His Blackened Feathers and Her Red Wings

PROLOGUE

"No…God, please don't let it be who I think it was…"

And I was wrong. It was him. He was alive. Albert Wesker, the devil who brought the Apocalypse sooner, was alive. Ididn't have time to think anymore. I had to get to Chris before he does…

I was running down the road, my legs carrying me as fast as I could… But I was too late. The front door of Chris' house was torn open, furniture and china lay in pieces. A bloody fight had been fought here. Silently, I backed up against the wall, sensing for any presences. Then I heard a bloodcurdling scream. My brother Chris was being beaten up by Wesker. And the sound was coming from the kitchen.

No more stealth. I ran headlong and found Chris, tied to a chair by chains, shirtless, bloody, and bruised. And beside him stood Albert Wesker, with his all, all-black outfit figure, complete with the shades and slicked-back blonde hair.

"Claire!" Chris shouted, fighting against his restraints. "Get out of here! He'll kill you!" Before he could utter another word, Wesker punched him in the jaw, knocking him out. Adjusting his gloves, he turned to me with a malicious smile on his face.

"Dearheart…" he said in that sexy, velveteen British accent that made my knees turn to jelly way back then. "So good you came. You're just in time to see Chris die…" "NO!" I shouted back. "I won't… I won't let him die!" Then, the devil in black chuckled darkly. "Are you sure, dearheart?" he said. "You are, after all, helpless. Just as pitiful as your chained brother here." Tears began to form in my eyes as I watched my brother's head hanging in unconsciousness."Let him go." I told him. "Please…let him go… What do you want?!"

"Dearheart… Isn't it obvious what I want?" He whispered. And it all ended for me.