Resident Evil 5. Resident Evil Five. RE5. REFive. Resident Evil 5. Resident Evil Five. RE5. REFive.
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Berettas raised and nervousness building inside of them like rabbits multiplying during rabbit mating season, the brunette agents took several steps on the platform that overlooked the Assault Bomber.
Ahead of them, leaning on the railings, was none other than Albert Wesker. He was gazing at the aircraft as the agents crept towards him. Chris decided to break the silence. "Your plans are finished, Wesker!" Chris shouted, pointing his weapon at his former captain.
"There's no way out this time!" Sheva added. Wesker let out an sigh. "Don't you two ever tire of failing in your mission?" Wesker asked. None of the brunettes replied.
Wesker reached his gloved hands up, grabbed his sunglasses, then removed them. "You've really become quite an inconvenience for me." Wesker concluded, peering down at his shades with his glowing inhuman eyes.
He looked up, then gazed off into the distance for a moment. The agents stared, wondering what he was planning to do. Suddenly, with quick reflexes, he spun around and threw his shades at them.
The sunglasses twirled around as it flew towards Chris. Chris took a hand off his beretta, then moved the weapon to the side as he raised his other hand to catch the sunglasses.
But the glasses were moving so fast that his eyes couldn't catch up. All he saw was a blur of black and gray. Before Chris knew it, the shades made contact with his bus of a chest. Instantly, the lenses shattered upon impact.
"Ow." Chris said as the plastic that the lenses were made from flew everywhere and the frame fell. Wesker had charged towards Chris after throwing his sunglasses at him.
Wesker stopped running upon seeing his favorite shades break on his former suboridnate's chest. Wesker narrowed his red-colored eyes at Chris before saying, "Idiot, you just broke my brand new shades".
Chris looked down. Some of the pieces of the lenses were on his bulletproof vest while the rest laid on the ground besides the frames, now bended 'cause of the impact they'd received from the fall.
Chris looked back at the blond as Wesker gave him a cold stare. "Where did you get these from, anyway? The ninety nine cent store?" Chris joked. Wesker didn't think that was remotely funny in anyway.
So instead, he hooked Chris on the side of his head. As Chris stumbled back, Wesker quickly spun around, lifted his leg, then kicked the Redfield. The kick caused Chris to lose his balance.
As Chris fell backwards, Sheva took a few steps back, raising her beretta. She turned back to the door that she and her partner had entered through. The door was slightly ajar.
Sheva decided to make a run for it. Lowering her weapon, Sheva began to run towards the door. But she never quite made it. Before she could reach her hand out to grab the knob, Wesker, now behind her, reached out, then grabbed her arm.
Sheva immediately looked back. Wesker then reached his other arm out. As Sheva tried to make him let go of her arm by hitting him with her fist, Wesker's other hand wrapped around her wrist with said fist.
Sheva's eyes widened. Suddenly, Wesker flipped her onto her back. Once her back collided with the cold, metal floor, Sheva opened her mouth to cry out, but no sound came out.
Meanwhile, Wesker, who had let go of her arms, spun around, then reached his gloved into his trench coat pocket. Wesker pulled out another pair of sunglasses that looked identical to the first.
As he placed them on, Chris sat up, raising his beretta. Chris narrowed his beady eyes at the blond as he began firing his weapon. Chris charged at Wesker, trying to shoot him as Wesker dodged the bullets, disappearing and reappearing into sight in different spots.
When will Chris learn that shooting Wesker at hyperspeed will not get you anywhere? Running out of ammunition, Chris decided to try to tackle Wesker. Putting his weapon away, Chris raised his brawny arms as he continued to charge at Wesker. Wesker noticed that Chris was charging towards him with outstretched arms.
Wesker waited 'til Chris was near him before sidestepping. Chris didn't notice that as he continued to charged forward with his arms outstretched. He didn't realize that, until he nearly went off the platform.
Chris stopped running just as he reached the railings. Chris peered over the edge. He looked around for Wesker, not knowing that Wesker was creeping towards him.
Wesker shook his head as he took another step forward. Finally, Chris spun around. His eyes widened when he noticed Wesker. And that's when he realized that Wesker had been behind him.
Wesker quickly raised his hand, then slapped Chris across the face with enough force that it actually stunned him. As Chris stumbled back, dazed, Wesker grabbed his throat, lifted him above his head, then body slammed him.
