She was trapped... Had been for over three years. The loathsome hate for her master, masked by forced obedience. Life's recoil was a torture that seemed never ending, suppressed memories always trying to resurface. They were only to be quelled by the overpowering calm that was forcibly thrust upon her. Jill Valentine was a hollow shell of the woman she once was, a glorified puppet now replacing everything but her soul.

She had been forced to become Wesker's emissary, his forerunner of his destruction. Even through all the drugs and machinery that he had forced upon her mind, the strong willed woman could still remember the night that had brought her into this fate. The memory flooded her, causing the nightmare daydream to pause what she had been doing.

It had been storming that night, lightning illuminating the shadowy hallways of what had been a carbon copy of the Spencer Estate. But this was eight years after the Estate incident, and both her and her partner, Chris Redfield, were now inducted in the BSAA.

They had been dispatched to try and apprehend Albert Wesker, but every lead had proven false and a dead end. Instead, the pair were going to question Umbrella's founder and now only living hermit, Ozwell E. Spencer. The night had been a nightmare, horror's still haunting those halls like they had many years ago.. Despite the trials and hardship, the two partners finally reaching the inner sanctum of Spencer's quarters. Chris slammed his shoulder into the heavy, oak doors, swinging them wide open. Within the crash of thunder and the flash of lightning came a view neither had come to expect.

The cold, dead body of the old man was lying upon the floor, residing in a pool of blood. Albert Wesker...the man they had been hunting for so many years, stood above victoriously. Flaming eyes locked onto the pair, the familiar smug superiority splaying across the man's face. Jill stood momentarily stunned, azure eyes wide and angry. Redfield lept into action, firing a quick blast of gunfire at their enemy. Advancing into a run, Wesker dodged the bullets, inhumanly teleporting in and out of sight. His body looked like mist in the shadows.. Catching the pair completely off guard.

Extending his hand, a powerful cobra strike sent Jill's body crashing into a bookcase. Crumpling in pain, she tried to gather herself . Redfield was resorting to hand to hand combat, throwing punches wherever an opening presented itself. Wesker seemed to be enjoying this, almost like a cat toying with a mouse before it consumes it. Countering, he caught the younger man off guard , quickly knocking him off balance.

Grabbing the jacket firmly, Wesker slammed Redfield onto a long table that adorned the ornate room. Dragging the man roughly, the polished surface of the table became marred and damaged. Throwing Chris onto the stone steps, the demon before him lorded over the broken body like a tiger does its kill. Leaning down, Wesker wrapped his hand about Redfield's neck, lifting the man with an alien strength neither one of them had seen before. Chris could only struggle to breath, his face growing red with oxygen depletion. Growling, a deadly smile toyed at Wesker's lips, raising his other hand for the strike.

"Let's finish this."

Looking up as she crouched, Valentine's eyes grew wide with fear. He was killing Chris.. Leaping up the woman ran blindly at their enemy, arm wrapping about his waist as she surged into his body. The stained glass window behind them did not hold their impact, breaking into many shards of glass that pelted Redfield as he fell to the floor. Jill and Wesker plummeted from the window, and down into the night below. The last thing she had felt was the freefall. the rain as it slicked in her now then dark hair, and the pain...then blackness.

After waking she had found herself restrained from her own body, unable to even show the frustration that her sacrifice was …useless..

Sitting at a comm. center, Jill tilted her head slightly. Something had pulled her from entrenched thoughts. There had been a noise… The trained ears caught the sound too late. Something painful slammed into her low back, the paralyzation caused the woman to slam upon the metal console. Something was spreading in her.. It felt warm. Rising from behind Valentine's hunched form, the dark ghost reached around the slumped body. Another woman gently whispered to her quarry, throwing what looked like an epidural needle away from them.

"You will thank me later for that, my friend. You will not be able to move for a while, but it will help you fight what he's done to you. Be strong, Jill. Know that Chris is coming for you.. When you wake. Tell Him the BSAA is here. remember.."

Jill's eyes were fluttering closed, their sight impaired as the mysterious stranger moved close. Dark, red eyes bore into hers. the only thing she could see in the murkiness that swam before her eyes. Slipping into unconsciousness, Valentine knew she had to tell Wesker something… the BSAA..

Smiling in triumphant glee, The other woman gently pushed Jill over a little. Typing upon the comm. monitoring keypad, she readjusted the feed system, a constant loop of white noise crackling in the background. There wasn't much time left. everything had to be perfect otherwise everything would fall apart. Looking to the side, the fiery eyes softened. Gloved fingers smoothed back some of the blonde hair upon the other woman's head.

"You were a good teacher. you will not have suffered in vain, Jill Valentine."

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Crouched low, Chris sent a sidelong glance at his partner, huffing as a spray of marsh water hit the side of his face. After hitting the east section of the oil field, Irving had yet again evaded them. Ironically enough though, Josh Stone had survived, and was now piloting the secondary boat that the three had commandeered. Sheva had been overjoyed, despite trying to hide it out of consideration for her partner's feelings.

There they had learned that the facility extended out, and underneath half of the ancient ruins that covered the area. Irving didn't get far however, his escape boat nearly running aground their tiny motor skiff. The idiot had injected himself with a new strain of Plagas, creating a fight all three BSAA partners had rather not had happen. But it did teach Redfield the usefulness of turret guns.. The virus had a volatile effect, eventually killing the host, but not before his ominous warnings. His body has transformed into a quad mouthed , dinosaur-like being. Once the damage had been too much for his enhanced form, the tongue of the creature snapped off, landing in the boat.

It had revealed his human carcass , half absorbed by bubbling flesh. Before turning into a pile of literal goop, he cackled , saliva frothing at him burst lips. "All your answers await ahead, Chris...in that cave. If you can survive long enough to get there! Dying's not so bad. But it's not gonna change anything...you're still SCREWED! " The man had been nothing more than a puppet, a forerunner to something far more sinister. Chris had felt no sympathy for his self inflicted demise. Both Sheva and Chris felt there was a storm coming..

After parting with Josh at a sea cave entrance, the two ventured deeper into the African countryside. The ruins Josh had spoken of before had been far more extensive than any one of them had imagined, reaching several miles under the surface. The city looked long dead, except for the odd plant life that covered the area. Redfield stood awestruck at the botanic garden before him. Sheva's face displayed confusion and wonder, before her boots an unidentified species of flower blooming virulently.

"How could these survive down here?"

Not answering, Redfield leapt forward. Rubbing dirt and rust from what looked like an old storage crate that was laying upon its side. A familiar symbol showed through the grime. "Umbrella.." The very name haunted him, sending a shiver spiking down the man's spine. Chris ground his teeth together, eyeing the various equipment that was strewn around the garden site. More Umbrella equipment and some of another company came into view..

"Some of this is Tricell... Were they working together?"

The Tricell Corporation had been a prodigy of the Umbrella Corporation, growing larger within its shadow. Rising from its predecessor's ashes, the company had managed to keep its nose clean for the media, despite the rumors. Until now…