Summary:
[r18g,be careful
[Wesker succeeded BE ending, B.O.W.! Chris
[Wesker is, of course, a bad guy,and there is no hope of hurting other characters in this article
[The timeline is probably around 4-5,please ignore most of the other plot directions of 5,but the plan for Uroboros still exists
[Personal pen power is limited,ooc I am sorry
[I wish you a pleasant reading
This is a translation
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A translation of Ark by UselessSaltyFish.
This is a translation from the story Ark
NOT MY WORK JUST A TRANSLATION
Yes I got promission to do this by the author UselessSaltyFish
This story is on A03
All of my stories are one A03
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Death is only the beginning, death is everything, death is true joy.
Chris is not lucky enough to hold a fake key to deceive death forever. [1]
"About the record of experimental subject Chris Redfield-A.W."
Note: This is not an official experimental record. With my memory, I don't have to keep written records about experimental phenomena, but the data records will be kept in the terminal. Anyone who reads this record may perceive that it is not helpful to you, because its essence is just my personal pastime.
Regardless of whether it is a business activity or espionage work, documents are usually time-sensitive and need to be destroyed eventually to avoid possible problems, so I don't have the habit of keeping a diary. But considering the particularity of the subject Chris Redfield, I don't think it's okay to write something as a memorial—I need some way to entertain, so as not to get too involved in work.
Redfield's attitude to me is far from submissive, but I will not give all the domestication work to the control device, it is too lack of fun.
Unsurprisingly, the first thing he did after coming out of the training tank was to rush to attack me. Hope that six anti-biological bullets are enough to calm him down for a while.
The recording of the recovery speed would be of some use.
The only annoying thing is my lab coat, which needs to be cleaned earlier than expected.
When Redfield found that he couldn't die, he became confused and desperate, and began to use everything, such as sharpened nails, to try to create fatal wounds to himself.
This is stupid.Lisa Trevor, the experimental body of the Akre Institute, has done the same thing, and he should have seen what happened to her.
All behaviors that may harm the brain are prohibited, because the implantation of the control device requires precision surgery,and it will be troublesome if it is damaged.
Other than that, I didn't interfere, and I don't mind enjoying his futile struggle for a while.
Feeding the experimental body has always been my favorite part.
The first time he fed Redfield, he showed a little sluggish and inexplicable crying(he had not shown it until eating,probably due to the flow of tissue fluid caused by disintegration), fortunately, he did not stop eating.
Previously, there were a few rare experiments with remaining reason that described human meat as "delicious". Although I can't understand it myself, their gobbling performance was very interesting.
Redfield appears too reserved or lacks vitality.Considering that he has experienced long-term starvation after his transformation, material consumption has reached a more dangerous level. If he cannot eat on his own, he needs to use coercive means.
The direction of mutation of the T virus is very stable,so he should also think that human meat is " delicious"-I'm glad I showed at least a little kindness.
When I have to let him help me clean up some of the human beings, I will completely control his consciousness, the main reason is for efficiency; the secondary reason is...Redfield is very stubborn, too extreme push will completely destroy his spirit, so his value will be greatly reduced.
He seems to have given up cold war with me, but occasionally he speaks rudely.Perhaps he found that staying silent was useless except to bring him suffering.
Of course, this is a kind of progress.Even out of a useless fantasy of trying to escape here, using his own intelligence chips to induce the intelligence of others, and using communication as a means, is also an effective strategy, and I'm glad he remembers.In fact, I did not hide anything from him, there is no need.He has no access to some laboratories, just to prevent him from foolishly causing some meaningless damage.
I don't think anyone doesn't like a good dog.
Compared to his own torture, Redfield paid more attention to the misfortunes of others.When he learned what I had done to that little cop, he almost went crazy.
It's the first time I've been B.O.W.Bite, impressive.
My assistant Hannah did not try to provide any treatment, although a polite inquiry was made.She is very rational-for me, or for her, there is no need to make a fuss about this degree of wound.The only thing that should panic is Redfield,who has caused himself trouble again.
I sometimes think about whether my punishment for Redfield is too harsh,which is a bad habit I haven't corrected since many years ago.
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Chris walked in the corridor of the facility, his footsteps heavy and slow.He received Wesker's order to go to room TR-07 to find him,which from the code name seems to be a treatment room-it is difficult to say whether he received combat standby instructions or went to such a place to make him feel more resistant.
