Do The Wicked Never Lose?

Title comes from The Blues by Switchfoot.

I wanted to give a quick update before Christmas and here it is!

Thanks to the reviewers, very sweet! And Happy Holidays!

Jill Valentine glanced to her clock, it read 08:34. She was surprised. Surprised that a total of nine hours and twenty-four minutes had passed since Chris's departure. It seemed a lot shorter, apparently time flies when you are drowning in tears.

Sleep didn't come easy to Jill. It was hard to focus on sleep when her body violently convulsed after every episode of cries. She didn't fully understand why she cried, it just seemed unavoidable. She was in the wrong and she knew it. She picked her selfish wants over an honest relationship, and now she was paying for it.

There was only one miniscule thing which could bring Chris to talk to her once again. And that was, of course, the truth. He wouldn't like it. Jill knew this, but he deserved it. He deserved to know everything. Regardless of his reply, Jill would be happier within her own soul, knowing that she was completely honest with a man for the first time.

Jill's continuous tears finally stopped. After nine hours and twenty-four minutes, it appeared her eyes had finally run out of fluid. She was ready, ready to tell the truth, ready to expose all her lies, ready to lose him forever.

Jill reached for her phone, in the hope he may have replied to the calls she left every hour. Once again she attempted to ring him.

Once again Chris ignored Jill's call. He stepped out of his jeep and switched his phone off. He couldn't talk to her. He knew the minute he heard her voice he would begin apologising, and he'd forgive her. She had that power over him, but he didn't want that. He didn't want to go back to the way things were. Honestly, he just wanted to spend a week in a desolate cave, away from it all. Away from the pain she so easily could afflict on him.

Chris treaded groggily into the RPD office, and sat down beside a glum looking Sheva.

"I'm sorry for yesterday, Chris. I didn't think anything like that would happen." Sheva said cautiously. She was afraid to set him off again, but her apology was necessary.

"It's alright." Chris gave her a weak faded smile. He knew it wasn't her fault, no one could have anticipated the events that occurred. He was grateful to have someone like Sheva, someone he could easily talk too. Sheva took the place of his sister; he could indubitably goof around with her, but when he needed her she would always be there. She was loyal.

"I'm always here for you, you know?" Her words just highlighted Chris's feelings towards her. She was a friend, a person he could trust.

"I know." Chris chuckled lightly. She reached over and brought him into a friendly hug, which Chris didn't think twice to return. As she reached in, she gave him a sweet peck on the cheek. To him it was friendly. To her, it was emphasising something more. Sheva always had a soft spot for Chris, there was no denying it. However she would never get in-between any of his relationships. She liked him and had great admiration for him.

Chris caught sight of her Beretta 92 slipped beneath the rim of her cargo pants. He quickly retracted from the embrace,

"Whoa, remind me not to mess with you." Chris joked with Sheva. She glanced behind her back, and laughed.

"On a serious note, how are things with you and Jill?" Sheva inquired.

"Pretty much nonexistent." Chris replied deadpan. The smile which was on his face was quickly wiped away.

"It's not your fault. She's made a big mistake letting you slip." She tried to comfort him by giving a smile to which he didn't return.

"I'm so stupid," Chris let out a bitter chuckle. "I had never felt like that before. I let my guard down and I lost."

"You deserve more than her, Chris." Sheva replied. But Chris wasn't fully convinced. Yes, he may deserve more than Jill, but she was the only one he wanted and needed.

Sheva hated to see him hurting like this. In her opinion he was worth more than Jill, he was entitled to a person who would treat him right, someone he could trust. Someone like herself.

"Anyways, I need to drop this baby off," She said pointing to her gun," care to accompany me to the safe?"

"Sure. I have to speak to Barry anyway." Chris smiled.

"He's on cell duty, I think." She replied.

Chris glanced down the cell block corridor, and spotted Joseph Frost talking to an inmate. From a distance it appeared he was flirting as he continually ran his hand through the red bandana resting on his head. Chris smiled at this. It was typical of Joseph, always the kidder.

Chris and Sheva stepped into the cells, ignoring the death stares various inmates were giving them.

"Hey Joe, where's Barry?" Chris asked.

"Late. So I've taken his place. But I'm not arguing." Joseph replied sending a wink over to the scantily clad woman he was talking too beyond the bars.

Chris laughed and shook his head slightly. The woman was intimating, Chris hadn't a clue why Joseph would be chatting her up. Not only was it very inappropriate, but she looked like she would be sticky if you touch her.

Chris and Joseph continued to converse, and Sheva relaxed against one of the bars of a cell. A figure in the cell crept up behind Sheva, swiftly removing the gun from her jeans and bringing their hand tightly around her neck. Within a fraction of a second the gun was pointed in the direction of Chris and Joseph.

Instinctively they brought their hands up in the air, neither wanting to argue with a gun. The woman Joseph was admiring began to swear. She carefully walked to the back of the cell, trying to shelter herself.

Chris slowly approached the inmate who was stuck in the cell.

