Resident Evil 5. Resident Evil Five. RE5. REFive. Resident Evil 5. Resident Evil Five. RE5. REFive.
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The next morning, the two brunette agents were sailing through the swamp-like river. Sheva hasn't spoken to Chris, since last night, after the battle with the giant.
She had a question that she wanted to tell him, since last night, but she figured that he was still upset, even after they were sailing through the dark waters.
But now that it was the next day, maybe he was feeling better. Sheva couldn't tell, despite his calm appearance. But she asked anyway. "What happened to your partner?" she asked. Chris knew she would ask him this.
He sighed before speaking. "Jill and I were pursuing a man named Albert Wesker." Chris started. The flashback immediately started afterwards.
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"Wesker... he was a top official of Umbrella and the leader of our S.T.A.R.S unit." Chris Redfield and Jill Valentine were walking through a quiet corridor located in somewhere inside of a enormous castle. "I met him again after the Raccoon City incident on Rockfort Island. Since then, we'd been tracking him down." he continued.
Chris and Jill had reached the door at the hallway's end. "Then a few years ago, we got a tip from a reliable source. The whereabouts of Umbrella's founder, Ozwell E. Spencer."
"So we paid him a visit, hoping he'd lead us to Wesker." Chris continued. After placing their sides on the walls besides the door, then silently counting to ten, the two BSAA operatives barged into the room.
Weapons raised, the two brunettes entered the large room. Windows were across from the door. Looking around, Jill was the first to notice a corpse, lying on the floor. "Chris, look." she had said.
Chris turned, then followed her finger. His eyes widened as he, too noticed the dead body. They recognized the man as Ozwell Spencer. Beyond his corpse, at the window, was Albert Wesker.
He turned around. Lightning struck behind him, a bluish-white light washed over him as his sunglasses reflected the light of the room. "Wesker?!" Chris had shouted. Him and Jill began firing their weapons at him.
Wesker dodged the bullets, disappearing from sight, then reappearing in a different spot. Wesker appeared in front of Chris. He grabbed his arm, then snatched the handgun from his hands. And then Wesker bitch slapped him.
Jill kept firing at him, until her handgun ran out of ammunition. Her eyes widened in horror as she stared down at the gun. Wesker spun around, then grabbed her, lifting her off the ground. Jill was being held by her throat by Wesker.
Chris gasped, noticing her being strangled by their former Captain. Chris raced over, his gloved hand balled into a fist. He swung his arm, missing Wesker, but he did get Jill in the stomach.
Wesker dropped her, then turned around slowly. "My bad." Chris had said, noticing Jill doubling over in pain, trying to catch her breath. Chris balled his hand into a fist again, then he swung his fist at Wesker.
Instead of Wesker catching his fist, he pulled his hand out. Chris' fist stopped in mid air. Their hands were a few inches from hitting one another. "Best two out of three." Wesker had said.
Suddenly, the former STARS member and leader were playing Rock, Paper, Scissors. It was the most unfair game of Rock Paper Scissors Chris had ever played.
Wesker's gloved hand moved so fast that Chris didn't see his hand half of the time. By the end of their third game, Wesker had won. In fact, he had won all three games. "Ha! I win again, Chrissstopher." Wesker said, triumphantly.
Chris gaped, eyes widening. "Shit!" he said, taking a step back. Wesker had pulled a pipe wrench from his cloak. "Now I get a free hit. Say hello to Mister Pipe Wrench." Wesker had said.
He was about to make his way to Chris, but he suddenly heard gunfire. Turning to his right, Wesker saw Jill shooting at him. She had reloaded her handgun. Of course, she was missing him.
One of her bullets had gotten Chris' side. "Jill!" he had managed to cry out. Jill turned to him, smiling sheepishly. "Oops. Sorry, Chris." she had said, before shooting at Wesker again.
Wesker flipped sideways in mid air, dodging her bullet. While Jill was focusing her attention on her partner, she didn't notice that Wesker was making his way to her, until it was too late.
Wesker had hit her with the pipe wrench. Jill flew backwards. She was thrown against a wall. Chris stared in horror. "Ah hell naw!" Chris had shouted. He quickly spun around. Chris made a dash towards the door. Wesker followed, pipe wrench in hand.
"Where are you going, Chris? I haven't gotten my free hit yet!" Wesker said, before suddenly disappearing from sight. Before Chris could reach the door, Wesker had appeared in front of him.
Chris immediately stopped in his tracks. Wesker raised his free hand, then swag his finger side to side as he tsk tsked sympathetically. Before Chris could do anything, Wesker aimed his weapon downwards, then he swung the pipe wrench, getting Chris' leg.
