Wow, My account has been DEAD for a while...
But I put some good effort into making this a nice long chapter, so... at least... the wait... was... worth it?
One of my longest chapters by far!
I was playing Resident Evil 5 recently, and I swear, it was just NOOB CENTRAL! I'm not one to bash or think myself as an awesome player, but I swear, the people I played mercenaries and story mode with made me look like the gaming GOD! If any of you want to hit me up on RE5, I have the same gamer tag as my FFN account(Please, no Noobs :cries:)... so... yeah!
Enjoy this next chapter while I bash my head repeatedly against the wall from how many times I've died against Wesker on professional mode!


'That's a very big building...'

Wesker never saw anything like it, this place, "The mall", Chris called it, it was so big! Huge! All this time, the house seemed like a spacious place to be, but the mall? It was much bigger! People crowded the doors, some entering and some leaving the huge structure. Most carrying dozens of bags, while others carried only a few. What was contained in those bags, were beyond him. Street lights were placed in neat rows, forming a sort of path to the main entrance. Though the sun was high in the sky, Wesker couldn't help but hope it would fall soon, so he could witness the lights shining in the dark. Everything was so different; the floors were stone, not wood like inside the house. Flower beds were spread all around the massive building, giving color to everything surrounding it. And even though he was admiring the tall structure and all of its surroundings... something felt a bit... off.

"Chris, why is everyone staring at me?"

Pedestrians walking nearby would stare at Wesker intently. Their faces in shock, fear, or sometimes even in disgust.

"It's because you have pink eye, Wes," Chris responded, pushing him gently forward. "No one likes to get pink eye."

Chris handed him some cheap looking sunglasses. He had explained to Wesker about the shades he had worn earlier. They were meant for only females. Jill's Prada shades weren't appropriate for public eyes. It just wasn't right seeing a male wear such a thing...

'Even though they were quite comfy.'

He slipped on the shades and looked towards Chris, who gave him a thumbs up. At least now people wouldn't stare at him.

Chris led him inside, through the double doors, which surprisingly looked like giant windows. They were completely made of glass! These weren't the same kind of doors they had at the house. Back there, they had wooden doors. These were quite strange; he had to examine them more thoroughly. But now wasn't the time to do so. Chris was advancing, and Wesker needed to stay close. He didn't want to get lost in such a huge place.

Inside was even more amazing. The roof had a dome shape to it, the center of it all had glass windows decorating it. The sun illuminated the inside, almost as if it were magic. A large fountain was in the center, where various people would meet, converse, and count how many packages they had. Children ran around the watery decoration, and parents would scold them for their behavior. The mall was a very busy place. It seemed as though no one had time for anyone but themselves.

"This way, Wes. Stay close and don't get lost," Chris told him, walking into the massive crowd.

Wesker nodded, and followed his friend. They passed by various different stores, all with bright lights that welcomed its customers. The blond noticed how rowdy some people were, fighting over merchandise that didn't even seem necessary to posses. Women giggled madly around a jewelry store, eyeing rings and necklaces they knew they could never have. Children begged their parents for toys, expensive ones at that, and the parents denied their pleads with full knowledge that their child would easily bore of the newly bought toy.

'Did I have parents too?'

It came to his attention, and strangely, tugged violently at his heart. All these children had their parents, so, where was his? Surely he must have come from somewhere, right? He couldn't have magically popped into existence, could he? He had to have had parents at some point in his life. It never really occurred to him before, but seeing those children with their parents, and how they took their existence for granted... It bothered Wesker deeply, because they didn't know how lucky they were to have parents.

"Hey, Wes, focus!" Chris tugged at his arm, interrupting his train of thought.

"Wha-" Wesker was centimeters away from crashing into a stone pillar.

Chris chuckled and pulled him to his side, "I know the mall is huge and all, but try to focus on following me. We'll come back another day to explore, alright?"

The brunette turned and continued making his way to whatever destination he was headed for. This time, Wesker focused on following him. He couldn't afford to let his attention wander. What if he were to separate from his friend? The mall was massive, it would be near impossible to find Chris in such a place! Especially since he had no clue where he was going... Chris obviously knew the place by memory. He tread between the crowds easily, maneuvering around chattering friends and families.

