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I turned and walked quickly to his room under the supervision of the man in the white coat. Oh, I wish they were robots, honestly ...
In the evening I went over and took him to a familiar room already. Excella was very out of sorts, but the shots did skillfully. She did not conceal irritation, did not try to inject carefully, as it has done for Wesker, but the pain of the injection I have not experienced. Surprisingly light hand for a man with such a character. Body while it continued to refuse to take orders, and then reluctantly, beginning to obey. Raged within me when I heard her command to do something.
Her voice, her accent ... it pisses me off. But we met with her only when acting virus, so for my part it out of danger. And it was terrible for two weeks ... I thought that I had lost count of how many days have passed since the time when Wesker left the two women to harass each other. Excella conduct classes only in the evening, and I was ready to kill her at times ... if only not a deterrent effect of the virus.
One night, I realized that the feeling I felt when I saw them together was like those shots of jealousy when I saw Chris and Maggie. But here it was not the shots, but something more painful. And completely unfounded. In fact, Wesker is my enemy, where can I .. jealous? This question a few nights in a row turns me into a dead end, and I could hardly sleep in the morning. And woke up with a plea to these days with his woman quickly ended. She obviously it out on me for the fact that he had gone for two weeks ...
I have once again led to the hall, and I was not left thinking that these guards never leave me alone, I never call in Wesker's confidence enough to let me walk around the most here. Excella though, and was always busy, but I have a chance to escape and does not, as she had promised. I was beginning to tire of his inexplicable hatred for it ... I mean, this was due to hate, but I could not admit to the end that all over again ... blame jealousy.
Going to the gym, I do a little bit surprised that I saw. Wesker was there ... in black T-shirt and jeans ... that better emphasized the color of his skin. And in the same black gloves. He pulls up on the bar, and I could not help admiring his body. Every movement was so simple ... but for some reason, so fascinated that you could hardly take his eyes. He was sideways to me, and the glasses, perhaps, a little obscured his view, as he did not stop doing their exercises, when I went.
Damn it ... because I'm bored ...?
It was especially painful to acknowledge. And this pain brightened only joy that he's back.
- Captain Wesker! - That's enough ... but then I could never break away from his body. On how tense the muscles in his stomach .. it was visible even through the shirt. I terribly wanted to touch ... to feel a touch of his stomach all his superhuman strength ... But it was only a delusion, it is necessary to drive these thoughts soon. - Sixteen days, eighteen hours ... you stop to keep his word! And it promised to two women .. back just two weeks! - I overcame the weakness in the legs and went to him, overcoming the good half of the room.
- Oh, please forgive me - he easily jumped off and, shaking hands, approached. - Unforeseen circumstances. But really, Jill, you are so eager to see me, you scored a clock?
- Yes, I have less resistance .. when giving orders to your voice. With Excella was ... difficult to conduct training, - but he also scored when I was asleep? However, it is the task of the researcher. Why am I just a few hours? His question was set up as a trap. No matter what I said .. in any case, would issue itself. How can he go the clothes ... not so, as the official costume ... - Have you visited her, I hope? And then she told me in your next departure will not forgive - I rolled up her sleeves to prick and held out her hand.
- Jill, Jill, - he looked at my hand and obediently took a syringe from his pocket robe hanging on a hook in the wall. - Do I hear jealousy in your voice? - Even his prick was somehow less painful. - What would your ... Partner?
- Do not you remember it - I no longer feel like a virus spread through my body, but now everything inside burned anger. All thoughts of Excella, of jealousy, even the body of Wesker kicked out of my head. What would you say? Chris would not believe ... and I would be easier to convince him that it was not me ... - To him, I died ... - At a time when the volunteer reached out to you. - And you do not need me to wonder besilas now, is not it? - But to overcome the fury that at unprecedented speed spreads throughout the body, sometimes almost impossible ... Especially when it comes to a loved one ... which you betray ... Most would have already started to operate a virus, or I'll beat Wesker with his hands ...
