Author's Note: Yeah, I'm attempting to make the "author's note" part of each chapter relatively smaller, so that you the fans get to have more nice material to read and then review about, to either flame or praise the chapter. Hopefully it'll be the second one...
Also, you might want to reread Chapter One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, and Seven. They are slightly revised with a bit more detail, as well as using "-" instead of "~", if you know what I mean...
Also, sorry for misspelling Carlos' last name wrong. From here on out, it'll be fixed to "Carlos Oliviera". Sorry for the rather big spelling mistake...
Oh yeah, and this isn't as...well, it's not like chapter ten, which featured Rebecca...just read ten to find out what I mean, or heck, you could even be nice by reviewing that chapter after reading it...
Finally, thank you for all the reviews so far, guys...I anxiously await more reviews, as they are my inspiration for writing...too bad I didn't get any reviews for the last chapter, but hopefully I'l get some for this chapter, heh heh....*nudge nudge*
Anyways, on with the chapter...
-Even Fond Memories Can Come Back To Haunt You.... -
-By Brian Marcelo-
-brianmarcelo@hotmail.com-
Rated R...
-Hostage Situation-
-Chapter Eleven-
-H.C.F. Main Headquarters in Paris-
"Stay the hell away from me!" shouted Steve at the top of his lungs, as he struggled to get away from the scientists, "Don't even think of touching me with those needles!"
"Calm down...we're just going to get samples of your T-Veronica virus..." said the young scientist, who was the same one who had examined him along with the older scientist when Steve was being resurrected.
"Yes...if you just sit still we'll be done in no time..." said the older scientist, as he tried advancing towards Steve, with a rather big needle in his hand.
"No! You stay away from me, you crazy doctor!" replied Steve, as he backed away from them.
All of the sudden, a tall figure appeared in the doorway to Steve's cell, looking angry as he stared at Steve.
"Is there a problem?" said the figure, as his eyes darted from Steve to the two scientists, "I thought you two said you could handle Mr. Burnside here."
"Well sir, we did but...he's apparently very frightened of needles...sir..." mumbled the young scientist meekly.
"Why do you need samples of the T-Veronica virus from him? Didn't you already get them while he was being revived?" asked Wesker, looking obviously annoyed.
"Yes sir, but we've run tests on Mr. Burnside while he was unconscious, and it shows that the T-Veronica virus in his bloodstream have actually stabilized!" said the older scientist excitedly, "so basically, it makes the unstable samples of the T-Veronica virus unnecessary."
"There's no way in hell I'm going to cooperate with you!" shouted Steve defiantly, "I'm not going to let you sick people create any more monsters to hurt people!"
"I just have to do everything myself, don't I?" sighed Wesker, as he walked up to Steve and swiftly knocked him out with just one punch, not giving the poor guy enough time to figure out what was happening.
The scientists, in complete surprise, shock, and awe at the speed and power of Wesker, decided not to ask Wesker how he did that and, instead, quickly kneeled down to the once again unconscious Steve Burnside and began taking samples of his blood. Once they were done taking enough samples, they left, excited about the prospect of stabilizing the T-Veronica virus using advanced means. Wesker however, stayed in the room and waited for them to get out.
"You, Mr. Burnside...are going to help me get revenge..." he said coldly, as he picked him up, slung him over his shoulder, and carried him outside of the room.
-In another part of the H.C.F facility....-
The young woman known as Ada Wong looked into the mirror, eyes darting over to the rather big scar on her abdomen, which she had received after being swung against a control panel by an enraged Mr. X, who she had aggravated by shooting him at point blank range on his face.
Thinking about the incident wasn't nearly as amusing at looking at her H.C.F. file. Not in the least bit.
During the incident, it was the first time she had truly fallen in love, the first time she had risked her life for someone else, the first time she did something right...
However, it was first time she had died. A painful, slow death...
Shaking her head as if to get Leon S. Kennedy out of her head, she proceeded out of the room, intent on not letting someone like him confuse her life any more then it already was.
Besides, for her, love was something you could switch on and off, like a light bulb.
Love meant nothing to her now, especially since it was the reason she had died in the first place.
All there was to her life was her work as a spy for H.C.F.
-Umbrella Main Headquarters in Paris-
"It doesn't make any sense, dammit. The President is a buffoon...he denies my request to infiltrate H.C.F. so that I can retrieve the T-Veronica virus, yet he does something else that is a complete waste of Umbrella's time." said Hunk, as he lit a cigarette.
