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::Downfall::

"Wait, I'm coming undone
Irate, I'm coming undone
Too late, I'm coming undone
One looks so strong
So delicate~
Wait, I'm starting to suffocate
And soon I anticipate
I'm coming undone
One looks so strong
So delicate~
Choke, choke again
I thought my demons were my friends
Getting me in the end
They're out to get me.~"- Korn

:: ::

"Sheva! Hurry!" Chris yelled as he held a hand out. The plane was picking up speed and the wind was starting to whip his uncared for hair in his face.

He watched as the B.S.A.A woman ran towards him. He leaned out to try to extend his reach and he felt the cold metal dig into his chest. Chris bit back a hiss as he pushed himself to reach even more. He could see that she was slowly catching up even though the plane was going faster.

Why the hell couldn't she do that in the beginning? He pondered.

"Come on! Grab on!" The brunette shouted. He could see the command click in her mind by her facial expression and she leaped. He nearly collapsed in relief when their hands were centimeters from each other but there was a rumble in the plane and it gave a boost of speed suddenly. Their fingers brushed for a moment and then she was falling. He had missed her hand.

"No!" Chris shouted in frustration as he watched her roll then quickly get to her feet.

"Chris!" She shouted as the plane started to rise. He watched in horror as he moved farther and farther away from the person known as his partner.

He was alone on this quest from here on out.

:: ::

Chris rolled into the plane before the hatch closed and he got up to turn and look around the empty interior of the plane. He silently cursed as it finally settled in his head that he was alone in this.

His eyes soon fell upon an object on the opposite side of the plane. Wesker was hunched over in front of the cockpit door in what seemed to be pain.

"It seems I've underestimated you, Chris." Wesker remarked with a growl.

"Save it Wesker. There's no one left to help you now!" Chris replied as he narrowed his eyes and brought his hand gun up to train it on the blonde. The brunette watched as Wesker rose slowly and laughed sharply. The sunglasses that the blonde owned were nowhere to be seen, therefore leaving the cat-like demon eyes to lock with Chris' eyes. Chris stood his ground, glaring.

"I don't need anyone else." The B.O.W man stated, with a smirk playing at his lips. "Besides, it seems there's no one left to help you either, Christopher." Because Chris' full name was being put to use and that it was so obvious to Wesker that Chris was helpless, this caused the brunette to be caught off guard in shock. Before he knew it, the Blonde man was directly in front of him lunging at his throat.

Chris dodged at the last second and felt the whoosh of air fly nearly making contact with his neck. He rolled, got up on one knee, and brought his handgun up to face Wesker. He fired off a few well aimed rounds but predictably, Wesker dodged them without a sweat as he got closer and closer.

As the blonde got closer, Chris mentally cursed and he took another dodge in a different direction before the blonde could strike.

"Are we really trying to run now, Chris?" Wesker smirked; obviously amused that he had the upper hand here.

"Actually," Chris insisted. "If you must know, I'm just trying to play it smart." This made Wesker release another cold, mocking laugh.

"Now, let's not try something that you're obviously no good at."

"Shut the f-" Chris started but then was cut off.

"Activation Power for Missile Deployment: 3 minutes." A cool robotic female voice called then repeated.

Chris went into a slight panic mode. He kept the blonde in his sight as he tried to look around the room. This made Wesker laugh.

"You will not destroy my plans this time." He spoke triumphantly.

In the corner of Chris' eye he saw a lever by the cockpit door to his left. It was the only switch in the room. He moved his line of sight to meet the blonde's hateful eyes. They stood there for a long moment trying to anticipate the other man's actions. The blonde narrowed his eyes in a "don't-even-think-about-it" gesture.

Chris didn't even give it a second thought. The brunette bolted to the left and ran for the lever. He didn't need to look behind him to know Wesker was going to follow. He didn't get very far before a force grabbed the collar of his B.S.A.A shirt and lifted him into the air. He flailed for nearly a second before he hit full force on the wall opposite of the lever.

He groaned as he fell to the ground. A wave of pain surrounded his senses and he curled quickly into a fetal position. His first reaction was to take a deep breath and when he did so, he felt a sharp pain in his side.

