Kiss The Devil
You never call me when you're sober
You only want it 'cause it's over, it's over
How could I have burned paradise?How could I?
You were never mine
-Call Me When You're Sober, Evanescence
Chris was visibly shaken, and so was Jill, who had listened to the voicemail that came from Wesker. The monster wanted to have at it with Chris alone at TriCell's office, which wasn't too far from their headquarters, but after the Arklay mansion incident, they learned to be three times more cautious. The elder Redfield's brown eyes narrowed in anger and vented his rage out by punching the walls continuously until Jill pulled him away. "Calm down, Chris! Obviously, Wesker's playing with us! We can't just give in to his little games, you know." "I know that, Jill." Chris answered, suppressing the anger in his voice. He could never forgive his ex-captain after he led the S.T.A.R.S team to their deaths in the Arklay mansion incident over ten years ago. Jill took out her phone and called HUNK, who was visibly devastated at the news over the line.
"What? Wesker voicemailed you? That's not good." HUNK said as he was just wrapping up another of his mercenary jobs.
"Yeah, this is serious, HUNK. Chris is freaking out already. Wherever you are, get over here already!"
"On my way there already."
They both hung up, and Jill returned to tending Chris' hands. "Look, we're not even in the infirmary yet, and you're devastating your hands bad enough for me to actually drive you to the hospital." She said, taking out a handkerchief and cleaning up the bloody mess on the man's hands.
"Jill…" Chris said. "Claire…she's…" "I know." Jill said, hushing the big man with a kiss on his lips. "Look, she'll be fine. Right now, we have to come up with a really good plan that'll not end in disaster." she whispered, pulling away, but much to her surprise, Chris pulled her in, kissing her. Their tongues danced to a silent and erotic music, fighting for dominance which Chris won shortly as his big, meaty hands travelled all over the lithe, smaller woman's body until it rested on her waist. Jill moaned silently as she caressed the elder Redfield's bulging biceps, her hands snaking their way underneath the SOU vest to rest on his muscled chest. The two were kissing so passionately that they didn't even notice HUNK had arrived. The mercenary's face went beet red as he saw the two making out in the BSAA corridor. Only when he cleared his throat, letting them know of his presence, did they separate.
"Heh, well, you two looked like you were about to eat each other's faces." HUNK said, shaking the image away from his head. Jill and Chris smiled sheepishly at the mercenary as they proceeded to one of the BSAA's huddle rooms to concoct a game plan.
Back at the penthouse, Claire shut the laptop down and made a beeline for the bedroom. Although Wesker wasn't back yet, she felt like he was watching her. Ever since the night she let him fuck her she felt that a part of him stayed with her, and it wasn't all romantic. After she had calmed down for a bit, she took the diary and wrote her frantic thoughts down, hoping that if she didn't make it, someone would retrieve the diary and learn the hell she lived in.
"November 9th,
That was disturbing… That message was disturbing… Everything is disturbing… I can't believe one frickin' notepad file would make my heart beat so fast I feel like I'm on drugs. Wesker really will kill them, even if I pretend to give in to him. Did he see through my plans? God, I hope not…
I'm so scared… I'm so afraid… Chris..Jill…Be safe… Help me… He'll come and get you… "
With shaking hands she placed the diary inside the drawer and slept the rest of the day away, letting the bliss of sleep relieve her pain before she woke up.
And she dreamt yet again.
"Huh? Where…?" Now, Claire found herself in a dungeon, dark and damp. She tried to move, but her body betrayed her. She felt the cold metal wrapped around her wrists and feet/ She was bound to the wall. The flicker of the torchlight revealed that she was in a tattered, bloody white wedding gown. Her brown eyes went wide in horror. Why am I in a wedding gown, she thought. And whose blood is it? Is it mine? I don't feel hurt… Or could it be…God no, no, no! As the frantic thoughts returned to her, she was transported to a different dream. This time, she was walking down a long, bloody carpet, towards some altar. She couldn't make out who was waiting for her at the end until she was halfway across. The man wearing the black, turtleneck long sleeved shirt, complete with the buckles and straps at the front, the dark leather pants, gloves, and most of all, the shades. It was Wesker, with a triumphant grin on his face. Damn it, feet, stop moving, she thought, but her feet kept walking down until she found herself beside the monster.