Chris' mouth gaped upon impact, but no sound escaped from his throat. All the while, Wesker adjusted his sunglasses. Wesker suddenly heard running steps. Turning around, he spotted the African female charged towards him.
Wesker frowned as he stuck out his leg. Sheva didn't notice, until she tried to run over it. Soon enough, Sheva had tripped. As she was falling forward, Wesker, with quick reflexes, especially for a man his age, reached his arms out towards her.
Before she knew it, Sheva had landed in his arms. Sheva had her eyes closed during her short fall. Her eyes immediately opened, knowing that she was no longer falling. Sheva was about to look around, but before she could, Wesker pushed her off of himself.
Sheva's eyes widened as she stumbled back. As she tried to catch her balance, Wesker charged towards her. Once he reached her, Wesker ran around her. Once he was behind her, Wesker wrapped one arm around her neck, while he wrapped the other around her chest.
Sheva immediately began to struggle as she thought, I'm in his grasp again?. As Sheva struggled to free herself from Wesker's grasp, Chris, now on his feet and equipping his beretta, made his way towards them.
"Why are you doing this?" Chris demanded, pointing his weapon at Wesker. "What do you accomplish by releashing Uroboros?" Wesker's hidden eyes blinked. "Every day humans come one step closer to self destruction," he replied.
"I'm not destroying the world, I'm saving it!" Sheva groaned before lifting her arm. She elbowed Wesker's stomach. This caused Wesker to let her go. Chris tried to shoot him, but all he heard from his beretta were clicking sounds.
Chris peered down at his weapon, realizing and remembering that he'd run out of ammo. All the while, Wesker had lunged at him. Wesker used a haymaker on Chris, as Sheva took out her weapon and raised it.
Sheva began shooting as Wesker turned from Chris to her. Wesker raised his hand as she fired. To her surprise, Wesker caught one of her bullets in between his gloved fingers.
Sheva stopped shooting upon seeing that. Wesker smirked before flicking the bullet towards her. Sheva lowered her beretta, then sidestepped the oncoming projectile. As she did that, Wesker lunged at her.
Sheva spun towards him as Wesker raised his arm. He balled his hand into a fist. Sheva raised her arms to block the attack. Before Wesker could throw the punch, he heard clicking.
Spinning around, Wesker threw his fist as he caught sight of Chris. Chris was reloading his beretta before Wesker's fist collided with his face. The punch had enough force behind it to cause him to be thrown back.
Wesker reached his other hand up to adjust his sunglasses, but he heard a whoosh from behind. Wesker immediately spun around. He noticed that Sheva was trying to kick him. Before her high-heeled boot could come in contact with him, Wesker jumped.
Sheva's leg missed the blond entirely. Her eyes widened. Sheva immediately looked up. All she saw was a blur of colors. Before she knew it, her face was hit by Wesker's knee. Sheva immediately fell backwards upon impact.
Wesker stood up as the wind was knocked out of Sheva. Wesker shook his head. Suddenly, he heard the sound of running steps. Wesker sighed before turning around. Chris, with a bloodied nose, was lunging at him with outstretched arms. He was attempting to tackle him again.
Unforunately for him, his next attempt was about to fail. Once Chris reached him, Wesker, with quick reflexes, grabbed Chris' throat. Chris cried out as Wesker lifted him off the ground.
He turned around as Sheva struggled to catch her breath. Wesker knelt down, then wrapped his free hand around Sheva's neck. A few sounds managed to escape from her throat as Wesker stood up, lifting her off the ground.
Wesker glared at both agents he held before shaking his head. To the brunettes' surprise, he threw them over the railings. The agents went flying towards the jet. Gravity took a hold of them and pulled them towards the ground.
Once they collided with the ground, the wind was knock out of Chris, since Sheva had already lost her breath. Pain developed and swell in their backs and chests.
The agents struggled to regain their breathing. The syringe slipped out of Sheva's pocket. The agents coughed as dust that was originally on the floor filled the air. This went on for a moment.
When Sheva finally caught her breath, she spoke as she struggled to pull herself up, saying, "This guy's lost it!". Chris didn't reply as he turned towards the syringe.
Pulling himself up, Chris reached a hand out to grab the syringe. Once he grabbed it, he sat up. "This may be our only chance!" Chris said, looking down at the syringe.
Sheva turned towards him, now sitting up. Her chest was heaving as she asked, "How do you manage to take all of this abuse?". Chris shrugged. "I guess fighting with a strength-enhanced maniac for ten years builds up an tolerance." he replied, standing up.
