Resident Evil Series Fan Fiction ❯ Resident Evil Blood ❯ Chapter 14 Contradiction ( Chapter 14 )

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Yoh! Disclaimer: I don’t own nothing’. Except the flu that currently resides inside my mucus membranes. Yum. Resident Evil and it’s many AWESOME characters are all property of Capcom and I am simply borrowing them to keep my fever induced delirium happy and content until further notice.

Resident Evil Blood

Chapter 14 – Contradiction

Unknown Location… Five years after Raccoon City.

Impossible.

Wesker stood several feet away from a pile of bloodied and destroyed flesh. No, not destroyed. Not anymore.  

Impossible!

Chris, for all intents and purposes, was whole once more. His body, although still painted red from his own spilt blood, was smooth once again. Where the blood had dried and peeled away, there, revealed, like cracks in an egg shell, was the unmarred peach of the brunette’s delicate sun kissed skin.

How?! This is impossible!!!

And as if to accentuate the accuracy of what he was witnessing, a low moan escaped and Chris stirred, slowly twitching and shivering.

Absolutely impossible! I killed him!!!  

“…Agh… Hnh…”

I know I killed him!

Wesker practically flew at the body on the floor with lightning speed and turned Chris onto his back. The brunette frowned and groaned softly again; his eyes remaining tightly closed, but fluttering as though he were dreaming a horrible nightmare.

How is this possible?!

The blond shook his head and his eyes traveled down the other man’s body in complete awe at the transformation. A torso that should have been covered in welts and long gashes was smooth and taunt. Legs that had legions of cuts and deep-raked wounds with exposed raw flesh and swollen muscle tissue were magically healed and perfect once more. Skin that had been beaten and bruised; once a swirling deep shade of blood-pooled purples and greens, now glowed a healthy radiant tan hidden under the grime of dirt and dark brown crimson.

Chris…

Wesker slowly swallowed and took a deep long breath. Not but moments before, he had been begging for a second chance to kill Chris Redfield, and here the opportunity had taken on full manifestation. All for the taking!

But… This shouldn’t be! … Unless…!

“Chris?!” Wesker suddenly kneeled down and pulled the brunette onto his lap, cradling his head in his arms. “Chris? Can you hear me?” He saw the man twitch his eyes again and visibly shiver in his grasp. “Chris? Wake up! Chris?!”

“… Wes…”

A slight arrow of surprise shot through Wesker’s chest as he heard Chris mutter the beginning of his name. It was… Unnerving. And Wesker didn’t know why, which made him feel even more uneasy about the current situation. He didn’t like being confused and certainly not feel like he wasn’t in control.

Chris was supposed to be dead. That had been the plan. And it had worked. Even with the slight modification, and extension in time, the plan had still gone off without a hitch. Why then, was Chris still breathing?

Chris… How do you always manage to survive?! How do you do it?!

Wesker couldn’t help but marvel at his marksman: his body, his attitude, his tenacity for survival… It was absolutely perfect. All of it. And Wesker finally realized that it was a sort of relief that he felt settle in his mind; an overwhelming satisfaction, as if the ultimate test that had once separated him from any other being on Earth had finally been passed by another – that he was no longer alone in his status, but now had another to share in his fate; another who was worthy; another that had been chosen by him.

He felt an already deep connection with this man grow and expand, circulating his thoughts and judgment. As if he had been proven right, through all the trials and tribulation; through all the tests and attempts on his life – Chris had survived. Even now, thrown into the dark maw of death, he had still managed to come out alive.

Chris, Wesker realized with a glaring epiphany, was in fact his perfect soldier. The world Wesker sought to create, one in which only the strongest and most fit genes would transcend the destruction of their weaker counterparts – Chris was the embodiment of that perfect being. And Wesker couldn’t help but take an insurmountable amount of pride in the knowledge that he had chosen him from the very beginning; that his chosen creature had proved strongest and most resilient.         

