Resident Evil Series Fan Fiction ❯ Resident Evil Blood ❯ Chapter 4 Contemplation ( Chapter 4 )

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Resident Evil Blood

Chapter 4 – Contemplation

Chris sat in his temporary bed in deep thought. He had been escorted to the guest facility by Colonel Bruce McGivern himself. The man had seemed nice enough, but Chris knew better than to let his guard down. He knew Bruce had been a special US SATCOM operative not too many years earlier and that he was mostly responsible for the Spencer Rain mission results. It wasn't surprising really that he would be involved with the BSAA now, or that he held the current rank and position of colonel, but still Chris had not expected him of all people to have shown up, especially at this BSAA location of all places. He... He's dealt with... Things like me. The ex-BSAA member closed his eyes. I have to be careful...

Chris sighed and laid down letting his eyes stare up at the ceiling through his red tinted shades. He let his mind wander, not particularly interested in continuing the trail of thought on what he should do next. I have to be careful... He closed his eye lids and tried to clear his mind, trying his hardest to relax. Despite his best effort, his mind, for some reason, kept wandering back to that day...

I have to… To be careful...


Somewhere in Paris. Five years after Raccoon City.

“Chris,” the man obscured in a black silhouette cracked his knuckles and took a step out of the monitor’s white light. “It’s been far too long...” he breathed out slowly as if savoring the very air of the dark atmosphere and practically licking his lips in seeming anticipation.

To say that Chris was paralyzed in utter fear was an understatement. Thankfully, he had a knack for maintaining his cool even under dire and extreme conditions. It took a few seconds, but Chris managed to snap out of his stunned lock and re-pointed his gun at the other man. “Wesker,” he seethed. “What are you doing here?”

Wesker smirked, although the gesture was half lost in the shadowed contours of his face. “Attending to business. You, on the other hand, are an uninvited guest.” He paused and chuckled slightly at Chris’ obvious paranoia. He grinned. Chris wasn't stupid. It was well founded paranoia. “Allow me then,” he took a step towards the BSAA member, “To be so kind,” Chris instantly took a step back, "As to extend an invitation."

"No thanks," Chris quickly replied as his now well adjusted eyes searched the desolate room for something, anything, that could give him an advantage. "Got two rules I follow: don't take candy from strangers and don't take invitations from mad men."

"Chris, you wound me." Wesker feigned mock disillusionment as he took another step towards Chris. The BSAA member again took another step away. He mentally cursed as he saw nothing in what seemed to be a beat-up computer command area that could help him out against the approaching menace. "Well..." Wesker broke out in a delirious laugh. "Allow me to return the favor!" At this the obscured figure quite suddenly disappeared. Chris didn't even have time to blink his doubting eyes as Wesker re-appeared only a few feet away in mid-air bearing down on him. With hair-line timing, the ex-STARS member threw himself to the side and rolled out of the way as Wesker landed with his fist slamming into the ground where Chris had just stood a split second before. The tile floor shattered into a million pieces as the underground concrete itself caved in and broke into huge chunks of smashed cinder block. Chris gasped at the sheer force and sucked in air knowing that very easily could have been him. Fist sized projectile debris scattered around the floor as the air cleared from the raised dust and rubble. “Quick.“ Wesker stated as he slowly stood while absentmindedly dusting his black shirt sleeves. “As always,“ he added as an after thought. He turned to face Chris. "I wouldn't expect anything less from one of my best men."

"I stopped being one of your men years ago!" Chris suddenly yelled out. "When you tried to KILL us all, you bastard!"

Wesker simply burst out into laughter. He always did know exactly what buttons to push to bring the usually cool Chris into a fit of rage. Nothing stung the boy more than humiliation and betrayal. Two things Wesker excelled at in engaging. "Still holding onto grudges I see." Wesker smoothed his hair out with his gloved hand. "Fine then," he added nonchalantly, as he then unexpectedly rushed Chris and grabbed him by the throat. "I've got a few of those to settle with you too."

