I gotta appologize.... The italics wheren't working when I uploaded the first three chapters -.-'

Anyway, now thoughs will be in italic with the ' ' things around them, just in case italic decides not to work today.

Hehehe... they're not here today. Well, Chris is playing Resident Evil CVX and Wesker is.. well... he's gaged & tied and has been shoved into the closet. Doubt we'll ever find him in there...

Thanks everyone for the nice reviews so far. (hands cookies to people who reviewed)

It was Chris' fourth day in the base and he was starting to feel like he would never get out of this hell hole.

Last night's... 'encounter' with Chris having to wash himself was, in Wesker's words, disturbingly amusing.

It had taken them a long time, a very long time to clean Chris. Chris had protested because he was worried about having to be naked in front of Wesker, but then cursed his stupidity when Wesker commented on how he was already naked, and had been naked for the past four days.

They had done a team effort while cleaning Chris of the dried blood. Chris himself had cleaned any area he was uncomfortable or scared of Wesker touching. Wesker had cleaned the places he couldn't reach, like his back for example.

So now Chris was dressed (finally, to his relief) in clothing that belonged to Wesker. They where black, loose and a bit uncomfortable for Chris. Uncomfortable because Chris was wondering what kind of Wesker germs where running rampant in the fabric.

Chris shuddered.

He stood up for the first time in days, and for the first time since his incident with the piranhas, he didn't fall.

"Yesssss!! I can finally go find Claire!!" Chris tried walking, but his legs where too weak to move much. "Guess I have to wait a little longer then... Perfect, more quality time with Wesker." For some reason, the thought of being around Wesker didn't sting as much as it used to.

Chris attacked the energy bars Wesker left on the table and inhaled them, taking in half the wrappers in the process.

Just at that moments Wesker came in. And this time he wasn't alone.

Chris almost cried out in joy.

"C-Claire!" Chris wanted to jump and hug her, but he couldn't walk. He didn't need to move, Claire slammed herself onto Chris, sending them both onto the beg, hugging.

"Chris! You came! Wesker told me you were ok, but I had to come and see for myself." Chris could barely hold back tears from spilling from his eyes. He caught a deathly stare from Wesker but didn't slack his grip on his little sister. All that mattered now was Claire in his arms.

"I gave you your minute Claire, go back to finding your little friend now." Chris' eyes narrowed.

"You're not serious, one fucking minute?" Claire nodded. Chris felt anger well up in him. He wanted to beat the shit out of Wesker, but knew it was useless. Wesker was stronger than Chris, and to him untouchable.

"We had an agreement. I could see you and in return I would help him catch Alexia." Chris nodded his acknowledgment. Claire stood and headed for the door, only stopping to glare at Wesker. Wesker locked the door behind her. He didn't need her help yet.

Chris' eyes lifted slowly to lock with Wesker's.

"You fucking... son of a bitch!" Chris threw himself at Wesker, his fist connecting with Wesker's jaw. Chris realized Wesker had let him hit him.

Chris noticed too late Wesker's fist heading for his gut. He fully expected a repeat of the military training facility. When the attack hit it stung so badly Chris thought his insides where ripping apart. He skidded along the room and slammed into the bed, his back bending backwards from the force of the impact. The only reason the impact was so hard was because the room was so small. It was barely ten by six, just a private little panic room.

Chris cried out as he turned to stand again, finding it impossible. Hot tears where running down his face, not tears from having to let Claire leave, these tears where of pain. Pure white hot pain. His back was screaming and his gut felt like it had been taken out, tossed into a blender and placed back in.

Chris cried as Wesker picked him up carefully. Chris let out a cry of pain as his back bent forward. His face screwed up and his hands gripped Wesker's shirt fiercely. It he had anyhting to bite, let it even be metal, he would have snapped it in two between his jaws. He was in so much pain he wanted to kill something, anything, even himself.

"Wesker... finish me.... please." Pleaded Chris. He didn't care anymore about Claire or getting away from Umbrella, he just wanted this to end. He didn't care how, he was tired of this torture and Umbrella.

"You'll be ok." 'Perfect, this plan also worked perfectly. I put him in another near death situation and I'll pull him from it.' Wesker placed Chris on the bed carefully. He pulled up Chris' shirt to see the black-and-purple bruise already forming on his skin.

"It hurts so much..." Whined Chris. 'I swear getting hit by a train wouldn't hurt like this.' Chris wanted to hurt Wesker in return. He spoke the only word his mind could formulate at that moment. It wasn't an insult, it was a fact, something that he presumed Wesker was. "Tyrant."

Wesker backed away slightly in mixed shock. How did Chris figure that?

"W-what?" Asked Wesker, still not believing what he had just been called.

"I said, Tyrant. That's what you are, you're a monster, aren't you?" Chris' words sounded very angry. They expressed his mood, his pure newly-found lust for killing Wesker. Wesker also noticed the tone in which Chris had spoken, there was a tone Wesker couldn't quite put his finger on, but he didn't like it at all. Said tone made Chris sound mad, almost insane. He knew what he was doing, Chris had hit a soft-spot, a crack in Wesker's armor, and he was fully intending on exploiting it to it's fullest.

"That's it, isn't it? You're a tyrant. You're one of them, you're like those rotting mindless freaks out there. Not human at all. You live by your instinct just like the rest of 'em. And what is that instinct, Wesker, to kill me? Knowing you it probably is! You live to hurt people! You can't be human, you can't feel emotions can you? What exactly are you?" Chris finished. Judging from the blank expression on Wesker's face, Chris guessed Wesker was ready to kill him, and not to gently at that.

Moments ticked away and he didn't move. Chris just stared at him, his eyes softening just a bit. The rage and malice he had been feeling moments earlier slowly ebbed away. He was beginning to wonder if he had gone too far, if he had indeed hurt Wesker. 'Me? Hurt Wesker? Naw, can't be...' Thought Chris.

Chris moved uncomfortably on the bed. The pain in his back had subsided and was just an annoying throbbing. His gut was still on fire, but in his attempt to hurt Wesker emotionally he had forgotten about it.

Wesker reached up and removed his glasses and the other hand shot out and grabbed Chris' shirt. He pulled Chris to his face, so they were eye to eye.

"You will NEVER understand." With that Wesker dropped Chris on the bed and turned tail, heading for the door.

"Hey, don't you turn your back on me!" Chris yelled after him.

Wesker closed the door behind him. Now was his chance to get Alexia. Maybe he could forget about what just happened for the moment. Strangely enough, he had called himself a tyrant so many times before, when he said it to himself it meant nothing. When Chris had said it moments ago, Wesker felt pained. He didn't realize how much it stung to be called that by someone who had probably barely had any contact with tyrants of any kind. He couldn't see why it had hurt him so much, why he was mulling over it.

Wesker walked away, going to where he knew Alexia would be. In his absent- mindedness (very unusual for him) he forgot to lock the door.

Sorry if this chapter seemed a little senseless, it was three in the morning. I swear it's gonna get better....

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