'Very... happy... families...'

The thought slipped itself back into his head. It disturbed him, knowing that he didn't have a family, or even had no memory at all of one. It was a foggy past, what he had told Chris that day was truly the only thing he remembered. Lots of men, all in white coats. Scientists, he presumed. They gave off that vibe, the feeling of superior intellect. The memory was bleached, literally. All Wesker could see in his mind, was a bright white light blinding him, only allowing him to see the figures of the men, their white lab coats almost blending in with the strong ray. Their voices muffled, but he could make out some of the very few words they've spoken. W013... impressive... Spencer... And that was all he could really make out. It was a very strange and somewhat disturbing memory.

And just as he finished his thought... he realized, Chris was no longer in front of him. He stopped moving, and began to scan the area. His friend was nowhere in sight.

"Damn it..." He cursed, and just as he did, placed a hand over his mouth in realization of the foul language.

'I need to find Chris,' was all he could think of.

Where could he start his search? The mall felt never ending in every direction. Wesker's head was spinning, he felt confused, small, alone, in the huge building. Then something caught his eye: The pillar he had nearly walked into. The stone structure was engraved with leaf like designs; iron bars circled it elegantly, creating the illusion of the leaf's stem.

"Perfect," He breathed, placing a hand on the familiar landmark.

As he approached the large structure, he noticed an almost exact replica a few feet behind it. Behind that one, was another replica, and another... and another... and, well, another.

'Just my luck.'

He sighed, and began to follow them down, hoping to find the huge fountain he had first spotted at the entrance. Each pillar was aligned perfectly with the last, making the blond man feel as if he'd been walking in place for what seemed hours. He didn't notice it before, but there were pillars to no end, all aligned. Wesker decided that it was done purposely so, to get costumers lost. Why? He didn't know, perhaps he was just blaming all his troubles on the mall. He was just a little angry for losing sight of Chris, after he told himself he was going to concentrate!

He scolded himself, conflicted with an internal argument.

'I hope Chris can find me... Because I don't think I can find him.'


Chris approached his destination, pushing open the double doors, and proceeding to make his way to the counter. "Clear View" was the name of the place. It was where some of the rookies who wore glasses would get their lenses and eye checkups every so often. He knew it was a trusted place, and so it was only natural that he would seek their help in finding Wesker a pair of contacts.

"Stay close, Wes," He said, walking forward towards the woman at the counter, who stared intently at her computer screen.

She had a pear shape to her body, though not overly dramatic. It was a petite figure, she seemed the type to stay home and read a book every Friday night. Her light copper hair was tied back in a high bun, and she wore a grey skirt and vest suit. Silver rimmed glasses adorned her heart shaped face. Her fair skin really brought out her hair, and although she was beautiful, Chris could tell she would bear a nasty attitude. He had heard it all before from his team mates.

'The beauty which hides the beast,' Jill had often said, joking around with the younger members.

Chris shook his head and put on the best face of confidence he could, "Hello Miss, could you help me with something?"

The woman peered up at Chris through the glass of her eyes, sighed, and removed them, "Yes? What do you want?"

Chris quickly lost his look of confidence; her voice was deep with a rather Spanish accent. Her forest green eyes pierced into him, making him feel like she was looking into his soul. Something about this woman was rather unnerving.

"W-Well I," Chris stuttered, "Y-You see, my friend here needs some contacts, and I was kinda hoping you could help him out."

The woman looked past him, and then arched a brow, "Friend?" She spat, "What friend? I see no one here other than you. What are you playing at, Sir?"

"What?" Chris turned, "I'm talking about hi-"

He stopped mid-sentence, only to find that Wesker was nowhere near him. His heart leapt, and panic as well as fear swept over him. Eyes widened, he ran out of the store, slamming the glass door into the window. The woman grunted in annoyance, and stood up, shouting what Chris might have believed a dozen curses in Spanish. But now wasn't the time for deciphering a foreign language, right now he had to look for Wesker.

'Damn it Wesker, I told you to stay close!'


