Author's Note:
Thanks goes to (In Order of Appearance for all chapters so far): random echo, Claire Burnside267, a reader, diddly day, Zil, Tasha Burnside, Umbrella-Experiment, Parasite Lin, Biohazard 101, Cand, Queen Kristina, Apokruphos, Redfield 99, Yumi Konoe, Chandler01, Lyger, Chicky Tifa, D-2Artemis, Shin, Simon552, Jimbo Jones, claire3407, Squall Leonhart, Mayaku, President Evil, ashford2ashford, The Elvish Vampire Seira, Felicia, Mayumi-H, Mossberg, Serena, Dragonchan, Lily, Reazher, Wesker, iMac722, Diamond Angel, Rayne18, Joanne Beverly, Neromancer 13, and Misterbuu!
Thanks goes to the reviewers of Chapter Twenty-One: Serena, Dragonchan, Mossberg, Rayne18, Joanne Beverly, Neromancer 13, Diamond Angel, and Misterbuu!
A quick note: This story just happens to jive a bit with my story "Shattered Mirror" since there's a few references to it and such. Rebecca's so cool.
No matter what, I am going to finish this story...so don't worry.
On with yet another chapter...
- Even Fond Memories Can Come Back To Haunt You.... -
- By Brian Marcelo -
- brianmarcelo@hotmail.com -
- Rated R. -
- Betraying the Devil -
- Chapter Twenty-Two -
* * *
Chris had had enough. Not only did Wesker kill his sister in cold blood, but now he was threatening to kill another person that Chris cared about so much, Jill Valentine. The only thing that was keeping him together after Claire's death was Jill, and the love that she brought to Chris' restless soul.
No matter what happened to him, Chris was going to do everything he could to prevent what happened to his teammates and...Claire...happen to the last important thing in his life...
"Wesker! I won't let you take anymore lives!" yelled Chris, his voice booming with rage as he fired round after round at his former Captain, who didn't even bother to move as the bullets pierced his gray, inhuman skin.
"Is that all you've got?" Wesker said haughtily, as he mockingly waved his combat knife, "because if it is, I'm terribly afraid Jill won't have much time left..."
Chris could only clench in teeth in anger as Wesker waved the knife around, realizing the futility of his attack. If he couldn't stop him, then how could he protect Jill as well as avenge Claire...? Even though everything started to look bleak, Chris wouldn't give up, no matter what he had to do to win...
* * *
"Put your hands behind your head," she said sternly, taking the safety off the handgun, "and tell me what the hell is happening here."
He only smirked as he turned around to face her, looking amused at the sight of Claire holding a gun at him. "Haven't we done this before?"
"Shut up!" she said coldly, as she fired a warning shot near his head, "I know you're not Steve...this is all just some elaborate illusion, isn't it? Now, who are you, and what is going on here?"
"Oh, now you figure it out? Even though that big scary Tyrant practically told you earlier, huh?" he said, as though everything was just a joke to him.
Her eyes grew wide with disbelief. "You mean..."
He walked right up to her, his face just inches away from hers, and said, with a maniacal sneer, "Yeah, you're in Hell. And that's because you--"
* * *
"...Died...she...she...didn't she die...?" Leon managed to mumble out, thinking it was impossible that Ada Wong was standing just a few feet away from him...
'Standing right now to Wesker...' he mentally told himself, still in slight shock from those two, together, side-by-side.
Leon looked sadly at Ada, wondering how she could ever go back to being on the side of evil. 'She couldn't possibly be working together with Wesker...after everything she and I went through during Raccoon City...this just can't be happening...'
Meanwhile, Ada kept trying not to look at Leon's face, her heart feeling like it was breaking from just seeing the expression his face. Just a minute ago she was staring longingly at him, the one person she ever truly loved, and now she was trying her best not to even glance his way. Even though she couldn't see him, she knew that he was undoubtedly shocked, and perhaps even heart-broken at her decision to help Wesker.
'I'm sorry Leon...' she thought to herself, as she tried to regain her composure, 'If there was only someway I could make things right...'
And in a flash of understanding, it came to her. A way to make things right, or at least, redeem her for being on Wesker's side.
