The first most reliable lead Agents Redfield and Valentine had received about the location of Ozwell E. Spencer - Umbrella’s Founder - lead them to Europe. Spencer’s castle, up on some cliffs. It was dark out; a storm brewing in the distance. Most of their missions had this typical eerie atmosphere about them. The Spencer estate was almost deserted, but that did not affect their belief that this was the place their target had been hiding all of this time, and it meant that getting to the man would be no problem, as well.
They finally arrived at the door of the Umbrella Founder’s living quarters. After preparing to storm the room, they eventually burst in, weapons at the ready as they quickly scanned the room looking for their target. Chris trains his weapon on a body, lay in a pool of blood, and then an empty wheel chair. He looks up at the windows; a dark figure stood at them, and it slowly turns to face them.
A lightning flash lit up the figure’s face as it twisted into a too familiar cold smirk. Shades, and those red, evil-filled eyes. The eyes which belonged to the man who’d killed his comrades, and betrayed them - the reason their world‘s future suffers. By far the worst bio-terrorist in Agent Redfield’s books.
He calls Wesker’s name out, confirming it, and was already firing. He trusted that Jill would not hesitate, either. Seeing as Ozwell E. Spencer, their primary target had been murdered, they would instead deal with Wesker, finally bringing him to justice.
At first it was hard to believe that they had a reliable lead to the location of Ozwell E. Spencer, but when she was looking upon the castle that belonged to Umberlla's founder, she knew that it wouldn't belong before they were back into the old swing of things. She hated the fact that no matter what they were doing, their missions had this ominous atmosphere that clinged to it. The feeling that it gave her almost always had her on edge, but she knew that sh needed to be calm and controlled and ready for everything.
Not even God knew what was going to happen to them once they pushed through the doors they were pressed against. With a nod to her partner, the only person that Jill trusted with her life, they stormed into the room with their weapons ready. For a brief second her eyes looked upon the body on the floor but they quickly darted towards the the figure standing before them.
She had a feeling she knew who it was, but she wanted to deny it. They were not prepared to fight against him, but there was no backing out now. Hopefully with the small arsenal they had at the moment, they'd be able to bring the bastard that betrayed them to justice.
The second Chris began firing shorts, Jill was right behind him - Jill was always there to back Chris' actions up. She prayed there was some luck that would help them deal with the bastard. He needed to be brought down and they were the only people able to do it.
As Wesker turned, another flash of lightning threw the faces of the intruders into sharp relief. His cold face took on a smirk of delight. What a wonderful coincidence, that Chris and Jill should have been brought to him on this night. He'd already resolved one piece of his past tonight - and now here before him stood the man who'd nearly ruined everything, and his partner. Fitting that they should meet like this. It meant he could bring an end to everything that had plagued him all these years.
The expressions on their faces filled him with a dark joy. Bullets flew at him and he avoided the first few with a mere shrug of his shoulders before he began dashing toward his enemies, his speed so great that he appeared to be only a blur. He loved to put his power to use like this. He could feel the bullets as they flashed past, never quite striking yet they still kept coming. What fools. No doubt they'd come expecting to interrogate Spencer. Whoops-a-daisy, bit late there.
Wesker attacked Chris first, grabbing his arm, throwing a hook to his face, unleashing every ounce of contempt he held for the man. He finished with an uppercut to the abdomen and moved on to Jill. The woman had never really foiled him, or at least not as much as Chris but he knew that it was one of Chris's weak spots. Easily avoiding the spray of bullets he dashed at her. A growl escaped him as he grabbed her by the neck and lifted her high up, then began to squeeze, a smile on his face all the while.
The uppercut to his abdomen sent him crashing into the ground with a grunt and he'd lost his weapon in the struggle against Wesker's hits, but he soon jumped up again. To attack Wesker and make sure his partner wasn't recieving the brunt of Wesker's attacks.
Once he had them both in his line of sight, he noticed, to his horror, that Wesker had Valentine pinned up against the wall in a choke hold -- he didn't even plan his next attack; he just dashed forward to Wesker, throwing a punch -- it wouldn't matter if Wesker dodged it so long as Wesker let go of Jill. Even though his comrade was as much of a fighter as he was, he hated seeing her struggle in his nemesis' clutches.