'Chris told you to stay close!'

Wesker's mind raced, he was completely lost and there was nothing in the mall that could help him. In fact, the mall was making things all the more difficult for him! With its repetitive design and all the twists and turns; Confusion was definitely the look the designers were going for.

'And they have succeeded.'

He groaned in frustration, continuing his search of the entrance fountain. He could ask someone for directions, but every person he would approach quickly avoided him. Besides, he didn't feel very comfortable in asking random strangers for help, it's the number one rule to follow when you're alone. He felt so alone, lost, and extremely confused. Sitting down, he let out a sigh, resting his head on his hands. Frustration easily took over, he felt like throwing a tantrum or screaming out loud, though that would be ridiculous. Everyone would stare at him as if he were insane, then no one would want to help him.

"Mommy, which way is the toy store?" he heard a little boy say.

Slowly, he lifted his head to catch a glimpse of the small boy, his short dark hair bouncing on his head as he eagerly jumped up and down. His mother, whose sleeve was being tugged on, looked down at him, patting his head. She didn't seem bothered by his overly hyper behavior.

"Let's see the magical map, sweetie!" Her voice was a bit too perky for Wesker's taste. She seemed to speak in a babyish fashion, and he didn't need his memory to figure out that, that right there, was annoying as all hell...

The woman strode over to a large board that was placed in the middle of the passing shoppers. She eyed it for a few seconds and pointed at it, showing her son what she had seen. The boy began to jump again, giggling madly and clapping his hands in glee. The woman smiled at her son, grasped his hand, and led him away. Wesker watched them leave and as soon as they were out of sight, he lifted himself from the bench of which he sat, and walked towards the board.

"Magical Map?" He breathed, approaching the object.

His eyes fell upon the straight lines, each forming shapes of different angles and sizes. They were labeled with names in black type, each labeled area had a different color, and a bright light illuminated the entire thing. Wesker could have sworn he heard an Angel's chorus somewhere, because this was the answer to his problem!

'Now what does this writing mean?'

He examined the thing closely, reading each piece of type letter by letter. Hair's Johnny, Barney's, Bella Kids, Bob's Stores, Victoria's Secret, All these people had strange names. And what Secret does this Victoria have anyways? Wesker didn't understand the make of this "Magical Map". He couldn't find Chris anywhere! It must have been broken. All hope flew out of his being at that moment; it was crushed right before him.

'Stupid map, they should fix it'

It was back to square one for him. Feeling heavy he began to, once again, tread through the mall in search of Chris.


Chris sped down the mall's pathways, scanning each face he came across briefly in search of Wesker. He pushed by standers aside clearing the way for himself. People were shouting at him, but he didn't pay any mind to what they were saying. The mall was just too crowded to for its own good. People stood around without purpose, taking up space as they did nothing in particular. Chris was fuming with anger at their unneeded presence. It was ridiculous, the amount of shoppers who just stood and did nothing! Didn't they have anything better to do?

"Excuse me," He said, shoving past dozens of people, because although he was in a hurry, he still felt the need to show some politeness.

He rushed up to a map of the mall, trying to decide where he had parted ways with Wesker. Tracing the layout with his finger, he found the spot at which Wesker zoned out. He began to rush towards the area, hoping Wesker stayed put like a smart person.

'But Wesker is Wesker' Chris reminded himself, thinking of the blond's wandering habits.

He ran faster, now that the thought came to haunt him. He panicked. How could he lose such a tall man? And an outlandish one at that! He cursed to himself, and kept running.


'Isn't that Chris?'

Wesker stood paces away from his brunette friend, who took off running after viewing the "Magical Map". He had only walked a few stores down, though the map was still in plain view.

Instinct told him to pursue the man, and so he did. He took big steps to try and keep up with Chris, but crowed after crowed walked between him, sheltering his friend from view. Wesker struggled to keep Chris in sight, but to no avail. Before he knew it, the brunette was gone. The hope of being found had once again left him. He was so close, and yet so far... But he didn't give up completely. Wesker continued to walk in the direction he had seen Chris run. Maybe, eventually, he'd catch up to him? Wesker had to focus to do so first. Nothing could draw his attention away from the goal at hand. He needed to stay on track and stop thinking so much-

'Candy store?'

