infected verse: condemned gatherings
Summary: What is the price you'd pay to protect something that you lost years ago? For one Raccoon City Survivor it may be his humanity, for another her freedom...
Rating: Teen to Adult, this deals with adult situations, and let's face it the games aren't geared for the ittie bitties
Pairings: Chris Redfield / Sherry Birkin, Leon Kennedy / Claire Redfield
Fandom: Resident Evil
Disclaimer: Just writing this monster for fun, Capcom owns all the characters I'm just borrowing them for AU tiems
Awakening When I thought that I fought this war alone
You were there by my side on the frontline ”All this work was to make sure you had a future Sherry. You think they’d accept a monster out there? You’re what your father made you. Weak, pathetic, why do I even waste my time with you.”
The memory of the voice hit like a sledge hammer, causing Sherry to jerk slightly, her eyes opening, though unseeing. A snarl showed on her lips as in her mind she was fighting the twins to get at Wesker. She could almost see the black leather long coat over black Kevlar, the same look that the twins and Steve wore as uniform.
Sherry herself was dressed in a white, the uniform was tailored to look a lot like Wesker’s own, the Kevlar vest tight fitting, buckled around her, the collar tall, zipped to the top, it was sleeveless, but nowhere as flashy as the clothing that she saw Ada Wong usually wear when she was working for Wesker. The matching jacket had the only splash of color that Sherry allowed herself in her white and silver. The lining of the soft white leather was a deep blue, matching her eyes when she was angered.
I’ll forge my own path! Like I’ve done the last ten years! You’re not going to have me as your little guard dog like you’ve made Steven. I may be a monster, but I’m still human. I won’t let what dad did to me change that! She thought only to flinch in pain as something shocked her. The pained cry was muffled by the concoction she was floating in. Sherry was weak from fighting the control that the system was trying to instill in her, but still able to fight. Her small flinch managed to break one of the seals on the containment unit, the liquid slowly starting to work it’s way out of the tank. I’m not a weapon for your use! I’ll be the weapon that will destroy you Wesker! She growled even though she didn’t lunge for another attack.
Sherry Birkin would not give Wesker the pleasure of her defeat, even through all the ‘testing’ she had been through, the torture, she was still fighting him.
The sound of footsteps, muffled, were heading closer to her. Sherry tensed, she knew whatever was coming was probably going to hurt like hell, but she was determined not to scream again. Never again, she’d never give him that again.
Chris Redfield scrambled over some of the wreckage, a few of the other BSAA team working a few levels down trying to extract the bodies locked within the tanks in order to burn them. They didn’t want anything surviving that would allow someone else to follow in the footsteps of Umbrella and Tricell.
The tank was dead ahead. The girl’s head was hanging down, she was either dead, or asleep, he couldn’t tell from where he was. Though he could tell there was something wrong with the unit that held her. The others hadn’t been filled with liquid, this one had a blue green tint to it. The woman trapped within almost didn’t look human with how the light made her skin a slightly lighter shade of the said concoction. The gun went up drawing a bead. It would be so fast, no one would have to worry about the G anymore…
She twitched in her sleep, eyes opening, seeming to look directly at him. Chris moved closer, there was something in those haunted unseeing eyes. She was fighting in her sleep. The eyes were pale, at first he thought maybe she wouldn’t be able to see, though closer look he noticed, instead of the hell fire look Wesker’s eyes had, even though hers had a look almost similar they were blue and silvered, the eyes softened. Can she see me?
Looking to the panel next to the tank he saw that it was sparking. Either from the fight with U-8 or some other time, Chris scowled a moment, slipping the gun away. “Jill, found her. The panel to open the tank’s damaged.” He tapped the earwig. “Kid’s having a nightmare, though I think she may have something more than just the G, her eyes are freaky like Wesker’s.”
He could see the bindings, scar tissue had formed around them, showing even though she had been put under she was still fighting them. If she was one of Wesker’s he would have made sure she was resting easily not in this mockery of a prison. He thought as he touched the glass, hoping to catch her attention. Kid, don’t make me regret releasing you. He thought as the strange eyes focused on him.
