Together At Last

"Let me out!" Chris was hysterical, pounding on everything, "I will get out!"

"Shut up!" Wesker was in the observation booth. "I want you to suffer Chris. I want to watch you as you lose everything you love."

"You already took everything I cared for!" Chris shouted at him.

"Did I?" He chuckled then strolled towards the door.

"Wesker!" Chris was fuming, but Wesker ignored him.

Wesker left and the wall behind Chris opened up. In the corner of the room, on the other side of the bulletproof glass, laying in fetal position was a young woman. She sat up and crawled into the light. Her blonde hair covered her face, her slender arms were pale. She put her hand on the glass and Chris barely could hear her sob. She stood up, revealing her tattered clothes. Her shirt seemed badly torn, barely able to cover her chest. Her pants were thrashed, and scattered across the room were scraps of her clothes.

"No." She finally mumble. "I…Chris…" She began sobbing again collapsing to the floor, covering her face to hide the tears.

"J-Jill?" He ran to the glass and looked at her the best he could, "No!" He punched the glass wall, "No." He fell, his hand trying to push through the glass to get to her.

"Chris…I…I'm sorry." She put her thin, withering hand against the glass where his hand was. "I wish I could have stayed…I'm so sorry." Tears began to swell in her eyes, but she held them back to seem strong again.

"Why…why has he kept you here?" Chris finally asked.

"I don't know…but I think it's because of you."

"Me?" He was stunned, "I don't know whether to be flattered or disturbed." Jill chuckled and smiled just for a moment before clenching her side and groaning in pain.

She laid out across the window and Chris did the same. They laid still, staring deeply into each other's eyes. "Chris, I…" she held her side again, "I love you." She clenched her side tighter.

"Jill?"

"I…I think I'm dying." She wipes tears from her eyes.

"What? No! You can't!" Chris slammed his fist into the glass.

"I'm sorry…I failed to protect you from Wesker." Jill said trying to smile through the tears.

"Jill?" Chris pounded on the window as Jill stood up and slowly made her way to the door. As she arrived there she collapsed and the door flung open. A man dressed in a lab coat and dark blue jeans entered her cell. He checked her pulse and stood up and left. "No…Jill?" He sat there staring at the woman he loved with all his heart, holding back tears. He finally broke and began screaming, punching the window and trying to just get to her.

"She is dead Chris." The blonde haired villain said as he enter her cell with two guards. They lifted her body and took her out of the room.

"Jill! No!" He slammed his hands on the window and shouted for her. Wesker walked over to the window by Chris and stood there. Out of anger and stupidity Chris punched the window as hard as he could trying to hit Wesker. Shattering every bone in his hand.

"Oh Chris…you fool. I just hope your sister is a bit wiser then you."

"Claire!" Chris was boiling now, face red, knuckles white.

"Oh yes. She is here Chris." He smiled, "Claire, Leon, you, Jill…oh! Sorry…too soon?" He chuckled and began to leave, "Also…don't worry about your niece she is doing fine." The door slammed and Chris sat down.

"Come on Chris…think of the good things…You know Claire and Leon are sort of safe. I have a niece, who I hope is ok…Jill is no longer suffering…I am alive." Chris smiled, "Yeah, alive."

Time passed and Chris stayed active, Push ups, sit ups all day long. Soon Wesker and a group of guards were in his doorway. "Morning Chris."

Chris sat on the floor and tipped his imaginary hat, "Morning asshat."

"Clever."

"Thanks…So now what? You kill me?"

"Oh no…never." He smiled devilishly, "Not yet at least."

The guards grabbed Chris and dragged him from his room. They passed a room marked "Observation Deck", soon they passed a cell marked, "0053 Subject: Claire Redfield". Immediately Chris began to fight back and try to get back to the cell.

"Let me go! Let me see my sister!" They covered his mouth and nose with a chloroform rag, knocking his big brute self-unconscious. He awoke to here the screams of a security guard.

"Infected on deck! It's the Re-" He saw a guard's body get tossed across the window.

"Fuck. I got to get out." Chris began struggling to break the bonds. He finally broke free and hid out of sight looking around the room for anything to use as a weapon.

"Chris!" Claire was calling for him in the hallway.

"No. That thing is gonna get her." He opened a drawer and found saw blade and cleavers. "What the hell is all this for?" He grabbed a set of knives and ran to the door. He jammed a knife into the lock and broke it. "Maybe not as good as Jill, but it gets the job done."

He slowly made his way down the hallway towards the monster and where he heard his sister. He stopped at a corner and just as he was about to step around a guard lifeless corpse smashed against the wall.

The pressure between the body and the wall forced the guard's bones to shatter loudly and blood to be forced from his pores and his limp body dropped to the ground. Chris waited for the monster to move on before running to the guard. He grabbed his arm to turn him over, but he could not feel any bones.

Chris stood up and walked away, horrified at the power this beast has. He continued to look for his sister. "Claire?" He ran down the hallway and turned the corner running into another prisoner.

"Chris?" The prisoner said, "Thank god your ok."

Chris look up and saw a long haired man, with a fresh cut across his arm, "L-Leon?"

"Hey." He smiled, before brushing his hair out of his face and offered Chris help up. "I'll explain when we take that B.O.W. out and save Claire."

"Yeah…And your kid."