"Come on. Let her go, let's not do something you'll regret." He spoke calmly, and attempted to resolve the situation.

Jill arrived at Raccoon's finest hotel, as arranged. She knocked and entered the hotel room number that David had told her. Unlike some clients, he treated her well, bringing her to the finest establishments, and showering her with flowers.

"How are you?" David asked as she entered the room. He brought his hand up to straighten his blonde messy locks.

"Not so great, actually." Jill said. She didn't have to lie to him. He was a kind soul, and just longed for company.

"I'm sorry to hear that." He gave her a sympathetic smile, which she appreciated.

"Thank you." She smiled to hide her discomfort. Chris still hadn't returned her calls, but at least now she could be distracted from her aching heart. When she was working she was a different person. She could take up any persona, and so she could forget about the troubles of her real life.

"I'm going to...uh... get freshened up." David said awkwardly as he walked into the en suite.

Jill sat down on the edge of the large double bed situated in the centre of the room. She grabbed the remote, and switched on the television to kill the time.

An important news report was flashing on the TV. Jill hated the news, never talked about the good natured people of society only focused on the bad.

She was about to switch channels when she caught the bulletin banner across the bottom.

Hostage situation at local police station

The real world had bitten back; Jill was brought back to reality. Worry swarmed over her. She turned up the TV and listened intently to the newsreader.

The outside of the RPD came into view, Jill saw many people bustling past each other, each one as scared as the next. The entrance had been cornered off with police standing beside the tape, guns aimed to the door.

Jill scanned the group of people in the hope she could see Chris's familiar face. He wasn't there. Even if he was it would be impossible to find him. Her heart began to race as her hands became clammy. She couldn't imagine what she would do if Chris was inside. They had a fight, and if anything happened to him...She felt physically sick.

A woman news reporter came into view. She stood in front of the camera and began to speak.

"Around nine AM this morning, an inmate reportedly acquired a firearm and now is holding some hostage. His name is supposedly George Hanson. And we believe he was brought in last night, after disturbances at a domestic residence. Most have been evacuated from the premises." She paused slightly and held her hand to her ear, obviously regaining more information through her earpiece.

"We have just heard that those still remaining in the building are the inmates in their cells, the man in question, and three officers. Names have not yet been released. It is believed that negotiations between gunman and officers have begun." The women ended her report.

David stepped out of the bathroom, wearing only a towel. Jill stood up. She mumbled an apology and ran out the door. She couldn't breathe, she couldn't speak, and she ignored David's confused shouts.

She was still only wearing a robe and revealing lingerie, so the cold of the outside air caught her. She slipped into her car, and paused for a moment inhaling deeply in an attempt to stop her hands shaking. Once she had calmed down, she quickly dialled Chris's number in the hope he would curb her worry by answering. It was switched off. Jill chucked her phone across the passenger seat, and drove without hesitation to her house. She couldn't arrive in lingerie, so she decided she would grab a coat and go.

Jill burst through her apartment door to find a familiar silhouette in her path.

"Well well. You've really become an inconvenience for me." Wesker strode into her view, while also blocking her way.

"What are you doing here?" Jill spat at him. She was more concerned of how he got into her apartment again. But she didn't have time to fire questions his way; she had to get to the RPD. How else would she know if Chris was alright?

"Shouldn't you be with David? Or does he move incredibly fast? Hmm..." Wesker said smoothly. He brought his gloved hand up to caress her cheek which was slightly blushed due to the cold.

"I don't have time for this, please." Jill was on the brink of breaking once more. And yet again she pleaded with the man she despised. But she had too. There was no other way, he was stronger than she, and he had more power and control. Basically he owned her.

"Must I hurt your pretty little face again? You seem to be missing the point. You do exactly what I say. And you do not make a sound about it."He growled at her.

Jill began to panic. She had wasted enough time, she had to leave. However she couldn't, Wesker was right, she does do exactly as he says. And she certainly doesn't complain. As much as she wanted to rush out the door she couldn't, and she didn't understand why. Wesker was just so compelling, so dominating it would be blasphemy to leave his presence without his approval.

"Chris doesn't have a place in our world." Wesker stated blatantly to her. His use of 'our' sent shivers down Jill's spine. He was implying the two were connecting, that they shared a life but Jill hated any association with the man.

"You've successfully ruined us anyway." Jill didn't understand why she told him that. Firstly it was none of his business and secondly she said it almost in the hope he would feel guilty. How naive, Wesker would never feel guilt. Ever action he did, he took pride in.

"Good." Wesker gave out a Machiavellian laugh. "So why are you in such a rush, eh?"

"Just let me go." Jill ignored his question and tried to squeeze past him to get her coat. Wesker grabbed her wrists restraining her from going further. He could hurt her easily, but he didn't. He held her wrists firmly, yet Jill didn't feel any pain and that made her even wearier.

"You got to let me go." Her voice began to crack, as her breathing increased dramatically.

