Hello, my loyal readers! Here's Chapter 8 of "Danger In The Closet". I just want to say thank you all so much for being with me during this journey. You guys, the readers and reviewers, are my motivation to continue writing this story. I think I'm finally back on my stuff. Thank you all again!

I don't own Resident Evil. Enjoy!

Danger In The Closet

A Resident Evil and OC Story

By SamuraiWriter


Chapter 8: Two Steps Forward, Three Steps Back

Manuel arrived to Wesker's nearly vacant apartment complex at 11:00. He gave the door three short knocks and waited for Wesker to appear. A minute after those knocks, Manuel heard the lock to the door start to shuffle, and the door opened wide to reveal Wesker. Manuel was slightly surprised by his appearance. Wesker's eyes were noticeably red; his blond hair looked damaged and greasy; the lines on his face seemed more bold and detailed on his face. Overall, Wesker looked weak. Manuel looked behind him and saw the table that he used previously was a bit messier. He noticed the red straw that Wesker had previously used for his cocaine about a day ago was on the floor, crumbled and damaged with more white specks of cocaine.

"I am here like you requested." Manuel said, pushing his appearance aside and direction his focus onto Wesker.

Wesker grumbled. "Get in." he said.

Wesker stepped aside and Manuel stepped in. Wesker slammed the door, and Manuel looked about the room as if he had never been there before. The mess in Wesker's room seemed to have increased while Manuel was away. Clothes were sprawled over several parts of the floor. Dirty bed sheets hung off the edge of the bed, and laid there with a slight stench floating into the air. Wesker's trash can was overflowed with garbage that had sat in the can since three weeks ago. Manuel's eyes felt a slight sting from the unusual aroma that sawm in Wesker's room, but he ignored all of those faults and sat gently on the edge of Wesker's bed.

Wesker walked over to Manuel and extended his hand out. "The sunglasses." Wesker commanded.

Manuel reached into his pocket and pulled out the high-tech black sunglasses, and Wesker took them from him. Wesker walked over to the side of his bed, bent down and picked up a black laptop. He placed the laptop down and pressed a button, and the screen turned a bright blue. After a few more seconds, Wesker reached into his pajama pants pocket and pulled out a small, thin cord. Wesker connected one end of the cord with a tiny hole located at the end of one of the temple arms, and plugged the other end of the cord into the side of the laptop. The rims of the sunglasses glowed a bright green color, and within a few seconds, pictures appeared on the laptop. These pictures consisted of different shots of Leon and Chris, and the album featured photos that were both sent to Wesker and were recently taken.

"I also took the liberty of recording a phono conversation between Kennedy and Redfield using the micropiece."

A grin crept on Wesker's face as he viewed the photos. "Excellent work, Manuel. Phase Two of our plan is complete." he said.

Manuel smiled and nodded. "Gracias, Wesker. Now, what do I have to do next?" he said.

Wesker walked over to the nightstand and grabbed a crushed back of cigarettes. He took the last cigarette and placed it between his chapped lips, throwing the empy cigarette box down onto the stand. He reached for the orange lighter that laid next to his cell phone, flicked it, and threw back down once his cigarette was lit. He inhaled, and then removed the cigarette from his mouth by his index and middle fingers and released a puff of smoke into the room. Wesker placed the cigarette back into his mouth and turned back to Manuel, who eyed him attentively.

"Phase Three is to find a certain someone. I believe you know who I am talking about." Wesker said.

Manuel nodded with complete understanding. "Si, but may I ask you something?"

"What it is?"

"Why did you have me take pictures of Chris Redfield and Leon Kennedy? What do they have to do with any of this?" Manuel asked.

Wesker chuckled and released another puff of smoke. "Blackmail. Once we catch Redfield and Kennedy, we'll use these photos to blackmail them into retrieving information on Robert Wilson and Jeffery Smith's knowledge of Mary Douser. If they refuse to assist us, we will go public with the photos. I have a feeling that it will be a strong shock, since it is well-known that the BSAA and T.U.O.G.P do not like each other. Wouldn't it be nice for the public to hear about the homosexual relationship between two people of the respective organizations? Oh, I smell a scandal."

