Major Dean Nivans had received word just a little bit ago of his son's involvement within the current list of ongoing disputes within the B.S.A.A. So far as he was concerned, Piers was free to make his own decisions after he'd cut him free a few years ago, particularly since he refused aid of any kind from his own flesh and blood. He hadn't been one to care who the people involved with the experiments had been, and there were reasons he never wanted Piers involved in the B.S.A.A. to begin with. He kept his own involvement to a minimum, however it wasn't as if he could have blatantly informed the stupid young sniper that he was a part of it. No one knew his position with them since he worked as the Black Ops Commander for Piers' unit for so long, but once Chris took Piers off his hands, he resumed his position as their managing security official. And his little boy got involved big time. Stupid little son of a bitch was always getting into trouble. He'd make certain he would have a talk with his 'baby boy' later, once their experimental procedures were signed off. But as soon as Hendricks called him to tell him that he had been recovered with Captain Christopher Redfield, it made sense what they would be doing. Piers was always such a pain to deal with, the kid had a mind of his own, but the Captain of the B.S.A.A.? He'd be having a word with Redfield before he had a word with Piers. That man had no rights to his son.
"I appreciate the call, Cathy. Rest assured Piers involvement doesn't faze me the least. Just make certain that you involve me in all the choices you make regarding his... continued existence. He is after all my only son. No matter if he's a complete fuck up I certainly can't go around authorizing his decommission without having first gone through the proper channels. Can't believe he went and got himself infected..." In all honesty he knew it was unavoidable, he knew when they sent Piers to China with Chris, and he knew when they were sent to the underwater facility. Formalities though. People weren't allowed to see anything but what he wanted, and what he wanted was a father-son relationship people didn't question. Hendricks would keep it under wraps; they worked together, so it didn't matter. His team of experts, though, didn't need Piers' dirty laundry on their step. "Shall we?"
Agents Mark, Riley, and Peter made their way to the interrogation department to see their Captain and his second-in-command. Alpha team had been grounded and in this situation it seemed as if it was going to be staying that way until the vetting had been complete. Still, no soldier left a man behind, or in this case an infected man behind, and despite the warnings, there was at least a curiosity to see their Captain after the word had spread. Butchered five members of their team; self-preservation, that was the key. That did not excuse the atrocity that Captain Redfield committed, but some members understood why it was done, at least the principal of why he fought back if not simply to defend his partner. It hurt that their Captain did it, and they wanted answers. They also wanted to know why the top brass did not release any more information about what was going on, naturally the team in question would all receive information packets to prevent such a thing ever happening again, a debrief on the situation at hand. Everyone on Alpha Team knew that Captain Redfield was close to A.T.L. Nivans and there was a bet going around that they were fucking each other on the side. No fun guessing your superiors are fucking without putting money in on it. The pot was at $10,000, up until today.
Moving stealth through the building, Alpha made it to the floor where their Captain was being held prisoner. Riley used an untraceable route to hack into interrogation and get the details of where Captain Redfield and Agent Nivans were held; implanting a worm to keep him updated if either man were ever moved. "Damn Riley, I see why Redfield picked you, your hacking skills are elite!" Mark elbowed his comrade, checking down the halls and shrinking up against the wall to avoid detection.
"According to the schedule, they are done with interrogating Captain Redfield for the next two hours. We need to move it guys." Once the information was verified, the three men made their way to Chris' cell through the rat race. All of the interrogators were meeting with the top brass right now, so the place was empty except for security watching the cameras. Riley set up a feedback loop in the security system, so no one would know they were here, but still it was important to keep a low profile as to not draw any extra noise or attention.
As all three men got closer to Chris' cell, the horrible smell of blood was present, iron that reeked up the nostrils and crawled through the stomach. "Oh fuck man, I didn't think top brass would actually do a real interrogation on the Captain," Pete's voice was a gurgle against his sleeve while trying not to breath in the stale scent of old blood. "He's in here." Riley hacked into the electronic door to open it, picking through a series of combinations until it confirmed his orders. Once the door was open, shock ripped through all three of the soldiers. Captain Redfield was fucked up beyond belief! Mark and Peter were almost ready to puke while Riley finally crept forward, whispering. "Captain Redfield? Captain?" Mark and Peter went closer to the mess of what they weren't certain was a living man, and saw some of what was done to him. Chris' ear was gone, his left eye mutilated and the scalpel was still lodged in the eye socket, 'normal' skin was missing in shreds, beneath one could see the obsidian 'skin' that was exposed. Chris had blood all over his body from head to toe and there was still a good amount of blood pooled at his mouth, dripping out in slow succession. "My God! What did they do to you, Captain?!"
Chris lifted his head and opened his right cat-like eye and saw Peter, Mark, and Riley. He knew they were called "The Three Stooges" because they always hung out together and got into trouble together, who would have thought they would come so far as to see what the fuss was all about. No reason not to use what there was at his disposal. "What are you idiots doing here?" Chris asked, his voice heavily distorted due to the loss of his 'normal' tongue, combined with blood and grit in the mouth. The Stooges were in shock at their Captain's voice.
