Asura Mori is back in action!!!! Although, if my computer doesn't get the necessary updates it needs soon, that just might not be the case! Muhahahahaha!!!! Anyway, with the release of Resident Evil 5 and my having beaten it only two days after its release, I have, after much deliberation and time, decided to write a RE 5 fic. :D

If you don't know me by now, let me warn you. I am mostly a yaoi fanfic writer. Meaning, this story will be a Wesker x Chris. X3 You have been warned. Hehe. (And if you don't happen to read this... well, you're shit out of luck then, huh?)

Disclaimer: I don't own (well, I DO have the games, but I think you all know what I meant) Resident Evil 0, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, or any of those other ones that came in between. If I did, do you think I'd be writing fanfics about my own work? Lol.

Warning: SPOILER ALERT. For those of you who haven't played the game and gotten to about the middle of it, there is a HUGE spoiler in this story. Do NOT read if you haven't played the game. If you really don't care, then go ahead. But don't blame me for your finding out something dramatic. :D By the way… YAOI. OH, and there might be a character death… _

Fallen: Shot to the Heart

By: Asura Mori

Why?

It was all Chris Redfield could think about as he stared at the woman before him, his blue eyes wide with shock.

"Jill…?" But that wasn't possible. He had seen her fall to her death back at the Spencer Mansion. She had tackled Wesker, who had been about to kill him, sending the two of them flying out of the window and down onto the rocks below.

It was true that they hadn't been able to find her body and Chris had been hoping that she was alive… but to find her here, with Wesker, working for him… It just wasn't possible.

"Jill, it's me! Chris! Don't you recognize me?!"

Her hair was blonde now. What horrible torture had she been put through to make her hair so light, when she had been a brunette originally? What had Wesker done to her?

Said man laughed at Chris' pathetic attempt to reach Jill as he approached from behind the woman. "What's wrong, Christopher? You look like you've seen a ghost. Not surprising, since the two of us fell to our deaths, right?"

"Wesker! What did you do to Jill?!" Chris launched himself at the blond man, ignoring Sheva's warning cry.

How could he? How could Wesker have done this to Jill? To all of them? How could he have used them like he had? Him… and the rest of the S.T.A.R.S. members… How could his captain have betrayed them like that?!

"DAMN YOU!" Forgetting that he held a gun, Chris swung at his former captain. Smiling, Wesker disappeared then reappeared behind the brunette. "You're still too slow, Chris. What a pity." The blond breathed softly into the gunman's ear, before striking the man in the back and sending him flying.

The attack had been too swift for Chris to react. He hit the wall, hard, before crumpling to the floor. Even without hearing Sheva scream, Chris would have gotten up. He couldn't afford to fall here. After all, he was one of the last of the S.T.A.R.S. It was his job to defeat the man before him… no, not his job. It was his mission, his mission in life.

No matter what, Chris had to beat Wesker. It was the only way he could move on… and erase the blond from his heart completely.

He hadn't forgotten what had happened back in Antarctica… how Wesker had strung him up like a puppet and had his way with him. He hadn't forgotten… and he hated himself for that.

Some part of him craved that attention from Wesker once more, that part of him that still believed that his captain couldn't be this mad man in front of him. But the other part of him, the one that was his sensible side, knew the truth.

The Wesker he had known, and had once loved and respected, was never coming back. It was a childish hope he had had long ago, but had quickly been trashed and thrown off to the side. The man he had looked up to was dead and had actually never existed.

It was something that his heart needed to accept… if only so that he could move on and kill the man before him now.

Chris forced himself to his feet, his hand clenched tightly about his handgun, and looked over to where Sheva had last been. His eyes widened in disbelief as he saw the woman being suspended in the air, by none other than his former partner Jill.

"Snap out of it! Jill! Jill Valentine!" Sheva was going to die if he didn't do something and quick. Clenching his teeth, he raised his handgun and pointed it at his friend, heart pounding in his chest. He didn't want to do this, he didn't want to shoot Jill, but he couldn't let Sheva die…

He knew Wesker was probably watching him with an amused smirk on his face, but he couldn't afford to think about that now. When it all came down to it, there was only one choice to be made.

"Forgive me…"

The sound of a gun going off rang throughout the room, making Chris flinch. He looked down at his gun in wonder. He hadn't pulled the trigger…

Another shot split the sudden silence and suddenly pain filtered through the gunman's body. He looked down at his chest, where a small circle of red blossomed. He touched the spot gingerly, before raising his fingers in front of his eyes. He'd been shot… but then where had the other shot gone…?

He looked over at Jill and Sheva, who were standing motionless. He couldn't tell from where he was if either of them had been shot… No, that wasn't true… He watched, horrified, as Jill loosened her hold on Sheva and stepped back, her face a mask of wonder.

She too placed her hand on her chest and then raised it up before her eyes. Chris took a step forward as Jill turned to look at him, a confused expression on her face, but then another shot rang out.

The brunette watched in horrid fascination as Sheva arched back and fell to the floor, her gun flying from her hand as if in slow motion. What was going on…? Chris turned, his movements slow, to stare at Wesker, who held a smoking gun in his hand.

