Kitana: Ok this is going to be it for a while, I've been denying myself any studying and I need to study (God help me! I do!!)
For the time being I hope you enjoy this and in a week or so I will have more for you to read and maybe beat that 50 mark! *lol*
Anyway enjoy, as always!
45
Chris set down the plastic explosives; he sat down by it and sighed. Everything was finally getting to him. He just wanted to drift far away and never wake, not for Claire not even for Jill, he was too tired mentally and physically to do anything.
What was eating him up inside was the fact that he was becoming more and more like…like…Wesker. That emptiness inside was spreading around his body like a cancer, choking the very humanity he had. He was sorry for treating Miriam as if she was nothing, putting ambition before life. Leon's words sank deep, although he did forgave Chris in his way the words were plaguing his mind still.
Who the hell was he? Who gave him the right to decide? No one, he knew deep down he was nothing, only a pawn in fate's game. Expendable just like the millions of others outside.
He wiped the cold sweat from his brow and released a heavy breath feeling a bit better, but not quite.
Was he turning into the monster he sought out to destroy?
Maybe, he just didn't understand any of this. Was he doing the right thing? He gazed at the armed C4 watching the glowing red of the numbers count down.
Two minutes passed and he still gazed down at it. He shifted in his spot pulling out a cigarette. He placed it in between his lips and took out Claire's lighter; it shimmered with such a beautiful warm glow under the dim light. He was in an office, he picked it because it really didn't matter were the C4 was placed because the whole structure would collapse in on it's self anywhere.
He smiled to himself and lit the cigarette inhaling in the black smoke. He picked up his magnum and checked the ammo. The empty golden shells fell aimlessly towards the cold floor making that musical sound as each shell smashed onto the lino. He rummaged in his pocket pulling out one bullet.
The last of his ammo.
He laughed and shoved it in, "Never a dull moment," he whispered to himself. He stood up rubbing his eyes and yawned.
Puffing the cigarette he threw it on the floor stamping out the red glow and walked to the door. He opened it slightly peering out from the small crack.
"Christopher!"
Chris smiled pushing the door fully away from him; it smashed the wall bouncing slightly back, "Albert."
The blonde man smirked, he leant against the wall, his eyes glowed orange, "It's been too long old friend."
Chris's arms laid by his side, he was waiting for this for too long and he was glad to see Wesker again, "Been up to no good I presume."
Wesker laughed lightly, "You know me," he said, "I love fun and games. And I bet you've been the goody boy scout as usual."
This time Chris laughed, "You know me," he copied.
Wesker pushed off the wall and walked closer; his arms were crossed over his chest. He held no weapon of any kind within his hands or on him. But Wesker never really needed a weapon, he, himself, was a tool of destruction, "I prayed to God for you to be here. I wanted to finish this off once and for all."
"Never knew you to be the religious type. I always thought that you saw yourself as a god," there was hint of mockery within his words.
Wesker stopped and simply smiled, "No one's prefect Chris you should know that."
"So you keep telling me."
"Indeed, oh by the way Claire says 'hi'"
Chris clutched the gun firmly; he pushed the anger down and held a plain expression.
"Still the same old Chris, worrying about everyone except yourself."
"Jealous?" he beamed.
Wesker frowned, he rested his arms to his side, "What? To be a pushover little prick?" his frowned faded away, "Why of course not Christopher, there's no fun in being like that."
He ignored that and concentrated on his gun, the cold metal was warming up in his hand, "What have you done?" he was referring to Claire.
"Me? Done anything? Oh Chris come now."
"What have you done?!"
Wesker wanted him to become angry, he wanted to fight with the real Chris rather than the fool that occupies his body twenty four seven. The part of you that everyone has inside that does the reckless stuff, the things that your normal mind wouldn't think of doing. And the only way to do that is to release a little anger. He gazed at Chris smiling deeply inside, it was working the young stupid man was falling deeper and deeper in his ploy.
"I am a hundred percent gentleman with any lady," he smirked, "Especially with a Redfield as beautiful and very well grown as Claire."
Chris stepped forward bringing his gun up, "Where is she?!"
Wesker shrugged, "Around maybe," that was the truth.
"WHERE IS SHE?!" yelled Chris.
Wesker stepped forward, his speed increased with each step, "It beats me Chris! Maybe her ravished body is lying somewhere within one of these offices."