Broken rib... He thought. He uncurled himself, pushed himself quickly to his feet, and found that the hand gun he had, had been flung out of his grasp when he was thrown. Dammit...

"Still persistent even until the end, eh Chris?" Wesker scoffed.

"I told you already! I won't stop until I'm dead!" He grabbed his knife and brought it in front of him in a defensive position.

"Such a pity. If only you could understand the situation at hand. Then, Chris, you would be able to see the mistake you're making. You try so hard to be the hero and what does that give you? Absolutely nothing." The blonde started to take slow careful steps toward Chris and it was starting to build tension. There was no way a knife would be good enough against Wesker. "There's no point in fighting your fate."

Chris scowled. "I do get something out of it. A sense of peace, accomplishment, forgiveness, and most importantly hope. Those are all I need to go on."

Wesker let out a bark of laughter. "Foolishness." That was all he said before he blurred out of sight.

In a second Chris was off the ground again and was being suspended in the air by Wesker's fist.

"You definitely have not played it smart this time. You should have stayed behind and just waited for the end. It would have been an effort and time saving option. I have already told you, you will not interfere in my plans this time. Now, a new genesis is at hand and I will be the creator. It's unfortunate that you won't be around to see it. Checkmate, Redfield." The man brought his hand back as if he was going to pierce Chris with his hand.

Instantly Chris dropped the knife and went for the PG67A/W on his belt. He took it and stabbed it into the blonde's arm, through the leather-like fabric.

"I've had enough of your bullshit!" Chris yelled.

Wesker shouted profanities as he dropped Chris.

"Power Activation to Missile Deployment: 20 seconds." The female voice called. Chris turned and ran towards the lever. Knowing this was his last chance, Chris put all his strength into running and he ignored the throbbing pain throughout his body. He reached for the lever and brushed his fingertips over the metal and before he could wrap his hand around it, he felt a blinding pain on the back of his head. His vision went dark and he could faintly hear Wesker's voice.

"Not this time."

:: ::

Chris awoke terribly uncomfortable. It felt like he had fallen asleep on the floor for days. He also couldn't help but find that it was cold, extremely much so. He opened his eyes and all he could see was darkness. He pushed himself up into a sitting position and winced at the pain that ran through the back of his head. He turned to see if there was anything that could give him a hint as to where he was. He was surprised to find a small lights glowing and flickering on different spot on the wall. He stared at it intently as if he were a child fascinated with fireflies.

He pushed himself into a standing position and walked over to the wall. Once there, he reached up and placed a hand on one of the lights. Surprisingly it wasn't warm. It was actually cold as if it were….

Glass… Chris thought and moved a hand over the smooth surface. He nodded at the thought. It definitely was glass.

Then what are the lights? Where am I? Chris stared out at the small flickering lights. It took him a few moments but finally he understood. They're fires. Huge fires in the distance... Staring out at the damage, Chris had to take a moment to replay the scene before he blanked out. A sudden chill went through his body as it became obvious that this was Wesker's doing.

As the thought went through his head, he heard a sound come from behind him. They sounded like footsteps. The brunette whirled around and looked into the darkness of the room, but he found nothing. The footsteps did not continue and Chris felt overly vulnerable. He put his hand back on the wall and followed the cold glass to a corner to where he sat so he could see everything in the room.

Just as he thought he was hearing random noises, something opened in the wall and a small light filled part of the room. A figure silhouetted by the light walked into the room and whatever passageway that had opened, closed. Chris tried to fix his vision vaguely on the dark figure. But right when his eyes were adjusting the figure disappeared.

"It seems you're awake, Christopher." Wesker said standing over him suddenly. Chris jumped slightly and looked straight ahead, refusing to give the blonde any reaction. Wesker didn't bother to care if the brunette would acknowledge him and he just carried on. "Are you feeling better?" He asked with a slight hint of mock. Still Chris did not answer. Wesker kneeled down in front of Chris, and Chris could see the blonde smirking just slightly and his dark aviators revealed nothing.

"Do you want to know why you're here, Chris?" Wesker asked.

"No." Chris said simply and to the point.

"Pity, I thought you would want to know what happened since you were sleeping." He stood up and turned to leave. The blonde was almost at the door before Chris called after him.

"Wait." He called slowly and quietly.