Upon seeing the gunman's expression, Wesker turned to look at him as well, his customary smirk on his face. "You were going to shoot her anyway. I just thought to save you the pain of having to choose between the two."

It took Chris a minute to realize what Wesker was saying. Anger and horror flooded through him as he watched Jill fall to her knees, blood dripping from her chest. Pain flashed through his body once more, but this time it was in his heart. He hadn't been shot, he knew that… it was grief from watching his comrades fall.

"No…" he whispered, falling to his knees as well. Was he destined to lose everyone that he loved? To watch them all die before him, as he had back at the Arklay Mountains?

"Ch… ris…" The gunman's eyes never left his partners as she whispered his name, her blonde hair framing her pale face. "Chr… is… I'm glad… I got to see you… again… I'm… sor… ry…" Her eyes closed as one last smile graced her mouth and Chris felt his world spin.

"Jill…?" He called out to the woman, his blue eyes like that of a frightened child. He crawled over to the blonde, his blood staining the ground red. "Jill, come on…" He muttered, shaking her in an attempt to rouse her. "This isn't funny, Jill. Come on, we've got to get out of here… I gotta take you home, get you checked out… Jill?"

He shook her harder, still trying to wake her up. "Wake up! Jill! Jill Valentine! This isn't funny! You can't leave me like this! Not after all of this! Don't leave me to do this alone! Jill!" He bowed his head, his face inches from that of his former partner. "Jill… please… Please, wake up…" The brunette ran his fingers across Jill's mouth, trying to remember the last time he'd kissed her. How long ago had it been since he'd told her that he loved her…?

And now it was too late. The future he should have had, the woman before him, was gone… And it was all Wesker's fault. He would never see Jill smile or laugh again, never hear her cry, never be able to hold her, and would never hear her say "I love you" again … and it was all because of Wesker.

"You bastard… how could you…?" Chris raised his head to stare at his former captain, who was wiping off the muzzle of his gun. "How could you take Jill away from me?!" Ignoring his chest wound, Chris got to his feet and rushed Wesker, his mind in a daze. Jill couldn't be dead, there just wasn't any way… right? She'd get up and laugh, saying something like "My bad, my bad" right…?

So why was she still lying there, cold and unmoving? Why hadn't she got up and joined him in this fight? Why wasn't Sheva at his side as well? He had just met the woman, and yet there she was, growing cold on the floor…

Why?

"You fucking bastard!!! First Raccoon City, and now Jill and Sheva?! How could you?! How could you betray us?! Betray me?!" He swung at the blond, intending to do as much damage as he could to the stoic man. But Wesker only smiled and dodged to the side.

"Betray you?" The ex-S.T.A.R.S. captain chuckled haughtily, "How on earth did I betray you? I was never on your side to begin with." He ducked as the gunman swung again, slamming his fist into the brunette's stomach. He smirked at the sound of ribs breaking.

To his credit, Chris didn't so much as utter a whimper as he went flying once more, his mind fueled by rage. Physical pain just didn't register inside his mind anymore. After all, no injury could be greater than the one that had been dealt to his heart.

"Or could your meaning be somewhat… deeper? What do you mean by 'betray you', my dear Christopher? Do you mean you and your fellow deceased S.T.A.R.S. members?" Wesker's eyes glowed gold in the dim light, snake-like as he advanced on the fallen gunman. "Or are you perhaps… talking about yourself?"

Chris froze in his attempt to get to his feet and stared at his ex-captain with wide eyes. He hadn't meant to let his personal feelings enter this conflict, had had no intention of ever letting Wesker know the truth – the truth of how much he had really looked up to the man, had worshipped the ground the blond had walked on… had even loved him.

He could only try and play it cool. "You know exactly what I meant, Wesker. You betrayed all of us…" Including me… Was what he wanted to add, but couldn't bring himself to say. After everything that had happened, how could he admit to his feelings now? He once again reminded himself that the captain he had once adored was now dead. This wasn't the same man standing before him.

The man before him was just a cheap imitation of his beloved captain… a threat that had to be eliminated…

So why did he find himself still hesitating?

Wesker had killed the only people he had ever loved, minus his sister Claire… and would kill many more people. That alone justified the blond's death… So why?

Why?

The answer evaded him like a person trying to catch the wind. He didn't understand. Even after telling himself that this wasn't Wesker before him, even after watching him kill Jill and Sheva in cold blood… Why couldn't he kill the man?

"You're right, Christopher. I know exactly what you meant." Wesker wasn't in front of him anymore. Chris swiveled his head around at the sound of the other man's voice, knowing exactly where he'd find the blond.

Wesker was standing behind him, a devilish smirk on his face. His snake-like eyes glittered with unsuppressed malice, making Chris shiver. This man wasn't human, and hadn't been for many years. It was a fact that couldn't be denied, only strengthened by Wesker's appearance, which hadn't changed since the day he'd 'died'.