He threw more punches, hoping to hit him once. He was giving Wesker all he had to dispose of him, as well as protecting his partner.
When Wesker went to attack Chris, panic came over Jill. Her heart was racing faster in her chest and she continued firing shots at the man. What else could she do to get the man away from her partner. That's why she continued to fire shots at him until he pinned her against the wall.
Her hand gripped his wrist as she tried to pull his hand away from her neck - she was struggling and gasping for air. She tried to kick him but there was little use in the action. Looking over at Chris, she wanted to tell him to go. Run. Get far away from here while he as distracted, but she knew he wouldn't abandon her.
Wesker grinned, amused by Jill's futile attempts to escape him. He continued to close his hand, his fingers digging in mercilessly. Another few seconds and it would have been over but he was interrupted by Chris's antics. Nothing new there.
He released Jill and dodged backwards. He was mildly disappointed that he hadn't been able to crush Jill's throat, but not to worry, he'd get his chance soon enough. Twitching his head from side to side, he avoided Chris's punches without difficulty. A fist flew at his face and Wesker caught it. His wolfish grin turned into a snarl as he gripped Chris's hand and twisted it round violently. He threw his own punch and unlike Redfield's pathetic efforts, it connected solidly. When were they going to learn?
As her need for oxygen grew more violent, Jill struggled more but the more she struggled the tighter Wesker's grip around her neck tightened. Before long Jill's struggles began to lessen as she started to get slightly light headed from the lack of oxygen. Suddenly his grip let up and Jill went falling to the ground. In horror she watched as Chris attempted to fight their enemy off to give her a chance to catch her breath.
Desperately she searched the ground for her gun. She knew that it was some where near and once she found it Jill began to fire at Wesker once more. Like hell was she going to let him hurt Chris while there was still a breath in her lungs.
When her gun dry clicked, Jill dropped it instantly and withdrew her combat knife. It was best to keep him distracted while Chris recovered from the attack from Wesker. She charged at him and attempted to get a few quick jabs in.
When Jill returned to firing more shots, Wesker dismissed Chris with a sharp jab to his back and resumed dodging. He moved backwards before launching into a midair twirl, his coat billowing round him and the bullets flying past yet again. He smirked at the sound of the dead man's click, still wearing the same expression as Chris tried to attack again without any results.
Suddenly instead of bullets, a knife flashing bright in the moonlight swerved in front of him. Tactics change, good idea but still useless. Did they honestly think they would be able to beat him, here and now? It was a childish hope. Blocking Jill's next swing of her blade, he struck her round the middle, sending the foolish woman flying, the crash as she slammed into the bookcase sounding so very satisfying to his ears.
Free to turn his attention to Chris, Wesker went all out on him, flinging his hated enemy up into the air and clasping his hand round the man's throat. A long table was nearby and Wesker put it to good use, throwing Chris onto it before dragging him along roughly, another low growl. He shoved Chris off the end of the table and for a moment there was a brief lull in the battle.
It didn't last long though. Wesker stalked over to where Chris lay, clenching and unclenching his fist. For a second time he grabbed him by the throat and lifted him high above the floor. Again he began to squeeze mercilessly, and he pulled back his other hand. With a ruthless smile, he spoke for the first time.
He could do nothing but grunt and groan uselessly at the beating Wesker was giving him (not even capable of blocking any of the attacks) and Jill. No matter how hard he pushed himself to land a hit in, he just couldn’t. Wesker’s super-human strength was too much - he was too fast. He was in agony over Wesker’s punches and throws - but even more so at the abuse he was laying into Valentine and he could do nothing to stop it. So powerless to protect her and take the blows - stop him from hurting his partner as much as he was.
Before he knew it, he was being dragged along a table (trying to loosen the grip Wesker had over his throat, but he couldn’t, then digging his heel into the surface) and hurled to the other side of the room. Rolling around, he tried to stand back up and face Wesker once again, but it was useless. Chris found himself rising; Wesker was forcing him up from the ground, holding him up in the air, his grip tightening. There was nothing he could do but try and kick his legs feebly; growling as he struggled to break free. Eventually he finds himself turning to look into the eyes of Wesker - into the eyes of his failure, his worst defeat. He watched through broken eyes as Wesker drew his clenched fist back. As Wesker did this, Chris pathetically turned away, flinching.
