*All RE characters Belong to Capcom*

This is going to be a ChrisxWesker and ChrisxPiers. There are a lot of themes in this fic, and I don't mean to offend anyone. Please have an open mind when reading, and enjoy. ;3

As Promised! 1.Prototype 2.T-Phobos 3.Veronica Virus

4.G-Virus 5.C-virus 6.T-Virus 7.Las Plagas

8.Uroboro 9.J'avo *Zombies/BOWS*


CHP 3

Jake makes his way down the hall, the place looking much different than the rest of the mansion. After taking the elevator, the old decor changes to white walls and tiled floor. The walls are a silver color, where Jake can see his reflection as he walks, and his steps echoing in the empty hallway. It's his father's place. Not everyone has accesses to the underground place, only the one's that Wesker allows in.

It's a lab built right underneath the mansion. For what Wesker uses it for Jake has no clue. He was never interested in the science bull crap, and it's not like he doesn't understand science, in the contrary, with him being a Prototype, he is born with an IQ measuring far beyond what is normal. Jake just never took an interest in it, unlike his father who seems to eat breath and live in the lab. Jake can never do that. It just isn't him, and from what he hears people talking behind his back, they want him to take up Wesker's experimentations.

As if!

The redhead reaches at the end of the hall, before he quickly swipes his thumb over the keypad located at his left. When the reading is a successes, and the door opens, and he steps through, having to once again walk down a long hallway.

This is what he has to do to talk to his father…

At the end, he bumps into a door, in which he can now see Wesker through a glass. The man is standing next to a scientist, the man holding a clipboard with information Jake cannot see, as they both face the window in front of them- most likely looking at the test subjects on the other side. It's almost like a safe room, a door to step in, and another door to be able to go to where the experiments are being conducted.

Jake knocks on the door, and doesn't wait for permission to enter as he pushes open the door.

Wesker is the first to turn around, his heated glare felt even with the dark shades covering his eyes. Once Wesker starts on his daily experimentation he hates to be interrupted, and this time it's no exception. The frown on his lips, the way his eyebrow furrow and him crossing his arms over his chest is enough to tell Jake his father is not in a good mood, and most times it's because the results he's looking for is not coming out like he wants it to. Jake might have come at a wrong time.

"Jake?" He calls, or more like growls, before he's moving his arms so they are by his side and not tightly folded over his chest, while he makes his way towards the young man. "What are you doing here?"

The other scientist are still, looking at both Jake and Wesker interact.

With Wesker now in front of Jake, he cannot see anything passed his father, as he stands awkwardly by the door. He takes a few steps back when Wesker motions him to, until he is standing outside the door, before Wesker closes it behind his back. His full attention goes to Jake once again, tilting his head slightly to the left as if Jake is taking too long to speak and Wesker has been patiently waiting for 5 years.

"Jill-" Jake starts, instantly regretting going to the underground lab, because Wesker is looking at him impatiently and obviously wanting to know what was so urgent that Jake had to interrupt him from his work. On second thought, maybe what he wanted to say wasn't that important, right now, that is, because everything he thinks is important. He is a prototype after all.

"What about Jill?" Wesker asks, his accented voice with a hint of the irritation he must be feeling. Wesker was never one to take time out for Jake, their business normally brief and to the point. Jake barely saw his father, and when they did interact, it was never for long- Wesker always too busy to give him any time.

With a sigh and having nothing better but the truth, in which was why he came to his father, Jake is forced to tell Wesker the truth, even when he doesn't want to "She reprimanded me."

The face Wesker makes is one Jake cannot describe, since he has never seen it in on Wesker's face, but he can tell it isn't a happy one, but in the contrary, he is scowling hard, his brow so knit it's forming permanent lines over his eyes, and his foot is now tapping on the floor.

"Um… I…" Jake feels at a lost for words as he watches Wesker anger reach its peak. He can't even look at the man in the eyes, well, his face, since Wesker keeps his eyes covered with dark shades. Without saying anything else, Jake lowers his head and leaves the underground base.

Jake should have known better than to go to Wesker. The man shows him no kind of affection, and never actually calls him his son. Not once has Jake gotten the pleasure of hearing that word -'son'- addressed at him from Wesker. He knows Wesker is cold, but does he also have to be cold to him? His only son?


Wesker watches Jake leave and the moment he is out of sight, the blonde man scuffs under his breath before he is making his way towards the door he closed behind him when Jake rudely interrupted him.

"What was the result?" Wesker asks once he enters the room, closing the door incase Jake decides to return.

The joy that would be. Wesker sarcastically thinks.

The doctor across the room looks up, his brown hair combed back. He is wearing a white lab coat with black clothes underneath it. "Not good Wesker." He answers slowly, trying to pick his words carefully, but it seems, what ever talk he had with Jake has made his mood worse.

"What is not good, Simmons?" He asks a little too sternly while walking over to the monitors to have a look for himself.

Stupid Jake coming at the worse time for the stupidest reason.

Wesker does not need to look at the results, since Simmons is reading them out for him. "Subject 1, dead. Subject 2, dead. Subject 3, dead, and subject four, the most promising one… dead."

The blonde tyrant stops walking, a growl escaping his tightly clenched lips. "Even test subject 4?" Wesker asks in disbelief and a hint of something else Simmons cannot identify. Wesker's hand curls into a tight fist.

"Y- yes," Simmons answers a little more cautiously. He has seen Wesker only once this angry in the lab, and it didn't end pretty. The man is hunched over the monitor, his shoulders shaking with so much anger he can almost see it coming off the man. His breathing is coming in short and hot, looking like an animal ready to lash out.