He saw it in those orange eyes, he was bluffing, trying as hard as possible for Chris to slip up. Even though he was pulling his chain it was still enough to cause Chris's blood to boil.
He was in the air lunging towards Wesker. But he was nothing! Wesker simply dodged letting Chris fall into the floor.
Chris turned round, his eyes losing all humanity and it seemed a monster peeked through and smiled, "None of your powers," it sounded that some other being with talking through him as if it enjoyed to see death and pain...and blood.
Wesker simply bowed, "One on one fight. I like that," he looked up meeting Chris's eyes, he smiled, "No guns."
He dashed the magnum behind him and stood, "No weapons and no powers. Fine by me."
"And by me," the blonde man hissed.
They stood meters away simply glaring at each other; they were waiting for whomever to make their first move. The rage was still flowing through Chris's blood, boiling hot anger but he wasn't stupid enough to go against Wesker unfocused. No he waited for the former Captain of S.T.A.R.S to go first.
Wesker stood as still as possible, he could taste the fear wafting from his former pupil. Not only that, but he could sense that Chris was somehow confident and finally glad to be there where they could finish this once and for all.
This was the one thing Wesker and Chris agreed with.
"We haven't got all day Chris. I have things to do and kill," there was sheer annoyance embedded within his voice.
"Ladies first," Chris smirked. He was playing his own game and turning it around. That was one thing about Wesker; he liked to watch people squirm as they play his game rather than the other way round.
He frowned showing his true anger and hatred for the Redfield and laughed, "I should of known how you work Christopher. You were my protégé. Enough of this!" Wesker moved before even Chris could think, and he was gone. Vanished.
Something moved like a moving shadow towards him, he turned but was too late. The shadow shoved him into the wall hard. The shadow vanished and Wesker reappeared in front of him, "Oh my Chris, this is going to be bad for you," he laughed.
"Shut up," Chris gasped, "And get on with it!"
He jumped up flinging his fist into the blonde man but instead he hit air, "Stop using your powers! You promised!"
The shadow laughed, "I promised? I never promise to anything! Nothing!" A hand gripped around his neck and lifted him up, Wesker's pale fingers closed round his throat squeezing the life out of him, "Ever since you walked into that office I knew you were going to be trouble," he narrowed his eyes, "Another loser in my group, another stupid pathetic fool to teach in that dump Raccoon," he stopped and watched his old 'friend' try and struggle from his grip. He smiled, "And then the miracle I have been waiting for came in the form of that mansion, Spencer's Mansion. I was ready to send all of you to hell, but no, you! You son of a bitch had to get in my way and spoil it all!"
Blood oozed down from Chris's nose over his lips and onto Wesker's hand dripping silently onto the floor. Chris laughed, "Always happy to please."
A low growl came from Wesker's throat; he didn't liked being mocked by this idiot. He clenched his hand and swung him round and onto the floor. Chris landed head first on the floor; he blinked up at the approaching man. He knew he was losing and would die if he didn't think of something quick. He scrambled away rubbing his neck, the pain still panged. He glanced behind and saw a shiny silver object.
The magnum!
Wesker was there before he knew it; he picked up the gun and checked inside. "One bullet? Oh dear this isn't good Chris." He closed the chamber and spun it round, "Let's play another game."
Chris dragged himself up coughing slightly, he winced at Wesker and said exactly what he was thinking, "Russian roulette."
Wesker smiled, "Yes, up the stakes a bit," he placed the tip of the gun to his temple, "Even this will kill me Chris, so no need to worry about dying just yet."
Chris frowned, what did he have to lose?
Claire, maybe Jill and not to mention his life.
"Yeah it ups the stakes, but you first."
"I wouldn't have it any other way friend," Wesker glared at Chris and pull the trigger.
It clicked.
"Here," he said and threw it over to Chris.
"Why are you so sure that I won't shoot you?"
"One, you are too honourable, you rather have a clean fight than cheat. And two, well I'm a hell of a lot faster than any bullet."
Chris laughed, "Same old Albert."
"Of course, now stop stalling and do it."
He grasped the gun in between his palm and gazed at it. What was he doing? Was it his manly pride and bravado getting the better of him, or was it just that for once he wanted to prove he was better than Wesker? It didn't matter what the reason was, all that did matter was if he was going to go through with it.
He spun the barrel.