His appearance did not change much, but his gray face made him look more gloomy.The black leather coat covered his solid body after being strengthened by the virus-I have to say that the black dress is very suitable for him, and the leather material will prevent blood from penetrating, whether from the outside or from the inside.He wore several shackles on his neck, wrists and ankles to make it easier to secure him to the operating table or the torture chair.
He took a deep breath and pressed the open door button with his right hand wearing black gloves.When Chris saw the blond-haired man sitting in a chair waiting for him, the thought of leaving the room intensified in his mind, but the sound of the door locking came from the moment he entered the room.
"Well, what do you want me to do this time, Wesker?"
He asked in obedience to his fate.
So many years later, Chris also seems to have begun to understand the benefits of smooth handling from the original froze head green.His blood-filled sense of justice was gradually haunted by a pessimism that grew in his heart. Even if he behaved strong enough, everyone who knew him could see that he was gradually being corroded by them.And now, his pessimism has deteriorated into despair,and he has finally recognized the fact that the opponent he confronts will never be defeated-not any B.O.W., but human beings themselves.He has always been reluctant to believe that the evil of human nature can be so bad, it is they that have spawned the deadly viruses that corrupt the world, they are so powerful that the good side has no chance of winning, and can only be swallowed up little by little, slowly and painfully.
He was too tired,and the resistance was too hard, but it was pointless.
If you think of the current situation as suffering in hell after death, it seems that everything can be explained, Wesker is just the devil responsible for torturing him.He did die once.And the heaviest punishment he received was not being forced to kill innocent people, endless pain, or his soul trapped in a corpse, but watching the real world he loved gradually fall apart.
Because he failed.
"You were unexpectedly not late today."
Wesker glanced at his watch.He didn't wear a white lab coat today, only a black suit, and sunglasses he was familiar with, but this made Chris's head ring loudly.
Seeing him, Wesker stood up from his chair and walked towards him.
"Maybe I don't have to explain?Take off your clothes,you won't need them for a while."
Chris attacked Wesker, whether out of panic or anger-he would do it every time, without remembering it at all.However, the fist that could break through the wall was easily taken off by Wesker.He tried to get rid of the older man's clamps, but felt a huge force pulling on his arm, turning his entire vision upside down.He fell on the floor,his back hurt like a broken one,and before he had time to scream, he was choked by Wesker's throat.
The compression of the blood vessels in the neck made Chris feel suffocated,which was actually just an illusion, an illusion that used to be a human being.The virus completely rewrote his circulatory system,and the need for oxygen was no longer so urgent.
"Don't be too rough, Chris, I haven't been out of the field in a while."
Wesker's tone was brisk,but he used the weight of his entire body to suppress Chris,and his fingers continued to tighten cruelly.He has to admit that he likes to watch Chris struggle, even if it doesn't cause very serious harm.
"Let me go...! ！ "
The compression of the trachea caused his voice to be very weak.Those damn fingers were so strong that Chris felt like an ordinary human struggling under a tyrant.
"It seems that you prefer someone else to do your work for you."
Wesker began to untie Chris ' coat on his own, and the latter shrugged after the zipper was opened, struggling even more violently.Chris didn't wear any underwear, and there was no under the same leather pants.As a piece of B.O.W.Tools,he did not need human complex clothing, just considering other researchers in the facility, he covered his body to a certain extent.This also makes his clothes especially easy to remove.
Soon, Chris ' pale, muscular body was exposed to the air, which would not make him feel cold, but the sense of shame still made him unbearable, and he tried to use his legs to get rid of it, but he could only detect that they were crushed to death by Wesker.Suddenly, the punch in the abdomen made his head buzz with pain,and he was picked up by Wesker and pressed on the operating table like a toy.
"Ahem!... Ahem--Ahem!, Ha ... ha ... you are really a monster ... Wesker..."
He gasped loudly,stared angrily at Wesker's glowing red eyes behind his sunglasses, and cursed in a hoarse voice.The older man was too lazy to answer him,and put his finger directly into Chris ' back hole, where it was completely cleaned and lubricated except for still being a little tight-every day, by Wesker or Chris himself, when the latter was conscious or lost.
Only in bed, Wesker will completely release all control over Chris,and he can handle it with a single-handed subordinate.It's just that Chris tries to resist every time to make him feel ridiculous.Redfield is not a virgin at all,and pressing the prostate accurately for ten seconds is enough to make him stand up, even hard enough to run water.
"Because you wasted my time trying to defy me,there is no foreplay stage, Chris."
