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J.L.: This chapter will probably be a bit dark, but oh so satisfying, at least in my opinion. In any case, I have subconsciously started my first novel, and am jotting down the rough draft. I haven't decided if I'm going to actually get it published, but I figure I might give a preview or something to see if it would be worth it to publish it. Naturally, I'll probably have humor mixed in with action, and I'm thinking horror. Like Zombies.

Three days later in an undisclosed location: Chris

I stood still on the steel platform, holding the suitcase that contained every bit of information on Umbrella. I had no intention of sharing this suitcase with Wesker though. No, my knife would suffice for that. A cool breeze hit my face, but unfazed me. A helicopter's sound patted into the air, and soon, one approached. It set down gently, and out stepped Wesker in all his brilliant shiny blond and black evil motif. Trent was holding his hand, tears running down his face.

"I assume it's in the case." Wesker spoke, his cat eyes locked to mine. I grunted.

"Give me my son." I demanded. Wesker released Trent's hand and watched the little boy run over to me. I did not grab the crying child, but instead flung the suitcase to Wesker.

"Where's Mommy?" Trent asked. I did not look down.

"She is waiting for you at home. Trent, listen to me, this is the part where you hide." I spoke. Wesker grinned at me as he picked up the case and placed it gently into the helicopter.

"Is he the Joker?" Trent asked.

"Yes. You know what has to happen." I answered. Trent's footsteps answered as he ran to the place where my helicopter sat.

"Are we going to settle this? In front of your bastard child?" Wesker inquired.

"You have no room to talk. Other than the abominations you have created, what do you have to continue your legacy? You're not even human anymore. Do you know what a family means? Do you feel love?" I replied. Wesker started laughing, glaring at me as he pulled out a gun.

"Christopher, none of those have meaning. Children are obsolete, as I have no intention of dying." Wesker smugly spoke, aiming at me and firing. I already had ducked and slammed the butt of the nice right into his smug face. I didn't give him a chance as the knife went directly into his throat, ripping the tissue to shreds as I kept hacking.

"You do not mess with a child without the fury of the parents!" I yelled out as I pulled Wesker up and started stabbing him in the gut. Wesker laughed as I did this, choking out blood. He raised his hand, and cuffed me hard enough that I dropped him and stumbled back.

"I have won Christopher, yet again. I have the information, and all you have is your brat. I do have to thank you for taking Umbrella down, although your trial will be a bit of a flop now that I have your evidence." Wesker grinned as his neck started to heal.

"That brat is worth more to me than anything you've got." I spoke. Wesker turned to the helicopter, carefully firing a shot into my shoulder as he boarded his helicopter. I stood up as straight as I could, pulling out my gun. Sighting the suitcase, I fired a shot into it. It blew open, blasting a hole into the hull of the helicopter and splashing on Wesker. Wesker stepped out of the helicopter, pissed.

"Now you're just being a pain." He spoke as he fired another shot, right into my kneecap. I promptly fell to my kneecap, gritting the pain as Wesker held his gun to my forehead.

"You're not human." I observed, waiting for the liquid covering Wesker's suit to start it's effects. If would take a while.

"Tell me, because I am curious, what was Jill like in bed?" Wesker asked.

"You're curious why? You'll never touch her and you said you have no need." I responded.

"I want to know what it is that makes you two tick the way you do. How is it that two people could be so in-sync with each other, and yet have one hell of a time in staying in a relationship? Is the sex the bad part?" He inquired. I smiled up at him, nuzzling my forehead against the gun.

"My obsession with killing you. That's what can break a relationship. Obsession and the inability to compromise." I answered as the hydrofluoric acid began it's corrosion. Wesker started noticing it, and smiled.

"Well played. Going to melt my body?" He asked as his clothing starting falling from him as the acid made it's burning path to his skin.

"Dad! That's not a man! His wiener is gone!" Trent cried out. I forced myself to not look.

"Just like the tyrants?" I asked. Wesker chuckled as his skin began to peel.

"An unfortunate effect of the virus. Now...I'm standing here, my skin clearly being cleaned off my muscle, with my gun to your head, what am I to do?" Wesker asked as the muscle began to burn. The acid should have started to weaken the bones. I backed up from the gun and forced myself to stand. Wesker shot my side. He was still smiling, bone sticking through now. The acid had crumpled the helicopter behind much faster, the top blades rotating still from the pilot's inability to shut them off. The pilot is just one casualty of this long war. I took a few steps back, then charged Wesker, kicking him right into the rotating blades. Wesker was torn asunder. I stood up and pulled out my lighter, flicking the flame active and tossing it. Trent ran to me as the blaze caught and any hope of Wesker regenerating was diminished with the acid weakening his system and the fire burning the remains.

