Chapter three! Rating has been chaged because of language (on Wesker's part) Finaly a little action in here hopefully I can write more soon.
Chris: Get me away from this psychotic freak!!!!
Wesker: Come now, I'm not going to hurt you! (Holding needle with T-Virus in it behind his back)
Me: OO Really gotta tear those two away from eachother.
On with the story!!
Chris was unconscious all through the night. He tossed in his sleep, his nightmares haunting him. Whatever was happening in the real world meant nothing to him in his state. Nothing did happen anyway except that Claire and Steve had passed by the exact location Chris and Wesker where. If they would have seen the switch on the back of the column....
But they didn't.
Instead they ran by, Claire thinking about Chris and getting a funny feeling when she passed that suspicious looking wall.
When Chris did wake up it was to the sound of gunfire. He reached for his gun in a panic, thinking someone was firing at him.
When he didn't find the gun he remembered he was naked, severely weakened and without a weapon.
He turned his head to see Wesker firing his rifle through the door. Chris sat up, urging himself to look through the door. He wanted to see but whatever it was was too far away for him to see on that angle.
"Hey, what's goin' on?" Asked Chris. Wesker stopped firing to re-load his rifle. The bullets slipped out of his hands in his rush to get them in the gun.
"Fuck! Chris, shut up!" Wesker fumbled with the bullets. He looked out the door and bit back another curse.
Setting the bullets in he pulled the trigger at the creature. Nothing happened.
"Dammit! It's jammed!" Chris turned to the table next to the bed. His magnum was there, with only one bullet.
"Here, take my magnum. It's only got one bullet though." Wesker practically ripped the gun out of Chris' hand as he took it. He aimed at whatever it was but waited to shoot. During that time, Chris took the rifle and tampered with it. He removed the bullets and reloaded the gun. Sure hope it's not jammed anymore. Prayed Chris. He heard a loud bang as the magnum was fired.
"Is it dead?" Asked Chris. Wesker shook his head.
"Out of ammo too..." Chris tapped Wesker's arm and pointed to the rifle. He wrapped his hand around it and brought it to his chest. In a split second he fired another shot at the creature. It made a screaming/moaning noise.
Chris watched in slight horror as a thick tentacle shot through the door.
"Look out!" Chris yelled. His last word left his mouth as the limb flew through the air and pierced through Wesker's shoulder, pinning him to the wall and disabling his gun arm.
"Fuck! God damn son of a bitch I'm going to kill you!" Wesker aimed for the creature. His arms where so shaky he couldn't get a clear shot. Chris pulled himself to the end of the bed and managed to see the thing that the tentacle belonged too. It was a white man-looking creature. It wore something that looked like a skirt around it's waist, reaching to it's feet. It's eyes were covered with a brown strap and blood was coming from under it. Tentacles where sticking out of it's back, one of which was pinning Wesker to the wall.
Chris took the rifle and brought it to his eye. Closing one he aimed with the other, planing to shoot the thing in the head.
"No, go.. go for the hole in it's... chest." Chris aimed down just as a second tentacle shot through the door. He fired his only shot.
The tentacle careened through the air, grazing Chris' face. It fell limp to the ground along with it's owner.
Chris lowered the rifle slowly, not sure if he should trust that the creature was dead. He saw zombies get up after a beating before, why couldn't that thing?
It wasn't getting up. Blood was pooling around it as was the case with Wesker, except his blood was pooling around the wound, making his black shirt turn even darker.
"Hey, you alright?" Asked Chris, almost biting his tongue off for even asking such a stupid question.
"Does it l-look like I'm alright?! Just p-pull this fucking thing ou-out of me!" Chris did his best to pull, but it wasn't budging.
"Give me a hand, will ya?" Chris yanked on the tentacle again, again doing nothing. Wesker gripped the tentacle tightly and together they pulled. The tentacle inched it's way out slowly, bringing more blood from the wound. Each inch brought more pain and Wesker threw his head back and moaned loudly. He hated pain, absolutely despised it. After a few agonizing seconds it was removed and Wesker slumped against the wall.
Chris wanted to say something to Wesker, to thank him for helping him or apologize for being so mean. But he still felt animosity for the traitor and thought that if he did a little more he could probably thank him halfheartedly. What Wesker said next surprised Chris greatly.
"Thanks." Wesker turned to Chris to see the shocked expression on Chris' face.
"For what?" Inquired Chris. He knew it was for something he had done in the past five minutes, but he couldn't quite put his finger on just what it was.
"Fixing the gun, letting me use your gun, removing this overgrown vine. Need I say more?"
"You're welcome... I guess." Chris felt slightly braver and was considering talking to Wesker to find out more about him, who he was, where he came from, even learn stuff about the betrayal of S.T.A.R.S.
"I still hate you. Don't think this means we're friends. I'm still going to kill you when the time comes." Wesker stood and flicked open the med kit. He removed a bottle of healing spray and poped open the cap. He removed his jacket and shirt, being careful not to further open the wound or aggravate it. He closed his eyes and sprayed the wound with the healing spray. Immediately the blood stopped gushing out and the wound closed. He tried for the back but couldn't reach it.
"Here, let me." Chris motioned for his back. Wesker reluctantly passed the bottle to Chris and sat on the edge of the bed. Chris applied pressure to the cap and the spray filled the wound, having the same effects as it did for the front.
What Wesker said finally sank in. Chris dropped the spray on the floor causing it to make a loud clattering sound. When Chris' eyes searched for Wesker he was already at the door, closing it and locking it.
He strode back to the bed, examining Chris as he walked. The younger man looked horrible to say the least. Those piranhas had ravaged his body pretty badly. It would take an enormous amount of healing spray to heal all of that.
It wasn't going to be hard, considering he had an enormous amount of healing spray stashed in that very room.
Chris watched Wesker intently as the blond stood next to the bed, eyeing Chris. Chris couldn't see his eyes, but he could tell they were focused on him. He felt his face become hot under the gaze, his cheeks turning slightly red.
"How're you feeling?" Asked Wesker, determined to know how much healing Chris' body had done.
"Better, I think. Why? You planning to hurt me to make it worse?" Chris was convinced that Wesker had brought him here to kill him. All he could think about was how to make Wesker angry.
"No, not yet. I want to kill you myself, without the interference of others. I'm trying to quicken your recovery." Wesker picked up the bottle of healing spray to show he was telling the truth.
"My side hurts. So do my legs. Is that what you wanted to hear?" Chris knitted his eyebrows together angrily. Stop asking me questions, you're no fucking doctor!
"Better than telling me nothing, now is it?" Wesker sat on the bed and sprayed the indicated wounds quickly. Chris was amazed at how the pain vanished and the wounds disappeared without leaving a scar.
"Thanks." Chris managed to say despite his animosity towards the traitor. He watched once more as he walked towards the door to leave.
"Hey, where you goin'?" Asked Chris curiously. Every time something ended Wesker would leave.
"Outside." Chris was getting no where quickly.
"Can you do me a favor?"
"Depends what it is."
"Tell Claire I'm ok, if you see her." Wesker nodded and left. Chris fell back on the bed. The day he could leave this room wasn't coming fast enough for him. He wanted to be able to look up and see something besides a grey ceiling and a fan spinning slowly.
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