Chris cried out, dropping onto his knees. As Chris was in that position, Wesker had hit him on the side of his head with the pipe wrench. Chris fell all the way, opening his mouth to scream, but no sound came out.
Once Chris was lying flat on his face, Wesker grinned. He then turned Chris onto his back. Tears began streaming from his eyes as the pain in his leg and head was rapidly swelling.
Wesker pushed the bottom of his cloak back, then sat down on his former subordinate's stomach. His back was to Chris' face. Wesker lifted the pipe wrench into the air.
The light reflected off the tool. Chris looked up as Wesker shifted his weight a bit. He began to speak. "Wesker... don't..." But it was too late. Next thing Chris knew, Wesker was bashing his genitalia (of course he was wearing pants, you perverts!) with the pipe wrench.
Chris immediately reacted to the pain. He tried to push him off. "Wesker.. you.. lying... ass... bitch... you... said... one... free... hit... fuck!" Chris had shouted between hits. Despite his shouts, Wesker remained calm, hammering his archenemy's family jewels.
Wesker didn't reply. When that had fail, Chris had placed his hand on Wesker's chest. That didn't at least bothered the blonde. Instead, Wesker placed his other hand on Chris' hulk-like hand.
Jill, meanwhile, was in a sitting position. She loudly panted, her hand was on her knee. She turned to see Wesker now sitting on Chris' back. Chris tried to kick him off as Wesker rode him like a horse.
Jill's eyes widened as stared. After a while doing that, Wesker became bored. He immediately rose to his feet. Chris had let out a moan. He tried to pull himself to his feet, but the pain in his head, leg and family jewels were unbearable.
But that doesn't mean he didn't get back up. At least, Chris didn't get himself off the floor. Jill watched as Wesker bent down, then lifted Chris off the ground by the throat.
Wesker smiled before tightening his grip on Chris' throat. Chris began flailing his legs as Wesker spun around. He walked over to a wall. Wesker began bashing Chris' face against the wall.
Jill gasped as she watched, proving how useless she had been in that mission. After doing that for a minute, Wesker, still holding Chris' throat, made his way towards a table that had Wine glasses and a bottle of Vodka on it.
Chris grabbed Wesker's hands with his, trying to pull out of his grasp. Wesker laid Chris down on the table top, then he had put enough force behind his hand to break the bottles and glasses as he slid Chris across the table.
When the bottle of Vodka broke, the liquid had spilled onto Chris hair and face. Thanks to Wesker, he had glass in his face, adding more injuries to his already injured body. Once Chris reached the table's end, Wesker had let go of his neck.
Chris was thrown off. The momentum caused him to slide across the floor. Chris had come to a stop a few feet from the windows. Wesker walked over to him. Suddenly, lightning struck as Wesker reached him.
Wesker grabbed Chris' throat as he got into sitting position. As he lifted him off the ground, lightning struck again. This sort of blinded Wesker. With his free hand, Wesker took off his sunglasses, peered down at it with his inhuman eyes, then put them back on.
"Fucking storm," Wesker muttered. "trying to blind me with it's bright ass lightning." Jill decided that she should do something. Though, she should of did so a long time ago! "No!" she had shouted before racing over to them.
As Chris grunted and moaned, Wesker rubbed his lenses with his hand, while holding Chris in his other. "Let's finish this." he had said. Chris looked over to him. "...After my vision readjusts to the light."
Jill had tapped into her inner man strength. She jogged over to them. Jill wrapped her arms around Wesker as she charged them towards the windows. Wesker had dropped Chris.
They crashed through the window, then they began fall. The castle happened to be located on a cliff. Jill and Wesker plummeted and disappeared into the darkness below the castle.
Chris peered out the broken window, reaching his hand through the hole. His face battered and bruised. He was missing a few teeth. "JIILL!" he had shouted, a tooth fell out of his mouth.
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"Jill's body was never found and she was presumed dead." Chris continued. "The person I saw that day looked like her. I... have to know if she's still alive." Sheva turned around.
"You two were close." Sheva guessed. "We were partners." Chris replied, concluding the story. "And it still hurts to this day." Sheva blinked. "Huh? What still hurts?" Sheva asked.
Chris' eyes widened. "Oh, nothing. It's not important." he answered quickly. "Anyway, what about you? Why'd you join the BSAA?" Sheva turned away from him.
"My parents were involved in an accident caused by a pharmutical company." she replied. Chris turned to look at her. He blinked. "Umbrella?"