Wesker turned and walked back triumphantly. "Are you willing to talk then?" He asked.

Chris was silent for a long moment debating an answer. He refused to give in to Wesker's game but he was dying to know what had happened. Chris nodded slightly.

"What was that Chris? I didn't hear you." Wesker purred clearly amused. Chris rolled his eyes.

"Yes. I am willing to talk." He sighed in defeat. "Tell me what's happened."

"Obviously your little heroic act failed." Wesker motioned to the flickering lights and smirked. "Beautiful sight, is it not?"

Chris looked over at the fires and couldn't help but flinch in disgust. This was his entire fault. At first he thought the lights were calm and peaceful, but now that he thought about it the fires seemed like they were mocking him. He involuntarily shivered at the sight. He turned back to Wesker and found the blonde was watching him carefully.

"What?" The brunette asked.

"I was wondering how it felt to have the world destroyed because of your failed precious self-righteousness." The blonde replied simply.

Chris narrowed his eyes at the blonde. He didn't feel particularly comfortable with the topic.

"Why am I here?" The brunette asked, totally avoiding the topic.

Wesker was quiet as he contemplated the question.

"I have my reasons."

Chris frowned.

"Why haven't you killed me then?" Chris tried again. This time Wesker was quick to answer.

"It's simple. Death is too merciful for you. I want to watch you suffer, and what better way to do that than let you sit in a room where every time you look out, you see the failure that ruined your life?"

Chris growled in frustration. He didn't feel like playing along with this whole sadistic act.

"I've had enough. Just kill me! I'd rather be dead than be stuck with you!" Chris spat, glaring all the while. This caused a chuckle to roll through the blonde's body.

"But Christopher," Wesker purred again. "I'm about to start killing you, slowly." He emphasized.

Chris narrowed his eyes. "How?"

"I plan to break your pride and spirit a little bit at a time. By doing so, you will have nothing left to live for. And that's when I'll give you something to live for." The blonde smiled sadistically and Chris couldn't help his confusion.

"That's not exactly killing me though." Chris stated.

"That's where you're technically correct, Dear Heart. I may not be killing you exactly but I plan to kill the stubborn hero inside of you."

"You're insane. This makes no sense." Chris shook his head and watched as the blonde leaned closer as if he had a secret to tell.

"I'm not insane. I just know the possibilities and the outcomes." Wesker smirked.

"So why are you telling me these things?"

"That's simple. I just want you to know that you should get ready to give up all hopes you have. There's no point in fighting anymore."

Chris looked at the blonde, disgusted.

What the hell is Wesker's problem? Chris felt like the blonde hadn't seemed so insane like this since the meeting on the Rockford estate. After that, all Wesker seemed to be was a careful, cautious, and aggressive man who was always planning something.

Chris was surprised when he felt something touch his head. He jumped and looked up at the B.O.W man.

"I feel you're having troubles understanding what I'm saying." Wesker commented as he laid a hand on Chris' head. Chris instinctively reached up and went to pull the blonde's hand away. Wesker took his hand away from the brunette's hair and placed it on Chris' cheek instead. Chris turned his head away to shake off the random action.

"What the hell is your prob-" Chris started before he was picked up and thrown. He hit cold glass on the opposite side of the room and landed on the floor with a thud. Chris groaned as he rolled over on his back. It had only been a few seconds ago that he had been talking to Wesker and now he was on his back on the opposite side with even more pain to deal with.

Great….. Chris sat up and rubbed the back of his neck.

"What was that for?" Chris asked. He turned to look over at the blonde at the opposite side of the room, but instead of being on the opposite side of the room, he was standing over Chris. He quickly reached down and plucked Chris from off the ground. He set the brunette on his feet then wrapped his arms around Chris as if he were giving him a hug.

Surprised, Chris brought his hands between both of their chests and shoved at the blonde. Suddenly, Wesker pulled away and brought his fist into Chris' stomach. The force caused Chris to bend over and clutch his stomach in pain.

"Fuck! That hurts!" Chris yelled. He stayed like that for a few moments then he quickly brought his fist back and let it fly at Wesker's face. The blonde caught the punch and just as quickly as Chris had thrown it, Wesker whirled the marksman around and brought the man's fist behind his back. Chris grunted as he tried to gain control of the situation.