"Captain, your voice like that?"
"You try talking without a tongue sometime," Chris grunted in response, watching the other's grimace. "What are you all doing here? Alpha team is off limits from seeing this rodeo. You three could be in serious trouble." Spitting a glob from his mouth, the Captain snorted, fragments of tooth in the plop on the floor.
"Captain, why did you kill those men? They were only following orders!"
"Didn't I tell you to leave? I warned you about what I would do, and I didn't have to do that much. My warning was ignored, and five men died for it. I always mean what I say, you all know that," Chris' head spun glancing at the men trying not to vomit as they took in the sight of him. All three men looked at each other and realized that Chris, their Captain, knew exactly what he was doing.
"Cap… we..uh, we gotta go. Time is running out and we need to go before the staff gets back here."
"Ok, last question Captain: Why did you kidnap Piers?"
"Piers surrendered himself to the Quarantine Facility that H.Q. ran and he was turned into a lab rat. H.Q. had no intention of curing him; they still have no intention of curing him or even myself. There is no cure for what happened to us. The mutated C-Virus changed us both. I am not the same man I was before, you all know this now, look at me. I have heard what I am being called these days: a butcher, and my two favorites, a "demon from Hell" and the "devil itself." Those are accurate descriptions and I have always been willing to do whatever it takes and in the case of Piers…well…you boys in Alpha can settle that bet: I would do anything for Piers, anything. Now get out before the real monsters come back," Chris said to them as he saw them leave his cell.
'The Stooges will spread the word around nicely. More questions would be asked about H.Q. and my own reputation will increase. That will keep some out of the line of fire. They will visit Piers next, I am sure of it.' Then Chris closed his eye and concentrated on Piers. He was unconscious, but a nightmare was trying to rear its ugly head. Chris used their bond to get rid of the nightmare and let the sniper stay unconscious. 'Damn, doing this is mentally taxing, but I must take care of my Piers. You would think they would have left listening devices in the room and there are none in here…idiots,' Chris thought as he decided to "rest." The only reason why Chris even said anything to the Stooges was due to the lack of listening devices in the room. Such devices make sounds that normal human hearing would not hear, but with Chris' enhanced hearing, he knew there were none inside his cell.
Riley fiddled with the locks for a while after having read over the schedule. They were moving Piers in an hour to the science tech building owned by Sutra Pharmaceutical. Whoever that was. He'd never heard of them but his interrogations were over for now. The other ones were referred to the other company to deal with him. So they only had a few minutes to see their second-in-command. No one on the team faulted Piers for what happened in China, he was a war hero and everyone knew it. And before leaving, he trained them hard enough to get them to be the tops in all their squads. Chris and Piers had made certain the next Alpha Team wouldn't be one that recklessly got killed in battle just because no one spent the time to train them in the real life shit. So when word got back he'd killed people without remorse it seemed to be a wild accusation. Mark watched the doors before they slipped on some latex gloves and punched in the sequence of keys required to open the steel doors used on agent Nivans' interrogation room. "They've been in here a while, said his interrogation wasn't over until like twenty minutes ago so watch your heads guys. What they saw was the second thing of the night to make vomit crawl into the nasal passages and threaten their decency. The own second-in-command of Alpha was a wreck, and there was enough blood and muscle showing from his ruined arm that it was evident they hadn't been using any laws in these proceedings. His clothing had been righted and he was back in the chair, strapped to it, with his regs stolen from his chest and carvings littering his chest, creating a montage of hideous bloodied words. One of which was straight across his lean lower abdomen. 'Faggot.' Peter turned his head away quickly, his unconscious form and the buckets of water, the vomit on the ground, the blood. It was plainly obvious they weren't asking Piers any questions, not if they'd been waterboarding him. "Damn... let's get out of here guys... now." Now... in a matter of a few hours, the entire team would know and after that the entire company. Captain Christopher Redfield and Agent Piers Nivans were being tortured at the B.S.A.A.'s discretion.
The reps were already preparing their science wing for their new addition. Electrical impulses could mess with a lot, but given the time and the effort, it wouldn't be a problem to restrain agent Nivans properly. There were only a few more minutes before Hendricks came for Piers. "Get him out of here. And Eric... the word play? Nice touch. Make sure you take a Polaroid for Captain Redfield to see with that last good eye of his before we ship them out." The camera was already there, taking pictures with digital to document all the 'scientific' that could help later discoveries. Those were high definition however, where the fun of torture left tiny Polaroids to do the trick of disgusting Captain Redfield. Hooking the undersides of the Agent's arms, he was dragged out without concern, the transport waiting for them when they got there. Hendricks let them be, he had bigger fish to fry. After exhaust fumes, handcuffs, and a request for cleared streets, the Hummer was already on its way as Hendricks' heavy feet paraded up the steps, trembling off the walls as that steely door was thrown back yet again; tossing the tiny three by three pictures in Chris' lap to view the state Piers was left in.
