Disclaimer: Resident Evil is property of Capcom. I am borrowing, repeat borrowing, the characters and game storyline for this story.
Written by: Striker
Chris approached the door to Spencer's office. His eyes narrowed as he stared at the door. He readied his Berretta and walked up to the door. He tested the knob and found it unlocked. Slowly he opened the door and stepped inside. He found himself looking at the back of Spencer's chair. Slowly the chair began to pivot revealing Spencer who was grinning wickedly.
"Welcome to my office Mr. Redfield." Spencer said. "You don't have to tell me anything. I've been paying close attention to your activities. It's amazing that you managed to survive as long as you did. I suppose you're going to kill me now."
Chris pointed his gun at Spencer's head. "I'm very tempted to put a bullet in your head, but the prospect to you getting repeatedly ass-fuck in prison every day is much more appealing. Now stand up a put your hands where I can see them."
Spencer cooperated, raising his hands above his head and getting out of his chair. Chris quickly walked over to him and grabbed him by the back of his shirt. "You're very good at this Redfield. Must be that S.T.A.R.S. training."
"Shut up." Chris growled. He began to lead Spencer to the door. "You've done enough damage. You're going away for a long time."
"Too bad you never knew what that training was really for." Spencer said.
Chris stopped him. "What do you mean? You couldn't possible understand why the S.T.A.R.S. were created."
Spencer laughed evilly. "I know exactly why they were created, or more percicly, who they were created for."
Chris spun Spencer around. "What the hell are you talking about?" He asked in an angry voice.
"Let's just say you're more connected to Umbrella than you know." Spencer continued in a mocking tone. "And now you and your friends are biting the hand that fed for so long. In other words, the S.T.A.R.S. were created by Umbrella, for Umbrella. You used to work for us."
"That's bullshit." Chris said. "The S.T.A.R.S. are an anti-terrorist task force created by the United Nations. They have nothing to do with Umbrella."
"That's what the public was told as a cover story." Spencer replied. "The UN had nothing to do with the S.T.A.R.S. My company set up the whole thing. My company paid all the bills and provided all the supplies. The S.T.A.R.S. units were also assigned to every town that Umbrella was in. Why else would a S.T.A.R.S. unit be stationed in a little shit-hole town like Raccoon City?"
Chris began to feel sick. "And our missions?"
Spencer chuckled. "Simple. You were either eliminating the competion or cleaning up any evidence of our activities. In fact we have three groups. One was the S.T.A.R.S. The other was the U.B.C.S. Finally; our newest group is the UT solders that attacked you in Georgia. In fact, by destroying all the facilities you attacked, you were destroying any evidence of our experiments. You were helping me."
Chris was at a loss. He couldn't believe what Spencer had just told him. "It can't be true."
Spencer watched as Chris lowered his guard. When the moment was right Spencer knocked away Chris' gun and nailed him with a right cross. "You stupid bastard." Spencer sneered, his expression now full of rage. "You really think you can destroy the company MY GRANDFATHER CREATED! I am going to enjoy killing you."
Chris rubbed his jaw and glared back at Spencer. "Then you better enjoy it, cause you're only going to get one shot." Chris took off his jacket and flung it to the side.
Spencer followed suite, removing his suit jacket and black tie. "Prepare to die." Spencer shot forward with a left jab. Chris easily blocked the punch and countered with a left cross. Spencer dodged and swung back twice. Chris dodged both and backed up. Spencer snickered. "You're very good Redfield. You are indeed a worthy opponent."
"I'm just getting started." Chris replied. He came at Spencer with a sharp right, catching him off guard and pegging him in the face. Chris then followed with a kick to the gut and a left to the face. Spencer retaliated with three consecutive lefts, two to the stomach and one to the chest. Chris doubled over, clutching his chest. Spencer then elbowed Chris in the back of his head. Chris dropped to all fours, still holding his chest, his sternum hurting. Spencer began to kick him in the ribs, each time more viciously than before. He then grabbed Chris back the back of his shirt and hurled him into a nearby bookcase.
"Give up Redfield. No matter how hard you try, you won't beat me." Spencer spat. "And after I'm done with you I'll take out your sister and girlfriend, and I'll make sure they suffer."