"Dearheart, there's something I want you to see…" the blonde Tyrant purred. And when Claire turned her attention to what was in front of her, she was terrified. Two coffins were lying in front of them like some twisted altar. And both were open, revealing the bloody bodies of Chris Redfield and Jill Valentine. Suddenly, lights began to open, revealing a large, round room, with bloodstained walls and floors. It seemed to be a twisted version of the BSAA headquarters that they were in. And impaled on the walls, innards hanging from the holes, eyes wide open, were BSAA operatives, namely Leon Kennedy, HUNK, whose throat was also slashed open, and a few others. Claire covered her mouth in shock and disgust as she looked away, but Wesker pulled her hand away and turned her head back to the parade of grisly corpses. "See what your defiance can lead to, dearheart?" he said. "If you weren't so stubborn…then perhaps we could've avoided this casualty. But then again, I'd enjoy killing them all…" His red eyes were glowing even more luminously behind those black glasses, making Claire fall to her knees and cry.
No…
No…
No, it can't be…
And the devil had finally emerged victorious…Wesker was grinning maliciously as his gloved hands were about to reach for her face…
And she woke up from a fright, sweat dripping like bullets from her forehead. She was thrashing and crying in her sleep. But still, no Wesker around. She was lucky that he didn't see her thrashing around like a madwoman. Immediately, she went to the bathroom and washed her face. Seeing her own reflection, Claire cried. I don't know myself anymore, she thought as she bit her lower lip to stifle her sobs. God…I'm going crazy, aren't I?
Chris, Jill, and HUNK had finally come up with the game plan. Indeed, they weren't going to follow Wesker's "I want you alone" condition. Traps were the man's favorite weapon, and they weren't falling for it twice. "Alright, let me just recap everything so that we're clear on this." Chris said, rotating his shoulders and stretching out his arms. "I'm still going into the office building alone, while you and Jill wait from Mid Garland Street?" "Yeah, that's right." Jill answered. "Believe me, Wesker won't know it. Most likely he'd suspect Katz or East Venson Drive, but that's beside the point. Chris, the thing is, we can't let you go alone. After the last incident we had with Wesker," She removed her light blue cap, revealing her blonde hair, which was once brown. "That son of a bitch made me blonde, and I don't like this one frickin' bit. So HUNK, you got the 'ultimate weapon'?" With a triumphant smile, HUNK set a box down the table and lifted the lid, revealing a syringe filled with blue liquid.
"They called it P375A/W, apparently a serum that could nullify Wesker's powers for about three minutes." The mercenary said. "That was one of two I found at TriCell's laboratory the next city over." Chris smiled, a broad smile of relief. "Wow, HUNK, you're a genius." He said. "Now, you be careful with that, 'coz I nearly died trying to get to that. Apparently, they've got Majinis guarding that thing." HUNK answered. "So put that in your back pouch, and use it only when you have Wesker not dashing around too much." Jill checked her watch. It was 6:00 in the evening. "Go time." she said as she put her cap back on. The three stood up, picked up their guns from the nearby shelf, and left the BSAA HQ for TriCell's building.
The trio got to the building after a thirty-minute drive. The building had amazing architecture, with its gilded façade, all-glass and steel bracing structure, and the word TriCell at the top. Apparently, Excella had made sure no one would miss the building, not even from several kilometers away. HUNK, who was driving, decided to drop Chris off a block from the building's entrance, and drove to Mid Garland, which was about five blocks away from the building. Pressing into his earpiece, Chris said, "Something's not right here. No security, not even at the entrance."