She weakly tugged again at her bindings. Lips moved, but there was no sound.
“Easy kid, I’m going to get you out of here. Understand?”
There was a moment, she watched his face and nodded.
“Is she wea-“
“No, she’s awake, I need to get her out of here, tank says it has anther ten minutes before it starts failing, and with how pale she looks, pretty sure she’ll need medical.”
He tried prying the cover of the consol off yelping when it shocked him. Energy danced in the fluid around the girl and the silent scream made him cringe slightly, last thing he wanted to do was hurt the kid. Though one of the straps holding her to the back of the tank seemed to snap.
Jill mentioned something else that he didn’t quite get as he drew the gun again. He waited to see if the girl was paying attention, she had, he hoped, slipped back into unconsciousness. Chris shot the panel, and the pod opened. Moving quickly he caught her arm before she spilled into the pit below, turning as he did so he fell to the catwalk, the small blond landing over him, mostly dead weight.
“Chris?”
“Got her, she’s…” He checked the side of her neck, there was a strained pulse, and she wasn’t breathing yet. “She’s still got a pulse, but she’s not breathing.” Even as he spoke she let out a raspy cough, choking a little on the liquid. He patted her back hoping to help dislodge it. Sherry coughed up water a few moments, her breathing coming in gasps. But she was alive.
“It’s good, she’s up.” He sighed with relief.
Sherry recovered enough to pull back from him, sitting on the catwalk watching him with her strange eyes a moment. Chris scooted back a little, holding his hands out.
“Easy, I’m not going to hurt you okay?”
“Claire’s brother,” Her voice was soft, at first Chris wasn’t sure he had heard her, but he nodded.
“Yes,” He tensed ever so slightly, still wondering if it had been a bad idea to get the kid out of the tank. She didn’t move from where she was seated. “Sherry Birkin right?”
She nodded, her eyes showed she had thought of something. “Valentine? Wesker had her, he was hurting her… I tried to get help. My contact, was he able to get to his superiors?”
“He’s fine, so’s Jill. She was one of the ones that found out you were here.” The girl was recovering faster than he thought she really should, but she wasn’t acting like she was going to be a threat. He eased up, one hand actually going to snap his holster closed. “Wesker’s dead, it’s over.”
She bit her lip a little but nodded ever so slightly.
Chris noted she was still trembling a little. “Hey, it’s okay you’re not going to be hurt okay? We’ll get you home.”
“You wouldn’t say that if you knew what I’ve done. I’m just as dangerous as Wesker was.” She didn’t move. “They made me into a monster because I had the unfortunate luck of surviving the G infection.” She blinked when his hand was in front of her face. Looking up at him she saw he was offering a hand to help her up.
“I won’t let them lock you up again for it Sherry. You help us out here, we’ll help make sure you stay free back in the States. All I ask for in return is that you don’t make me regret it.”
She looked at his hand again and nodded taking his hand. “I’ll do my best not to disappoint.” She let him help her to her feet.
“You going to be okay barefooted? The junction’s over the rubble there, I can try to carry you.”
“I’ll walk,” She did grip his arm a little stepping closer. Sherry hated the weak feeling she had, but was determined not to slow him down. “How many people are here?”
He glanced at her. “A few, why?”
“I’ll need fresh air before confronting a large group. I’m guessing a doctor will see me as soon as I’m out?” Her hand on his arm trembled at that. She remembered the tests she had endured so long because of the virus.
Chris placed his hand on hers. “You won’t have to do anything you don’t want as soon as we get to the surface okay? I’ll make sure they leave you alone for a little while.” He caught her nod. “You’ll have to have some tests run before we can take you back to the States, but there’ll be another Raccoon survivor there.”
Sherry thought a moment, trying to remember the names and faces of the other Raccoon City survivors that Wesker had kept tabs on. “Dr. Rebecca Chambers. She’s in the CDC.”
“Looks like they were keeping tabs on her as well.”
