Innocence

A/N: This is going to be a three part story, meaning only three chapters. So, it's not going to be a very long story. This is my version of RE5's ending, how I think it should have ended. Chris and Sheva rescue Jill and leave her to go stop Wesker once and for all. Jill, full of guilt, hate, and fear, decides to go after them to help them destroy their nemesis that has caused the world so much horror. Please enjoy! XD

Disclaimer: I do not own Resident Evil. Capcom owns Resident Evil, and forever will. Yay for them!

Part One: Dirge

As soon as Chris was able to tear the object off of Jill's chest, it short-circuited, burning her flesh and his hand. Chris tossed it aside, his eyes still on Jill, on his old partner that he had missed so much. Jill cried out, grabbing at her chest where her flesh was burned. She stumbled about, losing balance. Chris's heart leaped to his throat, and he heard Sheva cry out something. He jerked forward to catch Jill, and he was barely successful.

He fell to his knees, moving her up so he could hold her. His body was aching in pain from their fight with Wesker and Jill. The old, stone monarch room was a maze, smelling of lime and dust. Wesker had already run off, and Chris and Sheva were left to face Jill. The object on her chest proved to be her puppet string to Wesker.

Chris hugged her hard. Damn you Wesker…

"Jill? Jill, are you alright?" he asked as she was coming to.

She moved her head to look at him, opening her blue eyes and gasping for a new kind of air. A breath of freedom…

"Chris," she whispered. "I'm so sorry…"

Chris shook his head. "It's okay." He didn't know what else to say. All he could do was stare into her eyes, seeing the old shine that he knew so well start to return.

Jill moved her head slowly to look over at Sheva, who had stood back a ways to let them have room. She was watching them with a very warm, very relieved look on her face.

"Are you Sheva?" Jill murmured.

"Yes," Sheva answered gently, slightly nodding her head.

"I couldn't control my actions, but God I was still aware…Please forgive me."

Sheva took a step forward, to show reassurance to the injured Jill. "It's alright."

Chris slowly helped her to her feet. Jill's battle suit was torn and messy, but still good enough to wear until they got out of this hellhole. As soon as Jill was able to stand, though she still held onto Chris, she looked up at her own partner. The two immediately hugged each other. Sheva smiled and the tender scene. She could even hear Jill give a small sob. Chris stroked her back, holding her as hard as he could. He kissed her forehead, trying to calm her down. It felt so good to be able to hold her like this. He felt as if something had reopened in his heart, and it took all of his willpower to let Jill go when she pulled away.

"I'm alright. You need to stop him."

Chris shook his head hard. "We can't just leave you here!"

"If you don't, then Wesker will spread Uroboros across the globe! Millions will die, Chris! You are the only one who can stop him!"

Chris stared at her, looking very reluctant. He just got her back. He wasn't leaving her again. Jill saw this. She grabbed his hand and squeezed it hard. "Don't you trust your partner?"

Chris lowered his gaze to the stone floor. He even looked over at Sheva. Sheva gave a soft smile in his direction, making Jill look over at her as well. The African beauty didn't say a word. She knew it was Chris's choice. She looked to the door where Wesker had disappeared through. Chris and Jill followed her gaze.

"I will be fine. I will call for help. Only you can stop Wesker."

"Alright," Chris answered with renowned confidence. He took a minute to squeeze her hand once more, remembering the touch and not looking away from her eyes.

After a strong moment, he finally stepped away, letting go of Jill's hand. He swallowed hard, and turned around, heading into the elevator. Jill turned to Sheva almost in a pleading manner.

"Please take care of him."

Sheva could only nod. She walked gracefully into the elevator. Chris and Jill stared at each other for a moment longer, before the doors quickly slid shut, blocking them off from each other. Jill closed her eyes for a moment, suddenly feeling lost. She felt her scarred chest.

Chris…you are the only one…

***

Chris was doing okay until he stepped outside of the elevator. He slowed to a stop, staring at the floor. All he could think about was Jill. For a moment, everything else, even Wesker, was forgotten. He could hear strong winds up ahead, and could feel their pace finding his skin. Even that was left forgotten. He hands formed into fists on their own.