You should have died – No, you did die! But you live still. My Chris! Which can mean only one thing…

“Chris,” Wesker called once more. “Open your eyes!” He held the shivering man closer. “Let me see your new beautiful eyes…” he whispered. “Chris!”

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

Everyone’s eyes were trained on Chris. Carlos had caught him on a technicality. It was impossible for him to have made so many consecutive head shot at that range, atop a three story building, across the street, with only a simple hand gun. Impossible. At least, it was supposed to be impossible.

The group remained in silence until Chris finally broke it. “I had a rifle,” he said simply.

“You did?” Jill exhaled. “Of course,” she relaxed a bit, letting out another deep breath. “He had a rifle,” she laughed nervously as she turned to the others. “A rifle! He can make shots like that with a rifle!” It sounded more like she was trying to convince herself than the others though.

“I didn’t see a rifle,” Carlos stated as he kept his eyes still on Chris.

It doesn’t matter. It’s ‘impossible’ for me to have made those shots with the 92FS, right? So I ‘had’ to have a rifle. You’re logic made it so that I HAD to have one.  

“You must have missed it,” Chris nonchalantly finished. “Come on, how else was I supposed to make those shots? I’m a good aim, but come on. I had to have a rifle,” he smirked, having completely turned the tables.

“Yeah,” Jeremy laughed. “We must have just not seen it, that’s all.”

“Alright ,” McGivern interrupted the conversation by clearing his throat. “For now let’s assume Redfield had a rifle.” He received a general consensus as everyone nodded their heads and agreed. Carlos did so reluctantly, but returned his glare towards Chris. He didn’t loose his cool though, which worried the ex-STARS member a little.

Phew. Dodged a bullet there. Still, damn, that was close. Gotta keep my guard up.

“Alright, so you left off where Chris threw a grenade, was it?” the Colonel looked back into his file.   

“Yes sir,” Jill affirmed, glad that the colonel had stepped in before this turned into a nasty argument. “The grenade provided the sufficient cover needed which allow us to reach the building where Chris was.”

Honestly, Chris had to have had a rifle. He had to have. I mean… Otherwise, how was he able to make those head shots… Right?

Jill smiled at Chris as those thoughts lingered in her mind.

It’s as simple as that. Why is Carlos even questioning him?

McGivern nodded. “What happened once you arrived there?”

“He let down three ropes sir, and pulled us up to safety. He saved our lives sir.”

“Heroic,” McGivern aptly approved.

Chris secretly thanked Jill for her gracious rendition. It was sweet and short, but it got the message across. It really was hard to try and turn a bad spin on the man that had just saved your life. He glanced at Carlos only to see him smirking.

Shit. What now?

“It must have been hectic waiting for your turns as Chris pulled you each up,” McGivern continued.

“Uh, no sir,” Jill clarified. “We were all pulled up at the same… time.”

Fuck!

Chris yelled at himself inside his head. Carlos was grinning like a madman.

Shit! He got me again!

“I don’t understand,” McGivern frowned. Chris could tell it was an act. He was baiting Jill into this! They were working together, him and Carlos! “How is it possible for one man to pull three grown adults, three stories up, at the exact same time?”

“I… Uh…” Jill blinked a few times before quickly turning a questioning stare at Chris once more. “I don’t know. Sir.”

“Redfield?” the Colonel caught Chris’ attention. “Care to elaborate?”

“Yeah, Chris. How’d you do that?” Carlos added, crossing his arms .

All eyes turned to stare at Chris.

Shit! Shit, shit, shit, shit!

“I…” Chris started not really knowing where to go with his explanation.

Fuck! How do I explai-?!? Wait! A pulley!

“Well, it’s actually quite simple sir,” Chris smiled as he turned to face everyone. “See, both Carlos and Jill were out of ammunition,” he began, suddenly far more confident. “I knew that if I didn’t get them all out of there at once, none of them would make it. I couldn’t afford to pull them up one at a time, and I refused to let two of them get eaten alive by those monsters, so it was all or nothing.”

