(Philosophy University, Australia, August 11th, 2010)

Rebecca has been working undercover as a professor at the University for almost a month now. Unknown to her old partner, Tyler Howard, she is really working for the B.S.A.A to uncover his father's involvement as an Umbrella researcher. Normally she would never keep such a secret from someone she considers to be a close friend but she can't risk the lives of others for her own vanity.

There have been news reports in the area about strange creatures attacking civilians. It sounds all too familiar. So she and a few other members have been called in to investigate. The others being Piers Nivans, Sophie Home, and also Chris Redfield. When she reads his name on her report her heart flutters with such strength it makes her chest hurt. It has been twelve long years since she has seen him in person. She has only been able to find a few pictures of him from satellite shots since he never stays in one place for long. She tries to keep up with them to remind herself of what he looks like but he has changed so much over the years. Becoming much bulkier and with a serious look about him. She misses him looking so innocent back on that day at the mansion. She has tried to hard to keep the memory of the look on his face while they had made love but no matter how hard she has tried, the memory has faded little by little. All that remains is her feelings for him.

As she continues to read over the mission files while sitting at her desk and sipping her favorite caramel macchiato, she becomes lost in thought thinking about what she is going to say to Chris after all this time. She doesn't want to bring up the past in fear that he an Jill may have finally reviled their feelings for each other. After having thought dead, then him finding her in Africa, if they have not tied the knot by now then it was never going to happen. However she doesn't want to pretend like that night never happened either. A sudden knock on the classroom door startles her and snaps her back into reality. She turns to the door and finds Tyler waving at her. She puts down her coffee and waves for him to come in. She flips the file papers upside down to hide them from site. As he enters she stands up from the desk and nervously plays with the edge of her shirt.

"Hey," he says in a friendly tone.

"Hey," she replies in kind.

"So, burning the candle and both ends I see."

"Yeah, just writing down some last minute lecture notes. I got to make sure I make a good impression."

"Are you kidding me? You're doing great," he laughs while placing a hand on her upper arm. "Look, you don't need to be so nervous. I know it must be intimidating for you to be here working so closely with my father but trust me, you're impressive enough without having to push yourself."

"Thanks," she gives him a smile.

They look into each others eyes and Tyler is reminded of her strong will from back when they were in Minnesota together. He is glad to know that even after all she has been though she still gives everything her all no matter if it is fighting B. or teaching students about biology. He lowers his hand realizing he has been keeping it there an uncomfortably long time.

He clears his throat, "So um... would you like to get a drink some time. You know, so we can catch up on the last five years?"

Rebecca can tell he is nervous and she doesn't what to shoot him down but at the same time she doesn't find herself in the right state of mind considering she is still fawning over seeing Chris again. She knows the two of them don't have a future together but she still can't shake the feeling of fantasizing about it from time to time.

"Look, Tyler... I'm not-"

He cuts her off expecting a strait rejection, "It's fine, no worries. I guess it was stupid of me to ask."

He runs his fingers through his mid-length brown hair slicking it back behind his ears. He begins to turn away from her embarrassed but she takes him by the arm to stop him.

"Tyler, I wasn't going to say no exactly. I just can't right now. I've got a lot on my mind between work and seeing you again. It's just a lot to take in you know. I just need you to give me some time. Okay?"

He nods happily. "Sure. I understand."

She releases her grip. "Thank you."

"So are you going to be heading up to your room soon?"

"Yeah, I just have a bit more to do here and then I'll be heading to bed."

"I hope President Sennett has been kind enough to supply you with everything you need."

"Oh yes, she has been very generous. Granted some of my friends back in U.S. had to make a very generous donation in order for me to get some of those accommodation, but it's no problem," she laughs.

"Are those the same friends who were helping you back in Rochester?" She nods. "What did you say they were again?"

She shakes her head. "I didn't."

He waits for her to give him an answer but she never does. "Sorry. I have to right to ask you such questions."

Rebecca tries to lighten the mood, "So how are you doing by the way? When you were life flighted out of Rochester you seemed in pretty bad shape. You had even been bitten so I wasn't even sure if you were gonna make it out uninfected."

"Yeah, my recovery was pretty scary for the first few days. They said if my father hadn't flown over to help me in the hospital that I might not have made it."

"You're father? What did he do to help?"