"Chris?"

Sheva's voice brought him back to the real world. He couldn't go back for Jill. She was right. Sheva and Chris were on a time limit to get to Wesker. He shook his head at his new partner.

"I'm alright," he told her, and walked ahead of her out onto the balcony that overlooked the rocky African bay.

The two of them looked all over, smelling saltwater and oil. The cliffs were huge along the bank, creating a giant port that was built along its ancient stone. Sheva quickly got his attention, pointing down towards the harbor.

"There!" she shouted.

Chris could barely make out Wesker and Excella as they walked along the giant ship's deck. The ship was a good mile and a half down the catwalk. They needed to hurry before the ship would deport. With a nod at Sheva, Chris headed along the catwalk, suddenly needing to get to Wesker. He needed to end this once and for all. Sheva followed on behind him. They both didn't say any words as they ran for their next destination, towards another confrontation. A confrontation that Chris hoped was final for him and Wesker.

***

Jill didn't know how long she stared at the stone door where Chris and Sheva had disappeared through. She had minutes ago heard the elevator take them up. Now the elevator was quiet, leaving her in the gaping maze with only silence to spare. She shook out of her trance, feeling her aching body start to move on its own. She needed to head back so she could call for help. She patted her belt and holsters, checking for ammo and items. She found one clip to go with her machine gun. She also found her cell phone. For a moment, she stared at the sleek device. It would do her no good to call for help on this phone. The cell phone she held in her hand automatically answered to Wesker, no matter what number she called. She would have to find something else.

Jill dropped the phone suddenly, as if it had burned her. She felt compelled to stomp it to pieces, and she did. Once the phone was crunched into obliteration, she had to take a moment to collect herself before she broke down.

Dammit, Jill…pull yourself together. Chris and Sheva need you…

She was free now. Now she could make a difference. Now she could fight back. She took a deep breath to settle her nerves. As much as she wanted to desperately help them in ending Wesker, part of her was too frightened to step up to the plate. She had been Wesker's puppet for almost three years. He used her to create antibodies for Uroboros, her own antibodies against the T-Virus. He made her do unspeakable things…things she saw too clearly through her own eyes that she was unable to stop. That fear in her was a mix of many emotions. She feared that once she got too close to Wesker that she would lose control and automatically turn into his puppet again, even with the control device gone. She feared that she could be too weak and have to watch as he killed Chris and Sheva, then took her as his slave once again.

Her best bet was to stay away. Chris and Sheva could handle him. Jill just needed to contact the West Africa branch of B.S.A.A to get some reinforcements into this sick game. They needed to end this now.

She started to run down the spiral stone steps onto the level floor. She would head back through the underground Missile Area and the Uroboros Research Facility, and take one of the elevators up to the surface. It would be easy to gain phone access once up there.

She came to a complete stop halfway down the staircase. Biting her lip, she looked back up to the elevator doors that Chris and Sheva went through. She fought back her emotions as another storm hit her. She couldn't just leave them. She couldn't just run away. She had to face Wesker. She had to save Chris.

Oh no! I forgot to tell them about the serum!

Wesker would be unstoppable without the PG67A/W serum. The syringe was used to regulate the virus in Wesker's body. He had to take it as a regular dose. Jill knew enough that an overdose would push Wesker over the edge, maybe just enough for them to be able to kill him. Excella had it in a special case, and she was already on the ship.

Her mind was made up. She turned back with hurry, leaping into the elevator to follow Chris and Sheva. When the elevator doors swung open, she was greeted with strong winds and a setting sun. As soon as she came all the way out onto the catwalk overlooking the cliffs and dock, she heard the ship signal its horn. The horn echoed across the cove, scaring off many birds in the process. Jill had only minutes, maybe even seconds to get to the ship before it started leaving. She glared at it with determination and new strength.

