Chapter 7-On the run..
"Chris love. Wake up." I hear Wesker's groggy, raw british vocie as he shakes me. I grunt, not wanting to get up. "Come on love. Today's the day we're back on the road."
"Ughhh...One more night. I really like it here." Here is somewhere up north of Canada. We're in a small masion(Didnt know they had 'em either)Wesker brought during his 'evil' stage. I turn to Wesker's slightly golden red eyes. I quickly look away, the color reminding me of the past.
'Poor navie Chris.'
'Shut up and DIE!'
"Christopher..." Wesker coo's and I turn back to him. His eyes back to normal and I smile. "Wesker this is the first time I've slept in weeks!" I whine as he sits up. "Well your always too busy writing in your diary-"
"It's a jorunal!"
"So of course you havent gotten any sleep." Wesker shrugs, smiling. "Plus I keep telling you: if you want to stay any place longer then two weeks we have to dye your hair-"
"And I know your only saying that 'cause you want me to be a blonde plus we'd have to dye your hair too." I huff, sitting up on the bed.
"Change our names-"
"Which I refuse."
"And make leak our new lives onto the internet, just for safety." Wesker finishes, ingnoring me to the fullest. "You helped me escape, ran away with me and now the BSAA, along with the FBI and the CIA, are looking for me, thinking that I kidnapped you. But most of all you have to accept the fact that I tried to take over the world and that your as infected as I am and that it will be a very long time before they stop looking for us." Wesker intwines our hands. I flinch at the word 'infected'. He injected me with the T-virius after he 'reserected' in Africa..I cried and cried as he stayed there with me. 'I did it for us.' he reapeted over and over. Thats where our running began. "I have accepted all of that..." I whisper, trying not to cry from the memorys. "I trust you wont try to take over the world again because I love you." I look at him. "I love you too dear heart." he hugs me close to his chest. "And thank you for trusting me. I wont hurt you or let any else hurt you." he kisses the top of my head. "I want to stay." I mumble in his chest. I look at up and lock eyes with him. "I'll dye my hair but red and if we change our names, my name is Brandon Redfield. Also you have to take me last name." I smirk as he growls. "Fine, Brandon. Anything else?"
I'll help with the files if-"
"Here we go."
"We adopt." I smile as he smiles. "Perfect." he quickly peaks me on the lips and heads out the room. "Dye is in the bathroom, I'm gonna make breakfast!" he calls. "'Kay!" I call back, getting up and heading to the bathroom in our room. I smile as I see boxes of dye lined up and a post it on the blonde dye that says 'Chris'. I smile and decied to make Wesker happy. I pick up the blond dye box and head to over to the shower put stop as I see Wesker's name on the red dye. "Red head huh?" I laugh and start the blonding process.
"Chris, breakfast!" I hear Wesker call from downstairs. "Coming!" I call back,drying my blonde hair one more time. "Very nice." Wesker purrs, running his fingers through my hair as I walk into the kitchen. "Same to you." I smile, doing the same thing to his red hair. "Breakfast is right there." he point to the plate of orange jam toast, sasuge, bacon and eggs on the table. "I have to put our name, marriage license and things in the computer." he smiles and waltz out the kitchen. 'Our new life.'
Three years later BSAA headquaters
"Miss we have a match up for Chris Refield!" an agent calls to Sheva. "Let me see." Sheva walks over to a computer. "False alarm Miss just the same last name. Look: This is a picture of Brandon and James Redfield with their four kids Dante, Albert, Chris, and Jill Redfield. They live in a small house up north of Canada." Sheva eyes the smiling blonde named Brandon, with his arm wrapped around the taller, also smiling, red head, James. 'It's him.' Sheva confrims looking at the big blue eyes of so called 'Brandon' Redfield. 'That must be Wesker.' she eyes James. "I want..." Sheva trails off looking at the happy family. Chris patting the head of a smiling seven year old white haired boy with one hand and the other wrapped around Wesker's mid section while Wesker is smiling carrying a small five year old girl in one arm and the other arm is drapped on Chris shoulders. What really got her smiling is the other two boys, a ten year old burnette and a ten year old blonde that look exactly like Chris and Wesker, are putting each other in a head lock but their smiling. "What Miss? Is it them?" a guy asks, looking at the screen. "No. It's not them." Sheva smiles. "Jill come and look at this." Sheva calls Jill over. "Huh?"
"Look." Sheva points to the Redfield family picture on the screen. "Hey thats..." Jill trails off, staring at the picture. "Thats Brandon and James Redfield with their four kids Dante, Chris, Albert and Jill Redfield." Sheva smiles as Jill starts to smile through tears. "J-Jill huh?" She sobs. "Jill are you okay?" another man asks. "I'm fine. It's just...a real nice family." Jill sniffles and smiles at Sheva. "We'll need to pay them a visit." Sheva whispers, taking Jill to the bathroom. "Definitely."
THE END~~~
