Haunting
Chapter 5: Cry, Little Sister
warning: semi graphic sex angst, ptsd,
" . . .no . . .no ",Claire said as she stumbled back .
"Claire . . ."
"You can't be Steve! I watched Steven Burnside die ",she she said and she was prepared to pull the trigger .She was fighting tears, refusing to let this potential enemy get to her .
"Claire, NO! ",Sherry yelled shoving past Steve .She tackled Claire down,going for her gun .Claire was too shocked to react and Sherry managed to get the weapon .Instinctively, Sherry aimed the gun at Claire .Their eyes locked and Steve took a step back .
"You know, if this is a bad time . . ."
"Shut up ", Claire said, standing as Sherry lowered the gun .She marched up to Steve, stopped just inches away .She could see that like her, he had had aged, but he was younger than her so not as much .Still, she could see through tired eyes and a slight beard growing o his chin, that it was definitely him .Not just that, but the face, the posture, the way he had a tendency to tilt his head aside, it was all Steve . Her lips pursed, she grabbed his arm and dragged him inside .
"Why? Why now after all these years? ", she demanded, thou her coice was low .
"I was trapped .Down in the labs at Tricell . . .everyday was like a dream and nightmare . . .waking up and sleeping and I lost so much of myself .But you . . .I always remembered you ",he said .
"But . . .on Rockfort island . . .I know what I saw ",she pressed .
"I . . .I can't say what happened then, but I'm alive now .I know you've moved on but I . . .I just have to see you one last time and know . . .know that you made it out alive .All that time I never knew and not knowing almost made me give up .Until someone told me otherwise, told me you were alive .And then . . .then it was like a part of me was returning . I'm sorry for dumping all of this like this, it's just -"
Before Steve could finish, Claire threw her arms around him,leaning into his shoulder .
She looked back and their gazes met before hers dropped to his lips .It had been seventeen years, seventeen long years since that fateful day, since Claire had cone to realize that everyone she loved would be lost to bioterrorism .
And Steve survived it .
Claire . .
"I'm glad that I met you . . . I . . . I love you . . . Claire . . . "
. . .Alfred Ashford,,,a man so twisted and broken that Claire wondered how it was possible that he went on so long . . .Alexia shford,that monster of a woman . . .Steve was mutated beyond what was humanly possible and he had an axe in his hands . . .Claire had stopped being Claire and that grotesque thing . . . .and Alexia"s fire ,fire like a demon straight from hell . . .
Claire wanted so badly to fight off those horrible images but nothing would help . . .no there was one thing that would help,but she made a promise . . .
"Claire,please ", Steve said .Claire was shaken .
"Steve . . . what did they do to you? ", she asked quietly, her back still to him .
"I'm fine ",he said .
"That is bullshit .The only way you could have survive is if they did something to you ",Claire said .
'Like with Wesker . . .'
Then she froze .
"I'm stronger now, faster better . . .but there's a price to pay for it ",he said .Steve reached rolled his sleeve up and showed her the track marks .There was that chance that she would run from him, scream and he was sure that she was really going to shoot hi . .Claire looked at Steve's arm, touched it .Blue vains, red dots, imperfect but still very much him .
He still had the tattoo of the Ace of spades on his wrist .Faded, but still there .Her hand slowly dragged down to his,touched his fingers .It was all so surreal .
"I'm glad you're alive . . .but I have to know ",she said ,leading him to the couch .Sherry took this as a good sign but stayed alert .
"Just . . . . How exactly did you survive?",she said .
"I was saved .Someone saved me and took me and other infected and started curing us .All of us .The survivors of Raccoon City,the Queen Zenobia,Africa even the people in Edonia .We've been cured and sent out in the world or staying at the facilities",he said .Claire looked at him suspicious .
"So there are other people out there with . . . abilities like yours,whatever it is you can do?",she said .
'More people like Wesker ',is what she wanted to say,but stayed silent on the matter .
