' 𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃, as well as all the control you could want. and yet here, in my own home, you still feel the need to be in charge. ' and he had the gall to stand in front of her sun too. the heiress didn't open her eyes, stretching out on the pool chair.

Keep in mind this is still a very workshopped baby of a thought, but Vale's resi verse goes along the lines of...

What if there was some virus strain or something found in fossils called "The Relic Strain/Gene/Virus" and was seen as a secret to securing your soul/immortality and Vale somehow got infected and now is in some race against time to cure it as it's got an abnormally long incubation period before symptoms hit The Point Of No Return. (It's pretty much what if The Relic from cbp77 was a Virus instead of a biochip)!

jealousy prompts x

Chris crossed his arms and looked to the side, not meeting Wesker's gaze. "No." Yes.

He was silent for a long time until he let his shoulders sag, looking back at his captain like a dog that had just been kicked. "We always do patrol duty on Thursdays. And Forest isn't even on Alpha team. So why are you taking him this week?" Chris looked away again and mumbled, "He isn't even a good shot." Patently untrue, but Chris was better. He had the trophies to prove it.

　　𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐅𝐄𝐖 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒, taking her time to dust herself off. wesker had never liked that she had connections with anyone, but it seemed that there was one in particular that really got under his skin. she didn't quite understand why, but she'd learned that despite how he cared so much about control and plans, he could be quite sensitive.

　　𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒, continuing to light her cigarette as she was before he'd showed up. it wasn't uncommon for them to fight, though usually they managed to do it out of the view of other people and definitely not at a special event like this. it was embarrassing, and she'd thrown what little ammo she'd had back at him in a desperate attempt not to look like a stupid rich girl.

　　' and what if i'm not lying? what if i took back all my money and left you with nothing? since that's all you really want from me anyway. ' the champagne from earlier was already starting to give her a headache that she discreetly tried to rub away with one manicured finger to her temple.

　　𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓. or it should have been. but kinsey couldn't help but feel her heart sink as she heard his words, as final as a door locking shut.

"there's  a  fuckin'  hole  in  your  chest."  carlos  wasn't  sure  what  the  process  for  finding  one  of  the  lead  researchers  impaled  by  his  own  weapon  was  supposed  to  be.  especially  so  when  they  weren't  fucking  dead.  "…  sir."  he  knew  that  some  of  the  bioweapons  they  had  to  contain  had  advanced  healing  factors.  but  carlos  had  never  seen  a  human  survive  something  like  that.  which  could  only  mean  one  thing.

she  was  burning  up,  and  it  is  all  albert  wesker's  fault.  she's  convinced  that  her  hands  are  full  of  scratches  by  digging  her  fingernails  into  her  skin  to  prevent  from  crying  out.  she  refused  to  give  him  the  satisifaction  that  whatever  he  gave  her  was  working  to  his  advatnage.  being  a  lab  rat  wasn't  something  she  had  planned.  she  should  have  done  better  to  avoid  capture  in  paris,  but  she  needed  to  find  chris.  her  brother.  regardless  of  the  outcome,  it  will  be  worth  it  if  it  meant  she  bought  chris  extra  time  to  get  out  of  this  hell.

she  hasn't  saw  steve  for  days.  she  has  no  idea  if  she  has  been  sleeping  for  hours,  days,  or  weeks.  she  was  in  too  much  pain  to  recall  the  prescise  amount  of  time  it  has  been  since  their  last  conversation.  now,  she  can  see  the  shadow  of  wesker  coming  near  her,  and  her  legs  involuntarily  kick  out,  wishing  she  had  her  knife  in  her  pocket.  ‘ get  the  hell  away  from  me! '  she  yells,  almost  surprised  that  she  felt  the  coldness  across  her  forehead,  but  she  doesn't  trust  him.  ‘i’m  going  to  kick  your  ass, and that's a promise. '