Wesker untied his belt and released the sex organ that had been erect since the fight. The handsome guy resisted Chris ' shrinking hole, and, regardless of whether the expansion had not been completed, he suddenly pushed to the bottom.
"Uh--!"
Chris wailed because of the pain of the tear in the hole and the sudden split of the internal organs.He tried to breathe deeply, trying to relax himself as soon as possible to relieve the pain, but Wesker had begun pumping to make the process more difficult.Almost black blood flowed from the root of his tight thighs, and more and more flowed because of rough movements.He knew that this bastard's bullshit just now was just an excuse,and Albert Wesker was always a guy who enjoyed the pain of others.
The fact that Chris frowned was that he was not without pleasure from this painful coitus.He didn't have a particularly strong need for sex, but as a way to release stress, he would give himself some manual work.But Wesker's targeted training has made his body sensitive and eager,and he never knew B.O.W.To be able to have such an unbearable sexual desire.So much so that now, Wesker kneads and soothes his sex organs with his fingers wearing black leather gloves, which has made him shed a lot of ex-fluid.
He hates himself like this, but when the other party's fingers leave his penis, he has subconsciously replaced them with his own hands.This made Wesker chuckle,causing Chris to grin his teeth and stare at him.
Wesker admitted that watching Chris masturbate in front of him was a pleasure.Watching him full of disgust, using his gun-holding fingers to bring sensual pleasure to the body, made Wesker feel a sweet intoxication.Those hands are now covered with the same black gloves as him-Chris doesn't like his cold body temperature.Usually B.O.W.Will not be equipped with sniper guns,they are suitable for rougher, heavy firepower that can easily cause damage, in order to make full use of strong brute force.But Chris Redfield is worth it, from S.T.A.R.S.At that time, he was the best sharpshooter under his own hands,and he always was.This made Wesker proud, even if he didn't say it.
" ... why didn't I see that you liked dead people before,"
Chris muttered, and the description implied his disgust with himself ，
"Have you also raped the body in the morgue?Like Elons?"
Even if Wesker was a little annoyed by this sentence, Chris ' noise still made him miss it.In the years that his subordinates hunted him, they almost stingy to say anything else to him except cursing and yelling.But over the years, the young man who had followed him, who liked to talk nonsense and disobey orders, never seemed to have really changed.
"Bad sense of humor, Chris.Of course I don't, I have my own taste, don't compare me with that pig."
Trying to irritate Wesker can make Chris taste a little bit of revenge, but with it comes a more bitter helplessness-he has nothing to do except speak quickly.
In return, Wesker rubbed Chris ' breast meat hard.Although the two pectoral muscles became fuller and contained stronger strength under the transformation of the virus,they also became hard and inelastic,but stimulating the two points could still make Chris gasp more.Chris still has a scar left by 9mm anti-biological ammunition on his chest-a cute birthday souvenir.
Wesker never hides that he appreciates Chris's body, just as he appreciates tyrants.
The stroking gradually went down from his chest until Wesker's palm covered Chris ' navel, seemed to stop deliberately,and gently paddled in circles,which made Chris feel an ominous doubt.
Suddenly, Chris stiffened like an electric shock,and his body began to spasm non-stop.His mouth was wide open,screaming but not squeezing out of his lungs,and his eyes were full of horror-he saw the cold smile in the corner of Wesker's mouth gradually expanding.
The skin near Chris ' belly bulged with a terrible snake-like shape,and gradually spread around him.Uroboros ' tentacles drilled in from his navel,and they grew frantically like roots plunging into flesh and blood soil.The pain of being torn alive made Chris struggle,and he involuntarily wanted to escape,but was pressed in place by Wesker.
The touch of those things clinging to his internal organs made him cry.
Usually B.O.W.The direction of variation is insensitive to pain, and this bastard specially gave him a craniotomy to ensure that this didn't happen.
He felt that Wesker was playing with him like kneading a decompression toy.
"Well, you are getting tighter...is it because of the residual reflexes,or do you simply like pain?"
Wesker sounded very excited,and Chris even thought it was a bit like a knock.He especially wanted to punch this bastard,but his strength was wiped out by the agitation of his tentacles, and he could only breathe in the cool air hissing.
Wesker's right hand connected to the tentacles pressed on Chris 'abdomen, and the other hand stroked the stitched scar on Chris' scalp.
"You should be glad that I have studied part of neuroscience to be able to preserve your brain, even if it is not too smart."
