The M-Virus

Post - RE5: A new villain arises and using a new virus, Chris and another are turned into his first creations. Constantly on the run, will these two escape this new madman? And you can guess who's the second person.

Prologue

A groan escapes the lips of the BSAA brunette agent as he slowly awakes. His eyes creep open, blurriness clouding his vision. He finds himself on a cold, concrete floor as he pushes himself up. His eyes are now refocused and he realizes that he's in a holding cell. Question is where exactly is he? He looks himself over and finds that his weapons have been confiscated! Great...

A second moan gets his attention. Looking behind him, his eyes widened at who his cellmate is... Wesker! How is he alive? He and Sheva shot him with not one, but TWO rockets! How could be alive after all that?

Crimson-yellow cat like eyes open little by little as the blond Tyrant comes to. Could things get any worse for Chris? Not only is he stuck in a cell, he's stuck in there with his worst enemy, who was supposed to be dead!

"Wesker, wake up!" he shouts.

Wesker's eyes fully snap open upon hearing a familiar voice next to him.

"Redfield?" he growls in annoyance.

"Trust me, the feeling's mutual. Question is: where are we?" Chris asks.

Wesker fully sits up, shaking his head of the dizziness. "... I hate to say it, but good question. Redfield, what do you remember last?" he replied.

"Last thing I remember is getting inside my apartment. And then, the next thing I know, I'm ambushed by these guys in white. After that... everything goes black," Chris explained.

"I remember pulling myself out of the volcano after you and Alomar tried to kill me. I pulled myself onto the bank and the last thing I saw before blacking out was someone walking up to me," Wesker said.

Then, he spots the bars. Standing up, he walks to them. Placing a hand on them, a powerful shock suddenly zaps him, forcing him back. He hissed in irritation as he flexed his hand.

"They've been rigged. Whoever's got us, must know about your powers," Chris pointed out.

"Obviously..." Wesker growled.

"You are correct, Mr. Redfield. No easy escape this time," came a slightly Russian accented voice.

A man with short, silver hair and icy blue eyes came into view. He wore a white lab coat with unknown symbol on his right sleeve. It was two swords intersecting each other, which were surrounded by a black flame.

"Who are you?" Chris demanded.

"That, Redfield, is Tyrell Jackson. He used to work for me in Umbrella in the labs," Wesker said, glaring daggers at the said man.

"I'm surprised you've remembered me after so many years, Albert. After you fired me for reckless experimentations, I plotted my revenge. Finally, Umbrella is mine at last!" Jackson smirked.

"I thought Miss Wong exterminated you," Wesker said.

"I faked my death to make it look like lovely Ada did successfully execute me. The thing that kept me alive... was my new creation," Jackson chuckled darkly, holding a small of vial of cerulean liquid.

"Is that it?" Chris asked.

"Why, yes. I call it the M-Virus. Once injected into a host..." he chuckled again. "You'll have to find out first hand, won't you?" Jackson replied.

"No thanks!" Chris snapped.

"I'm afraid you don't have a choice," Jackson sneered.

Suddenly, he pressed a button near the bars and the floor beneath the two opened up. The two fell into the hole with a scream.