Warning: Mention of Male/Male- all in good humor though =)
Disclaimer: All characters, settings, and diabolical plans in this piece of fiction belong to Capcom.
Authors Note: If you're over 18 (although I'm sure if you're not you've seen worse things then this), I would google the 'Great American Challenge' and look at the first image, to sort of get the idea of where this chapter came from. Word of advice, don't go into a sex shop with a Lesbian who loves Resident Evil. Bad things happen...
Journal Entry 1997
Dear Diary…
Trust is hard to gain, but easy to lose.
I found that out today, but in a manner that would leave me shaken to my very hard and powerful core.
Over the past year I have been working hard to train my Alpha STARS team to peak performance material, wanting them to do their best after the nightmares Umbrella and myself have planned for them begin to take form in a glorious and almost godly power. But getting to know my members has been a challenge in and of itself. Being the Captain and a man of power leaves all of my minions wary of getting to know me. But it does not deter them from speaking out and being general pains in ones ass.
No more is this evident than in Christopher, who feels a need to challenge me in everything I say or do. Even when it comes down to which coffee shop Barry will be buying the morning coffee from. Chris does not seem to understand that regular coffee is disgusting and not fit for my superior taste buds.
Really, American's can be so simple. It would be endearing if it weren't so infuriating.
In any case, I felt a need to fully control Chris and prevent him from thinking he was anything but a STARS member, under direct control of me. Through some observant skills I realized that Chris had what one would call… a man crush on me. It's always the ones with the hard exterior that really just want a man to tame them into submission. Finding this highly amusing as well as incredibly useful, I decided to use this to my advantage. Apparently challenging me at every turn and calling me an 'uptight controlling freak of nature that can't possibly have come from something human' was his way of flirting with me. Despite this, he still manages to do well on the STARS team and he works well with the other members… surprising, I know.
Anyways, to elaborate further on my store of being completely violated in a way I would never like to repeat.
After a few weeks of knowing Chris' lust for me, I decided to act upon said feelings in a way that would personally benefit me. I am not averse to using my sexuality and dangerous good looks to further my plans (and that of Umbrellas, I suppose…). So last night I decided to invite him out for drinks, using the excuse that I needed to get to know him better with a little relaxed chatting. Of course he eagerly agreed… but not before looking at me like I had just broke out into a fit, mind you.
So we went down to the local establishment and sat down for a round of drinking. I had pegged Redfield as a hard beer type of man, but he ordered an Appletini. After getting over the shock of how absolutely stupid the name of the drink was, I then had to gather myself for the fact that he had ordered what one would presumably call a 'girls drink'. No matter to me though, it was made from a hard liquor concoction that would hopefully render him into a drunk stupor after a few of them were ingested.
We spoke for a while, and Chris told me about his first College girlfriend and how her parents hated that she was dating such a rebel (this was the moment where I almost killed myself by choking on my drink. How sad, my plans never coming to fruition because of an untimely death by drowning in a drink), and then as the evening progressed started to speak of how he loved how you could see through glass…
I took the opportunity for what it was and invited him back to my place. After all, he couldn't possibly drive home in the condition he was in, especially as a member of STARS. Besides, I lived so conveniently close…
He agreed, and I lead him back to my place, trying to figure out exactly how I was going to go about my plans of seduction without making myself enjoy it. Enjoyment of sex is for the weak and the animals. Both of which Chris is, thankfully. If I could get him to enjoy his time (and remember it) then I could have him in the palm of my hand, able to control him to the extent that I do so desperately crave. Maybe he would stop arguing with me about the coffee.
I thought that I would just stroke him a few times and then let him grope me if he so pleased. That would be enough to get him off and me in utter control.
How naive I was.
When we returned to my apartment, I turned the lights on and let Chris stumble in. I closed the door quickly; not wanting to wake anyone in the hallway, because Chris had started to sing what he thought was an Irish Drinking Song. In all actuality it was a pop tune from a famous girl band… something along the lines of the 'Spice Girls'? In any case, while he was standing up after taking off his shoes, I went in for the kill and pressed myself up against his back, hoping he would get the drift.
He replied with a soft grunt before beginning to sing again.
I knew he was clueless, but I didn't know how far it actually went. I was starting to feel sorry for his ex-girlfriend from College.
He then turned around and asked where the living room was and if my couch was going to be big enough for him. The effects of the alcohol seemed to be wearing off (Do steroids destroy alcohol at a faster rate? Note to self: Investigate further). I decided that I would have to be faster and more direct if things were going to go as they should and decided to kiss him roughly while grabbing his ass. People seem to like that sort of thing.
In any case, he responded (Who would really resist me) and things progressed into the bedroom. I thought of things like my newest training regiments for Alpha Team, and how I had run out of sunglass cleaner before I realized that Chris was trying to get his pants off. Rolling my eyes I helped him with the task before freezing completely.
I would soon realize that the life I had called mundane and explainable would be completely thrown off its hinges.
His penis was enormous. If I hadn't seen it attached to his body, I would have tossed it all up to being something fake and placed in his pants as a practical joke. Numerous things ran through my head, mostly questions of how does a human body create something so large, what is the genetic reasoning behind it, and how does it hide it so well in his pants?
In the middle of my musing as well as horror, Chris began to suspect something was amiss and grinned up at me… and then said this.
'Aren't you amazed by the Great American Challenge? Think you can take it, Brit?'
He has named it.
HE NAMED HIS PENIS.
For the second time that night, I felt terribly sorry for his ex-girlfriend.
I was sent into absolute shock at the entire situation, something I despised. I had let my guard down, something that was not easy to accomplish, and had said guard broken down by Chris of all people. I was absolutely furious at how this had been managed. Looking back, I feel that the only reason why my control had been broken was because of a giant penis, something that would frighten most people, and it was (or is) something completely ridiculous. I should be laughing… but I can't. Why?
Well, I don't want to think further upon what I had to do last night, but let us just say that no man should be laughing. But I had to complete my mission, even if it meant destroying my very foundation for a night. At least Chris left early in the morning to get ready for another day at work leaving me a morning of reflection and time to obliterate the night from my mind. It worked well until I decided to write it all down… blast.
It wasn't all for nothing though. For this morning there was no argument over the coffee that we were to drink, and not one snide remark out of Chris' mouth. I should be proud that I was able to tame what he calls a 'rebel', but at what cost?
-Albert Wesker
Next Time... The Mansion Incident- 1998
