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I finished this chapter faster than I thought I would. Sorry it's not much of a Chris/Jill chapter, but it's got plenty of (crappy) action, so I hope you like it!

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March 23, 2007

Tricell Facility

Kijuju, Africa

It had been a while since the researchers started their daily routine on Jill to get her antibodies. Everyday was the same. They sucked her dry, taking as much blood as they could, then giving her blood transfusions and starting over again the next day. Jill began to look and feel weak; She rarely moved or talked, and she no longer struggled when they ran their tests. She lost count of how many pints they took from her so far, though she heard a researcher say it was just over 50 pints. How they managed to take that much out, she didn't know. Those transfusions must have been the reason she wasn't dead, yet.

There was even a period of time were they experimented on her with every virus she could name- the G-Virus, T-Veronica, Progenitor, even Uroboros. Her antibodies were powerful enough to get rid of these, too.

However, something was off. The researchers had just stopped experimenting and haven't been near her for a while, no one to constantly torture her. The only ones who continued to visit was a researcher, who used to be in charge of healing her and now would only deliver her food, and Wesker, who would check her vitals and make sure she was still breathing. She wondered what they were planning.

Jill had been asleep for most of the day and when she finally opened her eyes she was left with nothing but a helpless confusion. Her bounds were released so she decided to stand, but she felt a pain on her chest. She moved her arms to her chest, and just under her collarbone, she felt the outline something round and scarab shaped. Her battlesuit was zipped completely, and Jill started to pick weakly at the zipper to see what was going on. Just before she got it open, the 'legs' of the scarab moved into her skin, stabbing her like tiny daggers. Jill fell to the floor, crying out in pain, trying futilely to rip the fabric from her chest.

The approaching footsteps were not heard. Behind her, a voice mockingly called out, "It's useless, Jill."

Jill quickly turned to see Wesker looming over her. Chemicals mixed with hatred caused her to attack him without warning. Superhumanly, she kicked herself off the floor and attempted a sweep kick that would have hit him if he hadn't dodged. With her newfound strength, she regained her energy and quickly did a series of kicks and roundhouses that he dodged without effort.

Suddenly, Wesker grabbed hold of one of her wrists, then twisted it, threatening to break her arm off. Jill fell to her knees, as tears of pain started to fall down her face unto the ground. Her free hand tried to pry him off, but instead her nails dug into his hand and broke skin.

Wesker looked down at her and spoke as if he was talking to a child. "You better settle down, Jill. That temper of yours is quite irritating."

"What's going on?" She said between quiet sobs.

Wesker's voice deepened, as if to show superiority. "I've simply created a special device that will make you completely obedient to me."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"I'm going to make this perfectly clear," He started to tighten his grip on her arm. "You will do whatever I say, no matter what. You will follow my orders, and no one else's. You must act on my will, not your own."

Hot teardrops burned her flesh as they fell to the ground, no longer tears of pain. She shook her head, unable to say a word.

"You longer have a choice, JIll. You must obey."

Involuntarily, her grip loosened, and she stopped struggling. In return, he let go of her.

After a short silence, he spoke up. "There's something I need you to do. Follow me."

Her mind didn't register what he said yet, but her body was already up and moving following him through the facility. They passed a room with cages; there were animals trapped inside, there was no doubt that they would soon be experimented on.

He stopped outside a metal door and turned to look at her.

"What did you need me to do?" She asked, her voice now monotonous and emotionless. Wesker smiled slightly thinking about how the device was already working.

"Behind those doors, there's a researcher. We have suspicions that he's been leaking data to another organization, and we need to 'take care' of it."

He pulled out a knife and handed it to her. Miserably, she accepted it, looking at it closely. The S.T.A.R.S. insignia was carved into one of the sides, and Jill traced over each little indent, shaking her head. It's hard to believe we once trusted him.

Wesker opened the door quietly and nodded towards the opening as a way to say 'Go.'

Jill entered the room, eyes searching for the researcher he mentioned. And, sure enough, there he was, his back facing her as he typed data into a computer and occasionally looked down at a clipboard that had numbers written with his messy print.

Jill slowly advanced towards him, the clacking of her heels gaining the man's attention. She held the knife at her side, and it was the first thing he noticed.

"What the hell is going on?" He questioned as she approached. "Who are you?"

Jill did not answer, instead just raised the knife, but the man grabbed her wrist and twisted, trying to disarm her. She responded by kneeing him in the gut and then in the ribs, all the while he still had his grip on her. Jill twirled around to twist his arms and finally he let go, but caused her to drop the knife. He stumbled back, and Jill reverse roundhoused the researcher, and he fell down to the ground, coughing up blood, unable to move, but still breathing.

Jill, in a swift movement, retrieved the knife then kneeled beside him, pinning him down with her knees. She gripped the knife tightly, trying to resist the chemical's power, but it was too strong. Closing her eyes to hold back tears, she gave in, and stabbed the researcher in the heart.

Once she opened her eyes, a silent cry came out. The man was drenched with his own blood. She pulled the knife out of him, then with shaking hands dropped it.

Jill's hand found his, holding tightly onto it. He may have deserved to die for what he did, but not like this. No one deserves to die like this.

"You did a fine job," Wesker called behind her.

"I fucking hate you," she stated, rubbing her thumb over the dead researcher's lifeline.

"That's charming." He mocked. "But you know, those chemicals inside of you are granting you a strength much like my own. Just imagine how much power you could attain."

She released the man's hand. "I don't want power."

"Really? Then what do you want? Freedom?"

"No." She replied quickly, looking over her shoulder at him. "I want... death."

Her words were spoken softly, yet so honestly it made him chuckle. "Death is for the weak."

"I thought you wanted to kill us?" Jill snapped. "But then again, if you were as good as you think you are, you would have killed him a long time ago."

A smirked crossed his lips. "Oh, I won't be the one killing him..."

Jill watched his eyes glow like a crimson flame.

"You are."

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For the record, I don't know if they would be able to take out that much blood, but who cares, it's fiction.

Thanks for reading!