Wesker turned Chris towards the window then slammed the brunette into it face first. Chris, at first, thought the blonde was going to break the glass and throw him out to fall to his death, but since the glass did not break on impact, relief and disappointment flooded through his system. He wanted to fall because he couldn't stand being in Wesker's captivity, yet he was relieved because he didn't want to die.

Wesker pressed up against the brunette, temporarily trapping him. He let go of Chris' arm and brought his hand up to pet the marksman's head.

"What the hell?" Chris yelled as he turned his head to the side to get a glimpse of the blonde. "Stop it with your insane movements!"

Wesker only laughed. "The more you fight it, the more you'll get hurt."

"Fuck you! You're crazy!" The brunette growled.

"Oh but Christopher," The B.O.W man purred. "I'd rather fuck you." Wesker grabbed Chris' head and pulled back slightly so he could nibble on the brunette's ear. Chris tried to pull his head away but when he did, Wesker bit down roughly on the ear he held captive, causing the brunette to yelp out in pain.

"Stop." The brunette growled out as the blonde played with his ear.

Wesker pulled back slightly to give the brunette room from the window and with his free hand, he reached around Chris' body and tugged at the top of the B.S.A.A member's pants. Chris gasped in shock then he was grabbing the hand trying to get the man off.

"What the hell? Get off! I don't roll that way!" Chris yelled franticly.

The blonde let go of the abused ear and then he grabbed the brunette and tossed him across the room once again.

This time as soon as he hit the ground, Chris, ignoring the pain, got directly to his feet and backed away as much as he could.

"What's wrong with you? You're sick! This game you're playing is fucked up! What's the point in even doing this?" He yelled. The B.O.W man took slow careful steps towards the marksman as he created his answer.

"I've already gotten what I wanted." He said slowly as he glanced at the flickering lights out the window. Chris glanced over at them too and found it was starting to get lighter outside, as if the sun were to pop up at any moment. He could see that the fires took place in the ruins of different buildings. It was obvious that they were located in a city. If he looked closer, he could see black tentacle like creatures scurrying in the streets next to the buildings. This caused Chris to grimace.

Claire, Jill, and all the others…. Are they dead? Chris pondered it for a moment then shook it off. He'd rather not think about such things at the moment.

"So," Wesker carried on and Chris turned his attention back to him. "Now that my work is complete, I thought I would indulge myself in some fun by destroying you."

"Wouldn't it be fun to just kill me now?" The brunette asked.

"No, no. I would prefer to savor these moments. It makes things much more fun. Besides, I can be patient with you now that I have time for it."

Chris glared at the blonde as he came closer.

"I'll let you get used to the fact that you're going to suffer for now. Later, I'll give you a tour of this new world." Wesker gave a sharp laugh. "It shall be something I look forward to."

Before Chris could ask what he meant, Wesker was grabbing Chris and pulling the brunette into him.

Chris was about to start pushing and shoving when the blonde's hand snaked behind the B.S.A.A man's head and pulled back hard on his hair. Chris gave a grunt as the blonde leaned in towards Chris' ear.

"Remember," Wesker harshly whispered. "You're mine. I'm not going to give you up so easily."

Suddenly, as fast as it had happened, Wesker was on the other side of the room opening the door and leaving as if nothing had happened.

"The hell?" Chris wondered aloud. He would have thought those words would have been a strange way of confessing if it had not been for the person saying them. Wesker was definitely messed up in the head and Chris refused to put up with this game. He backed up against his original corner and slid down in a sitting position.

What have I done to deserve a demon? The brunette sat there looking out the opposite window. He had just woken up a little bit ago but he was already ready to go back to sleep.

By the time sun was half-way over the horizon, Chris was already asleep, accompanied by the mixed nightmares of Wesker and his new world.

Author's note: Yeaahhhh. I decided I did not want it to be so lovey dovey this time compared to my other stories… Haha. So I decided to make Wesker a little more crazier this time since he has so much power…. If you hate, then I'm sorry but it's your fault for reading. *Heart* Anyway I'm working on like four stories at the same time….. That's probably not smart but oh well, so that means I'll be a little slow trying to catch up on everything….
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