Resident Evil Series Fan Fiction ❯ Resident Evil Blood ❯ Chapter 12 Contravention ( Chapter 12 )

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Resident Evil Blood

Chapter 12 – Contravention

East Coast, BSAA Field Camp and Training Facility. Six years after Raccoon City. Present Day.
Another night. Another morning.

Chris lay in his bed deep in thought.

Tomorrow… That’s when…

Earlier that night, when he, Jill and Claire had returned from their wild goose chase from the mess hall, McGivern had promptly excused himself. Claire said her good byes and left with him, but he could tell that the man had serious thoughts on his mind.

Carlos himself chatted for a few minutes nonchalantly with Jill until the doctor came in and quickly shooed everyone out. He assured everyone that Carlos would be up and ready at the crack of dawn and out of there, so they could come back for him then, at which Carlos suddenly reminded everyone that they would have their mission debriefing at 8 am sharp.

Chris could swear the man said those words for him, and him alone; their eyes lingering on each other, ever so slightly.

He knows… Something. Tomorrow… Or rather, in a few hours, I’ll find out just how much.

Chris took a deep breath and slowly let it out. He went over his story, the same one he had already recounted countless times the day before when Claire had come for him for breakfast. It was a simple story, but it effectively explained what needed telling.

He could remember the annoying questions from that morning…

“But, how’d you escape the exploding building?”

“I didn’t. I wasn’t in it to begin with.”

“Huh?”

“My radio was malfunctioning and I got lost. I thought it would be best if I got out of the building and went to the rendezvous point to, you know, meet-up with the rest of A-1 when they got out, but the building exploded before we were able to meet up.”

“Well, why didn’t you meet up with them afterwards?”

“When the explosion happened, I was across the street. I’m not exactly sure what happened, but I think I got knocked out by some of the flying debris or something. Either way, when I woke up, no one was around. I had a terrible head injury and I was partially buried under a bunch of ruble. It’s still a little foggy, actually, but, well, when I woke up, I couldn’t remember anything and I had no idea how long I had been there.”

“What do you mean you couldn’t remember?”

“Exactly that. When I woke up, I couldn’t remember anything. Why I was there, who I was, what I was supposed to do; it was all gone.”

“You mean, like amnesia?!”

“I guess.”

“So what’d you do? Where’d you go?”

“Well, I was scared, cold, and hungry. I wandered around for awhile until I found a vehicle and took off.”

“Took off? Where?”

“Don’t particularly remember. Didn’t have anyplace in mind. I just sort of drove around. I was looking for something to eat.”

“You remembered how to drive?”

“I didn’t forget that. I remembered most things, just nothing about who I was.”

“Wow, that’s awful! What about your ID; your dog tags? Or the gear you where wearing? It’s got the BSAA emblem on it.”

“Yeah, I had the dog tags still on me, but I didn’t know what they meant. I never found my ID. Don’t know what happened to it. My clothes were destroyed in the explosion. When I woke up, I didn’t have much on me. Not enough to go off of anyways. And not many people in the area spoke English, so that made it even worse.”

“Damn, that must have sucked.”

“Yeah… It did.”

“Then what? What’d you do?”

“Not much actually. I spent the next few months wandering the country, getting odd jobs, here and there. People… Well, there weren’t that many people left around Paris, so when I did find some of them, they were generally happy to have extra help, especially since I worked for food not money. And I seemed to be good at doing hard labor, and there was always plenty of that around.”

“Wow. So, what happened next?”

“Well, bit by bit, I started to remember. Little things mostly. Eventually, I made my way back to the US and here I am.”

“So you remember everything now?”

“Mostly. I think so. Maybe not everything, but enough to know who I am.”

“Wow. You really are amazing!”

“Um, if you say so…”

Chris remembered the conversations from that morning quite clearly. He had a solid story, although, perhaps lacking in minor details. Still, he could always attribute that to the head injury or the amnesia. Plus, his story also accounted for any alterations in his current behavior.

I got this. I don’t have to worry. The story is good.

He told himself as he shifted and turned in his bed. Indeed it was. If anyone asked for details about what towns or cities he had gone to, all he had to say was that he couldn’t figure out how to read the names in French and he couldn’t communicate well enough with the local people to find out.

I got this…

The lights were turned off in his room, so he had decided to remove his shades. They stood on the night stand next to the mattress. Chris hadn’t bothered with the bed sheets and instead simply lay on top of the comforter. He remained fully dressed.

Just a few more hours and it’ll be debriefing time.

He had this. He had practiced for this for days…

Unknown Location… One week ago.