This was it… he was going to be killed at the hands of that scum Albert Wesker. Worse still, Jill would be left defenseless. No amount of their training had proved useful in this battle. The callous man was way too damn strong.
Jill had no idea why she had been firing shots at Wesker - it was apparent when she had fired the first few rounds with Chris that Wesker was able to practically stand there and the bullets would project away from him. She had no idea how he did it, but it was starting to piss her off. How were they going to win when he was practically invincible? She even attempted to change tactics in hopes to surprise him, but he proved to be far beyond her skills. No amount of training would have been able to prepare either of them for this battle. It was better to go out with a fight than to give up and die.
The air was knocked out of Jill’s lungs when Wesker punched her in the middle. Jill was almost certain that she felt a few ribs crack due to the sheer force that Wesker used to punch her. The pain that was in her chest was nothing compared to the pain that she experienced as she crashed into the bookcase. She would have screamed in agony if there had been any air in her lungs, but it was all knocked out upon impact.
As Jill’s body hit the ground there was a loud crashing sound as she landed on the debris that was laying there from the bookcase breaking from her impact. She knew that she couldn’t be down for long. Who knew what Wesker was doing to Chris? As she got up, Jill’s blue eyes adjusted and she watched in horror as her partner was dragged across a table then thrown to the ground. To watch that happen and being unable to do anything caused Jill’s heart to ache in a way that it never had before.
I’ve gotta think of something.
She wasn’t sure what she could do to save Chris and hoped Wesker would have left him alone when he threw him to the ground. Of course Wesker wouldn’t have left Chris alone. The man grabbed her partner up by the throat and held him in the air. She wasn’t able to hear anything that Wesker said. All sound was drowned out by her mind screaming at her to do something and her heart beating in her chest.
“NO!!”
Using what strength she had left, Jill charged at Wesker. She knew she wouldn’t be able to fight against him after this, but she was going to do her best to save her partner and protect him. Once she was within distance of him, Jill tackled Wesker and knocked Chris out of his hands. Jill used enough force to send them flying through the windows. She wrapped her arms tightly around him as she fell towards the bottom below.
Wesker's eyes never left Chris's face as he prepared to bring an end to this man who had caused him such trouble, for so many years. He'd been plagued by Redfield and all his pathetic friends - even his sister - for far too long now. Tonight meant an end and beginning; an end to everything that had ever stood in his way and a beginning for his new world, his shining vision.
He didn't miss Chris flinching and it only served to delight him further. How sad, Chris, I'd wanted to see the expression on your face as you died. But it was of no concern to him. From the side, he was vaguely aware of Jill's voice, rising in a scream directed at him. He paid her no heed, having already dismissed her. Let her protest all she liked. Wesker hardly even registered the fact that she was rushing at him.
He did register the fact that she'd suddenly slammed into him. Startled, Wesker released Chris and found himself crashing through the windows, all sound drowned out by the harsh noise of breaking glass. He tried to twist a little in her grip but it was already too late: the pair were plummeting down, to the bottom of the cliffs and the most he really had time to think was, 'Not quite as planned...
He had expected his death. His skull caving in because of the blow. And he knew it would take one almighty crash to the head. He hears Jill’s cries of protest and fast approaching footsteps. Instead of death, Wesker was ripped out of the way with great force and Chris was let go as a result. Glass was smashed and then--
Quiet. An eerie silence. He breaks it with his own splutters and shuffle of his feet as he forces himself to stand regardless of the pain he was feeling all over his body.
They’re gone.
He climbs up, looking over the window ledge quickly, screaming out her name and he reaches out in another hopeless attempt at putting a stop to this madness. The pain in his heart greater than that of his body. He couldn’t believe it. He didn’t want to. He wanted to jerk up awake in his bed with Jill at his side. It was just a nightmare, it wasn’t real.
But, no… he could do nothing but watch as his lifetime partner fell to her death.
