Chris' Flashback to the Spencer Estate Incident

"You...you must be Albert."

The large castle-like chamber was solemn, much like the old man himself. It was primarily illuminated by the silver celestial body, taking in light from the floor-to-ceiling glass windows.

The characteristic low, deadpan chuckle sounded through the room, echoing off the high walls.

"We meet at last, Spencer," said the man with the shades, halting beside Spencer, head raised slightly. "I have been dying to meet you."

Ozwell E. Spencer did not look at Wesker, but simply leaned back into his wheelchair, putting his hands together in a haughty manner.

"I know why you are here," he said. "You want to reestablish our great company, do you not? However..." he coughed as Wesker paced about him, a smug look on his face. "All was lost with Raccoon City...

"You want to build another Umbrella...under your own name."

Wesker laughed quietly, moving behind Spencer, gazing out of the window at the obscure sea far off the cliffs.

"I have all of the data, Spencer," he began. "My plan has carried on since before the initial outbreak. You and your colleagues contorted the original meaning of the word "umbrella" and played with fire. Now," he stepped in front of Spencer, a gloved hand raised. "now I am going to "reopen" the parasol!"

Spencer looked up at the cruelly smiling face of death, a subtle smirk spreading across his terribly aged features.

"You can try."


Jill and Chris cleared the dark corridor quickly, hoping that their target was still around.

"Chris, this might be it...

"Yeah, we can put a stop to all of this," Chris stated; he stopped, having heard a sound coming from a pair of doors to their left. He gestured to Jill, and she nodded, moving to open the door.

Chris rushed past as soon as she gave him entry, and stopped, his heart suddenly going cold.

Jill moved to his side, gun aimed at the man in front of the huge window as well. The man in black turned around, facing them with a grin on his face.

"Wesker!" Chris immediately opened fire, Jill following suit; their shots, however, meant nothing to the former S.T.A.R.S. captain. Wesker moved towards them, appearing in one spot, then another, the bullets not even coming close to striking him. Chris kept his cool, though, hoping that a point blank shot would do the trick.

Before he knew it, though, a cool hand grabbed his, and his Beretta flew aside; his breath was driven from him in a single strike and an swift uppercut sent him staggering backwards. The inhuman man turned his shaded sight to his partner.

Jill kept firing, trying to step over to Chris. Wesker suddenly appeared by her and, in an instant, had her against one of the chill stone walls, off the ground. She gasped, feeling her assailant's grip tighten; Wesker simply stared at her, not saying a word.

A cry came from his right and he took a blow from Chris. He spun away, frowning, and block several more attacks from the determined man. One of his fists finally collided with Wesker's face, but it did no apparent damage--Wesker did not even flinch.

Chris, shocked, stepped back; he received a backhand from his adversary, and Jill stepped in for him. She was punched aside, then Wesker evaded a fast knife swipe; annoyed, he stepped behind her and pulled a fist back, then thrust her across the the room--nearly thirty feet--with a powerful palm strike. Jill hit the wall with a sickening, painful crunch. She half-dropped to the floor, her arms keeping her up, trembling.

Chris threw another punch--at the air, then felt a punch to his gut; before he knew it Wesker had beat him into the air then caught him in his waiting grip. Letting out a grunt, he suddenly took a running step and ran Chris all the way over a sturdy dining table, throwing him off at the end. Chris' back hurt, his body twisting as he sailed over the steps, hitting the floor and skidding to a halt before the window, unable to move. He caught a blurry glimpse of his nemesis approaching at a walking pace.

Jill, body aching, saw the two. "No!" She pushed herself up and made for Chris.

Wesker flexed his left hand, reaching the top of the steps and grabbing Chris up from the ground, raising him above him. He smiled, feeling a strong sense of accomplishment. It was time for sweet revenge!

He watched as Chris struggled to free himself, too weak to even swing; Wesker raised his arm in a threatening manner, relishing his last few moments with one of his best men.

"Let's finish this!" he said with feeling, and made to drive his fist into Chris--when, in an instant, he was falling into the window.

Without a word, Jill had thrown herself into the powerful man, sending them both crashing through the window and into the cool night air, glass shards raining all about them. Chris leaned out over the sill, seeing Jill wrapped around Wesker, both of them plummeting to their deaths. He gasped, not believing it...

"JILLLLLL!"

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written by Drew Caine on March 7, 2009