The agents turned around as Wesker hopped off the platform. He landed besides the jet plane on both feet. His sunglasses reflected the light as he stared at both agents behind the dark shades.
Suddenly, the ceiling of the hangar began to split open, revealing the late night, early morning sky. "Things are really getting interesting now, eh Chrissss?" Wesker spoke.
"Do you actually think you can defeat me?" Chris blinked, taking out, then raising his beretta. "Either way, I'm not gonna stop until I'm dead!" Chris replied. Sheva suddenly began coughing.
Wesker reached into the right pocket of his trench coat. He let out a few chuckles as red lights blared besides him. He pulled out a magnum, then raised the weapon as he continued to speak.
"Well then, I'll just have to kill you quickly," he said, pointing his magnum at Chris. "Sadly, Mister Pipe Wrench couldn't show up today." Sheva placed a hand on her chest as she coughed up blood. She peered down at her bulletproof vest. Her eyes widened when she noticed a stain of crimson liquid on it.
I don't think I'll live to build some type of tolerance, Sheva thought. She coughed up more blood as Chris spun around. He took off running as Wesker spoke. "I'll see you dead!" he called, lowering his weapon.
Chris reached a console with a glass window. Inside of it was a RPG-7 NVG. Chris took out his machete, then slashed the glass. Sheva spun around upon hearing that. She noticed her partner was reaching his hand through the broken window of said console.
Chris grabbed the rocket launcher, then spun around. He held it in both hands as he noticed his partner was taking out a health spray. She gaped her mouth as she raised the spray. She sprayed it into her mouth as Chris spoke. "Sheva, take this!"
Sheva immediately turned towards him upon hearing that. Chris shook the object in both hands. Sheva nodded as she discarded the now empty health spray bottle. She hurried over to him.
Once she reached him, Chris handed Sheva the RPG. Chris whirled around, then took off running. "Chris, I need you to distract him!" Sheva called. Chris nodded as he ran under a spotlight.
He hurried over to a console besides the light fixture as Wesker appeared into the light. He had his back to Chris as he grabbed the handle of the console, then pulled it.
"If we take advantage of the dark, we might actually hit him." Sheva told Chris via ear piece. The light immediately went out upon Chris pulling the lever. "Already on it." he replied.
Chris began sprinting through the dark. He was going to turn off the other spotlight to prevent Wesker from easily finding them. Wesker had left by the time Chris shut off the first light.
Chris finally reached the second spotlight. There was a wooden crate in the light. As he made his way towards it, taking out his machete, Wesker said, "There's no point in hiding".
Once he reached the crate, Chris slashed it. Inside of the now broken crate was a warhead, the ammo used in the RPGs. He picked it up, pocketed it, then went over to the other side of the light. Besides the light was its operating console.
Besides the console was a ladder. Once Chris reached the console, he grabbed the lever, then pulled it. By this time, Sheva had caught up with him. She was no longer coughing up blood, thanks to the health spray she'd used.
Upon the lever being pulled, the spotlight went out. Chris spun around. His beady eyes widened when he noticed that another spot a few feet away was on. Chris hurried over to it. Sheva followed, holding the rocket launcher in both hands.
The console was located on the right side of the spotlight. Said spotlight was on the agents' left. Ahead of the console was a metal gate. Chris went over to the console while Wesker was doing who-knows-what elsewhere.
Well, Sheva knew, since she heard thudding coming from behind. Sheva spun around, then her eyes widened she noticed that Wesker was stalking towards her. Meanwhile, Chris reached the console, then pulled its lever. The light immediately went out.
Chris spun around, taking out his Hydra shotgun. Chris noticed that Wesker was several feet away. By this time, his partner stood besides him. Chris raised his weapon, then took aim on the blond as he stalked towards them.
Chris fired. Instantly, Wesker dodged the bullet. Chris immediately took aim again, then fired. Again, Wesker dodged the bullet. Chris repeatedly blinked, knowing none of his shots had gotten Wesker.
Wesker, meanwhile, picked up his speed. He went the rest of the way to the brunettes. Before Wesker could do anything, Chris, with his shotgun pointing at the older man's head, fired.
Wesker instantly ducked. Chris took a few steps back as Wesker tried to slide kick him. To the fourty eight year old's surprise, he missed the thirty five year old. All the while, the twenty three year old had raised the RPG and was pointing it at him.
