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This is going to be a ChrisxWesker and ChrisxPiers. There are a lot of themes in this fic, and I don't mean to offend anyone. Please have an open mind when reading, and enjoy. ;3( 2.T-Phobos Virus 4.G-Virus 5.C-virus 6.T-Virus Plagas 9.J'avo*Zombies*BOWS)

It's the smell of food being cooked that has Chris stir from his slumber. He doesn't remember falling asleep, much less ever smelling the nice sweat smell of food being prepared from his bedroom. If anything his room is far from the kitchen, almost at the outskirts of the mansion. But Chris was just glad he had a place inside the mansion to lay his head, unlike other J'avo's.

His head is pounding, as he tries to get up. He knows he needs to get up, he has no idea where he is. Where he is laying on feeling unfamiliar. It's not as soft as Wesker's bed, but not as hard as his bed. Before he can even open his eyes, Chris hears fast footsteps rush away. There is a faint sound, a thud, whatever that is running away, hitting something.

Blue brown eyes finally flutter open, his body aching as he tries to shift. Saying he feels like a truck ran him over is an understatement. Everything hurts and feels heavy. His head is dizzy, and trying to focus is taking more time than Chris can feel comfortable with. But despite all the factors against him opening his eyes, Chris is finally able to open them.

He immediately does not recognize the place he is in. It looks like an apartment, nothing special standing out. There is a tv across from him, resting on a small stand that has a few books underneath it. There is a glass cabinet next to it, propped by the corner with a few useless figurines and family pictures.

With a slight groan, Chris pushes his body until he is sitting even when his world spins for a few seconds. He has to clutch his head until he is able to keep his balance and not fall off the couch he is laying on.

It's the sound of a dull thud that has Chris look from his left to the small stand a few feet away. "The hell?" Chris mumbles under his breath when he sees a vase that has brown hair. When the brown hair vase moves Chris flinches away, now noticing that the brown vase is actually someone's head. If it weren't for her green eyes, Chris would of thought it was a moving vase.

"Hey." Chris says with a frown and a furrow of his brow, his voice coming out a little huskier than he wanted from the lack of us and water. He just hopes that doesn't make the young girl run away from him.

The girl flinches, hiding even more, making Chris grimace for scaring her. He didn't mean to come out so hostile towards the young girl. He just wants to know where he is so he can leave. The last thing he wants is to cause a young girl trouble. His brain still feels like it's all over the place, and he has no idea what to think- his memories currently fogged by a large white blanket he can't seem to clear.

"Hey, come out from back there." Chris tries a little more gently despite his voice still sounding like he swallowed a frog and is now croaking like one. The J'avo shift on the couch, the sheet over his body draping fully onto his lap as he tries to get a good look at the young girl still trying to hide from him.

"Glad to see you're awake."

The unexpected voice from behind him has Chris jump and turn around quickly, as he stumbles out of the couch and is on his feet unsteadily. Chris instantly regrets the movement, his body feeling like he got bit by a venomous snake and his limbs are now suffering from it's side effects.

Blue brown eyes land on a young man, light brown hair combed, with honey color hazel eyes. Despite the young man being handsome, Chris' heart is thundering in his chest, not expecting someone else to have been here.

"Calm down." The man urges, one hand in front of him as if trying to calm an angry animal, and the other with a bowl, in which Chris can assume it's soup from the smell of it. With the heavenly scent Chris can feel how hungry he is, his stomach growling noisily and making his cheeks flush red. If he could get rid of his organ that very second he would have, especially when he sees a small smile take the young man's plump lips- as if he knows something Chris does not. "Hungry?" He asks, while lifting the bowl up so Chris could see.

"Who are you?" Chris asks instead, not trusting the man, though his eyes does not leave the bowl.

"Piers, Piers Nivans." Hazel eyes land on the the young girl slowly standing up and moving so she's next to Piers. "And this is Rebecca, my neighbor."

Chris doesn't say anything as he watches the two. The young girl, Rebecca, has short brown hair, with green bright eyes. She's short, her features small, and young. Most of all she looks scared… of him. Because of that, Chris let's his tense muscles relax as he allows his arms to drop to his side.