Wesker brushed a stray piece of brunette lock behind her ear. He brought his face down to her ear, which made Jill shudder. She could feel every hot breath he took as it landed on her sensitive neck.

"Never." Wesker whispered almost sadistically into her ear. Jill shuddered. She instinctively threw a punch to his face. Wesker stood back to avoid the hit. Jill looked at him, and began to furiously attack him. With each punch and kick she attempted to land on him, a new tear formed and trickled down her cheek. Wesker calmly deflected every attack she tried to throw.

Jill began to tire, her attempts were futile. All her anger and frustration had been brought out. Wesker saw her change in attitude, he gently cupped her wrists. Jill tried to fight away but in the end fell into his chest, a new stream of crystals falling down her face.

Wesker brought his hands over her waist, pulling her closer to him. His hands brought her comfort, she felt safe. Jill appreciated his warmth, and his deep musk which enticed her senses. He reached down and picked up her chin, gently rubbing away the moisture on her cheeks using his forefinger. Jill closed her eyes, her tears stopped. He held her like Chris did, with so much affection, warmth and she enjoyed it. As she opened her eyes, she came to her senses. It wasn't Chris.

Jill began to feel guilty; perhaps she enjoyed the hug so much because she yearned for Chris's comforting hands to hold her once more. She was holding the man she loathed unbelievably, when the man she adored was in possible danger.

Jill pushed Wesker away and immediately she felt a chill from the absence of his body against hers.

"I'll make it up to you, I promise. I won't leave another client." She begged for him to accept her offer. She grabbed her coat and left before Wesker had the opportunity to speak.

Jill sprinted from her car to the large mass of people outside the RPD. She saw various people conversing, some embracing loved ones, some crying and some pacing the streets. She also saw camera crew and the news reporter she saw previously. Her eyes were drawn to the police tape, blocking the entrance of the station and preventing people from going further.

Jill began to glance around all the people standing, she panicked. She couldn't see him anywhere. She ran up to the police tape and attempted to go beyond it but was stopped by an officer on the other side.

"Sorry Ma'am. Can't go beyond here." He said placing his arm in front of her, to block any further movement.

"Do you know where Chris Redfield is?" Tears began to form again. Whenever she had to speak out loud, and question where he was, she realised that this nightmare was real.

The officer glanced to a policeman beside him, who shook his head lightly.

"Sorry Ma'am."

Jill began to become hysterical and she found it impossible to breathe. She looked beyond the tape, and the officers were just talking. They looked as if they were having a gossip. They weren't attempting to resolve the situation, they were doing nothing. Jill became angry, the policemen, the protectors were sitting comfortably on their arses while Chris could be inside!

Agitated, Jill ran under the tape trying to enter the station. She was stopped mid-run by two tall police officers.

"It's dangerous to go in there, Ma'am." One of the men restraining her said. She started struggling against their vice grips,

"Well if you aren't going to do anything to help, then I will!" It was a stupid remark from Jill. One unarmed woman taking on a crazed man with a gun, but she couldn't sit idyllically by while Chris could be in danger. The officers tightened their grip around her arms and led her outside the tape. She stumbled on the other side of the tape, her tears forming again. She realised her efforts were all in vain.

A comforting hand was placed on her shoulder. It reminded her of her father actually, and immediately her tears disappeared. She turned to see a large build, bearded officer wearing a red body warmer in front of her. It wasn't what she was expecting, his touch was tender, yet he looked rough.

"Are you okay?" He asked caringly.

Jill found it hard to speak; she began to shake her head slightly. Bringing her hands nervously to fix her hair. She swallowed and cleared her throat in an attempt to be able to talk.

"I'm looking for Chris Redfield. Is he okay?" She asked weakly. The man glanced away when she asked.

"We don't know." He said downtrodden. His reply confirmed Jill's fears that Chris was inside. "May I ask who you are?"

"I'm Jill Valentine, a...friend of Chris's." Jill answered smiling sporadically. She didn't know how to define their relationship; she didn't know how he felt about her anymore.

"I've heard that name been thrown around. I'm Barry Burton, a good friend of his," Barry smiled and shook her hand, "Jill, I shouldn't be telling you this. We aren't meant to release information, but you deserve to know. We have reason to believe the three inside are Sheva Alomar, Joseph Frost and Chris."

"Well, how do we know if they're okay?" Jill asked with worry evident in her tone.

"It's just a waiting game now. We can't make any brash decisions in fear it will cause bloodshed," Barry paused. He saw fear in her sapphire eyes and tried to give some comfort, "But all the people inside are great officers and negotiators, I'm sure it will be."

Barry was cut off mid-sentence with the ring of gunfire. The noise shot through the entire street leaving all in its wake shocked. The crowd gathered fell silent and a single tear glistened from Jill's face as it shattered on the cold pavement.

Again I'm not nice leaving it like this, but meh! You'll get over it. Before someone says couldn't officers take out one gunman, the incident I wrote about it based on a similar case which happened earlier this month in Johannesburg. So it can happen! And I had to throw in B-dawg, by far one of the best characters created in the series!

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