As Wesker stood up, Sheva fired. Wesker spun around as he heard the sound of a rocket launching out of a RPG's chamber. With quick reflexes, Wesker caught the rocket with both gloved hands.
The thrust from said rocket was trying to make it go forward, despite being held in between the hands of a super human. Wesker grunted as he held the rocket, staring at it with hidden inhuman eyes.
"Shoot him!" Sheva cried, backing up. Chris raised his shotgun, then took aim on the rocket in between his former captain's hands. "Don't you mean, 'shoot the rocket'?" Chris asked before firing.
Instantly, the bullet caused the rocket to explode on impact. Wesker was swallowed in the bright orangish-white explosion. The explosion caused some of his leather coat to burn off and it also stunned the man.
The agents had shielded their heads with their arms when the rocket had exploded. As smoke filled the air, Wesker dropped onto his knees, stunned from the explosion.
Chris and Sheva hurried over to him. Once reaching him, Chris wrapped his arms around Wesker, then sat him up. "Do it now! Give him the shot!" Chris shouted.
Sheva immediately began looking in her pockets for the syringe of sedative. Little did she know that Chris had it. Sheva spun around when she heard a loud Thud. Her eyes widened when she noticed that Chris was lying on his back.
Wesker had flipped him. Chris shook off the pain as Wesker hurried away. Chris stood up as Sheva went over to him. Once Chris was back on his feet, the agents ran over to the ladder near the first spotlight he'd turned off.
Sheva took a quick glance over her shoulder as she and Chris made their way towards the ladder. Once reaching it, Sheva turned back around, then she began ascending up as Chris was already climbing.
Once he reached the top, Wesker spoke. "Has it never occurred to you that this planet is overpopulated?" Wesker asked. "Only a handful of humans truly matter. Everyone else is just so much chaff."
By this time, the agents had climbed a ladder on the platform that lead to a higher platform. As the agents were running along the platform, Wesker continued to speak.
"So now I have to seperate this chaff from the wheat." he continued. Chris and Sheva reached a console that had five warheads in it. Chris was considering getting one for Sheva's rocket launcher, when he remembered the one he'd picked up eariler.
Taking it out, Wesker said, "And with Uroboros, I can finally accomplish this!". By this time, Chris had loaded the warhead into Sheva's RPG. After finishing that, Chris whirled around.
He took off running as Sheva adjusted the weapon in her hands. Once she had finished that, Sheva followed. Chris reached the platform's end. There was a ladder there that lead towards the lower platform.
Chris hopped off. As he landed on the lower platform, Wesker, now looking in his direction, smirked as he noticed him. There was a spotlight besides the brunette male. "Ah... there you are," Wesker said.
Chris didn't reply as he stood up. He hurried over to the platform's edge, then hopped off. By this time, Sheva was on the platform that he'd been on. Sheva sighed as she stood up after landing on both feet.
Meanwhile, Chris was on the dirty runway. He turned towards the right. Ahead of him was the Assault Bomber. Chris began running towards it as Wesker emerged from the shadows besides him.
Chris stopped running and whirled around as he heard a whoosh. Chris backed away as the blond glared at him behind the dark shades. By this time, Sheva had caught up with them.
Chris continued to back away from the taller man as began stalking towards him. Chris spun around, then signaled to his partner to go forward. Sheva nodded, then took off. Chris followed, not so far behind. Wesker gave chase, picking up his speed.
The agents stopped running when they had entered the shadows. Wesker immediately stopped walking as he realized that he could no longer see the BSAA operatives. "There's no point in hiding," Wesker said, looking around.
All the while, Chris had raised his Hydra shotgun. Wesker turned around, still looking for them, having trouble, since he was wearing sunglasses and the area around him was dark. Who wears sunglasses in the dark?
Chris crept up to him as Wesker let out an sigh of annoyance. He didn't feel like playing Hide-and-Seek with his former suboridnate and his partner. Chris stopped walking, then raised his weapon as Wesker shook his head.
Chris took aim, readying himself to fire, but Sheva called out, saying, "Wait! Let me take care of him". Chris turned his head upon hearing that. He noticed Sheva was coming towards him, raising her weapon.
As Chris lowered his shotgun, Wesker had turned towards their direction. He, too heard Sheva spoke. "Ah... there you are." he said. Chris turned back to him, then backed up.