Manuel slowly nodded his head as he began processing the information. "And what about Mary Douser? What is her involvement in this situation?" Manuel asked.

By this time, Wesker was standing right in front of Manuel, looking down to him with his bright, sharp eyes. "Mary Douser is the most vital part of this entire operation. That is all I will say for now. You will reach her when it is time to cross over that bridge." Wesker answered.

With that, Wesker used one hand to push Manuel onto the partially dirty, unmade bed. Wesker smirked and placed one knee on the bed. Wesker's facial expression said it all, but Manuel did not object to the blonde man's suddenly increased libido. Manuel simply laid on the bed as Wesker proceeded to unbutton the Latino man's shirt and glide his hand along Manuel's chest. Manuel sucked in some air as Wesker's cold hand brushed against his nipples, and his eyes quickly shut when he felt Wesker's moist tongue glide along the side of his neck. Manuel felt Wesker's lips float over his right ear, while his hand floated down to his rising groin.

Wesker chuckled in his ear and gave it a playful lick. "Just wait, Manuel. Things are going to come together nicely." he said. Wesker stuck his tongue deep into Manuel's ear, making Manuel let out an appreciative moan.


Krauser surprised himself with how much he was getting worried about Leon. Leon had not left Krauser's apartment too long ago, and Krauser felt like he was going to explode. Krauser figured that Leon would atleast call him to update Krauser on his current condition. He considered calling Leon himself, but he did not know Leon's number by heart. He could have asked Kevin, but Kevin was sound asleep on his couch, so calling Leon was currently out of the question.

Krauser sighed and consumed the last of his beer. He crushed the empty can in his hand and through the damaged beer can toeards the trash can. It missed, and the can crashed down onto the cold kitchen floor. Krauser growled, picked the can up, and slammed it in the trash can in frustration. The noise of it all stirred Kevin, his body moving and twitching a bit right after Krauser slammed the beer can into the trash can. Krauser turned to Kevin and watched as he sat up a bit and looked around. Kevin's eyes looked and were heavy, and his head turned towards Krauser. He lifted his hand in a greeting, and Krauser lifted a hand in response.

"W-what time is it?" Kevin mumbled, his voice scratchy and hoarse.

Krauser took a glance at the kitchen clock. "Its 11:25."

Kevin groaned when he heard the time. "Damn...didn't sleep for as long as I had planned." he said.

"Then just go back to sleep. Sorry if I woke you up."

Kevin gave him a lazy smile. "Nah, it's cool. Can't go back to sleep now. Shit...I hate when that happens."

"Yeah. Me too." Krauser said, his voice drifiting off. Kevin heard this and focused his attention on the older, blonde male. He saw the saddened expression on his scarred face and it made him concerned. Krauser's hand balled into fists and he stared at the kitchen counter, seemingly in deep thought.

"You okay, man?" Kevin asked, his voice full of concern.

Krauser swallowed and looked up to Kevin with a half-smile. "Yeah, man. I'm good."

"Worried about Leon?"

Krauser's face tightened. "Yeah..."

Kevin grinned. "There's no reason to be. Leon can take care of himself. There's nothing that guy can't do. He'll be fine." he said.

Krauser was surprised at Kevin's optimism, but was moved at the same time. He gave him a smile, letting him know that he believed and appreciated his words. "You're right. I'm still worried about him."

"Eh. I guess."

Krauser waited and properly collected his thoughts together before saying his next words. "Kevin...can I ask you something?"

"Sure." Kevin said, his voice now cheery and much clearer than before.

Krauser swallowed some spit before asking his question. "No disrespect or anything, but...are you really cool with...you know, Leon's homosexuality?" he asked.

Kevin did not answer Krauser right after he asked that question, causing Krauser to grow tenser with every silent second that passed. Krasuer started to think that he made the wrong decision by asking that question, and he was now afraid of an answer that he did not expect to come about. His body slowly grew more calm when Kevin smiled and ran a hand through his wild, brown hair.