“Remember, answer only with material that we’ve covered. If they ask you anything else, just answer that you can’t remember. They will try and trick you by asking meaningless questions meant to force you into contradicting yourself. Under no circumstances are you to make up anything on the fly. That’s how they’ll catch you. It’s how they work.”

“I know how they work,” Chris stated annoyed that this man was treating him like a child. “Remember? I used to work there.”

“No,” the blond corrected him. “You worked for the BSAA, not for intel. You were brute force, not intelligence, and forgive me for being blunt Chris, but these are trained experts. You’re not exactly known for your superior intellect.”

“Shut-up, Wesker,” Chris interjected. “Or I’ll fail this mission on purpose and blame my stupidity on it.”

“Hah,” the tyrant chuckled. “And then what will you do? Break out, guns blazing?”

Chris didn’t answer.

“Don’t do anything stupid, Chris,” Wesker chastised. “You know how important this is,” he added as an afterthought suddenly becoming serious again.

The brunette closed his eyes and nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, I know. Just, give me a little credit, will you? I know what I’m doing.”

Wesker’s furrowed eyebrows softened slightly. “I know you do.” He let the back of his hand gently caress the other man’s cheekbone. “I know you’ll perform flawlessly.” He leaned in, letting his hand drop languidly around Chris’ neck, pulling him in. “You always do. I just worry that you’ll get caught up in the moment; that your loyalty might shift; make you act… Regrettably.”

Chris smiled. “You like it when I act regrettably,” he answered, placing both his hands on Wesker’s hips and letting them slide onto the small of his back as he press his body against the man.

“Hmm…” Wesker raised an eyebrow at the contact. He licked his lips. “I like how you’re acting now.”

“Well,” Chris purred, melting into Wesker’s warmth, letting his arms encircled the monster. “I know you’ll like it even more when you make me regret how I’m acting now?” He let his lips fall as feathers onto the other man’s mouth.

“Trust me,” Wesker growled as he lifted the BSAA agent off the ground and slammed him onto the desk while passionately kissing him. “I’ll make sure you regret life itself, my dear Chris.”

Present Day.

Chris found himself in a small, but nice looking conference room. Nothing fancy or big, although it looked rather comfortable, with a large oval oak table in the center and plush black arm chairs surrounding it.

Chris smirked to himself as he noticed the apparent lack of windows or exits.

Heh. Only one entrance, hm? Only one exit then. And a convenient stash of armed guards positioned outside? My. How convenient.

Chris wondered if any of the others had noticed the strategic layout of the room, besides himself.

No, probably not. They have no reason to...

A plentiful tray of donuts, fruit and coffee adorned the center of the table. That certainly got noticed though.

“Oh, perfect, just what the doctor ordered!” Carlos and Jeremy both agreed as they immediately headed for the sweet pastries.

“Oh! Jelly filled! Score!” Jeremy grinned.

“Oh, please, you two are like five year old kids,” Jill exclaimed, taking a red apple as she sat down in one of the plush black seats.

“You want anything, Chris?” Jeremy offered.

“No thanks,” Chris replied as he also took at seat next to Jill.

“You sure? They got plain and glazed too?”

“No, that’s OK,” he reassured. “But thanks anyways.”

“My brother refusing a glazed donut?” Claire suddenly spoke as she entered the room. “I’m in shock!” she laughed.

Chris grinned as he stood and opened his arms as his sister hugged him. “Hey, what are you doing here?”

“Good morning to you too,” she saluted in mock annoyance.

Chris chuckled, “Good morning,” he re-stated his opening statement.

“Good morning,” Claire replied, suddenly sunshine and butterflies again. She greeted everyone else in the room, while plucking a plain donut and serving herself some coffee.

“You came to see Chris before the briefing?” Jill asked.

“Yeah, but actually, Bruce asked me to sit in on it,” she replied as she took a spot next to Chris.

“He did?” Jill frowned, looking slightly suspicious and turned to look at Carlos who sat across from them. He just shrugged at her. Chris could tell she was still apprehensive, which meant that she still didn’t know what McGivern and Carlos had spoken about.

Hm… It’s usually against regulation for civilians to be present during debriefings. Claire is probably here as a safe guard. If anyone can catch me doing something out of the ordinary, it’d be her. And I’m less likely to try and pull something if she’s around.

Chris had to admit. It was a good move on McGivern’s part.

Except I’m not going to do anything out of the ordinary, so it’s not gonna work. Nice try, though.