I turned away, not to see his face ... clenched fists, trying to somehow recover. How can he ... after all that has caused him .. done us ... mention it at me? While I was shaking with rage, his fists slowly unclenched. That's a virus ... Now the body calm down ... A self-torture, I leave for the night.
- We've got military training, Valentine, - he said. - I want to see if you can resist me now. The last time you and your ... partner - he uttered with special intonation is a word - not shown the best performance.
- Yes, it was not our day - I always thought of the pain that night. Not today, today, it will give me the strength ... I turned to Wesker, taking the same fighting stance, like a month ago, when he first appeared in the room. - And I think when we go to this ... - Where I have such confidence? The reaction rate and the force does not guarantee victory. - Well ... do not take off your glasses? - I asked with a smile, remembering our first .. and last combat training.
- Make me - it was inviting gesture. He asked me to start the first ... causing memories of ten years ago, when we also faced each other, but then it was not known that he was testing us for Umbrella. And then the guys were laughing, which for ten years no longer with us ...
I do not know whether to act in me a virus, or I did what she wanted ... But in any case, my body acted much faster my mind. The problem remained the same: whatever blows I have tried to make, he always dodged. As if reading my thoughts, knew in advance where I'm going to beat. At first, he kept dodging, not attacking me. We see his goal today was to see if I could pay him at least some impact. Maybe ... cunning? Bandwagon to use or anything! But for me it was too fast .. if they beat him, then he will not expect it. The last time ... All the same ten years ago ... he was not that fast. I was beginning to run out of steam.
- Do not think that you are so weak, Jill - He shook his head, once again leaving immediately on impact. - I did not give you time to prepare.
- J.. is not weak! - I managed to hit him in the leg just below the knee, but for some reason I thought that none of my kick came to nothing lead. I still can not hurt him. Come on, Jill ... you can be faster than him ... virus probably the same, if you try, that I have less to be able to play my hand. But it is too long has this power ... I train too long! But not for nothing that the whole time I've been here! Olin of my kicks came to him in the stomach, but on the face, which I hardly had time to notice because of the frequent flashes, no impact, although I knew I felt the blow came very tangible. But he continued to use his damn acceleration .. why do I. .. slower?
In the end, I'm pretty furious. Can also play at least the age difference? I remembered what he started doing tricks in the estate of Spencer and surprise even to herself dare the impossible. I pulled away from him to the side, with lightning speed rounded it bounced down off the wall and hit with power in his belly. The suddenness of my actions, and he fell, leaving for a few meters, printed on the wall. However, unfortunately, almost immediately rose to his feet.
- That's better. But so far not so much that I also entered the fray. - Rated it sparingly.
It's all about the speed ... Facilities great, and if you move back and forth, picking up more and more speed, then it could get something.
- Why should you clone yourself? - Continuing to develop the skills of speed, I tried to run past him, but almost immediately turned around. The blow fell on his shoulder, so that it was painful to me than to him. Anger was not enough to keep me strength and the will to fight. I wanted to give up and fall to the floor ... But I continued to attack him, then use the full force, which was capable of, the speed, which I though was just beginning to discover for themselves. I had to use only somersaults in the air, but I'm afraid ... the body is not able to do so without his orders, even though they probably would have given me an advantage ...
- You have no clue? - In the voice of Wesker reappeared sarcasm. - Clone - too harsh word. Indeed, I share with you the power that he possess. Many would be infinitely grateful to me for this ... gift.
- A gift? - Oh, what a generous! - This is a curse ... - It does not have any weak points. All protected, and I'm too focused on their movements ... However, now it is for me just as a deviating pear, not as an enemy. I just need something to hit him ... hit so that he began to fight ...
I pushed away from the wall to be behind him, but already knowing that he turns to face me as soon as I try to hit him, I dared to do something that made a lot of time on his orders. Pushed off from the floor with one foot, I somehow managed to step through the air as if behind Wesker. Instantly turning I managed to grab his hand around his neck, with the force of hugging. This is only a minute victory, now it still breaks out ... but I managed to remove his glasses. And then get hurt more .. or hurt me.
But for some reason he was standing still.