'Poor Wesker though...' she thought, 'all he wanted to do in his life was to become a hero like Superman...but that lust for power corrupted him, making his childhood dream into some perverted nightmare...'
She shook her head to try and clear it up, focusing at the task at hand. If she did this, she'd risk losing everything, but at least...she would know she had done the right thing.
* * *
Rebecca, Barry, and Carlos weren't sure what to do. They feared that firing at Wesker would only provoke him more into killing one of them, or even all of them, so they were waiting for the right time to strike. Besides that, they felt that they should let Chris have his revenge on what Wesker did to all of them, since his sister now lay dead.
Carlos tilted his head towards Steve, who looked like he was ready to strike at anytime. Plastered on to his face was a look of pure anger, not unlike Chris', which was sort of unsettling. There was no telling what someone like Steve would do, especially since the only people who really knew him was Claire, and well, she was dead. Carlos could only assume that the guy had gotten pretty close to Claire, so close that he was ready to kill Wesker as soon as the opportunity presented itself.
Rebecca on the other hand, drifted back to what had happened before all this. Wesker...she had ruined her life so completely in the past that she had been become a shell of a former self. Besides killing all her teammates, Wesker had killed the only person she had ever loved, Richard Aiken. It still was killing her inside that she couldn't even save Richard, despite the fact that she was a biochemist and a medic. He had saved her from that huge snake, only to be eaten by a damned T-virus infected shark as he tried to save Chris.
When Chris had told her that Richard had died saving him, she couldn't help but feel angry deep down at him, because not only was Chris indirectly responsible for Richard dying, but to add insult to injury, he was holding Richard's custom shotgun in his hands.
'Why did you have to pick that up? Couldn't you let him at least die with his treasured weapon?! After all, you're responsible for his death!' she had thought darkly at the time, despite the fact that she knew she was being unreasonable in judging Chris. After all, they were friends, and she knew that Chris would've done the same thing that Richard had done for him; besides, they would need all the firepower they could get their hands on if they had hoped to escape the mansion. Later she was thankful that he had managed upon Richard's custom S.T.A.R.S. shotgun, seeing as how she was able to bury it along with some of Richard's other treasured S.T.A.R.S. trinkets in a small coffin, since there was obviously no body to bury.
Poor Chris. Rebecca felt deeply sorry for Chris, especially since she knew what he was going through. Claire was just a bit older then Rebecca, and often Chris mentioned how similar they were, making Rebecca feel as though she had a connection with the female Redfield. Too bad she would never get a chance to see how similar she was to Claire, now that poor Claire was--
* * *
"Dead...?" she quietly whispered out, "I'm...dead...?"
She couldn't believe it, despite her current location, plus the fact that a Tyrant and something resembling Steve had plainly told her what she had been dreading. When she first arrived had arrived here, wherever here was, she had thought this place was suppose to be Hell. Once she saw Steve, she couldn't possibly believe that this place was Hell. However, it looks like once again, Hell made sure that she knew where she was.
It was sort of funny in a way, since she as well as her brother weren't really brought up learning all about the Bible and such; their parents had thought it was better to simply instill morals and values in them, instead of confusing them with literature that often contradicted itself, as well as being somewhat outdated in these modern times.
"But mommy, won't we go to Hell for not reading the Bible?" she recalled saying, being ever so curious at the tender age of six.
Her mother had gasped and asked her why she would ask something like that, which Claire replied with the classic "a friend at school told me that today" line.
"My silly Claire..." her mom had said, giving Claire a big hug, "just because we don't read the Bible doesn't mean we don't believe in God. It's just that daddy and me believe that all you need to do is to just be the bestest person you can be, and do lots of good things. So don't you worry about going to Hell or anything, kay my little Claire?"
Claire couldn't help laughing a little at the irony. After all the good she did in her relatively short life, it was not enough to let her into whatever lay ahead.
Had her mother been wrong about her beliefs...?
It didn't matter now, because she was dragged down to here, probably to spend the rest of eternity here, unless...
"So, are you gonna stop pointing that gun at me yet?" said the fake Steve in a cocky tone which quickly grew menacing, "Are am I going to have to make you...?"
