They Aint Never Seen A War Like Me

Title is from Son Of Sam, by Shinedown...Wonder who that could be describing... As I say every time, thank you reviewers. And Claire, thank you, I'm glad you like Claire and Luke, that's always been a worry o' mine. Jane, as always, your reviews are terribly sweet thank you. And finally, Alex, you have an unfortunate name in this story...Also, thanks for the cake, it tasted good. Seriously, I really appreciate all your reviews, thank you. XD

Warning of swearing and violence...

Chris slowly opened his eyes, squinting at the light in the room. He was hit with a thumping pain the back of his head; it was then that he remembered something had happened. He attempted to bring a hand up to comfort his wound, but both hands were securely fastened to the arms of the chair. Glancing down, it was the same for his feet. The circumstance was far too familiar for his liking.

Chris shook against the chair but already knew his efforts were futile. He took the time to glance around the room, at least he recognised it. Of course he would, it was his kitchen. The kitchen table was behind him, but the chair was orientated so that it was facing the worktop bench and giving him a view to the door.

A slender woman in a strapless black dress walked into his view. Chris was surprised she could walk so sturdily in the killer heels. The scene was becoming far too like his dream. But as she turned it was different, this time he could see the face between the blonde locks. Amber eyes bored into his, and as he looked he saw only evil. The same evil he felt when he would gaze upon his ex Captains eyes. There was no denying she was beautiful, big eyes with a dainty nose and generally soft features. Nevertheless Chris saw through it, undoubtedly he knew who this woman was.

"Let me guess: Alex?" He croaked his words out, throat still dry from his momentary unconsciousness.

"Bingo." Alex replied, with a small smile on her lips. Chris just sunk his head. "How are you Chris? ...It's nice to finally meet you."

She spoke so sincerely, her words sent shivers up his spine. The woman was evil; there was no doubt about that.

"What do you want Alex?" Chris growled at her. He was pleased to finally see her, because the minute his restraints came off he would hesitate at nothing to attack her. After all, she took one of the most important things from him, his daughter.

"Oh, I don't know...A leisurely chat?" Her sadistic smile didn't fade. She walked around him and slide herself up to perch on the table. Chris crooked his neck around as much as possible to see her. She gave him something to look at and slyly crossed her lengthy legs. She let out a slight chuckle, which Chris quickly frowned at. "This is quite humorous, isn't it? You see, I know everything about you...yet you know nothing about me."

He wasn't going to join in with her games. He wanted answers, but he knew damn well she wasn't going to give them.

"I knew your brother quite well, so I'm guessing you'll be just as predictable as him...You can't help it, the Wesker incompetence is probably hereditary." Alex laughed at his words. He was a cocky one, something she found quite amusing.

"Tell me this, if I'm as predictable as him...How come I'm still alive?" She spoke softly and confidently. She made a fair point, Chris was merely talking, and he knew she was different from Albert. Saying as he and the BSAA had nothing on her, he knew she was more powerful...Either that or just smarter.

"Trust me. You won't be alive for much longer."

Alex let out another chuckle at his confidence, and slid elegantly off the table. She brought herself around to stand opposite him once more. Her stare unnerved Chris, and he quickly broke the eye contact. Again, this made a smile form on her lips. It was a great boost to her ego, that even Chris Redfield was intimidated by her.

"You are a handsome man, Chris... It's a shame you choose the good side." She brought a long finger to glide along his jaw delicately. "Though I suppose that's how you get all those women, huh? Jill...And then there's Sophia, right?"

Chris frowned; Alex was only saying these things to show Chris just how much she really did know about his life.

"I can put you out of your misery, Chris... You didn't sleep with her. See I've been watching..." Chris refused to reply to her. She was playing with him, she wanted him to react. He wasn't going to give her the satisfaction; instead he kept his mouth firmly closed.

Alex lowered to his level, and continued to stare intently at him. Since he didn't speak, she moved in between his legs, which enabled her to push her whole body against him, as she moved her mouth towards his ear. Before she decided to speak, her lips curved upwards as she licked them. She lay a couple of long kisses along his jaw line. He turned his head from her, but there was little he could do. But it didn't matter, her toying didn't work on him anyway.