"I am. I think it's fine that Leon's gay. It's funny, though, because I used to never like homosexuals. Especially gay guys. I used to hate them and crack shitty jokes at and about them every chance I got. I just...I thought it was gross. I remember who I use to be in high school. Kevin Ryman, Oak Crest High's pretty boy and raging homophobic. I was a womanizer and a bully at the same time. When I bullied, it did not just happen to gay boys, but I took my anger out on them more when the person I was bullying was gay, or even bi for the matter."

"All of that changed with my old best friend, David King. Man, him and I were like the best of buds. We'd do almost everything together. Despite that, we were so different. I was rowdy and wild; David was calm and sensitive. Even with our different attitudes, we were still close. And then...that one night happened. David and I were just hanging at my house, eatin' and drinkin' and just having a good time. Then, David killed the mood and made it all serious and shit. He said that he had to tell me something really important. He told me that...he told me that it could affect the relationship that we had, but he felt like...like he had to tell me. Huh...I laughed and said that nothing would affect the friendship him and I had. What a fool I was."

Krauser's throat grew drier as Kevin paused. He bite down on a part of his bottom lip and waited, but he had a pretty good idea as to what he was going to say next. Kevin's face had long ago lost its smile, and Kevin's eyes were focused somewhere in the air, like he was looking at something invisible.

"David told me he was gay. When he first told me, I didn't say a word. Then when he tried to talk to me, I snapped. I punched him in the face and pushed him around. He refused to fight me back...I called him so many nasty slurs and words. 'Fag', 'homo', 'man-whore', 'AIDS-infested piece of shit'...just to give you ideas. And the worse thing was he did was not fight back. That was what made me madder and caused me to hit him harder...he just wouldn't fight back. I kicked him out of my house and told him to never talk to me again. He didn't."

"Like, a week after that fateful night, I got a call from one of my friends telling me that David had killed himself. I was too shocked, I didn't know what the fuck I was suppose to do. I just stood there with phone to my ear...my friend was dead. After a minute or two, I started bawling. I couldn't help but feel guilty for his death. I felt like...like, like I was the one that made David kill himself. I felt as if...if it wasn't for me, David could still be alive. I hated myself. An hour after David's funeral, I tried to fucking kill my own damn self. Obviously, I failed. I just...I felt that I couldn't live with myself. It was because of me that I had lost one of my best friends, and I couldn't take it."

"Ever since David's death, I have told myself that I will let go of my homophobic ways. If any of my future friends were gay or bi, I would treat them the same as my heterosexual friends. Everyone deserves to be happy, no matter if you like girls or boys. Then, I met Leon. With Leon, it was like it was David and I again. Leon told me that he was gay on a similar to the way David told me, but that time, I took it a WHOLE lot better. I wanted to forgive myself for David and my past, and I decided to start forgiving myself with Leon. Me and Leon are friends till one of us kicks the bucket, and I want to keep our friendship alive for Leon, David, and for myself."

Krauser was speechless. His eyes never left Kevin's face, and he stood there staring as he drifted off into space. Kevin was sitting, hunched over and with his fingers intertwined. He seemed to be looking at Krauser's coffee table the entire time, but the coffee table was no exciting enough for Kevin to be staring at the entire time while he was talking. Kevin licked his dry, chapped lips and let out a sigh. Scratching his head, he laid back and rested against the couch. His head was positioned upwards and his eyes gazed at the tan ceiling. His eyes gazed over the few cracks that had formed from the age of the building, he saw how some of the cracks had formed over eachother. Kevin had this feeling the ceiling was going to collapse on him, but he still continued to stare at it.

After two minutes of complete silence, Krauser summoned the courage to speak.

"Shit, Kevin. You didn't have to tell me that if you didn't want to..."

"Little late for that, isn't Krauser?" Kevin responded, grinning at the ceiling. "Don't worry about it. I don't mind it. I trust you."

