Up until now, all chaptes have been in Chris' point of view so this one is written in Wesker's.

Chris: --glaring at Wesker--

Wesker: --glaring at Chris--

Chris:...

Wesker:...

Chris:...

Wesker:...

Chris: --sneezes--

Wesker: Ha I win!!!!

Chris: No way it was who talked first! You talked first so I win!

Wesker: I won, you sneezed. Sneezing is like talking. Hence: I win.

Chris: --glaring at Wesker--

Wesker: --glaring at Chris--

Me: --sigh-- -.-'

Wesker watched as Chris fell asleep, cuddling up into the blankets. Chris' face showed perfect peace. His hair was messy and unkept, his skin was tainted red from blood. Wesker reminded himself to bring something to wash Chris' with when he returned. He seized this opportunity and left, locking the door by key as he shut it quietly behind him.

He returned to his air jet and sat in the cockpit, fumbling through a duffle bag. He dug through the masse of energy bars, water bottles and various other nutritious items an came across his journal.

He rested his legs against the control panel comfortably and flipped through the pages until he reached a certain one. Not the last one, but it was of great importance to him. He scribbled on the paper for a few minutes before stopping to inspect his work.

Damn Chris! I'm going to tear him apart so slowly, he's going to WISH I would shoot him and get it over with!! I hate Chris so much words can't express how I feel. I'm putting my best thought plan into action. It's going to take time, but I have all the time in the world right now.

1. Set Chris up to have an 'accident' and put him in a situation where his death is certain.

2. Save Chris, this way he will be indebted to me.

3. Gain Chris' trust. Ways to attain this: Heal him form his 'accident'. Show him I 'care' (riiiiiiiight). Become his 'friend'. Save Claire from an 'accident' or situation she puts herself in. Save Chris again.

4. Put Chris into a false sense of security (everything mentioned in 3 would work for this, also note that numbers 3 and 4 could count as the same to save time.

5. Ruin Chris' life, like that I'm the only person he can trust. Ways to attain this: Make Claire unhappy (most likely by killing that Burnside kid) which will make Chris unhappy. Frame Claire to pit Chris against her. Kill Claire. Make his friends his enemies (friends: Jill, Barry, Leon, Rebecca and anyone else who would fall into this category) Be his 'pillar of strength'.

6. Betray Chris. Ways to attain this: Confess to everything. Show him this plan (Hi Chris, you enjoying this?) Rape him (most likely not, but if I feel like it, ooooooh yeah) Beat him (break bones, tear flesh, leave noticeable scars)

7. Terminate Chris' life. (Too many ways to attain this, always thinking about it anyway)

Wesker admired his handiwork. He had been planning this for so long it had become his life.

One and Two where already crossed off and he was working on number three. He smirked to himself at how much of a genius he was.

"Nothing can stop me now. How should I kill Chris? I could cut him up and let him bleed to death, or maybe I should stab him and watch the pain flood his face. That would be so nice." Wesker laughed loudly, he could talk to himself here because there was no one around to hear him.

He closed the journal and dropped it in his side pack. Remembering Chris, he took a few bottles of water with him. He figured Chris was hungry by now, it had been three days since his arrival at the base after all. Wesker grabbed energy bars, a can of pasta and more water and threw it into a pack. He removed his journal and placed it into the pack absently with the rest of the stuff. He then left the jet, closing it on his way out.

Wesker put the key into the lock and was about to turn it when he heard a moaning sound coming from his left. He turned his head to see a zombie pulling itself along the floor towards an unconscious Steve. Wesker set the pack on the ground and strode towards the zombie.

Steve lifted his head slowly, using his hand to steady himself. He leaned up and saw the undead thing leaning towards it, inches from his face. Steve screamed and put his arm up in defense. He waited for the zombie to finish him. He asked god or whatever deity was watching to forgive him for not watching over Claire, and not being there to do so.

Steve was surprised when the attack didn't come. Instead the head of the zombie was slowly crushed under someone's foot. Blood sprayed form the head and some of it landed on Steve. He stood up carefully.

"Thu-thanks." Stuttered Steve, looking at the blond. How can he be wearing sunglasses when it's so damn dark?! Thought Steve.

"Get going. There are probably more on the way." Spat Wesker. "Don't leave yourself out here in the open." Wesker saw Steve's gaze harden, like he had gone into defense mode or something.

"Sorry, geeze. Hey, what's you're name anyway?" Steve at least wanted to find out who he had to thank for saving him.

"Call me Wesker." Steve nodded.

"Not you're real name or something?" Asked Steve, fiddling with his sub machine guns. He put new clips into each gun and aimed at a tree.

"Last name. You don't need to know my first name." Wesker watched as the young man brought his guns back to their holsters. "And you're name would be...?" Wesker already knew he was Steve Burnside, he just wanted to make it seem like he didn't know him to cover up some of his tracks later on.

"Steve Burnside. Hey, have you seen a red-head girl around here? Blue jeans, red top, blue eyes?" Wesker shook his head. He knew Steve was talking about Claire and he refused to acknowledge to Steve than he knew the girl, let alone saw her.

"Sorry. You her brother?"

"Nope, just a friend. Hey well, thanks for saving my life anyway! I gotta go find Claire now, seeya!" And with that Steve ran off down the corridor.

"Bye." Wesker waited until he was out of sight to return to Chris. Nice kid, too bad I have to dispose of him, he's so spunky. Seems to have lots of energy in him. He turned the key and went inside. He stopped next to the bed and observed Chris with a raised eyebrow as the brunette snogged Wesker's rifle in his sleep. He became even more amused when the rifle went off, startling Chris out of sleep, making his eyes dart around the room nervously and his hand shoot for his gun which was not there.

"So when's the wedding?" Asked Wesker completely amused. He directed his gaze to the rifle lying next to Chris. The latter of the two blushed furiously and kicked it away. "You planning to steal my rifle?" Asked Wesker in a protective tone.

"Jeez no! What, have you screwed it already? I mean, you're dick must be pretty small to fit into it." Chris bust out laughing when Wesker's face flushed. Chris had never seen him loose his cool and it was pretty damn funny to him.

His laughter was cut short by a hand gripping his neck tightly. He made a gulping sound as he was swung and pinned to the wall, feet high off the ground. Wesker pushed with everything he had to make Chris uncomfortable.

Chris was coughing, choking. His lungs where screaming for air because he was short on breath from laughing. He tried to pry off Wesker's hand. This reminded him so much of their little encounter at the military training facility.

Chris decided not to hit Wesker this time. Instead he looked at him with a pleading/I'm sorry look on his face. Wesker got the hint and dropped Chris, still holding him by the shoulders so he wouldn't fall. So, how do I get him to trust me now? Should I apologize? Maybe that would work if I sound sincere enough...

"Chris, I'm sorry. You just... hit a nerve." Chris was taking a coughing fit. Wesker rubbed Chris' back affectionately, maybe just a bit too affectionately, because Chris was looking at him weirdly. He removed his hand quickly and let Chris down on the bed.

"I forgive you, just promise never to do that again." Chris' voice a bit raspy, naturally, from almost having his windpipe crushed.

Wesker dropped his pack on the floor and went right to helping Chris clean himself.
Isn't that just like Wesker, to figure out every way to kill Chris?

Wesker: Must kill Chris.... --Steve's sub machine guns pointed at Chris' head--

Chris: OO Help!!!

Me: --sigh-- Reviews would be nice... so I can finish before Chris dies....