Chris grunted as the other man's vice grip tightened around his windpipe. Wesker was fast. Incredibly fast! He hadn't even seen him dash towards him. One second he's standing there, the next, he's crushing my throat! "Ugh!" Chris struggled to pry the leather clad fingers from his neck.

"You were lucky last time, Chris," Wesker continued, a twisted scowl marred his face as he recalled the Antarctica Facility. "Don't expect random explosions to save you this time." He half dragged, half slammed Chris up against the closest wall; relishing the man’s cry in sudden pain at being pushed against jutting computer equipment so roughly. Really, humans are such delicate creatures, Wesker couldn't help but muse. Hmph. I wonder how long it would take to brake him..?

As if dedicating all of his effort into just trying to get air past Wesker's grip and into his lungs wasn't consuming enough, Chris suddenly felt his weight shift as he was slowly dragged upwards against the wall. He felt knobs and switches cut into his back, while his boots lost contact with the floor. His brain suddenly panicked as he felt every vertebra in his neck struggle and strain to carry the overbearing weight of his own body. Crap! What do I do now?!?! He mentally cursed. He kicked at Wesker, but it accomplished nothing. He could feel himself asphyxiating! $#&@!! The air wasn't getting in anymore! His insides burned and there was nothing he could do about it. This can't be it! No! It can't- "Wes.. Kke...Rrgh..." He unintentionally grunted out as he started seeing black swirls swarm his vision.

Wesker pushed Chris’ neck into the wall, pressing it hard against the machinery, straining every nerve fiber into stretched tendrils of living fire. Chris could literally feel his spinal cord starting to tear as waves of electric bursts shot into his head; one after the other. No! No!! NO!!! I won't! Not like this!!! He couldn't think anymore. The pressure on his skull was suffocating! He couldn’t breath! His feet twitched limply as his eyes started to loose their focus. His right hand desperately shot out and grabbed onto something. He couldn't tell what it was. He clutched on as if holding onto dear life, refusing to let go.

Wesker felt Chris going into spastic shock. His eyes had already started to roll back into their sockets. His face was dark red and slightly swollen with a tinge of oncoming purple. Then Chris shot out his hand and grabbed onto his black sun glasses. Wesker was slightly surprised, but didn't stop him. Chris pulled the shades down his face slowly, more with the help of gravity than from his own conscious will.

Although Wesker in no way, shape, or form technically needed the sun glasses, he still liked to wear them. He had his reasons, but as far as he could recall, only a select group of very few had ever actually seen him without the shades on. Chris was one of those special few. In fact, now that he thought of it... Chris was perhaps the only one still alive that even knew what his old and current eyes had looked like. Hm... Wesker couldn’t help but feel a sudden spark of kin nostalgia. It really would be a shame to kill him so quickly-

Before Wesker could complete that thought though, Chris, seemingly pulling strength out of reserves even he didn’t know about, gritted his teeth and, eyes fluttering back to an active state, kicked his feet against the wall, gaining momentum and swung them up, wrapping both legs around Wesker’s waist. With the weight now off his neck, he desperately sucked in a tiny grace of air before he felt Wesker dig his gloved fingers tighter into his skin. Chris clung to Wesker’s body with his legs, while his arms and hands vainly attempted to disengage Wesker’s death grip.

Hm. Good. Struggle to the very end Chris. Don’t disappoint me. Wesker grinned sadistically as he tightened the choke even further. He could see the BSAA member begin to turn a nasty deep blood colored purple while his eyes danced with ever-covering shades of fear. Despite his attempts at loosening the blond’s grip, Wesker noted that Chris had yet to let go of the sun glasses. It was a curious note worth making, Wesker thought. At that point, he felt the younger man begin to violently shake. His eyes once more blinked in pained defeat and retreated into their sockets. He felt the long, powerful legs wrapped around his waist start to loosen- Wait… Hm?! Wesker suddenly noticed something else very much so worth taking note of. Without another thought, Wesker released his hold on the man's body and let Chris drop to the floor like a rag doll.