Krauser did not know what Kevin trusted him with, but he was glad to have his trust anyway. He released a sigh and walked back to the refridgerator. He took out two beers and placed one on the counter. He called out Kevin's name and threw the beer to him when Kevin looked at him. Kevin caught the beer with a firm grip, and looked at it instead of popping it open.

Krauser raised an eyebrow. "Beer is meant to be consumed. Not stared at, dipshit." Krauser said, grinning.

Kevin snorted. "You have got to be the most masculine gay guy I have ever met, Krauser." he said.

"I'm not gay. I'm bisexual."

Kevin gave Krauser an indescribable look, to which Krauser had a laugh at. Soon after, Kevin himself started laughing. Soon enough, they were both laughing like two complete idiots.


Leon's eyes cracked open, and a feeling of pain shot through his body. Leon shut his open quickly, and waited a whole minute before reopening his eyes. His vision was blurred, and Leon blinked a few times to clear his vision. Blinking caused a slight feeling of pain to soar in his head, but Leon fought through it. Once he could see completely, he looked around to try to figure out just exactly where he was. Judging by the peices of furniture, Leon figured that he was in a bedroom. Leon tried to get up, but was held back by a restricting force. Leon gasped and looked over himself. He was confinded to chair, completely stuck to it by his wrists and his ankles.

Leon let out a frustrated sigh. The only thing that Leon remembered before he blacked out was that he was driving away from Krauser's apartment, trying to find somewhere to go. That was it, and that did not help Leon's current situation. Wherever he was, Leon needed to find a way out. Sucking his teeth, he ignored the throbbing in his head and tried to stand, despite being tied to the wooden chair. Leon got a solid stance with his tied feet and, slowly and carefully, lifted the chair from off the ground. He bent over, his back already starting to ache from the weight of the chair. He ignored that pain and located the door. He hopped around to face the door, each hop causing his body slight pain. He hopped again towards the door, beads of sweat emerging from his hair and rolling down his forehead.

Leon felt a bit happy. He was almost close to the door. When he got close enough, he would then turn around and try to turn the knob. There was a strong possibility that the door was locked, but Leon figured that it was still worth a try.

Just as Leon drew closer to the door, the door swung open and there stood a shirtless Chris Redfield. Leon's eyes widened, and he slowly lifted his head to look at Chris. Chris did not look too shocked or angry, and he just gave the blonde a questionable look instead. In a situation such as the one Leon was in, he would have flipped at the sight of Chris. He would immeditatly become defensive and alert, and he would be prepared for whatever trick, method, or scheme that Chris had planned for him. However, Leon did not have any of his weapons and all of his limps accessible. Instead, he had an aching body and a slightly heavy chair strapped to his back.

Leon gave Chris a cheesy smile. "Hi." he said cheerfully. He was trying hard not to look at Chris' abs.

Chris grinned and slung a white over his shoulder. He took one step, stretched his index finger out, and placed it in the middle of Leon's forehead. With a chuckle, Chris gave Leon a push back. "Timber." he said.

Leon yelped out and hit the ground hard, chair first. Leon cried out from the pain and he turned onto his side, moaning in pain. Chris closed the door and shook his head at the sight of Leon's helpless body. "Such a shame." Chris said.

"How did I get here?" Leon said. It sounded like one huge word when Leon said it.

Chris walked over to his dresser and picked up a small mirror. He walked back over to the moaning Leon, stooped down to him, and placed the mirror to his face. Leon felt Chris' presence and opened his eyes.

Leon shrieked.

Leon saw that one of his eyes had been surrounded by blackish-purple skin and had grown big and puffy. It looked abnormal, and for a short minute, Leon questioned the origin of the black eye. Then, Leon looked up to Chris and saw him smiling like an idiot. At the sight of Chris' smile, Leon frowned.

Leon remembered. Chris had punched him in the alleyway.

Leon sighed and Chris let out a laugh. He set the mirror down and helped Leon up. Once Leon was on all four chair legs, he ruffled his hair as if he were a little kid. Leon stared at him, shocked at both his action and his black eye. Leon remembered that he encountered Chris in the morning; he had noticed that the sky had gotten exceptionally dark when he first examined the bedroom.