“He kept tabs on everyone that made it out of the city, in case they proved useful. Even Claire has someone watching her.” She walked behind him. “Wesker was the tip of the iceberg though. There are others, they’ll be more cautious than he was.” She paused when they came to the debris he had mentioned. “She’s one of the ones that they tried to talk into working for them. She refused.”
Chris moved to lift her up to the ledge he had jumped down. She let him, crawling up with some struggle to the ledge. Her body was still weak, she was hoping that would pass soon.
“Sounds like Becky. How much do you actually know?”
“I was kept out of most of the larger projects, but… They have their spies on the outside, I risked my life giving information to BSAA as soon as it was founded. I was the one that gave them the suggestion to recruit you and Jill.” She looked away from him as he climbed up next to her.
“And here I thought that they just pulled my name from a hat.”
“Wesker said he had chosen you for S.T.A.R.S. because you were good. He had hoped to convert you and have you join the fold of Umbrella. He told me that when he took me from Leon’s. He also wanted Leon, but knew it was too risky to recruit him after how he had gotten me away from there.” She traced one of the scars on her arm lightly. “What happened to Gionne?”
“She was destroyed by the Uroboros.”
Sherry nodded. “Good, I didn’t like her. Wesker let her think she’d have a role in his world, he was only using her because she figured out how to make that damn serum to keep him stabilized. It’s why they kept me alive when they found out I was the spy. They needed my blood. Jill’s had the antibodies, but mine,” She let her voice trail off.
“Sherry?” Her words made him realize as much as he hated to admit it some of the others had more of a grudge against Umbrella. No one close to him had been killed, Sherry had lost her parents, and her childhood in the events that happened in the city after he and the other STARS survivors had split going after Spencer. Chris noted how she held herself, a little too straight, too tense, as if she was fighting herself, trying to keep from losing it. He caught the hand tracing the scar.
Blue eyes looked into his own dark ones.
“You’re not their property okay? We get you back to the States you can disappear if you want, or you can keep helping us to take them down.”
Sherry let her shoulders slump a little. “I’ll help. It’s all I know how to do.” She bit her lip her head turning a little, a scent was on the air. “Your people don’t carry C-4 do they?”
“No, flash bangs maybe, why?”
“I smell gun oil, C-4, and…” She paused, five of the people smelled like rotting flesh, one, had the scent of sakura. She wasn’t sure which to tell him, since she was sure Chris would be orrified hearing he smelled like a corpse to her.
“Sher?”
“I think they sent a B.O.W. to come get me, and it has keepers.”
Chris nodded motioning for her to get going. “First corridor to the right,” He was already checking his com, scowling when it wasn’t working. “We’re on our own.”
Sherry nodded heading down the corridor hearing his booted steps behind her. An explosion behind them made Chris grab her, shielding her from any shrapnel. She bit her lip closing her eyes, too close, he was too close, she pressed against the wall.
Wesker held Sherry still against the wall, he had one arm twisted behind her, is harsh reminder that she was weaker than the older B.O.W.
“You still need training.” He purred into her ear twisting her arm back more. The eighteen year old struggled against him.
“Wesker, please stop, it hurts.” She whimpered, before she could catch herself.
Hearing the name and the fear in her voice Chris eased up. “Sherry?”
She stayed quiet a moment. “We; should get going. It’s clear your people aren’t the only ones in here.” She kept her distance from him.
Fuck, the kid’s probably been tortured by his hand and I pull a move like that, way to go Redfield. He nodded though, slipping his spare gun from the holster. “Hey, here, in case we have to fight our way out of here.”
Sherry looked at the gun, then back at Chris. “Samurai Edge… I thought I had the only one that still existed.” She accepted it. “It’s heavier than mine, but I think I can use it.”
The small smile she gave eased him some. “So Wesker gave you his?” She gave a small nod as he ushered her towards the corridor, since the way he had come was now blocked. “It’ll be a little longer getting you back to camp.”