Meanwhile, Sheva stood in the spot where Chris was, raising the RPG. As she peered into the weapon's scope, Wesker began stalking towards her. Before he could reach her, Sheva fired.
The rocket emerged from the chamber. It flew towards the blond as Wesker stared at it with his hidden eyes. With quick reflexes, Wesker caught the rocket with both gloved hands.
The thrust from said rocket was trying to make it go forward, despite being held in between the hands of a super human. Wesker grunted as he held the rocket.
"Shoot him!" Sheva cried, backing up again. Chris, now standing besides her, raised his shotgun, then took aim on the rocket in between his former captain's hands. Chris immediately fired.
Instantly, the bullet caused the rocket to explode on impact. Wesker was swallowed in the black, red and orangish-white explosion. The explosion caused more parts of his leather coat to burn off and it also stunned him.
The agents had shielded their heads with their arms when the rocket had exploded. As smoke filled the air, Wesker dropped onto his knees, stunned from the explosion.
Chris and Sheva hurried over to him. Once reaching him, Sheva wrapped his arms around Wesker, then sat him up. "Do it now! Give him the shot!" Sheva shouted.
Chris nodded as he pulled out the syringe. As Wesker struggled to free himself from the African's grasp, the American raised the syringe, then stabbed the area below his neck with it. Wesker let out a groan as some of the substance made its way into his body through the needle.
Chris pulled the needle out, thinking that there was enough sedative in that dose to affect Wesker's performance. Chris took a few steps back, holding the blood-covered needle syringe in one hand.
Wesker stumbled back, letting out cries of pain. Sheva moved closer to Chris as they watched Wesker placed a gloved hand on the area where the needle had penetrated his flesh.
Once the pain had ceased, Wesker dropped onto on a knee. He panted as Sheva took a step forward. "Did it work?" she asked. Chris shrugged. "I think so," Chris replied. "At least, I hope so."
Wesker stood up as pain appeared in his head. He turned towards the agents as his vision began to blur. The pain began to swell. Wesker let out an cry of pain as he grabbed his head with both hands.
He dropped onto both knees, still holding his head. He continued to cry as the agents watched. Finally, after doing that for a moment, the pain subsided. Wesker removed his sunglasses as he looked up at the brunettes.
To him, they appeared to be blurred, covered in a orange hue. Wesker narrowed his glowing inhuman eyes at them as a vein appeared in his right cheek.
He threw his shades aside as he stood up. He glared at them as he took a stumbling step back. "This isn't over, Chrissss!" he cried. He spun around, then took off, heading towards his jet.
Chris and Sheva began to give chase as he ran. Suddenly, he leapt off the ground. He was fifteen in the air. The agents stopped running as Wesker landed on the two, big, green crates that were in front of the jet.
Wesker then leapt off the crates. "Sheva, he's getting away, hurry!" Chris urged. The agents were about to resume running. Little did they know that Wesker had half-leapt off the crates, until he came in contact with the Assault Bomber.
Yes, Wesker plowed right into the tail of the jet. The sedative was starting to kick in. The agents didn't expect that to happen as their jog stopped before it even started.
The agents watched as Wesker fell backwards. Once his back collided with the platform, Chris turned back to Sheva. He nodded his head, signaling for her to go over to Wesker. Which she did. Chris followed.
As they hurried over to the jet, to their surprise, Wesker stood up. He rubbed his face as he heard thudding. Whirling around, he noticed that the agents were charging towards him.
Wesker blinked, then turned around. He then leapt off the ground. Wesker landed on the top of the plane. He ran over to the window in the front as the agents resumed running.
He punched the window in, then hopped inside. Wesker immediately set the plane on auto pilot as the brunettes hurried over to the plane. Sheva and Chris' eyes widened as the plane was powered on. The jet turned around as the brunettes hurried over to it.
Its engine blasted on as the agents scurried up the steps that was connected to the platform that the plane's on. Thrust emerged from the plane's rear as it began moving forward.
Chris looked back as he ran. He noticed the sweat beading down his partner's face and neck. Sheva was behind him, showing signs of exhaustion. Chris also had sweat beading down his face as he turned back to the plane.
For some dumb reason, the back of the plane was open. All the agents had to do was to run on the ramp, which was actually the rear's door, to get inside of the jet.
