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Luna: Sorry for the long wait, but my computer decided to hate me and deleted the whole thing yesterday….grrr…. Anyway I love the responses I've been getting. Here's Chapter 7!

Chapter 7: Old enemies

Rebecca

" It's an exact replica…." said Rebecca, shocked, " As if they knew we were coming…"

Rebecca's thoughts suddenly drifted to the volcano behind the lab. It looked close, perhaps a couple of miles away; and it scared her. She didn't like being anywhere near volcanoes. It's not like I prefer hordes of the undead, but still it can erupt at any moment, thought Rebecca, I'm just being paranoid now. With all hell breaking lose I'm thinking about a stupid volcano? Wow…I gotta get my priories straight.

" Probably did," said Billy, " Probably a trap…"

With those words, the place became swarmed with leeches. They poured like rivers of slime down the stairs, from desk drawers and under doors. The leeches gathered together to form one giant leech, with tentacles groping outwardly for Billy and or Rebecca.

They ran upstairs, feet padding against the steps hard; the Leech was close behind. Out of the corner of her eye, Rebecca spotted a flamethrower propped up against the picture of the late Marcus. It was a gift from heaven if Rebecca ever saw one. She scooped it up, it's heavy weight reassuring her it was indeed real.

The Leech got too close. And that's all it took. A tentacle wrapped tightly around Billy's ankles and suspended him in the air.

" Rebecca!" he cried.

" Billy, hang on!" she replied.

Rebecca squeezed the trigger in a fury, remembering all the trouble the leeches had caused her and Billy in the past.

The Leech cried in pain. It released Billy, who fell on his butt.

Torrents of fire from her flamethrower roasted the Leech, and as it died; leftover leeches jumped onto Rebecca. She let out a yelp and threw them off her in disgust and stepped on them.

She then went to Billy's side, who seemed unharmed.

" Are you okay?" she asked, concerned.

" Peachy." said Billy.

" At least you landed on your bum," said Rebecca, " Are you sure your not injured?"

" No…unless your med-kit can give me less of a flatten ass.." said Billy, standing up.

Rebecca giggled, and was upset to find that the flamethrower had run out of ammo. She tossed it to the side, thankful that Umbrella left weapons lying around anywhere.

They went downstairs and through the double doors. Rebecca went through it, careful to not look at the deceased, burnt leeches. That, combine with the smell of burnt flesh was enough to make her physically ill.

Chris

Chris awoke, and became aware of 2 things. First, was that his jaw felt like it had been pounded on a sledgehammer. Second, was that he was in a coliseum like arena.

He struggled to stand, clutching his jaw. Damn that Wesker! He thought, he'll pay for this! Where's Jill..?

The coliseum seats looked empty and ancient. Chris looked for his magnum, or any weapon for that matter. There was none, just sandy ground. Chris jumped into the stands, when he heard a voice. Wesker.

" Silly, silly Redfiled," said Wesker, tone-mocking, " Can't comprehend what happened? And where has Jilly gone? Poor little Chrissy is all alone…"

Chris turned, furious. He's tortured us and countless others for too long, he thought, This ends now…

" Wesker, I'm ending this right now!" he cried.

" You mean your life? Correct, that-"

Chris lunged at Wesker, the element of surprise on his side. He knocked Wesker down, delivering punch after punch to his face. Wesker grabbed both of Chris's fists as they were about to rain down on him. He squeezed them, white hot pain shooting up and down Chris's hands and arms.

" Very nice," said Wesker, " My turn."

He threw Chris behind him by his fists, and Chris flew into the stands.

His vision got blurry as the pain coursed throughout his body. Chris managed to somehow stay awake and stop himself from succumbing to a sleep that would probably be his last.

Too late to think. Too late to react. Wesker was upon him, and threw Chris, a grown man, like a rag doll back in the ring.

He landed with a sickening thud, and swore he heard something break. Chris's breathing was labored, and merely staying awake was a contest in itself.

" Where's…Jill?" asked Chris, barely able to breathe.

" She's somewhere…" said Wesker, " Far and near."

Wesker pointed behind him, and Chris turned his head a round enough to see the stands behind him. And that tied to the very top by the hands connected to a beam; was Jill. A fall from that height would kill her instantly if she wasn't dead already.

" What did you do to her?" screamed Chris, voice hoarse.

He couldn't even get up all the way, still lying on his stomach.

" Nothing. Jill just went for a little nappy-poo," said Wesker, " Now I want you to look deep into my eyes before I kill you."

He threw Chris his magnum. The magnum landed some feet away from him. Chris stretched out his hand, making a slow and agony inducing crawl; as Wesker took off his sunglasses.

" I'm a fair man," explained Wesker, " So I just gave you a fair chance. You have 2 options. I kill you painfully and horribly and let you watch as Valentine dies. Or I make your death quick and painless if you shoot Valentine in the head. Pick one."

Chris's fingers were almost entirely wrapped around the magnum at this point. A million thought raced through his head.

Think Redfiled, think! Chris screamed at himself, Every seemingly inhuman thing has a weakness. Superman had Kryponite, Hunters had magnum bullets…what I wouldn't do for a Rocket Launcher…

Chris's eyes rested on the abandon shades on the sandy floor. Wesker always had those sunglasses on no matter what. To shield his eyes…his eyes…

Wesker smiled, toying with him. Chris knew he enjoyed every second of his torment. He walked with each step slow and deliberate.

" Answer, Redfiled," said Wesker.

Chris made sure the magnum was loaded. It was. The bullets looked real enough, and Chris smiled.

" Here's your answer, Wesker," said Chris, taking careful aim.

Chris aimed shakily, on his feet; but still not able to stand without shaking. Wesker sped at him, scarlet and gold cat's eyes flashing hungrily.

BAM!

The gunshot was deafening.

The bullet had found its target, Wesker's eye. He screamed in horror, shock and pain.

" Redfiled, You're- DEAD!" hollered Wesker, clutching his eye.

BAM! BAM!

2 more shots rang out through the arena. Wesker dropped to the floor, slain.

Chris holstered the magnum and clutched his hand, still sore from almost being broken by Wesker. The nightmare of Wesker was over, finally.

He sighed, and made the painful trek of running to Jill.

Luna: Yay! I'm done! Chapter 8: Cheating Death is next and will be posted sooner, hopefully.