"I had them clean him up for his move, but I think you get the picture, Captain. Tell me, just how wonderful am I that I actually got his removal from the B.S.A.A. authorized. He's now legal property of Sutra Pharmaceutical. Signed off for by their C.E.O. and your Director. I will miss him. Boy Scout has so much dirty laundry I could have gone at him all day. I know my boys did. You know they both went twice, His mouth? If you look close enough," Hendricks leaned forward, pointing to the picture with a chuckle, "you can see the left overs all over his face. Who cares that he passed out? Besides that, I'm sure... when he wakes up in the science wing at Sutra... he'll be begging for my mercy. Unless of course boy toy enjoys getting punished by Daddy. Did I tell you that? Major Dean Nivans is a co-executor of Sutra. Meaning, he's also in charge of overseeing his care. I do hope you understand what that means. Tell me one thing, one thing... and I might ship you there with him. And then you two can be little lab rats together. But tell me Captain before I set you free to the lab coats. How did you know, they set you up in China?"
Chris knew that Piers was being moved, he could 'feel' their bond stretch out. It would not affect what Chris could do through their bond, but he knew it would take more effort to stay in contact with Piers. 'They are moving him…they are taking him away…I can't stay here for long, this bastard is lying through his teeth about me being moved to Sutra, no one can lie to me without me knowing.' Chris opened his one "good" eye and looked at the dirty bastard who caused his Piers to be raped over and over. To humiliate him and try to take away his dignity. Chris had nothing but pure hate for this man and soon…he would be very, very dead. Chris had a hit list and this fuck was at the top solely due to him ensuring his Piers was raped…violated in the worst way. For once, Chris decided to answer Hendricks' question. "I knew China was a set up after reading the reports the Generals sent to Sutra. They detailed every step of what went down, including the viruses Sutra sent to China and other parts of the world to create J'avo's," Chris said, his voice still distorted. He could have healed his mouth by now, but he refused to do it. The time for hiding was over.
"So since your piece of pretty ass is gone, you decided to talk. You want to be released to you can find a new piece of ass to fuck? Well though shit faggot, you will be my guest for quite a while. Some of Sutra's scientists are here and soon enough we'll get to dissecting you… see what's inside that filthy corpse, once I'm done killing you. Until they are ready though, you will be my guest of honor, Captain Redfield," Hendricks said as he left the room.
Chris saw Hendricks leave the cell and he concentrated on his Piers. 'He is still moving, but at least he is still unconscious. ' Chris knew the time would come when he would break out of his cell and go after Piers. They wouldn't know what hit them when it did.
Dean Nivans scowled at seeing his boy again. The way they were dragging him inside by his arms completely passed out, head hanging down as his arms were hooked and dragged through the back doors. "I appreciate the opportunity to have a chat with him before we hand him over to the lab coats, Cat. He is after all, my boy." The word boy grit out of his teeth sharply, flipping shut the phone that led to the woman in charge on her way already to the B.S.A.A. headquarters to take care of Captain Redfield. He'd wanted to do it himself, but there was something more he wanted and that over road everything. That of course was to take care of his... 'little boy.' He followed their steps, watching as the room was situated properly, set down in a chair, his head lulled back between his shoulder blades, brows knit at the continued bond that Chris failed to break. Speakers and wires were checked properly, cameras, and a few more microphones, but all wall mounted to stay out of the way of the monumental amount of scientific equipment on display, laid out on the sterile environment. Staunch white lights, beamed down on them as the Major walked circles around the room, hands clasped at the back as each surface was secured. "Uncuff him. He won't need those. Piers won't hurt a fly. And you've got your orders. Leave the surveillance room clear for the next hour." Scattering boots scrapping on the concrete floor reminded Dean of cockroaches scattering in the light, continuing his inspection of the facilities for almost another ten minutes, finding his feet back in front of his son.
A clap of thunder rang through the room, starting Piers at a jump because of the sound of metal hitting metal, a surgical tool plopped down on its tray to knock him loose from unconsciousness, Piers irises widening and then narrowing as they took in all the light, the aperture on his silver eye completely apart from his normal hazel. Those which his father focused on with resentment pooling at the corner of his own turned scowl. He saw the words carved into his son's chest as well. Taking in his appearance before the younger man had time to take in everything around him, wincing at the light as his sharp oculars rose to take in the entire form of the broad shaped man before him. He rivaled Chris' biceps, but the rest of him tapered from the waist down, almost like an amusing triangle except for his facial features. He was all hard and chiseled jaw, with iron clad resolve, and looked nothing like Piers at all. His taut uniform was only accented by the numerous patches of honor and medals he wore, reminding the world what they saw on the outside was as hardass as the one on the inside. Piers jaw clenched, swallowing down his concern and doing everything possible to hide it from his Captain, resolve working through his body. He was mangled and his body was aching; they had taken his pride, but he had honor in his actions and that much he knew. It had been what kept him going all those years. Honor was something Dean could never steal, at least, something he'd never tried to before. That was the only thing remaining to him after 21 years of being under the man. "I see they took mercy on you. They could have sent Sutra your limbs and instead they spare your life. I hope you are grateful for that."