Chris reached the ramp first. His beady eyes widened when he noticed that the ramp was lifiting. He jumped up. Chris managed to grabbed it with his hulk-like hand. As he tightened his grip on the ramp, the part that he was holding bended a bit, thanks to little too much strength Chris was putting into his hand.
Chris grabbed the ramp with his other hand, then pulled himself onto it. Once he was on it, Chris turned back to his partner. He noticed that Sheva was having trouble getting to the ramp, since she was tired (and out of shape?).
Chris stretched one arm out towards her, while the other laid under him. "Sheva! Come on!" Chris called. Sheva shook her head as she ran. Perspiration beaded down her forehead as she panted.
"Come on, grab on!" Chris called again. Sheva was closer to the ramp, but she didn't know how much longer she could keep running before she finally collapses.
Sheva shook her head again. "I...I can't!" she replied, out of breath. Chris narrowed his beady eyes at her as he reached behind him. He took the Hydra shotgun off his back as Sheva continued to run towards him.
Chris raised his weapon, holding it in his left hand, then pointed it at her. "You better get your ass over here before I shoot you! Haul ass!" Chris commanded. This, for some reason, made Sheva picked up her speed. Soon, she reached him.
Chris grabbed her wrist with his huge hand. He tightened his grip on her wrist as he pulled her onto the ramp with him. He tightened his grip a bit too much. Sheva cried out as she felt pain in her wrist.
He pulled her onto the ramp, then the agents backed up into the doorway as the ramp-like door finally closed. Chris had put his shotgun back on his back as Sheva loudly panted, wiping her forehead with her arm. All the while, the plane took off.
As the plane flew through the air, Sheva finally caught her breath. She spun around, narrowing her eyes at her partner. Chris ignored her glare as he wiped sweat off his brows.
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"It seems I may of underestimated you, Chrisss." Wesker said. Chris turned his head towards the ceiling as he lowered his beretta. "Save it, Wesker! There's no one left to help you!" Chris replied.
Wesker knelt down besides one of the Assault Bomber's doors. He held the panel in one hand as he turned his head towards Chris and Sheva. "I'm over here, Chrisss," Wesker said.
Chris immediately turned his head towards the direction where he'd heard Wesker. Sure enough, Wesker was several feet ahead of him. Chris repeatedly blinked, wondering why he didn't see him there before. "I don't need anyone else," Wesker told him. He stood up, then punched the door, creating a dent in it.
The BSAA operatives raised their ghost-like berettas, then pointed them at the older man. "I have the Uroboros," Wesker continued. "So less than five minutes we'll reach the optimal alpitude for missile deployment."
Wesker let out an pant. "Uroboros will be released into the atmostphere, ensuring complete global saturation." Wesker concluded. He panted a few more times as he stared at both agents.
Suddenly, Wesker lunged at them with his arm extended out in front of him. He was planning to impale either one of them. Forunately for the brunettes, they managed to dodge his attack. Sheva raised her beretta, then immediately pointed it at Wesker.
Wesker, meanwhile, went after Chris. Wesker grabbed Chris' wrist with both hands, raising the brunette's brawny arm. Wesker lifted his foot, then kicked the bottom of Chris' chin.
Saliva projected out of Chris' mouth and sweat projected off his face as his head lifted from the kick he'd received. Suddenly, Wesker's foot turned into a hand. Wait, didn't he grabbed Chris' wrist with both hands?
Wesker, still holding Chris' wrist with one hand now, spun him around. As Chris spun, Wesker lifted his leg, then kicked him. The kick sent Chris flying. Once he hit the ground, Chris went rolling.
As the momentum kept the Redfield rolling, Wesker spun around, taking out his magnum. He pointed it in Sheva's direction. Wesker began firing as Sheva ran with her back hunched, trying to make herself a less easy target for Wesker to hit.
She jumped behind a skinny pole, which didn't provide her much cover. Wesker continued to shoot at her, missing horribly since his hand-and-eye coordination was off. He dcided to speak as he continued to waste ammunition. "Your feeble... attempts only... delay the... inevitable," Wesker said in between pants.
Chris was knelt down, raising his beretta. He pointed his weapon at Wesker, then fired. Wesker, now moving slower, managed to dodge every bullet Chris was shooting at him. "The entire... world... will be... infected." Wesker continued, though, he was feeling drowsy.
Chris' markman ranks either lied about his skill or Chris was tired. It was most likely the latter. Wesker stopped firing his magnum at Sheva. He moved his weapon towards Chris as he reached him. He pointed it at Chris' forehead as he stared down at him with his inhuman eyes.
