I'm so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
'Cause your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone
These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase
[Chorus:]
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me
You used to captivate me
By your resonating light
Now I'm bound by the life you left behind
Your face it haunts
My once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away
All the sanity in me
These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase
[Chorus]
I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
But though you're still with me
I've been alone all along
[Chorus]

Evanescence, "My Immortal"


Short, sorry, but not the end. I really, really suck at fight scenes as you'll come to find out, but I really, really tried! Oh, possible spoiler if you haven't beaten re5, and on the same note, the drug/the device that administered the drug in the game was P30.


I may not have been as prodigal as Excella when it came to biology and science, but I was smart enough to know what had happened to me, unfortunately for Wesker. I knew that my body, my blood had been modified, and while it was a major risk, I knew that if my blood was accepted by Chris, he would be strong enough to defeat Wesker once and for all...

"What did you do to her?" Chris demanded, my blood rapidly mixing in his system.

Wesker circled around Chris, waiting to strike, "In Russia, she was infected by the A.S.H. tyrant, a pet experiment of mine. After she had been brought to me, I further experimented on her, and I used a similar drug to the one I had used on Jill, P32-B. It was inactive until recently, then, when I had convinced Robin into assisting me, I administered the A-strand, allowing for complete control."

"So, Robin was being brainwashed!" Chris was happy to hear that.

"No," I answered sadly, "I made the choice to help him."

Wesker looked at me as if I were an insect, "So you're still alive? Well, no matter...You did chose, but I was pulling the strings the entire time."

"Like a hypnotist, only suggesting a course of action, prodding me in the right direction," I reiterated, "But, you made one serious flaw in your plans: You underestimated me."

"Mmmm," He agreed, he had made a mistake somewhere along the line.

I grunted, shifting my weight a little, "You allowed me to keep my brain functions... And my memories."

"Oh?" He was intrigued with my theory.

"Yes, I was completely under your thumb, but once I realized that I had regenerative abilities, I knew that you had done something to me...Something that would make me your puppet. I am no dummy," I moved on to explain how I had broken free, "In combination, pitting such a fresh subject against it's weakest point with no precautionary training was stupid, especially when that weak point cared enough for the subject to die. Chris saying that he didn't blame me, it triggered a higher function in my brain, overriding P32-B and P32-A."

"Mmmm, so A.S.H. had another reaction?" Wesker logged that away for future examination.

I laughed, "But it's too late for you now..."

Chris had undergone no obvious changes, but I could tell a new power was gushing through him, "Robin...?"

"It should be fine. You survived the transformation process, so you should possess the same powers as Wesker now..." I coughed, blood coming from my mouth.

"Immpossible," Wesker shook his head.

Chris ran to my side, but I pushed him back, "I'll be fine. Go make that son of a bitch pay for what he's done!"

Chris's POV:

I never understood any of the scientific blabber Wesker spouted, but I got the message, "Got you."

I ran at Wesker, finding him to be slower now, as if our roles had been reversed. He saw the same thing too, so he went on the defensive, sure that his fighting skills were better than mine. With Robin's blood flowing through my veins, I felt invincible.

End of Chris's POV...

I watched them, almost too fast to keep up with. Wesker was having a tough time for the first time in his life, and Chris was almost having too easy a time. It was odd, seeing just how close they actually used to be in strength now that they were on more "equal" footing. However, I wasn't sure how long my blood would last in Chris, if the evolution had been permanent or not. For his sake, I had hoped not, a prolonged exposure to whatever virus I had iffy at best.

Chris was kicking Wesker's ass. He hit his enemy square in the gut, sending him flying through the wall. Wesker was back instantly, attempting to rip out Chris's heart. Chris beat him to it, his own hand already clenched around Wesker's most vital organ. He pulled his hand free from Wesker, a bloodied clot beating steadily in his fist.

"No, you can't kill me!" He glared at Chris, blood ozzing from his body.

"Guess again!" I had healed enough to assist Chris in the finishing blow.

Wesker smirked, "I'm not dying alone!"

Before anyone could react, he drove his hand through my chest, straight through my heart. Then, while his hand was still in me, he twisted his hands around and pulled out my heart. I looked at it, racing in his hand. My heart...It wasn't black in the end...