Except for the eyes. What had once been a beautiful blue color, like a faraway ocean, was now a strange golden color, rimmed with red. Snake eyes. That was the only word for them. Even though he had seen Wesker's B.O.W. eyes before, Chris still couldn't help but flinch at the sheer hate that burned within the man's amber orbs.

Why did this man hate him so much? What had he done to deserve such malice? Was it because he had survived? Or was it something else? Something about him that reminded Wesker of an unpleasant memory? Something about his appearance?

He would probably never know the answer.

Chris stared at Wesker defiantly, waiting for the man to strike him dead. But Wesker just continued to stand behind him, that haughty smirk gracing his lips. "Well, what are you waiting for? This is the chance you've always been waiting for, right? Kill me and get it over with." Chris snapped, annoyed by that damned smile.

"Now why would I do that, Christopher? After all, you've just supplied me with information that could prove very interesting when tested." The gunman didn't like the look Wesker gave him when he said this. What could Wesker have possibly learned in this short amount of time…?

Oh god. Blue eyes widened in disbelief. Had Wesker actually picked up on the connotations of his words earlier? No, that was impossible. There was no way that the blond could know that he…

"… Loves me?" Wesker finished evilly, guessing the brunette's train of thought.

Oh shit.

Ignoring the pain in his chest and his broken ribs, Chris started crawling away from Wesker, fear strengthening his resolve. He had to get away, no matter what…

His eyes trailed over to the bodies of his two partners, his motions slowing. But he couldn't leave them here, he had to get them out of here too. But how was he supposed to do that in his condition?

No, his condition wasn't any excuse. He would not leave them here to rot. No matter how scared he was right now. No matter what happened…

Chris reached for his gun, broken ribs grating inside his chest cavity. So far he'd been lucky. His ribs had yet to pierce his lungs or any of his other organs. So, hopefully, his luck would hold out until the end…

He rolled over onto his back, his gun aimed at the place where Wesker had been standing. Had been was correct. The blond was not there anymore.

"Christopher, Christopher. Did you really think I wouldn't notice you reaching for your gun? You're still so easy to read, dear."

Gritting his teeth, blood seeping past his closed lips, Chris turned and shot. So he had been wrong. One of his lungs had been pierced. He smiled grimly. If he died here, so be it. At least he'd be with Jill again…

It was no good. Chris already knew that Wesker had dodged the shot. He also knew that he wouldn't be able to get another round off without croaking. It was taking all of his current willpower just to keep his eyes open.

The gunman coughed, flecks of blood frothing on his lips. His gun dropped from his hands, falling to the ground with a loud clatter. It was too heavy, that gun. He couldn't hold it and remain conscious. There was just no way.

Chris let out a low sigh as he let his head drop back, his blue eyes growing hazy. He growled when Wesker came into his field of vision, annoyed. "Go away, damn you. Let me at least die in peace." He muttered, trying to lift his hand and wave the blond off. But he couldn't even do that. His body was just too heavy.

"Are you so foolish as to think that I would let you die like this? You are mine, Christopher. I decide when and how you die. Not you." Wesker growled as he leaned down, his arms wrapping possessively around the brunette's broken body. He lifted Chris bridal style into his arms, ignoring the gunman's weak protests, and carried him away from the blood-stained room.

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Chris knew he must have blacked-out at some point when he opened his eyes later. His blue eyes widened slightly when he realized that he wasn't in a place he knew and he sat up quickly.

The breath was driven from his lungs as he did this, reminding the gunman that he was still injured. He glanced down at his chest area and felt his face turn red as he realized that he wasn't wearing anything under the blanket that covered him. He covered his face with his hand, embarrassed. God he hoped that it hadn't been Jill who'd undressed him…

Jill. A lump formed in Chris' throat as the memories came flooding back. Jill and Sheva, lying on the ground motionless, not breathing… That's right, they were dead. The woman he had loved with all of his heart and his newest partner: both dead. And it was all his fault.

Tears streamed down the brunette's face as he grieved for his fallen comrades. For the woman he had hoped to marry and the woman he would never get to know. For everyone that had died in this senseless struggle for power. He cried until the tears wouldn't come anymore, but the ghosts of his fallen comrades continued to dance before his eyes, their eyes dull as they looked at him.

What had they died for, exactly? Some twisted game that Wesker had come up with, just so he could see how humans fared against bio-organic weapons? Why them? Why his friends? Why Jill, the only woman he had ever loved?

Why?

To be continued…

Asura: Wow, I didn't actually plan on making this more than one chapter long. But I'm starting to think I may have to… Huh. So, what do you all think so far? I'm not so sure about what I did to Jill and Sheva… After all, I don't like killing characters off. I never have. Who knows? I might have a change of heart somewhere down the road…

You all want to know something scary? I'm actually considering writing a straight pairing between Chris and Jill. I don't know why, but I've always liked that pairing. And after writing this fic, I've really gotten around to considering it. I mean, seriously, what if Jill HAD died? Poor Chris, I think he really does love Jill and wants to marry her, but fears doing so. I mean, come on, who would want to bring a kid into the world when they're fighting the greatest evil there ever was (aka Wesker)? Meh. Anyways, read and review.