Barry Impersonating Barry

Author: Panika feat. Pyres

Music: Bon Jovi - Runaway

Notes: Gee, six weeks since the last update! I am so sorry! I know, I'm lazy too… and I was sick too. Aaaanyway, here's the next chapter, hope you like it!

Reviewers: Thanks you so much!

JoJo10: Wow, thank so much! I'm really flattered by what you said! It's great to hear that I can write something so creepy that you can't read it alone in a dark room, that's exactly what I'm trying to do! This chapter though will be a little less scary because I'm adding both Barry and Wesker to the story to make it more interesting (and saner). –laughs-

Selphiefan 89: I get dark and depressing at times too, but that's when I write the best horror fics! Graveyards are cool, especially with vampires! Oh, I just love vampires! Thanks so much for the praises!

op: Yeah, that bothered me too, it was the reason why I started writing this fic in the first place. As I played the game whenever I met a new enemy I was like WTF for a while and wondered how Jill could be so calm with giant mutant frogs. –laughs- Hopefully I'm being realistic with her.

SniperR: Thanks, I'm doing my best with her insanity! Believe me; it's not easy although it might seem like it. (meaning I'm not crazy! Really!!) I've gone through the game only once… (Pitiful I know) but good that I could surprise you! I hate predictable stories, so I try not to write them.

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Jill woke up on the main hall's floor, feeling her body rioting against her. Her stomach turned like there were ten snakes inside her, constantly biting her insides, her brain was like poured full of sticky porridge for all of her thoughts seemed to distort to mindless monstrosities. She tried to sit up, but her body didn't agree with her. She tried again and was able to move her fingers. Slowly she managed to turn her head to watch as her fingers danced in her hand, faster and faster.

As she watched them, she thought. She had got a book from the basement where a coffin had been, found a key on the back of it, then a huge spider had attacked her. She tried to make a disbelieving face, because it was ridiculous to think about a spider at least her own size to have attacked her, because spiders were actually calm creatures, the biggest of them was the size of a plate, found somewhere in Australia.

No matter how much she didn't want to believe it, it felt real and the poison in her body felt definitely real. She had to believe that something horrible was really going on in this mansion. It had been something so horrible that it had turned the mansion itself, the lifeless materials, into a malevolent monster. And she couldn't run from that monster, she could always run away from the stupid zombies, but running away inside something wasn't possible. It could see her all the time and it watched her from the shadows with its invisible eyes, breathing labouredly. The mansion seemed to want her to join the undead living inside it, prevent her from uncovering its secrets, uncovering what kind of monstrosities Sir Spencer had wanted to create.

Maybe it's in love with him, she thought sarcastically. Her fingers were now listening to her orders completely. She watched them a while longer just in case, because she didn't want to fall down in front of one of those moving carcasses offering her body to it as a nice snack. She took a stern look on her face; she could be poisoned, but she would survive. This was only slowing her down, not stopping her. She had to control her sanity and now race against the poison of the spider.

After a while she was able to get up on her flabby legs, heaving a relieved sigh. She sat down on the stairs taking to the second-floor balcony, looking at the key she had recovered. It had a small sword engraving on it, otherwise it was blank. It took Jill a long time to see what the engraving was, because the poison affected her sight. She frowned, why a sword emblem? Did it mean that there were other keys as well and that she had to find them all? She sighed; it would really take forever to get out of the mansion.

She refused to fall into despair and thought about where she hadn't been. Barry on her waist told her that the room with the sculpture of a woman drawing water had a locked door; maybe the sword key would be useful there. Jill nodded, but didn't want to go there. She wiped the sweat off her forehead lazily.

"Maybe I should try the second floor first." She said and Barry was quiet in agreement. Satisfied, she climbed the stairs clumsily, helping herself with the walls and tried one of the doors, but it was locked. A small engraving of a shield was on its doorknob.

Sword and shield keys… she thought. What kind of a puzzle is this mansion?

She tried the next door, smothering her thoughts screaming about death. It was safe in the main hall, it was bright, it was warm, whyshould she go wondering off? Surely chicken-heart Vickers had asked for back-up and reinforcements were coming their way. But could she trust that? Should she stay in the main hall, waiting for her death by the walking undead or just by starvation? She didn't want to die there, she would fight for her life and she would make it out alive.