It took a few confusing moments and several hacking coughs later for Chris to realize he was still alive. Huh-? He struggled to sit up; his body feeling like lead and his arms and body shaking uncontrollably. Taking advantage of the wall and propping himself up against it, he tried in vain to calm his frayed nerves and regain a semblance of conscious, logical thoughts. Parts of his body were failing to respond at all he realized. A stab of fear echoed through his mind, but he shook his head and quickly regretted the physical motion as even more black explosions erupted dashed with white sparkles and stars danced in his direct line of sight.

What..? What just happened? He felt something in his hand. His vision was still blurry and his head still swam in an ocean of bright red and black colored shells, but he could barely make out what appeared to be sunglasses. His thoughts hardly had time to dwell on such an item though as his lungs attacked the dark room air in heaping bouts of wheezing coughs. He gripped onto the black shades as he closed his eyes and tried desperately to stabilize his no-doubt bruised windpipe. Wait-! What-? Where-? Sun glasses?! His eyes immediately shot upwards. Towering above him, with the cockiest smirk ever possessed by any tyrant, stood Wesker - eyes blazing with pure, unadulterated evil. There was nothing in this world that Chris secretly feared, or hated, more than those damned demon eyes.

“Well, well, Chris,” Wesker spoke in a particularly amused tone. “You always were one to have tricks up your sleeves - Or rather, should I say… Down your pants?”

Huh? Chris blinked, baffled and confused, wondering if he‘d actually heard Wesker right. What is he..? Talking about…? His mind still raced with dazed clouds of near death and it was hard trying to understand words at the current moment, at all, but Wesker speaking apparent gibberish wasn’t helping. And then, the ex-STARS member finally bothered to looked down.

At this point, Chris near well expected anything - a pack of cerberus to come running in, a Tyrant to show up, even Plant 42 to spring to life underneath himself, but what he had not expected; what did not AT ALL even vaguely cross his mind, was what currently resided between his legs. A huge, engorged, and extremely obvious erect penis straining against the cloth of his pants. “A-ug,wha-shg,huh, wha-..?” He stuttered, so confused it almost broke his brain.

Wesker laughed. Loudly. He was amused. He was very amused. Chris on the other hand wore the most abhorrently stricken, pained face imaginable as he utterly tried - and failed, to make sense of the situation.

From the constant head shaking, eye blinking and random confused grunts, Wesker grew even more amused at the fact that Chris hadn't figured it out yet. It was actually pretty simple, although none the less embarrassing, Wesker mused. The phenomenon known as "death erection" has been attributed to pressure on the cerebellum, most commonly such as that created by the noose in hangings. Spinal cord injuries, again, mostly to the cerebellum, are known to be associated with such reactions and are often associated with priapism in living patients.

Wesker had to laugh at the pure ridiculousness of the situation. It seems I damaged Chris; shoved him into the wall by the neck a little too hard perhaps..? Hm, haha. How utterly humiliating for him. Worse yet, he hasn't a single clue what's going on. Well... No need to let logic ruin a perfectly good humiliating experience before death. Wesker laughed again. I think I'll have some fun with this before I dispatch of 'poor' Chris.

In the mean time, Chris was beyond baffled; he was down right scared. Sure untimely death was bad enough, but - What the hell is this?!?! THE HELL?!?!?

"Chris," Wesker sneered mockingly. "I had no idea you were like that," he snubbed the other man relishing the absolute alarm that raced through his face.

"Huh?!? What?!? No!!" Chris shook his head and waved his arms, as if he could over shadow the obvious visual fact with overly emphasized gestures. "It's not-! I mean, it-... I, it's- Not," he stuttered, absolutely driving Wesker mad with near-close giddy joy. The BSAA member continued to emphatically try to explain himself - still utterly failing.

Oh, this is simply just too funny, Wesker concluded. If there is a god, which there isn't, the blond grinned, but if there was one, then he is a sadistic aberration of malice design, without a fragment of a doubt. "Really," he baited Chris. "Then why get so 'excited' at my..." Wesker deliberately paused for dramatic effect, as he gained the other man's full attention. "Touch?"