That comment only served to infuriate Chris. He rushed Spencer, tackling him. Chris then started pounding on Spencer. Spencer managed to push Chris off of him. He scrambled to his feet and felt his nose. He pulled back his hand to find blood on it. Spencer roared and swung wildly at Chris. Chris ducked and dodged every punch. He caught Spencer's right arm and countered with a right cross to his face. Chris then drove his left knee into Spencer's stomach and followed with a left elbow to the side of the head. Spencer clutched his left temple before catching Chris off-guard with a right body shot and followed with a back-fist to the head. Chris staggered over to Spencer's desk and leaned on the front off it. Spencer started towards Chris. Chris, however, was luring him in. When Spencer was close enough, Chris nailed him with a right sidekick followed by a left hook and a right uppercut. Spencer was sent reeling form the attack. "Give up Spencer. You can't win this one."
"I can and I will." Spencer seethed.
Chris slowly shook his head. "You can't. The labs are destroyed. All your bio-weapons are dead. Your Tyrant has been defeated. All your solders have given up. Look around Spencer; your company is in ruins. You are finished."
"Then I'll kill you." Spencer pulled up his pant leg and pulled a knife from a sheath strapped around his leg. "AND I'LL KILL YOU NOW!" Spencer slashed at Chris several times. Chris dodged all but the last swipe, which caught the upper part of his right arm. Chris yelped as he grabbed his arm in pain. He looked down at a long cut running diagonally down the outside of his bicep. Spencer raised his now bloody knife and went to stab Chris. Chris caught Spencer's arm and began to struggle with him. The struggle went on with Spencer gaining the upper hand, bringing the knife closer to Chris' face. In desperation Chris kicked Spencer in the groin. Spencer buckled, allowing Chris to knock away the knife. The weapon landed a few feet from the men. Chris then ran Spencer into the wall a clamped his right hand around Spencer's neck. Spencer whacked Chris' arm, causing him to hold in. Spencer started nailing Chris with stiff blows, backing him up to the desk. "Why won't you just die?" Spencer sneered.
"Because I never give up." Chris growled. Spencer swung with a left hook, but Chris ducked and nailed him in the inside of his leg. Spencer screamed in pain and clutched his leg. Chris then grabbed his head and slammed his face into the desk. Chris then proceeded to drive his left elbow into Spencer's back. Spencer grabbed a paperweight and cracked Chris in the face. He then hit Chris again. Chris' vision blurred allowing Spencer to knee Chris in the stomach, punch him in the face, and throw him over the desk. Chris landed with a thud and remained motionless.
Spencer scoped up his knife and took one last look at Chris. "Well Mr. Redfield, it seems like I won. Don't worry, your friends will be joining you soon." Spencer smiled and left the office.
Jill nervously waited by the elevator. Chris had five minutes to go. "What's taking you so long?" She looked up to see the numbers on one of the elevators counting down. "Finally." She waited until the elevator stopped. The door opened. "Chris, I…"
Spencer emerged and punched her in the face. He then grabbed her by the hair. "I'm afraid your partner is dead." Spencer said. "It seems that I bashed his brains in."
Jill didn't want to believe it. "He's not dead. He promised he'd come back."
"Looks like that's one promise he won't be able to keep." Spencer began to drag Jill towards the door. "Let's go."
"When are they gonna get out here?" Claire asked. "They don't have that much time."
"I'm sure any minute now those two will walk out of there and make a grand entrance." Barry said. He looked at the entranceway and saw two people coming out. "Here they come, oh shit."
Spencer exited the building holding Jill in front of him like a shield with his knife to her throat. "IF ANYONE MAKES A WRONG MOVE I WILL KILL HER!"
"LET HER GO SPENCER." Peterson shouted. "YOU'RE ALREADY IN DEEP. YOU DON'T NEED MURDER CHARGES AGAINST YOU TOO!"
"I'M AFRAID IT'S TOO LATE," Spencer replied, "SEEING HOW I
ALREADY KILLED CHRIS REDFIELD!"
"No." Claire said. "He can't be dead."
"You're gonna die for that Spencer." James said.
"NOT BEFORE SHE DOES!" Spencer shouted. "IF I'M GOING TO DIE, I'M TAKING HER WITH ME!"