"I'm not doing this for my health, Major."
Piers voice was stone, his teeth grit together as his eyes followed the man as he began to strut the room, rubbing his chaffed wrists and feeling the muscle in his arm already beginning to heal. Bastards stabbed his mutated arm. At least the skin would heal that way. "No, Agent? You know I had every intention, boy, of asking you what kind of stupid stunt you had conjured up in your naive little head over this matter, but instead I realized how pointless that would be. Twenty years and you never learned to take orders properly. Well listen to me boy... you will. Every single thing that these people do to you, you will accept from here on out. You are under my care again. You thought Redfield could protect you from your own stupidity? That sure fire shooting of yours might be able to get you out of a lot of shit boy, but you have to remember who taught it to you to shoot that rifle. Three years old and you could recite all the parts and clean a weapon better than most adults and you want to tell me that this is what you turn out to be? Well... Daddy is back to teach his little boy. And we've got all the time in the world."
The Stooges went back to the barracks where Alpha Team resided. They were shaken at the revelations Captain Redfield told them along with the condition of Nivans and the Captain. Riley, Mark and Peter went into the main rec room where everyone else was located. Everyone saw the haunted looks on their faces and there was a quiet sort of reserve there. "Come on guys, it wasn't that bad. I bet Captain Redfield and Nivans barely had a cut on them."
"You're wrong. Dead wrong," Riley said as everyone in the squad came closer to listen in. They talked about H.Q. and the top brass signing off on their torture along with the crimes they have committed. That shocked many of the members of Alpha. "Captain Redfield…they…oh Lord…they did torture that broke the Geneva Conventions for free. One of his ears were gone, his left eye had a scalpel through it, cuts and missing skin all over his body, and blood…so much blood covering him head to toe."
"Did he explain why he butchered five of our guys?"
"Yeah, he did. He said that he warned us to get out and leave. He did warn us, and Captain Valentine ignored the order and told Squad B to capture Nivans. That is why he killed them. He did it to protect Nivans. He also said something else; he said that he always does what he says he is going to do. Guys, you know the Captain, you know how he is. Even though he is infected…he knew what he was doing and made no excuses for what he did. They also tore his tongue out and he was still speaking to us. His voice…oh fuck man, fucking freaky as hell."
"Oh shit!"
"No way!"
"Talking without a tongue, what the fuck!?" That got the men thinking hard about what they were being told. "What about what people are calling him these days?"
"Captain Redfield said he liked the names, especially the "demon from Hell" and the "devil itself," Peter told everyone. Alpha Team began to wonder if Captain Redfield was nothing more than a monster now and needed to be killed. "Oh, one more thing guys, the Captain knew about the bet," Riley said to everyone. Whatever people were thinking about or talking about stopped for the moment. Riley took out his tablet and looked over the betting sheet on it. "It looks like ten people will have to share the pot since the Captain is in a relationship with Nivans.".
"No way."
"It was obvious."
"Fucking sick!"
"Not like it's our business."
"It is our business now, moron!"
"No wonder why Captain Redfield did what he did. You guys know damned well that when you love someone, you would do anything for them." That shut everyone up and made them think. "What about Nivans?"
"Agent Nivans was raped…and it looks like it was repeatedly…"
"Major, I'm not a little boy anymore, you can't treat me-
"Like what?" Dean turned sarcasm lacing his voice with every word as he pulled Piers to his feet by the front of his shirt... the scraps that were left of it around his shoulders after what they'd done to his chest. "Like a faggot?" The word pierced right through his chest, a sneer in the works as he wrenched the shirt clean off him, throwing the wad of rags off to the side leaving Piers to stumble to regain his balance. "You know if you'd stayed in Black Ops, this wouldn't have happened to you. If you'd listened to Daddy, you wouldn't be infected...soiled. I got the reports, Piers; I know what kind of trashy little whore you've become. Turning yourself over for a partnership in the B.S.A.A., letting that redneck Captain of yours fuck you just to keep your position. I taught you better than that." Tough hands shoved with enough strength to knock the younger man backward on the heels of his feet, hitting the wall back first and feel the cold run up his spine. Though it wasn't the cement that chilled him, just the recollection of every time before this one that led him to his back against the wall. "And don't bother denying it because I also have the reports from Agent Valentine on my desk. Sleeping with the bosses... my bad... little boy." Piers winced, his voice lost in his throat as he forced away every thought of Chris, trying to cut the bond they had. He didn't need to hear this, didn't need to know every thought, the reminders of how it felt with the wood floors digging into his knees when he was twelve. "Don't fret though Piers, this experiment will go without a hitch, and when they are done they'll have everything they need to fix your blundering mistakes. You will cooperate and you will not question me." A single hand reached up, cupping Piers chin to turn his face back, tipping up his head. "You will cooperate with me, boy. You need to cleanse that filth from your soul Piers and do exactly what Daddy says. And right now," the other spare hand found the nimble fingers on his left hand, healed surprisingly well after the first time. "Right now, it's time for your punishment. You want me to punish you Piers... you know how bad you've been. Tell me, you filthy little thing..."