"What time is it, Chris?"

Chris looked at his alarm clock. "Almost 8:00." he answered.

'8:00!' Leon shouted in his mind. He had been out for THAT long? Leon could not believe it. He could feel himself start to panic, and Chris just watched him in amusement. Chuckling, Chris reached and grabbed Leon's jaw, causing Leon to stop fidgeting and look straight at him. The brunette man smirked at his blonde lover, and he proceeded to straddle the blonde. Leon's eyes widened in both pleasure and pain when Chris put all of his weight on him. It was a bit painful because Leon's body still ached, but it felt good to have Chris' weight against is groin, which was starting to pulsate. Chris stared deep in Leon's eyes, as if he were trying to figure them out or decipher them.

"You're cute when you're helpless." Chris stated.

Leon rolled his eyes. "I am starting to see that now." he said.

Chris chuckled, and started to lean in for Leon's lips. Leon became alert. 'Not this time, Chris!'.

Just before Chris could press his lips against Leon's, the smaller male head-butted the larger.

"Yow!" Chris yelped.

"That was for the black eye, you whore!" Leon shouted in his face.

In a swift motion, Chris reached behind him and pulled out a Beretta 92 from the back of his pants and aimed it at Leon's neck. Leon's immediatly shifted from Chris' eyes to the gun, his body frozen and alert. Chris smirked at his sudden change of composure. "Now, it's my turn." Chris said, giving one of Leon's ears a playful lick.

Leon rolled his eyes. "Well, isn't this just great..."

Chris ignored his comment. "This is my chance. I could shoot you right in the neck and this could be over. I could just shoot you in the fucking face and leave you here to rot. Well, maybe not here. Perhaps outside or something of the sort. Yeah...shoot you and leave you outside for the animals to feed on you. That would really make my fucking day. To see you, dead on the floor...would really..."

Chris took a deep breath to try to finish the sentence. Leon could see that the hand that held the pistol was shaking, and Chris re-positioned closer to his neck. Beads of sweat casually rolled down Chris' forehead and down to the tip of his nose, and he wiped them away with his free hand. His eyes had met with Leon's, and they continued to stare at eachother while Chris struggled to finish the rest of his sentence. Chris felt a bit light-headed as he sat on Leon's lap, and he felt as if he could slip off anytime. Somehow, he remained his posture and Leon's eyes seem to be getting bigger and bigger the longer they stared.

Chris licked his lips nervously and tried to continue. "Would really...m-make..."

Leon calmed down, and complete concern filled his eyes. "Chris?"

It finally came. A single, lonely tear fell from Chris' left eye.

Leon blinked. He could feel his own eyes start to water. "Chris..."

The grip on the gun loosened, and Chris moved his hand and allowed the gun to fall to the wooden floor. Chris took Leon's face in with both of his hands and drew in close. Their noses touched at the tips. "I can't do this. I love you too much..."

Leon smiled and their lips crashed together in a heat of passion and realization. Their tongues clashed and fought in an angry fashion, sending spit dripping from the corner's of their mouths. Chris grinded a bit on Leon, sending his mind buzzing. Chris grabbed a handful of Leon's dyed hair and yanked, while his lips still devoured the smaller man. A hand slipped underneath Leon's shirt and pinched a perked nipple, causing Leon to moan and shuffle a bit in his seat. Chris caught a hold of Leon's tongue and sucked greedily, Leon moaning as Chris violently sucked his tongue dry. Leon was not too unhappy about being tied to the chair; restraining his limbs increased his arousal in sexual situations.

After a few more seconds, Chris and Leon parted, still connected by a long string of saliva. They both smirked. They knew what was coming, and they both accepted it. They both knew that it was needed.