They finally arrived at the door of the Umbrella Founder’s living quarters. After preparing to storm the room, they eventually burst in, weapons at the ready as they quickly scanned the room looking for their target. Chris trains his weapon on a body, lay in a pool of blood, and then an empty wheel chair. He looks up at the windows; a dark figure stood at them, and it slowly turns to face them.
A lightning flash lit up the figure’s face as it twisted into a too familiar cold smirk. Shades, and those red, evil-filled eyes. The eyes which belonged to the man who’d killed his comrades, and betrayed them - the reason their world‘s future suffers. By far the worst bio-terrorist in Agent Redfield’s books.
He calls Wesker’s name out, confirming it, and was already firing. He trusted that Jill would not hesitate, either. Seeing as Ozwell E. Spencer, their primary target had been murdered, they would instead deal with Wesker, finally bringing him to justice.
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Not even God knew what was going to happen to them once they pushed through the doors they were pressed against. With a nod to her partner, the only person that Jill trusted with her life, they stormed into the room with their weapons ready. For a brief second her eyes looked upon the body on the floor but they quickly darted towards the the figure standing before them.
She had a feeling she knew who it was, but she wanted to deny it. They were not prepared to fight against him, but there was no backing out now. Hopefully with the small arsenal they had at the moment, they'd be able to bring the bastard that betrayed them to justice.
The second Chris began firing shorts, Jill was right behind him - Jill was always there to back Chris' actions up. She prayed there was some luck that would help them deal with the bastard. He needed to be brought down and they were the only people able to do it.
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The expressions on their faces filled him with a dark joy. Bullets flew at him and he avoided the first few with a mere shrug of his shoulders before he began dashing toward his enemies, his speed so great that he appeared to be only a blur. He loved to put his power to use like this. He could feel the bullets as they flashed past, never quite striking yet they still kept coming. What fools. No doubt they'd come expecting to interrogate Spencer. Whoops-a-daisy, bit late there.
Wesker attacked Chris first, grabbing his arm, throwing a hook to his face, unleashing every ounce of contempt he held for the man. He finished with an uppercut to the abdomen and moved on to Jill. The woman had never really foiled him, or at least not as much as Chris but he knew that it was one of Chris's weak spots. Easily avoiding the spray of bullets he dashed at her. A growl escaped him as he grabbed her by the neck and lifted her high up, then began to squeeze, a smile on his face all the while.
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Once he had them both in his line of sight, he noticed, to his horror, that Wesker had Valentine pinned up against the wall in a choke hold -- he didn't even plan his next attack; he just dashed forward to Wesker, throwing a punch -- it wouldn't matter if Wesker dodged it so long as Wesker let go of Jill. Even though his comrade was as much of a fighter as he was, he hated seeing her struggle in his nemesis' clutches.
He threw more punches, hoping to hit him once. He was giving Wesker all he had to dispose of him, as well as protecting his partner.
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Her hand gripped his wrist as she tried to pull his hand away from her neck - she was struggling and gasping for air. She tried to kick him but there was little use in the action. Looking over at Chris, she wanted to tell him to go. Run. Get far away from here while he as distracted, but she knew he wouldn't abandon her.
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He released Jill and dodged backwards. He was mildly disappointed that he hadn't been able to crush Jill's throat, but not to worry, he'd get his chance soon enough. Twitching his head from side to side, he avoided Chris's punches without difficulty. A fist flew at his face and Wesker caught it. His wolfish grin turned into a snarl as he gripped Chris's hand and twisted it round violently. He threw his own punch and unlike Redfield's pathetic efforts, it connected solidly. When were they going to learn?
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Desperately she searched the ground for her gun. She knew that it was some where near and once she found it Jill began to fire at Wesker once more. Like hell was she going to let him hurt Chris while there was still a breath in her lungs.
When her gun dry clicked, Jill dropped it instantly and withdrew her combat knife. It was best to keep him distracted while Chris recovered from the attack from Wesker. She charged at him and attempted to get a few quick jabs in.
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Suddenly instead of bullets, a knife flashing bright in the moonlight swerved in front of him. Tactics change, good idea but still useless. Did they honestly think they would be able to beat him, here and now? It was a childish hope. Blocking Jill's next swing of her blade, he struck her round the middle, sending the foolish woman flying, the crash as she slammed into the bookcase sounding so very satisfying to his ears.