* * *
Leon gasped loudly in shock as he got a better look at Ada's eyes; they were eerily yellow, and the pupils were slitted...
'Her eyes are just like...Weskers'...!' his minded yell to him as he continued to stare in disbelief.
Now it all made sense, how she was still alive, and why she was with Wesker. She was changed into a something inhuman, just like Wesker.
Leon's anger started rising as he stared now at Wesker, wondering how something so evil could be in this world. Not only did he kill the woman he loved, but also he made a monster out of a girl he once loved.
Slowly, as to not make it seem obvious, he reached for his shotgun, wanting to get his own shot at Wesker.
* * *
Steve stood numbly, watching Chris, the big brother of the girl he loved, and Wesker, the murderer of that same girl, exchanging words, both with acid in their tones.
What Steve wouldn't give just to have his own shot against Wesker. Everyone here had a grudge against him, but Steve knew that he, as well as Chris and Leon, were the ones who should be given the right to avenge the death of their beloved Claire. It didn't matter to Steve at the moment that he and Leon loved the same girl, since he didn't want to disrespect her memory any further then it had been. They were both united against a common enemy, one so vile that he could only be compared to a demon at the least.
'I've been dead before...I'll gladly die again if it means I can avenge you, Claire...' Steve thought to himself, as he slowly raised one of his sub-machine guns, apparently having the same thoughts as Leon, although neither could see what the other was doing.
* * *
Alexia Ashford smiled lightly as she kept her steady pace towards the Eiffel Tower, confident that she'd have the city of Paris under her control in a matter of hours.
"I've always wanted to have my own city of slaves," she thought cheerfully, her pace quickening in excitement, "and since those dreaded Redfields are here, I'll be able to kill two birds with one stone!"
The thought of killing those Redfields was exciting to her, almost as exciting as taking over a whole city. Sure, she could torture them for days on end until their bodies died slowly, but she had more important matters to attend to. For example, she always wanted a whole country or two to herself.
She sighed as she quickened her pace. 'It isn't easy being the most powerful, not to mention most beautiful, woman in the world, but I refuse to be anything else then perfection.'
Alexia stopped dead in her tracks when she realized that someone had been following her. Her hearing, which was unfortunately only normal, was unable to hear the rather loud footsteps that had started to quicken their own pace to keep up with her's.
She turned around, only to laugh a bit as she stared down her would-be stalker. "Ah, you must be that rather dirty and ugly Nemesis, I presume?"
* * *
Hunk found that finding someone like Alexia Ashford wasn't exactly easy in a city as big as Paris. First, he had gotten lost tracking her, and almost ran into what appeared to be the Nemesis-B. He supposed that it was sent out prior to the destruction of Umbrella, but he wasn't quite sure who the target would've been. For all he knew, the Nemesis could've simply been able to escape the building at around the same time Hunk had.
The lone soldier kept on running as fast as he could, hoping to see a glimpse of Alexia, hoping to have his questions answered, and his curiosity quenched. He was surprised with himself that he was actually stalking her technically. He was simply enthralled by her, for some mysterious reason unknown to him.
Hunk stopped running when he realized that he could make out a woman in a purple dress and a huge guy in a black trench coat standing near the Eiffel Tower.
"Looks like lady luck is on Mr. Death's side today..." he said with a sneer as he ran towards the two, clutching his shotgun in case there was going to be trouble.
* * *
Wesker smiled darkly as he adjusted his black sunglasses. "So what are you planning to do now, Redfield?"
Chris felt hopeless. There was nothing he could do; he knew that he couldn't win just by shooting at him now that Wesker was just like Alexia Ashford, he didn't have access to a Linear Launcher, and he had no chance in hell fighting hand-to-hand, unless he had a vial of whatever Wesker had taken to bring himself back to life after he had been impaled by that Tyrant back in the mansion.
'What am I thinking? I would never stoop to using something like that...I wouldn't dare think of becoming something even remotely like Wesker, but--' thought Chris, who's thoughts were cut short as Wesker made a tsk-tsk sound.
"Tsk, Redfield, you've run out of plans already? But all you've done is shoot at me! Heh, is that the best you've got?" said Wesker, as his tone started to become even more menacing, "I guess that means it's my turn to strike!"
