I would like to start off by apologizing for the time it took me to write this. I must have written and re-written it at least five times. Other life things don't help either. I hope you guys like this chapter. Next one is coming soon. I promise!

The last thing she expected was to find Wesker here. You are not ready for this. You have nothing to use but two magnums and a grenade! . She reached the top of the staircase and dashed to the side, unable to think in this situation. Come on! Think!

She made her way over to separate platform and slowed her pace down. Why are you stopping? Keep moving! The sign to the left read 'Second Floor Prisoners Ward.' She stopped when she realized Chris would be near. If he sees you here, what would he think? She continued the down the hall realizing that she couldn't keep running forever. She knew sooner or later he would find out. What his reaction would be, she wasn't so sure.

Chris and Jill dashed down the hall and made sudden stop at a corner at which they had turned. Jill's heavy breathing was the only thing heard in the hall. Then, a small whimper echoed through hall. The two stared at each other and signaled toward the door from which the whimper was heard.

They drew their weapons as they approached the door and peeked into a small window in the wall. Nothing was visible but the figure of a back that was turned to the window.

"Jill? Can you open it?"

Without a second of hesitation, Jill bust out her handy lockpick and began to work on the lock. Within a minute, the lock was open and they slowly pushed the door open, unknowing what they would find inside. Jill flicked on the light as they stepped inside and stopped in their tracks. The light allowed them to see the girl who lay in front of them. Her arms were tied in front of her and her red hair was messy, blocking her face. She hands outstretched in a submissive form in front of her.

"Please! Don't hurt me! Please!" She scoot her way against the wall and Jill was the first to squat down in front of her. Chris remained near the door.

"Hey," Jill's quiet voice brought some comfort in the room despite their location, "it's okay. We're not going to hurt you. Look at me. It's okay."

The girl looked up and her blue, blood-shot eyes stared back at Jill.

Jill automatically thought of Claire when she got a good look at the girl.

"You're safe with us, but we need to move. We're going to get you out of here."

"Please. Let's get out as fast as possible before he comes back."

Chris' voice rose from the entrance of the room.

"Before who comes back?"

"That one freaky dude. With the ahhh-the red eyes."

Jill turned and gave Jill a meaningful look, suggesting they knew who she was talking about. Jill took out her knife and cut the girl free. Before setting off into the halls of lab, Chris stared at the girl and pain sliced across his chest when he realized how much she resembled her. Chris checked both sides of the hall and proceeded to move.

"Coast is clear. Let's move." With his weapon equipped, they moved down the hall, completely missing the many small needle marks up and down the girl's arms

The only sound that echoed through the halls of the lab was the sound of sneakers paddling across the tile floor. Chris was ahead of the group and Jill was covering the rear. The exit sign gave Chris hope as he realized they would be out soon. Jill decided to talk and see how the girl got into the situation.

"So what's your name?"

"It's Carrie. Carrie Rose."

Chris turned the corner and they followed suit.

"How'd you end up here, anyways?" Chris asked.

"I was at a bar and a guy was there and well…we ummm…had a one night stand…" Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she recalled the night.

They reached an open room with tall walls. Catwalks lined the walls, offering a visual as if it were an arena.

They would've continued to walk across the empty hall, but stopped when Carrie fell on her knees.

"Arrgghhh!" She was clutching her stomach and yelling out in pain.

Jill ran to get her and starting asking what was wrong.

"Carrie! What's wrong?"

"My-ugghh! Stomach!"

Carrie was now on her back, shaking violently. Her screaming got louder but they suddenly stopped and she lay completely still in the room. Jill and Chris eyed each other worriedly as to what would happen next. Carrie then proceeded to sit up, as if nothing had happened. Her eyes began to bleed and she began twitching. The noise of snapping bones filled the room as arms began to twist and claws began to push it way out of her fingers.

Without waiting what else her transformation would bring, Jill and Chris began to fire. The bullets buried themselves in her now peeling flesh, causing her no harm. The now mutated Carrie got to her feet and let out a stomach churning screech. It rushed out at Jill, claws extended to its side. Quickly jumping to the side, Jill managed to shoot her a few times. Without notice, it swung it mutated arms around, knocking Jill of her feet and into the wall. Chris ran to her help and fired more shots at the creature. After four shots rang out, his gun was empty. The monster raged and slowly made its way to Chris. Jill tried firing but also came up with an empty clip.

