Chapter 22

Sherry

That night Sherry waited with dreary anticipation until Ralph came to her door. She lay on her bed, pretending that she was sleeping and then thinking of Leon who was only a few doors down from her. The entire day passed in a blur, she was asked questions which she naturally didn't answer, they eventually gave up and talked to her so gently that she was almost certain they thought she might have a nervous breakdown. She was also certain that Kruspe had something to do with the oh so gentle treatment. She could only hope that Leon was being treated the same.

Sometime in the night, she did not know exactly when, she saw Ralph standing outside her glass door. She stood immediately, waiting with anticipation until he opened the door but he just stood on the other side of the glass before her sheepishly. Instantly she tensed, knowing something was wrong, he help up a piece of paper, it had something written on it.

The paper read: It will be impossible to get you out tonight; you'll have to think of something else. I'm sorry.

She glared up at him and gave a hard huff, she knew that it would be difficult, but that wasn't for him to worry about. Angrily she nodded and went back to her bed, not putting up a useless fight.

In the morning Kruspe woke her with a grin plastered on his face.

"Would you join me for breakfast?" He asked her softly. Almost excitedly he added, "I imagine that being stuck in his room is driving you insane."

"It's only been a day," she stated firmly, but agreed to the breakfast nonetheless, on one condition. "I want to see that my partner is not harmed first."

Richard nodded, accepting her offers and then had Leon towed to the front of her glass door. He looked fine, except for the little frown on his face. When she saw him she tried to resist a smile of relief and nodded sharply to Kruspe, "okay. I'll go with you."

For breakfast he led her out of her cell and pass Leon's door, he watched her go with confusion on his face but she merely shrugged and wiggle her handcuffed wrists as he approached the door and she passed him, trying to show him that there was no means of fighting these people right now.

Kruspe took her to a cafeteria in which they had laid out a platter of fruits. He pulled out her seat and then released one of her hands only to handcuff the other to the armrest. She noticed that men with guns were planted all around the cafeteria. Again, no means of escape. She sighed and relented, trying to formulate a plan as Richard blabbed about her father

Jake

4 Days Later

He could hear them moving all around him. They had taken him out of his sleep again, he knew soon they'd put him back in. Jake didn't bother trying to put up a fight when they woke him. His limbs never cooperated. They knew it and they'd leave him on the floor, naked and cold for a minute until they finally set him on a cold metal table, poked him and prodded him with needles, and then they'd knock him out and he'd wake up again in the same predicament.

Opening his eyes was always painful, even now he struggled to open them. He didn't know if they had him blindfolded, or if he was simply too weak to pull back his eyelids, but the darkness was swallowing him whole, he had to see.

With a grunt he opened his eyes to the lab. A white blaring light above him shined cruelly into his sensitive pupils. Instantly they shut again, on impulse, he wouldn't open them again.

"His vitals are steady, this is good." A monotone voice said somewhere at his side.

"Give him some more vitamins, I don't like this right here," he heard tapping on a paper, "he's not eating anything so we need to do whatever we can to…"

Their voices were fading again.

He felt the strange warmth coming over him again, they were putting him under.

He heard a strange sigh and realized it was him, before yet again he was out light a light and dreaming of Sherry.

Sherry

"You're so beautiful, you know that?" Richard smiled at her from across the dinner table he had in his room. He had been doing this now, trying to seduce her into… something. She couldn't figure out what it was.

For the past two days he had taken an unusual interest in her comfort, he even asked her if she would wish her cell to be a different color, something to make her feel more at ease. When she replied that she really didn't care he dared to brush her hair away from her face and stroke her jaw, letting out a sad smile as if she had disappointed him in her answer. She naturally stiffened at the contact and fought every impulse in her body to not kick him in the chest and pop whatever semblance of a heart rested within his body.

"Thank you," she blushed angrily, popping a fruit in her mouth and trying to ignore the way he stared at her.

"I only state facts," he smiled gently and sipped on his wine.

They were in his room, he had invited her to dinner here and she had naturally agreed, hoping to look for any opportunities that might get her out of here. His room was simple enough, though royal in appearance. It had an ornate carpet colored with red and dark maroon shades. His walls were paneled with mahogany like the study rooms one might see in a mansion, he had a large bed pressed to the wall to their far right, and to the left, exactly opposite of his bed there was a table with a laptop.

"Sherry, I know you feel uncomfortable with my presence," he said gently, "and I know I haven't been the best host," he gestured to the fruits, "I can hardly give you proper food, but this is an island so we have much more of what we can find readily available, hence the fruits… but I wanted to ask you something."

She stiffened and nodded, twisting a grape in her mouth nervously.

"I know you came here because you and your partner think I am up to something evil.. something malicious of some sort." She didn't respond, his eyes skated to her face with an almost somber look, "I don't wish you to think that I'm cruel. I am simply trying to perfect what your father and Albert Wesker started, don't you understand?"

