Uroboros: Resident Evil V

Chapter Forty Six: A Fair Fight

Pushing against the missile with all his strength, the thing must've been stuck or something because it just wouldn't move, and Chris needed to get it into the lava before Wesker found a way across. Unfortunately, the blond man used the slowly sinking plane as a bridge, climbing up onto the wing, and then casually walking across the body in order to jump down right near the Agent, forcing him to back away from his task. Something was different, though… Wesker's eyes were no longer glowing at all, and… and he hadn't used any enhanced speed to get across the plane.

"This must feel like quite the win for you." The blond man said, his fists shaking as he tried to not lose his temper. "You've exposed the activities of Tricell and their ties to Umbrella, you've contained a major Plagas outbreak… and once again you've ruined everything I was trying to do."

"Oh, don't worry, I'm not done yet." Chris replied, balling up his own fists. "See… I'm willing to bet that the overdose worked, and you've lost your powers… or else you would just be strangling me right now, right? And if that's true… then what's stopping me from tossing your ass into that lava right there?"

Wesker raised an eyebrow to this threat, but then started to laugh, his anger seeming to fade away while explaining that this wasn't the first time he had overdosed. There had been some trial and error back in 1998, since it was a prototype virus, and this exact same thing happened to him, but not to worry… because it eventually stabilized. Maybe three or four extra shots would have done something permanent, but in about an hour his powers would return and he would be good as new.

"An hour?" The Agent scoffed. "You think you're still going to be alive an hour from now?"

"Yes, and quite longer." The blond man chuckled. "Or did you forget how badly I beat you at the Spencer Estate? I don't seem to remember having any powers then."

It was true, back when Wesker's true colors had been revealed, Chris, Jill, and Rebecca Chambers all tried to fight him off, but the blond man had just been too much for them. If it wasn't for the timely arrival of Barry Burton, all three of them would have been dead, but this wasn't 1998 anymore… this was 2010, and the Agent was a far better fighter now than he had been back at the RPD. Not giving his enemy the chance to get ready, Chris rushed forward and punched him in the jaw, feeling a rush of satisfaction when Wesker groaned as he stumbled backwards.

Not giving him a second to recover, the Agent continued the attack, throwing another punch, but then gasping when the blond man avoided it while catching his arm, and then hip slinging him onto the ground. Wesker went to punch him while he was down, but Chris brought up his leg and kicked him in the mouth, giving him the time he needed to get back up. Attacking immediately as soon as he was on his feet, the Agent was intent on knocking his enemy's teeth out, but the blond man avoided this hit by spinning around and then kicking him right in the stomach.

His enemy tried to grab him in a headlock while he was bent forward, but Chris slugged him in the ribs, allowing the Agent to free himself long enough to grab Wesker by the front of the shirt and head butt him, before pulling his leg back, and slamming his knee into the blond man's stomach. They both stumbled as a result of Chris trying to keep holding onto the shirt, but then the blond man bent down and surprised the Agent by wrapping his arms around his waist and lifting him just a couple inches off his feet, so that Chris got the wind knocked out of him when Wesker slammed him onto the ground.

Even without his powers, the blond man had always been a tough son of a bitch, and honestly the Agent was still hurting from, well… everything that had happened to him over the past several days, so it was pretty safe to say that he wasn't quite at a hundred percent. This was part of the reason why he was unable to stop Wesker from getting on top of him after the tackle, straddling Chris's chest so that the blond man's knees were pinning his arms down, and then punching him in the side of the mouth.

"Really, Chris? You fight like a nineteen year old girl." Wesker said, punching him with the other fist along while saying the accented word. "No, I take that back… it was a lot harder to get Claire down on her back than you."

Chris tried to squirm his way free, but this effort only got him two more punches in the mouth, before he was able to kick his legs up high enough to get them wrapped around the blond man's head. With enough leverage to pull his enemy over onto the side, the Agent let go with his legs, but only so that he could pick up a nearby rock and bash his enemy right in the face with it just as he was trying to get up. Wesker fell down on his back as a result of the hit, and Chris ran forward to use the rock again, but the blond man lifted his own legs up at the last second, planting both feet into the Agent's chest and using the momentum to flip him forward.