Alright…I'm going in. Hang in there Chris…and Wesker…your life ends here…

***

Night and stormy clouds had swallowed the sun. The only lights came from the ship deck. Chris had lost track of time once they had sneaked onto the ship. He and Sheva kept low amongst the cargo and crates that littered the deck, creating a maze upon the ocean. Majini soldiers were positioned along many points, and Chris found that espionage was not going to be possible here.

Sheva peeked her head around one of the crates, looking up one of the staircases that led to a few Majini guards. When she turned around to face Chris again, she saw that he was in deep thought.

"Chris? Are you alright?"

"We shouldn't have left her."

"Jill will be fine," Sheva assured, nodding at him. "We need to stay focused, Chris."

"Yeah…sorry…"

They took a moment to load their guns and get ready. They nodded at each other, and then Chris went first. Sheva stuck close, and they made quick steps up the staircase towards the Majini. The infected men yelled out upon seeing them. Chris and Sheva opened fire before the crazed zombies could.

Their GPS was being blocked on the ship, and Chris hardly had any idea where they were going. Their best bet was to get below deck, and then search for Wesker and Excella. Chris had a feeling that this wasn't where Wesker's plan ended. There had to be something sinister down below. They could hear dogs barking. Before they knew it, a pack of Adjule were racing for them. Men were coming up behind the demon dogs, yelling out Swahili.

"We need to get below deck!" Sheva yelled as they took cover to fight back.

Chris could only agree. The ship's deck was giant. Chris knew their best bet was to head for the center of the liner, where maybe an observation tower could lead them down below into the hold.

Chris aimed for the heads. Some of the Majini were so greatly infected that their heads exploded, sending a centipede like creature out from the base of the shoulders. The dogs were easy to handle, but the men kept coming. Chris then noticed a sign up above that was glowing. It read "Ship Hold" and pointed to the north of the ship.

"Sheva! This way!"

They took off, following the signs while at the same time fighting off the horde of infected. It didn't take them long to find the door near the front of the ship. They ran up the small staircase towards it. They could hear the screams of the Majini coming up behind them. Chris turned the valve quickly, letting Sheva enter first, and then he slammed the metal door shut behind them.

It was much warmer once inside. There no longer was the cool, salty breeze that followed them outside. It was quiet, only the whining sounds of the ship. Chris and Sheva looked at one another, but said no words. They quickly headed through the winding hallways towards the ship's hold.

***

Jill remained hidden just in case the Majini could sense that she was no longer among their ranks. She needed to find Chris and Sheva quickly, but the ship deck proved to be huge and like a labyrinth. Jill knew that Excella would be in the ship hold. She remembered Wesker and Excella talking out their plans in the Monarch Room before Chris and Sheva showed up. Excella would be getting Wesker's dosage ready. If they could get the serum into their hands and inject Wesker enough times, they could finally end all of this.

There was no telling where Chris and Sheva were on the ship already. Jill knew that they couldn't be very far ahead of her, as she had reached the ship in time before it deported. She snuck along the crates and walkways, secluding herself for the time being. She was still sore from the battle in the maze, and she needed to save her remaining energy for Wesker.

She heard gunfire up ahead. There were multiple shots that echoed across the deck and they were swept away with the wind. Jill could hear Majini shouting and firing. It had to be Chris and Sheva. She needed to hurry. Racing along the pathways, Jill followed the sounds of the fighting. Instead, a group of Majini found her. At first they only peered at her, and for a moment, Jill thought she was going to be safe, but then they aimed their weapons and yelled out at her.

Shit! They know somehow!

Jill quickly dodged the bullets, diving behind cover. She drew her machine gun from its holster, getting ready to fight. She needed to hurry before Chris and Sheva got too far ahead of her. She came out of hiding and opened fire on the infected men. She saw more above the crates, some even on catwalks. They jumped down to join the fight.

Hang in there you two…I'm coming…

***

In the ship's hold, Chris and Sheva were greeted with even more soldiers. Now that they were below the deck, room became even scarcer. Sheva and Chris had to take cover constantly as they fought their way through. All Chris worried about was finding Wesker. There was no telling where his nemesis could be on this huge frigate, and Chris wasn't going to take any chances.