Twenty-one years and it managed to work even now. Piers eyes fluttered shut, fighting back everything in his heart that screamed for Chris to save him, replaced by that childhood need to please. It had never left him, since day one under Chris, he had done everything he could to please him, to get attention, and he knew it just like everyone else. His eagerness was always considered a strategy to everyone, but in honesty it was just another overwhelming quirk that comes from being rewarded for his 'good' behavior. "Yes Major... I need to be punished." Red covered his face and every bodily sore instantly reprieved at the sound of a pleased hum from his father, releasing his jaw. Sighing out and an actual smile slipping to his features. He hated the man, but enough years under him taught Piers very quickly that when he was happy he wouldn't hurt him, and punishment... yes it hurt, but it hurt in such a good way. It made him feel repulsive on the inside to say that of his own father, but 21 years trained him not to think twice on the matter. "Please, forgive me."
"You've been bad..., haven't you? Tell Daddy." Hazel eyes floated up to meet charcoal grey, eyes locked and scowling at the sight of those mismatched orbs, shoving his face away. "You forgot rule number one boy. Never look me in the eye. Particularly not with those hideous things. Such a filthy little boy. Tell me Piers..., tell me how disgusting you really are. I know, you know." Releasing him, the older man sneered, drawing back his boot and kicking apart Piers' feet, dropping him to the ground with a grip rivaling iron on his shoulders. A hand caught in his hair, deep enough to the root in longer tressesthat tugging it back caused a grimace, taking that hand that had been previously broken and twisting back his fingers until they strained. "Beg Daddy, you filthy whore, such... a bad... little boy." Piers' lips fell agape gasping at the pain that surged through his hand and up into his forearm, lancing through his chest. "My little boy always loved pain... just look at you. But only the pain I treat you with, right? Tell Daddy, tell him you like it."
"I like it... please, Major... forgive me." The words slipped easily out of his mouth, wincing as those fingers were wrenched out of socket, yelping out the pain that lanced through his body, the fingers wrapped in his hair wrenching his head back so fast into the wall behind him it made an ugly crack as he hit, sagging back against it as the sound of belt and zipper were undone. Silence between them before that hand was back in his hair, urging him forward, his uninjured hand reaching up only to be slapped away. A jerking motion yanked Piers' head forward, half stock stiffy in his face and instantly lips apart.
"Prove it. Boy, you know what to do with those fingers; don't make me re-teach you everything," Dean's voice was a snarl as Piers wrapped his lips around him, feeling him reach his injured hand to the ground. He'd never hurt that prize hand of his, the trigger finger, but the other hand? Instantly it was under the major's boot, grinding the joint out of place.
- The limo that crushed gravel under its weight dragged slowly up the way, tires crunching away at the rubble, and instead of parking in the lot, drew up upon the side walk, pulling the woman right to the door. Cathy Walters stepped high heel Prada out first, followed by a fiery red dress, clinging vigilantly to curved, rounded hips. She smelled like peaches in the afternoon air even though the stink of blood was hidden by her swarthy manner. She was met at the door by the Director, who immediately gave admittance, hushed words followed by an exchange of a handshake, clutch bag in hand as her fingers wrapped venomously about the other man's. "Time to see just what you have for me."
Chris has been left alone for hours now and he was in emotional pain. He could feel every shameful thing Piers was forced to do for his father and the fact Piers' mentality nearly reverted back to the way it was when he was living with his father… 'Damn him! I will kill that son of a bitch and nothing will stop me. It's time. I am breaking out of here.' Chris opened his red cat-like right eye and then steeled himself. He broke his arm and leg restraints as if they were paper and then stood up. His 'normal' skin where his hands were off his body and was replaced by obsidian claws. Chris used his left hand to pluck the scalpel out of his left eye and then he dug the remains of the eye out of the socket. He looked at what was left of his mangled eye and then he crushed it in his hand. He spat out the remains of his teeth on the floor. New teeth entered Chris' mouth and they were all sharp and jagged while his 'true' tongue grew in his mouth. 'I am going to kill them…kill everyone who deserves it…' Chris walked to the door of his cell and began to punch it.