From the car, Jill took out a laptop from her backpack and hacked into the surveillance. "Chris," she said through her ear communicator. "That doesn't mean you should charge in there. Who knows that could be in there? Although it is a bit strange for Wesker not to have any security at least by the entrance, proceed with the utmost caution, still. I'm mapping out how many floors there are. Just wait." Chris, who hid behind a Dumpster, loaded up his Beretta 92FS Samurai Edge. It had been his favorite gun since his S.T.A.R.S days. Strapped to his back was an AEK-971, and inside his leg holster was another handgun, the Colt Python that Barry Burton, a good friend of his from S.T.A.R.S, had given to him after the Arklay mansion incident. After fully loading his gun, a wave of static buzzed into his ear, and Jill spoke.
"Chris, you have exactly fifteen floors ahead of you. No other heat signatures are present." Jill said. "Save for one, which is still and unmoving in the tenth floor." "Must be him." Chris said. "Well then, time to get this show on the road." From the background, he heard HUNK say, "Don't get killed out there. I don't know what I'll tell Claire after. And watch your ass!" The elder Redfield chuckled. Claire, he thought. This is one big stepping stone to get to you… I'll save you, hang on. Breathing deeply, he entered the TriCell building via the back entrance, which was fortunately near the Dumpster, and walked down the dimly-lit corridor. The silence was definitely killing him, and worse, there was no action. "Jill…" he whispered, tapping his earpiece. "Damn it's so dark here. Can you tell me where I am?" He waited for a response, but nothing came. He tapped on it again, and even the sound of Jill typing was not present. Shit, he thought. I thought the BSAA provided high-sensitivity transceivers…
Back at the car in Mid Garland Street, Jill and HUNK were both gritting her teeth as she was trying to restore connection. "What the hell…?" Jill said. "HUNK, we can't get through to Chris… It's like something's blocking the connection of the transceivers." "Lemme try it again." HUNK said, tapping into his earpiece. "Chris? Chris?" he called, but static only greeted him. "Shit. Absolutely nothing. What could block it? I mean, it's not like the BSAA's cutting budget on communications equipment or anything. Unless…" He got out of the car, took out his binoculars, and looked around. Nothing was out of the ordinary at Mid Garland Street. Just some couples walking hand in hand down the sidewalks, women chatting by the small park, and some blinking lamp posts. "Wait a minute…" he muttered. "Hey, Jill, you used to live here, right? What time do they open up the lamp posts?" Rolling down the window, Jill stuck her head out and looked. "Well, they would open it around this time, but I'm pretty sure they don't blink like that." she answered. "Maybe because they're about to die out or something?" HUNK chewed on his lower lip. Then… "Holy shit.. Chris!" The female BSAA soldier widened her eyes at him. "What? Why? What's wrong?" "Can't you see it, Jill?!" HUNK said, panic in his voice. The mercenary never knew panic, never felt the rush, except this time. "Jill… those lights… They aren't because the bulbs are gonna die out! See how erratic they blink? Those are signal blockers!" "Signal blockers?" Jill said. "But how could those be…?"
Then static filled her ears, and a familiar, British velveteen voice greeted her. "Hello, Jill. Hope you liked my surprise?" Jill's heart began to beat like it would burst forth from her chest, and her eyes widened even more. HUNK's expression was a mix of worry and panic, as his gray eyes widened as well, trying to think of a way to disable the blockers. Shooting in the populated area could lead to unwanted casualties, and the one thing Mr. Death didn't like to get into was a corner with no escape. Right now, he and Jill were sitting ducks. "Wesker?" Jill said, rage and fury in her voice. "Wesker, you bastard! How did you figure this out? What have you done to Chris? ANSWER ME, GODDAMN IT!" But her anger was met with his dark, deep chuckle. "Patience, Miss Valentine. You'll love what I have planned." He answered, and the line went dead. "What'd he say?" the mercenary asked as he got into the car. "He didn't say what he did to Chris or how he figured our plan out, but I'm not gonna sit here and let Chris die!" Jill answered, tears of anger falling down her face. The pain of being unable to do something while her partner suffered was too much for her, so now was her only chance to make up for the mistake. "I second the motion there. Now hang on." HUNK said as he started the engine to life and drove like Ayrton Senna down to TriCell's building.
