Haunting
Warnings:
Swearing,minor violence,angst
Chapter 3: Found in Dreams
The next time Sherry Birkin saw Jake Muller, he was in a straight jacket and flanked by two heavily armed BSAA agents .He looked helpless as they dragged him in and dropped him in the chair, but the look in his eyes promised suffering . It wasn't even anger, rage .No, it was tranquil fury, the kind of malice that shakes one to their core .And those cold eyes were looking directly at Sherry .
It was the same look she remembered seeing on Albert Wesker after a meeting with Spencer .And adding to that, his eyes were the same exact shade of blue as Wesker's, same shape, same eyebrows too, a light shade of brown .
It was like seeing a phantom staring back .
A childhood memory crept back, the one time he gave her that look .She had been playing in the lab and a ball knocked a pitri dish .The tranquil fury burned through him and he slapped her the floor .He yanked her up by her hair and he was sure he would really harm her, but he stopped .He stopped and he hugged her and promised never again .
He kept his word .
But what would Jake do? Was he like his father? So far sherry could honestly say no .
Question was this . . .was he worse?
'No . . .no he can't be '
That was what she thought when she found out what Wesker had become when they took her away from her .She could never reconcile the man who tucked her in, took her to school, and picked her up .
Made her smile, made her feel loved with . . .that monster .
Sherry never spoke on it but she told her self that it was the virus, had to be .Because Uncle Wesker was NOT -
"Well hello, Supergirl .Never thought I'd be seeing you ever again ",he said from behind the glass .He sat back and a bitter yet knowing look was marked on his face .
Oh, she had seen this face on Wesker very often and she did not like it .
"Jake . . ."
"Don't bother .You knew what you were doing . You knew you were leading me into a trap, knew what they were gonna do . . ."
"No!They just said they wanted to ask a few questions -"
And Jake laughed .
"Did you really believe ghat, Sherry? Can you honestly look me in my eye and TELL ME . . .that you thought they were gonna ask a few questions? ",he said .
"I didn't know .I am sorry Leon said -"
"He lied, Sherry ",Jake said flatly .Sherry sat back, swallowed,shifted in her seat . She refused to believe Leon would do this to her .
"He fuckin lied .And you were stupid enough to fall for that"-
"Jake ",she warned,but he didn't stop .
"I thought you were better than that . Looks like I was wrong ",he said .
"I'm sorry! I never meant for any of this to happen! ",she finally snapped .
"But it did! ",Jake yelled .
Sherry has no words for this .
"I trusted you, Sherry .I .Trusted .You .Do you know how hard that was for me?! ", Jake said, rising from his seat .
"I lost everything .My friends, what I had left of a family, my whole town .I had nothing! ", he said .
"I had nothing, nothing but you . No purpose . I just lived on edge and hoped one day somebody would just put a got-damned bullet in my head already and just end it all .But apparently, I'm damn hard to kill thanks to my fucking father",he said .
"When you came along and suddenly I realized I didn't have to live day to day, job to job, that I had something to fight for .I was doing this for a reason .I even gave up that life for you ",Jake said softly .
Sherry was on the verge of tears, her hands clutching at the hem of her jacket .
"Jake . . .jake . . .",she put her hand against the glass .
"No .Don't even bother .Get the hell outta my sight ",he said .
"Gotdamnit Jake, what do you want me to say, what do you want me to do?! ",she said .The tears fell and Jake faltered .
"Sherry Birkin, if I ever see your face again so help me god I'll -",
"That's enough, visit's over ",a guard said stepping up to him .
"Don't touch me! I'm not finished ",he snapped,pulling away, but the guard grabbed him anyway .Jake tried to fight the guard off .
"Stop! You're hurting him! ",she called .
"The hell with this ",one of the guards said and moments later a taser struck his side and he dropped to the floor .A second guard hauled Jake from the floor .
"You did this Sherry Birkin! You did this! ", he called as he was dragged away .
Sherry ran out to the hall, following the guards, but one of them caught her around the waist .
"Lemme go! ", she demanded .
"It's for your own safety, ma'am", the guard simply said .Sherry tried her best to fight as Jake was shot with a syringe .His body started to calm .An unnaturally docile Jake with unsteady steps was hauled away .
Sherry was put out of the facility .
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The next time Sherry Birkin saw Jake Muller,he was roaming around a facility in a strait jacket and filled up on enough drugs to drop a horse . His movements were slow and dragged and he moaned and groaned like a zombie,and the fact that he refused to eat was taking a toll .
Like the things from her child hood .
In her mind, images of rotten flesh, the smell, a relentless creature pursuing her
And then there was father calling
'Sherry! Sherry! ',but she never found him .
It was an awful and shameful thing . . .but Sherry knew her father loved her more than her mother ever could .
The last time she saw her mother though, she proved her love .
She died protecting Sherry from the monster .
Jake's eyes are hollowed out and he looks her way .
"Sher .,ry ",he drags out .And in an instant she says him pale, sickly, bloody .
Dead .
Jake as a shambling corpse was headed her way and she ran .
Jake took a single step, pressed his face to the glass, watching her run away from him .
"This isn't right, Leon! ",Sherry said .
"I know, I know .I've been trying to work something out .I managed to convince them that Jake is innocent, but because of his blood . . .they still want to keep him .I'm sorry ",Leon said .Sherry huffed and fell into the dining room chair .
"Sherry ", he said, but she was still distant .
"Even after Simmons, I continued to put my trust in the wrong places ", .Sherry said bitterly .Leon frowned and pulled up his chair beside her .Sherry was glaring now, and holding back tears of anger .Leon placed a soothing hand on her shoulder and gave a firm squeeze .