His words still have that damn briskness.
Wesker even put a educational toy on the table in Chris ' room (or cell), which is a checkerboard-like slider device with eye-catching and exaggerated colors, just like the kind needed by children or people in need of intellectual exercise, as well as a board-like slider device with eye-catching and exaggerated colors.
But the most important thing right now is not to refute his words at all.Chris desperately tried to push his hand away,but the things inside his navel were getting deeper and deeper, and they tightened his intestines, and even pierced his diaphragm and penetrated into his lungs.
"mmmmmmmmmm...!"
He groaned and spat out blood,and the raised green and black blood vessels on his neck showed that he was trying to fight the pain.He tried to calm down and think about countermeasures,but he failed.This is not the first time he has dealt with these tentacles, of course, this is almost the first time he has scared him-they have many ways to enter his body, each of which will not make people want to try.
The feeling of near death gave him the illusion that the nightmare was about to end, which made him feel false comfort and joy.
When his eyes were about to turn, Wesker quickly drew his tentacles out, muttering contentedly at the same time.This made Chris scream even more humiliating.Wesker sorted out his gloves,and there was not even any damage there.If it wasn't for the blood hole in Chris ' stomach, what had just happened was almost just an illusion.
"Uh... Ahem.. Uh.. "
Chris coughed and vomited blood,and shrugged helplessly under the continuous top.
He thought to himself that the appearance of the spectator was worth talking about, although he was B.O.W.But his fixing power is better than when he was a human.
And Chris himself is not much better,what he wants to do most now is to eat Wesker raw.He has not eaten for a long time, and constant experimentation and torture are still consuming him. He had to swallow constantly to keep the secreted saliva from flowing out, and the burning pain in his stomach made everything worse.
He turned his head and vomited blood, trying to ignore the strong appetite,and touched his abdomen to check the injury.Unsurprisingly, the gloves were full of blood.The only advantage is that the wound is not large enough to let all the intestines flow out.He noticed that the healing was difficult,the internal bleeding didn't even stop completely, and he didn't know what Wesker had done again.
" ... So.. Your recent days have been very difficult...?Or is your research stuck?Ha.."
He taunted and tried to concentrate-he felt like he was about to faint,and blood spilled a lot from the blocked hole, even covering the place where they had sex.He felt that consciousness was beginning to be temporarily missing,which was a dangerous signal,and he didn't want to be awakened by an electric shock deep in his brain.Wesker warned him not to focus on the end in front of him.
This damn sadist
"On the contrary, my dear. Hannah is so talented that she even reminds me of William.After that, I will let her lead the study of derived viruses, I will also leave some leisure myself.Do Do you want me to spend more time with you, Chris?"
He didn't stop manipulating Chris.
" ... I will only go to hell,you demon!"
Ignoring his numb name, the name Hannah Chris heard it for the first time,and he recalled seeing a female researcher when he was lying unconscious on the operating table.So Wesker accepted a student?When James Marcus, one of the founders of Umbrella, was betrayed by his own students, he ended up like that, and the older man in front of him was one of them.There are no normal people in this place full of smart and despicable lunatics, and Chris is looking forward to Umbrella's"tradition"of killing teachers to continue.
Wesker ignored it, and he buried his head in Chris ' neck, sniffing greedily at the clean smell of death on him.The leather-covered fingers stroked Chris ' impressive penis again, which had been hard, and the latter clenched his teeth to prevent himself from moaning.
"Of course I am.But I still have doubts about your point of view."
The blonde man whispered in his ear,lifting one of his thighs with his other hand to expose the hole more completely,and constantly entering him hard.The change in angle made Chris feel difficult to adapt to, and Wesker seemed to be trying to open up every inch of space in his abdominal cavity, which panicked him.
Even though he was able to eat it completely, the huge foreign body sensation and the feeling of his internal organs being stretched open still made his back numb.Being arbitrarily violated makes him feel humiliated,but he can't do anything about it.
The despicable pleasure took advantage of the void, slowly penetrated,infiltrated,and then crushed him in one fell swoop.
Gradually, Chris clamped Wesker's waist uncontrollably and swallowed his sex organs hard,and he also began to swing his hips to get more stimulation.
Of course he knew how shameless he was, but it felt too good.
"Well, well ... "
He moaned softly in a trance,his teeth against Wesker's strong neck and gnawed gently, and the saliva that was too late to swallow wetted his own chin, and it was constantly applied to the skin on Wesker's neck.The latter rarely put away his cleanliness.