"A new Genius... uh... Jean-uh-sus... um...." Wesker trailed off, forgetting what he wanted to tell his former suboridnate. Chris blinked. "Do you mean 'Genesis'?" Chris suggested, despite having Wesker's magnum pointing at his head.
Wesker nodded as sweat streamed down his forehead. "Yeah, that's it." Wesker replied. Sheva finally moved from her spot. She wiped sweat off her cheek as she watched her partner and his former captain. Sheva decided to do something as Wesker began to speak again.
"As I was saying. A new Genesis is at hand... and I will be... the creator." Wesker said. Chris didn't reply. Suddenly, both of them heard running steps. Chris shifted his deep blue eyes from the blond to his right.
He saw Sheva charging towards them. Mysterious wind blew her hair as she ran towards them. Wesker slowly turned his head as Sheva groaned. Wesker waited 'til she was close enough before he sidestepped.
Sheva extended her arms in front of her as she ran pass Wesker. Sheva didn't notice that, until she plowed right into Chris. The agent fell backwards. Sheva was on top of Chris as he fell.
As they lied on the floor, Wesker flipped backwards. He flipped high enough that he could reach his hands up and grab the ceiling. Which he did. His leather gloves covered hands stuck to the ceiling as he placed his knees on it.
He looked down at them, his hair still intact even when he's upside down. Wesker hissed as if he was a house cat. Chris looked up as he heard the hissing. Sheva was lying on him, sweat beaded down her face as she had her head on his chest.
Chris, as much he would enjoy a moment like this, decided to push her off and take out his weapon. Which he did. Chris pulled himself to a crouching postion, pointing his beretta at Wesker, then fired the last bullet into the taller man.
The bullet penetrated his side as Wesker crawled on the ceiling. Chris was about to fire again, but he realized that he was out of ammo. As Chris checked his utility belt for more ammunition for his ghastly-appearance beretta, Wesker dropped off the ceiling.
Wesker was planning to drop off the ceiling and immediately attack Chris, but his aiming was off. Instead doing what he originally planned, Wesker collapsed onto the ground besides the area where Sheva was. Sheva had stood up and moved after Chris pushed her off.
Sheva took out her survival knife as Wesker let out a moan. Chris stared down at him as he reloaded his weapon. Sheva also stared at Wesker's collasped form. Both brunettes shook their heads in unison.
Suddenly, Wesker moved his leg. He slide kicked Chris, since he was the closest one to him. Chris tripped. As he fell, Wesker immediately stood up. Perspiration beaded down his face as he panted.
Sheva decided to attack. She swung her arm at Wesker, which held her knife. Wesker lifted his arm to block the attack. Sheva got his arm with her survival knife. Wesker narrowed his glowing eyes at her as Sheva tried to dig the blade deeper into his forearm.
Wesker cocked his head to the side, glaring at her for a moment. Suddenly, with quick reflexes, Wesker extended his other arm towards her. Wesker grabbed her throat, causing her to pull the knife out of his left.
Sheva grabbed his hand with both of hers as she gritted her teeth, her eyes closed. Sheva struggled to pull his hand off her throat as Wesker glared at her with his inhuman eyes.
Suddenly, Wesker's grip loosened. That gave Sheva the chance to pull his hand off her throat. When she did, Sheva, still holding his wrist, jumped onto his arm with said wrist. She wrapped her legs around his arm, then flipped him onto his back.
Wait, so Sheva has super-human strength, too? Chris hurried over to them, taking out the syringe filled with the Sedative. Once he reached them, Chris wrapped one arm around Wesker neck, then pulled him up as he held the syringe in his other hand.
"I had enough of your bullshit!" Chris cried. Immediately, he injected the side of Wesker's neck with the last of the Sedative. Chris let go of Wesker as pain reoccurred in his head. Wesker was bent over, panting as Chris continued to speak.
"You're just another one of Umbrella's leftovers." Sheva, now back on her feet, stared with wide eyes. "Chris, you idiot! One dose was enough!" Sheva cried. Chris, standing back up, turned towards her upon hearing that.
"No it wasn't. He still managed to dodge my shots as he was trying to shoot you." Chris replied. Sheva blinked. That's because you can't aim! Sheva thought. Chris began looking around as a robotic voice spoke.