“Go on,” McGivern nodded.

“My adrenaline was soaring and I had very little time to think. Luckily, there was a plumbing pipe sticking out of the floor, not too far away. I leveraged the ropes around it and used it like a pulley to get everyone up at the same time.”

“Bullshit,” Carlos slammed his fist onto the table. “I surveyed the area. There were no pipes of any kind anywhere near you.”

Thank goodness Chris had his shades on or else everyone would have seen the nasty glare he shot the hispanic. “It was a small pipe. You must not have seen it.”

“Right,” Carlos uncrossed his arms. “Just like I didn’t see the rifle.” He turned to face Jeremy. “Let me guess, you didn’t see the pipe either, right?”

“Uh, actually,” Jeremy answered as he fidgeted in his seat. “I wasn’t really paying attention to that, ‘cause, you know, um… Pipes didn’t seem like they mattered at the time,” he answered apologetically. “Sorry.”

“Of course,” Carlos grimaced. “And I guess you missed it too, didn’t you Jill?”

“Carlos…” Jill cautiously responded. “Are you feeling alright?”  

“No, I’m not,” the Latino answered. “There wasn’t any pipe. I surveyed the area before we left. It was completely clear. I’m sure of it.”

“It was small,” Chris restated, still remaining calm. “You must have missed-“

“Shut-up, I didn’t miss anything! You’re fucking lying!”

“Carlos! Enough!” Claire suddenly shouted drawing everyone’s attention. “He saved your life! What does it matter how he did it?! Who cares!?!”

No one said anything after that. But the seeds of doubt had been sewn. Chris could tell by the uneasy tension that permeated the air.

“It matters,” Carlos finally said. “Because Boyd and Kowalski are dead.”

Chris felt his throat clamp tight and his fingers twitch ever so slightly.

“What does that have anything to do with Chris?” his sister asked completely confused, taking her brother’s hand protectively in her own.

Carlos looked like he was about to respond, but McGivern cut him off. “That’s enough,” he spoke up, effectively ending the conversation. “I think we need a little break. To cool off. Perhaps get a new perspective?” He glanced at everyone in general, but let his eyes rest on Chris specifically. “I’m sure you’d like to get some fresh air,” he suggested to Chris, although it wasn’t so much a suggestion, as it was an indirect order.

Carlos was about to let a cat out of the bag and McGivern stopped him… And now, he’s trying to get rid of me… He knows more than he’s letting on.  

“Actually, yes,” the brunette smirked mentally. “I could use some fresh air. Sir, with your permission?” Chris rose as he walked towards the entrance.

“Excused,” McGivern approved, nodding at him. “Meet back here in 10 minutes.”

“Wait, Chris!” Claire suddenly stood up, “I’ll go with you!”

“No, it’s OK,” Chris grinned. “Don’t worry, I’ll be right back. You stay here, OK?”

“But-“ she started to protest, as Chris opened the door to leave.

“Wait, Chris,” the Latino called as he suddenly sat up in his chair. “One last thing.”

The room tensed as everyone visually stiffened at his words. Chris could see even McGivern’s face make a slight twitch of apprehension.

“Yeah?” Chris swallowed, bracing himself.

Carlos made a head gesture towards him. “Nice shades.”

Chris didn’t react to the statement - at all - which made Carlos falter slightly. “I’ve been meaning to ask,” he recovered quickly enough, “why you haven’t taken them off since you got here?”

Chris grinned like a fool. “’Cause they make me look cool.”

The Latino man also grinned. “Mind taking them off?”

“Actually, I do mind,” Chris chuckled. “Then I wouldn’t look cool anymore.”

“Indulge me,” Carlos smirked, suddenly dropping the falsely cheerful attitude and becoming serious. “Take off your shades.”