Chris felt that the roots of his teeth were so itchy that his desire for flesh and blood was completely mobilized by his sexuality, but he dared not really bite down, and his jaws were trembling due to his struggle to restrain.The end of the last bite on Wesker made him still afraid, and that memory intimidated him like a high-voltage line crackling with fireworks.
The controlled pain,the pain of the internal organs that have not completely healed, is like some kind of stimulating and thrilling embellishment, making his pleasure climb up even more, violently washing his dull brain.Aware of the fact that he has Stockholm Syndrome, there is no way to reduce this pleasure in the slightest.
"It looks like you like me quite a lot."
Wesker always speaks sarcastically in anachronism.His accelerated sprint and the ensuing heavy rolling of the prostate made it difficult for Chris to mobilize his busy moaning vocal cords to refute.
"Uh ah ah--!Ah ... Close..., ... mouth...! ！ "
Chris squeezed a few syllables hard from the crevices of his teeth, only to get a few taunting chuckles from the older man.Wesker maliciously pinched his two balls,squeezing out a lot of liquid in the pleasant lament.
The spasms at the root of Chris ' thigh gradually became frequent,and he moaned loudly without caring about shame.
Wesker seems to kiss him only at the end,and maybe this forever cold and cruel researcher and perfect spy will also be stunned by hormones.
Chris was in pain all over,and his abdomen was still bleeding non-stop,like a grape leaking juice,making his already pale complexion even more oozing.
He can resist, even biting that mean lip.But Wesker's kiss was clean, not as bloody as he imagined,only a faint taste of coffee--Wesker's habit of catching up with work for many years.
He remembered that that year, in a period of calm and without any tasks, S.T.A.R.S. A relaxing and lazy afternoon in the office. He was lying behind the table bored,Shaw thought about what Wesker's lips would smell like, and there was air in the S.T.A.R.S.The bitter aroma in the captain's coffee cup, as well as the slight friction between the papers caused by Wesker's inspection of recent documents and reports.
Chris has never come out of the good old days, and he will never be able to do it.
He still remembers his death.
When Wesker inserted the military dagger into his heart,when his mouth was full of blood, he fell on his back to the ground, and embarrassed trying to breathe a little more oxygen into the blood-soaked lungs, he was still human and gazed at those scarlet eyes for the last time, and he found that his only thought was that they could no longer change back to the cold and beautiful blue and regret.
Unbelievable,then he realized that he still liked,even loved, the crazy careerist, even if he had only himself in his cold heart, shamelessly chose to betray,spread tens of thousands of deaths, and even stepped on the dignity of countless lives into the soil without guilt.
Chris felt angry and desperate about himself. He understood that life in the Raccoon City Police Force was completely an ethereal and false dream,but Wesker gave him a little sincerity,and imprisoned him in that sugar-coated nightmare.
He didn't want to wake up.
So he kissed back pain,kissed back death,kissed back Albert Wesker.They hugged tightly like lovers and went to the climax together.
Wesker did a simple cleaning for Chris, who was still in a trance,and put on clothes for him to cover the dried blood on his body.
Chris thought it was over until he fainted and was pressed on the chair used for"treatment", and the shackles of his wrists clattered and fixed.He watched in disbelief as Wesker removed an infusion device from the white cabinet next to him-except for the two catheters in pairs on each side, there was a partial cache capacity in the middle, but he had not seen this structure before.
Can't there be a day off?Chris wanted to roll his eyes, which was even lower than the rights of experimental animals.
Wesker turned Chris ' sleeve up,inserted a horribly thick needle into his arm, and the dirty blood gradually filled the middle half of the cavity; then, unlike what Chris expected to be connected to unknown biochemical agents, Wesker rolled up his own sleeve, inserted the needle at the other end into his arm, and a healthy dark red flowed in from that end.
The two kinds of blood mixed in the middle area, turned into a darker red, and then rose from the transparent tube on the empty side by means of a tiny pumping device.The older man inserted another needle into Chris and his own blood vessels after the air was cleared.
He sat himself in the chair next to him, leisurely taking out the communication device to view the unprocessed information and reports.
Wesker is talking to Chris, or based on Chris B.O.W.Change blood.
Watching the mixed blood continue to inject into the body, Chris digested this fact.
"Oh my god, Wesker-you...you really make me creepy."