All of the interrogators were eating dinner when they heard the loud "bang" coming from the cells. They only had one prisoner and it was Chris. Hendricks told the others to check out what was going on and they left the room. Hendricks left the dining room and went towards his room to get armed. Eric and Kendal went down towards Chris' cell and the noises got louder. Soon, they were at Chris' cell and they could see the door being bashed in. The door was about to give and both men were shocked. This cell was designed to hold Albert Wesker and yet Chris was breaking through it. Finally, they door gave and fell off its hinges. Chris walked out of the cell. "Hello you fuckers," Chris began as he hissed at the bastards who raped his Piers. When Chris spoke, you could see his jagged teeth and tongue that looked reptilian. What really scared the shit out of Kendal and Eric was Chris' eyes. The right eye was glowing red and his left eye socket, the one where his 'normal' eye was mangled, glowed a brighter red. Chris' face barely looked human. "You fuckers raped what belongs to me," Chris began with his 'true' voice. "I am going to kill you and your fucking boss." Chris went after Eric first and brutally dismembered him. It was done so fast that neither man had the chance to react. By the time Chris was done, Eric's limbs were removed from his body and his intestines littered the floor. Chris also stepped on Eric's penis and testicles and they were smashed. Eric would die in a few moments and Kendal was next. Chris took his sweet time with Kendal as he shattered every bone from the waist down. If Kendal was going to live through this, he would be paralyzed for life. "Please, Captain Redfield, show mercy! I was only following orders! Please stop!" Kendal pleaded to Chris as Chris was ready to finish him off and send him to Hell with the man who dared to rape Piers. "This is no less than what you deserve. You and the other dead bastard touched what is MINE!" Chris said as he stomped down on Kendal's penis and testicles. He stomped them so hard that his foot went through Kendal's body. Kendal was screaming loudly and Chris was tired was hearing it, so he stomped down on Kendal's face and bashed his skull in. Once that was done, Chris turned around and saw Hendricks running down the hall. Chris was ready to kill this old bastard for allowing his Piers to be raped!
Hendricks saw what Chris did to his men and he felt immense anger. He sounded the alarm and said on the loudspeaker, "Alert! Alert! Captain Redfield has broken free of his cell and is on a murdering rampage! He must be stopped now!" After making the announcement, he wanted to avenge the deaths of his men. "YOU BEAST! YOU BUTCHER! LOOK AT WHAT YOU DID TO MY MEN! I WILL KILL YOU!" Hendricks screamed as he used his machine gun on Chris. He fired shot after shot and he thought this would finally kill the murdering butcher named Captain Redfield. The clip was empty and Hendricks inserted another one and opened fire on Chris…
At least Hendricks thought he did, then he screamed in pain. His right arm along with his machine gun took a vacation from his body as Chris used his super speed and strength to rip the arm out of the socket. "You fucking monster! Butcher! Beast!" Hendricks roared at Chris as he looked at him. The bullets he hit Chris with started to fall down to the floor. There were holes where they penetrated Chris' 'normal' skin, the obsidian 'skin' was underneath and unharmed. "Yes, I am all of those things, Hendricks," said Chris as he smashed all of Hendricks' limbs and then slowly ripped them off his body. By the time Chris was done, Hendricks was nothing more than a torso, but he was barely alive. "You…murderer…you will…die…they…will kill…you and N..ivans," Hendricks said as the life began to leave his body. "You wish," Chris said as he punctured the chest and ripped out Hendricks' heart. Finally, Chris smashed it and moved on. He was covered in blood and looked like the devil he was called. The next stop was hunting the Director and Generals down. 'Kill…I will kill them! I will eviscerate them! They are all DEAD!'
Everyone on the base heard the alarm and the alert. By now, information has spread about Captain Chris Redfield and Agent Nivans. Nivans was tortured and raped repeatedly and Chris was tortured, both happened in a way that violated the Geneva Conventions. The brutal, graphic details were spread by the Stooges and then everyone who heard it from them told others. Now, Captain Redfield was on the move and many people were hesitant to try and stop him. Many people on the base questioned the motives and actions of the top brass and their loyalty was shaken. Others were ready to follow orders and try to kill Chris.
"I am going to find Captain Redfield," Riley said to Mike and Peter. "I…am going to tell him where the top brass are located." Mike and Peter looked at Riley in shock as he continued, "I hacked into the files of the top brass…Captain Redfield was right. He was fucking right! We have been betrayed and set up for years! I know they are in a meeting right now in the conference room with the CEO of Sutra. She is guilty too. I don't know what you guys are going to do, but I am telling the Captain where to go. Let the ones who deserve to die pay for it," Riley said. He had a feeling that if no one did this, Chris would tear the base apart and kill anyone in his way until he killed the top brass. "I just locked the base down and for at least three hours, there will be a random loop of information sent to Sutra. No one is getting in or out unless it's by plane. I also locked down the conference room; the top brass are trapped like rats. Their mobile phones have been hacked into and will not call out. No one matches my hacking skills," said Riley as he got ready to leave. "Riley, I will go with you and Peter, fire up that new mini cargo plane. We are going to help the Captain," Mike said as all three men left to do their part.