Sheva turned back to him. "Yeah. I only found out after that accident was cover up the manufacturing of biological weapons for terrorists." she explained.
Chris didn't reply. He began thinking to himself. Day two. Me and Sheva were traveling through the marshy waters as the sun rose to our left. We were continuing our mission to find Jill and stop and capture Irving. Chris thought.
Actually, I was the one looking for Jill. I don't think Sheva gives a fuck. Anyway, I had told her the story of how Jill 'died'. Man, I couldn't get any good sleep last night. Chris continued as Sheva suddenly noticed that he was ignoring her.
Besides laying next to Sheva, which made sort of brightened my night since she was... His thoughts were cut off, when the boat crashed into a wooden deck. Chris and Sheva were jerk forward. Half of the deck was damaged and broken off.
Chris landed on top of Sheva again. When Chris had noticed this, his face grew hot. He scrambled back on his feet. "Heh.. Sorry." he apologized. Sheva groaned, before getting back on her feet.
She turned to face Chris, narrowing her eyes at him. "Chris, you idiot! Pay attention! You nearly gotten us killed!" Sheva shouted. Chris' cheeks began to go back to normal.
"God! This is why I don't trust you, when it comes to you operating vehicles." Chris ignored her as he pulled out his sniper rifle. He hopped onto the remaining deck. Sheva noticed him leaving. Sighing, she equipped her beretta, then followed.
Chris peered into it, pointing it at a wooden pole ahead of them. He fired, missing the thing he was trying to hit. Sheva watched. I bet Chris didn't hear my story after he had finished his. she thought.
Chris finally shot the object. It fell. Chris then lowered his weapon. He began to walk away. Sheva, of course, followed. He went over to a object that was a few feet from a wooden gate. He bent down, picking it up.
It was called Beast Slate. Chris wielded his machete, then he went over to shields that were hanging from the trees to the left. He slashed them, knocking them off. He then wielded another weapon.
He picked up the ruby that was hidden inside one of the shields. Chris spun around, then him and Sheva went back to the boat. Chris got back onto the driver's seat, meanwhile Sheva stood in front of the passenger's seat in front.
The boat then took off. The brunette agents began sailing through the water again. Heading to the left, Chris and Sheva were silent as they waited to reach their desitination. Thirty seconds later, they had reached it.
The shore had huts made of wooden poles. The place looked even more low tech, than Kijuju. Wait, are they even still in Kijuju? Anyway, Chris and Sheva hopped onto the deck before rewielding their weapons.
Ahead of the agents was a wooden gate. Chris turned to the right, then he picked up a slate map. He then hurried over to the gate. Sheva followed. After placing the piece in the gate, Chris and Sheva headed back to the boat.
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A few minutes later, the agents arrived at a few abandon boats in the middle of the lake-like marshy water. They hopped into the closest boat. They headed over to the other boat. Sheva picked up the jewel that had been left there as Chris turned to the right, before heading in that direction.
Sheva followed soon after. Chris walked over to the nose of the boat. There was a long briefcase there. He opened it. Inside of it was a rock launcher. Chris took it.
Who left a rocket launcher here? Chris thought, turning around. The agents made their way back to their boat. Once they had got into place, Chris started the engine, then they took off.
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A few minutes later, they arrived at another island. The agents hopped off the boat, then proceeded through the small village-like place. Chris lead the way, reaching the end, then turning to the right.
The agents kept going, until they reached the wooden ladder at the end. They ascended up the ladder. The agents turned to the right, then headed in that direction.
At the end was a decorated clay box. Chris opened it. Inside of it was a clay cup. Chris took it, then headed back the way they'd came. Sheva followed. When they got back on their boat, Chris started the engine, then the agents took off, sailing through the waters again.
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Twenty minutes later, the agents were inside of a very low tech, very old fashion village. Chris was reloading his shotgun, while Sheva was reloading her machine gun.
After finishing reloading, the agents began walking. Chris was leading the way. They made their way to a tower. The only person who could enter it is would have to give her a jump boost, so she could reach it.
"I see something up there. Give me a hand." Sheva said. Chris got into position, then she jumped into his hands. Chris immediately threw her up. Sheva landed inside of the tower.
As she searched the tower for any useful items, Chris waited at the bottom. All Sheva found was a clay cup. She turned around, then jumped off.
Chris didn't notice that Sheva had jumped and was falling, until she landed on him. Chris was lying on his back as Sheva laid on him. She lifted herself a bit, then turned to face Chris.