Chris noticed a lever several feet away. Chris came up with an idea. He turned back to his partner. "Alright, I'll go for the override lever. Cover me!" Chris commanded. Sheva nodded.
All the while, Wesker got back on his feet. As the agents ran towards the lever, Wesker grunted, then gave chase. Sheva stopped running upon hearing that. She spun around, taking out her beretta. She pointed at the oncoming male as perspiration continued to stream down her face and neck.
Sheva began firing as Wesker extended his arms out towards her. He immediately jumped onto the ceiling as she shot at him. Wesker jumped from side to side as she fired. Finally, Sheva ran out of ammunition.
As She checked her pockets for any spare handgun ammo, Wesker decided to go after slow running Chris. Chris finally reached the lever. As he wrapped his Hulk-like hand around it, Wesker reached him.
Wesker dropped off the ceiling as Chris pulled the lever. Wesker landed on Chris as the lights went out. Suddenly, its emergency doorway opened, letting cool early morning air into the plane.
Plus the air began pulling onto them, trying to suck the two humans and the B.O.W out of the plane. "You'll pay.. for... that!" Wesker cried, panting once again as he stood up.
Chris began dragging himself towards the nearest pole as Wesker glared at him. Red lights blared, alerting that one of its doors was opened during flight as the robotic voice was giving them a warning about that.
Suddenly, Wesker began sliding towards the opened doorway. He reached his hands out to grab something to prevent himself from being sucked out of the jet.
Sheva was holding on to a pole closest to the opening doorway. She had to hold on with all of her strength in order for her to stay on the jet. Wesker hit the ground, bounced off, then his back collided with the pole that Sheva was holding.
He fell off the pole, then he began sliding pass Sheva. Wesker turned his head towards her, extended out his arm, then he managed to grab her ankle.
Sheva grunted as she felt his gloved hand on her ankle. Sheva tried to shake his hand free, but that only caused the weaken Albert to tightened his grip. All the while, the jet began to fall out of the sky.
It nose dived through the layers of the atmostphere, going lower and lower. Sheva's grip on the pole loosened as she tried to shake Wesker from her ankle. Sheva looked back at the pole as her fingernails scraped it.
To her horror, she chipped some of her nails. Goddammit, Wesker! You made me break my nails, Sheva thought, staring at her fingernails while shaking her leg. If I managed to get out of here alive, I was going to get a manicure.
Chris watched, holding onto another pole as Sheva continued to shake her leg as Wesker held onto it. Sheva turned her head towards Chris. She frowned as she stared at her partner.
Chris immediately had a thought. A thought of Jill when she decided to sacrifice herself to save Chris from Wesker's grasp two years earlier. Chris had the feeling that Sheva was going to do the same.
Last time, Chris was unable to stop his partner from doing that. This time, however, he wasn't going to let that happen. Chris couldn't bear to live with himself if he lets another partner of his kill themselves for him.
His beady eyes widened when he shouted, "No!!". Apparently, Sheva wasn't planning on letting go. In fact, the only reason she did 'cause Chris' shout had startled her. Sheva was too caught up in her chipped nails to think about doing something like that.
Chris charged after them as Sheva's mouth gaped. She was going to scream, but no sound escaped from her throat. Chris grabbed the pole that Sheva held with one hand, while he extended his other arm towards Sheva.
He managed to grab Sheva's wrist as he tightened his grip on the pole. Sheva stared at Chris with wide eyes for a moment before Wesker tried to tighten his grip on her ankle. She turned to look at him as he narrowed his eyes at her.
The Assault Bomber was heading straight into a volcano. The volcano appeared that it had some recent activity or it was going to erupt anyday now. "I'm taking you two with me." Wesker cried.
Sheva took her empty beretta out of its holster. Apparently, she had no more ammo for it. Sheva raised her arm as she glared at Wesker. "Like the hell you will!" Sheva shouted.
She threw her weapon at Wesker's head. When the gun collided with Wesker head, he let go of her ankle. Wesker cried out as he and Sheva's ghost-appearance handgun were sucked right of the plane.
The jet, meanwhile, crashed into the lava. Half of it was submerged in the fiery liquid as the momentum kept it going forward. When the momentum ceased, smoke rose from the wrecked aircraft.
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Author's note: So for the long delayed. Anyway, I figured that I was making the chapter too long, so I decided to put the final part of Wesker's boss battle and the ending in the next chapter. So one more chapter to go before this story actually concludes. Anyway, review and later!