Chris' eyes shot open, his gaze immediately falling on the wrecked living room. The front door was left open, a cool breeze brushing against his face. He knew he had fallen unconscious a few seconds after his body hit the wall with such force.

"How did Wesker possess that kind of strength?" he thought to himself. "Was he tampering with Umbrella's deadly viruses?"

He leaned his head back but quickly pulled away when he heard the wall crack behind him. He suddenly remembered the way his body hit the wall. Just the thought of it made his back ache. He carefully pulled himself onto his knees, ignoring the sudden light-headedness. He knelt there on the floor, the recent events flashing through his head. A few days ago his life was as normal as any other person in the city. Now, he had been sucked into another one of Wesker's deadly plans. Chris was pulled out of his thoughts when he heard a car pull into the driveway. He gazed outside, immediately recognizing the car. It was Claire.

He lowered his eyes, surprised that Claire had come. She was pretty stubborn at times. When she was angry with him she wouldn't talk to him for days. Given the current situation, she probably decided that now, out of all days, wasn't the best time to stay mad at her brother. He could hear Claire's car door slam shut from where he was. His first impulse was to run to her and tell her what happened, but he couldn't get up that easily. He was beginning to feel the pain in his back. At first, it didn't seem too bad. Now, it almost felt excruciating. Once again, he glared outside only to find Claire staring back at him. To his surprise, Barry also stood by her side following her gaze. As Chris slowly lifted himself off of the floor, trying not to make it so obvious that his back was killing him, Claire hurried over by his side.

"What the hell happened here?" Claire asked, her eyes falling on the shattered glass and books scattered all over the floor.

Chris hesitated for a moment, debating whether or not he should tell Claire about Wesker's warning. He then glared at his sister, suddenly recalling what Wesker had told him. Claire had tried to kill him earlier. It finally became clear to him that he wasn't the only one who had an encounter with Wesker. Claire studied her brothers face. She could tell by his facial expression that something was bothering him.

"Wesker was here Claire," he said, just above a whisper." He came to warn me." Claire stared at Chris, her expression quickly changing to confusion.

"W...what are you talking about," she stammered, hearing Barry walk into the house behind her.

Chris couldn't believe she was acting like she hadn't known Wesker was behind it all. She was the first person he spoke to. Chris lowered his eyes, as if trying to hide his anger.

"I can't believe you kept this from me Claire," he said. "Why didn't you tell me you saw Wesker?"

Claire opened her mouth but closed it when her attempt to speak failed. She hesitated for a moment, trying to think of something to say to him. "I...I thought he was dead," she finally managed to say. He looked up at her, his eyes burning into hers, studying the expression on her face.

"Thats where your wrong Claire," he began, his voice alittle louder this time. "He's not dead. He's alive and he's got Jill."

Claire stared at Chris, not knowing what to say. Jill was gone and that gave Chris more of a reason to strangle Wesker. This time, Wesker went too far and Claire knew that Chris would make him pay.

"Look Chris...if you think i'm gonna apoligize, your wrong," she said. "I Couldn't have possibly known that Wesker would pull something like this. Especially when I thought he was dead."

"That's not an excuse Claire!" he yelled. "We could've avoided this!"

Barry walked over in front of Chris and put a hand on his shoulder. He already knew how much of a temper Chris had and he didn't want to let him get too angry.

"Chris...I know your angry, but if you just stand here arguing with Claire all day, your never going to find her."

Chris looked up at Barry. He knew Barry was right. He had to find Jill before Wesker tired to pull anything else. He pulled away from Barry's reach and made his way over to where all the books lay scattered. It took him a few seconds before he finally found Jill's gun near a pile of books. He bent down and reached for the gun but stopped half way when something odd caught his eye. He grabbed the empty vile and a feeling of dread came over him. He could see the remains of the greenish liquid at the very bottom. He twirled the vile with his fingers, immediately examining the small inscription. He scanned the label, his eyes quickly falling on the capitalized part which read "SUBSTANCE NOT YET APPROVED BY THE FDA" Chris quickly jumped to his feet, his heart beating faster then he'd ever felt it.