Now the pain and fatigue of everything that had been going on was really starting to catch up with him, making Chris a lot slower to get up this time, and breathing heavily while Wesker's foot came at his face. Whack! The heel of his enemy's boot caught him in the forehead just as he was getting up, making the Agent stumble sideways several steps before landing on his hands and knees, and then he received a hard kick to the rear, causing Chris's face to slide across the rocky terrain.

"Do you understand yet, Chris?" The blond man asked while the Agent crawled bit to try getting up again. "You might have destroyed my supply of Uroboros, but I can always make more, and planes are cheap these days, so I can't really lose here… especially not to a weakling like you."

Picking up another rock that was within reach, Chris got to his feet while turning around to hit him with it, but Wesker grabbed his wrist and pulled the rock from his hand, before swinging his own arm around and striking the Agent in the stomach with it. Gasping for breath as he was sent reeling back, Chris's back came up against something smooth, causing him to bend over backwards a bit, and only then did he realize that he was leaning on the last Uroboros missile. He tried to right himself, but was stopped and forced back down when Wesker put his foot on the Agent's chest… standing over him while holding up the rock in a threatening manner.

"Pathetic… you even got a fair fight, and you still couldn't win." The blond man commented. "This is why all the worthless chaff like you will be swept away, leaving only those of superior stock to forge ahead in a…

"Jesus Christ… will you just… shut up?!" Chris interrupted in between labored breaths. "If you're gonna… kill me then… kill me but… stop with the… bullshit!"

For a moment Wesker just stood there looking down at him as if he were annoyed by the interruption, but then just shrugged before raising his arm and bringing the rock down with all his strength. There was no way for the Agent to defend himself or roll out of the way with the blond man pinning him there like that, so Chris allowed his legs to simply slide out from under him, leaving him to collapse to the ground while the rock struck the missile instead.

There must've been a lot of Uroboros material compressed into each of those missiles, because as soon as the rock made a dent in the casing, a spray of pressurized black gas shot right into the blond man's face, causing him to cough and stumble backwards while Chris crawled away from the damaged missile as fast as he could. Even with the Daylight vaccine, the Agent knew how aggressive Uroboros was, and didn't want to risk getting infected… he wasn't sure what criteria was used to decide who was worthy, but Chris had a funny feeling that he wasn't on the list.

As for Wesker, he rubbed his eyes, coughing and groaning in pain as he fell to his hands and knees as familiar looking movement could be seen underneath his skin… and then he cried out loudly when dozens of black tendrils burst out of his body. Like with Excella, and everyone else the Agent had seen who got attacked by this stuff, the blond man's whole body soon vanished underneath the swarming, squirming mass of tendrils, leaving the start of another monster like the one that he had encountered in Kijuju City's recycling center… and this was fitting.

"You got what you wanted, Wesker!" Chris yelled, still scooting farther away from the newly formed monster. "Your whole world covered with Uroboros… I hope it's everything you dreamed it would be!"

He wasn't too crazy about trying to fight off another one of those creatures, since every other time had almost resulted in his death, but at least the Agent no longer had to deal with Wesker, and now all of his comrades that the blond man betrayed could rest in… wait, what was happening? The squirming mass of tendrils had suddenly stopped moving, remaining still for several seconds, and then actually starting to reduce in size. The shape of the monster's newly formed body vanished as all the tendrils separated, revealing parts of Wesker's still intact body as the black snakes actually retracted into his skin.

More and more of the blond man's body was exposed now, revealing that the tendrils hadn't harmed him at all, and then it was over; the last of the tendrils vanished into Wesker's skin, leaving him kneeling there on the ground as if nothing had happened, and then the blond man opened his eyes… revealing that they were glowing red once again as if… as if the Uroboros monster had actually supercharged him.

"It is, actually." Wesker answered to his question. "Uroboros is exactly what I dreamed it would be, but you know what they say, Chris… one man's dream is another man's nightmare."

Laughing as he said those corny words, the blond man swung his arm sideways, causing… causing a long and intertwined mass of black tendrils to shoot out from his palm like a collapsible whip, and then smash a large boulder to pieces. There was no way that Chris was capable of facing his enemy like this, even if he hadn't been alone and unarmed, so he ran… the Agent ran for his life, moving aimlessly across the volcano while Wesker's laughter echoed behind him.