Chris' face was flustered as blood began to rush to Sheva's cheeks. "Oh! Uh... Sorry Chris." Sheva said, blushing, but her skin wasn't light enough to see the blood in her cheeks.
Sheva was about to pull herself up, but Chris grabbed her arm. she looked down at her arm, then back at him again. "Hold on. Just give me a few and I'll get back up." Chris replied.
Sheva blinked. "Then why are you holding my arm?" she demanded. Chris didn't reply. Sheva narrowed her eyes at him. "I said why are you holding my arm, Chris?" she repeated.
"Shhh." was Chris' reply. His cheeks paled a bit as he listened to something in the distance. Sheva's eyes widened, finally realizing that something was wrong. Very wrong.
Suddenly, they heard angry cries of protest. And that's when men covered in white war paint, wearing nothing but skirts made out of trigs and straws had appeared.
They were called Zulus. These Zulus had amber colored eyes, like the Majini. Wait, that means... "They're all infected!" Sheva cried, rising to her feet. Chris did the same, rewielding his weapon.
He began blasting the approaching Zulu with his shotgun. "How could someone do this to them?" Chris didn't reply. He hopped the low, wooden fence in front of them.
Sheva followed, equipping her machine gun. Some of the Zulu had spear-like weapons, others had crossbows or use nothing but their fists. Sheva was shooting three Zulu with her machine gun, when she was grabbed from behind.
Sheva struggled to free herself from the man's grasp. Luckly for her, Chris had came to her rescue. He punched the man's face in, causing him to let go of his partner.
Sheva rewielded her machine gun. "Thanks, Partna." she said. Chris nodded, then took out more Zulu. Suddenly, Zulu wielding shields appeared. Chris fired his shotgun at them, but it only cracked the shield. Otherwise, they were safe.
Chris blinked. "What the...?" he said. Sheva pointed. "Look, Chris. The shield might be protecting their heads and torsoes, but their legs are exposed." she said. Chris followed her finger. Sheva was right. "Shoot their legs and you'll save more ammo."
Chris backed up as the Zulu closest to him tried to attack him with his spear. Chris then aimed for their legs, then fired. Sheva joined in, shooting another Zulu with a shield's legs.
Once they killed the shielded Zulu, they ventured into the rest of the village. The agents were popping the other Zulu, who were there. Sheva remembered her other grenade.
Pulling it out, her eyes widened as Chris was being strangled by a Zulu. She was about to save him, when a group of Zulu emerged from her right. Sheva immediately turned around, then she threw the explosive at them.
Sheva backed away, then spun around. She saw Chris hooked the man. The man stumbled before falling backwards. While he lied on the ground, Chris curb stomped him.
Chris then switched to his stun rod (which he purchased at the Black Market while Sheva was still asleep earlier that morning). He began electrocuting the Zulu with it. Sheva had picked up gold coins that one of the Zulu had dropped. Sheva decided not to aid Chris in killing the Zulu, since the stun rod was killing them in one hit.
Instead, she was picking up the items they had dropped. One of the Zulu had snuck behind Chris. Chris didn't notice that, until the man struck him with his weapon. Chris staggered forward.
He immediately spun around. Chris tasered the man, killing him. After doing that, Chris spun around, then he began to run away. Sheva hurried to catch up with him.
The agents headed back to their boat. After hopping aboard, Chris got into the driver's seat, then he started the engine. He turned the boat around, then they took off.
The boat was sailing through the waters, turning to the left. Seconds later, the agents almost slam into a wooden wall as the boat turned more to the left. "Slow down! It's hard enough as it is!" Sheva shouted over the engine.
Chris didn't reply. The agents continued to sail through the waters. A moment later, after turning to the right, the brunette agents found themselves near another island.
Chris cut off the engine, then he and Sheva got off the boat. Ahead of them was a hut. Chris was still wielding his stun rod as they made their way to the hut.
Inside, there was shields and another clay box. Chris opened it to reveal a cup hidden inside. He took it, then they left the hut, heading back to the boat.
Besides them, the only living things on that island were chickens. The agents aboarded the boat, Chris started the engine, turned the boat around, then they were off, sailing through the waters again.
The agents were going ahead, until they arrived at a island-like wooden deck. The agents hopped off the boat, then rewielded their weapons. The only way could reach the other side of the deck was by traveling through the water.
Which they did. "Looks like we have to go this way." Sheva said, suddenly feeling uncomfortable after saying that. Something lives in these waters. she reminded herself. Something alive and hungry.
Sheva kept looking around as they ran through the water. She was looking out for any movements besides theirs. Even the slightest movements could mean danger.