"You asked me what I wanted..." She whispered low into his ear, "Well..."

Alex quickly stood up and walked from him towards the kitchen bench. She ran her fingers along the granite of the bench, and stopped when she got to his kitchen knife rack. After examining the knives he had, she picked a small sharp one as her favourite. She took a glance out the window, and heard a car pull up, and turned herself back towards him.

"It looks like what I want, has just arrived..." She smiled as she ran the tip of the knife along her fingers, testing the sharpness.

Chris's heart stopped. It all made sense now, he had completely forgotten. Alex wanted Jill. He was merely bait to attract her to Alex.

"Don't you dare touch her!" Alex was pleased. She got the reaction she wanted. She wanted to see Chris angry, she wanted a bit of a fight. It was all the more fun to watch him squirm.

It was after midnight by the time Jill had got away from the overly talkative younger Redfield. She didn't really mind anyway, as bad as it sounded, she was more than willing to prolong her visit to Chris. She ran a million different ways in her head as to how she would tell him about the pregnancy, but still she couldn't quite figure out the perfect words to say. After all it was going to be a life changing conversation for the both of them. She strongly believed this would be the final nail in the coffin for their relationship.

As Jill pulled the car up behind Chris's, she noticed the front door to his house wasn't closed properly. She could see a beam of light from the hall going through the slight opening. Usually she would think nothing of such a small thing, but lately she had been one edge a lot more. Maybe because she was alone, it made her more cautious and afraid.

Whatever it was, Jill began to feel very uneasy. Her father had always told her to trust her gut instincts. And at this time, her gut was telling her something was very wrong. She reached into her glove compartment, and fumbled underneath various car documents, until her hand grasped on the cold metal of her Beretta. It wasn't the safest place to keep it obviously, but Jill always thought it was better to have it just in case.

After locking the car, Jill glanced into the front window of his house. She saw nothing out of the ordinary. But as she approached the door, she could have sworn she heard either a talk or a shout of some description.

Jill griped the Beretta tighter, and used her free hand to cautiously push the front door open. She slowly stepped one foot in, and saw nothing wrong with his house.

"It's just me Chris." She called out, suddenly feeling stupid at her nervous actions. She lowered her gun and stepped into the hall, closing the door behind her.

Jill saw the light in the kitchen and began to move towards it. As soon as she'd taken a couple of steps, a hand was placed firmly on the back of her neck, forcefully slamming her against the wall, knocking off their various pictures in the process. Jill felt another hand grip her right wrist tightly which was holding her gun.

"Relax...Why so tense?" Alex's voice drawled in Jill's ear. She increased the pressure in Jill's wrist, so much so the wrist began to turn white. Alex was surprised at how long Jill could resist dropping the weapon. But the pain became too much for Jill, and she opened her hand, dropping the gun in the process.

"Good. I suggest you don't try to do anything funny...Understand?" Jill meekly nodded. Alex removed her grip on Jill's wrist and retrieved the knife she had pocketed, placing it along Jill's neck as she led her into the kitchen.

Honestly, Jill was surprised to see Chris still alive. As he saw Jill led in, he lost it. He would not let Alex take her from him.

"You let her go! You hear me!" Chris growled and fought as much as he possibly could against his restraints, until he actually felt the rope begin to cut into his wrists, drawing blood as they did so. His attempts were futile; he merely moved the chair a little. "Alex, I swear to God, you touch her and I will kill you!"

"Hush, hush, hush, Chris..." Alex taunted him. "I'm not going to hurt her...Not yet at least. How long is it now Jill?"

Chris frowned unsure of what she was talking about. On the other hand, Jill's face dropped. How did she know? Jill was pretty certain she knew what Alex was hinting at. It made sense; of course that's why Alex would want Jill. Fear rose within her, she couldn't let Alex take this away from her. Chris's heart broke as he saw the fear in Jill's blue orbs.