"Barry, I'll go first." Jill said as she noticed a door wasn't unlocked. First she opened it only a little, trying to conclude where there one of those zombies there or maybe something even more horrible. A smell of rotting flesh spilled into the main hall, accompanied with the smell of strong chemicals. Jill grimaced at the smell, it was horrible. The zombies had to have been dead long ago before they or the Bravos got there. She had to close the door as she heard a soft thump as one of those creatures hit something, probably furniture and fell over.

For a while she wanted to use Barry's plan. But as she thought about it; the windows, the mutant dogs right outside…She didn't want to use the first floor, maybe it was instinct or maybe it was something far more primitive, something she had inherited from the very first humanoids.

Jill heaved a heavy sigh, patted Barry on her waist and tore the door open, pointing ahead of her with her gun. She had come into a dark corridor, narrow enough to make her feel highly uncomfortable and panic itself was running up her spine. On the floor were blood splatters, some of them even on the walls. She looked at the corridor with fear, wanting to run away. Because not only was the corridor smelly and disgusting, there were sounds of something dragging itself towards her, soft hungry moans.

She stared into the dark corridor, her eyes adjusting to the dimness, seeing how after a door on the right wall the corridor took a turn to the left and that zombie was coming from there. She tried to focus to shoot it, but her vision wouldn't give in. She was standing steadily, but her hands trembled. She knew she needed an antidote, but she had to manage until she found some kind of a place with any medicines. Even the normal aspiring would help her growing headache.

The creature came to her view as a shadow against the dirty green wallpaper of the corridor. She tried to aim for its head, but wasn't sure would she hit so she let it come closer. And the closer it got, the stronger the smell got and she could feel the sandwich she had eaten wanting to come back up. Drops of sweat ran down her forehead, over her cheeks, glittering in the light coming from the main hall. As the zombie got closer, she started to feel nauseated, the poison was affecting her faster than what she had thought.

Panicking, she shot twice. There was a soft sound as one of the bullets met with the zombie. A long silence fell over the corridor and main hall. Jill stood at the doorway, one foot in the main hall to be ready to run away, one in the new corridor in case she had killed the zombie and it was safe now. Suddenly there were two other shots, in the same corridor and moans of another zombies as they fell. Jill stood still, her heart beating furiously on her chest. She held her gun in front of her, listening if there was someone else in the corridor with her, someone who had a gun or had she heard things in her head again?

"Chris?" She called; her voice was husky and quivered with fear.

There was a silence when nothing happened. Then a surprised voice asked: "Jill?"

"W-who is it?" She asked, taking a step backwards, still ready to shoot.

"Barry."

Jill smiled happily for a while, but then she remembered that Barry was with her. He was there, he was securing her back, like they had agreed. He had been with her for a while now so he couldn't possibly come from there. She lifted the gun again as that impostor walked from around the corner with a fake smile plastered on his lips. She tried to target him, but suddenly her legs gave in and she fell on the floor, firing in panic.

The shot missed Barry, but hit the zombie lying on the floor. The big man flinched as he saw Jill crumble in front of him like that, but it wasn't that surprising… that mansion could drive anyone crazy and drain anyone empty of their poor sanity. Gladly he had lived the golden age of zombie-films and watched them with his friends, he hadn't been half as startled as Jill had probably been when she had encountered her first zombie.

He ran to her as she fell and lifted her into his arms, she was sweating, breathing labouredly, her eyes were rolling wildly, she was holding onto her gun furiously, her fists where completely white. She was obviously poisoned, he judged, she had a fever and it was rising fast. He would need to take her to the Western Side of the mansion where the small storage room was. She twitched in his arms, repeating something fast without sound, almost frantically as if she was trying to perform magic.

He carried her through the second-floor balcony of the dining hall towards the small storage room full of medical supplies, thanking his good memory of places. Otherwise he would've been a goner a long time ago in the mansion. He had been left behind by the others when they had ran for the mansion and when he had tried to get in, someone had been holding the door and no matter how much he had screamed that the dogs were going to eat him, no one let him in.

He still had much life in him, he hadn't given up just because monster-dogs had surrounded him and had been attacking him one by one. Barry had thought about his family, his lovely wife and his two beautiful daughters, for them he had to live. He had fired the dogs for a time that felt endless when he had seen the wines stretching their strong arms to a balcony on the second floor of the mansion. He had climbed them up to the balcony, heaving a relieved sigh. The dogs hadn't really been much of a relaxation, but at least the bastards hadn't bit him. He had reloaded his colt before he had unlocked the door from the balcony to the main hall and gone inside to meet the others.

