~Present~

I always knew he wanted to kill me. But not like this. 'This cant be happening..' I think to myself as I'm walked down a hallway, surrounded by 6 guards with AK-74's. My hands are shackled together. I stare down at the ground. I'm led to a room that's completely white, with nothing inside, only a rectangle of glass on one of the walls. 'Heh, no use there. Its probably Wesker proof. Indestructible.'

One of the guards push me inside and the reassuring clanks of the door being securely locked ensure no escape. Letting out a sigh, I walk to
the edge of the room. I imagine Wesker saying "time to die Chris" in my head. I sit on the floor and lean my back against the wall, closing
my eyes. 'I'm so hungry. Maybe if I sleep I can forget the pain..'

~5 years ago~

Id been in the hospital for 2 1/2 weeks before they let me out, on a Saturday. We were having dinner over my speedy recovery. Wesker
treated a bunch of us to a 5 star restaurant. Jill, Leon, Billy, Wesker, and I. The cheapest damn thing on the menu was 40 dollars,
some salad. All the main courses ranged from 60-140 dollars each. I stared blankly at the menu. I felt bad for eating a meal that could
buy a starving family food for a week. I didn't even look at wine. Too damn expensive.

"I don't see why this is something to celebrate over." I said for the third time. "I get wounded all the time. There's nothing special over
almost getting your arm shot off." Jill was the one to give me an answer, of course. She liked me. I didn't like her. "Because we're all
happy you didn't die, Chris."

She linked her arm through mine, and I tried to not show my disgust. Billy sat on her other side, Leon sat across from him, Wesker across
from me. His elbows were resting on the table, his fingers interlocked in front of his chin. 'He must be in deep thought..' I knew he was
staring at me through those shades, and no one else noticed. They were all deciding on their meals.

Our waiter came and we ordered. Billy had the chicken alfredo, 85 dollars. Jill had a lasagna, 95 dollars. Leon had tortellini shells with pasta and bread, 110 dollars. I didn't feel hungry anymore. 'I'll have food when I get home.' The waiter impatiently tapped his foot, and I shook my head. Leon, Jill, and Billy looked surprised. "Aren't you hungry?" They all asked at once.

"I'll have the horse." When the waiter was about to write it down I said "I was just kidding. I don't eat cute little ponies." Wesker
sighed. "We will share the shark, lobster, and steak platter, with two cups of your most delicious expensive wine. I swear the whole
restaurant went quiet. That meal alone was 400 dollars. Was he fucking crazy?!

When I looked at him he was smirking. Our waiter ran into the kitchen. Everyone else at our table had their jaws wide open. "I'm not hungry."
Wesker gave me an 'if you don't eat it I'll cram in down your throat' look, and on queue my stomach grumbled, betraying me. I gave a half smile, and the rest of the group continued talking among each other.

It took four waiters to bring our food. I nearly shit a brick when I saw how big Wesker's and my meal was. I couldn't resist once I smelled
it. I fucking demolished the lobster in seconds. I must have looked like a ravenous lion eating, because Wesker chuckled, sipping his
wine gracefully. I didn't care though, it was REALLY good.

When we were done, Wesker tossed over 700 dollars on the table like it was nothing. I barely made that much in two weeks. I bet the waiter liked his 50 dollar tip. Billy and Leon left in Billy's car, and Jill ran to catch her bus. I had my hands in
my pocket, staring at the sky, when Wesker offered me a ride home. "Uh, its OK I can walk. Its only 10 miles." Obviously it wasn't the
answer he wanted, because he opened the passenger door of his black Maserati Quattroporte Sport GT S for me.

Of course he had a car that was as expensive as an apartment. I got in and he closed the door, got in the drivers seat and started the car.
Now I know why people say expensive cars purr. Neither of us said anything while he sped quietly down the highway. 'I didn't even tell
him where I live..' After 15 minutes we were at my dumpy little house.

'Where the hell does he get all his money from? I don't even want to know if he lives in the 7 million dollar mansion at the top of the
mountain.' I got out and bent over to look at him. "Thanks for the meal and the ride back." I said smiling. He nodded, said "Goodbye,
Chris," and drove off.