- What now, my dear Jill? - He said quietly. This is not just a physical check ... this is a test and moral. My confidence, stamina, willpower, my ideals, my faith ... Every time - this is a test of what I have lived all my life.
- What else? .. - I threw it proklyatuschie these glasses aside and let him go. - Tell me, what's next - I wanted to throw him to the ground and choke him ... for as long as it would be in the eyes of the demon is not the lights went out ... I would like to, but I knew I could not do it. - You're not something that is not attacked .. even defended well, right?
- Let's ... and then what? - The first time in a long damn time, I again had the opportunity to see his eyes.
- I do not understand your issues - they scare me ... frightened, and with it's crazy. The most terrible eyes in my life ... - I would like to kill you ... very ... But I can not kill those who do not protect ... - He would not let me kill myself, of course. But ... why I thought I did the right thing now? I am once again confused in my mind ...
- Jill, Jill ... - Again he said, referring to me as a young child. - In this case, before we're done, I'll tell you one thing, which is unlikely to be news for you. I'm going to kill Chris, come what may. Do you really need my protection, to prevent this?
- No, Wesker is no use. But I can not transcend itself ... at least .. now .. - How could it fly out of my head? Our enemy ... We searched for him all the ten years .. our goal - to kill him. Why now ... I do not even attempt to do? After all, I wanted it, when I came after the fall of the cliff. I promised myself that I would kill him ... Why now ... I paid off a stupidity? .. I looked at Wesker and wanted to say that Chris will not be able to kill, but changed her mind. These words have no meaning for this one .... And the chance to kill him ... I have no more. - You got what you wanted .. - Strength of mind melting eyes. I felt like getting more weak ... - Or do you think .. I'd try to kill you?
Wesker lowered his head, which usually means he irritation. And then hit me with the force of the face. It was my turn to fly off and land on his back hurt.
- I need you to be ruthless to imagine that all the forces sent to fight, but instead you're acting like a rag. - He turned and walked to the door: - Training is over. Go back to him.

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I turned and walked quickly to his room under the supervision of the man in the white coat. Oh, I wish they were robots, honestly ...
In the evening I went over and took him to a familiar room already. Excella was very out of sorts, but the shots did skillfully. She did not conceal irritation, did not try to inject carefully, as it has done for Wesker, but the pain of the injection I have not experienced. Surprisingly light hand for a man with such a character. Body while it continued to refuse to take orders, and then reluctantly, beginning to obey. Raged within me when I heard her command to do something.
Her voice, her accent ... it pisses me off. But we met with her only when acting virus, so for my part it out of danger. And it was terrible for two weeks ... I thought that I had lost count of how many days have passed since the time when Wesker left the two women to harass each other. Excella conduct classes only in the evening, and I was ready to kill her at times ... if only not a deterrent effect of the virus.
One night, I realized that the feeling I felt when I saw them together was like those shots of jealousy when I saw Chris and Maggie. But here it was not the shots, but something more painful. And completely unfounded. In fact, Wesker is my enemy, where can I .. jealous? This question a few nights in a row turns me into a dead end, and I could hardly sleep in the morning. And woke up with a plea to these days with his woman quickly ended. She obviously it out on me for the fact that he had gone for two weeks ...
I have once again led to the hall, and I was not left thinking that these guards never leave me alone, I never call in Wesker's confidence enough to let me walk around the most here. Excella though, and was always busy, but I have a chance to escape and does not, as she had promised. I was beginning to tire of his inexplicable hatred for it ... I mean, this was due to hate, but I could not admit to the end that all over again ... blame jealousy.
Going to the gym, I do a little bit surprised that I saw. Wesker was there ... in black T-shirt and jeans ... that better emphasized the color of his skin. And in the same black gloves. He pulls up on the bar, and I could not help admiring his body. Every movement was so simple ... but for some reason, so fascinated that you could hardly take his eyes. He was sideways to me, and the glasses, perhaps, a little obscured his view, as he did not stop doing their exercises, when I went.
Damn it ... because I'm bored ...?
It was especially painful to acknowledge. And this pain brightened only joy that he's back.
