"You haven't changed..."
The voice hit him with a tidal wave of anguish. Chris was out of his league now, and he knew it painfully. Stepping forward unbelievingly, Redfield blinked his eyes to make sure the man before him was not some apparition coming to haunt him from the past. But no..this was reality, and as real as life could get. Growling predatorily, he resigned himself to that fact begrudgingly.
"Wesker.."
Sheva's eyes bugged out at the statement, gripping her weapon even tighter than before. The rhetorical question she blurted out was more a hope of it not being so, than a quest for information.
"So this..is Wesker?"
Despite having never met the man, Alomar's voice dripped in protective contempt as she flashed Wesker a daggered look.
The blonde man that was descending seemed deliciously satisfied with their reactions, his formidable form moving next to the anonymous female that stood silently in blue. Tureen eyes flashed from beneath the sunglasses, Wesker's entire body language flowing with pride and dominance.
"We last met at the Spencer Estate... hmmm. Isn't this one, big family reunion. Really, Chris, I thought you'd be happier to see us."
Their enemy smiled deviously at his own words, a gloved hand moving to place upon the cowled woman's back. Looking visibly agitated and confused, Chris' dark eyes narrowed at the vague innuendos. Grinding his teeth together, he tightened his hand into a fist by his side. He had a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach as he looked at them.. Something was far more wrong than what appeared.
"Us?"
The question was thrown , challenging. Chris made sure to keep the fear from his deep voice.
The other male cocked a sinister smile, always living for the flourish. Wesker's gloved hand drew back the hood of the woman before him, slowly, dramatically dragging the cloth back. He had waited for this moment for over three years, to see horror splay across his rival's face. He had craved to see the sick emotion of attachment wrenched into light for all to see. The two original partner's had caused so many problems..and now he was going to watch as they tore each other apart. Growling condescendingly, Wesker let a smug smile finally consume him completely.
The woman stepped forwards, letting the blue cloth slip back over her shoulders. Her clear eyes blinked at him with no recognition.. But Redfield knew that face all too well.
. "So slow to catch on.."
Slowly Chris began to lower his handgun, the shock taking over. The woman had been Jill the entire time..or what was left of her. Valentine's brunette hair had been blanched white blonde, the skin deathly pale from the experiments she had no doubt endured. As the still blue eyes blinked from the light change, a manufactured malice shone from them. He had seen it before, only it had never been directed towards him..his heart broke into a million shards.
"Jill..."
His new partner , however, did not falter. Alomar kept her gun trained upon the pair before her, the woman's soft, brow eyes wide as they took everything in. She did not want to believe that the woman before them was the same that Chris had spoken so fondly.. She almost looked like a ghost..
"Are you sure that's her?"
Wesker chuckled, his right hand extended as it displayed the piece of scientific art before him. Reveling in his glory, the man's eyes burned with evil intent.
"The one..and only."
It was like watching a bad movie, her body feeling like a disconnected wire that was still alive. Throwing the garment that had hidden her identity from the world, Jill Valentine launched herself at her old partner once more. Unable to control her actions, the former thief used her flawless acrobatic skills to their fullest. Within seconds Chris was pinned by his arms, as Wesker attacked Sheva with a rough push. The woman slammed against the decaying wall, but regained her balance admirably. Raising her weapon, Alomar sent shots towards Jill, forcing her back to the safety of Wesker's side. He didn't even look phased, almost more triumphant than anything. Moreover it was a game to him, one he knew he had already won. Backing away, Redfield breathed heavily from the pain Jill had inflicted on both his arm and throat.
Raising his gun in defense, Chris blinked hard to stifle his physical condition. Wesker chuckled darkly, two gloved fingers extending towards himself and his partner. The gauntlet was being thrown..
"I believe the odds are even? Two..on two.."
Sheva tensed, circling behind her partner in an effort to keep one of the corridor exits at their back. Redfield did the same, the need for survival, the adrenaline finally kicking in. Wesker snarled beneath his breath, his shoulders setting in stiff determination as the man began to stalk towards his prey.
"I have seven minutes, seven minutes to play with you..."