Chris clamped his mouth over the side of Leon's neck and sucked. While he pleasured Leon and enjoyed the moans Leon gave, Chris began to untie Leon's wrists. The rope loosened and fell onto the floor, and Chris reluctantly took his mouth off of Leon's neck. Chris got off of Leon and stooped down to his feet. He eagerly loosened the rope from his ankles, and once the rope was loose enough, Leon kicked the rope off to the side. As soon as Leon was free, he hopped onto Chris, wrapping his arms around Chris' neck and his legs around Chris' waist. Their lips met once again, this time softer than before. Leon grazed his fingers through Chris' soft hair and he closed his eyes as the larger man's tongue began to massage his mouth. This time, Leon felt safe closing his eyes.

Chris placed his hands on Leon's bottom and began to walk towards his bed. With another kiss, Chris dropped Leon down onto the soft fabric of the bed. Leon reached down and pulled his shirt over his head and he threw it at Chris. The larger man caught it his shirt, gave Leon a seductive look, and let the shirt slip from his hand.

Leon smirked. "Get your sexy ass over here."

"Yes, sir." Chris said.

Chris placed one knee on the bed and crawled towards his lover. Chris traced his tongue over Leon's lips and slid his hands up his chest. Leon winced at the temperature of his hands, and a pleasurable sound escape his mouth and Chris' fingers flicked and toyed with his erect nipples. Chris slipped his eager tongue in Leon's mouth, hoping for Leon to take advatange and suck it. Leon oblidged, and he wrapped his lips around Chris' tongue and sucked it with as much eagerness as Chris himself had. Their pulsating groins brushed against eachother, sending pleasuring sensations soaring through their bodies. Chris pulled his tongue from Leon's mouth and placed it on one of Leon's pink nipples. Leon sucked in air and closed his eyes, throwing his head back onto the pillow and giving himself completely to Chris. The feelings of Chris' warm, moist mouth distracted Leon enough for Chris to slip his hands down to Leon's belt buckle and undo it. Chris slipped the belt off with ease, and it was not until the belt hit the floor with a hard 'clank' did Leon realize that he was going for his pants.

Chris waisted no time and pulled his pants and down and completely off of his legs. Foreplay was not really on Chris' list, so he proceeded to pull of Leon's boxers as well. Leon shivered when a gust of cold air brushed against his legs and up towards his genitals, and Chris leaned back a bit to capture a savoring look at Leon's pale, naked body. He gazed every part of Leon; the abs, the thighs, the scars. His penis got the most attention because it stuck out the most(No pun intended. :3). His penis was fully erect, and Chris caught a small pint of pre-cum dripping from the tip and down a side of the head. Chris took his index finger, scooped the pre-cum off of Leon's penis, and directed his eyes completely on Leon before sucked the pre-cum off of his finger. Even after he the pre-cum was gone, Chris kept the finger in his mouth and and gave Leon the most lustful look possible.

"Sweet." Chris said in a childish voice.

Leon opened his mouth for a laugh, but a yelp of shock and pleasure emerged instead, as Chris wrapped his mouth around the head of Leon's cock. He pushed Leon's penis deeper into his mouth and proceeded to suck him off. Sound did not nessecarily come out of Leon's mouth, but it was open regardless. His pale fingers took a hold of the bed sheets and he looked down at Chris' bobbing head. Chris' eyes were closed, and it made him vulnerable. Leon smiled and ran a hand through Chris' hair. Chris opened his eyes at the feeling of Leon's hand through his hair and flashed him a look. Leon's smile turned into a grin, and Chris closed his eyes and went back to the task at hand. Leon grazed his lover's hair one last time and laid back to enjoy the beautiful sensations coming from his groin.

God, Leon loved this man.


A wounded, terrified young man shuffled through the trees and bushes that had become the majority of the forests. Her pasty white skin was damaged and colored with fresh blood, dripping onto the covered bundle that she carried in her hands. She was repeatedly smacked and attacked by hanging branches, and she was on alert from wild animals. The only animals she had encountered where small creatures that had ran over her feet, scaring her half to death. Despite how scared she was, she held onto the bundle for dear life. She held it close to her chest, at times crushing it between her breasts. Her legs were weak and her vision was becoming blurred the more she walked. Her gentials itched from the lack of hygenie that she had to suffer through; her hair was sticky and matted with blood stains on the strands; she could have sword that she had broken some of her fingers.