"Hmmm, must be at least a month now, huh Jill?" Jill turned her face away from Alex. God, it was even longer than Jill thought, she was 5 weeks gone already. She couldn't believe herself that she had kept it from Chris. This wasn't the way it was supposed to be, Jill needed to tell him herself...This would only make things worse.

"Well in that case, you have nothing to worry about, Chris. Jill will be safe for another 8 months at least..." Another sadistic smile crept upon Alex's lips as she saw Chris realise what she was talking about.

His mouth opened. Jill couldn't even read his expression. It was hard to tell if he was angry, upset or just confused. The truth was he felt all of that. He couldn't comprehend how Jill could keep it from him for such a long time. It should have been the happiest day of his life; instead he was stuck to a chair unsure of the fate of his love and child.

"Is that true?" Chris breathed out. Jill nodded as a tear fell down her face.

Alex ignored their problems, and brought another chair near Chris. She signalled for Jill to sit, and took no time to tie left over rope across Jill's hands and feet. On normal occasions, Jill wouldn't have fought back when she had the chance. But she couldn't now, she had to think of the fate of her child. She couldn't be selfless and risk what was such an important life, not only to her but also to Chris.

"Alex, what the hell do you want? Let her go." Chris demanded, yes he was angry Jill would keep news of a pregnancy for so long. But nevertheless that was his child, he would stop at nothing to save them.

After cutting the left over rope, Alex set the knife on the table, and moved to the rack again. This time she picked out a longer knife, but just as sharp.

"My, my, Chris, you have so many questions... Well how about we play a game? See how much you really can endure..." She darted her tongue out to lick her lips, as she walked closer to him. "For each question you ask, I get to have a quick stab at you...literally."

Alex laughed slightly and ran the knife along his cheek, with not enough pressure to cut his flesh.

"Fine. Why do you need Jill?" Chris asked her. He was pretty certain Alex would kill him and he was unable to fight, but he would still try to at least find out what the hell she was planning.

Alex brought the knife to his lower arm, and as promised she broke the skin leaving a deep gash in his flesh. He immediately bit his bottom lip and let out a groan in utter pain as she did so. Jill watched helplessly, as the blood began to trickle out of his wound.

"I don't need Jill, per se...It's more I need her antibodies. And it makes it that little more interesting that she's pregnant. I would like to know how it passes along." Alex replied, unfazed by the man's staggered breath and pained expression.

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"...Why do you need her antibodies? What are you doing with it?" Chris croaked out in between breaths. He would stop at nothing to help Jill and their unborn child, no matter how much pain he would have to suffer.

Jill closed her eyes and turned away, as she heard him scream out in agony this time. Alex had made a longer cut, one which stretched the length of his forearm. Jill held back the tears, and attempted to quietly wiggle her feet out of the restraints. The rope wasn't tied as tight and Jill saw this as an opportunity.

"I need it to test it with a virus. And then perfect said virus." Chris knew this wouldn't be easy; Alex wasn't just going to spill everything. Her information was useless it was the same as what Luke had told him. He needed to know what this virus was.

Alex quickly made multiple small lacerations on his other arm. Not enough to cause serious damage, but blood still dripped out of them, and Chris shouted out once more.

"What the fuck?" He clenched his fists, as beads of cold sweat trickled down his forehead. Jill had been able to get her feet out, she know subtly worked on her hands which were tied behind her back.

"That was technically two questions you asked..." Alex smiled as she watched Chris weaken. His breath became more hitched, and the colour quickly drained from his face. He wouldn't collapse anytime soon, but she was sure shock would kick in eventually.

"What virus?" His voice was shaky, as he awaited his next punishment knowing they were getting worse each time. Jill had had enough, she couldn't take it. She couldn't sit and watch his inevitable death.

"Stop it Chris!" She squealed out, before Alex could inflict another cut. Her tears flowed down her face, running mascara down with them. "Alex, you want me! Not him. Let him go and I will come with you."

Alex giggled, which sent shivers up Chris's spine. He began to fear she would now hurt Jill. Because although his cuts hurt like hell, at least then Jill wasn't getting hurt.