Back at TriCell's office, Chris was irritated at the transceiver he was given. For the life of him, he could not believe that such a big paramilitary organization bent on removing bio-terrorism from the world couldn't afford high-quality communications equipment. Gritting his teeth, he decided to walk carefully, Samurai Edge in one hand while his other touched the cold walls, feeling his way around whatever place he was in. Then, the lights turned on, revealing a long, glass tunnel which was seemingly floating in mid-air because of the darkness. What the, he thought. How is this place even in existence? He held his gun even tighter as he walked carefully across the glass floors.
Gzzzzzzzt…. Krrrrssshhhht…. Tuut tuut tuut
His earpiece was buzzing with static. "Ow fuck!" he swore under his breath as he pulled it out of his ear. "Jill?" he said. "Jill, is that you? You got the signal back on?" Still there was no response. "Goddamn it!" he muttered again, but then a voice responded to him. A voice he knew so well. "Now, now, Christopher, you know swearing is bad." "Wesker…" Chris hissed with rage. "How the hell did you jack up the line?" "I've got my ways." the blonde Tyrant answered. "Well, it looks like you didn't follow my condition, since you've brought company… It's time for your punishment then." The line went dead. "Wesker?" Chris called out. "Wesker?! You bastard, where the fuck are you?!" The door at the end of the corridor opened, revealing a man with slicked-back blonde hair, black sunglasses, and an all-black attire. He wore a triumphant smile as his eyes were viciously glowing red. "Ah, Christopher, welcome to my little…haven, beneath TriCell. Believe me, even Excella doesn't know this exists…"
Without a word, Chris fired his Samurai Edge at his former captain, but Wesker was able to easily dodge the bullets because of his speed, and within seconds, he was behind his former marksman, grabbed his arm and twisted it to the point that Chris' shoulder popped, a sign that it had been dislocated. "God, fuck!" the former STARS marksman cursed as he dropped his gun, gingerly holding up his dislocated arm. But before he could get to vertical base, Wesker appeared in front of him and kicked him in the gut, knocking him down. "Oh, Chris, you are quite pathetic in your little struggle here." he said, stomping on his ribcage so hard that three had already given way. "Y-you…" Chris said, struggling to get up, but his dislocated arm and broken ribs wouldn't let him, and Wesker was enjoying every moment of it. "Now now, don't struggle so much. This'll be over quickly." Wesker said as he drew out a shiny, red spider-shaped device from his inner coat pocket. Chris' eyes went wide in terror. "No…. NOOO!" He screamed, but the demon in black had already triumphed. And the legendary Chris Redfield's lively chocolate eyes widened and its colors faded.
Jill and HUNK already arrived at TriCell's main entrance, and smashed the main doors opened. "HUNK, we'd better split up. We can cover more ground that way." Jill suggested, but HUNK shook his head. "Not this time, Valentine. Last time someone suggested that to me, they all got killed." HUNK said. "Better stick with me. Got a hit on Chris' whereabouts?" Taking out a PDA-like device, Jill turned it on and waited for a satellite image of TriCell's floor plans appeared. "There!" she said. "God, took it long enough. Chris is…at the second basement of this place…?" "Second basement?" HUNK said. "This place has no second basement, Jill. I've been here countless times. Not unless Wesker has something in here we don't know about." "Shit, I knew it. We fell into another trap." Jill said, cursing herself for her stupidity. HUNK placed an assuring hand on her shoulder. "C'mon, don't beat yourself up over it." He said. "We'll find him, and when we do, we'll…"
"Beat Wesker up?" came the deep, resounding voice of Chris Redfield. Jill was shocked, and so was the mercenary. He appeared almost unscathed, save for a few scars. Apparently, the man had come out from the fire exit door which was to the far right of the receptionist's desk.
