Ok so here is chapter three, hopefully it's getting better as the story progresses.

Disclaimer: Don't own anything but Zhane Parker and the plot. The rest goes to Capcom

Warnings: well as the others yaoi in chapters to come swearing, slight spoilers I think, not quite sure but just be warned I don't want to have someone get upset because I didn't say anything or what ever.

So on with the story.

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Searing ice cold pain is now coursing through my veins, and I can't do a freaking thing about it. Why because I can't move a muscle or speak, that bastard.

He keeps smirking at me every once in awhile but mostly just keeps messing with certain things and writing. He hasn't done anything to me just yet, probably waiting for that clear stuff to kick in, I'DE FREAKING TELL YOU IT'S WORKING BUT I CAN'T.

"Ah, I think we're ready to begin now."

'I can hardly wait.' He gets off the stool and heads to one of the cabinets to my far right, I'm only able to follow him with my eyes but he happens to be in my blind spot at the very moment.

"Where is it, where is it? Come on, oh here we are!"

I can hear him moving things around and muttering to himself and for some reason my heart sort of drops, you know the feeling. When you're at the highest point of a roller coaster and there's those few seconds before it starts plummeting down and then your heart drops to the pit of your stomach. That would be my feeling at this point.

He walks back over to me and dangles a blue vial in front of my face. That feeling was right, this stuff looks slightly familiar.

"This along with the green serum should do the trick of course I won't fully know until we test it"

My eyes widen so huge they probably resemble those tea cup plates right about now. He just laughs at my dilemma.

"You should know, this really isn't my fault"

I make somewhat of grunting noise.

"Well what I should say is that I wouldn't be doing any of this if it wasn't for Wesker. "

Of freaking course it's his fault. Damn you Wesker first you betray S.T.A.R.S and now I'm strapped to table by some insane doctor who lets not forget worked for Umbrella and going by these vials probably worked on the very serum that messed all those people up. Great job captain.

"I want to know how he got to be the way he is. How he did it"

Umm my guess is that he was always a backstabbing prick and was great at playing people-,

'And with people' My sarcastic side doesn't really like me.

-and most likely practiced in front of mirror so that he wouldn't mess up, or he's just that good and didn't need to practice.

"You're his subordinate aren't you? You could very well tell me where he is a- oh oops I forgot your unable to at the time. Oh I'm sorry."

I roll my eyes, and even if I could talk it still wouldn't matter because I have no freaking clue where he is and I want to keep it that way. But damnit if I did know where he was I'd freaking kill him.

"You know your eyes show absolute hatred, and I don't think it's all directed at me. "

Well I guess you'll never know now because I can't tell you and when I'm—if I'm finally able to tell you I'll probably have forgotten by then.

"Well time is wasting."

With that he turns around carrying the syringe filled with the green liquid and the blue vial to a table a couple feet away from me. I can slightly turn my head either way, but looking at him from this angle is giving me a headache and I have to shut my eyes while readjusting- very slowly I might add- to my original position.

I hear him messing around with machinery; my guess would have to be that he is mixing them. Right on the nose! He turns around a few minutes later with a different syringe filled with –the name sounds like water or something…. What was it OH! Aqua, that's the new color.

Great I solved that little dilemma now if only I could get off of this thing I'd show him how much hatred I have for him. And then my logical side which doesn't speak up all that much reminds me about the several or so snipers that he had aimed at my head.

"Now this won't hurt a bit"

By the Cheshire grin on his face I knew he had lied heck I'd know he was lying with out that grin.

I'm still trying to gain control over my body again the only problem is that the more I struggle the sharper the pain gets and my body refuses to continue. My headache gets a lot worse as well, so I think I'll just stop before I blackout.

He's getting closer with the hand the syringe is in extended towards my neck and his thumb on the end of it. I tried to delay him by turning my head slightly; he only clicks his tongue and sighs. After he places his hand firmly on my forehead and jerks my head completely to the left. My eyes widened as I saw stars of hot-ice I don't even know anymore- pain. And that was only because he jerked my head; I don't feel the prick of the syringe but all of sudden worse pain starts rupturing through my body.