"Chris...what's wrong," Claire asked, startled by Chris' sudden movement.

He spun around, catching Barry and Claire's confused expressions. He brought the small vile up in front of him, waving it in the air. Claire gazed at the small object in Chris' hand afraid to find out what it was. Barry just stared at it, his expression blank.

"What the hell is that?" Claire asked, eager to find out why Chris looked so pale.

"I don't know, but whatever it was, it was distributed by Umbrella Corporation," Chris replied.

"We have to find them," Claire said, her eyes still focused on the bottle. She knew that this wasn't good. Who knows what umbrella has up their sleeve.

"You don't have to worry about that," Barry assured. "I know just the people who can help.

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Sherry kicked and screamed as Steve lifted her up out of the car. They had been driving for two hours until he finally pulled the car over to the side of the dirt road.

"Stop it! Let me go! Somebody help me!" she screamed, desperately trying to pull out of his grasp.

"Stop screaming!" Steve yelled, annoyed by her outbursts "No one's gonna hear you in the middle of a goddamn forest." He had the girl over his shoulder, taking every one of her kicks in the stomach. He was afraid that if he allowed her to walk, she'd try to escape and Wesker wouldn't be happy if she escaped.

"Let go of me!" she continually yelled. "When Leon finds out, he's going to make you pay!"

Steve suddenly stopped dead in his tracks. He grabbed Sherry and pulled her off his shoulder, startling her. He held the girl by her shoulders in front of him, catching the look of fear on her face.

"Look, don't think for one second that I won't kill you because your a kid!" he yelled, only frightening her more. Sherry stared into his eyes, catching a glimpse of the anger and hatred. "Claire once told her that Steve was a nice guy. How he risked his life to save her at Rockfort, but there was something about him that scared her. She knew Claire would never lie to her. Something caused him to change. Someone brought him back to life as a whole different person.

"Oh yeah...you can tell Leon to bring it. It'll be my pleasure to rip his heart out," he added, an evil grin spreading across his face. He knew he had shut her up this time.

He then swung her back over his shoulder and made his way across the dirt road and past many tall trees. Sherry didn't even think about screaming again. She knew it was better to keep her mouth shut and face whatever was coming her way. She couldn't help thinking about Leon and Claire. She missed them so much and she desperately wanted to see them.

Along the way to the facility, there was one question that just kept bugging her. "Why wasn't Claire waiting for me at the airport," she thought to herself. "She would never forget about me." Sherry put her arms over her head as they passed by many hanging tree branches. The air was moist and smelled of rain, but it was still very humid. Sherry could barely see where they were going, being that the fog was so thick. How did Steve know where he was going? Steve stopped walked and pulled Sherry off of his shoulder, bringing her don to the ground. He held on to Sherry's arm so tight that she felt as if the cirrculation would stop. He bent down and with his free hand, he began pushing the moist dirt in front of him to the side.

"What are you doing?" Sherry asked, as she watched him carelessly throwing the dirt aside.

"How about being a good little girl and keeping your mouth shut," he replied, obviously still annoyed.

From then on Sherry decided to keep her mouth shut. She had a feeling that if she spoke one more time he'd strangle her to death. Never in her life had she met someone as mean as Steve. She gazed down at the hole in front of Steve and to her surprise, she saw something similar to a manhole. Sherry's heart began to race when Steve pulled the handle, opening the small passage. "What is he planning to do to me," she thought to herself. She was afraid to find out. He grabbed Sherry once again, hawling her onto his shoulder. Sherry stared down at the dark passageway from over Steve's shoulder. She was afraid of the dark. She had always been ever since her encounter with a couple of zombies at the RPD police station. Just the thought of them sent chills down her back. Once Steve began climbing down the ladder, she prayed that he wasn't as mean as he seemed. She hoped he wouldn't hurt her.

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Author's note: How was the chapter? It took a long time to think it up plus I had a lot of homework to get done. Anyway...thanks for the reviews.