"Can I call you Dad?" He asked. I continued to watch the flames consume the wreckage, wanting to make sure that Wesker would never endanger anyone again.

"I'd like that." I spoke as the little boy grabbed my hand and watched the flame with me.

Meanwhile: Jill

It had taken thirty phone calls to calm Barry down. Kathy had sworn he was going to have a heart attack from the guilt. Rebecca tried her scientific explanations, and Claire had tried her compassion, but in the end it took my own stern ass chewing to convince the man there was nothing he could have done to keep Trent safe. He then passed out right after Rebecca grabbed the phone and announced my pregnancy. We were now sitting in Claire's room, watching some movie, waiting for any news of Trent's safety. Chris's safety too...

"These movies are so cheesy." Claire stated.

"I'd have to agree. Who wants to want a movie series where the main character gets God-mode and the other characters are just background props?" Rebecca asked.

"On top of that, the main character gets all the romance. The guys don't last longer than one movie." I added.

"To think Romero's script was turned down for this one...ugh, turn that shit off." Claire spoke, prompting Rebecca to hit the stop button. I laid back on Claire's bed fully, my head propped up by the pillows. Please....let them be okay.

"Spill it." Rebecca demanded, turning on the lamp light.

"I'm worried." I admitted.

"That's expected. Jill, what are you going to do when they get back?" Claire asked. I looked up at this woman, this Redfield who had been so kind and supportive to me.

"I'm leaving. I'm taking Trent to the states and I'm going to start giving him the family he needs." I answered.

"My brother?" She asked. I rolled away from her.

"I have no idea to be honest..." I mumbled.

"You love him?" Rebecca drilled.

"Love isn't important." I spoke.

"Bullshit. Whether you like it or not, you two have started a family. You can say Trent was a mistake, but this one...no, you cannot deny it." Claire spat, grabbing my shoulder.

"Just answer the question Jill." Rebecca continued.

"Yes, I love the asshole." I bitterly spoke.

"Good, you two are signing the marriage license as soon as he gets back." Claire commanded. I bolted straight up.

"Wait a minute. I'm not-" I started.

"It's the only way we'll let you leave with Trent. Otherwise, we'll have Chris file for custody." Rebecca threatened. I bit back the anger.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked.

"If we don't, you'll do something stupid." Claire spoke, smiling. I rolled my eyes.

"Fine, but this wasn't my idea." I spoke. Claire hugged me along with Rebecca.

"I still can't believe you two did the dirty." Rebecca admitted.

"Maybe if you stopped reading those smut novels and actually got some, you'd be able to." I replied, sneaking a smirk in just as she hit me with a pillow. Claire's face shot red As Rebecca went to place the pillow back but couldn't due to the object that had been lying underneath it.

"Please tell me that's a massager and not a dil-" Rebecca started.

Two days later: Jill

The helicopter landed and Chris stepped out with aid of crutches. Trent ran to me, embracing me as much as his little body could.

"Brought our son back." Chris spoke as he hobbled over. I caught eyes with him, in his slightly broken form, and embraced him.

"Thank you so much...just...thank you Chris." I muttered as his arms lightly came around me.

"Theres nothing left to him. Trent may have some nightmares, but there is nothing left to Wesker." Chris spoke softly into my ears. I closed my eyes and leaned a bit into him carefully.

"Mommy..." I heard Trent speak. I lifting the boy up and Chris kissed his forehead. I suddenly felt the guilt I had chalked off to the side for so many years. I should never have hidden these two from each other...Chris's gaze went past me though.

"What's that Claire's waving around?" He asked.

"A marriage license...they're forcing us to sign it as soon as we step inside." I spoke. Chris just grinned at me and kissed my forehead.

J.L.: Not the last chapter exactly, one mroe to go. I am dead tired however, having just completed my english exam and driven back home from Cincinnati. I'm still brainstorming ideas on 'He's a lady" my next main fanfic after this one is finished (I lost track of where I was going with it). On a side note, I did hear the nasty little rumor about a character death in RE:5. Depending on the circumstances, I'll either ignore the rest of the series to anger at Capcom, or I won't. Either way, I'll continue on as I have. Now, I go to enjoy my bed.