Agonizing, I don't know how but I managed to arch off the table only to be met with biting ice and then burning fire. I couldn't tell if I was going to freeze to death or burn from the inside out. Flashes, memories started appearing of me and Claire at the beach, on the swings, walking home together from school. I'm going to freaking die here. There's nothing heroic about your death either.

"Oh pity I was so hoping it would this time, you see I had looked you up and read over your medical file and I had a very good feeling that this new batch would be able to work well with your DNA, It appears I was mistaken. But Science is nothing without trial and error."

Tears uncontrollable to me start to stream down my face and every once in awhile my body arches up again and the pain is only intensified, on the bright side I'm able to make more audible sounds which mostly means I'm grunting and emitting muffled screams of anger, pain and hatred.

"Well I'm quite busy so I'll just have to return; maybe you'll surprise me and beat the odds."

And he's gone I'm still glaring at his back even as a haze of black starts to fade into my sight.

"I Fu-ahhh…-king … P-p-promise y-you ahh" I can't hold on anymore, I try but I just can't. I'm fading into the dark, no freaking kidding; it's so peaceful well kind of. The pain is a lot less intense and it kind of feels like I'm floating, I think I'll just rest my eyes for a little bit, you know regain my strength I'll beat this, him, everything I'll beat it all.

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"So, was it a success?"

Zhane glances up from his clip board

"I don't know yet, maybe"

"What do you mean maybe, either it worked or it didn't?"

"Listen Excella it takes time alright. His body has to adjust to it, and then we have to wait to see how much his body is going to try and fight the serum from taking a hold of his DNA and. Rome wasn't built in a day."

Zhane mutters the last part as he turns to walk in the other direction down the long hallway.

"I'm ready for some much needed sleep."

He mumbles to himself.

"But you've been at this for almost a year! I thought you said you had it this time."

"Listen, don't question me alright? I know what I'm doing you don't, but if you still think you can do it better try it on someone else."

She opens her mouth then shuts it and glares slightly as she rests her hands on her hips she turns and saunters down the hallway towards the break room. Zhane sighs with an eye roll and then proceeds to his bunk.

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"Chris…. Chr-is come on sleepy head it's time to wake up"

"Mom, is that you? You're supposed to be dead, did I die?"

"No silly, of course not, you're still very much alive. You are too stubborn to go out this way, no dear this is the in Between."

"In between what?"

I try to sit up, move anything but I can't. I don't really see anything either except there does seem to be a dim light farther down.

"Chris don't give up, sweetie I'm so proud of you, of all that you've accomplished. Keep fighting honey."

"Mom, where are you, I can't see you. It's to hard the pain, its overwhelming can't you help me?"

"Sweetie you don't need my help, but I'm always watching over you. I love you Christopher tell Claire that I love her too."

Her voice starts to slowly fade as she's talking.

"Wait! Mom, come back. Don't leave. MOTHER!"

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My eyes snap open and the pain has subsided quite a bit. I try to move my arms and slowly I can feel them flex, next my wrist, fingers. Onto my shoulders, neck, and head all seem to working better now. My legs not so much but I can feel those muscles flex as well, even my toes.

I give a weak smile and lift my head up as far as I can to get a better view, not much better though. At least things are starting to look a tad better for me. I lay my head back down again and close my eyes as relief- though short lived- covers me.

"If only I could move my legs." Argh.

If I listen closely I'm able to hear the distant foot steps of someone walking, they are getting closer and closer until they stop at the door. A few beeps can be heard outside meaning that the door has some type of coded lock. Great. It's that kid doctor from earlier the one who put me through all this hell. And with that thought a whole thing of rage-like a fire has just sprung up and some one keeps giving it fuel- inside of me.