“It’s alright, as long as we have some transport once we’re outside.” She was silent again, trying her hardest to figure out where the Umbrella soldiers would be coming from. “Chris, I can’t smell them anymore,” Fear filled her voice. Is it because of the tank? I’m still weak from that…
The song lyrics at the beginning of the chapter was from War by Poets of the Fall
Rating: Teen to Adult, this deals with adult situations, and let's face it the games aren't geared for the ittie bitties
Pairings: Chris Redfield / Sherry Birkin, Leon Kennedy / Claire Redfield
Fandom: Resident Evil
Disclaimer: Just writing this monster for fun, Capcom owns all the characters I'm just borrowing them for AU tiems
Awakening When I thought that I fought this war alone
You were there by my side on the frontline ”All this work was to make sure you had a future Sherry. You think they’d accept a monster out there? You’re what your father made you. Weak, pathetic, why do I even waste my time with you.”
The memory of the voice hit like a sledge hammer, causing Sherry to jerk slightly, her eyes opening, though unseeing. A snarl showed on her lips as in her mind she was fighting the twins to get at Wesker. She could almost see the black leather long coat over black Kevlar, the same look that the twins and Steve wore as uniform.
Sherry herself was dressed in a white, the uniform was tailored to look a lot like Wesker’s own, the Kevlar vest tight fitting, buckled around her, the collar tall, zipped to the top, it was sleeveless, but nowhere as flashy as the clothing that she saw Ada Wong usually wear when she was working for Wesker. The matching jacket had the only splash of color that Sherry allowed herself in her white and silver. The lining of the soft white leather was a deep blue, matching her eyes when she was angered.
I’ll forge my own path! Like I’ve done the last ten years! You’re not going to have me as your little guard dog like you’ve made Steven. I may be a monster, but I’m still human. I won’t let what dad did to me change that! She thought only to flinch in pain as something shocked her. The pained cry was muffled by the concoction she was floating in. Sherry was weak from fighting the control that the system was trying to instill in her, but still able to fight. Her small flinch managed to break one of the seals on the containment unit, the liquid slowly starting to work it’s way out of the tank. I’m not a weapon for your use! I’ll be the weapon that will destroy you Wesker! She growled even though she didn’t lunge for another attack.
Sherry Birkin would not give Wesker the pleasure of her defeat, even through all the ‘testing’ she had been through, the torture, she was still fighting him.
The sound of footsteps, muffled, were heading closer to her. Sherry tensed, she knew whatever was coming was probably going to hurt like hell, but she was determined not to scream again. Never again, she’d never give him that again.
Chris Redfield scrambled over some of the wreckage, a few of the other BSAA team working a few levels down trying to extract the bodies locked within the tanks in order to burn them. They didn’t want anything surviving that would allow someone else to follow in the footsteps of Umbrella and Tricell.
The tank was dead ahead. The girl’s head was hanging down, she was either dead, or asleep, he couldn’t tell from where he was. Though he could tell there was something wrong with the unit that held her. The others hadn’t been filled with liquid, this one had a blue green tint to it. The woman trapped within almost didn’t look human with how the light made her skin a slightly lighter shade of the said concoction. The gun went up drawing a bead. It would be so fast, no one would have to worry about the G anymore…
She twitched in her sleep, eyes opening, seeming to look directly at him. Chris moved closer, there was something in those haunted unseeing eyes. She was fighting in her sleep. The eyes were pale, at first he thought maybe she wouldn’t be able to see, though closer look he noticed, instead of the hell fire look Wesker’s eyes had, even though hers had a look almost similar they were blue and silvered, the eyes softened. Can she see me?
Looking to the panel next to the tank he saw that it was sparking. Either from the fight with U-8 or some other time, Chris scowled a moment, slipping the gun away. “Jill, found her. The panel to open the tank’s damaged.” He tapped the earwig. “Kid’s having a nightmare, though I think she may have something more than just the G, her eyes are freaky like Wesker’s.”
He could see the bindings, scar tissue had formed around them, showing even though she had been put under she was still fighting them. If she was one of Wesker’s he would have made sure she was resting easily not in this mockery of a prison. He thought as he touched the glass, hoping to catch her attention. Kid, don’t make me regret releasing you. He thought as the strange eyes focused on him.
She weakly tugged again at her bindings. Lips moved, but there was no sound.
