We were fighting again, of course, it was a destiny already decided for us; to face each other over an over until one of us completes our
mission. Mine was to kill him and save the planet from Uroboros. His was to kill me and release Uroboros into the atmosphere "ensuring
complete global saturation" He wont get close. I will always be there to stop him.
So here we are, face to face yet again. I hold a Beretta, he holds a samurai edge. When I kill him once and for all I plan to take it,
after all it is a very nice gun. He smirks at me, and somehow I find myself falling into a trance. I shake my head to clear my thoughts.
'Snap out of it Chris, pull yourself together. Focus. Don't give into his mind games. You got him this time!'
"I'll give you once last chance Wesker! Stop this now! Killing everyone on the planet and un-killing them is pointless!" I say, making my voice loud and strong, but inside I already know he will just reply with a smart retort.
And he does. "Now now, Chris, you know me better than that. I wont go down without a fight... I wont go down at all. Why don't you get on
your knees and beg your new God for forgiveness; a quick and painless death." He is calm and collected, as always showing no emotion, his
amber red eyes hidden behind those dark shades.
"I'd rather die than beg for anything to do with you!" The fight is on. Wesker has a large grin on his face. I shoot 3 bullets at him and
he simply steps to the side with superhuman speed, the grin getting larger. His sick enjoyment has just begun.
Before I can even register what happened, his hand is tight around my throat, holding me in the air. I try to claw at his arm but, my guess
is, he doesn't feel more than a mere tickle. While I gasp for air, the corners of my vision going blurry, Wesker mumbles in my ear. "Such a
pity." With one quick movement, he whips me at the wall, and the last things I hear are a loud crack and Wesker's sadistic laughing.
~5 years ago~
He saved my life more than once at this point. I'd always rush the enemy and get some kind of wound, while the teams
Captain would wait for the perfect moment to strike. Moments ago I broke through a door and hit a trip wire, getting shot in the arm by a
shotgun.
I stared down at my forearm, the deep gashes showing through large rips in my sleeve. I didn't hear the noise of the enemies being shot in
the head with extreme precision by Wesker, only the drip drip drip of my blood forming a pool on the floor.
Nothing seemed to make sense, everything was confusing. I collapsed and fell into the pool of blood, which now spattered the majority of
my clothes. 'Am I dying?' I wonder to myself. The wound isn't that bad... Isn't bad... Is bad... severed my arteries.
Then I was in my Captains strong arms, and everything felt painless for a moment. For the first time I noticed the sweet scent of his
cologne. Bittersweet, like honey. It was amazing and I let myself get surrounded in it. Then an intense feeling struck my heart, and I
recognized it all too well. Ever since that day I kept it to myself, and no one but I know about it. Unless he figured it out.