Resident Evil Series Fan Fiction ❯ Resident Evil Blood ❯ Chapter 10 Rape ( Chapter 10 )

Yoh! Disclaimer: I don't own nothing', except a sweet Chris Redfield action figure. I play doll with it all the time... Resident Evil and it's many AWESOME characters are all property of Capcom and I am simply using and abusing Chris Redfield and the other RE guys because *sings it!* “It's so delicious!”

 

 

Resident Evil Blood

 

 

Chapter 10 - Rape

 

 

Unknown Location… Five years after Raccoon City.

 

 

Has it been days? How many? How long did Wesker keep me sedated? Where is he? How did all this happen? Why? Why is he here? Why do I hurt so bad..? Why do I feel so… So much pain..?

 

Chris snapped back to attention. He blinked a few times seeing a big slab of red cement two inches from his nose. It made for rather awkward positioning. And gravity felt weird.

 

Backwards..? No, wait… I'm backwards? Wait… No..?

 

The BSAA member looked up, or down, or actually directly in front of him, since he wasn't really sure of his `gravitational positioning'. To say that he was confused about his surroundings would have been an understatement. His mind was desperately trying to get it together, but it was having more than a bit of difficulty. It was the preoccupation, albeit, with the exorbitant amount of pain that was currently flooding his senses. It made it hard for him to get his bearings. Behind himself he could also feel weight; something pressing up against him, holding him in place.

 

What..? Where..? Huh?

 

That's when the strong putrid smell of metal, dirt and acid rose into his nostrils and assaulted his already weakened mind with rank foulness. It caused him to push away from the liquid as he discovered it coated the entire floor, glistening with faint traces of reflected light. His shaking limbs almost slipped in the disgusting goo, but he caught himself before smacking directly into the ground. The dark red stuff was everywhere. His hands were entirely red from contact with it.

 

What..? Blood..? Whose..? Mine?! Wait…

 

At least now he knew which side was up as his disorientation started to lift. He could still feel something hovering over himself... An ominous presence.

 

Wait… Wesker!!

 

As if a curtain had been lifted from his mind, Chris suddenly remembered what had transpired the last few days. Especially, in the last few hours. And he felt his heart clench is terror as a shock wave of panic over took him. He could feel the hot breath of another on the back of his neck and the heat of another body pressed up against his own. “NO!!” he screamed as he dashed an elbow behind himself. “Fuck, NO!”

 

The brunette didn't even give it a second thought as he heard an annoyed curse as his elbow made contact with something and he quickly dashed forward. His movements were spastic and disoriented, but damn was he fast with the fear of rape put into his mind. He felt the weight slightly pull off as he crawled out from under it and desperately made to put some distance between himself and the tyrant.

 

Wesker, on the other hand, growled at the attempt. He allowed Chris the ability to scurry away only so far before reaching out and grabbing onto the other man's ankle and reeling him back in like a doomed fish on a line, laughing at the cry of surprise and protest. From the force of the pull, Chris slipped and fell onto his side into the rank pool of blood as he was slid easy back towards Wesker. “Going somewhere?” the blond asked menacingly as he tightened his grip on the other man's leg.

 

“Let me go!!” Chris screamed and made to swing his other foot to kick Wesker in the face, but the tyrant caught his other foot and instead pulled Chris even closer, with one hand on each ankle, throwing Chris' legs on either side of himself.

 

Chris slammed onto his back and roared in anger at the futility of escaping Wesker. The blond simply smirked in amusement.

 

“Wesker!” the BSAA member cried in frustration, “God damn it!! Let go!” he screamed as he tried his best to sit up and dislodge his legs from Weskers grip. If he hadn't been covered with blood before, he certainly was now. And all of the struggling certainly was doing a good job of coating him even more. From head to toe, Chris looked more like a blood bathed zombie now, than an actual human. It mildly occurred to him that that was probably the reason why he felt so weak and lightheaded: from the blood loss and all. Oh, and from the consecutive blows to the head Wesker kept giving him. Yeah, that too, probably.