The other scientist in the room are moving away from Wesker, some, the ones close enough to the exit, leaving the place. Simmons does not blame them. All of a sudden, having only two exits feels like a bad idea, especially when Wesker looks like a ticking time bomb.

It's the sudden movement of Wesker heading towards the exit that has Simmon flinch before letting his guard drop ever so slightly. He thought Wesker would have let out his anger like last time and anyone in his way would regret being born.

"Discard of the bodies, like the other one." He says before he leaves the room.

"Yes, sir." Simmons answers, his eyes going to the clipboard on his hand. All are dead…

"These will be experiment failure number 2,302, 2,303, 2,304, 2,305." Simmons announces as the other scientist continue to work in disposing the bodies tied to the beds. Simmons looks out through the glass window, seeing all those dead bodies. "All this time, and we are not one step closer. What are we missing?" Simmons angrily growls under his breath.


Chris leans forward, blue eyes catching Sherry's. She has a small frown on her lips, eyes slightly squinted as she adjust herself on the chair she is sitting on.

"Make your move, body." She says with sass laced in her voice.

And Chris does. He moves the piece and replaces it with his. "Check and mate, body." he says with a satisfying smirk, watching as the young girl groans before throwing her head back in defeat.

"Hooow!" She howls while drawing out the word. "And to think I was the one to teach you." She says while looking back at Chris. "How?" She asks again, with a smile now on her face.

"You sacrificed too many of your ponds. Unnecessary sacrifices at times." Chris states. He sees when her eyes flash with realization before she's looking down at the game once again, now noticing that Chris is right. While all of her's are gone from the table, he only has a few missing. How did she not notice that before.

Sherry leans back on her chair, slipping off her shoes by using her toes to push at the heel of her other shoe until it falls off her foot. She wiggles her toes, free from those horrendous shoes, but not her black stockings. "I think you can go against Jake since I'm not much of a challenge anymore. Jake was the one to teach me after all." She adds as an afterthought.

"I don't think Jake would be caught dead playing with me." Chris says, trying to hold back how much that affects him. But leave it to Sherry to catch onto it regardless. She is regarding him with worried eyes, as she adjust herself on her chair to better look at Chris.

"Jake would play with you. If he finds you are a good opponent."

"Yeah, and for him to find that out he needs to play against me at least once." Chris states, before he waves his hand. He does not want to talk about this, especially not with Sherry. With her he can let those thoughts leave for a few hours.

With a small smile she says she'll still talk to Jake about playing chess with Chris. Chris does not tell her anymore, since she is stubborn, and in the end will do as she likes.

"Anyhow-" Sherry reaches for something in her dress pocket and pulls something out to show Chris. "Got you something."

Chris raises an eyebrow. "What?" He asks, trying to keep a neutral face, but his voice giving him away of his curiosity. He doesn't normally receive gifts, though most times from Sherry and occasionally from Jill, when she was in the mood to.

Opening the palm of her hand, Sherry has three pieces of candy in between her fingers. "Only two are for you, one is mine." She clarifies, seeing Chris' blue eyes light up. The man has always had a sweet tooth. Too bad he doesn't get much sweets. That's why when she can, Sherry gets him some. Sherry steals from the jar downstairs and brings them for Chris. Well it's not considered stealing if she takes the candies and eats them, but if she gives it to Chris, then that, to them, would be stealing.

Chris reaches over and grabs the three candies, Sherry's mouth opening when she notices Chris grabbed all three. "Hey! Don't eat all three of them!" She pushes herself forward, her chair threatening to fall onto it's back, but it doesn't as it returns onto its wooden four legs.

The J'avo shakes his head, as he leans away from Sherry, the blonde girl too short to reach over the table, much less Chris who is leaning away from her. "Who told you to hand me three?"

"I didn't hand you three. You were supposed to choose two!" She cries out, reaching once again. Chris laughs at the horrible attempt at getting the candy back in her possession. She's practically laying on the table, one foot in the air to try and lean as much as possible towards Chris, though she can just go around the table, Chris muses.

"Fine." Chris gives in, opening his hand so Sherry can choose the one candy she wants. If she tries to grab more than two, so she can get him back for what he did, then it's war, Chris thinks, watching the girl in front of him tentatively look at him, as if he is playing a trick on her and will snatch his hand back the moment she tries to make a grab for the candy she wants. She looks cute, Chris can't help but think, seeing her try her best to give Chris a threatening glare, in which Chris assumes is so he doesn't pull his arm back, or close his hand- if she only knew her glare is as threatening as a harmless kitten.

This time, Sherry goes around the table, a finger going to her bottom lip, as if she never saw which flavor the candies were and is now getting a glimpse at them for the first time. She reaches over and grabs the yellow one, her favorite. She quickly unwraps it and plops it into her mouth, a satisfying smile coming over her lips. "Taste good."

"You thought I was going to take it away from you, didn't you?" Chris asks the young girl, while unwrapping one of his candies. Seeing her face conger in shock, before she quickly tries to mask her initial expression by pouting, Chris can't help but shake his head in amusement.

"I knew you were going to hand it over." She states, before she loudly sucks on the candy in her mouth, as if proving a point Chris does not get.

She sits down again, leaning her weight over the table, "I challenge you again."

"I'm not holding back."

"Like I want you to. I can beat you."

A/N: Chapter 3 already? Wow! Thanks to all who reviewed and sent me kudos! If you can, please drop a comment/review if you get the time. Don't forget I am open for request.

Following my little outline, the next chapter starts to speed things up a little (If a reader does not request something, that is). That's why I tried to end this chapter on the bright side.

Thank you once again and I hope you're enjoying the story! XD