“Easy kid, I’m going to get you out of here. Understand?”
There was a moment, she watched his face and nodded.
“Is she wea-“
“No, she’s awake, I need to get her out of here, tank says it has anther ten minutes before it starts failing, and with how pale she looks, pretty sure she’ll need medical.”
He tried prying the cover of the consol off yelping when it shocked him. Energy danced in the fluid around the girl and the silent scream made him cringe slightly, last thing he wanted to do was hurt the kid. Though one of the straps holding her to the back of the tank seemed to snap.
Jill mentioned something else that he didn’t quite get as he drew the gun again. He waited to see if the girl was paying attention, she had, he hoped, slipped back into unconsciousness. Chris shot the panel, and the pod opened. Moving quickly he caught her arm before she spilled into the pit below, turning as he did so he fell to the catwalk, the small blond landing over him, mostly dead weight.
“Chris?”
“Got her, she’s…” He checked the side of her neck, there was a strained pulse, and she wasn’t breathing yet. “She’s still got a pulse, but she’s not breathing.” Even as he spoke she let out a raspy cough, choking a little on the liquid. He patted her back hoping to help dislodge it. Sherry coughed up water a few moments, her breathing coming in gasps. But she was alive.
“It’s good, she’s up.” He sighed with relief.
Sherry recovered enough to pull back from him, sitting on the catwalk watching him with her strange eyes a moment. Chris scooted back a little, holding his hands out.
“Easy, I’m not going to hurt you okay?”
“Claire’s brother,” Her voice was soft, at first Chris wasn’t sure he had heard her, but he nodded.
“Yes,” He tensed ever so slightly, still wondering if it had been a bad idea to get the kid out of the tank. She didn’t move from where she was seated. “Sherry Birkin right?”
She nodded, her eyes showed she had thought of something. “Valentine? Wesker had her, he was hurting her… I tried to get help. My contact, was he able to get to his superiors?”
“He’s fine, so’s Jill. She was one of the ones that found out you were here.” The girl was recovering faster than he thought she really should, but she wasn’t acting like she was going to be a threat. He eased up, one hand actually going to snap his holster closed. “Wesker’s dead, it’s over.”
She bit her lip a little but nodded ever so slightly.
Chris noted she was still trembling a little. “Hey, it’s okay you’re not going to be hurt okay? We’ll get you home.”
“You wouldn’t say that if you knew what I’ve done. I’m just as dangerous as Wesker was.” She didn’t move. “They made me into a monster because I had the unfortunate luck of surviving the G infection.” She blinked when his hand was in front of her face. Looking up at him she saw he was offering a hand to help her up.
“I won’t let them lock you up again for it Sherry. You help us out here, we’ll help make sure you stay free back in the States. All I ask for in return is that you don’t make me regret it.”
She looked at his hand again and nodded taking his hand. “I’ll do my best not to disappoint.” She let him help her to her feet.
“You going to be okay barefooted? The junction’s over the rubble there, I can try to carry you.”
“I’ll walk,” She did grip his arm a little stepping closer. Sherry hated the weak feeling she had, but was determined not to slow him down. “How many people are here?”
He glanced at her. “A few, why?”
“I’ll need fresh air before confronting a large group. I’m guessing a doctor will see me as soon as I’m out?” Her hand on his arm trembled at that. She remembered the tests she had endured so long because of the virus.
Chris placed his hand on hers. “You won’t have to do anything you don’t want as soon as we get to the surface okay? I’ll make sure they leave you alone for a little while.” He caught her nod. “You’ll have to have some tests run before we can take you back to the States, but there’ll be another Raccoon survivor there.”
Sherry thought a moment, trying to remember the names and faces of the other Raccoon City survivors that Wesker had kept tabs on. “Dr. Rebecca Chambers. She’s in the CDC.”
“Looks like they were keeping tabs on her as well.”
“He kept tabs on everyone that made it out of the city, in case they proved useful. Even Claire has someone watching her.” She walked behind him. “Wesker was the tip of the iceberg though. There are others, they’ll be more cautious than he was.” She paused when they came to the debris he had mentioned. “She’s one of the ones that they tried to talk into working for them. She refused.”