I start clenching my fists and try even harder to get my legs moving again and- did I just growl, no I'm still growling this of course has caught his attention. He slowly turns on the spot with his head tilted to the side and looks at me.

My body of its own accord tries to leap at him struggling harder against these restraints getting angrier by the minute.

And then he smiles. What? That sudden reaction causes me to still my attempts of freeing myself and attacking. This is all he needs as he pulls out another syringe from his pocket.

"NO." I growled

"What are going to purr if he pets you on top of the head too?"

"What?"

"I said no. No more freaking shots, no more of this. I want out right now."

"It's amazing that you're still alive, did you know that you've been out three days?"

"What?"

"Three whole days, I was actually starting to get worried you were going to break your promise."

The anger is still boiling but I've gotten better control of it. I don't want to give him any reason to come closer until I'm ready.

"What promise, what are you talking about, look all I want is to get out of here and back home. I'm starving, tired and very pissed."

My leg twitches a little. Crap did he see it? If he did he hasn't done anything about it.

"Before I left, you managed to ground out 'I fucking promise you' if I recall correctly. And as for the other problems the first two I can fix, and with that maybe you won't be as angry."

As an after thought he adds.

"I'm really quite glad that you beat the odds Mr. Redfield."

For some reason I knew he was being sincere on that last part.

"Great, can I get off of here now?"

His smile is gone and replaced by a thin line and a raised eyebrow.

"Oh, yeah sure let me get these off of you and then you can beat the crap out of me. No I don't think so Red."

I grimace at the shortened name, "You deserve it, but I promise I won't kill you. And you know I'm good for it because I promised to live and I did."

'That's right fight him with logic'

"You're joking right? Do you really think I'm going to fall for that? Sure you won't kill me but you would still probably attack me until I almost died while still keeping your promise."

I gave a half-smile, damn he's right.

"Look just behave and I'll see about getting you some better accommodations, alright?"

I just nod and look away, nothing else I really can do at this point.

Satisfied with my answer he nods as well and then and turns back around facing the cabinets and digging through them like he had been earlier only this time he pulls out some pills. He lifts the bottle and reads the name nodding to himself he opens the bottle and pours out three medium-about two M&Ms lined up-sized pills. Pops the cap back on the bottle and then walks back towards me.

This is my chance just wait till he gets closer, and then he's going to feel a lot less happy that I lived. But I can't at the last minute my body freezes of its own accord and I can't go through with it.

What the heck?

'Listen buddy, his intentions aren't to harm us at the time being, so just play along nicely and do as the good Dr. said. Behave.'

Whoa, what the heck was that? Who said that? What the heck as he done to me? I glare up at him in sudden anger but my body won't react the way I want it to. I feel as if I'm struggling with some one or something- it's holding me preventing me from kicking out or thrashing against my holdings.

"What's wrong, I wasn't aware you were bi-polar, you were fine a few seconds ago."

I smirk but it's not me I'm not doing that something else is, something else is controlling my body.

"Nothing Dr. it's all good, peachy even."

He just quirks an eyebrow, and gives me that I-don't-believe-you-but-don't-care-enough-to-push-it look.

"How'd you know I was a doctor?"

"You said earlier that you had worked with Umbrella, I just assumed then that that meant you were a doctor"

That sounded a lot like my sarcastic inner voice only I didn't say that inside- I didn't say it at all.

"Right, well then here take these it'll help with the pain."

He holds them over my mouth and I open willingly and dry swallow all three.

"I'll bring back something to eat."

And he's gone, great now I'm left to contemplate on what just happened and how this most likely has something to do with whatever I was injected with.

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Authors note: this takes place a little bit before he goes to Africa thus why Excella is here. I had not originally intended for her to be in the story but it just came to me and hopefully does not screw up my plot to much.

Alright that's the end of chapter three; I seem to be getting these out really fast, which is no problem to me, but do they seemed rushed? I mean I don't think they are. Hopefully there getting better as I write more.

Reviews help but aren't really required though they do make me happy in knowing that ya like my story.