Send all the men you want, you bastard…I'm still coming for you…

Something exploded to Chris's right. A crate went up in pieces and in flames. Chris realized a rocket launcher had been brought into the gun fight. They had to move fast, or they were going to become burned pieces as well.

They did too. Gradually, they made it to the next room, and then the next. By this time, they were getting exhausted. They still had plenty of ammunition, but Chris knew that they couldn't keep up with this much longer. By this time, they were greeted by one of the biggest men that Chris had ever seen. Even Sheva stopped short from the huge Majini that walked out carrying an equally big Gatling Gun. The huge infected man smiled sadistically at them while smoking a cigar. He aimed the huge machine gun, powering it up to start the bullet storm.

Shit!

"Sheva! Take cover!"

They dove behind the counters and tables. The swarm of bullets came for them, destroying anything in their path. Chris quickly thought for a way out. They stood no chance against that kind of a gun. He saw the giant propane tank in the corner, and quickly formed an idea.

"Sheva!"

"Already ahead of you!" she called out, jumping out of cover and running.

"No! Wait!" Chris called.

The Gatling Gun Majini needed to get closer to the tank, but he didn't move from his spot as Sheva ran out. He just followed her with the Gatling Gun. Sheva dove behind some more cover. Yelling out, the giant man ran for her. Chris immediately followed after him. He ran as fast as he could, and then slammed into the giant from behind. It created just enough force to knock the Majini forward. Sheva came out of hiding, running away from the propane tank. The infected giant tripped and fell against the propane tank. They could hear the Gatling Gun scraping along the tank's surface, creating a sheering, grating sound that killed their ears.

"The bigger they are, the harder they fall," Sheva said as Chris aimed his pistol.

A single bullet blew the giant man to pieces. Chris and Sheva were blown backwards from the force, hot air coming with them. They hit the ground on their backs, but were fine afterwards. Fire started consuming the corner, but in a place such as this hold, it wouldn't prove to do much damage to the ship.

"Let's go," Chris mumbled, trying to catch his breath.

Sheva nodded, and they continued on. The next door brought them to a spiraling staircase that went down three floors. It was quiet, even down at the bottom. They decided to take the stairs slow to catch their breath. Their steps echoed around the chamber, and again, Chris's thoughts wandered back to Jill.

"May I ask you a question?" Sheva asked.

"Sure. What is it?"

"What is the deal between you and Wesker? What is this vendetta he has against you?"

Chris looked away, deciding to peer down the edge of the steps over the railing to look all the way down at the bottom. He thought about it. It seemed simple enough, but definitely difficult to explain at the moment.

Chris heaved a sigh. "It's…hard to explain. I will tell you once this is all over."

Sheva nodded in his direction, understanding. "Alright. Tell me after all of this…if we manage to get out of this…"

"We will," Chris told her, partly telling her, but also reassuring himself.

They finally reached the bottom. There was a single door at the end, a white metal door with another valve as the handle. Sheva nodded at him, and Chris moved in to open it. As soon as he pushed it in, Sheva darted through, gun ready. Chris came right behind her, and they soon came face to face with Excella Gionne.

The room was a small, laboratory-like area. There were two large cylinder tanks full of water and the flowers that held the Progenitor Virus within their blossoms. Excella was caught by surprise. She quickly slapped shut a white duralumin case. Sheva took another step forward, both of their handguns aimed directly for her.

"Freeze!" Chris yelled before the European woman could move.

"What's going on here?" Sheva demanded.

"Nothing that concerns neither of you," she remarked, keeping her hands on the two cases upon the counter.

"We're not giving you an option! Now spit it out!" Sheva barked, gun not quavering.

It was Chris's turn to step forward. He tried to keep his cool, and he could feel his anger trying to boil up from the thought that Wesker could be close. "Tell us what we want to know and you won't get hurt. Where's Wesker?!"

"If you can behave yourselves, maybe I will tell you," Excella said hurriedly. She then snatched the cases and ran for it. There was door in the back of the room.