She shook her head stubbornly, "no, I don't understand. You know why? Because they both died for their horrible work-

"But-

"How can you want to be like that?" She harshly stated, her fingers tensing around the chair, she couldn't believe that she was even having this argument with this man that she cared nothing for, "Don't you understand that their work killed them? They didn't perfect it, do you know why? Because it's unstable, it's dangerous-

"It's the next phase in human evolution." Richard countered back, almost angry now.

"If it were the next phase then it would happen naturally, wouldn't it!" She shot back hotly. Her eyes blazed with an unspoken fire. She sat here arguing with him about evolution and he thought that's what she was angry about – the fool that he was. "How can a scientist be so arrogant as to think himself a God!"

"Do not confuse me for Albert Wesker," Richard frowned, warning her with his voice, "I know my limits."

She did not respond to that, mainly because she didn't know how to respond to a comment like that.

"I brought you here for a reason," he palmed his cheek nervously, and stared off into space; "I am a scientist and must use all my resources to my advantage. You think that I am up to something malicious, and I promise you that I am not. I do not sell BOW'S, and I do not create them-

"You do. You just told me that you plan to create something like Albert Wesker-

"Yes but I do not plan to wipe out the human population to bring in the new phase of human evolution. That is simply wasting precious lives that could be used for other things. I think that everyone can change, Sherry," he leaned forward, his eyes burning into her now, "I think everyone can accept some form of this new virus I plan to create."

"You won't get away with that," Sherry smiled sarcastically; "there are plenty of people in the world who are willing to stop things like that from happening."

Richard smiled then, a horrible gleam in his eyes, "not if they know it will only strengthen them. Or do you think that I plan to make us all super-humans like Albert Wesker. I am not a fool. I would never give people those capabilities, no – no. Instead I wish to only give them a few of the amazing abilities that Albert Wesker had. In fact, I have figured out a way." Sherry stared at him blankly, confused, "Only a few of these people exist, you see? People with… unnatural abilities, not so unnatural that they are dangerous, but unnatural enough that people would accept them and eventually want them."

She stiffened.

Had Ralph told them that she could do? No, no surely he wouldn't!

"I will use this blood to bring in the new era of human civilization, with you by my side to guide them all into this new phase of human evolution." He stared at her with shimmering eyes, as if the very idea brought him to tears. "Why is this wrong?" He asked her gently.

" Because you're tampering with nature, and making people do things against their will-

"It wouldn't be against their will Sherry, how can you think me so dense? I would never force anything upon-

"Wow, really? What's this on my wrist?" She glared at him, pointing to the handcuff on her wrist that was bound to the chair, he winced at that.

"I'm sorry. It's just a precaution. You tend to get feisty." She rolled her eyes, "But I would never make someone get the virus. It would be completely-

"You haven't even made it." She glared at him, "You don't even know what it could do. It has never worked! It won't work now! It just makes people get power hungry; do you think humans deserve all these luxuries, speed? Super strength? Enhanced hearing and sight? Humans hardly know what to do with the talents they do have and now you want to give us all of this? Have you lost your mind? Who do you think would have it? It would be expensive," she glared at him, "only the wealthy would have these abilities, making the poorer even weaker and making the strongest stronger."

He stammered to form a thought, "I-I-

"You haven't even thought this through have you?" She noticed his blush, "You see, that's why you would never be like Albert Wesker, because Albert Wesker planned, he was always prepared. He knew things before they would happen." She smiled wickedly then, "and even he fell. Or do you think yourself better then Albert Wesker?"

Kruspe stared at her with embarrassment, "I do not think myself better then Albert Wesker. I think myself more passionate and less mad." Sharply he stood, almost angry now and then he stormed over to her side, she watched him warily as he stood beside her. "Try to see reason.." he pleaded gently.

"I want to go back to my cell." She said stiffly. Standing up and shoving the chair back.

When he relented and took her to her room she was more than displeased to see that there were flowers on her bed. She knew instantly that they were from him, and while the flowers themselves were very pleasant the fact that they were there at all was not.

He left her quietly in her room, she lay there the rest of the evening in silence.

Sometime during the night she fell asleep. Sherry didn't notice the hulking figure that broke into her room quietly, she didn't stir even at the sound of his boots approaching her.

It was only when he hand clamped down on her mouth and the other two pinned her wrists above her head that her eyes flew open from shock at the man above her.

Instantly she began kicking and writhing, but he was so damn big, it was nearly impossible to shake him off! She struggled and made an attempt to kick him. This was it, they were going to kill her. They had found no use for her anymore, Sherry could almost feel the weight of life on her chest as she struggled to draw in breaths around the meaty hand on her face.

"Sherry stop it!" The familiar voice growled at her. She stiffened and her eyes opened wider, trying to take in the dark figure fully, "It's me!"

Her eyes bulged.

It couldn't be...

"Chris?" She gasped out.

What's Chris doing over there? o_o I guess we'll find out in the next chapter won't we. I was planning to have this story go on for a bit longer since I know it's approaching it's end but due to the lack of reviews from last chapter I assumed that people werent really as interested in it when Jake isn't really in the chapters as much so I sped up the timing a bit. I can only hope that this chapter was less boring for you all :)

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