Chris could only gasp in horror as he looked at Jill, who looked terrified, which was very uncharacteristic for her. Everything appeared in slow motion as his human eyes struggled to keep up with Wesker as he ran inhumanly fast next to Jill, knocking over Leon and Steve on the way. Jill attempted to dodge, only to be caught by the arm as Wesker paused, savoring the moment.
Wesker sneered as he held the knife triumphantly over Jill's head, who was struggling as hard as she could from his vice-like grip. "Say goodbye to Jill, Chris, because this is the last time you'll-"
Before Chris, Barry, Rebecca, and Carlos could manage to aim and shoot, Wesker's little speech was cut short as he crashed against a wall roughly, causing cracks to appear in it's foundation. Jill quickly ran to Chris' side as they all attempted to find who had freed Jill from her would-be murderer.
Leon stared in disbelief once again as he was the first to notice the one that had forcefully shoved Wesker aside from Jill...
"...Ada...?"
- End of Chapter Twenty-Two -
There you have it, I finally completed Chapter Twenty-Two. Now to start working on Chapter Three for Shattered Mirror and Chapter Three for Night On the Town. Don't worry about Chapter Twenty-Three for this story however, it'll be worked on just as well.
And yes, this story will be completed, no matter what happens! Some extra special thanks for reader Serena, who inspired me to finish pretty much everything in this chapter last night. ^_^; Also to Mossberg, for the tips on writing, as well as helping me get some damned inspiration. ^_^
As usual, please rate and review! ^_^
Sneak Peak at Chapter Twenty-Three:
Wesker groaned as he attempted to lift himself, feeling surprised to feel pain in his backside. He looked up to see that his attacker was the one person he didn't expect to betray him, after everything he had done for her. He had brought her back to life when he could've just left her to die, and now, here she was, taking a fighting stance, her eyes staring back at his.
'I even told you I wanted to be like Superman...what I fool was I...' Wesker thought with a angry scowl as he stood and dusted himself off, unsure of what he was going to do now that his only partner betrayed him.
Thanks goes to (In Order of Appearance for all chapters so far): random echo, Claire Burnside267, a reader, diddly day, Zil, Tasha Burnside, Umbrella-Experiment, Parasite Lin, Biohazard 101, Cand, Queen Kristina, Apokruphos, Redfield 99, Yumi Konoe, Chandler01, Lyger, Chicky Tifa, D-2Artemis, Shin, Simon552, Jimbo Jones, claire3407, Squall Leonhart, Mayaku, President Evil, ashford2ashford, The Elvish Vampire Seira, Felicia, Mayumi-H, Mossberg, Serena, Dragonchan, Lily, Reazher, Wesker, iMac722, Diamond Angel, Rayne18, Joanne Beverly, Neromancer 13, and Misterbuu!
Thanks goes to the reviewers of Chapter Twenty-One: Serena, Dragonchan, Mossberg, Rayne18, Joanne Beverly, Neromancer 13, Diamond Angel, and Misterbuu!
A quick note: This story just happens to jive a bit with my story "Shattered Mirror" since there's a few references to it and such. Rebecca's so cool.
No matter what, I am going to finish this story...so don't worry.
On with yet another chapter...
- Even Fond Memories Can Come Back To Haunt You.... -
- By Brian Marcelo -
- brianmarcelo@hotmail.com -
- Rated R. -
- Betraying the Devil -
- Chapter Twenty-Two -
* * *
Chris had had enough. Not only did Wesker kill his sister in cold blood, but now he was threatening to kill another person that Chris cared about so much, Jill Valentine. The only thing that was keeping him together after Claire's death was Jill, and the love that she brought to Chris' restless soul.
No matter what happened to him, Chris was going to do everything he could to prevent what happened to his teammates and...Claire...happen to the last important thing in his life...
"Wesker! I won't let you take anymore lives!" yelled Chris, his voice booming with rage as he fired round after round at his former Captain, who didn't even bother to move as the bullets pierced his gray, inhuman skin.
"Is that all you've got?" Wesker said haughtily, as he mockingly waved his combat knife, "because if it is, I'm terribly afraid Jill won't have much time left..."