"I'm telling you, they should just send me after ex-S.T.A.R.S. member Jill Valentine and ex-U.B.C.S. Corporal Carlos Oliviera. Why do they have to waste valuable resources of the company just to track down two people?" asked Agent Hunk, wondering why the hell he wasn't being sent after them.
"Like I've said a million times, 'Mr. Death', I do what the higher-ups tell me to do. I can't do a damn thing about your situation and lack of use here..." replied a scientists annoyingly, as he was operating on what appeared to be a dead body.
A big dead body that had tentacles all over it.
"The higher-ups are fools...they send B.O.W. after B.O.W. and each one has been destroyed. The Tyrant that was being developed at the Spencer Mansion was destroyed along with the mansion itself...then the Mr. X had been destroyed by Leon S. Kennedy...and don't forget about the Nemesis that you had sent after Jill Valentine and the rest of the S.T.A.R.S. members...that one was a failure just like everything else." said Hunk, as recalled the events of what happened in Raccoon City.
"With every failure comes success! We are closer then ever to perfecting the Tyrant and it's variants! This new prototype Nemesis is even stronger then it's predecessor! It will destroy Miss Valentine and Mr. Oliviera...just you watch, 'Mr. Death'. He will make you obsolete..." said the scientist, with acid in his voice as he grinned with pride over the newest B.O.W. that he helped design and create.
Hunk, disgusted with the scientist's unhealthy, and not to mention obsessive, enthusiasm over the new Nemesis prototype, left the room without a word.
-In the H.C.F. Parking Lot, half an hour after Wesker kidnapped Steve...-
"Revenge is so near..." said Wesker aloud, as he began to tie up the still unconscious Steve Burnside and handcuff him, putting him into the backseat of his car.
Wesker had it all planned out. Just an hour ago he had someone leave a note on the door of the Redfield's hotel room when no one was around, and half an hour ago he just kidnapped Steve Burnside from H.C.F.'s lab facility without any of the scientists suspecting a thing. Now, he was going to drive to the central of downtown Paris and hold Steve Burnside hostage as bait, all in public, as he would then wait for Claire and Chris Redfield to arrive.
Sure, he might risk getting questioned by H.C.F. later, and sure, he may get spotted looking rather odd in the middle of Paris, holding someone who was handcuffed, tied up, and half conscious...but still...he would get revenge on the two people that had caused him immense trouble during the Mansion incident, and almost made him lost a sample of the T-Veronica virus in Antarctica.
He didn't care about H.C.F. at the moment. All he cared about was revenge on the Redfields, especially Chris.
"Soon Chris Redfield...you shall feel what I went through...in the worst way possible..." he said, smirking as he started driving towards downtown Paris, "And after I've taken care of you and your little sister...the Queen is next..."
-French restaurant where Leon, Claire, Chris, Jill, Rebecca, and Carlos are-
"Hey, sorry about dumping the water on you, Carlos, but I had to find a way of waking you up fast." smirked Chris, as he tried to make his apology as..."sincere" as possible.
"Eh...no problem man...just...don't do that again, alright?" groaned Carlos, not sure if Chris was really sorry or not.
"Huh?" said Leon aloud, wondering what the hell they were talking about.
Claire, also confused about what they were talking about, scooted over to where Jill was sitting and asked her what had happened. Jill, who was only slightly less confused then Claire, merely said, "Chris wanted to wake him up...so he did."
Claire looked at her brother oddly; he wasn't the type of person to do things like that without a reason.
"Hey Jill, do you know why he did that?" she asked the older girl, hoping that she'd have an answer.
"All he told me was that he wanted to wake him up...come to think of it, Chris has been acting a little funny since he got here, at least to me." replied Jill, who was eating blueberry pancakes.
Claire looked at Chris and Jill for a while, wondering what was up.
"Chris Redfield and Jill Valentine. Both of them are partners. Both of them haven't seen each other for a while. Now they're back together. Chris also seems to be glancing every now and then at Jill. Is it just me, or does this sound like the beginning of a cliché romance?" thought Claire to herself, realizing that her brother obviously had the hots for Jill Valentine.
Grinning evilly, Claire thought that she, being the kid sister of Chris, should be the first one to notify Jill of Chris' feelings towards her.
"Jill?" whispered Claire, as she put her hand to Jill's ear as to cover her mouth movements, in case Chris somehow secretly learned how to read lips.