During their run through the water, Chris found a jewel. They finally made it the wooden ladder under the deck. Chris began climbing it first. Sheva acsended up on it afterwards.
Chris' pants were soaked. Meanwhile, Sheva's pants and shirt were soaked. The agents reached the top, then rewielded their weapons. They then turned to the left, then headed in that direction.
They kept going left, until the agents reached a wooden bridge in between both huts. They crossed it, then entered the other hut. Chris heard a angry shout. Chris opened the clay box. Inside of it was the other part of the broken slate.
Chris took it, then spun around. A Zulu had entered through the window. Chris easily took him out with his stun rod. He picked the shotgun shells the man had dropped. The two agents then headed back the way they'd came.
They dropped into the water, then the brunette agents began sprinting through. Something was different about the waters, though. Like when the man had suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
The agents heard more angry shouts as they ran through the waters. But after reaching their boat, they realized that nothing had changed about the water. That was just their imagination. After hopping aboard, Chris got into the driver's seat, then he started the engine. He turned the boat around, then they took off.
The agents were sailing through the waters. A few minutes later, they reached another board walk with huts that were either attach to it, or on stilts. They got off the boat, then they began venturing through.
The found another clay box, which had a cup hidden inside. After taking it, the agents turned to their left, then began heading in that direction. Suddenly, two Zulu emerged from the water, jumping onto the deck.
The one in front reached for Chris, arms outstretched. Chris managed to grabbed his wrists before he could wrap his arms around his neck. Chris struggled a bit, but he managed to push the man back.
Chris immediately equipped his shotgun. He killed the man in one shot. The other had stumbled back from the shot. The man stumbled into the hut as Chris fired at him again. The man exploded, dropping his weapon.
Meanwhile, two more Zulu appeared, wielding spiky spear-like weapons. Chris spun around, then he and Sheva headed to the left. The Zulu, meanwhile, gave chase.
They turned to the right, then they kept running in that direction, until the agents reached the window of a hut. Chris was the first one to enter. Inside of the place was a box and a vase.
As Chris opened the box, Sheva took out her survival knife, then she slashed the vase, destroying the beautiful pottery. Chris found piece of the slate. He took it, then spun around.
The agents began heading back to the window, when a Zulu appeared on the other side. Chris immediately draw his weapon, then opened fire on him. He blew the man's mask off.
The man was also knocked off his feet. As he lied on the deck, Chris curb stomped him, which killed him, thanks to the super human strength that Chris, for a unknown reason, possesses.
The agents immediately headed back the way they'd came. Surprisingly, they didn't run into the other Zulu. Once they aboarded the boat, Chris got back onto the driver's seat, meanwhile Sheva stood in front of the passenger's seat.
The boat then took off. The brunette agents began sailing through the water again. When they had exit through the maze-like path way, wooden poles came up, blocking them from going through ahead of them. Zulu wielding crossbows appeared.
They stood on the wooden wall ahead of them. "You steer. I shoot." Sheva said, pulling out her sniper rifle. Chris didn't reply. He didn't bother to move the boat as Sheva peered into the scope, took aim, then shoot.
After Sheva took them out, they proceeded forward. Sheva took out the Zulu in the tower. The wooden gate lowered itself into the water afterwards. The agents then proceeded forward as Sheva reloaded her sniper rifle.
The agents headed back to the mass of land with the wooden gate. Once they got there, the agents hurried over to it. Chris took out the three slate pieces, then he placed all the pieces into the door. Suddenly, the door unlocked.
The agents checked their weapons, cared to the other's injury, put their backs to the gate as they silently counted, raising their firearms, then they barged through the gate.
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Author's note: I know, there was some action near the end, but they will be more in the next chapter. Chris' flashback was funny, right? Right? Anyway, if you didn't get the signs by now, then you would be surprise to hear that I'm neutral (okay, a little above neutral) with the Chris x Sheva pairing.
But, despite what has happened to them so far in my story, I might not pair them up. Nor do I think I would pair Chris up with Jill. I haven't decided yet. Heck, there might no pairings when this story finally concludes!
Anyway, after seeing the infected Majini-like Zulu in the real game, it reminded me of the Love Lockdown video.... Yeah, let's move on. Anyway, poor Chris. He was badly injured, humiliated and heartbroken(?), I can't think of the third word right now, that night.
I was inspired by the MTV Movie Awards 2008's Tropic Thunder skit on the parts where Chris gets hit on the head and leg by the pipe wrench and the part where Wesker was bashing 'family jewels' with it. Anyway, go ahead and review and/or add to favorites and story alert if y'all want to. Later!