The cool metal felt refreshing against the pumping artery in his temple. His finger tensed over the trigger.
It clicked.
His heart stopped, his entire body stopped for a mere fraction of a second as he contemplated what he just did. And deep down it was invigorating, different and very strange that he brushed passed death and not get taken. Cold sweat ran down his face and mingled with his blood. He breathed out and glanced at his foe, "Your up," he said holding out the gun.
Wesker walked up to him and took the metal object, "How do I know you won't shoot me?" asked Chris.
He laughed, "Because it wouldn't be any fun if you died just like that. You need to suffer Chris longer than a second."
He laid the gun onto his temple and simply pulled the trigger, he did it as if it was nothing to him, as if he knew that he wasn't going to get the bullet.
Wesker smiled, "That wasn't so bad," he smirked, "It's your turn," he threw the gun up in the air.
Chris caught it; Wesker was taking this too lightly.
But why?
Unless…unless he knew where the bullet would be.
But how? Chris glanced up at the blonde man.
"Are you scared Chris?" he mocked, "Can't go through with it?"
Chris moved the gun back by his head, "No, just cautious," he looked up and glared. Wesker seemed so sure of himself, it was unnerving. There was a look in his eyes that knew he'd already won even though Chris didn't do anything yet. He stopped, and he finally listened to that distant voice in his mind. The voice of reasoning, it was telling him never to trust Wesker. Not even if the game seemed fair.
He clutched the butt tightly; cold sweat ran down the side of his face and mingled within his blood. Something was wrong, really wrong.
He closed his eyes and licked his lips pressing the nozzle of the gun into his head.
He quickly opened his eyes and fired…
…The gun went off…
Wesker staggered back and fell to his knees. Blood was splattered across his face, his orange-yellow eyes seemed to dull down, he held a shocked filled expression.
Chris walked up to his Captain and smiled down at him, "In the end is doesn't even matter," he spate.
He turned round to walk away; he didn't feel saddened or empty with this death. He was one person he didn't care to see again.
The blonde man fell forward towards his face, blood gushed from the bullet wound from his head. It poured out and around his face drowning him in a sea of red. He didn't care but to stare up as the young Redfield he hated so much walked away.
Chris had won and he had lost.
The stage was set and the finally curtain drawn to a close.
For the time being I hope you enjoy this and in a week or so I will have more for you to read and maybe beat that 50 mark! *lol*
Anyway enjoy, as always!
45
Chris set down the plastic explosives; he sat down by it and sighed. Everything was finally getting to him. He just wanted to drift far away and never wake, not for Claire not even for Jill, he was too tired mentally and physically to do anything.
What was eating him up inside was the fact that he was becoming more and more like…like…Wesker. That emptiness inside was spreading around his body like a cancer, choking the very humanity he had. He was sorry for treating Miriam as if she was nothing, putting ambition before life. Leon's words sank deep, although he did forgave Chris in his way the words were plaguing his mind still.
Who the hell was he? Who gave him the right to decide? No one, he knew deep down he was nothing, only a pawn in fate's game. Expendable just like the millions of others outside.
He wiped the cold sweat from his brow and released a heavy breath feeling a bit better, but not quite.
Was he turning into the monster he sought out to destroy?
Maybe, he just didn't understand any of this. Was he doing the right thing? He gazed at the armed C4 watching the glowing red of the numbers count down.
Two minutes passed and he still gazed down at it. He shifted in his spot pulling out a cigarette. He placed it in between his lips and took out Claire's lighter; it shimmered with such a beautiful warm glow under the dim light. He was in an office, he picked it because it really didn't matter were the C4 was placed because the whole structure would collapse in on it's self anywhere.
He smiled to himself and lit the cigarette inhaling in the black smoke. He picked up his magnum and checked the ammo. The empty golden shells fell aimlessly towards the cold floor making that musical sound as each shell smashed onto the lino. He rummaged in his pocket pulling out one bullet.
The last of his ammo.
He laughed and shoved it in, "Never a dull moment," he whispered to himself. He stood up rubbing his eyes and yawned.
Puffing the cigarette he threw it on the floor stamping out the red glow and walked to the door. He opened it slightly peering out from the small crack.
"Christopher!"
Chris smiled pushing the door fully away from him; it smashed the wall bouncing slightly back, "Albert."
The blonde man smirked, he leant against the wall, his eyes glowed orange, "It's been too long old friend."