The bright colored logo came into view, catching every ounce his attention. He stopped walking and stood facing the neon lights. Inside, children ran wildly, gathering sweets from every end of the store. Adults themselves gathered chocolates and lollipops, and teenagers carried long tubes filled with colorful powder. They all gathered around small clear boxes which contained the sugary sweets, filling bags with treats and picking select flavors. Children ate greedily while their parents paid for anything they wanted. Everything was bright and the air smelled sweet. Almost everyone held giant colorful bags with the words "Candy" printed on them. Wesker had never seen so many colors stationed in one area. It was as if the rainbow had fallen from the sky and splashed everything inside this store with color.

He shook his head, trying to regain his focus. Now wasn't the time to get distracted by such... vibrant, colors. He turned to face the direction where Chris had been and continued to walk. He scolded himself once again for losing sight of the goal at hand.

Chris had just slipped through his fingers.

"Excuse me mister," Came a childish voice.

Wesker looked to his side, and saw no one. Was he going insane? He then felt a tug at his shirt, and slowly averted his gaze downward. Next to him, stood a little girl, blonde hair pulled up in pig tails, and a small milky pink dress adorned with ribbons. Her deep blue eyes stared at him. Wesker looked at her, face softened, she was truly adorable.

"Mister, are you lost?" She said, voice light and sweet.

He nodded slowly, "I'm looking for my friend. I just saw him run that way," he pointed to make his objective clear.

The girl took his hand and began walking in said direction, "Ok! I'll help you find him! Mommy always says it's not good getting lost!"

Wesker was grateful for the girl's act of kindness. She seemed to know where she was going and also knew where she was. Without a second thought, he followed the small child to wherever she was taking him. He hoped Chris would be nearby.

'Though she reminds me of someone, I don't remember who though'


'Damn it Wesker, where are you?'

Chris sprinted through the crowd of people, searching for the pillar. He remembered seeing a giant bush next to it and there was a Chinese food store right across from it as well.

'Gotta love Chinese food...'

He mentally slapped himself for the thought, and continued weaving through the horde of shoppers. It was like that video game Jerry always played, "Dead Rising", was it? The entire mall filled wall to wall with zombies. Replace Zombies with crazed money spending people, and it was exactly Chris' situation. Though, he again mentally slapped himself, for comparing those terrible creatures with living human beings. He had reminded himself of the nightmares he would get in the middle of the night. Those flesh eating monsters gnawing at his skin, him not being able to pull away, and all of them ending with an ear-rupturing scream. He would wake in a cold sweat, breathing heavily, senses flaring, eyes scanning everything around him. He feared the night, he feared the dark, he feared the color black itself.

'Thanks to a certain someone, who is going to get his ass kicked when I find him!'

He arrived at the pillar, and slowed his pace down to a jog, and eventually to a halt. Circling around the area, he kept an eye out for Wesker, but there was no sign of him. He couldn't play this game of hide-n-seek anymore, it was getting too stressful. Chris swore he felt his hair turn grey on the spot from the stress. He sat down and took a deep breath, trying to calm down and clear his thoughts. Jill always encouraged him to stop and think for a moment. His sister, Claire, had told him the same thing. Which reminded him, when was she going to call him back?

"Better not be busy with college boys," he muttered jokingly, trying to keep his mind occupied.

Then it hit him, "Call him". He could go to the customer service desk and ask them to call Wesker over the intercom! It would echo along the entire mall, so loud, that everyone inside could hear it! This was the perfect plan!

Chris leapt up from the bench and began to run towards the costumer service desk. He bumped into various shoppers along the way, but at least he was making progress. Sprinting as fast as he could, he had made it. Behind the counter sat a woman, mid forties, chewing gum obnoxiously, red hair tied up in a bun, make-up smeared all over her face, and black rimmed glasses to top it all off. She frightened Chris, who jumped back slightly from the sudden view. The lady looked up at him slowly from her computer, popped her gum, and eyed him.

"Can I help you?" She said, voice spoken from the nose.