Unknown Location… Five years after Raccoon City.

A cold void. Nothing and empty.

Chris subsided in this desolate place and floated in it like a sea of eternal darkness. He felt his sanity dissolving and wasting away as though blown like sand granules by an invisible gust of wind. And as he slowly gave up and resolved himself to atrophy and wither into the endless emptiness, a distant voice called out to him.

At first, he dismissed it as another cruel trick of this dark place; as another futile attempt to further pull his memories forth and taunt him with them, but again the voice rang out. Louder this time. Calling him. And this time, Chris paid it attention.   

The voice was indiscernible, but familiar.

So familiar… So very familiar…

And suddenly Chris found himself in a kaleidoscope of sounds and shapes. Smells and feelings overwhelmed his once neglected senses and he did his best to close himself off, but he felt something touch his face, and call to him once more.

So familiar…

He took a moment to try and calm himself as he slowly opened his eyes and gazed up to see a man with blond hair softly speak to him. The man was smiling and his voice radiated a warmth that drew Chris in, and after the cold harshness of the depths of death, Chris instinctively reached out and tightly grasped on to the only thing he had since encountered that seemed even vaguely concrete and real.

“Chris?” Wesker asked shocked and surprised as the brunette suddenly reached out and wrapped both arms around his neck and buried his face into his shoulder.

I did see it right? I didn’t just imagine it?! His eyes!

Wesker smirked as he slowly pried the trembling man off himself. “Chris, it’s OK. It’s over. You’re alive.” His words seemed to have no meaning as Chris refused to let go. “It’s all right,” Wesker chuckled, finally giving in. He remembered when he had first come back from the dead at the Spencer Mansion. The cold hand of death… How it had refused to let go of him too… It was something he would never forget.

The man soothingly placed a hand on Chris’ back and softly stroked the other, as though petting a cat, until he stopped trembling. All the while, Wesker spoke to him. Nothing in particular, but he knew words would help bring Chris out of the shock of having died, he could only hope, without any permanent damage.

But he knew Chris. He knew nothing could stop him. Nothing could hold him back. This was the final step and Chris would prove to finally be as close to his equal as ever before possible. And Wesker was estatic!   
       
I’ ll take you, Chris! To do with as I please! To kill as often as I want! Because now… Now dear Chris…

Wesker let his fingers push their way through blood crusted strands of hair as he fisted and harshly pulled back on brown locks, earning him a slight whimper. He greedily crushed his lips onto Chris and ravished the man’s mouth, taken completely aback when he felt the other return the kiss back just as passionately.

Pulling away, the monster narrowed his eyes, smirking devilishly as he flicked his sun glasses to the side. Chris slowly opened his lust glazed eyes as he looked up into deep pools of flames and slits of darkness. The eyes of a demon. The eyes of a Tyrant. The eyes that now exactly mirrored his own.  

Chris! You are mine!

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

“Take off your shades, Chris,” Carlos restated.

Chris simply stood in the doorway glaring at him. If he hadn’t been wearing those red tinted silver framed sports glasses, then everyone would have easily seen the nasty look he was sending the Latino. But it didn’t matter. Chris grinned, wiping the cocky ass smirk off of Carlos’ face once more.

“OK,” he smiled. “If it’ll make you feel better.” Chris carelessly pulled the shades off and blinked a few times while glancing around the table at each person still seated. Lastly his eyes came to rest on Carlos who did not wear a happy countenance at all. “Don’t know what all the fuss was about Carlos, but is this better now?”

Indeed, Chris smirked again and stared directly at Carlos; stared directly at him with his lovely brown eyes.
 










**** ************************* Author Time! *****************************
Yoh! I have the flu, yaaaay. Achoo! *mutter*mutter*grumble*grumble*

So can anyone tell that I’ve been playing a CRAPLOAD of Phoenix Wright Ace Detective? This chapter sounds like some terrible court case in there. I can so imagine Chris going “Take that!” and Carlos yelling “Objection!” Hahaha! Ah… Such an awesome game.