Chris's arms laid by his side, he was waiting for this for too long and he was glad to see Wesker again, "Been up to no good I presume."
Wesker laughed lightly, "You know me," he said, "I love fun and games. And I bet you've been the goody boy scout as usual."
This time Chris laughed, "You know me," he copied.
Wesker pushed off the wall and walked closer; his arms were crossed over his chest. He held no weapon of any kind within his hands or on him. But Wesker never really needed a weapon, he, himself, was a tool of destruction, "I prayed to God for you to be here. I wanted to finish this off once and for all."
"Never knew you to be the religious type. I always thought that you saw yourself as a god," there was hint of mockery within his words.
Wesker stopped and simply smiled, "No one's prefect Chris you should know that."
"So you keep telling me."
"Indeed, oh by the way Claire says 'hi'"
Chris clutched the gun firmly; he pushed the anger down and held a plain expression.
"Still the same old Chris, worrying about everyone except yourself."
"Jealous?" he beamed.
Wesker frowned, he rested his arms to his side, "What? To be a pushover little prick?" his frowned faded away, "Why of course not Christopher, there's no fun in being like that."
He ignored that and concentrated on his gun, the cold metal was warming up in his hand, "What have you done?" he was referring to Claire.
"Me? Done anything? Oh Chris come now."
"What have you done?!"
Wesker wanted him to become angry, he wanted to fight with the real Chris rather than the fool that occupies his body twenty four seven. The part of you that everyone has inside that does the reckless stuff, the things that your normal mind wouldn't think of doing. And the only way to do that is to release a little anger. He gazed at Chris smiling deeply inside, it was working the young stupid man was falling deeper and deeper in his ploy.
"I am a hundred percent gentleman with any lady," he smirked, "Especially with a Redfield as beautiful and very well grown as Claire."
Chris stepped forward bringing his gun up, "Where is she?!"
Wesker shrugged, "Around maybe," that was the truth.
"WHERE IS SHE?!" yelled Chris.
Wesker stepped forward, his speed increased with each step, "It beats me Chris! Maybe her ravished body is lying somewhere within one of these offices."
He saw it in those orange eyes, he was bluffing, trying as hard as possible for Chris to slip up. Even though he was pulling his chain it was still enough to cause Chris's blood to boil.
He was in the air lunging towards Wesker. But he was nothing! Wesker simply dodged letting Chris fall into the floor.
Chris turned round, his eyes losing all humanity and it seemed a monster peeked through and smiled, "None of your powers," it sounded that some other being with talking through him as if it enjoyed to see death and pain...and blood.
Wesker simply bowed, "One on one fight. I like that," he looked up meeting Chris's eyes, he smiled, "No guns."
He dashed the magnum behind him and stood, "No weapons and no powers. Fine by me."
"And by me," the blonde man hissed.
They stood meters away simply glaring at each other; they were waiting for whomever to make their first move. The rage was still flowing through Chris's blood, boiling hot anger but he wasn't stupid enough to go against Wesker unfocused. No he waited for the former Captain of S.T.A.R.S to go first.
Wesker stood as still as possible, he could taste the fear wafting from his former pupil. Not only that, but he could sense that Chris was somehow confident and finally glad to be there where they could finish this once and for all.
This was the one thing Wesker and Chris agreed with.
"We haven't got all day Chris. I have things to do and kill," there was sheer annoyance embedded within his voice.
"Ladies first," Chris smirked. He was playing his own game and turning it around. That was one thing about Wesker; he liked to watch people squirm as they play his game rather than the other way round.
He frowned showing his true anger and hatred for the Redfield and laughed, "I should of known how you work Christopher. You were my protégé. Enough of this!" Wesker moved before even Chris could think, and he was gone. Vanished.
Something moved like a moving shadow towards him, he turned but was too late. The shadow shoved him into the wall hard. The shadow vanished and Wesker reappeared in front of him, "Oh my Chris, this is going to be bad for you," he laughed.
"Shut up," Chris gasped, "And get on with it!"
He jumped up flinging his fist into the blonde man but instead he hit air, "Stop using your powers! You promised!"