"I'm not sure. They said he knew some things about bio infections and that he was able to give me a vaccine before it spread too far. Apart from the bit wounds I was fine after that."

Rebecca thinks to herself for a moment concerned about what kind of vaccine his father could have used. That outbreak was a new case that the B.S.A.A had never seen before. So how could his father have known how to treat it. Tyler notices her eyes trailing off.

"Rebecca? Are you okay?"

She shakes her head snapping herself back into the moment. "Yeah sorry. I guess I am just tired. I'll see you tomorrow okay?"

"Okay, have a good night."

"You too."

The next morning Rebecca gives her lecture to her students alongside Doctor Ryan Howard on recent viruses and how she has been able to study them and help with discovering vaccinations for such viruses. She also encourages them to study hard so that they too can some day be like her to have the skills and know how that could potentially save millions of lives. At the end of her lecture many students approach her to give her thanks. Once all the students have left they room Ryan watches Rebecca as she takes in a deep breath and tries to relax her shoulders.

He smiles. "That was very insightful Ms. Chambers. Congratulations."

"Thank you Doctor. With a lecture as complex as this one I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to explain it in simple enough terms that the students would even have a ball parks clue on what I was talking about," she laughs.

"Well I think you succeeded wonderfully." He looks at his watch. "Unfortunately I am on a tight schedule but I would love to discuss a few things with you later if you are up for it."

"Of course. I'm free for the rest of the day so just let me know."

"Great. I'll see you later."

She nods and he leaves her to her thoughts. She plops herself down at her desk and lets out a long sigh. Once she calms down a bit she picks up the case file again. Inside she finds a layout of the University. As she scans over it she notices there is a large section in the lower floors labeled as the library. But she has been down there a few times already and she can tell that the room is not as big as it is depicted on the layout. Finding it suspicious, and knowing that the others wouldn't be arriving until tomorrow, she decides to check it out for herself.

As she walks along library isles she studies their layout logically. They are all in a simple row by row pattern except for in the very middle where they seem to form a walled off section. If you were not looking for it you would probably never give it a second look but as she approaches the wooden shelves she can see a faint light appearing from between the cracks where the bookshelves rest against one another. As she looks even closer she finds a small metal, shield, depicting the schools emblem, no bigger than the surface of her thumb on the inside of one of the shelves. She rubs her thumb over it and right away the floor begins to open up and swallow the bookshelf while at the same time reviling a stairway.

"So this isn't suspicious at all," she says out loud.

She looks up and down the isles to insure that no one is around then cautiously begins to descend the stairway. The room is cold. She clings to the handrail afraid that she could slip on the metal staircase at any moment. At the bottom step there is a large automatic door that immediately opens to her presence. On the other side is a large laboratory with many servers and a large computer set up that she can see even while being about five hundred feet away from it. She takes a step inside and the door gives her a start as it closes behind her.

"I guess they are not much for security around here," she says to herself, "I was expecting at least a door code system."

She continues to move forward. She can see many large tanks lined up along the walls of the lab. She is is both shocked and yet not surprised at the fact that Umbrella is playing a part in the attacks in the area. The large water tanks are a staple of their experiments and as Rebecca scans each one, an all too familiar feeling washes over her. It is almost as if she has stepped into the past and is back at the mansion when the team confronted Wesker. She holds her hand up to her chest as the memory of being shot enters her thoughts. Wesker could have killed her that day if he had aimed for her head but instead he chose to aim for her chest. Whither or not he knew she was wearing a bulletproof vest is still a mystery. It didn't kill her, but it still hurt like hell. She doesn't understand how the other BSAA team members have put up with being shot so many times.

She approaches the first water tank. Suspended naked in the center of the tank is a fully grown, caucasian, male. It is someone Rebecca does not recognize. He has long red hair, and an athletic build. He appears to be a bit younger than herself. She notices he has a large metal spider attached to the center of his chest. She can see that its legs go deep under the skin.

"This is strange. Are they just capturing people now? This guy doesn't appear to have any outward changes to his physique." She moves down to the next tank and finds a familiar face. "Wesker? What the hell? He is suppose to be dead." She turns to the tanks behind her and finds that some of them are also filled with people she recognizes and others she doesn't. "Jill? Leon? Even Billy? What the fuck is going on here?" As her eyes fill with tears from fear and confusion she almost doesn't check the very last tank on the wall near the computer. From a distance she can already tell who it is sleeping inside. "No," she cries as she presses her hand against the glass and stares at the face of the man she longs for. "Chris."