Their blood type is all O-type, which used to be.Chris's confused brain recalled the incident.This was supposed to be an intelligence that could be used to help each other between teammates, but I'm afraid it has already failed.His blood has become that color,will there still be blood type?Doesn't he understand why Wesker wants to inject his blood-that useless and disgusting thing-into his body, in order to balance the damn blood pressure?
In Wesker's blood, those faint but nostalgic temperatures dissipated quickly after entering Chris ' body,but the latter still felt that they warmed his body, accompanied by a slight, snake-like sense of drilling-Uroboros virus.
Chris is used to putting the virus in a syringe, and this form obviously makes him feel a little confused, Wesker thought.But he needs to suppress the activity of Uroboros injected into Chris ' body.
"Uroboros is a potent virus,if you don't have my antibodies, you will melt in tens of minutes, or up to a few hours."
It would be too stupid to do tedious centrifugation and extraction of blood, separate hematopoietic and steady-state viruses, and then mix them for injection,not to mention that there is still the problem of loss of in vitro activity.So why don't you use whole blood?Wesker didn't feel the need to explain it to Chris, even simple truths may take a long time for this stupid boy to explain.
"That sounds good."
Chris didn't forget to talk back to him.
Even if the virus and antidote are included at the same time, it does not mean that it will not cause mutation. Uroboros ' transformation of organisms is still thorough, but the process will become long under inhibition, perhaps long enough for the experimenter to adapt.Wesker has turned Chris into a monster,and he doesn't mind pushing him a little further.
Those slender and deadly snakes are drilling between Chris ' flesh and blood, constantly devouring and melting, and eventually becoming a part of him, and there will never be a way to separate.This is like a strange intimate behavior,they are experiencing a morbid,more thorough union.
Soon, Chris ' vision began to become trance,and everything around him began to blur.His consciousness seemed to be caught in a thick fog.
Chris woke up,awakened by the sound of thunder, and his mind was still not clear.He heard the echo of lightning outside the window, as well as fine and heavy rain hitting the glass window, and the dilapidated wooden window frames creaked in the wind.
The room is not safe,every room in the foreign museum is, and monsters may appear from anywhere.
The bad thing is that his condition is not very good,he seems to have been bitten, but he forgot that it was a viper or a zombie.
Fortunately, Wesker is by his side.
"I'm a little cold ... Captain Wesker."
He murmured to himself in a low voice, but his tone was dazed and scared when he was young.He didn't know what he would become, he was afraid, and he should ask Wesker to break through his brain and then burn him to prevent him from becoming those cannibalistic monsters.
But he didn't want to die, no one really had no fear in the face of death, and he wanted to ask his captain to save him--that's Wesker,S.T.A.R.S.The captain, he always has an idea, doesn't he?
But if things get worse…
"Calm down, Chris,it will be over soon."
Wesker pulled out the needle on Chris ' arm and gently rubbed his messy short brown hair appeasingly.He took off his sunglasses,and the red snake pupil looked condescending at Chris ' lax, tired eyes.
If things are really irreparable,…
Chris seemed to think of something,and his expression became anxious and flustered.He found that he couldn't move-maybe he was too weak, and he couldn't even lift his arms.But he raised his head hard and desperately, looking up in Wesker's direction, even if there was only a vague outline left in his vision.He was so urgent that he was almost incoherent, and in an almost desperate tone, he prayed to his captain ：
" ... please, Wesker...even if...even if you want to burn me, don't leave me...in the coffin..."
"I promise."
Wesker didn't think Chris would remember everything that happened during the delirium, but he still dutifully accompanied him through the scene.Hearing Wesker's promise, Chris ' stiff body relaxed,he nodded weakly,and then his head hung down heavily,completely into a coma.
Wesker opened his restraint and gently rubbed Chris ' pale cheeks with his fingers.He seemed to be very impressed with the guy who was sealed in the coffin. Think of it here, former S.T.A.R.S.The captain couldn't help but show a vicious smile.
"It seems that you are worried about loneliness.But I'm afraid you can't ride with God, but you must ride with the devil, my dear Christopher[2]."
The flood has come down[3].
Wesker picked up his subordinate from his chair and walked step by step back to the depths of the hive laboratory.
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[1]A puzzle on the second floor of Biochemical 1 Foreign Museum.(Although it doesn't need to be emphasized, I died here for the first time when I played, and I died many times in a row)
[2]Wesker has released Uroboros.
[3]The name Christopher means the patron Saint of travelers. Legend has it that St. Christopher once carried a young Christ who did not reveal his identity across the river.