Me: My first Resident Evil fic! Yay! (Just please don't shoot me if anyhting is here is off or the characters are out of character)

Disclaimer: I do not own Resident Evil or Chirs OR Wesker or Claire or Steve. I have 3,43 in pennies and an empty water bottle. Try me


Chris hated this place. Just as much as he hated the rotting freaks. They seemed to just pop up at any given moment from any given direction. Corridors, rooms, behind doors, they even poped up out of the floor. Safe to say he hated them.

Continuing down the hall, magnum gripped so tightly his knuckles where turning white, he searched for the way out. He knew Claire was in this base as well and thought maybe if he searched for an exit he would run into her in the process.

The hall was littered with dead rotting freaks. Well, at least he didn't have to waste his ammo on them.

What ammo? I'm down to one fucking magnum bullet!

He searched the rooms he came to meticulously, looking for something, anything he could use as defense. He had put his pistol away in a box and now wished to hell he had it. A magnum is no good without ammo.

The last room down the corridor was a dead end. Chris cursed his luck. He searched it anyway. It was clearly empty. Whatever reason this room was here eluded him. Before entering he put his magnum back in it's holster. Not like I need it.

The moment both feet crossed the threshold the floor fell under him, giving way to the lapping of water. He lost his bearing momentarily before resurfacing.

The water was a murky grey. It was like pea soup, he couldn't see through it.

Chris felt tickling around his body, then it turned into stinging and burning. He glanced down into the water and saw the object of his discomfort. It was object, it was objects. Thousand of fish. No, not any fish (just his luck) they were piranhas. Also by his luck, they were probably carrying the virus as well.

"Shit! Just my luck!" Chris swam for the edge of the pool. He could feel the carnivorous little freaks gnawing away at his flesh and he was thankful his clothes where thick. He kicked at the piranhas furiously thinking at the same time how doomed he was.

His feeling of doom worsened when he reached the edge of the pool. Even if he could jump he couldn't get a grip to pull himself up. He was stuck, plain and simple. He tried jumping for it, but his arms where a full four inches too short at best.

Chris could feel the little buggers nipping at his legs, tearing the material of his pants and the flesh off his legs. The same was going for any area they could reach including his private area and he was undoubtedly thankful he was wearing a cup. He didn't want to waste his only bullet on fish, no, he's rather use it on himself. To him it seemed to be his only salvation, cutting his life short.

Chris reached for his magnum. When his hand cut the water the piranhas sensed it and went straight for it. Chris removed his hand quickly, it was no use trying for it.

Through the pounding of his heart in his ears he could hear someone walking. Chris prayed it was Claire but, as alwyas, knowing his luck it was a zombie or the Tyrant. Any possibility looked bleak for him. Except if it was Claire or this Steve kid she had mentioned.

It wasn't anybody he thought it would be, no, it was worse. Chris swore his hope died at that instant. He would rather have faced down the Tyrant armed with nothing but a survival knife than be in this situation. That would be so much better than having Wesker watch as he struggled away before being consumed by the carnivorous little oversized goldfish with teeth. Oooooooooh shit..... Why did you HAVE to come in this room, it was fucking empty! Great Redfield, pat yourself on the back for bringing yourself to you doom...

The piranhas had made it through his clothing and were tearing away at the soft flesh underneath. Chris let out a cry of pain as they made their way, biting, tearing, ripping, gnawing to his bone. They weren't there yet, but it was their destination.

Chris tried for the ledge once more. Again he fell short. He clawed at the concrete, ripping off his fingernails, tearing the skin from his fingertips. Blood streaked the concrete as he continued to struggle. He saw a smirk cross Wesker's face. He's enjoying this. Bastard! Chris was desperate and kept trying, every time falling short. He could feel the tears pricking at his eyes, the thought of never being able to see Claire... never being able to see the outside again... dying in this hell hole... having Wesker, his enemy, watch as he struggled before his death. He wanted to scream, fight. He wished irony had a physical manifestation like that he could hit it. But of course, he couldn't.

The carnivores found his chest and gnawed away at it, pulling a scream from Chris. He had one chance. It wasn't really a chance, just a desperate attempt. He could rather face Wesker than the fish.

"Wesker, please! H-help..." Chris' breath caught short as he begged. I'm begging for Wesker to help me? Have I really gone that far? But Wesker made no more to help, only crossed his arms and watched Chris struggle some more.

"Please!!" Chris put every last once of emphasis on that word. He wanted help, he desperately needed it. He could give his left arm to be rid of this nightmare. Still, Wesker made no move. Chris realized he wasn't going to help him, something he had known all along. Damn...

Chris's head hadn't been under water in a while, but his cheeks were wet with tears. This was it, he was finished. This was his end.

"...Wesker..." Chris made one last plea as he felt his strength give out. Claire forgive me...

Wesker watched as the water around Chris turned crimson and Chris let go, disappearing under water. He could have liked to have been the one to kill Chris, but watching him struggle and beg was a good enough replacement.

A thought crossed his mind though, one about Chris, if he could only...

TBC?


SnipeR (me): I was probably off by alot. Please don't shoot me.

Chris: OO' I... died? I'M NOT SUPPOSED TO DIE!!!!! WESKER'S SUPPOSED TO DIE!! KILL WESKER!!

Wesker: Shut up.

SniperR: O.O' I KNEW putting them in the same room together was a mistake....

Review would be greatly appreciated! (pulls out magnum) Or else....