The more she looks him over the more she becomes confused. He looks just as he did way back when they first met. But she has seen photos of him and he has bulked up since the last time they saw each other in person. So how is he back to his old self in this tank right in front of her?

She turns to the computer and decides to poke around. As she tries to keep her composure, she hacks into the computer and finds a list of all the people in confinement within that room. The list reads:

Ada Wong

Albert Wesker

Billy Cohen

Claire Redfield

Chris Redfield

Jill Valentine

Leon. S. Kennedy

Sherry Birkin

Steve Burnside

"It's everyone who has lived though any of the major outbreaks that took place in the U.S. But what are they all doing here?"

She continues to search through the files and reads about the various experiments that have been conducted on each of the captives. She is amazed to find that with all the various progenitor viruses that they each have been injected with, that they all have kept their natural form. At the bottom of each file reads the name Mary Gray.

"This is amazing, but also terrifying. Why would Dr. Howard be doing something like this and who is this Mary person? She's not a professor because I would have heard about her."

Just then she is startled by the sound of water being drained from one of the tanks. She stands up from the computer and turns around to see that Chris's tank is draining quickly. Frozen in place, her fight or flight instincts conflict one another. On the one hand it is Chris, the man she has not seen for many years and the object of all her desires, but on the other he has become a tool of the Umbrella Corporation. Who knows what kinds of viruses he could be carrying within his body. If his tank opens, the virus could fill the room instantly and she could be killed in the process.

The water drains completely and Chris stands motionless inside, being held in place by breathing tubes. Rebecca takes a step closer to the tank, still curious and anxious to know if he is okay. Her nerves tremble as the tank splits open and the tubes detach themselves from his face. He slowly opens his eyes and stares at her.

His lips part, and his voice is low and calm, "Rebecca?"

Her throat becomes tight and she can hardly speak past her sobbing, "Chris, is it really you?"

"Of course it's me. Don't you recognize me?"

She shakes her head. "No, no... it can't be you. I've seen you. You're were... different." She can't quite put her finger on why, but she suddenly gets a very bad feeling that she has been wrong about the entire situation she has found herself in.

"Rebecca, I don't know what you are talking about." He looks down at himself and notices the large spider on his chest. "What is this? What is going on."

She continues to shake her head. "I don't know. It's Dr. Howard. He's been running some kind of experiment with you. With all of you."

She pans her eyes around the room and he becomes distracted seeing all his friends hooked up in water cages, naked, and with the same spider on each of their chests. As he is distracted, Rebecca slowly backs herself away from him, trying to make her way to the exit.

"W-what the hell is going on?" He notices her moving away from him. "Where are you going?" His voice becomes panicked, "Please, you need to help me figure out how to get this thing off."

She doesn't reply, instead she continues to make her way to the door. He takes a few steps towards her.

"What is wrong? Why won't you help me get this off?" His voice becomes agitated.

"Because you're not Chris," she replies frightened.

"What are you talking about?"

She pulls out her handgun and aims it at him. Her voice becomes panicked, "You can't be him. You're just some clone breed by Umbrella. Who knows who or what you really are."

He laughs awkwardly finding her logic to be silly, "Rebecca, it's me. I don't know how to get you to believe me but you don't need to aim a gun at me."

"Then tell me something, something only the real Chris would know," she demands.

He sighs, "I remember that night. The night I took your virginity."

As he says those words Rebecca's heart sinks into her stomach. There is no way he could know about that unless he is the real Chris. For a moment she lowers her aim wanting so badly to believe that it really is him and that she can trust him, but then she decides to continue questioning him.

"How do you know about that?"

He smiles and takes another step closer. With each step she backs away from him. She looks behind herself and realizes she is running out of room to escape. The door is not far away. At this distance she could probably run and he wouldn't be able to catch her in time before she made it up the stairs and into the library. She quickly scans the other tanks in the room wondering if at any moment the others might wake up as well.

"I've never stopped thinking about that night. I've craved it, the taste of your lips, the smell of your sweat, the quiver of your skin as you held me close." He closes his eyes as he fantasizes about being back there. He takes in a deep breath then looks to her again. "I'd like to experience it again."

