Chapter 11

"I expected more of a challenge after all this time, Chris. How disappointing." Jill watched from the shadows; lurking. She had become something that she hated; and now she realized Wesker's purpose. Screaming inwardly, Jill fought for control over her body. Wesker became distracted, however, as his infernal cell phone blipped in his pocket. Her eyes darted towards the movement, before returning to her quarry.

She wanted to reach out and touch his face, let him hold her in those overly big arms of his; god, but she didn't remember him being so damn huge! Chris and Sheva, his new partner, raced up the staircase, and she felt her body silently slip from the balcony, her feet making no sound as she stalked around behind the pair of B.S.A.A. Officers. Her whole being tried to vocalize a warning, her lips parted, but no sound was issued. Jill took heart in that small gesture; anything was a victory under these overwhelming odds.

"Wesker! Stop!" Both agents had their guns pointed at Wesker; in direct violation of her main objective; well, the programmed objectives, anyway. Her feet suddenly were flying under her, and Jill felt dizzy as her heels lifted off the ground; Sheva's reflexes were quick, but unfortunately not quick enough. Her sidearm went flying, and even as Jill struggled against the hold that the serum had on her, her body, of seemingly it's own directive, completed a three-sixty roundhouse kick to Sheva's face that even Chuck Norris would have been proud of. Before Jill could really have time to think further, her hands were grabbing Chris' wrist, twisting it.

Her fist slammed into his jaw, knocking him slightly backwards, and auto-pilot Jill did a back flip, never releasing her grip on Chris' forearm; he hit the dirt and then Jill was making him cry out in pain as she cruelly pulled his arm back, feeling the bone strain against dislocation, her knee crushing his larynx. Chris' breathing was labored, and she felt her heart breaking; this was worse than any of the things Wesker had forced her to do.

"Jill! Come on, it's me! Chris!! Snap out of it!!!" Jill was dying on the inside; her small hope from moments before vanishing. If she couldn't stop herself from hurting Chris, her partner, her one-time lover; then she was gone. The lights still on, but no one home; well, maybe a shadow or two.

Wesker was looking down on the whole scene, a quiet smirk on his face, before he spoke.

"Nice move, Chris. But now that your...partner has arrived, I'll leave you two to...catch up." Jill's despised ex-captain turns to leave, and she is suddenly filled with black rage at the cries of pain coming from Chris. Still, his arm resists breaking, and he stubbornly refused to give up on her.

"Come on, Jill!!! Get yourself together; WAKE UP!" Chris' face is a mask of pain. "JILL VALENTINE!!!!!!" Jill fought harder against the drugs running in her veins; if he wouldn't give up, then neither would she, damn it!

Her body felt like rubber as she forced her fingers to release, willed her leg to let up on Chris' windpipe; of a sudden, she was away from him, shaking her head of her own will; a tug-of-war with her own body. The effort was costing her greatly, her limbs trembled from the exertion. Sweat beaded her forehead and she tried to scream out to her old partner; 'Run! Get away!'

"Jill?!" Chris was confused, her intermingling screams of pain and rage piercing the air. Sheva was coming to, rubbing the back of her head, Wesker was turning in astonishment; all this she noted, but paid no heed. What little bit of ground she was gaining in her inner struggle needed to be maintained.

"Remarkable." Wesker's surprise was genuine. "Still resisting at such an advanced stage." His gaze met hers, and while Jill couldn't tell if he was meeting her eyes, she still glared at him with all the hatred that she felt. "Commendable, yet futile."

Wesker's head tilted to his left, a small marker that he had turned his attention to her partner. What was he going to do?

It was then that Jill recognized the device that Wesker held in his hand; far too late for her to do anything about it; not that she would have been able to.

The shocks hit her full force, and Jill felt her will tumbling with her form; clawing at her chest, she could have crowed aloud (had the action been possible) when the zipper slid open just enough to reveal the device attached to her flesh.

"No more time for games, Chris. I have work to do. Have fun watching Jill suffer." Wesker turned to the waiting elevator, striding quickly.

"Wait, what did you do to her?!?!" Chris' fist slammed on the already closed doors, frustration in his voice.

Before Jill hit the floor, her damned auto-pilot mode had kicked in, and she caught herself in a crouch, baring her teeth at her former partner.

Wesker's lips twitched; it had been too precious, seeing Chris' expression when he'd revealed Jill to the former S.T.A.R.S. member. His thoughts quickly turned to Claire, though; it seemed like the closer his mission got to completion, the more he thought about her. It had been six months since she had regained consciousness; six long months since he had held her in his arms. Soon, as long as her big brother didn't interfere anymore, he'd have her all to himself; the world at his feet.

Their child was growing rapidly inside of her; a healthy baby girl; he hoped to name the baby after himself, but ever since learning the sex of the child he had decided to let Claire make that call. They could have more children, perhaps a son to follow in his father's footsteps; although he was ecstatic at the prospect of becoming a father. His feelings for Claire hadn't dimmed, either; and perhaps that was the sole reason that he himself hadn't stayed to kill Christoper himself.

Claire would never forgive him if Wesker had been the one to snuff out that nuisance's frail life. Her body had finally accepted the virus, but he had kept her in stasis as a precautionary measure; just in case Uroboros had some unknown effect on her or their baby. If all went well, in less than two hours, and he could go home to something he had never had before; a family.

That thought alone sustained him. That hope was his new driving force. A perfect world for his perfect family.

His failsafe was still in place, however; Christopher Redfield had always been the monkey wrench in the the works for him; almost always effectively dashing his plans to hell. Wesker frowned. He had said the trigger words to Jill; she didn't remember his extra programming because he had instructed her not to remember until twenty four hours after he had spoken them. Even in the unlikely event that the device on her chest was destroyed, that information would lay in her subconscious mind for the alloted amount of time; so even if he failed his mission; even if he died; Claire would be alright. She'd be safe.

Wesker had no doubt that their child would be safe as well. Claire would see to that; always being very maternal. He had even pushed back the date for Uroboros' unveiling; just to ensure that both mother and child would have the utmost chance of survival.

He had re-written his will; leaving everything to their child, just in case. Wesker was a very wealthy man, after all. He pulled out the paperwork from his inside coat pocket, along with a last letter to Claire; and gave the items to the ex-Umbrella operative known only as H.U.N.K.; Wesker had absolutely no idea as to where the name came from, nor had he ever really cared.

"These are to be hand delivered to the base in Cairo, within the next twenty four hours. I want them laid out carefully, but make it obvious to the first person to walk through the B-4 laboratory doors. I want them found. Understand?"

"Perfectly, sir." H.U.N.K. Saluted him, he returned the worthless frivolity, and the soldier was gone on his way.

Wesker continued on towards his destiny; 'Ye sow what Ye reap', or so they say.