"Chris!" Jill said, running towards him. But HUNK noticed the strange look in the other man's eyes, and then the red glimmer of the P30 device on his chest. "JILL, NO!" the mercenary called out, but he was too late. Jill was met by a palm thrust to her chest, knocking her several feet backward. Chris grinned maliciously at the woman. "You shouldn't have even thought of it." he answered. Jill looked up at him in surprise, and saw the P30 device on his chest. "No…" she whispered, the tears running down her face. "Chris…not you…" "Then who would, Miss Valentine?" came Albert Wesker's voice. He walked out from the shadows and appeared behind Chris, placing a hand on his shoulder.
"Just like you once, Jill, he serves me now." He chuckled, and Jill's rage flew to a whole new high as she charged straight for Wesker. She didn't care if she didn't pull out her gun, she wanted the man dead. Dead for killing their team. Dead for kidnapping Claire. Dead for manipulating her into fighting Chris, and now, Chris being turned into his puppet. But Chris stood in between them and he grabbed her fist just before it made contact with his nose bridge. When he stared into her deep, ocean-blue eyes, he hesitated. The new P30 device definitely worked, as Excella promised, because Chris could not remember who the woman in front of him was, but somewhere, he felt like he knew her. But he had orders from his master, ones that he would never disobey. He threw her back, and HUNK caught her. "Come on, Jill, we gotta get out of here." HUNK whispered. Jill was crying, Just crying. She was oblivious to everything, even Wesker's arrogant smirk and Chris' blank and malicious glare. No, why did this happen to him, she thought. I was so weak… Chris… Chris I'm sorry…
"Oh, HUNK," Wesker said. "I didn't know you worked for the BSAA. Looks like I'll have to punish you too, but not right now. Dearheart must be waiting for me back home." He grinned arrogantly, and the mercenary scowled. "You'll get what's coming to you, Wesker." He said. "And Chris and I will make sure of it." "If..you get him back, that is." the former STARS captain said as he and Chris turned away to leave. "Come on, Jill, we have to get back to HQ. We gotta let them know what happened here." HUNK whispered to a still-crying Jill, who just nodded as he slowly helped her walk out of the building and back into the car.
Back at the penthouse, Claire was curled up in a fetal position on the bed. After a shaking nightmare, she still managed to sleep. The very thought of Albert Wesker alone made her want to escape the real world. She would prefer being in her dreams, where there was no Umbrella, no zombies, and no Wesker. Everything was normal. Until the voice of the accursed monster ghosted over her ear.
"Dearheart, there's someone here to see you." Wesker said, gently waking Claire up. "And I think you'll be surprised." Claire woke up, her thoughts and eyesight still fuzzy. She didn't understand what he was talking about. "Who came?" she asked. "He did." Wesker said, pointing to a brunette with spiky hair, a faint stubble, muscle-bound body, and brown eyes just like hers. And when Claire rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand, and blinked to focus her vision, her mouth dropped open at the sight of her brother, Chris, standing beside Wesker. The P30 device deeply buried onto his chest only meant one thing: He was Wesker's slave. His personal assassin.
The tears ran across the younger Redfield's face as she screamed at her captor, "YOU SICK BASTARD! YOU SON OF A BITCH!" But before she could spit out another curse, Wesker had already pinned her down on the bed, and silenced all her thoughts with his rough kisses.
OHMYGOD! Chris is now under the influence of the P30 device! What's gonna happen to Claire now? Will she fall even deeper into the darkness or will she fight to survive? And will Jill and HUNK be able to get to her as well? Surprises coming in next chapters, including the appearance of one of my favorite characters... Stay tuned and let your friends know about this fanfic! :)) Rate and review please...