Chris could only clench in teeth in anger as Wesker waved the knife around, realizing the futility of his attack. If he couldn't stop him, then how could he protect Jill as well as avenge Claire...? Even though everything started to look bleak, Chris wouldn't give up, no matter what he had to do to win...
* * *
"Put your hands behind your head," she said sternly, taking the safety off the handgun, "and tell me what the hell is happening here."
He only smirked as he turned around to face her, looking amused at the sight of Claire holding a gun at him. "Haven't we done this before?"
"Shut up!" she said coldly, as she fired a warning shot near his head, "I know you're not Steve...this is all just some elaborate illusion, isn't it? Now, who are you, and what is going on here?"
"Oh, now you figure it out? Even though that big scary Tyrant practically told you earlier, huh?" he said, as though everything was just a joke to him.
Her eyes grew wide with disbelief. "You mean..."
He walked right up to her, his face just inches away from hers, and said, with a maniacal sneer, "Yeah, you're in Hell. And that's because you--"
* * *
"...Died...she...she...didn't she die...?" Leon managed to mumble out, thinking it was impossible that Ada Wong was standing just a few feet away from him...
'Standing right now to Wesker...' he mentally told himself, still in slight shock from those two, together, side-by-side.
Leon looked sadly at Ada, wondering how she could ever go back to being on the side of evil. 'She couldn't possibly be working together with Wesker...after everything she and I went through during Raccoon City...this just can't be happening...'
Meanwhile, Ada kept trying not to look at Leon's face, her heart feeling like it was breaking from just seeing the expression his face. Just a minute ago she was staring longingly at him, the one person she ever truly loved, and now she was trying her best not to even glance his way. Even though she couldn't see him, she knew that he was undoubtedly shocked, and perhaps even heart-broken at her decision to help Wesker.
'I'm sorry Leon...' she thought to herself, as she tried to regain her composure, 'If there was only someway I could make things right...'
And in a flash of understanding, it came to her. A way to make things right, or at least, redeem her for being on Wesker's side.
'Poor Wesker though...' she thought, 'all he wanted to do in his life was to become a hero like Superman...but that lust for power corrupted him, making his childhood dream into some perverted nightmare...'
She shook her head to try and clear it up, focusing at the task at hand. If she did this, she'd risk losing everything, but at least...she would know she had done the right thing.
* * *
Rebecca, Barry, and Carlos weren't sure what to do. They feared that firing at Wesker would only provoke him more into killing one of them, or even all of them, so they were waiting for the right time to strike. Besides that, they felt that they should let Chris have his revenge on what Wesker did to all of them, since his sister now lay dead.
Carlos tilted his head towards Steve, who looked like he was ready to strike at anytime. Plastered on to his face was a look of pure anger, not unlike Chris', which was sort of unsettling. There was no telling what someone like Steve would do, especially since the only people who really knew him was Claire, and well, she was dead. Carlos could only assume that the guy had gotten pretty close to Claire, so close that he was ready to kill Wesker as soon as the opportunity presented itself.
Rebecca on the other hand, drifted back to what had happened before all this. Wesker...she had ruined her life so completely in the past that she had been become a shell of a former self. Besides killing all her teammates, Wesker had killed the only person she had ever loved, Richard Aiken. It still was killing her inside that she couldn't even save Richard, despite the fact that she was a biochemist and a medic. He had saved her from that huge snake, only to be eaten by a damned T-virus infected shark as he tried to save Chris.
When Chris had told her that Richard had died saving him, she couldn't help but feel angry deep down at him, because not only was Chris indirectly responsible for Richard dying, but to add insult to injury, he was holding Richard's custom shotgun in his hands.
'Why did you have to pick that up? Couldn't you let him at least die with his treasured weapon?! After all, you're responsible for his death!' she had thought darkly at the time, despite the fact that she knew she was being unreasonable in judging Chris. After all, they were friends, and she knew that Chris would've done the same thing that Richard had done for him; besides, they would need all the firepower they could get their hands on if they had hoped to escape the mansion. Later she was thankful that he had managed upon Richard's custom S.T.A.R.S. shotgun, seeing as how she was able to bury it along with some of Richard's other treasured S.T.A.R.S. trinkets in a small coffin, since there was obviously no body to bury.