 

As if to accentuate the dilemma, Wesker let go of Chris' feet and immediately grabbed onto his knees and pulled him towards himself even more. The force of the pull knocked Chris back onto his back again and slammed his head onto the concrete yet once more with a very loud and resounding crack. The stun from the impact immobilized Chris as his vision blurred and fluttered into a thousand twinkling black stars. “Augh…” he moaned as he felt Wesker release his legs and push them up, effectively lifting his hips.

 

He wanted to move and fight back, but his body hurt so much and it all seemed so utterly pointless anyways. Wesker was too strong! He didn't want to admit defeat or give up, but…

 

What the hell am I supposed to do?!?! Fuuuuck!!!

 

Chris felt as Wesker grabbed him by the thighs and positioned his knees over his shoulders. “No..” Chris weakly shook his head. He wanted to scream, but his voice caught in his throat as all he could do was watch and tremble. It was fear he felt. Pure and utter terror, unlike any he had ever encountered. It was one of desperate and complete helplessness. He had tried for an exhausted amount of time to fight back, but it was a losing battle. It had been since the beginning; from the moment he had first seen the flashes of light in the dank underground Umbrella facility and walked into the room, since then; since that moment, when he first engaged Wesker, his fate had been sealed. He could only look up now and cry as the tears, he knew now must be flowing, cleared a path on his face; as they mixed with the dirty blood and washed his eyes free of filth - only for him to see Wesker's fire demon eyes staring right back at him.

 

“Chris,” the tyrant smirked, narrowing his predatory gaze. “Finally given up, I see.” He laughed, his voice low and mean. “But, Chris,” he said as he leaned over and chuckled as the other man gasped and shook his head in panic at the contact the other man's dick made with his ass. “The fun is just beginning.”

 

“NO!” Chris finally managed to yell.

 

To hell with pain! To hell with not being able to fight back! To hell with Wesker! I'll be fucked, if I'm about to give up to the likes of this jack ass! Literally!

 

It was probably the adrenaline, or the endorphins, or maybe the first signs of Chris just slightly going off the deep end, whatever it was, it propelled him forwards with a resounding battle cry as he smashed his forehead into Wesker's face; every last ounce of strength the BSAA member had left dispersed into one single effective blow.

 

“Argh!”

 

This sent Wesker back just enough, so Chris could dislodge his legs and kick off of the blonde's chest, like a stepping stone, as he turned his body and rolled onto his hands and knees. A sudden wave of delirium hit that threatened to knock him down, but he ignored it and simply closed his eyes as he forced his screaming body up off the ground and onto his feet.

 

It felt like he hadn't walked in ages as he nearly tripped and fell like a sack of lead while he clumsily side peddled away from Wesker at an agonizingly slow pace. He didn't have a single clue where he was going, but anywhere was better than where he had just been.

 

He dodged left into the shadows behind another tower of drum barrels in his mad dash to elude Wesker. Unfortunately, adrenaline could only advance Chris so far before the reality of physics, and massive blood loss, set in. Only a few meters away, Chris stumbled and fell as his body seized in shock and his mind reeled in vertigo. The BSAA member gripped onto whatever vestige of reality his eyes allowed him to retain and pulled himself up using an over turned drum barrel as leverage, but already he could feel his limbs freezing up.

 

No! Not now!

 

“CHRIIIIIIIS!!!”

 

FUCK! Shit! Not now, damn it! Get up! Agh, get up!!!

 

Chris willed himself to stand once again, but he couldn't run, regardless of how much he demanded it of himself. He was already way past his limit as it was.

 

God, no! Get up damned it! Get up!

 

“Ah, there you are,” he heard a disgruntled voice call out. He couldn't tell from which direction it was coming from anymore. The large structure they were in amplified the echoes and made it impossible to discern. “I must admit Chris,” the voice continued. It was louder. It was closer; he was closer. The brunette swallowed and looked up and around, but the tears in his eyes blurred his vision as all the shapes and colors comingled with the darkness. “I'm impressed with how much you've managed to endure up until now.” Chris tried again to steady himself and stand.

 

Can't give up..! I have to escape… I have to get out of here! I need to go! I have to get up, damned it! Get up and move! Fucking, move!!

