Ch 9
With two of his friends dead, Chris goes off on his own to find Tyrell.
Time's up; Final encounter
Hatred burned in Chris's stormy blue eyes as he ran towards his target of assassination, killing anyone that got in his way. Behind him was a wake of dead bodies; no doubt they would become zombies if they were infected.
This was going to end NOW!
Two Hunters appeared and just like how he took out the last guards, he easily killed them by slicing off their heads. They collapsed to the floor with soft thuds, but the brunette didn't stop. His rage and grief over the loss of Leon and Sheva drove him onward. Screw his weapons; when Chris found Jackson, he would throttle before tearing off his head and feeding to the Ceberi that may be lingering around. Then, he was going to take his body and feed it to the zombies dwelling in the boiler rooms below.
"TYRELL, WHERE ARE YOU, YOU SON OF A BITCH!" he screamed.
"My, my, aren't we the angry one?" came Jackson's voice.
Chris stopped, his now black eyes shifting everywhere. His teeth were bared in a nasty snarl.
"YOU CAN'T HIDE FOREVER! COME OUT AND FACE ME!" he roared.
"Very well, then," Jackson chuckled.
Suddenly, a steel cage went up around him, enclosing and entrapping the brunette. Then, electricity of 50,000 volts coursed through him, earning that inhuman shriek from him. Then, a figure stepped from the shadows. Tyrell Jackson.
"And to think; I thought you had more smarts then this, Redfield. What I did to Krauser was nothing compared to what I'm going to do to you. By the way... you're time on land is almost up. Very soon, the virus will fully merge with your body and DNA. Then, there will be no way back!" he laughed.
Chris continued to scream as the electricity continued to zap him.
"Wes...WESKER!" he cried out.
"Your precious Albert Wesker, I'm afraid, will not be rescuing you anytime soon. You both will be mine as long as you continue to live!" Jackson said in dark triumph.
"I wouldn't bet on that." BLAM!
A gunshot ripped through Jackson's shoulder, making him stumble away from the cage. "What the...?" he gasped.
Behind him were Wesker and Sherry, the blonds looking mad as ever. Wesker held up his Samurai Edge, barrel smoking.
"I'll get you for this!" Jackson said before he fled.
"Uncle Wesker, the cage!" Sherry said.
Wesker shot the cage's wire that was attached at the roof, cutting off the electricity. Chris collapsed to his hands and knees, weakness washing over him in a wave. The blond gripped the bars with one hand and ripping them away, setting Chris free. Wesker ran to his side and helped him out.
"Chris, can you still hear me?" he asked.
Chris tried to say something, but all that came out was a weird croaking sound. But to his answer his question, he nodded.
"You screamed too much. It must've damaged your larynx. It should heal within a few hours." Then, the blond pulled him into an embrace. "... I thought he was going to kill you if I hadn't got here in time," he whispered.
'I'm alright, Wesker. I just need to recuperate. I can still fight, though,' Chris said using the connection.
"For now, just stay behind me until you do. I can follow Jackson's scent, thanks to the gunshot wound I inflicted," Wesker nodded.
Chris nodded in understanding before the trio trailed after the madman. As they did so, either more Lickers or Hunters would try and stop them. Sherry and Wesker took care of them, thanks to their viruses. Chris fired at any that tried to get back up. After an hour of walking, Wesker suddenly stopped them. He sniffed the air; something was off.
"I can't smell Jackson. He's probably covered up his— wait a minute. There's something else." He sniffed again and a nasty odor filled his nose, making him cover it. "I know that stench anywhere! He's infected with the T-Veronica virus!" he growled.
'I smell it too! Question is: how did he infect himself with it if it's already part of the M-virus?' Chris pointed out.
"He must've infected himself before synthesizing it with the other viruses to create the M-virus. He's like Alexia now when we encountered her. We better find him quickly," Wesker said.
As they ran, Chris tossed Sherry a spare Berretta, fully loaded. She nodded in thanks and quickly caught up to the boys. Suddenly, they hit the brakes quickly as they came to a room full of water with no path over it. Looking into the water, they saw a huge great white shark swimming in a slow and ominous circle.
'Great. Déjà vu,' Chris moaned, remembering Neptune, another great white shark from years ago during one of his missions.
He then looked around, and then he looked up. He saw rafters and got an idea. With an almighty jump, he grabbed onto them and swung himself up.
"Wesker, tell Sherry we can use these!" he said to Wesker.
"CHRIS, LOOK OUT BEHIND YOU!" Sherry and Wesker shouted suddenly.
Looking behind him, a black cloud of bloodthirsty bats flew at him. With one unified swoop, they dove at the blond. Chris ducked, but unfortunately and to the shock of the two, he lost his footing and fell into the tank with a scream of horror, which was cut off by a big SPLASH!
"CHRISTOPHER!" Wesker screamed.
Then, he remembered what Jackson said; this was the last time they would step on land and being in the water sped up the virus in them. Underwater, Chris fought the shark that was in there. After a few minutes of running and tricking the beast, he managed to entrap the shark in an unbreakable tunnel cage. Satisfied with his work, the brunette finally surfaced, panting. He also remembered Jackson's words and a look of sadness was etched on his face. Wesker leant over the edge and offered Chris a hand. Taking it, he was hauled out of the water and onto the edge.
A silent moment followed as Chris looked at his now permanent tail. Not only that, but his eyes were black, but not from anger. Wesker wrapped a comforting arm around the brunette and Chris leaned his head onto the blond's chest.
'... That was it. Time's up for me. Wesker, looks like you're on your own. I know you'll get Jackson,' he said.
"I won't be alone. We still have our connection. Once Jackson's dead, I'll come back for you. Sherry will stay with you until then," Wesker spoke softly.
They shared one last kiss together and both made sure it lasted. After a minute, they slowly broke apart.
"I'll be back for you. Make sure you stay in the water. Sherry, get a hold of Miss Redfield," Wesker said, handing her his cell phone.
Nodding, she took it. Chris gave Wesker one last longing look before the blond departed and Chris slid back into the water. Wesker swung to the other side, using the rafters, and landed before running through a door there.
'Good luck, Wesker,' Chris said.
"Please be careful, Uncle Wesker," Sherry added.
With Wesker, determination and anger danced in his crimson yellow eyes as he followed Jackson's scent trail. Long ago, he broke a promise to Chris; they planned to be together in the future, but all that changed when he was infected with the T-virus. His feelings for Chris began to fade along with his humanity until there was nothing left inside him.
He was a shell of his former self, taken over by the very thing he and Chris swore to destroy forever. He was so caught up in his plans that he forgot what it was like to be in love. He forgot what that even felt like. And now, with his icy cold heart thawed, he was planning to keep his promise to his precious one! Never again would he succumb to the darkness that overtook him years back! And damn it to hell he was going to keep his promise; by being at Chris's side from now on until he finally died!
Finally, Jackson's scent was very close. Coming to a door at the end of the hall, he burst through it, Samurai Edge raised. Then, he heard clapping.
"Bravo, Mister Wesker. You made it."