Family Time! (A Little…)

"Aw, really?" Chris asked. "We're really gonna be labeled crazy?"

"Yes, I'm being serious," Jill said. "You two act like you're on a battlefield…"

"Sure do. We'll stick to trying to kill each other."

Just as Chris had finished his sentence, he heard a knock on his door.

"Coming."

He approached the door and opened it; oh my god…

"Hello, Chris."

"AHHHHH! GO AWAY!"

Chris had immediately shut the door and locked it. He put his back against the door and slid down it.

"Jill? HOW IN THE FUCK DID HE KNOW WHERE I LIVED?"

Jill was confused. Who's he talking about? "Who are you talking about, Chris?"

"Um, I'm talking about the criminal mastermind that we've been trying to kill for about ten fucking years!"

"WHAT?"

Everyone started to scream in a panic. Chris had rushed into his bedroom and grabbed his handgun off of his dresser. He ran back out, and approached the locked door.

"Okay, everyone be quiet…I'm gonna open the door."

He opened the door slowly and watched his mortal enemy walk inside of his apartment. Oh, how it would be easy just to blow his head off here…but he didn't want the police showing up at his door asking him to explain a dead body on the ground…

"Don't move anymore. Take out whatever weapons you have, and drop them."

Wesker had snorted before dropping a handgun and some syringes. Chris had cast another glare at the blonde haired man. And with that, another handgun came out onto the floor.

"Is that all?"

Chris was skeptical to let his arch enemy stay in his apartment. But, he didn't feel like explaining ANYTHING to the authorities on his vacation.

"Yes. Please, do make yourself at home."

Along with a few bullets in your head if you pull something sneaky, Chris thought as he started to smile.

"Chris, why are you smiling like that? It's creepy…"

He turned around to face Jill. "Uh, we need to talk in private; both of you."

He took them into his bedroom and locked the door behind them.

"Alright, what's the big problem, bro?" Claire said. "Is it just because of the fact that Wesker's in here?"

"Let me think for a min-YES, YOU STUPID PERSON! HE TRIED TO MUTULATE ME, BEAT ME TO DEATH, and he called me a kitty cat…"

Claire and Jill started cracking up. Did he really say that? Or is Chris just coming up with stuff?

"Did-did he really call you that? If so…BWAHAHAHA!"

Chris started to blush a little. Yeah, that's embarrassing….

"Uh, back to what I was saying…HOW IN THE HELL DO WE DEAL WITH HIM?"

"Uh, I'm stumped…wait a minute! Jill, come here!"

Jill walked over to them. "Yeah?"

"Do you still have that kitty cat lingerie that Chris brought for you?"

"Yeah, why?"

"We have a little plan…"

Chris and Claire had started to smirk; and with that, Jill was trying to jump out of the window.

"NO! I AM NOT PUTTING THAT DAMN THING ON AGAIN! YOU GUYS REMEMBER WHAT HAPPENED THE LAST TIME I PUT THAT HELL-DRIVEN COSTUME?"

"It's the only way for him to at least be tempted to leave," said Chris. "He'll probably say a few sexual things, and then leave."

Jill wasn't amused. But then again, most men she knew were sexual predators; including Chris.

"Fine. I'll go home and go get that damn costume…" She crawled out of Chris' arms and jumped through the window, towards her apartment.

"Okay, so what do we do know?" Claire asked. "We're stuck in here with Wesker, and Jill's gonna come back here looking like a well behaved black cat! We're kinda in a tiff at this point."

Chris thought for a moment. Well, they could just sneak by him. But, Wesker's far from the word stupid.

"We'll just sneak out there, get the croissants, and come back in the bedroom. That's pretty quick and to the point…"

"If it's so easy, how about you go retrieve our buttery, French pastry?"

Chris sighed. Of course he's always the one to stride into danger; in his own apartment, nonetheless.

"Fine, I'll go and get our fluffy treat…"

He walked out of his bedroom and down the hall; just to see Wesker indulging in their fluffy French treat.

"YOU ATE THEM!"

Wesker turned around, horrified to see his arch enemy glow red from anger. Maybe he should've asked first…

"Uh, I can-AHHHH!"

Chris had tackled him to the ground, choking the life out of his nemesis. "YOU ATE THEM! COUGH THEM UP, COUGH THEM UP!"

"I CAN'T! GODDAMMIT, GET OFF!"

"I WILL GUT YOU LIKE I FISH IF I HAVE TO! COUGH THEM BACK UP!"

Claire peeked out of the bedroom, to see what all of the ruckus was about. "Chris, what's going-uh…? Chris…?"

She ran over to Chris, who was close to ripping Wesker to pieces. It was in her best interest to assist Wesker instead of Chris this time.

"Chris, stop! We don't want the police here! Get off of him!"

"NO! I WANT THE CROISSANTS BACK! GIVE THEM BACK!"

Claire dragged her brother all the way back into his bedroom and locked the door. Who knew her brother had such a bad temper?