Chris was outside the interrogation center and he could see several soldiers in front of him. There were twenty of them and they were armed and ready to shoot him. 'I will just kill those who are on my hit list. I don't give a rat's ass about killing innocents, but my Piers does. Be glad…be fucking glad he cares since I don't.' The soldiers opened fire on Chris and he used his super speed to evade the bullets. Chris disarmed them by breaking arms at the elbow and shattering knees. He also broke the guns they were using on him as well. It took no more than one minute to do this since he was disabling and not killing them. 'That took too long,' Chris thought as he moved further onto base and left twenty men screaming in pain.
Riley and Mike heard the sound of gunfire and ran towards it. They knew Captain Redfield would be there and they hoped he would not butcher their fellow soldiers. Once they got there, they saw Chris leaving the scene and the soldiers were hurt badly, but they were still alive. "Captain Redfield! Captain Redfield!" Riley yelled at Chris. Chris used his super speed to get to Riley and he picked him up by the neck. Riley was scared shitless and Mike was frozen in fear. Chris looked at Riley and said, "What do you want? Speak quickly or else!" "The top brass are in the usual conference room and the CEO of Sutra is there with them. I…locked the door to the room and they can't get out. Please don't kill me!" Riley said as he was ready to piss his pants. Chris set Riley down and was genuinely surprised that he went this far for him. "Sir, Peter has a mini cargo plane ready to go in the hangar. He can take you where you need to go," Peter told Chris. At one time, Chris would have been touched beyond measure at what the Stooges were doing for him, but now, those feelings are muted since his only priority is his Piers. Still though, Chris has never been rude to those who didn't deserve it and that has not changed. "Thank you," he said as he sped off to the conference room. Chris ran at super speed past many people. Some tried to stop him and he would break hands, legs, anything that was non-lethal. Most people got the hell out of his way and many knew where he was going. They were not going to stop the "devil itself" and the "demon from Hell" from reaching his goal.
"Open this fucking door! That monster is loose and I have better things to do than die!" Cathy Walters yelled at those in the room. Everyone has been stuck for thirty minutes and each moment they are trapped is another moment the demon called Captain Redfield has to find and destroy them. Cathy was not the only one who was worried, the Director and Generals in the room wanted to get out as well. Some were using their mobile phones to call for help, but they were not working properly. The Director said, "We have been betrayed by someone on the inside. Someone wants Captain Redfield to get to us and we must get ready to fight." Cathy looked at the Director like he was insane. "That insane monster will kill us all! I must reach Sutra and tell them that butcher is loose! Maybe if we can use Nivans; that will cause that monster to stop!" Cathy said. She was in panic mode and the Generals were not far behind in that feeling. Suddenly, a loud "bang" was heard. It was not coming from the door; it was coming from the wall behind them. After three punches, the butcher known as Chris Redfield entered the room. The Director and Generals took out their side arms and opened fire. Cathy screamed in terror as Chris mutilated everyone in there except for her. There was blood thrown all over the place and the scene looked like something from a horror movie. Body parts and blood were spread through the room, yet everyone was still alive for the moment. Chris had more blood and gore covering this body and Cathy thought in panic, 'HE IS A MONSTER! FREAK! OH GOD! I WILL DIE HERE! I DON'T WANT TO DIE!' Chris opened his mouth to roar and hiss. Cathy screamed in pure terror. She could see Chris' sharp teeth along with his reptilian tongue. Chris' hands were obsidian with sharp claws that were dripping with blood. "You fucking cunt," Chris began in a distorted voice, "You and the butchers in here made a mockery of what the B.S.A.A. stands for. You orchestrated all of the bioterrorism that we have to deal with today. Many men and women have died thanks to monsters like you. I may be a freak now, a bioweapon, one who only cares about Piers Nivans and hardly anything else, but even I have not come close to committing the crimes you assholes in here have committed," Chris said to those in the room. Unknown to Chris, someone placed a listening device in the conference room and what he was saying was being broadcasted back to Alpha Team. "I will never be the man I once was. I will never be human again, but that is fine. I have accepted my fate and now… you assholes will accept yours." Chris killed the Director and Generals in the room. He either stepped on their heads or picked them up and tore their hearts out. The Director was eviscerated into several pieces and thrown all over the room. Cathy was still alive and she pissed herself. She was in too much shock to move and she couldn't even scream anymore. Chris moved behind her and ripped her spine out. After that was done, Chris hissed and roared loudly. The entire base heard him.
Chris quickly left the room and went towards the hanger. While he ran there, he noticed that no one got in his way. Anyone he saw either stopped moving or made sure they were not in his path to the hanger. Chris saw the mini cargo plane and it was ready to go. He got on board and Peter said, "I already have the coordinates to where Agent Nivans was taken." Once again, Chris was shocked, but he did say, "Thank you. Get me there immediately." "Yes, Sir!"
