I needed a home for this rp....
When Chris, Sheva, Jill, and Josh start to wrap up the mission...they started hearing odd rumors. Rumors about a man that was found by a tribe near a volcano.
Chris just had to go investigate. That was the only way he could be sure that it wasn't Wesker. He had his doubts that he was still alive, but that b*****d never seemed to stay dead.
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When Chris, Sheva, Jill, and Josh start to wrap up the mission...they started hearing odd rumors. Rumors about a man that was found by a tribe near a volcano.
Chris just had to go investigate. That was the only way he could be sure that it wasn't Wesker. He had his doubts that he was still alive, but that b*****d never seemed to stay dead.
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Damn it, doesn't this fool know the meanning of the word 'dead?'
But of course, that would've been to easy. Wesker is just that type of idiot that comes around once every hundred years, and apparently lava isn't enough to end this stupid little game of his. Chris wasn't all that thrilled to be trekking around to find a village that was almost completely gone from the map; thick trees and jumbled weeds were littered the area around. Who the hell in there right mind would even build a house this far anyway?! Sighing to himself, Chris swatted away a vine as he entered the village, "hell to this...but..."
He just had to know. He had to find out.
After hearing this disturbing rumor not even a week ago, the mood back at home drifted back into the tense atmosphere they were in before. Chris didn't want to go back to living like that again.
Sheva had a machete in hand and hacking away at the dense jungle. She sighed. "No way he lived through that Chris. This has to be somebody else. You are being paranoid." She was trying to comfort herself more than him. That fight had been terrifying and they barely got away. What would happen if he was still alive and the virus went into full affect? Would he be even stronger? There was no way they could possibly win against that again. She swallowed thickly and deep lines of worry etched their way across her features.
How could someone possibly go as far as to declare themselves a god? It was scary to think that a person like that had all the resources to bring the end of the world as they knew it.
Jill turned back to Sheva and smirked weakly, "don't even bother with Chris, he won't stop untill this rumor is cleared."
"I'm still here."
"I know that," She spat back with dry humor.
Chris groaned and turned back toward Sheva, "look...I know what happened to Wesker may have looked fatal. But you know just as well as I do that b*****d won't stop untill that virus is spread world wide. I just want to make sure that this rumor is false so we don't have to be so on edge again; I can tell you are." But she wasn't the only only. He's begin feeling the cold pricks of doubt jabbing into his stomach ever since that fateful day. Was Wesker really dead? And if he was, what would happen to us if he wasn't? It looks like those fears were about to re-surface.
Jill bit her lip soft and turned back to Chris, they all had stopped moving once her partner had started to speak. He has a point...but even so...
"We shouldn't let this get to us Chris! We finished him-"
"I still want to make sure, damn it!"
Sheva nodded and continued hacking away at the vines in front of her till she came to a small narrow clearing. She smiled and walked into it and stopped in front of a massive wooden gate with sharpened tops. "We would like to enter." She called out loud enough for them to hear. "We are from the B.S.A.A. and we are here about the man you found near the volcano."
She was worried they were going to turn them away, but the massive gate started opening. She let out a sigh of relief and motioned for the other two to follow her into the village. "Let's hope he isn't who we think he is." She muttered darkly under her breath. She couldn't believe that Chris and Jill had such a deep...connection? With him...well more like history. Yes that's the word.
Jill rolled her eyes and walked in with Sheva, "took them long enough..." She looked back at Chris who was only a few feet behind them and sighed quietly, "sometimes I don't even know what's going through that mans head...and that's saying something."
Chris was ignoring Jill and trying to keep his train of thought moving in the direction it should be; Albert Wesker. Power-hungry, knowledgeable, Albert Wesker was a man who sought power and domination over the entire human race, all for his own gain, no less. And if that finally attack really didn't kill him...then what? Would Jill, Sheva and him have to be thrown into a battle for which they were hardly prepared for? All the time they spent packing, and have yet to have enough space for the big, usefull weapons that'll save their asses. Even if Wesker survived, would he be injured? Is he healed already? So many outcomes and none of them can be nailed as 'positive.'
"..ogh we can, right Chris?"
He blinked up at Jill, "what?"
"Honestly Chris..."
Sheva had been the first to be led into a hut and what she saw made her sick.
Wesker lying there, asleep or unconscious, but otherwise unharmed. In fact he looked better than ever. She almost threw up right then and there. He hands were shaking so bad that she couldn't even pull her gun out of the holster. "Ch-Chris...Jill....he is still alive." She said weakly.
Chris felt bile rise in his throat as he stared down at the man they knew as Wesker, "well god damn..."
Jill scowled and reached for her gun, but was stopped by Chris.
"I can't believe this. All our work for naught. He is still alive Chris? This monster is still alive?" She backed away quickly to the frame of the door. "What are we going to do? We have to call the B.S.A.A--" Sheva's words were cut off as the sound of shuffling came from the makeshift bed. She looked up to see a very disoriented confused Wesker.
Chris pushed back a very angry Jill and aimed a pistol toward Wesker, a grimace full of confusion and anger slowly began its climb onto his face. Why? Why the hell is he still alive damn it!? The grip he had on the gun slowly began to tighten, "Wesker! How the hell did you survive?!" The question was more directed to everyone in the room instead of just the blonde man before him, "you died...you can't be alive anymore!" His teeth grinded together.
Jill stopped fighting againts Chris and growled, "forget the damn questions and just kill the damn b*****d! He doesn't desirve another second on the world he tried so hard to dominate!" The acid in her tone was thick and hard not to notice. "Pull th-"
"SHUT UP JILL! I HAVE TO KNOW!" He barked behind to the fumming woman behind him, then quickly whipped his gaze back onto Wesker. What the hell is with that look on his face...he'd never show any emotion like...confusion? Yes, that's it. Could there have been something they over looked? Something Chris had failed to consider that day? No, that would've been impossible. He never mad mistakes like this, Wesker was burned down to the bone, so...so why god damn it?!
Wesker cringed slightly away from the gun pointed in his face. He leaned over a little and pushed it away so it was no longer aimed at him. He looked up into angry dark blue eyes and shook his head, "I have no clue as to what you are talking about. I do not even recall my own name. So please do not accuse me of things I have no recollection of." His tone of voice was still arrogant, a personality trait that obviously did not disappear with his memories, but with a tinge of uncertainty. Who were these people and why where they so riled up?