"Uh...yeah Claire?" replied Jill, wondering what Claire was gonna say or do.
"You know how Chris feels about you, right?" asked the young Redfield.
"What...?" replied Jill, who was starting to get an idea of it.
"He's falling for you, of course." stated Claire, just low enough so that Chris and Carlos couldn't hear.
Jill Valentine had a lot of admirers, and her biggest one that she knew about for a while was Carlos. Chris Redfield had always been her friend and partner, and she had almost seriously considered, while drunk, to bring Chris home with her after the Christmas party that was going on at the R.P.D. just to see what would happen.
This...this was something she hadn't expected from her partner.
"Chris Redfield...falling for me...?" thought Jill Valentine to herself, as she blushed a deep red.
"Uh...Jill? You okay?" asked Chris, who looked worried after noticing Jill's increasingly red cheeks, thinking she was sick or something.
"What? Oh...it's nothing Chris..." she said with a soft smile, "I'm absolutely great, actually..."
-At the Paris Hotel, Barry's Room-
"That's the last of 'em..." said Barry, as he packed the two rather large backpacks with the various guns and ammo that the S.T.A.R.S. would need to take down Umbrella. He had chosen to join the group for breakfast later, instead wanting to make sure they had everything packed.
Umbrella...the corporation that had been ruining his life for a long time now.
He had been blackmailed by Wesker, who threatened his family, to help him destroy evidence as well as lure the S.T.A.R.S. members to the Spencer Mansion.
Umbrella....Umbrella was the reason he wasn't home in Canada with his family...his loving wife, his two daughters...
Even though he was forgiven by his teammates, he still had a debt to pay to them, after everything he had done, so he left with Chris and Rebecca to Paris, where they were now planning Umbrella's demise.
"These guys...I have to protect them. They're like my kids...especially since I'm the oldest one here. I betrayed them.....I have a debt to repay to them...my friends." Barry said to himself, as he made sure everything was set.
As he walked out of the room with the backpacks slung over his back, he noticed there was a note taped to the door of the Redfield's room.
"Nobody else but us know we're here..." said Barry, as he picked up the note and put it into his pocket, deciding that he'd give it to Claire and Chris when he got to the restaurant they were at.
"Probably an old friend of Chris' in Paris wants to meet up with him or something." said Barry with a grin as he left the hotel, thinking that Chris had undoubtedly met a girl while he was in Paris the first time.
-At the same airport that Claire and Chris had arrived in the day before...-
"Wasn't that a nice flight, lady?" said a young boy, as he followed Alexia Ashford out of the airplane.
"No. Go away, ant." said Alexia.
"It was fuuunnn!! We got to watch movies and fly!! Wasn't that great?" said the young boy again, making flying motions with his toy plane.
"No." said Alexia, getting more annoyed by the young boy every second.
"Whee! I love airplanes! Life is so fun! Whee!" squealed the little boy happily.
Alexia stopped walking and knelt down in front of the boy and said, "Do you think it would be fun if I turned you and everyone else in Paris into my worker ants, who obeyed all of my commands and nothing else but my commands, for all of your natural existence?"
The young boy ran off crying, screaming for his mom because of the scary lady. Alexia, satisfied with her work, walked out of the airport and reluctantly hailed a taxi, since she didn't want to cause a scene just yet with her ability to summon large tentacles to move around.
"Where to?" asked the taxi driver gruffly.
"Umbrella Pharmaceutical's main headquarters here in Paris." she said, with dark flames visible in her pupils, "and step on it."
-Downtown Paris-
"The Queen...is here in Paris..." groaned Steve, as he started to wake up, slowly realizing that he was bound in rope and handcuffs.
"You're finally awake." said Wesker, looking angry, "The Queen, eh? She'll be...taken care of..."
"She's more powerful then powerful..." said Steve, still a bit groggy.
"Quiet!" shouted Wesker, as he backhanded Steve, which made a bloody mark on Steve's right cheek.
"Mm...mm...." mumbled Steve, as he tried to struggle out of his confinements, "What are you going to do with me...?"
"You're my hostage..or rather, my bait. You should be happy though, Mr. Burnside, because I've made arrangements so that Ms. Redfield will be joining us shortly." said Wesker, who sounded amused now.
"Cla-claire...? Claire's coming...?" said Steve, looking surprised.
"Soon, Mr. Burnside. Soon." replied Wesker cryptically, as he awaited for the Redfield's arrival.