 

Despite his pleads for his own body to respond, he remained immobilized. Every limb felt dead and the only substance now flowing through his veins was made of liquid fear and burning agony. His body itself was already shaking from exertion and fatigue, and no matter what type of private cajoling or fake goal he fixated his mind onto, his body had long since done what he was slowly sinking into the rest of him: defeat.

 

No… No… Please… Please, move! Get up…

 

“You must know by now Chris,” he felt Wesker's hand lightly caress the side of his face. Chris stiffened at the touch, but didn't do anything against it; couldn't do anything against it. He closed his eyes and felt the heat of tears stream down his cheeks as the last subtle bits of defiance escaped him. “Resistance is futile.”

 

There was a momentary pause of blinding white. Sound stopped. And all the room seemed to distort, freeze and then reappear on its side. Chris realized at that moment, it wasn't the world that had collapsed, but himself. Or maybe Wesker had smacked him to the ground. He honestly couldn't tell anymore. Either way, for a brief few beautiful seconds, he felt no pain. It was a sweet numbness that lived its glory in the lack of any sensation. But like a dream, it fluttered dangerously on the realm of reality and disappeared in its cruel wake. The now too common anguish flowed back; a delude of wretched agony that threatened to destroy and collapse the very vessel it inhabited.

 

And Chris took comfort in knowing that he no longer had to fight it. It was over. He had lost.

 

He didn't resist Wesker as the man rolled him from his side onto his back, or when the other man spread his legs again, or when the tyrant leaned down into him. Chris was done fighting. Even if he still wanted to, his body now refused by clamming up and refusing to respond. It was difficult enough just to keep a clear head, not that Chris was doing a good job of that either.

 

Wesker didn't say anything. He had accomplished what he had set out to do: break the man's hope. There was no need for further antagonizing. It was both unnerving and satisfying seeing the hotshot Redfield in such a compromised position. Wesker couldn't help himself. The fact that the BSAA member now chose not to resist; almost like a pliable life-sized doll, made him take the opportunity to kiss his old STARS markman. He had found he rather enjoyed the taste of Chris. His lips tasted like blood and victory all rolled into one.

 

The brunette closed his eyes as Wesker ravaged his mouth and silently pleaded for a quick end, even though he knew better than to expect that. Not with Wesker. Not now.

 

His body lay limp in the man's grasp, but each cell that wasn't busy trying to outdo each other with the torment of their own suffering, was instead feeling the revulsion of Wesker's heat. If it were possible for Chris to vomit again, he probably would have. Instead he had to endure the stinging bites as the tyrant left mark after mark running down the beaten man's torso. It was probably just in his head, but Chris could swear he felt the burning sickness of Wesker's saliva as it stung his skin on contact like alcohol dripped onto a festering wound. It made him cry out in pitiful moans as he was continually bruised and roughly manhandled.

 

Wesker was a far cry from gentle and, unlike before, he now took his time in further prolonging the agonized existence for Chris before finally propping up the other man's legs onto either side of his shoulders. Chris braced himself as he again felt the lingering pressure against his ass as the monster raised his hips. An alarm shot off, but there wasn't much else he could do. Nothing though, could prepare him for the blinding cry that suddenly tore from his lungs as Wesker harshly shoved himself into him near full hilt.

 

It actually took a split second for the rest of Chris' mind to catch up with his screaming as his body fizzled into nothing but an embodiment of indescribable pain. It was beyond anything he had endured; beyond anything he had encountered; beyond anything he could have fathomed. And Chris was no newbie to pain.

 

Even Wesker was surprised by the level of force he had to exert to fully impale the man. Without a shadow of a doubt, he had uncompromisingly done some very effective damage to Chris' insides. As if the amount of blood that trailed out, along with his dick as he retracted, didn't give it away, the mad cries of ire and demented pitifully wailed agony certainly gave him a pretty good gauge to go off of.

 

Honestly, if Chris had had a gun, right then and there, he would have shot himself point blank in the head. No questions asked. It was a mind blowing perforation that burned and sliced into his very soul. Every nerve became incinerated with scorching hot embers as Wesker thrust into him again, eliciting another desperate yell of pure anguish. No thought could pass or form as nothing worked anymore in his mind other than the pain receptors as they flushed, pulsed and vibrated with uncanny reception.