He mentally smirked as he took the cup of coffee Claire handed to him. “Thanks,” he told her as he took a sip. He didn’t particularly like coffee anymore, but he wasn’t about to mention that.

“Hello people,” McGivern suddenly announced, quickly entering the room and taking a seat across from everyone. He heaped several folders onto the table before spotting the tray of goods in the center. “Ooh, those look good,” he commented as he reached out to grab a donut.

Everyone had stood when he had entered the room and McGivern nodded as he told everyone to take their seats. He took the cup of coffee Claire handed to him and smiled at her. “Thanks.” He now turned his attention to everyone else in the room. “Everyone comfortable? Everyone good? Yes? Great! Let’s begin, shall we? Olivera,” he began as he opened and scanned one of the folders, “Why don’t we start with you?”

Carlos nodded, “Yes, sir.” The dark haired man cleared his throat and quickly glanced at Chris, letting his eyes linger on him just long enough to let Chris know that something was up. The brunette didn’t quite know why, but he suddenly got a bad feeling that rose up to his throat and sunk down to the pit of his stomach.

Carlos… He knows something. I’m sure of it!

Unknown Location… Five years after Raccoon City.

It was quiet. A despairingly eerie quiet. A far cry from the loud mechanizations of anguish filled screams that permeated the room not but moments before.

The air reeked of sweat, blood and vomit.

At it’s center, in a now undisturbed pool of coagulated dark black blood, a distorted vision of what might have once been a man, lay crumbled in a contortion of battered limbs and broken skin.

Around him, flies buzzed and bugs crawled, landing occasionally to lap and the drying blood and crumbling flakes of crusted flesh. Rats scurried by, slowly approaching; investigating and tasting the horrid mess.

It had been a little under an hour since the blond man had walked away. He had gotten up, dusted himself free of dirt that clung to the blood on his sweat saturated skin, dressed, and left, leaving behind the remnants of his terrible victory.

Chris Redfield had fought to the very end. Perhaps even past the very end.

As Wesker left, he had paused for a single second over the destroyed corpse of his once loyal follower. For a single second, the man realized that he had finally won. Chris was dead. And although the triumph had been even more deliriously sweet than he could ever have imagined… The truth was: there was a strange emptiness to his now hollow victory.

It was then that he realized, albeit with an annoyed grasp of its reality, that Chris, although a constant pain in his ass, had been, for lack of a better word, exactly that: his constant. And that now, without his rival’s ever present annoyance constantly pestering his life with his righteous existence… He felt empty... Lonely… Lost.

Perhaps the worse of it was knowing that if given the chance to do it again; to kill Chris once more, he would gladly jump at it. His life, he realized with a glaring start, had succumbed to a sadistic desire to kill that man; an obsession to make him suffer, and now that he was gone, a coldness blanketed his mind as it finally seeped in that he was now wandering in a world where he had achieve his ultimate desire – he had killed Chris Redfield.

So why the fuck do I feel like life has now lost all meaning, damn it?! I did what I’ve always wanted, what I’ve dreamed of doing for years! I finally killed him – and it was absolutely glorious!

Yet it didn’t change the fact that Wesker felt that discordant hollow grasp of cold emptiness pluck at the tendrils of his mind.

What now? Take over the world? Cleanse it of its putrid filth?

It would be easy enough, but strangely, the thought no longer radiated its once magnetic appeal.

Wesker stood now, motionless; thoughtless, at the edge of a barge, overlooking a thick blanket of fog creeping over dark murky water. The giant ship lay docked in the graveyard of ancient vessels that surrounded it; behemoth monsters that floated over dead seas transporting cancerous cargo across the oceans from wasteland to wasteland. In the distance, howls of its brethren ghosted by invisible on the night waters.

Inside its festering bowls, Wesker had left the remains of his victim... The man of his insatiable desire, he now realized. It had been his demanding dream; his demented goal to kill him, that man, but it was the act he desired, not the outcome.

Wesker looked up at the vacant starless night sky as the clouds descended on him like the enigmatic depression that subtly followed.

He longed to kill Chris Redfield once more…

And inside the cargo ship, countless flights deep within the stagnant rank of the vessel’s womb, unknown to anyone except the flies, the insects and the rats… Emerged a tiny gasp…



***************************** Author Time! *****************************
And thus Wesker finally begins to fully understand the true nature of his royally F-ed obsession with Chris Redfield. Yes!

The next two chapters contain perhaps my most anticipated and favorite scene possibly out of the whole fanfic (except for that rape scene, that was just damned sexy). You’ll see what I mean when I post the next chapter later this week…

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