When he had come to the main hall, no one had been there. At first he had decided to wait for someone to come back, but then Wesker had appeared, his dark shades had let through no emotions. They had 'talked' more or less and after that Barry had decided that he would avoid the rest of the team if they were even alive because he was a bad liar and his family was on the line. Too bad he had happened to come to the same corridor as Jill. He wouldn't have showed himself, but when Jill had shot the zombie and hit it barely, he had decided to see what was going on and was glad he had done that. Without him she would be a Jill sandwich now.

He opened the door to the storage room with one huge hand and closed it with a kick as he entered, Jill laying motionlessly in his arms. She had passed out a while ago, her temperature rising furiously. Her body had joined the battle of her life with sleep and fever although she would get antidote as soon as he would find it.

He laid her on the bed gently as if she had been a daughter of his, hoping that his two sweet daughters were really alright as he hurried to the shelves full of all kinds of medicines and chemicals. There were all kinds of chemicals from Aqua Regia to medicine drugs and from some bizarre chemicals called V-17 to the more common aspirin. He had no idea what kind of poison was she in, his specialty was guns not biochemistry. He found himself hoping that Rebecca Chambers would be around, she was only 18 but boy, she knew everything about medicines and biochemistry and all that stuff that had names too hard for Barry to pronounce. He took a random bottle that read only 'antidote' on the side and forced a pill down Jill's throat.

Jill woke up on the small bed in the medical storage room, she was still feeling nauseous, but it was passing slowly. Her vision was better already, her body didn't feel reluctant to her brain's orders at all, it was as if a miracle had happened. Or maybe she had got an antidote. She sighed relievedly, now she was able to get back to work and find a way out with Barry.

She turned her head slowly and saw a big man standing at the cupboard, looking at the different kinds of little bottles, probably full of antidotes and chemical liquids used in some monstrous tests. It took her a while to realize who it was since he had his back turned to her, but when it occurred to her, she gasped.

"Barry!"

Barry turned to look at Jill, a smile spreading on his face. He scratched his beard with one giant hand as he said: "Jill! Feeling better?" ¨

Jill looked at him with wide, scared eyes for a long time. She was confused, Barry was still resting on her waist in her belt, but there was this other man who was Barry too. She was more than sure that he was Barry, no one else had the same kind of a colt as he did. At least not in the S.T.A.R.S., but maybe he wasn't from the S.T.A.R.S. maybe he was an outsider, brought here to kill her.

Jill panicked, but wouldn't let it show on her face because she knew that Barry was there, on her waist and this man couldn't possibly be Barry. He could look like him and he could talk like him, he could fool everyone else, but he didn't know that the real Barry was with her. She put her hand reflexively on Barry and her other hand on her gun, sitting up.

"Y-yeah. I feel fine." She said, the fever was gone and her vision was getting clearer by the minute.

"Good. You would've been a goner if I wouldn't have saved you." Barry said gently, like a father to his daughter, taking a step closer. Jill took a hold of her gun, following his movement closely.

"Who are you?" She asked, knowing that she was poking the sleeping lion with a stick, but she was ready if he tried to attack her.

Barry looked surprised. He smiled a confused smile, spreading his hands in the air as he said: "I'm Barry. Did the poison hurt your memory?"

"You're not Barry." Jill said calmly, taking her gun and pointing him with it.

"Then who am I?" He asked, fear flashing in his eyes but he tried to hide it by leaning his head. Jill had obviously suffered a lot since she they had arrived into the estate, but it was no wonder. Anyone would go crazy just thinking about the zombies. The idea was not to think about them. That was how he had remained sane and he was proud of himself.

"I don't know." She said, still pointing at him.

"Jill, put the gun down." He said calmly.

"No." She answered defiantly.

"Jill, I'm not going to hurt you, I'm Barry. I'm your buddy. I just saved you and you should be thankful instead of pointing at me with your Beretta." Barry said, trying to sound as reasonable as possible. If she was going crazy as it seemed, she could be very unpredictable like loonies normally and she could shoot him just for the sheer fun of it.

"I'm very grateful for saving me, Mr, but it doesn't mean that you can pose as my friend." Jill answered, narrowing her eyes. She was targeting. God, Barry thought, she was targeting him to shoot him.

Quickly he jumped to her and she shot, but missed him. He took the Beretta from her and threw it into the corner, under the cupboard. He smiled victoriously, he had just saved his and probably her life as well.

