcome of her fate. All that nothingness was making her claustrophobic. It was amazing really; her body was truly in better condition than she could remember. 'It's whatever Wesker did to you…' His words came back to mind: "Your body has adapted the virus."

After testing her limits with every stretch she could think of a frustrated growl escaped her. If she wanted she could easily apply for a job as a professional contortionist. 'He's turned me into some kind of freak! Why couldn't I just die?!' There was no limit to the number of different viruses he could have tried on her, quite possibly things she'd never even imagined.

Ultra-flexible and blonde, it had to be just the tip of the proverbial iceberg. It was entirely ridiculous to think Wesker would have kept her alive if that was all he'd managed to accomplish with her. 'Unless…' her mind associated these normally benign traits with women of unsavory professions and was horrified for even thinking it. 'He clearly isn't a saint, but he wouldn't waste his time on something that shallow and perverse….' At least she attempted to assuage her fears with that thought.

It was then that the door to her room opened bringing with it the first sound other than her own breathing and she was momentarily relieved until her eyes set on the object of her musing.

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"Albert…. Albert…." The soft feminine voice drifted away and demonic red eyes opened to pitch black. Wesker got up and dressed with little ceremony as he contemplated the dream that'd been plaguing him. It was rare for the tyrant to dream, so the fact that this dream recurred nightly for the past few weeks was bothersome. Once he woke everything about the dream left him, except that voice calling to him and the bright unhindered sunlight.

"Ridiculous. There are more important matters at hand." He pulled on his sunglasses and set out. No one else was ever up at this hour except for the stationed guards. First order of business was to self-administer his serum which he accomplished in one of the empty labs on his was to pay his prisoner a visit.

Wesker kept his sleeves rolled up to the elbows and watched the skin ripple slightly as he flexed his forearm. Anyone else would have looked like some kind of junkie by now, but his skin was flawless without a trace of even the injection he'd just given himself moments ago. Of course, he'd survived far worse so, it was a given. 'As it should be.'

He wondered briefly as he typed his access code into the panel of his destination, would his lovely new toy show any ability to regenerate even remotely as quickly? The door slid open and he stepped in calmly. Wesker was only mildly surprised to find Jill looking directly at him. "You're already awake. Good."

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Jill merely blinked so Wesker continued towards her stopping three paces away. "I never knew you for the silent type. Then again, I wouldn't have guessed you'd be foolish to throw your life away for that idiot Redfield."

That set something off in her, because her eyes snapped to his as though she could see through the shades. "Chris is not an idiot, and I couldn't let him die. Not when Claire still needed him."

"Is that so?" Wesker asked circling her slowly. "Do you honestly think he would have done the same for you?" He stopped behind her, smirking.

Jill whirled around to face him. She threw caution and self-preservation to the wind. How dare he? She nearly shook with rage, "Of course! But I was more than happy to die having the chance to take you down with me!"

Wesker found himself wincing slightly at the sheer volume of her voice. His hand lashed out taking her by the neck and slamming her into the nearest wall. Jill choked being pressed to the wall by Wesker's weight. It felt the pressure from his chest would crush her ribs and his long fingers digging into her throat were making breathing nearly impossible. Her struggles were weakening at an exponential rate. The cool fingers of her hands may well have been caressing his vice-like grip for all the good they were doing.

"You would do well to refrain from screaming. I do not wish to harm you." His calm voice made his statement almost believable did one not know him and the underlying threat there.

Jill's vision was blurring and she was beginning to see dark spots. All her mind could process was the heat that consumed her anyplace he made contact with her. Wesker let her go suddenly and oxygen flooded her lungs as her body slumped to the ground.

Wesker readjusted his gloves as Jill collected herself and stood. Several interesting things presented themselves to him as he observed her from the corner of his eyes. Where there should have been red marks on her neck there were bruises, yellowing bruises. It appeared that her body was indeed cycling through the healing process at an astonishing rate.

Feeling his eyes on her, Jill reached a hand instinctively to her neck. It was scorching hot and she pulled her hand away quickly. She shot a questioning glare in his direction.

"Come. Your cooperation will expedite an explanation of your condition." Wesker was already leaving the room, leaving Jill little room for argument.

Biting her lip, she followed. What choice did she really have? Putting up a fight would get her nowhere and there were so many questions.

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By the time Wesker had led her to another sterile looking exam room, Jill was quivering from the cold. Bare feet and metal flooring weren't helping her situation. She was seriously beginning to think she'd lost the ability to regulate her body temperature.

Wesker finally turned to face her, "Sit there."

Jill obediently sat on the exam table and watched apprehensively as he gathered all forms of monitoring equipment. He pushed a cart towards her that held a small device with a blank screen and several wired pads attached to it. "Remove your shirt."

Seeing her hesitation, he took the edges of the tank-top she wore and made to pull at it, but Jill pushed his hands away. "I can do it myself!" She pulled it over her head with an annoyed flare and shivered. "Why's it so damn cold in here?" Thankfully she still had a bra on this time.

"It isn't cold at all." The first pad to make contact with her skin caused her to jump. Wesker chuckled at her obvious displeasure for the entire situation as he covered her back and chest with the squares.

'Yeah, maybe for you it isn't.' Jill thought, jaw set stubbornly. She could feel the waves of heat practically rolling off of him with his proximity. It was like the man had his own personal sun. She opened her mouth to ask why he was so freakishly warm, but thought better of it. It would be an awkward question at best. Instead, she asked a more pertinent question. "How long?"

He raised a brow as he operated the machine that displayed various numbers, none of which she understood exactly. "How long?"

"How long was I in cryo?" Jill took to chewing her lip again. Sitting in Wesker's presence this long was not doing good by her nerves.

"Thirteen and a half weeks." He looked up at her and ignoring her look of horror, he continued. "All your vitals seem normal. Your core temperature is abnormally low at 35 Celsius." The bruises on her neck were completely gone.

As far as Wesker was concerned, nothing he hadn't already anticipated although her temperature was strange. Usually anyone virally altered showed an increase in body temperature, himself included. When they'd first taken her from cryo a lower body temp was to be expected but it should have been regularized by now. It wasn't serious though, so he proceeded to lead her to the next phase.

Jill was still took shocked at the mention of how long she was comatose to really worry about what the next phase was. That was until she was left standing in yet another room, except this one was empty. There was a balcony type area far out of reach closed off with some kind of safety glass. In a few moments Wesker was standing at said balcony. 'Let's see how you fair in basic one on one combat…'

An alarm sounded and a door she hadn't noticed opened. Out stepped the same man from the previous day, still toting his stun rod. He look far worse for the wear, if that was possible. He let out an inhuman growl as he came at her.

End Chapter

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Whoo… this was fun to write. No Jill has NOT yet been given the P-30. Wesker wants to see how his viral cocktail has altered Jill without the added affect of the super-soldier serum. No Jill/Wesker action yet you ask? Hm, that'll come, give it time….

Hop you all enjoyed! More this weekend! Please excuse any glaring errors. I've been awake for about 20 hours and typing this up has been my first real break all day.

Reviews are always appreciated!