Piers moves, Rebecca following his steps as he walks towards the table and places the bowl there, his eyes on Chris the entire time. Chris can see that Piers does not trust him, but that's fine, because he does not trust him either. It's better that way.

"What's your name?" Piers asks.

"Chris." Unlike Piers, Chris does not give him his last name, but that seems to be enough of an answer for Piers because he nods. But maybe that's because that's not important. Chris is waiting for the other question that always follows.

What virus do you carry. Hell, sometimes names aren't even asked. Just the virus alone can say everything about someone.

There is a heavy silence in the air before Piers is moving and showing Chris the table. Though Chris has a feeling only he can feel the heavy silence. Piers and Rebeca, though on edge, seem much more calmer than how he feels.

"This is for you. You must be hungry." Piers states.

"I'm fine. I have to go." Chris says instead, his eyes going around the small apartment to find an exit. To his right he sees a door that could lead him out of here.

But will Piers allow him to go? Does Piers know he is a J'avo. He hasn't asked him for his virus, so that means he must know. Shit. That only means the police are on their way here to take him away.

"I have to go!" Chris says once again, making his way towards the door.

But that proves harder than said when pain shoots up his stomach and chest making him double over in pain and use the couch as a means to hold his body from falling completely onto the floor. The pain he had when he stood up is nothing compared to this. His insides feels like they are burning and being twisted. And his chest feels small and tight, making it painful to breath.

"You ok?" A high pitched voice yelps, not deep enough to be Piers'.

Chris' eyes are shut tight, but from how close the voice sounds he can tell Rebecca is right next to him, and most likely Piers as well.

"You shouldn't be moving." Rebecca says in a concerned but stern voice, using her hands to try and guide Chris towards the couch so he can sit. "You need to take it easy. Those injuries are bad." She says with a small frown on her lips and a determined look in her eyes.

"Listen to Rebecca. She is a nurse, and knows what she's talking about." Piers adds, looking at the two from a few feet away once Chris sits.

Rebecca presses the back of her hand against the J'avo neck for a few seconds before she nods in approval.

Piers moves away from Chris' line of vision, as Rebecca commands him to stay still and rest. She tells him it's too early for him to be moving, and he should rest before trying to move again.

Within a few seconds Piers appears with the hot bowl of soup, Rebecca giving Piers enough space to give it to Chris when he asks her for some space.

"Thanks." Chris says when he has the bowl in his hands, the warm soup doing wonderers to his cold hands.

"Sure. No problem." Piers says. "So…" Piers pauses for a second before he continues. "C-virus." he says while outstretching his hand and giving Chris' hand a shake.

Rebecca looks up at Piers before looking back at Chris. "T-virus." She answers with a smile, the words leaving her lips easily.

Chris nods at Piers before he nods at Rebecca. He can feel both their eyes on him, expecting him to say what virus he is. But how could he say he is a J'avo? They can get in trouble for taking him in and feeding him. Especially if Wesker finds out.

If lucky enough the J'avo's master would be grateful to find their 'property' well taken care of, but if not, he might get angry at whoever found their J'avo and took care of their 'property'. If Wesker finds out he was found by these two, he has no idea how he will react.

If he does tell Piers he is a J'avo, then Piers will no doubt call the police since he does not have the pass Wesker is supposed to give him when he goes into town without him or anyone in higher rank assigns to go with him.

Piers is looking at him intently and that reminds Chris he needs to answer. But he is torn between saying the truth or lying. The truth will lead to a bad outcome. But if he is able to lie, say he is anything but a J'avo, then he can walk out that door without being held back. They wouldn't be able to hold him back.

Chris opens his mouth to answer, but Piers cuts him off.

"It's fine if you don't want to say."

That has Chris' eyes widen as his head snaps up to look at Piers. With that knowledge being such an important factor, Chris never thought Piers would just let it go easily.

"Really?"