-End of Chapter Eleven-
Stay tuned for Chapter Twelve...
Someone is going to die…and you'll never guess who…
Also, you might want to reread Chapter One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, and Seven. They are slightly revised with a bit more detail, as well as using "-" instead of "~", if you know what I mean...
Also, sorry for misspelling Carlos' last name wrong. From here on out, it'll be fixed to "Carlos Oliviera". Sorry for the rather big spelling mistake...
Oh yeah, and this isn't as...well, it's not like chapter ten, which featured Rebecca...just read ten to find out what I mean, or heck, you could even be nice by reviewing that chapter after reading it...
Finally, thank you for all the reviews so far, guys...I anxiously await more reviews, as they are my inspiration for writing...too bad I didn't get any reviews for the last chapter, but hopefully I'l get some for this chapter, heh heh....*nudge nudge*
Anyways, on with the chapter...
-Even Fond Memories Can Come Back To Haunt You.... -
-By Brian Marcelo-
-brianmarcelo@hotmail.com-
Rated R...
-Hostage Situation-
-Chapter Eleven-
-H.C.F. Main Headquarters in Paris-
"Stay the hell away from me!" shouted Steve at the top of his lungs, as he struggled to get away from the scientists, "Don't even think of touching me with those needles!"
"Calm down...we're just going to get samples of your T-Veronica virus..." said the young scientist, who was the same one who had examined him along with the older scientist when Steve was being resurrected.
"Yes...if you just sit still we'll be done in no time..." said the older scientist, as he tried advancing towards Steve, with a rather big needle in his hand.
"No! You stay away from me, you crazy doctor!" replied Steve, as he backed away from them.
All of the sudden, a tall figure appeared in the doorway to Steve's cell, looking angry as he stared at Steve.
"Is there a problem?" said the figure, as his eyes darted from Steve to the two scientists, "I thought you two said you could handle Mr. Burnside here."
"Well sir, we did but...he's apparently very frightened of needles...sir..." mumbled the young scientist meekly.
"Why do you need samples of the T-Veronica virus from him? Didn't you already get them while he was being revived?" asked Wesker, looking obviously annoyed.
"Yes sir, but we've run tests on Mr. Burnside while he was unconscious, and it shows that the T-Veronica virus in his bloodstream have actually stabilized!" said the older scientist excitedly, "so basically, it makes the unstable samples of the T-Veronica virus unnecessary."
"There's no way in hell I'm going to cooperate with you!" shouted Steve defiantly, "I'm not going to let you sick people create any more monsters to hurt people!"
"I just have to do everything myself, don't I?" sighed Wesker, as he walked up to Steve and swiftly knocked him out with just one punch, not giving the poor guy enough time to figure out what was happening.
The scientists, in complete surprise, shock, and awe at the speed and power of Wesker, decided not to ask Wesker how he did that and, instead, quickly kneeled down to the once again unconscious Steve Burnside and began taking samples of his blood. Once they were done taking enough samples, they left, excited about the prospect of stabilizing the T-Veronica virus using advanced means. Wesker however, stayed in the room and waited for them to get out.
"You, Mr. Burnside...are going to help me get revenge..." he said coldly, as he picked him up, slung him over his shoulder, and carried him outside of the room.
-In another part of the H.C.F facility....-
The young woman known as Ada Wong looked into the mirror, eyes darting over to the rather big scar on her abdomen, which she had received after being swung against a control panel by an enraged Mr. X, who she had aggravated by shooting him at point blank range on his face.
Thinking about the incident wasn't nearly as amusing at looking at her H.C.F. file. Not in the least bit.
During the incident, it was the first time she had truly fallen in love, the first time she had risked her life for someone else, the first time she did something right...
However, it was first time she had died. A painful, slow death...
Shaking her head as if to get Leon S. Kennedy out of her head, she proceeded out of the room, intent on not letting someone like him confuse her life any more then it already was.
Besides, for her, love was something you could switch on and off, like a light bulb.
Love meant nothing to her now, especially since it was the reason she had died in the first place.
All there was to her life was her work as a spy for H.C.F.
-Umbrella Main Headquarters in Paris-
"It doesn't make any sense, dammit. The President is a buffoon...he denies my request to infiltrate H.C.F. so that I can retrieve the T-Veronica virus, yet he does something else that is a complete waste of Umbrella's time." said Hunk, as he lit a cigarette.