Chris hesitantly approached the desk once again, "C-could you call my... friend, over the intercom?"

The red head stared at him, "Sir, do you know how complicated that would be? First I gotta shut off the music," she paused, "Then, I gotta turn on the speakas," she paused again, as Chris noticed the accent on the word 'Speakers', "And then I gotta call your little friend's name." She paused again, staring at him, "You get the picture?"

"Please," he began to plead, flashing her the best puppy eyes to his ability, "I lost him and really need to find him quick. It's important to me and I would greatly appreciate your help."

The woman eyed him top to bottom, then gave him a flirtatious smirk, "Alright, but only because you're so darn handsome!"

Chris chuckled nervously, and looked away with a confused look on his face. The red head then turned away and shut off the music that played throughout the mall, people's conversations suddenly seemed so much louder. She grasped the microphone from beneath the counter and tapped it twice; she covered the mouth piece and leaned over towards Chris, "What's your friend's name, dear?"

"Wesker, Albert Wesker."

"Albert Wesker, please report to the customer service counter in the east wing. Albert Wesker, report to the customer service counter in the east wing, thank you." Her voice echoed along the mall, making heads turn with the sudden announcement. The music then played again, and everyone went about their business.

"There ya go, handsome."

Chris turned to see the lady smiling at him dreamily. He flashed a slight smile out of politeness, "Uh, thank you," he quickly turned and waited for Wesker to arrive, he just hoped Wesker knew where to go...


"Albert Wesker, please report to the customer service counter in the east wing. Albert Wesker, report to the customer service counter in the east wing, thank you." came an echoing voice.

Wesker stared up at the ceiling, deciphering where the voice was coming from. The little girl looked up at him in question.

"What's wrong mister?"

He looked down at her and paused for a few moments, "The voice knows my name."

The girl giggled, "So your name is Alb-Albr-Alllllllbbb... That?" She struggled saying his first name, but Wesker understood what she meant. He nodded and smiled slightly. The girl began to run the opposite direction of which they were going, leaving Wesker to stare in question. She turned around, pig tails bouncing perkily, "Come on Alb-r! It's this way!"

He pursued the child, trusting her sense of direction. At times, she would disappear into the horde of shoppers, but it wasn't hard to lose a bubbly blonde child with a pink dress. Besides, she was the only one with pigtails so curly. Before he knew it, Chris came into view. His familiar figure brought a sense of inner peace, yet somewhere inside him, it slightly angered him. Wesker couldn't explain the feeling, but he ignored it and continued walking towards his friend. Beside him, was a woman who was speaking to some red headed witch? Chris must have asked the witch to summon Wesker to him.

"Hello Chris."

The brunette man turned to face him, sighing heavily and lifting himself away from the counter, "There you are! I've been looking everywhere for you!"

"I'm sorry..." Wesker responded, he looked down and spotted the little girl next to him. "She helped me find you."

Chris stared at the little girl, "She did?"

"Suzy!" Came the woman behind Chris, pushing past him and grasping the little girl.

"Hi mommy!" came the blonde child now named Suzy.

The woman hugged the girl tightly, scolding her for leaving her side. Suzy smiled and nodded, hugging her mother lovingly. Wesker noted the sigh of frustration the woman let out, as she hugged her daughter back. It was a nice moment- which was interrupted by a slap to the face.

"You! You sick pervert! Stay away from my daughter!" The woman screamed.

Wesker rubbed his cheek, confused as to what had happened.

"And you!" She turned to Chris, who shielded his face from the woman's rage, "Control your friend's impulses!" With that said, she stormed off. Suzy trotted behind her, waving good-bye to the two men.

Chris stared, "What the hell just happened?"

"Chris," Wesker began, turning to face the brunette, "Why do women like slapping me?"

His friend patted his back, and began to nudge him forward, "Just forget it, Wes. Come on, let's go get those contacts and get the hell out of here."


Holy friggin crap, that took forever... :D
Well, I hope you guys liked this chapter... I need a life... :D C YA LATERZ!
(Ps: Im really bored and hyper atm in class... dont beat me with a frozen chihuahua)