Chris and Sheva opened fire. One of Chris's bullets hit the duralumin case in Excella's right hand. She dropped it, watching it fall, but definitely not stopping for it. She kept going, slipping by each bullet and slamming the door behind her. Chris ran after her, coming to a hurried halt in front of her escape door.

Frustrated, Chris punched the metal door. "Dammit!"

"She's tough…I'll give her that much," Sheva growled, putting away her weapon.

She then noticed the case on the floor. It had come open upon falling onto the floor. There were several syringes lying on the floor around in, showing that the case held them specially and with great care.

"What's this?" Sheva questioned.

Sheva bent down and scooped up one of the mysterious syringes. Chris came over to take a look. She showed it to him. The writing on the syringe read PG67A/W. They were both puzzled by it.

"Chris…is this…?"

"Whatever it is, Excella seemed protective of it," Chris replied, studying the syringe.

They stood there a moment. Sheva decided to zip the syringe inside her hip bag. She had a feeling the thing was important, whether for evidence or something else. Chris turned to the door. They needed to follow Excella, and fast.

"Let's go. She's going to Wesker. We have to find them," Chris sighed.

"Right."

Chris took a breather for a moment in front of the door, as if hesitating. Again, he hoped Jill was alright. There had been many deaths along the way, and now Chris was just wanting this all to end. He knew all of the Majini were at one time all innocent people. It made it all the more harder to kill them. Chris vowed to kill Wesker here, or die trying. He wouldn't let Wesker get away, not again. He couldn't understand Wesker's sick ambitions, and he wouldn't even think to try to. In his time in the B.S.A.A, Chris had heard that Wesker was compared to the devil. To Chris, he believed his old captain was the devil. There was no other way to describe the evil that Wesker believed in. Nothing.

"Chris?" Sheva whispered, her tone full of worry.

He shook his head out of his trance. He had blocked out again. He smiled softly at her, but it quickly vanished. He turned the valve, letting it slide open. The two of them got out their weapons again, and entered through to the other side. They were getting closer to Wesker…Chris could feel it…

Little did they know that their moves were being watched below the ship's decks. Tiny cameras followed them along their movements through the hold, silent and hidden. Chris could feel that tiny notion of being watched, but he waved it off. He needed to concentrate for the battle ahead…

***

Wesker stared at the monitors with great interest. His sunglasses flashed from the monitors' lights. He gave a sadistic smile as he watched Chris and Sheva ride an elevator down. They were reloading their weapons, as if they thought they were going to make it much further.

"So…you made it this far," Wesker said, tone full of snide. He stepped back, very amused by Chris's self righteous spirit. He always proved to be the worst cockroach of all. No matter, Wesker knew that Chris's time would end very shortly. He could only chuckle softly to himself. "Too bad you won't make it much further…Chris…"

He lowered his head, closing his eyes for a moment. His mind, for some reason, brought him back to Spencer's mansion. Ozwell E. Spencer…the founder of Umbrella…Wesker was always humored by how the old man was so ambitious and arrogant. The meeting had been brief, their talk that of gods and inner demons. To think that Spencer thought he was going to become a god. Wesker ended all of that for him, slamming his fist through the crippled man's chest, killing him instantly. To Wesker, his conversation with Spencer had gone quite well. The nigh only got more interesting when Chris and Jill showed up minutes later.

The right to be a god…

He watched the monitors again. Chris and Sheva were gone, but Wesker knew they were getting close. Wesker wasn't worried at all. They wouldn't make it to him anyways. And if they somehow miraculously did, he would destroy them both in the instant. Then, there would be no more cockroaches to pester him.

"The right…with Uroboros…I have…that right," he murmured, eyes locked on the screens.

Again this is going to be a three part story. I was going to wait until I finished it completely, but I thought it would be better just to publish each part at a time. There is a lot of Chris/Jill fluff, and there is a lot of action and horror and blood and...okay, sorry. I'm rambling again! ^.^ Anyways, I worked hard on this, so please let me know how I'm doing so far. I might even end up adding an epilogue at the end to make it a four part, I not sure quite yet. Please stay tuned for the second part of this story! Part 2: Scourge...