Sorry guys! I thought I had posted this already! Forgive me!
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Wesker stood in a clearing, watching the helicopter soar into view. He had said by morning, and the sun was just barely peeking up over the horizon. She was here by morning, now could she land it without crashing? He smirked as he saw the chopper waver just a little bit. He saw her push a hand to her head and slowly pull the chopper down. She kept it steady.
Wesker kept one hand in his pocket, a look of complete predatorial lust in his eyes. Chris was finally his! He clenched both fists in anticipation.
At the last moment, the chopper's runner touched the ground and the chopper jerked. The whole thing flipped and crashed, sliding to a halt a few feet behind Wesker, parts of it cataching on fire. Wesker pulled open one of the cargo doors, happy to see that the shelf Chris was attached to had stayed in place and he was surrounded by air bags. His Ghost was so smart.
Wesker pulled Chris out of the wreckage just as Sherri pulled herself out, collapsing to the ground in pain. She coughed and leaned against the chopper, too tired to move anymore.
"Its going to explode." Wesker said, holding Chris like a child, a safe distance away.
Sherri nodded and stood up, but the world spun and she fell roughly back to her knees, catching herself with her hands before her face hit the dirt. The pulsing white pain was now a strobe light in her skull. She tried to focus, to say something, but couldn't.
She could focus enough, however, to see Wesker walking away. Carrying his new toy.
Sherri let out a sob and finally allowed herself to hit the ground. She had been replaced, she accepted. He was going to leave her. The chopper would explode and she would be just fine, but the concussion would probably knock her out, since she was still only a few feet from the machince, and when she woke up Wesker would have taken Chris and left.
Sherri growled and tried to stand but couldn't. Maybe the explosion would kill her. Doubtful.
She smelled the gasoline and covered her head as best she could. The next thing she knew, she was being lifted into the air, hugged to a chest coated in black material, a hand in her hair soothingly.
"W...Wesker..." She murmured, pushing her head against the familiar scent of the man holding her.
"I couldn't carry you both. Not properly." Wesker told her, readjusting so her head was against his neck.
"You...came back." She sounded shocked.
"You're migraine is scrambling your thoughts, dear. Of course I came back. You and Christopher are the only people in the world that I actually care about," Wesker told her, pushing open the door to the small house with his foot.
"Why...does it hurt...so much?" She asked as she was set on the couch. Wesker left for a moment, returning with a needle, Vicodin, and a glass of water.
"You revealed yourself to Kennedy. The governement thought you were dead, now they know you aren't. They probably have him monitored." Wesker explained.
Sherri swallowed the pills and drank the water as Wesker injected her with the virus to fight off the nanos that were attacking her brain.
"Then I'm still in the system. They...could kill me, if they wanted to?" Sherri asked the blonde. Wesker stood up, frowning.
"It is a possibility. I can perform some tests, if you wish, to see what the state of your nanos are. Perhaps we can cancel out only enough to ensure you maintain your abilities but are no longer at the mercy of the governement." Wesker returned the now empty needle and cup to the kitchen and stood in front of his right hand.
"Okay," she nodded, the pain fading already. She stood up, shaking. "Wesker?" She flung herself at the British man and he actually gasped as she hit him. He stood in shock for a moment as she hugged him. Then, slowly, he hugged her back.
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Chris groaned and sat up, feeling the silk sheets under his skin. He was stripped down, wearing only his boxers.
Chris rubbed his head, trying to remember where he was. Had he had sex with Leon?! Oh god, he hoped not...
"Shit!" Chris exclaimed, remembering Wesker's henchman. "She...kidnapped me!" He exclaimed and stood up, looking for his clothes. A set of clothes, with 'For Chris' on a sticky note, sat on the edge of the bed. Chris pulled the clothes, a pair of sweats and a t-shirt. He heard movement in the other room and followed the noise.
The girl from the bar-why couldn't Chris remember her name?!-stood with her back to him. She was at the sink, doing dishes. Wesker was no where to be seen. Chris, moving silently, approached the girl. She wore jeans and a black t-shirt, her hair in a loose bun.
Chris edged forward, silent. He grabbed a knife off the counter and lunged. The girl spun, grabbing the blade with hand and pulling him forward. She slammed her knee into his stomach. Chris grabbed her leg with his free hand and jerked her forward.
Sherri squeaked as she struggled with Chris, the knife biting into her hand. She wrapped her ankle around his knee and jerked his leg out from under him, slamming into the ground. He rolled so he was on top of her, still trying to free the knife. Sherri gripped the knife tighter, blood flowing down her hand as the knife cut into the bone. She grimaced and grabbed Chris by the hair. He began punching her in the face, pushing her to a completely defensive position, one hand holding the knife, the other arm guarding her face. Chris crashed his knee into her ribs and Sherri used both hands to grip her ribcage. Chris used this to stab the knife downward, embedding it deep into her heart.
Sherri gasped as her chest exploded in pain and she felt blood flowing from her heart. She coughed, blood dripping from her mouth.
"CHRISTOPHER!"
Chris growled as he was roughly pulled off Sherri and tossed away into a wall. Wesker snarled at the brunette who lay coughing and then turned to his companion.
"That was bad. You must be careful." Wesker reprimanded her gently, helping her sit up.
If you haven't already, you should read Sacrifice Yourself to understand Sherri's story better.