"I'm not quite sure,I don't know everyone but I can guess there would be",he said .
"Where is this place?",she asked .Steve frowned .
"I can"t tell you . . .at least not yet .We have to worry about your brother first",he said .
"Wait a minute,wait a minute . . .why do you know about my brother?",she demanded ,dropping his hand .
"Ada .She's been getting some people together to see if they could help .It's not just Chris,but a whole slew of infected people are being treated like this .The ones who weren't saved like Steve .We have to put an end to it Claire and we can't do it alone .Steve is going to help us ",Sherry said .Claire frowned at Sherry .She was too trusting and too optimistic at times .
But then she thought about Chris ,about how he was locked in a cell and how his eyes are the wrong color now .And thought of Piers whom she couldn't even see without a hazmat suit and a shitload of paperwork .
"Okay ,so what's the plan? Sheva is already testifying in Chris's defense ",she finally said .
"That will only reduce or end a prison sentence .Until they find a cure,which could take years,he could still be stuck in isloation .Proabably forever ",Steve said .
"They wouldn't-"
"They have and they will .Look what they did to Piers,and Jake !",Sherry snapped,startling them .Claire frowned and looked away .
"I get it .There's achance we may have to get our hands dirty",she said .
"Likely we will .But we want to do this clean .We don't want them to know who did it",he said .Claire sat there,deep in thought .After a while,she finally spoke .
"I wanna speak to Ada Wong",she finally said .
"I think that can be arranged",Steve said and handed over his phone .
Piers was heaving over the toilet again, throwing up the sad excuse of a vaccine he was given for the C-virus .He wasn't alone, all of the infected were sick like him .
He use to be strong and fit, full of energy and able to harness adrenaline to carry him through anything .
Now he was so sick he felt like dying .
Clank of metal and he was reminded of his prosthetic arm in place of what he lost .And even after all this, Chris, his Captain, hadn't come to see him .
He was heartbroken, he was angry, but he coukd hardly blame Chris . The man was broken himself, like pieces of glass being stomped out on the pavement .
He threw the empty syringe across the floor .
He couldn't even kill himself because there was a chance he would become a complete monster .
Piers dragged himself back to his room and collapsed on the bed,the only one lect in the house because his mother and sister had to move away because he was 'infected' .
He turned on the television, turned to the news because even though he wanted to escape the world he lived in, the shell of a life he had, he could never do that .
His missing arm, disfigured veins could never let him forget .Besides, there were no mirrors in the house for a reason .
'Another outbreak has broken out in a New Jersey mall, but thanks to the efforts of the BSAA, the outbreak was contained .And now -
A knock on the door caught Pier's attention .
No one was allowed to see him without clearance and nobody ever came, except his parents .
When Piers opened the door, one of the BSAA agents guarding his house answered .In his hands was a box .
"Someone is looking out for you .Here ",he said .
"What is it? ",he asked, knowing that the guard thoroughly checked the package .
"Fruit basket, the kind with the nice fruit,edible arrangements .It's mostly apples though .Know I shouldn't be doin' this but I can vouch for how nasty those protein bars are ",he said .Piers chuckled and the guy did the same .
"I think we've all had to hit the toilet behind those before .Thanks",he said, smiling weakly .
"No prob .I'll be back around again ",he said
"Thanks ", Piers said again, grateful for something other than those protein bars and shakes he's been forced to consume .There was a high chance he would be throwing up but it was worth it .Besides, it was kinda an open secret that people that people had been sneaking him food anyway .It was good to know his fellow agents cared, but there was nothing they could do, as none of them were the pretentious pencil pushers that senteced him to this hell .
"Wait,just one thing . . . did you hear anything from the Captain?",Piers asked hopefully .
"No . . . far as I know,he's suppose to be on some top secret mission somewhere in Europe ,I wouldn't know what to tell ya' .I could go ask around if you like",he said .
