Disclaimer: I don't own Resident Evil, the characters, or Capcom. Thank God they're letting me borrow their ideas for creative purposes

A/N: Sorry this took so long to get posted! I've been busy with work and the like. Please enjoy!!

Things weren't going well for Leon Kennedy and Chris Redfield. Leon's badly damaged ankle flopped against the leg of the chair he was strapped to. His breathing had dropped off severely and he hardly moved, not even to cry out when Wesker decided to give him a friendly slap upside the head.

Chris was barelyfaring better. He had endured more torture than Leon, baring the brunt of Wesker's rage. His head was bowed with a face covered in cuts. One eye was swollen shut. The other was half closed, watery blood dripping down a puffy cheek. The rest of his muscular body sagged with the weight of a million unmade decisions.

Wesker took in the situation with a satisfied expression as he twirled his trusty Buck knife in his brawny hand. He felt happy… well, almost. The only thing that could make Albert Wesker truly happy was a dead Chris Redfield. A Chris Redfield, slaughtered in front of his lovely girlfriend Jill Valentine. He look that would be carved into those beautiful features as she watched the man she loved die….

"What's so funny?" a tired Redfield spat.

Wesker cut his eyes. "None of your business. I just happen to be enjoying myself."

Chris swallowed painfully. "Yeah, I'm having a great time too." He coughed wetly. "You won't get away with this."

"Who's going to stop me Redfield? You?" Wesker nodded toward Leon. "Mr. Kennedy? He looks like he's about finished. You won't be very far behind him, Chris. Then I can track down Valentine and send her your regrets."

Redfield glared, straining against his bindings. "God help me if you touch her."

"God has nothing to do with this." Wesker spat angrily, but caught himself. "Perhaps Ms. Valentine and I should have a very lengthy discussion regarding the splendid ness of Umbrella's genetic research. Maybe I could show her first hand it's… magnitude."

Chris pulled harder at his restrained hands. Never in his life had he felt this much hatred or anger toward another person. Just the simple thought of Wesker's breath touching Jill Valentine's delicate skin made Chris quiver with rage. His former boss enjoyed this beyond reproach.

"What about you Leon? Should I have a chat with your girlfriend as well?" Wesker glanced at Leon.

Kennedy gathered all the strength he had in his body. "I will kill you."

Albert Wesker chuckled. "I'll believe that when I see it."

"You'll see it." Leon raised his head. "The last thing you will see is my face. And I'll be smiling."

Intrigued Wesker kneeled before the younger man. "Look at me."

Refusing to let the instigator bully him further, Leon did as he was told. Slowly Wesker removed his sunglasses to reveal two glowing eyes. As repulsed as he was, Kennedy became completely mesmerized. For a moment he felt an extreme calm. The next second his bliss was replaced with nausea, horror, and despair. Leon tried to tear his tired eyes away but it was no use. Slowly, blackness engulfed him.

Claire.

They were making love: Passionate, unbridled love. She smelled wonderful and felt like Heaven. He could taste her; feel her weight beneath him shifting with every move they made….

A second later he saw her before him, his beautiful Claire. She was standing in a lovely garden, dressed in white and wearing the secret smile she held only for him. He stretched out his arms to capture her, wanting nothing more to feel her nestled against his heaving chest.

Wesker.

In a flash, Albert Wesker was behind her. He wrapped his black arms around her waist with two lifeless black eyes staring straight at Leon. Claire giggled and circled her arms around the man's thick neck. Kennedy watched in horror as Wesker kissed her slender neck.

"Mine." The tormentor breathed.

A split second later Wesker stabbed Claire Redfield in the stomach. He eyes fluttered shut as blood poured from the wound. She moaned in pleasure as the knife twisted fiercely, gutting her.

"This is all you'll have." Echoed Claire's disjointed voice.

Evil laugher filled the air. The blackness descended, harsh and real.

"All you'll ever have… all you'll ever have…."

That's it for now. I'm working on the last couple of chapers. Hope everyone liked it. R&R if you would like :)