Suddenly, the bloody woman noticed a significant light up ahead beyond the trees. The woman had hoped that it was civilization, and she picked up her pace despite the pain it caused on her legs. With all of her might, she held onto the bundle and kept it close to her chest as she ventured further into the woods and closer to the light.


"FUCK! YES!" Leon shouted as Chris' penis continuously struck his prostate. He gripped onto the pillows asseveral waves of pleasure sky rocketed through his body. Their bodies prespired and the bed sheets hugged their legs as they continued to move rapidly. Chris grunted and squeezed Leon's hips as he pounded into him hard. Chris bit down hard on his bottom lip when he felt his climax closing in. He sped up the pace of his humping and he leaned down to Leon's ear, tugging his hair to bring him closer.

"I think..I'm a-about to...ugh!" Chris yelled and his body tensed. His nails clawed into the skin of Leon's pale hips, and he released himself as his lover screamed out in pure ectasy.

Chris pulled out of Leon and turned him around. He planted a sloppy and tired kiss on Leon's lips, their tongues flipping and licked all over the place. Leon chuckled and brought Chris down onto him, grabbing the covers and spreading them over them both. Their chests lifted and lowered together and they could feel eachother's breath as they inhaled and exhaled. Their hair itched from the sweat of their bodies and the heat of the room. Chris' groin and Leon's bottom ached from the constant pounding, but they loved every once of pain.

Chris genuinely smiled at Leon. "So, you still wanna kill me?" he asked.

Leon smirked. "I should, after all that pounding you did." he answered.

Chris laughed and pecked his lips.

"By the way," Leon looked around the room. "How come you never told me about this log house?"

Chris shrugged. "It's just a cozy little getaway home of mine. Now, it's our cozy little getaway home."

Chris was going to kiss his lover once more, but was interrupted by a loud banging. Chris and Leon both stared at eachother in confusion and they listened to more banging comense.

"What the hell?" Chris muttered, reluctantly leaving the bed. He grabbed his boxers and quickly pulled them on. He bent down and grabbed the Beretta 92 from off the floor, and hurried out of the bedroom. Chris then walked into the living room, his index finger tracing over the trigger as he walked closer to the front door. There was more banging, and Chris placed his pistol behind him and he opened the door.

"Wha-"

"PLEASE! Help me please!" the bloody woman screamed as she held out the bundle to Chris. "Take...take...h-..."

Chris stood there shocked. The woman looked incredibly deranged and deadly. Blood dripped off her skin and onto the floor of the log house, and her hands shook as she held out the bundle. She could barely talk. Who was she to earn Chris' hospitality?

'She's a person in need.' Chris thought.

Chris reached out his hands to grab the bundle, his gun still wrapped in one hand. The woman screamed at the sight of it pistol and nearly fell back, until Chris reached out and grabbed her, the blood squishing onto his hand. Chris hurried and grabbed the small bundle from her hands. It was heavier than he expected.

The bundle started to coo. Chris' eyes widened and he opened the blanket. His brown eyes met the bright blue eyes of a baby, who stared back at him with total curiousity. The baby's eyes were deep like the ocean, more beautiful than the clear, blue sky. His skin was pasty white and it looked surprisigly untouched and untainted, despite the horrific condition of the woman.

Suddenly, Chris heard a loud crash to the floor. Chris jumped back and stared down at the bloody woman. She quickly knelt down and shook her, the baby still secure in one arm. He grunted and checked her pulse, and bit down hard on his lip when he could not feel one. Chris slowly stood, carefully positioning the baby so both arms could support him.

As Chris stared down at the dead woman, the ocean-eyed baby slowly started to weep.

End of Chapter 8


How did you like that? Suspenseful ending. *makes cheesy ghost noises*

Just a few notes. If you didn't know, the David King that Kevin is talking about is in Resident Evil:Outbreak. I needed to throw more Resident Evil characters in this story. :3

I hope you all enjoyed this chapter, and the next chapter shall be up soon. Please review! Thank you all very much. Much love to you all!