- Captain Wesker! - That's enough ... but then I could never break away from his body. On how tense the muscles in his stomach .. it was visible even through the shirt. I terribly wanted to touch ... to feel a touch of his stomach all his superhuman strength ... But it was only a delusion, it is necessary to drive these thoughts soon. - Sixteen days, eighteen hours ... you stop to keep his word! And it promised to two women .. back just two weeks! - I overcame the weakness in the legs and went to him, overcoming the good half of the room.
- Oh, please forgive me - he easily jumped off and, shaking hands, approached. - Unforeseen circumstances. But really, Jill, you are so eager to see me, you scored a clock?
- Yes, I have less resistance .. when giving orders to your voice. With Excella was ... difficult to conduct training, - but he also scored when I was asleep? However, it is the task of the researcher. Why am I just a few hours? His question was set up as a trap. No matter what I said .. in any case, would issue itself. How can he go the clothes ... not so, as the official costume ... - Have you visited her, I hope? And then she told me in your next departure will not forgive - I rolled up her sleeves to prick and held out her hand.
- Jill, Jill, - he looked at my hand and obediently took a syringe from his pocket robe hanging on a hook in the wall. - Do I hear jealousy in your voice? - Even his prick was somehow less painful. - What would your ... Partner?
- Do not you remember it - I no longer feel like a virus spread through my body, but now everything inside burned anger. All thoughts of Excella, of jealousy, even the body of Wesker kicked out of my head. What would you say? Chris would not believe ... and I would be easier to convince him that it was not me ... - To him, I died ... - At a time when the volunteer reached out to you. - And you do not need me to wonder besilas now, is not it? - But to overcome the fury that at unprecedented speed spreads throughout the body, sometimes almost impossible ... Especially when it comes to a loved one ... which you betray ... Most would have already started to operate a virus, or I'll beat Wesker with his hands ...
I turned away, not to see his face ... clenched fists, trying to somehow recover. How can he ... after all that has caused him .. done us ... mention it at me? While I was shaking with rage, his fists slowly unclenched. That's a virus ... Now the body calm down ... A self-torture, I leave for the night.
- We've got military training, Valentine, - he said. - I want to see if you can resist me now. The last time you and your ... partner - he uttered with special intonation is a word - not shown the best performance.
- Yes, it was not our day - I always thought of the pain that night. Not today, today, it will give me the strength ... I turned to Wesker, taking the same fighting stance, like a month ago, when he first appeared in the room. - And I think when we go to this ... - Where I have such confidence? The reaction rate and the force does not guarantee victory. - Well ... do not take off your glasses? - I asked with a smile, remembering our first .. and last combat training.
- Make me - it was inviting gesture. He asked me to start the first ... causing memories of ten years ago, when we also faced each other, but then it was not known that he was testing us for Umbrella. And then the guys were laughing, which for ten years no longer with us ...
I do not know whether to act in me a virus, or I did what she wanted ... But in any case, my body acted much faster my mind. The problem remained the same: whatever blows I have tried to make, he always dodged. As if reading my thoughts, knew in advance where I'm going to beat. At first, he kept dodging, not attacking me. We see his goal today was to see if I could pay him at least some impact. Maybe ... cunning? Bandwagon to use or anything! But for me it was too fast .. if they beat him, then he will not expect it. The last time ... All the same ten years ago ... he was not that fast. I was beginning to run out of steam.
- Do not think that you are so weak, Jill - He shook his head, once again leaving immediately on impact. - I did not give you time to prepare.
- J.. is not weak! - I managed to hit him in the leg just below the knee, but for some reason I thought that none of my kick came to nothing lead. I still can not hurt him. Come on, Jill ... you can be faster than him ... virus probably the same, if you try, that I have less to be able to play my hand. But it is too long has this power ... I train too long! But not for nothing that the whole time I've been here! Olin of my kicks came to him in the stomach, but on the face, which I hardly had time to notice because of the frequent flashes, no impact, although I knew I felt the blow came very tangible. But he continued to use his damn acceleration .. why do I. .. slower?
