Chris pulled up in front of Jill's house at around 8:30am. As the engine fell silent,

he stepped out of the car slamming the door shut behind him. As he made his

way toward Jill's front door, he noticed her car parked in the driveway. Once he

reached the door, he pressed a small button, hearing the doorbell from where

he stood. He shoved his hands in his pockets as he paced back and forth on her

front porch. After waiting a few seconds for someone to respond, he stopped his

pacing and rang the doorbell once again. He waited a few more seconds before

he reached for the doorknob. To his surprise, the door was unlocked. He pushed

the door open, slowly making his way into her house. "Jill?" he called, hoping that

she was home. His heart nearly sunk to his feet when he walked into the wrecked

living room. The glass coffee table was shattered in pieces and the small lamps

had been knocked over. All the books on Jill's bookshelf had been pulled out

and scattered all over the floor. "What the hell happened in here?" he thought, as

he scanned the room for anything that would answer his question. He made his

way toward the scattered books, nearly tripping over something. He looked down,

only to find Jill's gun lying on the floor. He bent down and picked it up. Then, he

remembered something. Whenever Jill came home from work, she'd put her

gun in her drawer where no one would get a hold of it. "She would never leave it

lying around unless......" He thought for a minute. "Unless she needed it for some

reason." He knew something was wrong and he needed to find out what it was.

"First Leon, now....Jill," he thought, suddenly realizing that all of this sounded like

a plan. A plan to take revenge. But he knew it wasn't only Steve's idea. Someone

else wanted to hurt him. Someone he once knew. Someone who betrayed

S.T.A.R.S. "WESKER," he blurted, feeling that sudden wave of rage come over

him. He wasn't really worried about Wesker. He was mostly worried about Jill.

Now that Wesker had Jill and Leon with him, who knows what he'd try to pull. He

balled his hands into fists, trying hard not to let himself get out of control. All he

needed was to get into another argument with Claire. She hated his temper and

he knew he would only piss her off even more. He knew that when he got his hands

on Wesker, he'd kill him, no questions asked. He turned and began heading for

the front door but stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Wesker standing there,

his shades hiding his evil stare. Without saying a word, Chris began walking

toward him, his hands still balled into fists. He grabbed Wesker by the collar of

his shirt and roughly pushed him against the wall. "Where's Jill and Leon!" he

shouted, somehow feeling as if slamming Wesker into the wall didn't hurt him at

all. Wesker suddenly stretched out his arms, shoving Chris into the wall behind

him. Chris' back hit the wall with such force, that he dented the wall. Chris fell on

the floor, his back still against the wall. "I didn't come here to fight Chris," Wesker

stated. "Although kicking your ass is not a problem for me." Chris slowly lifted

his head, feeling neck throb. "I came here to warn you. Not because I want to

help you, but because I like to see you Redfield's suffer." It was then that Chris

realized what Wesker was saying. If he came to warn Chris, he must've went to

Claire. "He must've already spoke to her," Chris thought. "Your bitch of a sister

tried to kill me earlier. She must've thought she could get away with it, but it's

gonna cost her. It will probably even cost her Leon's life."

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Sherry stared out the car window, watching as they past through what seemed

like a neverending road, surrounded by nothing other then trees. She turned to the

driver studying his serious expression. "Where is he taking me," she thought, as

his eyes turned away from the road and landed on her. "What's the matter? You

seem a little tense," he said, finally turning his gaze back to the road. "I thought

you were taking me home." He hesitated before finally answering her. "Look,

you THOUGHT I was gonna take you home, but you thought wrong." Sherry turned

to him, backing up against the car door. "Did he just say what I think he said,"

she thought, keeping her eyes on him. "W...what are you talking about. You told

me you were going to help me get home." A smile spread across Steve's face,

frightening Sherry even more. "This isn't fair! You can't do this to me! I wanna go

home!" Sherry yelled. "Look kid, life isn't always fair. So stop whinning already,"

he said, turning to her once again. Sherry felt her heart pounding so fast, she

could hardly breathe. "Oh yeah, before we get to the underground facility, I'd like

to introduce myself. I'm Steve. Steve Burnside. Sherry's eyes widened. That

dreadful feeling came over her. "Steve Burside?" she thought. "If I'm not mistaken,

I recall Claire telling me that he was dead.

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Author's Note: Thank's for all the reviews so far. I'm sorry I didn't update sooner. All

the school work has got me sleep deprived. I'll be sure to update pretty soon though