She watches as his penis becomes chubby. Again she feels her desires grow and for a moment she becomes lost in them but then she clears her head and cocks her gun. "Something isn't right. You're acting weird. The Chris I know would never talk this way."

"If you are so confident in that statement, then what are you waiting for? Shoot me," he taunts.

"Don't!" She demands through her teeth.

"You're not going to shoot me Rebecca. I know you, and I know you would never hurt me. You could never kill the man of your dreams."

"Shut up!" She yells. With her hands shaking, she lifts her gun up to eye level and aims strait at his heart. "You're not Chris," she says over and over trying to convince herself.

As he looks into her eyes with his big puppy dog ones, she squeezes the trigger and at the last moment veers her aim to the right. The bullet flies towards him and strikes him in the upper arm. Flesh rips from his biceps and the shoot leaves a blood trail scattered across the white, laboratory floor. She didn't know what to expect. That his blood would be green or that maybe the bullet would have just bounced of the surface like some kind of force-field, but instead it was just as it would if he were completely human. Blood continues to spill from the wound creating a pool under his feet. He looks at the wound confused and surprised.

"You shot me! How could you do that?" He yells.

She begins to hyperventilate, unsure of what to do next. Just as she begins to think she has made a huge mistake, she watches as his arm begins to heal itself at a miraculous speed. As the wound closes, he wipes away the excess blood and it is as if nothing had ever happened to it.

She watches in horror. "What did they do to you?" She cries.

Suddenly the metal spider on his chest begins to glow brightly. His body becomes stiff and his throat releases a few groans as if he is struggling to take back control of his arms and legs. His veins become enlarged and she can see them pulsing inside his chest and neck. As he struggles, his eyes become bright red like that of someone possessed by the Los Iluminados parasite. She makes a run for for the door. As she approaches she finds that it is locked. As she tries to force the door open Chris runs over and grabs her on the shoulder then whips her around so that she is facing him. She cries out as he slams her against the wall of servers and holds her in place with one hand wrapped around her throat. His speed and strength is abnormally enhanced. She pulls at his fingers to get free but she can not get the upper hand on the man who is almost twice her size, with a eight inch height over her.

He lifts her off the floor and her back scrapes against the buttons of the server digging into her skin. As she tries to aim her gun at him again he squeezes her wrist until she can no longer grip it in her fingers. It falls to the floor and the sound of it striking the tile echos throughout the room. As she tries to push him away from her with her legs, he uses his free hand to spread her legs and place himself between them. Her soft, blue, jeans caress his shaft turning him on that much more. Rebecca can feel his cock become rock hard as he presses it against her pelvis. He then presses his nose against her cheek and breaths in her scent deeply. His eyes roll in the back of his head as he moans in her ear.

"Oh yeah, this is just what I needed."

Too scared to talk, Rebecca just whimpers to herself. He leans in to kiss her but she pinches her mouth closed and shuts her eyes tightly. As she waits for him to start beating the life out of her, she is shocked by the sudden feeling of something large and wet slither up from her neck, past her cheek, and onto her forehead. Whatever it is leaves a trail of something gooey behind. She hears a purr escape his throat. She opens her eyes and sees that he now has a large tentacle sticking out from his mouth. He looks more monster than human at this point. His mouth is wide and his eyes are still glowing bright red. She tries again to pull his hands free from her throat but to no avail.

She struggles to breath. "Please stop," she begs as tears stream down her face.

"Stop? But you're so delicious."

He licks her again then slips his tongue into her ear. With it now having the length of a two foot tentacle he is able to shove it hard into the hole and wrap its length around her earlobe. The moist sensation sends shivers down her body and she screams at the top of her lungs. Frustrated, he rips her shirt clean off her chest, breaking the strap of her bra along with it. With her right breast now bouncing freely in front of him, he can't help but to take it into his mouth and vigorously nibble at her nipple. She screams out again and to her surprise someone answers her calls.

Ryan steps into the room with Tyler close behind him. Ryan keeps a smirk on his face while she sees Tyler at least give her some dignity as he turns his attention away embarrassed to see her in such a position. She must look so ridiculous being molested by a monster yet instead of helping her Ryan just stands watching them for the longest moment.

Eventually Ryan laughs, "Alright Chris, that's enough. Down boy."

Chris reverts back to his human-like state but keeps Rebecca pinned to the wall. His red eyes fad to brown but the spider on his chest continues to shine. She still struggles to breath as he only gives her just enough space in her airways to take in tiny breaths.