"Well that's a mistake dear Albert made, isn't it? I can't let Chris go, because he's the only man who will ever save you. With him out of the picture, then I will have you all to myself..." Her voice was as smooth as ever as she spoke.

"Then why don't you just kill me already?" Chris asked, bringing his head up to look at her.

"Do you really not fear death?" Alex whispered into his ear.

"I fear the death of other people...Not my own." Chris always was like that, he put anyone before himself. Over the years he had seen many deaths of comrades, and although he had had the opportunity to live many more years, he would give it all up to bring them back. He just never thought about it, it was a simple matter of fact; he would sacrifice himself for the ones he loved.

"Your selflessness really is commendable Chris." Alex ran a finger lovingly along his jaw line. His total belief in altruism and courageousness really was alluring for her. She had never seen a person with such qualities...She really would enjoy killing him.

Alex thought she would play with them once more. She brought her lips tenderly against his. Jill looked away as Alex continued to kiss him, focusing on getting her hands free. She was almost there.

Chris was unable to do anything and was too weak to turn away. His eyes remained firmly opened, and moved over to look at Jill, he could see what she was doing. Quickly he began to kiss Alex back, receiving a devilish smile from her. He opened his eyes again to look back at Jill. She watched as his eyes wandered to the other knife Alex had left on the table and then back to Jill. Jill gave a slight nod, and he replied with a faint wink.

Chris let his lips part, as Alex's tongue decided to delve further. As soon as her tongue entered, he quickly brought his teeth down, biting as hard as he possibly could. Alex immediately let out a squeal and jumped away. She let out another laugh, wiping the blood from her mouth, but her face then contorted into a frown.

"You shouldn't have done that." She grasped the knife firmly, just as Jill had freed both her hands. In a swift move, Alex stabbed Chris's stomach, pulling the knife back out quickly. He gasped and gave one last look to Jill as he tried to correct his breathing, coughing up blood in the process.

Jill picked the knife from the table and pulled Alex away from him. As she turned Jill shoved the knife into her upper chest. Alex staggered and fell backwards onto the cold floor. Jill suddenly dropped the knife and ran over to Chris, falling down to her knees.

She immediately placed her hand firmly on the major cut in his stomach region, attempting to stop as much bleeding as she could. It wasn't working; instead his blood just seeped through coating her hands. His head was sunken, and she quickly brought her other shaky hand to try to keep him conscious.

"Come on, Chris. Please...Stay awake." Her voice was riddled with fear, and she hadn't even noticed the tears which fell from her eyes. She began to slap him across the face repeatedly when she got no reply. His eyes fluttered open momentarily. She breathed a sigh of relief, he was a fighter after all.

"Jill..." He could barely speak, and she could see he was close to slipping out of consciousness again. "Run."

Jill quickly stood and glanced behind her. Alex stood up from her position. For the first time, she had a sheer expression of anger. She slowly took the knife out of her chest, but then smiled. Jill looked to the wound. She could see plenty of blood, but she could have sworn the wound was healed.

Without hesitation, Jill sprinted out of the kitchen, tripping slightly in her heels as she did so. She slid on the floor and retrieved her gun from the hall, where she had dropped it. She stood up and pointed the gun in Alex's direction.

"Fun's over bitc.." Jill stopped and fell to the floor coughing, as the room filled with white smoke. Someone threw a smoke grenade. In the chaos Jill lost sight of Alex, the fog covered her sight. Jill fired the gun randomly in the directions were Alex once stood. She figured she hadn't hit anything apart from the house itself.

Panic quickly ensued, Jill could see little, and she didn't know where Alex would be coming from. As the smoke cleared slightly, Jill caught sight of two shadows quickly exiting the house. She tried once again to fire, but again missed.

Contrary to what they believed, obviously Alex wasn't alone. She was able to escape. Someone had her back covered...the question was who.

Done! Sorry for being such a violent chapter. I'm not as sadistic as I must seem, I swear, I love fluffy rabbits and everything!

Also, single hardest thing to describe, for me at least, is pain. My goodness I don't know how people do it, haha. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed.

Artichoke,

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