"Shit! You wouldn't happen to have more ammo, would you?" Jill asked, clearly scared about their situation.

"No. You?"

They were backed into a wall and awaited for their death swing. But it never came. Instead, a loud shot rang out and the creature let out a wail. It turned around confused, searching for where it came from. Then a voice echoed through the room.

"Take these!" It was followed by a three loud clangs of metal.

Chris looked at his side and found two desert eagles and a grenade lying on the ground. He immediately grabbed one and handed the other to Jill. He looked up to see who had given them the weapons but instead he saw a flash of black and nothing else. It didn't matter now, however. They needed to focus. Chris raised the gun and fired.

Claire made her way down a hall towards the offices where information should be stored. She stood at a door when she heard it. A loud screech reached her ears. Oh god. What now? She walked down the hall and eventually made it to a catwalk that overlooked the level below. She made it just in time to see Jill soar across the air. Chris was at Jill's side now, aiming his gun at the creature. Her ears easily picked up on the soft click of an empty gun. She instinctively took out her magnums and shot a round at the creature. Before she could shoot another she sensed someone watching her. She turned her head and there he stood. Fuck. I am so screwed. Thinking about Chris and getting him to safety, she rose her voice and yelled,

"Take these." She threw over her two guns and the grenade, hoping it would be enough to help him. Then she tried running, but it was too late. A quick breeze brushed by her face before arms circled her waist as she fell to the floor. As she rolled over to fight off her attacker as best as she could, a hand came over her mouth. Wesker's thighs straddled her sides and she tried to remain calm, but it was no use. Her eyes erupted with amber and she felt her strength running through her veins. She began to fight against him as she felt she had a chance of escaping. So did he or else he wouldn't have bent his head down and whispered in her ear, sending chills through her body as she recalled feeling those lips against hers on the night she died.

"Calm down Miss Redfield. I have no intention of hurting you. Or taking you hostage, I just want to talk." With his entire weight he pushed down on her wrists and lifted an eyebrow questioning her.

With heavy breaths she nervously answered, "What makes you think you think I'll even consider believing you after what you've done?"

"Making your dear old brother believing you betrayed him is one reason." He smirked as hurt flashed across Claire's face.

Hesitation is what Claire felt. "Fine."

He slowly lifted himself off of Claire and offered her a hand. She stared at in disbelief while she sat up and then stood up on her own. She brushed dirt off her black jeans and waited for his next move. He walked quickly off into the hall and Claire followed. They eventually reached the room where Claire was going to break into. Wesker pulled out a chair from in front of the mahogany desk that stood in the center of the room.

"Have a seat Miss Redfield." He stood there, completely serious, enjoying the scene before him.

Claire, however, was not, "Just tell me what you want." She was not in the mood for his little games.

"I just wanted to check up on how you were doing."

"Bullshit! You did not tackle me and practically force me to some damn office to see how I was doing!"

Wesker stepped forward and had her at the neck. "I will not tolerate you being disrespectful towards me."

"Ohhhh…I'm so FUCKING sorry!" Her hand lashed out, catching the side of his cheek. A long mark appeared on his face. Her spine smacked into the wall as he shoved her. She brought her knee up, landing on his abdomen. It barely made any harm as his grip tightened.

"Dear heart, I did really wish to have a conversation with you, but as I see that is not possible under such conditions, I guess I'll have to keep you in check." His gripped tightened even more.

Claire could feel her muscles becoming limp. Confusion overcame her. Her strength wasn't being triggered like it normally should. She quit struggling and she allowed herself to be strangled.

Sensing her defeat, Wesker released his strength on her neck, but left his hand there.

"Now. How come your strength is failing you at this moment? It's not very Redfield like, especially when one has certain…enhancements, such as you. " He eyed her suspiciously.

Sarcastically, she responded with a smile, as she always did, "Why don't you stick a needle in me find out? It'd be a lot quicker.

"Oh how I've missed your sarcasm, Claire. But I did say I didn't have any intentions of hurting you, or taking you for that manner." His hand was now cupping her cheek, his thumb under her chin.

She tried her best to ignore it.

"Well, I give you a chance to figure out. Under one condition."