"Alright .Just tell him I asked about him,okay?",he said .
"Will do ,soldier ",he said
As Piers went back to his home . . .prison, he began tearing at the box and immediately eating the fruit .First the grapes, grapes were best, than an apple .He ate what he could and took the basket to the refrigerator .
A piece of apple i hand, a white apple (they were the best . . .he would need to ask for more), he looked at the note on the basket .-
'From Ada, with love ',it said and he frowned .
'PS . . .it wws from Leon but he had to get it in sonehow .I added my own special touch,enjoy :)-
It made him feel better, to get things from people from the outside world .It let him know that he wasn't forgotten .
But nothing fron Chris .
And he didn't blame him .It was Piers's accident that drove him back to that dark place, taken his hope, dreams .
"I'm sorry ", he murmured . Because Piers knew that it was his irresponsibility that did this .He had saved Chris at the cost of himself and he wad glad he did it .
That was over a year ago before they locked him up like he was something inhuman (he was), like he had no rights (he didn't), none of the infected did .
Infected .
That was what they were called and given a name and number and stripped of everything they use to be .
That night when Piers went to sleep, he dreamed of an angel of darkness with slicked blonde hair and black shades that hid blue eyes that could stare into your soul .
He dreamed a beautiful nightmare where he was a spectator, a voyeur peering at a movie like a ghost watching the living, unable to move on .
In the dream, Chirs, his Captain , his Chris was being entertained by the lovely angel .
For a moment, it dawned o Piers that in this place and time, he was but a child and he had stopped believing in monsters .
Next year,the monsters would turn out to be the truth all along but they did not hide under beds but walked in daylight and wanted to eat your flesh .Piers missed the innocent monsters from under beds . . .
Deep blue curtains drifted away and he could see everything completely now .
. . ."You're mine, Christopher . . .am I yours? ",the angel of darkness said, a pale hand on Chris's shoulder, with a leather clad leg up on the desk .Intricate wings were traced on the back of the blonde's back .
"Yes ",Chris said, caressing that leather clad leg, rubbing his thigh as if he was possessed .
Chris was entranced, transfixed on the man in front of him .
This Chris, the one here, this Chris was younger .This was the Chris from the old photos and that one video he saw of a Christmas party from back in 1997 .
The one that reminded Piers of himself .
"Do you want me? ",he said,dragging a hand through Chris's hair .Chris's eyes were glazed over as he tilted his head up .
"Yes ",he said softly,an edge of desperation was i his voice .
"How badly do you want me? ",the man asked Chris .
"More than anything ",Chris said sliding his hands to the angel's hips, then his ass .Suddenly, he took his leg off the desk and leaned down to Chris's ear .
"Prove it ",he said, lips brushed against Chris's ear .Chris shut his eyes as if in ecstasy merely from his touch .Chris was pulled into a slow gentle kiss that deepened,hands roamed everywhere . It dragged on until they were breathless, their hair tosseld and their eyes were locked together
"Whatever you want . . .Captain . . .",Chris said .Those words struck a cord in Piers, reminding him of what use to be .A smirk and a chuckle and Captain Wesker slowly stood up straight .
"Al . . .say my name",he said teasingly .
"Albert",Chris said .
"Good boy',he said,caressing Chris's cheek .He put his knee up on the nearby desk and ran his finger gently down Chris's face .He traced the strong contours of his jaw, around his forehead, brush against his eyelashes, when his eyes fluttered .Finally, he traced his lips .
"I want you on your knees ", wesker finally said .The way he said it,that look in his eyes, mad Piers shudder .He understood it now . . .understood what had Chris so captivated .Wesker's very presence was just so . . .
There were no words now .Chris was down on one knee and Wesker unzipped his pants,grabbing Chris by the back of his head as he eagerly pulled the man's pants down to get his prize .