"You can't blame yourself for the way other people are, Sherry ",he said .
"I know, I just . . .",he let out a sigh .For a moment, Leon paused, deep in thought .
"I have this under control Sherry .I'm trying to work something out .I want you to go talk to someone for me ",he said,taking her from her thoughts .
"Who? ",she asked, looking up .
"Ada ", he said .
Jill didn't like Dr .Strauss .She didn't like Dr .Strauss because he looked like the man from her nightmares, the one from back when she was afraid of the dark and fear controlled every fiber of her being .
And he smiled a lot too .He smiled and greeted her touching her shoulders the same way 'he' use to .
/ . . . 'Jill . . .empty your pockets ',he said in astern unwavering voice that made her obey .He tended to have that effect on people .
She would do what he said with a nervous smile and produce something she knew she shouldn't have .
Usually it would be something small, an ink pen but sometimes it wasn't .
. . ."empty your pockets ",he said with a firm hold on Jill's shoulder .Her heart nearly stopped .
'Sir . . .'
"I won't tell anyone if you let me know what it is",he said .Jill produced a diamond necklace .
"Too easy to notice .Clear the entire body anyone else gets here .Then no one will bat an eye ",he said . . ./
"Miss Valentine",Dr .Strauss said, appearing to lose patience .He tapped the pen rapidly against the desk, and eyebrow raised .
Just like 'he' did .
Everything, down to that condescending look . . .
But the white and gray ,white and gray white and gray,reminded her who she was ,where she was .There were no monsters in the dark no . .
She could feel the glass cutting her skin and the cold . . .
Why was it so cold in there?
"Jill ,I have little patience for your behavior",he said .
"Jill ,I have little patience for your behavior",Wesker said as he strapped her to a table .
Suddenly, Jill lunged across the table, a pen in hand .She tried her damndest to get to Dr .Strauss but he held her off, just barely . He threw her over the desk and backed away .
"An impooster . . . you're just an imposter . . .",she said .
"Miss Valentine,calm yourself!",he demanded .She lunged again .
"Wesker !",she screeched ,clawing the desk .Moments later, he hit the buzzer and several guards apprehended Jill .
Dr .Strauss was left shaken .
It was settled . After days, weeks, a month, it was decided that Chris would get his own nice little containment cell, locked up in one of the BSAA bases .And there, he would be another growing problem swept under the rug .
It had been forever since he had been there and all he could do was stare at nothing catatonic because there was no hope .
'Is the world worth saving, Chris? '
Chris was starting to wonder .
' . . .separate the chaff from the wheat '
And if Chris was the chaff . . .
. . .then who was the wheat?
Chris slammed his fists against the wall in frustration .
Those thoughts, those dangerous, dangerous thoughts .
Those were the same thoughts that turned Wesker into a monster .
A chuckle, a smirk .
"Like me ",Chris said .
That's how they treated him .Like he wasn't even human .And the scary part was there was a chance he wasn't .
Another growl of frustration and his mattress was flying across the room, the bed flipped over .He slammed on the cell door again .
"Hey! Open up! Open the door! ", he called .
"Sorry Captain . . .but those are our orders ",a voice spoke through the intercom .
"Do you really do everything they tell you? ",Chris demanded .The pause was so long that Chris was sure that he eas ignored .
"Just doing my job, sir .Sorry ", he said .
Chris was going to speak again, but instead sighed in frustration .
He slid to the floor, completely helpless .
These people were nothing compared to the scientists from Umbrella who could do the impossible . Those people with Promethean hands and a vision, albeit a dark one, but still .
Chris now realized he had to prepare for the idea that he may spend the rest of his days here .And all he felt was rage .Rage, then despair .
Chris fell asleep curled in a ball on the floor .
-The steps were slow and deliberate across the grass .The sky was cloudy and the many autumn trees made the world even dimmer .Sifting of fabric and a jacket being unzipped .Chris opened his eyes .Seeing who it was, he closed them again and sighed .-
-"you're not real ",he groaned .-
-"Maybe . . .but your dreams are so much better than reality nowadays, aren't they? ",Wesker said,leaning against one of the vintage streetlamps in the park .Instead of his normal black attire or even the STARS uniform, Wesker was in casual wear .He was wearing blue jeans, black boots and a black A shirt .Over that was Chris's old Jacket that he had given to Wesker .Dark brown and on the back 'Made in heaven ' .His shades were dark red tinted aviators that he only wore off work and a cigarette hung between his lips, unlit .His hair was still slicked back, but a single blonde lock hung in the front .
-"what do you want? ",Chris said .-
Wesker approached Chris, taking out a lighter . . .Chris's lighter, and lighting up his cigarette . He took a slow drag off of it and blew the smoke into the unfeeling air .
"Whatever you want .This is your dream, not mine",Wesker said wryly .Chris chuckled and Wesker smiled .Chris noticed the silver and onyx ring he had given Wesker glinting in the distance .Wesker closed the space between them and sat on the bench beside Chris .He threw his arm over the back and crossed his legs .
"See? You're feeling better already ",he said .
-"Well . . .maybe a little ",Chris said .-
"Tell you what, love .How about I stay here as long as you need me and you can retreat back to this wonderful place when you need me, huh? ",Wesker said .
-"It's not that simple ",Chris said .-
-"Yes it is ", Wesker said into his ear .He took off his shades and Chris was staring face to face with alluring blue eyes -
"All you have to do . . .is don't open your eyes ",Wesker said .And with that, he took Chris's chin in his hand and pulled him into a deep passionate kiss -
-Chris never wanted to open his eyes again-
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So Chris has officially lost it . . .R&R