"Doctor Howard, just what the hell... is going on here?"

"My dear girl, it's quite simple. Surely someone a brilliant as you could put the details together. You even had a good look at my case files."

"How do you know about that?"

"Because I have been watching you this entire time. I knew you were sent here to spy on me and with your reputation, it was only a matter of time until you found my lab and started sticking your nose in places it doesn't belong. Then once you were down here I figured you would want to see a familiar face so I let out Chris. A gracious gesture on my part was it not? After all you do love him don't you?"

"This isn't Chris," she protests. "This is just some Tyrant that you and those other researchers from Umbrella cooked up!"

"That is not true at all my dear. The Chris that stands before you is the one and only."

"Bull shit. You're lying."

"If I'm lying, then how does he have memories of who you are?"

Rebecca struggles with an answer. "I don't know... but..."

Chris forces her to turn her head and look at him. "It's me Rebecca. I am Chris Redfield."

"No, Chris would never act like this. Even if you put some kind of... mind control on him I know he would never hurt me."

Ryan laughs again, "Deny it all you want missy, but sooner or later you'll come to understand the painful truth. In all these tanks are the real members of the B.S.A.A. in the flesh! I invited them all here one by one to capture them because they are all highly resistant to the progenitor virus strain. How else could you all have lasted this long? I intend to right the wrongs of my former colleges by using your friends DNA to create better, more effective strains of the virus. Including being able to change back into human form at will. And now you are part of my collection."

Rebecca's stomach tightens into a tight ball as she realizes there is nothing she can do to get out of this. "No," she says hardly able to remain conscious.

Ryan looks at his watch. "Well I have enjoyed our little chat but I am afraid I am late for a date with someone who is willing to pay top dollar for our new vaccine." He turns to his son. "Tyler, I am leaving you in charge. Let these two kids have their fun but then make sure you lock them up afterward."

Tyler bows his head. "Yes father."

Rebecca can't believe what she is hearing. Is Tyler really going along with his father on all of this. Did he know all along this was happening? Ryan leaves the room and Chris's eyes turn back to red as he continues to lick over her body. Her face blushes bright pink as Tyler stays in the room. Though he keeps his eyes on the other side of the room she can tell he is still listening to their moans and groans.

"Tyler," Rebecca pleads, "Please help me. Please get him off of me."

Tyler's voice is high and shy, "I'm sorry Rebecca. My father's experiments only listen to him. I can't control them."

Now having felt betrayed by both of the men in her life, Rebecca's heart shatters. In a fit of helplessness she is able to summon all her strength and kick Chris away from her just long enough so that she can drop to the floor and grab her gun. Chris is stopped in his tracks. She aims the gun at his head and he backs off from her.

"What are you gonna do Rebecca? Are you really going to shoot me?"

"I'm sorry Chris. If it is really you in there I know you would never want to become what you have been fighting all these years. Just know that if I could find a cure for you, I would but it seems I might not have a choice. If you're not going to stop, then I am going to have to make you stop."

She cocks the gun. "I love you Chris."

His face becomes sour as she squeezes the trigger and the bullet strikes the casing of the metal spider shattering it. Chris falls to his knees and grasps his head in his hands while screaming in agony. He takes the spider in his hand and rips it from his chest. Rebecca keeps her aim on him as his takes in deep breaths and the wound on his chest heals. Feeling hopeful that maybe it was that device that was causing him to act the way he was she calls out to him.

"Chris?"

His head turns to her attention. He slowly stands up to face her. Rebecca's heart feels as if it is going to explode as so many emotions flow through her. What should she do now? It is really him? Is he back to his normal self? In a blink of an eye, he charges at her screaming wildly. She fires off the gun and the bullet strikes him right between the eyes. He falls to his knees again and Rebecca's hands shake out of control from what she has just done. As Chris begins to stand up again she fires more rounds into him over and over until the gun clicks empty. His body falls limp to the floor and blood pools from his body over the floor. Rebecca drops the gun then crawls over to him while tears stream down her face. Tyler watches as she leans over his lifeless body and sobs against his chest.

"Chris?" She tries to get a reaction out of him. Still hoping for any reason at all that he would snap back to his original self even though she knew that would be ridiculous. "Chris?" She cries. "What have I done?"