CHAPTER 9

Edge of Death

"Arr." Chris roared banging his fist against the cell bars.

"Shut up would ya, you ugly freak." Spat the guard posted to his cell. The guards words only irritated Chris even more.

With a loud growl Chris started ramming his entire body against the steel bars of his cell. The ground would vibrate with every hit. This action really captured the guard's attention. He stood up from his chair and moved towards Chris.

"Make one more sound and I'll beat you so hard I'll knock the ugly outta ya!" The guard snapped.

Chris couldn't quite register what the guard was saying; all he knew was he was stupid enough to come within arms reach.

Quickly Chris grabbed the guard around the neck. It didn't take much pressure before Chris took the life out of him. Disappointed he threw the dead body aside.

Chris turned back to his lonely cell when he heard the opening of the basement doors. Chris turned back around savagely to see who it was.

He wasn't able to recognize much either, but it only took one look for him to realize who it was. He roared with anger.

"I'm glad to see you too Chris." Wesker said smugly as he walked up to Chris' cell, smartly stopping a few feet short.

"You're looking as beastly as ever Redfield."

Chris let out another roar.

"Oh don't worry I don't mind." Wesker said a sinister laugh quickly following.

"You know Chris I must admit you've surpassed everything I expected. It's quite remarkable what those scientists can do."

Chris launched himself at Wesker, predictably the bars kept Wesker out of reach.

"Now Chris if it wasn't for that anger of yours we wouldn't be in the predicament that we now find ourselves in. You see despite the scientist best efforts we can't keep you under control, it's that damn 'will' of yours. And as much as I hate to see a will like that die, to be frank I much rather see you die Chris."

Too shocked to react Chris watched as Wesker pulled out a gun and with a simple pull of the trigger shot him right in the left shoulder.

It was like a bolt of electricity had been shot throughout his entire body. His upper torso went into convulsions, as he fell straight to the floor. Chris didn't pass out, much to his dismay. He just lay helplessly on the floor, waiting for whatever evils that were to be done to him next.

Out from the distance he heard Wesker's heartless laugh.

"It's been fun Chris, but the time has come. It's time to end our bitter rivalry."

Once that was said Chris heard the door to his cell being lifted, then he felt Wesker grab hold of him by his ankles and effortlessly dragged him away.

* * *

Once Rebecca had completely finished her antidote for Chris the group wasted no time trying to discover where Umbrella was keeping Chris.

They had long ago given up on trying to find Chris through the computer and Leon's resources. They decided that they had to go right to the source, the Umbrella headquarters in Paris.

It wasn't bad getting in, funny how it never is, the difficult part came when they wanted to get out.

Claire kept recalling her previous adventure into the Umbrella headquarters as they walked stealth fully through the quiet hallways. She remembered the hell of a chase she got last time, and desperately hoped this time the end results were better.

Without a single problem they made it to the main control room, and downloaded Chris' whereabouts easily onto a disk, and were good to go within three minutes.

Claire cursed herself for thinking it would be that easy.
The alarms started going off the minute they left the control room. The constant ringing triggering a deja vu feeling for Claire, she yelled at everyone to hurry, although they needed little encouragement.

Forgetting any method of stealth the six of them started running full force down the Umbrella hallways, weapons ready.

It wasn't until their exit was within sight that they had there first encounter.

A dozen Umbrella soldiers came between them and their destination, assault rifles aimed and ready.

No one wasted a critical moment. Diving to the ground everyone fired from their floor position. Claire watched as three soldiers fell to the ground; however she didn't relax for a second with nine soldiers still standing strong.

The soldiers' retaliated with a storm of bullets. Claire was thankful that she wasn't hit; she prayed the others were as lucky as she.

Claire fired off another round before diving back to the floor. From that point everything was a blur of madness, guns being shot from all over, the occasional body falling to the ground.

Claire didn't even dare to lift her head from the ground until the gunfire had been dead for several minutes. When she did look up she was overcome with relief in seeing all her comrades standing.

She got up from the floor and stared disgustingly at all the dead bodies that lay on the ground. Grateful when Jill told everyone to hurry up Claire hurried out of the damn building.

They drove very fast away from the Umbrella headquarters. Meanwhile Leon took out his laptop and slid the disk with the stolen information into it.

Everyone, spare Barry who was driving, gathered around Leon waiting as he glanced through the information.

Finally after what felt like an eternity Leon closed his laptop and smiled up at everyone.

"Ladies and gentleman," he said in a low pitched voice. "Next destination, North Carolina."

* * *

Arms spread out and chained against the wall. Chris awoke with his body chained to a stone wall, like Jesus was to the cross.

Nothing was making sense to him. Why the hell was he chained like this? GRRRR, all sense and reason left him as his mind started twirling in insanity.

The madness that had taken over him now consumed him. There was nothing past it, simply put it was blinding.

From the back of his mind Chris heard a voice. He couldn't make out the words, but he could make out the pain that suddenly ran through his body.

Yelling through the pain Chris managed to squint his eyes just enough to see an approaching figure. The sight was enough to make Chris roar in anger.

"Chris, Chris, Chris, why do I always get the impression when I'm around you that you don't like me?" Wesker asked sarcastically, Chris roared in response.

"Ah, I'm going to miss these moments Redfield really I am, but I guess like all good things it must come to an end."

When Chris didn't respond Wesker took the opportunity to continue.

"You see Redfield the contraption that you are in right now is an electrocution device. Waves of electricity flow through those chains that bind you, and go straight through your pathetic excuse for a body. It's all under my control too; I can give you just the tiniest vibrations."

Chris watched as Wesker pulled a large lever. Quicker then lightning he felt a tickle run through his entire body.

"If that's not enough for you Redfield," said Wesker "I can give you a definite jolt."

Wesker pulled down the lever a little further, a sharp pain ran quickly throughout Chris' body.

"It's great isn't it?" Wesker laughed sinisterly "But the fun doesn't stop there. If you really want a good time I can bring the party up a couple of nudges."

The next thing Chris knew was intense pain, a pain so horrible that he found himself begging for death to come. Once he felt like there was nothing left in him the intense pain went away. However, a good amount of it still lingered.

"You like that didn't you Redfield?" Wesker snarled.

Too weak to focus his eyes on his enemy Chris stared dumbly as Wesker moved from several yards away to right next to him in a matter of a millisecond. He felt Wesker's hands grip him around the neck. In a snarling whisper Wesker said to him.

"I hate, hate, hate you Redfield. You were always a pestering asswhole. No worse then that, a maggot form the lowest point of this very earth. If I would have had it my way I would have had you killed the moment you were captured. However, now is a good as time as any."

Chris stared anxiously at Wesker's hand that rested on the lever that determined his fate. He turned back to Wesker when he heard that heinous laugh.

"Fair well Chris Redfield, don't worry I'll take care of the lovely Jill Valentine for you."

Chris savagely gritted his teeth together waiting for the worst. He waited, but the horrible pain never came. Instead a heard Wesker let out a profanity, and when Chris opened his eyes he found out why.

There was no light in the entire room; someone must have turned off the power.

AUTHORS NOTE:
I know this was a short chapter, but I wanted it to build up to the ending. There should only be two more chapters left. Honestly I really disliked writing this chapter, I prefer staying away from action sequences, but hey I guess that's what Resident Evil is all about.
I would like to once again thank all that are reading this story; it means so much to me. I like to give a special thanks to Pinquicha, who's taken the time to review each chapter.
Always,
Leah