Poor Chris. Rebecca felt deeply sorry for Chris, especially since she knew what he was going through. Claire was just a bit older then Rebecca, and often Chris mentioned how similar they were, making Rebecca feel as though she had a connection with the female Redfield. Too bad she would never get a chance to see how similar she was to Claire, now that poor Claire was--
* * *
"Dead...?" she quietly whispered out, "I'm...dead...?"
She couldn't believe it, despite her current location, plus the fact that a Tyrant and something resembling Steve had plainly told her what she had been dreading. When she first arrived had arrived here, wherever here was, she had thought this place was suppose to be Hell. Once she saw Steve, she couldn't possibly believe that this place was Hell. However, it looks like once again, Hell made sure that she knew where she was.
It was sort of funny in a way, since she as well as her brother weren't really brought up learning all about the Bible and such; their parents had thought it was better to simply instill morals and values in them, instead of confusing them with literature that often contradicted itself, as well as being somewhat outdated in these modern times.
"But mommy, won't we go to Hell for not reading the Bible?" she recalled saying, being ever so curious at the tender age of six.
Her mother had gasped and asked her why she would ask something like that, which Claire replied with the classic "a friend at school told me that today" line.
"My silly Claire..." her mom had said, giving Claire a big hug, "just because we don't read the Bible doesn't mean we don't believe in God. It's just that daddy and me believe that all you need to do is to just be the bestest person you can be, and do lots of good things. So don't you worry about going to Hell or anything, kay my little Claire?"
Claire couldn't help laughing a little at the irony. After all the good she did in her relatively short life, it was not enough to let her into whatever lay ahead.
Had her mother been wrong about her beliefs...?
It didn't matter now, because she was dragged down to here, probably to spend the rest of eternity here, unless...
"So, are you gonna stop pointing that gun at me yet?" said the fake Steve in a cocky tone which quickly grew menacing, "Are am I going to have to make you...?"
* * *
Leon gasped loudly in shock as he got a better look at Ada's eyes; they were eerily yellow, and the pupils were slitted...
'Her eyes are just like...Weskers'...!' his minded yell to him as he continued to stare in disbelief.
Now it all made sense, how she was still alive, and why she was with Wesker. She was changed into a something inhuman, just like Wesker.
Leon's anger started rising as he stared now at Wesker, wondering how something so evil could be in this world. Not only did he kill the woman he loved, but also he made a monster out of a girl he once loved.
Slowly, as to not make it seem obvious, he reached for his shotgun, wanting to get his own shot at Wesker.
* * *
Steve stood numbly, watching Chris, the big brother of the girl he loved, and Wesker, the murderer of that same girl, exchanging words, both with acid in their tones.
What Steve wouldn't give just to have his own shot against Wesker. Everyone here had a grudge against him, but Steve knew that he, as well as Chris and Leon, were the ones who should be given the right to avenge the death of their beloved Claire. It didn't matter to Steve at the moment that he and Leon loved the same girl, since he didn't want to disrespect her memory any further then it had been. They were both united against a common enemy, one so vile that he could only be compared to a demon at the least.
'I've been dead before...I'll gladly die again if it means I can avenge you, Claire...' Steve thought to himself, as he slowly raised one of his sub-machine guns, apparently having the same thoughts as Leon, although neither could see what the other was doing.
* * *
Alexia Ashford smiled lightly as she kept her steady pace towards the Eiffel Tower, confident that she'd have the city of Paris under her control in a matter of hours.
"I've always wanted to have my own city of slaves," she thought cheerfully, her pace quickening in excitement, "and since those dreaded Redfields are here, I'll be able to kill two birds with one stone!"
The thought of killing those Redfields was exciting to her, almost as exciting as taking over a whole city. Sure, she could torture them for days on end until their bodies died slowly, but she had more important matters to attend to. For example, she always wanted a whole country or two to herself.
She sighed as she quickened her pace. 'It isn't easy being the most powerful, not to mention most beautiful, woman in the world, but I refuse to be anything else then perfection.'