Piers shrugs. "Yeah." Piers looks over Chris, a small smile coming over his lips. He quickly concludes that Chris' virus is high, seeing that he has no distinguishing marks that would lead Piers to believe he is a J'avo, or Uroboros. Though by his changing eye color, Piers can only guess he is a Prototype and is trying to hide it. For what reason, Piers does not know.

Chris lowers his gaze, "Thanks." he says before he takes his first spoonful of soup. It's warm, but more than that, it taste wonderful. The J'avo does not know if it's the hunger, but he can taste all the rich flavors and ingredients in the soup. It's divine.

If Chris had some kind of self control before he started eating, it's all gone down as he inhales the food. Now that it's under his nose, he can truly feel how hungry he is.

"Someone likes your cooking." Rebecca says with a small smile.

Piers nods. "Yeah." He agrees.

Once Chris is finish, Piers hands his hand out to pick up the plate, in which Chris hands it over to him.

"How-" Chris furrows his brow before he starts again. "Where did you find me? And why did you help me?"

"I found you while I was working. At the back of the building. You were passed out, and I couldn't just leave you there." Piers explains, while making his way towards the kitchen. "I called Rebecca over to help treat your wounds. How did you get those?" Piers asks his own question this time.

Chris doesn't says anything at first, his head running a million miles an hour, but coming up with no answer. That's when he remembers. Wesker. The beating, and the experimentation. He vaguely remembers Jake, but his head is still light and that white fug does not seem to want to leave his head.

"I was… I was beat up." Chris settles on, not wanting to go into details about something he does not want to recall.

Piers makes a sound at the back of his throat.

Jake feels his back painfully collide with the wall behind him. His teeth clenched, his jaw aching from how hard he is biting down, but he refuses to let the person in front of him get the sick pleasure of hearing him yelp in pain. It's take more energy to prevent himself- and it might be a little stupid, but he just can't. Not now.

Blue eyes open slowly from being screwed so tightly, his eyes landing on the blonde man. Wesker. He's angry, of course he is. He has more feelings towards that disgusting J'avo than what he has towards him, his so- Right, he's not Wesker's son. The man said it himself.

"I won't say it again, Jake. What did you do with Chris?"

Jake shakes his head, holding on to his stubborn nature. "Nothing. I told you what I knew. Look for answers somewhere else." He can see that Wesker is angry, and maybe provoking him, not that he's really doing that, is not the right thing, but it hurts. Knowing that he's been lied to for so many years without a hint of what was true- it hurts. They are all liars, he can't trust them. No more, not after this lie.

It all makes sense now, why he never fit in, the odd one out. How can he do the same when his father's blood does not flow through his veins? He can't put this behind him, and he's not sure if he would ever be able to. This man, he thought was his father is really a monster. It hurts, and he doesn't know what to do. Not when all he wants is to scream at the top of his lungs and curl under his sheets to never face Wesker again.

Wesker growls, seeing that bashing Jake to a pulp will do little to nothing, so he decides to leave him be for now. "Leave." He says angrily.

Jake watches Wesker leave instead, slamming the door behind him. The redhead can't help but slide down and curl into himself on the floor, his breath hitched as he tries to breath, but it's difficult when he feels like there is a tight grip in his chest.

"Just let it go, Jake." The redhead says to himself, "Just let it go…" Just let Wesker win, don't… "Just let it go." Jake says under his breath, the overwhelming frustration filling his being like rising water with no room to escape. The water is rising above his neck, and he feels like he's drowning.

"Why didn't anyone tell me? Were they ever going to?" Jake lowers his head, his eyes opening, but unfocused, as he tries to piece together any hints that would have told him he was not Wesker's son. That maybe he was the one who was too stupid to not notice. The cold indifference from Wesker… maybe that's the biggest clue. Why care if he's not his blood? He knows he shouldn't feel this way, but he can't stop himself. He guesses not everything is black and white. It's unfair...

"Yeah, it all makes sense now. And I don't belong here."

A/N: Another Chapter! I hope this one wasn't too long a wait! hehe ^^ Don't forget to drop a review. And thanks for reading. Until next time. :3