"That condition being what exactly?"

"You have to answer some unanswered questions I have. About the virus. And other things."

He took a deep breath, inhaling her smell. "Okay. Fine."

"Not here though. Chris is close."

He finally removed his hand and it rested at his side as he thought.

"Very well. Follow me."

As they walked he couldn't help but mock her situation. "For two people who claimed to be so inseparable, you do keep running from your brother. Why is that, Claire?"

"I don't want him to see the monster I've become." She simply answered.

"Do you really believe you won't come face to face with him again soon? Are you really that naïve?"

"Wesker…Please stop talking." Sadness filled her blue eyes.

They reached an elevator and they stepped in.

"First question: Did you know I was with Ada?"

"I don't think that's fair. We aren't at the lab yet."

"Doesn't matter. Did you or did you not?"

He remained silent as he contemplated answering. Finally he spoke up.

"I did."

"Did she know you knew?"

"I don't suspect she did. She tried making believe you hadn't come back, but I knew I couldn't have failed with you. You were…genuinely special."

"Why did you let her 'hide me'? You didn't come after me. I assume there was a reason for that."

"I knew what she intended to do. Making you a solider against me or as a spy to work for her. Having a superhuman like you has advantages. So I let her get you training. Even with increased strength and speed, skill is important. Any more questions?"

"Why did you have to kill me?" She barely got out a whisper. He turned to face her.

"You know why… It's just a constant battle of who can do more harm. If it were up to me, we would've been out of there before they got to the door." His hand found her cheek once more and he tilted her chin to face him.

"But, unfortunately, things took a different route and here we are." He leaned in slightly, but it was enough for Claire to notice.

"One more question." Claire spoke softly.

"As you wish dear heart." He whispered back with that voice that sends chills down her spine, his face only inches from hers.

"What do you think you're doing?" She whispered with a smirk as she pulled away. The ding of the elevator sounded and the doors opened.

"Where to next?" Claire stepped out into the floor leaving behind Wesker in the elevator. He smirked behind his shades and followed her. Two can play at that game, dear heart.

A loud thump followed after Chris shot a last round into what was Carrie's head.

Jill stood there, magnum in hand.

"Chris, let's get out of here. We already know testing is going on here. We don't need her coming back."

"Don't need to tell me twice." He put the magnum in his holster and made his way to the stairwell. Before going up the staircase, he looked back towards the catwalks that lined the room.

As they escalated, Chris asked Jill.

"Jill, did you by any chance see who gave us the guns?"

She continued escalating and answered,

"I was about to ask you the same thing. I just heard her voice. It was a woman."

"You think it could've been Ada?" Jill stopped and turned to look down at Chris.

"If she's still here we could find out about Claire. Chris we've got to find her."

A spark of hope was seen in Chris' eyes. But as quickly as it came, it left.

"Jill, we need to leave. We don't know what else id down here."

"But if she's he-"

"Jill! Even if she was here then what? Claire is dead! There is nothing we could do. We need to worry about ourselves right now."

"Chris,"

"Jill. Let's just go home. Please. I can't deal with this anymore. Please. If I lose you here, I don't know how I be after."

"Okay Chris. Let's just…go then."

She hadn't expected Chris to be this far broken. They continued to make their way upstairs and eventually made found the exit. The halls were empty and they went out into the darkness of the city. They found their Jeep and when they got inside a message appeared on Chris phone screen.

"Leon just texted me." He read the message on the screen out loud, "Found something of relevance check it out. I think Ada's in China." The link attached showed a new article. The headline read, Pharmaceutical Companies in China Sabotaged. Government states a security breach in system.

"China? You think that's why she hasn't been on the radar for a while?"

He gave a small sigh as he turned the keys and heard the familiar hum of the engine.

"Could be…Let's report to HQ first and then we'll see what's next."

They drove for at least ten minutes on the deserted road in silence until Chris broke quite atmosphere.

"She looked like her."

Jill was caught off guard. "What?"

"The girl, Carrie. She looked like Claire. Like a lot. Same red hair. Blue eyes. Pale skin. When I saw her in the room, I saw Claire for a moment. Thought maybe she was alive." Tears began to fill his eyes.

"Chris…"

"No Jill. It's not okay. We are going to find him and end this. For Claire."

"I'm with you all the way."