"I'm telling you, they should just send me after ex-S.T.A.R.S. member Jill Valentine and ex-U.B.C.S. Corporal Carlos Oliviera. Why do they have to waste valuable resources of the company just to track down two people?" asked Agent Hunk, wondering why the hell he wasn't being sent after them.
"Like I've said a million times, 'Mr. Death', I do what the higher-ups tell me to do. I can't do a damn thing about your situation and lack of use here..." replied a scientists annoyingly, as he was operating on what appeared to be a dead body.
A big dead body that had tentacles all over it.
"The higher-ups are fools...they send B.O.W. after B.O.W. and each one has been destroyed. The Tyrant that was being developed at the Spencer Mansion was destroyed along with the mansion itself...then the Mr. X had been destroyed by Leon S. Kennedy...and don't forget about the Nemesis that you had sent after Jill Valentine and the rest of the S.T.A.R.S. members...that one was a failure just like everything else." said Hunk, as recalled the events of what happened in Raccoon City.
"With every failure comes success! We are closer then ever to perfecting the Tyrant and it's variants! This new prototype Nemesis is even stronger then it's predecessor! It will destroy Miss Valentine and Mr. Oliviera...just you watch, 'Mr. Death'. He will make you obsolete..." said the scientist, with acid in his voice as he grinned with pride over the newest B.O.W. that he helped design and create.
Hunk, disgusted with the scientist's unhealthy, and not to mention obsessive, enthusiasm over the new Nemesis prototype, left the room without a word.
-In the H.C.F. Parking Lot, half an hour after Wesker kidnapped Steve...-
"Revenge is so near..." said Wesker aloud, as he began to tie up the still unconscious Steve Burnside and handcuff him, putting him into the backseat of his car.
Wesker had it all planned out. Just an hour ago he had someone leave a note on the door of the Redfield's hotel room when no one was around, and half an hour ago he just kidnapped Steve Burnside from H.C.F.'s lab facility without any of the scientists suspecting a thing. Now, he was going to drive to the central of downtown Paris and hold Steve Burnside hostage as bait, all in public, as he would then wait for Claire and Chris Redfield to arrive.
Sure, he might risk getting questioned by H.C.F. later, and sure, he may get spotted looking rather odd in the middle of Paris, holding someone who was handcuffed, tied up, and half conscious...but still...he would get revenge on the two people that had caused him immense trouble during the Mansion incident, and almost made him lost a sample of the T-Veronica virus in Antarctica.
He didn't care about H.C.F. at the moment. All he cared about was revenge on the Redfields, especially Chris.
"Soon Chris Redfield...you shall feel what I went through...in the worst way possible..." he said, smirking as he started driving towards downtown Paris, "And after I've taken care of you and your little sister...the Queen is next..."
-French restaurant where Leon, Claire, Chris, Jill, Rebecca, and Carlos are-
"Hey, sorry about dumping the water on you, Carlos, but I had to find a way of waking you up fast." smirked Chris, as he tried to make his apology as..."sincere" as possible.
"Eh...no problem man...just...don't do that again, alright?" groaned Carlos, not sure if Chris was really sorry or not.
"Huh?" said Leon aloud, wondering what the hell they were talking about.
Claire, also confused about what they were talking about, scooted over to where Jill was sitting and asked her what had happened. Jill, who was only slightly less confused then Claire, merely said, "Chris wanted to wake him up...so he did."
Claire looked at her brother oddly; he wasn't the type of person to do things like that without a reason.
"Hey Jill, do you know why he did that?" she asked the older girl, hoping that she'd have an answer.
"All he told me was that he wanted to wake him up...come to think of it, Chris has been acting a little funny since he got here, at least to me." replied Jill, who was eating blueberry pancakes.
Claire looked at Chris and Jill for a while, wondering what was up.
"Chris Redfield and Jill Valentine. Both of them are partners. Both of them haven't seen each other for a while. Now they're back together. Chris also seems to be glancing every now and then at Jill. Is it just me, or does this sound like the beginning of a cliché romance?" thought Claire to herself, realizing that her brother obviously had the hots for Jill Valentine.
Grinning evilly, Claire thought that she, being the kid sister of Chris, should be the first one to notify Jill of Chris' feelings towards her.
"Jill?" whispered Claire, as she put her hand to Jill's ear as to cover her mouth movements, in case Chris somehow secretly learned how to read lips.
"Uh...yeah Claire?" replied Jill, wondering what Claire was gonna say or do.