"Yes . . .that's good . . .do it like that ", Wesker breathed out . Piers couldn't see it, but the bobbing of Chris's head and the thrusting of Wesker's hisps gave everything away .Hands ran up and down Wesker's thighs, his waist and his ass ever so slowly .The way he was touching him was as if he was something precious, valuable .He was worshipping him .Wesker tightened his grip on Chris's hair .
The look of pleasure in his eyes was holding Piers captive as well and he could feel his blood racing .He wanted to worship him too .
Chris undid his own pants and started stroking himself as he eagerly worked on Wesker .Chris stood up, still stroking his lover,pleasuring him and himself .He released himself, he was getting too close and he wanted more .He grabbed Wesker by his now fallen hair that framed his face and head like a gold halo .Entranced be the sight Chris kissed him on the mouth .It was deep, intense, and when they broke away, Piers could feel Chris's high along with him .
Chris traced Wesker's swollen lips with two fingers .Breathlessly, he sucked on those two fingers, sending Chris a look that nearly made him lose himself then and there .Suddenly a hand reached Chris's neck, stopping him .
"I didn't tell you to stand ",Wesker's voice said lowly .Again hris obeyed his orsers, maintaing eye contact as he got on the floor .He got doen low, kissed his knee as if offering a silent apology and Wesker was satisfied .
He roughly gripp Chris by the back of his neck and shoved his face against his hip .
"Please me ",he commanded and Chris obeyed without question .
He took Wesker's length back in his mouth and slide down as fsr as he could .Then, slowly, Chris slid wet fingers between Wesker's cheeks . Wesker shuddered, grasped Chris tighter .He parted his legs as he stood, allowing Chris to gain entrance .Wesker hissed as two digits penetrated him, eagerly searching .
"Ah, god . . .",Wesker dragged out as Chris brushed against his prostate, Piers just knew from his reaction that that was happening .
Soon Chris was fucking Wesker with his fingers while taking as much down his thoat as he could .Wesker was fucking Chris in his mouth, obscuring his moans .Chris added another finger and a gasp was heard, then the last .it was as though Chris wanted to shove his gotdamn hand up there,and Wesker would let him, but it never happened . .Piers could see that Wesker waslost in pure ecstacy, his eyes glazed over, sweat starting to form slightly flushed skin . . .
His head thrown back in pleasure, his eyes fluttered for a moment before he trained his gaze toward the blue curtain .
"Come play with us",he said, caressing Chris's shoulders .Chris drew back for air,liquid clear white staining his lips .He continued working Wesker over with his fingers, taking in the sight of Wesker being pleasured .Then, he noticed too and his eyes gazed beyond the blue curtain .
"please . . .I need you " . . .
Piers shot up from his sleep shaken .
First off, he was sure that his sex drive was completely gone from the virus .Second off, Albert-fucking- Wesker was in his dreams .
Albert Wesker, that maniacal psychopath that broke Chris so thoroughly and put him back together with pieces of himself .Piers had merely heard rumors that they were fuck budies and nothing more . In Chris's own alcohol induced words 'My dirty secret was that I like to suck dick and Wesker's dirty secret was that he liked getting fucked, and that's all thre was to it .' .And just to prove a point Chris did in fact suck Piers off and even under influence he was damn good .
That's what started their torrid affair, a string of one night stands and hanging out whenever they were off .There was something starting to grow and then . . .
Then that mission in Edonia ruined everything .
He wanted to tell Chris about them, butthere was no time .He knew if Chris knew what they had he would never be allowed on a mission .The BSAA was his life, his calling . . .and he had to choose between that or Chris .
He wish he had chosen Chris .
But none of this had anything to do with that bizarre dream,that dream of that walking horror show, Wesker having sex with his Captain or the fact that they bothe beckoned him to join .
Piers had decided to let it be for the sake of his own sanity .The idea of his Captain loving such a monster was somethi g he couldn't handle .
Besides . . .it was all in his mind .Chris was better than that, Piers was sure of it .