 

Chris flailed to the sides, more out of a violent natural reaction, but he couldn't get the monster to give in any. Wesker mercilessly pulled out, a surge of blood streaming out as well, as he pounded into the once vestal, soft flesh again and again. Chris screamed a river of despondent tears, but it fell on deaf ears. Every angle, every phase, every possible shift only brought more derision and ever-increasing torment. A pain so keen and intense, that it increased in uncanny rapid succession, spreading through his body like razor sharp shockwaves from a beacon cutting into his flesh.

 

It was hell. And Wesker was the devil. He increased the tempo, furiously thrusting into the other man as if demon possessed, his nails digging trenches into supple skin and letting even more blood flow. The blond had expected a perhaps pleasurable experience in raping Chris, for himself that is, but frankly, this was beyond bliss. It was madness, and rash, and fervent. The ardent hot abandon that fueled his seemingly now frenzied lust accelerated a thousand fold with each impassioned stab; each piercing scream tore from his captive's succulent throat; a multitude of displaced halos shattering with every impact their bodies made. It was hot. It was damned hot.

 

And Chris prayed for death. He screamed for it. Every vocal cord in his chest cried for it. He had never wished for anything so dearly. His words desperately begged for Wesker to stop, but if anything his pathetic pleads only intensified Wesker's urge to fuck him harder. Chris howled and cried at the rape, a steady and never ending flow of salty wetness surrounding his eyes, until his voice ran low and hoarse; his incapacitated body, nothing more than a rag doll in the tyrant's arms, swayed back and forth in the unhinged passionate throws of his sadistic assailant. He wished for an end to it; for an end to himself. He was breaking. His beaten body useless and destroyed. And the last final refuge of reason locked deep away in his mind; the final high strung thread upon which dangled the fragile remnants of his tattered sanity, cracked and dissolved into the mindless sea of void chaos.

 

At that moment, all sounds ceased. Even Wesker suddenly stopped as he quickly assessed why the loud desperate cries had dissipated, before ignoring it and continuing. Chris breathed in ragged short bursts as he lifelessly stared up at the blank darkness. Any hint of rationality gone; his eyes mindlessly devoid of anything.

 

And Wesker fucked him. The time was lost on them. If it was for minutes or hours, it didn't matter. It seemed like eternity all the same. A long euphoric hallucination of pain and torture, tread on only by the cold reality of its morbid climax.

 

Wesker closed his eyes as the final strands of release hit him. He let out a low guttural growl as he emptied himself into Chris, riding the intoxicating glow of the aftermath. He no longer felt any presence from the man himself though. He slowly opened his yellow cat slit eyes and looked down on the strangely calm face of his old STARS recruit.

 

Oh. No wonder... He's dead.

 

 

 

 

 

 

***************************** Author Time! *****************************

Yoh!

 

Yeah… Um… Not much to say here. Chris… He's dead. Even though, I'm the one who wrote this, I'm… Still in slight shock. Like… Damn. He's dead. *mind blown* I still have to let this sink in… So, I'm gonna go work on cosplay now. And listen to sad music. Poor Chris. Death by rape. But really, realistically, this couldn't have ended in any other way.

 

Oh, did anyone else catch all the allusions to RE5 I threw in there? Yeah, because as far as I'm concerned, this fic's my brain's sad attempt at replacing that horrible RE5 ending with something waaay better.

 

The next chapter is… Still depressing, but not as much. It's back in the present. And Carlos is in it! His latino cockiness auto scores even the most depressing chapter a score of no less than 7 on the funny charts. Heh. And no, not to worry, I'll not be killing any other main character. Personally, I hate character deaths. *grins*

 

Ah! So Please, R/R! Let me know what you think! I really adore reading reviews and they fill me with such gusto which makes me go sit down and write more! So please R/R! Thank you!

 

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Yoh! Oh, yeah, the Weskers were quite nice to look at, heh, So where the Chris' and the other cast. Everyone did such an awesome job at their costumes! Oh, yeah, and Youtube has sucj awesome Wesker AMVs. Go type in Wesker tribute and watch them all. So epic! Thanks for the review! I hope I don't scare you off with this chapter, heh. On Sunday, I'll update with the next chapter, so you'll get it soon!