'Hold on Piers! I am coming for you and nothing will stop me!' Chris sent over their bond.
The murders and massacre at H.Q. would be transmitted and reported in just under a few. There were people not killed and that left the men who were still capable of calling out the distress of a released B.O.W. and for all agents to be on the lookout. There was also a mass release of sealed records on the Sutra Pharmaceutical records on display throughout the building. Nationwide. Everyone would know what they were doing. But then, there were reasons that Riley had been hired. It was time the B.S.A.A. was back in the hands of the people who meant to do good by it, or the men would be disbanded. One way or another, there would be rights made to fix the wrongs, and in the end, there would be no outbreaks caused by the men swearing to defend against them. All that was left was Sutra Pharmaceutical. They and their ilk had caused the problem and they were in charge of making the decisions on the behalf of their 'investors.' The priority would be taking care of those company officials before they had an opportunity to run and just start again somewhere else. The boys at Alpha Team would take care of the others, and Jill, once her behavior had been proven to be that of a fool... she would set things to right as well. The only thing left to them now was taking out Sutra...the battle for the control of bioweaponry. Once this was over, Piers wouldn't regret a second he spent correcting this mistake. Chris might have wanted to run, but right the wrongs, once that was done...
Piers could feel Chris' rage, the blinding overpowering hatred of everyone, but he felt the restraint too. Something he hadn't felt in so very long. It cleared his conscience to feel it, even as his mind drifted silently away from it, letting Dean use his body as he would. Cleansing his soul... that's what Dean called it. Making him confess his sins on his knees until he was satisfied. "There's my good boy," Dean's voice never reached husky, just drawing Piers' head back away from his cock and pulling him up from his knees by his shoulders. "I told you, I raised a good son. You just need discipline, clean out that filthy mouth of yours. Don't you feel better?" He hadn't finished, not by a long shot, there was a reason the older veteran had pulled back.
"Yes, Major."
Tenor voice was so meek he didn't even recognize it as his own as his father reached his hands to his hips, turning him against the wall. "Do you want forgiveness Piers? My little boy needs forgiveness?" The sound of the belt being freed from his fatigues made the younger man wince, but nodded just the same, feeling the silence before the metal clasp of the belt was brought down against his back, tearing the skin of his back and repeated again. "Break Piers... only the truly repentant will break down. Tell Daddy. Tell him how badly you want your punishment." Teeth grit again as leather and metal striped a layer of skin from his back. "My bad boy, I'll right you yet." 'I hope you kill this asshole Chris... I really do.' It was all he could think keeping his voice stifled in his throat, wincing in agony at each stroke, hearing the older man's hand jerking that erection his mouth had previously been on, watching Piers' take his punishment without complaint.
Chris was waiting on the mini cargo plane to get to Sutra. He could feel the pain and humiliation that Piers was going through and it made his blood boil. "Sir, we are almost to Sutra. Currently ten clicks away. Your orders, Sir?" Peter asked. "Drop me at their front door," Chris responded. Peter saw the layout of Sutra and knew there was no place to land the plane. He was afraid to question the Captain's orders, but it had to be done. 'Please don't kill me!' "Sir, there is no place to…land the plane…" Peter said in fear to Chris. Chris could tell that Peter was scared shitless of him, but he was brave enough to defy orders and get him to Sutra. Chris had to smirk as he felt his fear, but he responded, "You won't have to land anywhere, just drop to a lower altitude and open the rear hatch. I can show myself out." 'The Captain is going to jump out of the plane? And that voice…my God…'
Robert Brass, one of the other executives at Sutra Pharmaceutical, was getting ready to leave to leave for the night. He, along with Major Dean Nivans and Cathy Walters was responsible for the viral outbreaks around the world. As long as the money was good, he didn't give a rat's ass about anything else. As he was walking towards his car, he heard the sound of a plane. He also noticed that it was getting lower in altitude. 'What the hell is going on? Someone on a joyride?' Robert kept on looking at the plane and now that it was lower, he could tell it was military. Then the hatch opened and someone jumped out…
"Open the hatch," Chris commanded to Peter as they reached Sutra. "Good luck, Sir, and please save Agent Nivans," Peter told the Captain. "Get back to base Peter…and thank you and the others for your help and loyalty," Chris said as he jumped out of the plane. Whatever was left of his 'normal' skin was removed as he dropped down to the ground. By the time Chris landed, he was in his 'true' form: An obsidian creature that looked demonic with red eyes, sharp teeth, clawed hands and feet, and very short spikes on his head. Robert saw Chris as he landed and screamed in fright as Chris landed. Chris roared loudly at Robert as he eviscerated him. Chris made his way inside Sutra and told his Piers, 'I am here my Piers! I am here!'