Then Chris' entire face burned like a tomato set on fire and it was at that point that Wesker finally noticed something particularly interesting. Chris looked terrified. Not at the thought of imminent death; for some reason that had never really fazed the man much, but at this particular moment Chris wore a countenance of absolute horrified terror. Wesker knew that look. And he knew Chris. For better or for worse, Wesker recognized that particular 'fear' as being one of unveiled dark secrets. He, himself, had his fair share of them, after all. He could relate. "Chris..." he spoke in a subdued, quiet tone; practically whispering, as he kneeled down in front of the other man. "...Are you homosexual?"

The wide-eyed response of blazon horror written in Chris' face spoke truth far more accurate than actual words could describe. "N- No!" But Wesker had already seen his response.

And suddenly, so many things seem to fit, he mentally muttered. As far as he had known Chris, back in the days of STARS and even after, as he kept tabs on all of his enemies, there was never a mention of Chris being romantically involved. With anyone. And it wasn't for lack of females trying. He genuinely remembered how Jill had used to flirt heavily with him before she finally gave up and found herself another guy. Heh. Well... He signed heavily as the sounds of Chris in obvious pain took him out of the past and back into the present. The BSAA member was apparently trying desperately to get his legs to function. Hm? I wonder if I paralyzed him...?

Wesker, being only a few feet away, reached out and grabbed Chris' leg and dug his fingers painfully into the other man's shins. "Ah!" Chris cried out, as he tried to jerk his leg away. "Don't touch me!" he gruffly yelled.

This, of course, made Wesker smirk. Good. It would have been no fun if he had lost all feeling from the waist down. I want him to feel every last bit of suffering I dish onto him. "Just checking the status of your condition, Redfield."

"I don't have a condition!" Chris rebutted far too quickly. "Get the hell away from me! You freak!"

A sinisterly thin line drew its way across Wesker's lips as his demonic eyes flashed into view and focused intently on his prey. "Freak..?" he repeated. "Strange. Last time I checked," he clucked his tongue. "I wasn't the one with a mounting erection for the man who just tried to kill me."

"It's not for you-" Chris started before he caught himself.

"Oh?" Wesker mocked. "Not for me? Chris, I'm hurt. Who is it for then? Who should I be jealous of?" the man continued mocking as he laughed. "Who, so far more above me, could possibly be preoccupying your mind at a time, place, and situation like this?" With every word spoken, Wesker grew closer. And with every word spoken, Chris grew more alarmed. "Who, or what, on Earth, could you possibly find that much more interestingly arousing that you'd vagrantly display - this?"

"Ah!" Chris gasped in shock as Wesker roughly grabbed him between the legs.

"Tell me Chris," Wesker spit in seething laughter as his fist tightened. "Who is it that inhabits your mind now, hm?"

The other man simply kept his mouth open in stunned silence, shaking his head and trying desperately to get his thoughts wrapped around the fact that Wesker's hand was currently wrapped around his swollen dick. His though processing simply failed to get past commuting that incongruent concept. His body stiffened and reacted in discord as nothing seemed to work correctly. Instead a shrieking voice screamed inside his head and, for the first time in his entire life, Chris feared consequences worse than death. As if reading his mind, Wesker smirked with delirious abandon, letting the glow of absolute evil reflect in Chris' frightened eyes.

"Chris..." Wesker licked his lips at the precarious thoughts of torture that flickered through his mind. "When I'm through with you..." he towered over Chris Redfield. "You won't know what to think."






***************************** Author Time! *****************************
Yoh! Sorry for the long time till update. My computer monitor blew up on me! (Yeah, I know, right?! Wha-?!?) It sucked ‘cause it was an old school 20” CRT which are slightly hard to find now a days. It took about a week before I got a temporary replacement (which gloriously sucked with is whopping‘ 17“ crappy LCDness). But today I finally found a perfect replacement! A 29” CRT! It freakin’ looks like a TV! Whoo! I didn’t even know they made them that big! Awesome. Anyways, I was able to get back to work and here we go, bam, chapter finished! So, I should be able to stick to my regular 1 chapter update per week routine. Next chapter we’ll finally get to see WeskerXChris hotness! Yes!

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