Anyways, so yeah! Finally, revealed! Chris is a Tyrant! *Le gasp!* Seriously, who didn’t see that coming? But wait, if he has Tyrant eyes in the flashback, then how does he have his normal brown eyes in the present? Dum-dom-DOM! And how exactly did that even happen?! I mean, how’d he get infected?! You’ll just have to find out in the next exciting chapter of Resident Evil: Bloooooooood!!!

Oh, and yes, I know that some say Chris has blue eyes. Yeah, well in all the games I’ve played, his eyes look brown, so, you know what? His eyes are gonna be brown in my fic, damned it! End of discussion.

Ah! Such wonderful songs are being submitted! I should have a preliminary list ready for the next chapter! Until then, keep those awesome songs coming!

Don’t forget to review please!

2ScarletRibbonsSkillet is awesome, agreed! I’m so glad you pointed me in their direction. Oh, and don’t you worry! The end of this fic is FAR away! So far, the story outline I made has it plotted somewhere around 40 chapters (but I have a lingering suspicious that it’s going to end up being more, heh.) Oh! But sure enough, there will be plenty of climaxes through out the fic (chapter 15 is smut, but chapter 16 is actually quite exciting! We finally see Chris do what he’s been planning this whole time! Trust me, no one is gonna see this coming!... And then chapter 17 is probably going to be smut again, hahaha! Yes!)

Ultimolu
Oh, you got that right! Chris is a Tyrant! You go it right on the nose! In chapter 16, you’ll get your bundle of clues as to what Wesker and Chris are planning, so I expect lots of theories from you! It’s so awesome to receive guesses from you as to what might happen! Yay! And yes, it’s ultra dark – the way RE should be, heh.

CarrieChaos
Heh, heh… What makes you think he isn’t already found out and that this is all a conspiracy to oust him and try to get Wesker’s location? Dom-dom-DOM! Oh, that secret government agenda. McGivern is so slick. Just you wait until chapter 16, lots of stuff is gonna be revealed in that chapter, ah! I hope you like it! And thanks for the review!

DeathAngel90
Heh, this chapter was a double cliffhanger with multiple contradictions! Hmm, so now the audience has to figure out, which one is the real story and which one is the made-up lie. I’ll give you a hint, Chris is not lying completely, but he certainly isn’t telling the whole truth, that’s for sure! Eee, things are gonna get real good in the next few chapters! So thanks for the review, and look forwards to seeing what you think!

ShivaTheDestroyer
Double cliffhanger! Wa-BAM! I have to be honest, cliffhangers are perhaps my most favorite literary device. Before this fic is over, I swear I will pull off a triple cliffhanger! Or, maybe even the elusive quadruple cliffhanger *le gasp!* Hahaha, but yeah, don’t worry, the next chapter is cliffhanger free… Or is it…? *ominous wind*OoooOOOooohh!! Heh. I’m glad you like the fic and I hope you like the next chapter too!

xXxSakoyoAragoniRaveGirlxXx
*smacks self on the forehead* Of course! How could I have been so blind! A kiss makes everything better! Well... You know what..? I wasn’t planning on this… And I’m not sure how the hell I’m gonna do it… Or if it will even work… But I’m gonna put Luis into this fanfic! Congratulations! You inadvertently talked me into it. Yay!

livxuponxhope
Yay, songs! Oh my, yes! That Rasputina song was wonderful! Good choice! Heh, yeah, don’t worry, Chris is all about staying with Wesker… Or is he? Or is he orchestrating a double backstab against both Wesker and the BSAA? Hmm!? How many licks does it take to get to the center of an anti-T virus serum vial? The world my never know! But yes, I do look forwards to seeing what other songs you select! And thank you for the review! Yay!


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