In the end, I'm pretty furious. Can also play at least the age difference? I remembered what he started doing tricks in the estate of Spencer and surprise even to herself dare the impossible. I pulled away from him to the side, with lightning speed rounded it bounced down off the wall and hit with power in his belly. The suddenness of my actions, and he fell, leaving for a few meters, printed on the wall. However, unfortunately, almost immediately rose to his feet.
- That's better. But so far not so much that I also entered the fray. - Rated it sparingly.
It's all about the speed ... Facilities great, and if you move back and forth, picking up more and more speed, then it could get something.
- Why should you clone yourself? - Continuing to develop the skills of speed, I tried to run past him, but almost immediately turned around. The blow fell on his shoulder, so that it was painful to me than to him. Anger was not enough to keep me strength and the will to fight. I wanted to give up and fall to the floor ... But I continued to attack him, then use the full force, which was capable of, the speed, which I though was just beginning to discover for themselves. I had to use only somersaults in the air, but I'm afraid ... the body is not able to do so without his orders, even though they probably would have given me an advantage ...
- You have no clue? - In the voice of Wesker reappeared sarcasm. - Clone - too harsh word. Indeed, I share with you the power that he possess. Many would be infinitely grateful to me for this ... gift.
- A gift? - Oh, what a generous! - This is a curse ... - It does not have any weak points. All protected, and I'm too focused on their movements ... However, now it is for me just as a deviating pear, not as an enemy. I just need something to hit him ... hit so that he began to fight ...
I pushed away from the wall to be behind him, but already knowing that he turns to face me as soon as I try to hit him, I dared to do something that made a lot of time on his orders. Pushed off from the floor with one foot, I somehow managed to step through the air as if behind Wesker. Instantly turning I managed to grab his hand around his neck, with the force of hugging. This is only a minute victory, now it still breaks out ... but I managed to remove his glasses. And then get hurt more .. or hurt me.
But for some reason he was standing still.
- What now, my dear Jill? - He said quietly. This is not just a physical check ... this is a test and moral. My confidence, stamina, willpower, my ideals, my faith ... Every time - this is a test of what I have lived all my life.
- What else? .. - I threw it proklyatuschie these glasses aside and let him go. - Tell me, what's next - I wanted to throw him to the ground and choke him ... for as long as it would be in the eyes of the demon is not the lights went out ... I would like to, but I knew I could not do it. - You're not something that is not attacked .. even defended well, right?
- Let's ... and then what? - The first time in a long damn time, I again had the opportunity to see his eyes.
- I do not understand your issues - they scare me ... frightened, and with it's crazy. The most terrible eyes in my life ... - I would like to kill you ... very ... But I can not kill those who do not protect ... - He would not let me kill myself, of course. But ... why I thought I did the right thing now? I am once again confused in my mind ...
- Jill, Jill ... - Again he said, referring to me as a young child. - In this case, before we're done, I'll tell you one thing, which is unlikely to be news for you. I'm going to kill Chris, come what may. Do you really need my protection, to prevent this?
- No, Wesker is no use. But I can not transcend itself ... at least .. now .. - How could it fly out of my head? Our enemy ... We searched for him all the ten years .. our goal - to kill him. Why now ... I do not even attempt to do? After all, I wanted it, when I came after the fall of the cliff. I promised myself that I would kill him ... Why now ... I paid off a stupidity? .. I looked at Wesker and wanted to say that Chris will not be able to kill, but changed her mind. These words have no meaning for this one .... And the chance to kill him ... I have no more. - You got what you wanted .. - Strength of mind melting eyes. I felt like getting more weak ... - Or do you think .. I'd try to kill you?
Wesker lowered his head, which usually means he irritation. And then hit me with the force of the face. It was my turn to fly off and land on his back hurt.
- I need you to be ruthless to imagine that all the forces sent to fight, but instead you're acting like a rag. - He turned and walked to the door: - Training is over. Go back to him.

I only made picture.
fanfic belong to their author[link]

models
Albert Wesker by lightingHawk007
Jill by

made in
Xnalara