Alexia stopped dead in her tracks when she realized that someone had been following her. Her hearing, which was unfortunately only normal, was unable to hear the rather loud footsteps that had started to quicken their own pace to keep up with her's.
She turned around, only to laugh a bit as she stared down her would-be stalker. "Ah, you must be that rather dirty and ugly Nemesis, I presume?"
* * *
Hunk found that finding someone like Alexia Ashford wasn't exactly easy in a city as big as Paris. First, he had gotten lost tracking her, and almost ran into what appeared to be the Nemesis-B. He supposed that it was sent out prior to the destruction of Umbrella, but he wasn't quite sure who the target would've been. For all he knew, the Nemesis could've simply been able to escape the building at around the same time Hunk had.
The lone soldier kept on running as fast as he could, hoping to see a glimpse of Alexia, hoping to have his questions answered, and his curiosity quenched. He was surprised with himself that he was actually stalking her technically. He was simply enthralled by her, for some mysterious reason unknown to him.
Hunk stopped running when he realized that he could make out a woman in a purple dress and a huge guy in a black trench coat standing near the Eiffel Tower.
"Looks like lady luck is on Mr. Death's side today..." he said with a sneer as he ran towards the two, clutching his shotgun in case there was going to be trouble.
* * *
Wesker smiled darkly as he adjusted his black sunglasses. "So what are you planning to do now, Redfield?"
Chris felt hopeless. There was nothing he could do; he knew that he couldn't win just by shooting at him now that Wesker was just like Alexia Ashford, he didn't have access to a Linear Launcher, and he had no chance in hell fighting hand-to-hand, unless he had a vial of whatever Wesker had taken to bring himself back to life after he had been impaled by that Tyrant back in the mansion.
'What am I thinking? I would never stoop to using something like that...I wouldn't dare think of becoming something even remotely like Wesker, but--' thought Chris, who's thoughts were cut short as Wesker made a tsk-tsk sound.
"Tsk, Redfield, you've run out of plans already? But all you've done is shoot at me! Heh, is that the best you've got?" said Wesker, as his tone started to become even more menacing, "I guess that means it's my turn to strike!"
Chris could only gasp in horror as he looked at Jill, who looked terrified, which was very uncharacteristic for her. Everything appeared in slow motion as his human eyes struggled to keep up with Wesker as he ran inhumanly fast next to Jill, knocking over Leon and Steve on the way. Jill attempted to dodge, only to be caught by the arm as Wesker paused, savoring the moment.
Wesker sneered as he held the knife triumphantly over Jill's head, who was struggling as hard as she could from his vice-like grip. "Say goodbye to Jill, Chris, because this is the last time you'll-"
Before Chris, Barry, Rebecca, and Carlos could manage to aim and shoot, Wesker's little speech was cut short as he crashed against a wall roughly, causing cracks to appear in it's foundation. Jill quickly ran to Chris' side as they all attempted to find who had freed Jill from her would-be murderer.
Leon stared in disbelief once again as he was the first to notice the one that had forcefully shoved Wesker aside from Jill...
"...Ada...?"
- End of Chapter Twenty-Two -
There you have it, I finally completed Chapter Twenty-Two. Now to start working on Chapter Three for Shattered Mirror and Chapter Three for Night On the Town. Don't worry about Chapter Twenty-Three for this story however, it'll be worked on just as well.
And yes, this story will be completed, no matter what happens! Some extra special thanks for reader Serena, who inspired me to finish pretty much everything in this chapter last night. ^_^; Also to Mossberg, for the tips on writing, as well as helping me get some damned inspiration. ^_^
As usual, please rate and review! ^_^
Sneak Peak at Chapter Twenty-Three:
Wesker groaned as he attempted to lift himself, feeling surprised to feel pain in his backside. He looked up to see that his attacker was the one person he didn't expect to betray him, after everything he had done for her. He had brought her back to life when he could've just left her to die, and now, here she was, taking a fighting stance, her eyes staring back at his.
'I even told you I wanted to be like Superman...what I fool was I...' Wesker thought with a angry scowl as he stood and dusted himself off, unsure of what he was going to do now that his only partner betrayed him.