The shadow laughed, "I promised? I never promise to anything! Nothing!" A hand gripped around his neck and lifted him up, Wesker's pale fingers closed round his throat squeezing the life out of him, "Ever since you walked into that office I knew you were going to be trouble," he narrowed his eyes, "Another loser in my group, another stupid pathetic fool to teach in that dump Raccoon," he stopped and watched his old 'friend' try and struggle from his grip. He smiled, "And then the miracle I have been waiting for came in the form of that mansion, Spencer's Mansion. I was ready to send all of you to hell, but no, you! You son of a bitch had to get in my way and spoil it all!"
Blood oozed down from Chris's nose over his lips and onto Wesker's hand dripping silently onto the floor. Chris laughed, "Always happy to please."
A low growl came from Wesker's throat; he didn't liked being mocked by this idiot. He clenched his hand and swung him round and onto the floor. Chris landed head first on the floor; he blinked up at the approaching man. He knew he was losing and would die if he didn't think of something quick. He scrambled away rubbing his neck, the pain still panged. He glanced behind and saw a shiny silver object.
The magnum!
Wesker was there before he knew it; he picked up the gun and checked inside. "One bullet? Oh dear this isn't good Chris." He closed the chamber and spun it round, "Let's play another game."
Chris dragged himself up coughing slightly, he winced at Wesker and said exactly what he was thinking, "Russian roulette."
Wesker smiled, "Yes, up the stakes a bit," he placed the tip of the gun to his temple, "Even this will kill me Chris, so no need to worry about dying just yet."
Chris frowned, what did he have to lose?
Claire, maybe Jill and not to mention his life.
"Yeah it ups the stakes, but you first."
"I wouldn't have it any other way friend," Wesker glared at Chris and pull the trigger.
It clicked.
"Here," he said and threw it over to Chris.
"Why are you so sure that I won't shoot you?"
"One, you are too honourable, you rather have a clean fight than cheat. And two, well I'm a hell of a lot faster than any bullet."
Chris laughed, "Same old Albert."
"Of course, now stop stalling and do it."
He grasped the gun in between his palm and gazed at it. What was he doing? Was it his manly pride and bravado getting the better of him, or was it just that for once he wanted to prove he was better than Wesker? It didn't matter what the reason was, all that did matter was if he was going to go through with it.
He spun the barrel.
The cool metal felt refreshing against the pumping artery in his temple. His finger tensed over the trigger.
It clicked.
His heart stopped, his entire body stopped for a mere fraction of a second as he contemplated what he just did. And deep down it was invigorating, different and very strange that he brushed passed death and not get taken. Cold sweat ran down his face and mingled with his blood. He breathed out and glanced at his foe, "Your up," he said holding out the gun.
Wesker walked up to him and took the metal object, "How do I know you won't shoot me?" asked Chris.
He laughed, "Because it wouldn't be any fun if you died just like that. You need to suffer Chris longer than a second."
He laid the gun onto his temple and simply pulled the trigger, he did it as if it was nothing to him, as if he knew that he wasn't going to get the bullet.
Wesker smiled, "That wasn't so bad," he smirked, "It's your turn," he threw the gun up in the air.
Chris caught it; Wesker was taking this too lightly.
But why?
Unless…unless he knew where the bullet would be.
But how? Chris glanced up at the blonde man.
"Are you scared Chris?" he mocked, "Can't go through with it?"
Chris moved the gun back by his head, "No, just cautious," he looked up and glared. Wesker seemed so sure of himself, it was unnerving. There was a look in his eyes that knew he'd already won even though Chris didn't do anything yet. He stopped, and he finally listened to that distant voice in his mind. The voice of reasoning, it was telling him never to trust Wesker. Not even if the game seemed fair.
He clutched the butt tightly; cold sweat ran down the side of his face and mingled within his blood. Something was wrong, really wrong.
He closed his eyes and licked his lips pressing the nozzle of the gun into his head.
He quickly opened his eyes and fired…
…The gun went off…
Wesker staggered back and fell to his knees. Blood was splattered across his face, his orange-yellow eyes seemed to dull down, he held a shocked filled expression.
Chris walked up to his Captain and smiled down at him, "In the end is doesn't even matter," he spate.
He turned round to walk away; he didn't feel saddened or empty with this death. He was one person he didn't care to see again.
The blonde man fell forward towards his face, blood gushed from the bullet wound from his head. It poured out and around his face drowning him in a sea of red. He didn't care but to stare up as the young Redfield he hated so much walked away.
Chris had won and he had lost.
The stage was set and the finally curtain drawn to a close.