Suddenly Spencer heard a low, harsh voice come from behind. "Let her go." He turned to see Chris standing in the entranceway, blood oozing from the side of his head and arm. In the dim light his eyes looked black and cold. He slowly advanced towards Spencer, stopping a few feet away. "I said let her go."
Spencer glared at Chris. "How can you still be alive? I smashed your skull in."
"You didn't do a good enough job." Chris replied. "Now let her go. We have unfinished business."
Spencer pushed Jill away, sending her sprawling to the ground. "Very well. I'll kill you in front of all your friends."
"I told you that you only had one shot." Chris said. "Now its my turn." Everyone watched the two men slowly circled each other amid the rubble. Spencer struck first, swinging his knife at Chris. Chris grabbed Spencer's arm and looked him dead in the eye. Chris then brought Spencer's arm down across his knee. The knife dropped from Spencer's hand. Chris let go and shot his right elbow into Spencer's face. He followed this with a quick sidekick. Spencer staggered back, holding his stomach. Chris rushed in with a left cross followed by a right body blow. Spencer threw a right hook but Chris dropped down and swept Spencer's feet. Spencer hit the ground hard and rolled onto his stomach. Chris kicked Spencer in the gut, knocking him back. "Get up." Chris taunted. Spencer slowly got to his feet, only to be blasted in the face with a hard right hand. Spencer stumbled back and found himself backed up against the side of a van with Chris advancing. Spencer pushed off the van and hit Chris with his shoulder. Spencer then grabbed Chris' arm and slammed him into the van back first. Spencer then punched Chris twice in the stomach and threw him to the ground. Chris rolled along the ground and began to get to his feet. Meanwhile Spencer had found a piece of metal and was now advancing on Chris with it in his right hand. Chris ducked one swing and dodged several others. Spencer finally found his mark and nailed Chris in his wounded arm. Chris hollered and grabbed his arm. Spencer swung again, but this time Chris grabbed Spencer's arm with his right arm and delivered a solid kick to the chest. Spencer doubled over but swung again hitting Chris in his bad ribs. Chris grit his teeth and held his sides. Spencer dropped his club and gave Chris an uppercut. Chris fell to the ground, pain racing through his body. Spencer saw his knife and picked it up. He moved in on Chris, knife raised, ready for the kill.
Claire ran forward with her bolt gun. "CHRIS!" She tossed the gun to her brother, who caught it.
Spencer was almost on Chris when he thrust the bolt gun into Spencer's chest. Spencer froze as he saw the gun aimed at his heart. He looked at Chris, who pulled the trigger. The heavy metal bolt shot from the gun hit Spencer in the chest. The impact sent him staggering into the van. He clutched the bolt as he slid down the van. He twitched for several seconds before he slumped over.
Chris dropped the bolt gun and stared at Spencer's lifeless body. "Now you're the one who's dead."
Jill ran over to her partner. "Just sit down Chris. We'll get you some help."
"I'm fine Jill." Chris said weakly. "I just have a little scratch."
"You look like shit Chris." Claire said. "You need help."
Peterson ran over to Chris. "Jesus Christ. You need a doctor."
"My condition is the least we have to worry about." Chris said. "Spencer may be dead but Wesker and Nicholai got away. I don't know what they plan to do, but it can't be good."
Peterson patted Chris on the shoulder. "Let's just worry about you first." Peterson turned and started shouting for a medic while Jill and Claire helped Chris off the battlefield.
Author's Comments: Now that's how you take someone out. Two fistfights for the price of one. And what about what Spencer told Chris about the S.T.A.R.S.? Didn't see that one coming. Anyway, Spencer's dead so that means Umbrella is through. Right? WRONG! Wesker and Nicholai are still out there. Not only does the team have to worry about that but they also have to worry about Chris. He sure took a beating. And one other question comes to mind, how's gonna clean up this mess?
Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children off all ages. In the next chapter you will see and hear something so terrifying, so horrible, it'll make your skin crawl. Witness as Wesker, the evil demon man, reveals his master plan. A plan that may spell doom for all humanity. If you wish to hear this horrible scheme, tune in for RE Armageddon: Part VI, Chapter 5- Last Resort.