Chris moved to lift her up to the ledge he had jumped down. She let him, crawling up with some struggle to the ledge. Her body was still weak, she was hoping that would pass soon.
“Sounds like Becky. How much do you actually know?”
“I was kept out of most of the larger projects, but… They have their spies on the outside, I risked my life giving information to BSAA as soon as it was founded. I was the one that gave them the suggestion to recruit you and Jill.” She looked away from him as he climbed up next to her.
“And here I thought that they just pulled my name from a hat.”
“Wesker said he had chosen you for S.T.A.R.S. because you were good. He had hoped to convert you and have you join the fold of Umbrella. He told me that when he took me from Leon’s. He also wanted Leon, but knew it was too risky to recruit him after how he had gotten me away from there.” She traced one of the scars on her arm lightly. “What happened to Gionne?”
“She was destroyed by the Uroboros.”
Sherry nodded. “Good, I didn’t like her. Wesker let her think she’d have a role in his world, he was only using her because she figured out how to make that damn serum to keep him stabilized. It’s why they kept me alive when they found out I was the spy. They needed my blood. Jill’s had the antibodies, but mine,” She let her voice trail off.
“Sherry?” Her words made him realize as much as he hated to admit it some of the others had more of a grudge against Umbrella. No one close to him had been killed, Sherry had lost her parents, and her childhood in the events that happened in the city after he and the other STARS survivors had split going after Spencer. Chris noted how she held herself, a little too straight, too tense, as if she was fighting herself, trying to keep from losing it. He caught the hand tracing the scar.
Blue eyes looked into his own dark ones.
“You’re not their property okay? We get you back to the States you can disappear if you want, or you can keep helping us to take them down.”
Sherry let her shoulders slump a little. “I’ll help. It’s all I know how to do.” She bit her lip her head turning a little, a scent was on the air. “Your people don’t carry C-4 do they?”
“No, flash bangs maybe, why?”
“I smell gun oil, C-4, and…” She paused, five of the people smelled like rotting flesh, one, had the scent of sakura. She wasn’t sure which to tell him, since she was sure Chris would be orrified hearing he smelled like a corpse to her.
“Sher?”
“I think they sent a B.O.W. to come get me, and it has keepers.”
Chris nodded motioning for her to get going. “First corridor to the right,” He was already checking his com, scowling when it wasn’t working. “We’re on our own.”
Sherry nodded heading down the corridor hearing his booted steps behind her. An explosion behind them made Chris grab her, shielding her from any shrapnel. She bit her lip closing her eyes, too close, he was too close, she pressed against the wall.
Wesker held Sherry still against the wall, he had one arm twisted behind her, is harsh reminder that she was weaker than the older B.O.W.
“You still need training.” He purred into her ear twisting her arm back more. The eighteen year old struggled against him.
“Wesker, please stop, it hurts.” She whimpered, before she could catch herself.
Hearing the name and the fear in her voice Chris eased up. “Sherry?”
She stayed quiet a moment. “We; should get going. It’s clear your people aren’t the only ones in here.” She kept her distance from him.
Fuck, the kid’s probably been tortured by his hand and I pull a move like that, way to go Redfield. He nodded though, slipping his spare gun from the holster. “Hey, here, in case we have to fight our way out of here.”
Sherry looked at the gun, then back at Chris. “Samurai Edge… I thought I had the only one that still existed.” She accepted it. “It’s heavier than mine, but I think I can use it.”
The small smile she gave eased him some. “So Wesker gave you his?” She gave a small nod as he ushered her towards the corridor, since the way he had come was now blocked. “It’ll be a little longer getting you back to camp.”
“It’s alright, as long as we have some transport once we’re outside.” She was silent again, trying her hardest to figure out where the Umbrella soldiers would be coming from. “Chris, I can’t smell them anymore,” Fear filled her voice. Is it because of the tank? I’m still weak from that…
The song lyrics at the beginning of the chapter was from War by Poets of the Fall