"You know how Chris feels about you, right?" asked the young Redfield.
"What...?" replied Jill, who was starting to get an idea of it.
"He's falling for you, of course." stated Claire, just low enough so that Chris and Carlos couldn't hear.
Jill Valentine had a lot of admirers, and her biggest one that she knew about for a while was Carlos. Chris Redfield had always been her friend and partner, and she had almost seriously considered, while drunk, to bring Chris home with her after the Christmas party that was going on at the R.P.D. just to see what would happen.
This...this was something she hadn't expected from her partner.
"Chris Redfield...falling for me...?" thought Jill Valentine to herself, as she blushed a deep red.
"Uh...Jill? You okay?" asked Chris, who looked worried after noticing Jill's increasingly red cheeks, thinking she was sick or something.
"What? Oh...it's nothing Chris..." she said with a soft smile, "I'm absolutely great, actually..."
-At the Paris Hotel, Barry's Room-
"That's the last of 'em..." said Barry, as he packed the two rather large backpacks with the various guns and ammo that the S.T.A.R.S. would need to take down Umbrella. He had chosen to join the group for breakfast later, instead wanting to make sure they had everything packed.
Umbrella...the corporation that had been ruining his life for a long time now.
He had been blackmailed by Wesker, who threatened his family, to help him destroy evidence as well as lure the S.T.A.R.S. members to the Spencer Mansion.
Umbrella....Umbrella was the reason he wasn't home in Canada with his family...his loving wife, his two daughters...
Even though he was forgiven by his teammates, he still had a debt to pay to them, after everything he had done, so he left with Chris and Rebecca to Paris, where they were now planning Umbrella's demise.
"These guys...I have to protect them. They're like my kids...especially since I'm the oldest one here. I betrayed them.....I have a debt to repay to them...my friends." Barry said to himself, as he made sure everything was set.
As he walked out of the room with the backpacks slung over his back, he noticed there was a note taped to the door of the Redfield's room.
"Nobody else but us know we're here..." said Barry, as he picked up the note and put it into his pocket, deciding that he'd give it to Claire and Chris when he got to the restaurant they were at.
"Probably an old friend of Chris' in Paris wants to meet up with him or something." said Barry with a grin as he left the hotel, thinking that Chris had undoubtedly met a girl while he was in Paris the first time.
-At the same airport that Claire and Chris had arrived in the day before...-
"Wasn't that a nice flight, lady?" said a young boy, as he followed Alexia Ashford out of the airplane.
"No. Go away, ant." said Alexia.
"It was fuuunnn!! We got to watch movies and fly!! Wasn't that great?" said the young boy again, making flying motions with his toy plane.
"No." said Alexia, getting more annoyed by the young boy every second.
"Whee! I love airplanes! Life is so fun! Whee!" squealed the little boy happily.
Alexia stopped walking and knelt down in front of the boy and said, "Do you think it would be fun if I turned you and everyone else in Paris into my worker ants, who obeyed all of my commands and nothing else but my commands, for all of your natural existence?"
The young boy ran off crying, screaming for his mom because of the scary lady. Alexia, satisfied with her work, walked out of the airport and reluctantly hailed a taxi, since she didn't want to cause a scene just yet with her ability to summon large tentacles to move around.
"Where to?" asked the taxi driver gruffly.
"Umbrella Pharmaceutical's main headquarters here in Paris." she said, with dark flames visible in her pupils, "and step on it."
-Downtown Paris-
"The Queen...is here in Paris..." groaned Steve, as he started to wake up, slowly realizing that he was bound in rope and handcuffs.
"You're finally awake." said Wesker, looking angry, "The Queen, eh? She'll be...taken care of..."
"She's more powerful then powerful..." said Steve, still a bit groggy.
"Quiet!" shouted Wesker, as he backhanded Steve, which made a bloody mark on Steve's right cheek.
"Mm...mm...." mumbled Steve, as he tried to struggle out of his confinements, "What are you going to do with me...?"
"You're my hostage..or rather, my bait. You should be happy though, Mr. Burnside, because I've made arrangements so that Ms. Redfield will be joining us shortly." said Wesker, who sounded amused now.
"Cla-claire...? Claire's coming...?" said Steve, looking surprised.
"Soon, Mr. Burnside. Soon." replied Wesker cryptically, as he awaited for the Redfield's arrival.
-End of Chapter Eleven-
Stay tuned for Chapter Twelve...
Someone is going to die…and you'll never guess who…