A shock of electricity flashed through his vision, his muscles stopped moving for a while. In his arm was horrible pain, paralyzing pain, but he couldn't say where it came from. He backed away from Jill, holding his arm. As he looked at her, he saw a stun gun in her hands, her face was furious, she was glancing at her gun at times, hoping for a good moment to go and get it. He looked at her with wide eyes, he couldn't believe that she thought that he was some kind of an impostor, acting Barry just because he wanted to get close to her.

Nevertheless, he wouldn't let himself get down. He took his colt and pointed at her with it as he got her Beretta and put it into his belt. He walked closer to her, still pointing at her with his colt as he said:

"Jill, I don't want to do this." He said sincerely. He really hated pointing at his friends with his gun, because he was against mindless killing, but she was going too far. He wasn't going to shoot her anyway, but this was the only way to make her harmless against her teammates. "Now give me the stun gun."

Jill seemed to estimate the possibilities for a while, a certain uncertainty in her eyes until she gave in and handed him the stun gun. He put it on his belt as well, smiling to her gently as he put away his colt as well.

"I'm sorry, Jill, but I don't want to be afraid that you might kill me when I've got enough to worry about with those zombies roaming around." He said gently. "Now we should be moving on if we want to get out of here alive." He turned to leave, assuming that she would follow him, but she just sat at the bed, looking at him defiantly. For a while he waited for her to come on her own, but when she wouldn't, he went to her and grabbed his wrist with one hand and pulled her on her feet.

"We have to get out of here. I'm going to help you out of here." He said clearly as if he was talking to a foreigner who couldn't understand much English. Jill tried to free herself, but couldn't. She started to scratch him, but he didn't care, he just sighed and started pulling her after him out of the storage room.

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Wesker chuckled. He had heard the whole thing and was more than satisfied with it. He had brought the S.T.A.R.S. here to die and they were doing a great job. So far the whole Bravo team was dead, he had personally made sure of the two survivors, Rebecca Chambers and Richard Aiken, from the Aplhas only Barry and Jill were alive for sure. He wasn't sure about Chris but he hadn't heard any voices so far, maybe the airforce boy was already dead.

He had thought that killing Jill would be the hardest part and that he would personally see into it because she was cool and calm and she could handle many opponents at the same time, she worked quickly in danger and kept her cool even if everything looked hopeless. Of course, he hadn't thought how Jill would react to the living dead. She could be calm and cool when normal psychopaths tried to kill her and her teammates, but walking carcasses were too much for her closed mind. She was clearly losing it, Wesker remembered how he had been spying on her and she had totally lost it and broken all of the mirrors and shouted Chris's name. Then she had been talking alone, but still to Barry.

Barry had and still was the biggest worry to him. He was blackmailing him to help him, but as soon as he would be useless he would need to kill him immediately to avoid any of the things happened in the mansion from getting to the press. If the press got to know what had happened in the Umbrella estate, the whole Raccoon City would panic, maybe even the fancy FBI would be involved and Sir Spencer would definitely catch him and make him a test subject among the others.

He didn't care how long Barry would survive, of course it would be a great help if he lived to help him with Lisa, that screaming bitch, but if Jill killed him because she was going crazy, Wesker wouldn't give a damn. It would only take slightly longer to make it to the laboratory, but it wouldn't stop him completely.

Wesker loaded his gun quietly, waiting for Barry to leave the stairs so that he could continue searching for the crests he needed to get into the laboratory, knowing that Jill was no threat. Not even if she made it alive, she would still be crazy as hell and no one would believe her feverish ramblings about man-eating creatures hidden inside the mansion of Umbrella. She would be taken into an asylum right away where she could talk to her fellow loonies, but no one else would listen.

He ran swiftly to the end of the corridor, chuckling at how perfectly everything was turning out and disappeared through the door before Barry walked up; pulling Jill after him.

"Come now, Jill."

"Let go of me! Let go, you impersonator!" Jill fought against him furiously, but he was much stronger, he could pull her behind him with only one hand. Even though he was pulling her roughly behind him, he made sure he wasn't hurting her by pressing her hand too much.

"I'm Barry! I am BARRY BURTON!" He turned to her, lifting her hand above her head, forcing her to look into his eyes. For a while they tried to stare each other down, Barry's gaze was fatherly soft and Jill's eyes flamed with defiance. With one hard kick she tried to hit his weak spot, but he lifted her in the air from her hand, dodging her kick.