Free to turn his attention to Chris, Wesker went all out on him, flinging his hated enemy up into the air and clasping his hand round the man's throat. A long table was nearby and Wesker put it to good use, throwing Chris onto it before dragging him along roughly, another low growl. He shoved Chris off the end of the table and for a moment there was a brief lull in the battle.
It didn't last long though. Wesker stalked over to where Chris lay, clenching and unclenching his fist. For a second time he grabbed him by the throat and lifted him high above the floor. Again he began to squeeze mercilessly, and he pulled back his other hand. With a ruthless smile, he spoke for the first time.
"Let's finish this."
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Before he knew it, he was being dragged along a table (trying to loosen the grip Wesker had over his throat, but he couldn’t, then digging his heel into the surface) and hurled to the other side of the room. Rolling around, he tried to stand back up and face Wesker once again, but it was useless. Chris found himself rising; Wesker was forcing him up from the ground, holding him up in the air, his grip tightening. There was nothing he could do but try and kick his legs feebly; growling as he struggled to break free. Eventually he finds himself turning to look into the eyes of Wesker - into the eyes of his failure, his worst defeat. He watched through broken eyes as Wesker drew his clenched fist back. As Wesker did this, Chris pathetically turned away, flinching.
This was it… he was going to be killed at the hands of that scum Albert Wesker. Worse still, Jill would be left defenseless. No amount of their training had proved useful in this battle. The callous man was way too damn strong.
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The air was knocked out of Jill’s lungs when Wesker punched her in the middle. Jill was almost certain that she felt a few ribs crack due to the sheer force that Wesker used to punch her. The pain that was in her chest was nothing compared to the pain that she experienced as she crashed into the bookcase. She would have screamed in agony if there had been any air in her lungs, but it was all knocked out upon impact.
As Jill’s body hit the ground there was a loud crashing sound as she landed on the debris that was laying there from the bookcase breaking from her impact. She knew that she couldn’t be down for long. Who knew what Wesker was doing to Chris? As she got up, Jill’s blue eyes adjusted and she watched in horror as her partner was dragged across a table then thrown to the ground. To watch that happen and being unable to do anything caused Jill’s heart to ache in a way that it never had before.
I’ve gotta think of something.
She wasn’t sure what she could do to save Chris and hoped Wesker would have left him alone when he threw him to the ground. Of course Wesker wouldn’t have left Chris alone. The man grabbed her partner up by the throat and held him in the air. She wasn’t able to hear anything that Wesker said. All sound was drowned out by her mind screaming at her to do something and her heart beating in her chest.
“NO!!”
Using what strength she had left, Jill charged at Wesker. She knew she wouldn’t be able to fight against him after this, but she was going to do her best to save her partner and protect him. Once she was within distance of him, Jill tackled Wesker and knocked Chris out of his hands. Jill used enough force to send them flying through the windows. She wrapped her arms tightly around him as she fell towards the bottom below.
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He didn't miss Chris flinching and it only served to delight him further. How sad, Chris, I'd wanted to see the expression on your face as you died. But it was of no concern to him. From the side, he was vaguely aware of Jill's voice, rising in a scream directed at him. He paid her no heed, having already dismissed her. Let her protest all she liked. Wesker hardly even registered the fact that she was rushing at him.
He did register the fact that she'd suddenly slammed into him. Startled, Wesker released Chris and found himself crashing through the windows, all sound drowned out by the harsh noise of breaking glass. He tried to twist a little in her grip but it was already too late: the pair were plummeting down, to the bottom of the cliffs and the most he really had time to think was, 'Not quite as planned...
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Quiet. An eerie silence. He breaks it with his own splutters and shuffle of his feet as he forces himself to stand regardless of the pain he was feeling all over his body.
They’re gone.
He climbs up, looking over the window ledge quickly, screaming out her name and he reaches out in another hopeless attempt at putting a stop to this madness. The pain in his heart greater than that of his body. He couldn’t believe it. He didn’t want to. He wanted to jerk up awake in his bed with Jill at his side. It was just a nightmare, it wasn’t real.
But, no… he could do nothing but watch as his lifetime partner fell to her death.
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