"Snap out of it, Jill!" He commanded.

"No! Let go of me! You're hurting me!" Jill screamed. He put her down, but wouldn't let her go.

"Where's Barry?" He asked from her, looking directly into her eyes.

Jill hesitated for a while, but realized then that she couldn't run away from the question. But no matter what, she couldn't tell this impostor where Barry was, he would only take him with him and kill him when she wasn't looking. She wasn't going to allow that. "He's following us."

"Where is he?" Barry asked again, he wanted to prove to Jill that he was the only Barry around here and that whatever had made her snap would be destroyed. He wasn't just going to watch as his good friend was loosing it completely, giving in to the mansion's illusions and insanity.

Jill spat on his face, a victorious smile on her face as she jeered: "You'll never find him! He's too smart for you!"

Barry could feel adrenaline flowing in his veins as Jill just wouldn't accept reality. He wanted to have a punching bag and hit it so hard that his hand's bones would break, but he wouldn't let it show on his face. He sighed heavily to let the anger out and started pulling her after him again. She almost fell on the stairs, but he grabbed her right in time.

Only one thing fell from her belt. Jill watched as Barry fell on the stairs and bounced off them with a clank, hitting the lower and lower step until he hit the floor, gliding to the corner. There he remained motionless, his face distorted into a scream of pain. She hadn't been able to do anything but watch as he had fallen. Had she killed him? Had the impostor killed him? As her imagination's horrors reached her mind and she understood them, a desperate cry escaped her lips, echoing in the empty corridor like a death cry. Even the thought about losing Barry made tears fow down her cheeks, because she knew that then she was alone against the zombies, alone against the impostor and the mansion. Chris had disappeared, Wesker was nowhere to be found, Barry seemed dead... It hurt her sanity, parts of her mnd just crumbled away as they couldn't take the information, then came the anger.

Barry turned to look what had happened as Jill screamed; she was looking down into the first floor with hide eyes, a sea of tears lingering in them, pouring down her cheeks like rivers. At times he could see a shadow of a grimace of anger, but it was gone so fast that he thought he had imagined it. He tried to see what she had seen, but there was no one there.

Before he could do anything more, Jill started to fight against him even more ferociously than before, screaming mindlessly, tears flowing down her cheeks. He wasn't sure, but he thought that between the cries he could distinguish the words 'dead' and 'your fault', but he had no idea what he had done.

Something was glittering in the corner of the first floor. His lock pick glittered in the dim light of the corridor, reflecting the light to the ceiling. A thought passed his mind; had Jill found his lock pick and just started to assume that he was it? It did make sense, seeing that she was going nuts and she was beating him right now on the chest with her small slender fists, trying desperately to hurt him.

He pulled her into his hug gently, holding her both hands in his right gigantic hand, holding her safe with the other. She screamed and tried to bite him, kicked and yelled, tried to escape, but he wouldn't let her. He held her against him until she didn't have any strength left anymore and she started sobbing uncontrollably against his chest, still chanting those words he had heard her say before.

He felt bad for her. It was wrong that she was going crazy without even understanding it. He wanted to help her, but could he? He didn't know if he could ever get her trust, if he could snap her out of it and bring her back to reality. Maybe she was already lost to insanity, but at least he could protect her and get her out of here to give the proper medical attention she would need to get a grasp of reality again. But as long as they were here, it seemed hopeless. His only teammate he had found alive was going crazy and had tried to kill him, it didn't really look good.

Then he realized it. Maybe he could prove her that if her precious Barry was really that lock pick in her eyes she would understand that he wasn't an impostor. Then he could give her her gun back and they could make it out of here surely. Together they were stronger than alone, that was for sure. Barry sighed, holding Jill in the ominous corridor, waiting for her to stop crying.

Somewhere in the back of his mind he had a feeling that the mansion was following their movements with hidden eyes, breathing hotly into the back of his neck, laughing in the darkness at what it had succeeded to do to Jill. Maybe Jill had only been the first one to give in, maybe the mansion had planned it all and it was only showing off with its first victim.

And how it laughed, how malevolently it laughed and jeered them.

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Another chapter done! If you like this story, please read my one-shot The Swans Sing When They Die, it's a lot like this, I'm very proud of the way I managed to write Moira's diary when she goes all whacko.

Thanks for reading, I'd love your comments!