Serpentine love's thighs wrap around me in search for death
Drenched in blood the adored and beloved will give in to'
Love in cold blood
Breathe me in sweet suffering
Love in cold blood
Put me out of my misery
Love's feline eyes in darkness shine on her web
Demonised with divine insight we draw our last breath
Darling take me home
To the castle made of skulls and bones
Sing me a song to remind me where I belong
In your arms, my love, in cold blood
H.I.M., "Love In Cold Blood"
A little late, again, but this fic is rated M for sexual content, laguage, blood, gore, zombie violence, being based off a M-rated game, stuff like that. Ok, a small moment of fangirlness: ZOMG! I can not wait for the next movie! I love both the films and the games, so there! And is it just me, or wouldn't it be super sexy to hear Wesker say "debauchery"? Ok, I'm done, I swear. This chapter may be very depressing, at least I tried to make it that way. I suck a writting really depressing stuff, so if anyone has any tips, advice, or ideas, I'd be grateful! R&R.
Wesker's POV:
After my failure with Jill, I had come to realize something: the controlling agent wasn't strong enough to completely overwhelm its host. In Russia, after modifying and perfecting P30 and having the tyrant Assault Symbiotic Hybrid infect her, I had injected the newly developed P32-B into Robin Burton. The P32-B was stronger than P30 and was continually injected on the inside, via a smaller device located inside her body. It came in two forms: form B was closer to the original wherein it only clouded the specimen's mind; form A would completely render the subject an empty slate.
Jill had been under my control, and yet her feelings for Chris had overpowered the drug enough for him to remove the device. Making the device next to impossible to remove and making her hate Chris enough to willingly help me, that would guarantee my success. However, that would require years of observation and conditioning. I would have to observe them in their personal lives, gathering Intel on how to best divide them. Once divided, I would have to convince Jill to join me, a task I foresee being rather...Difficult. Once she was in place, we would have a little get together with Chris...
A month later...
It has come to my attention that Jill is not the most important one to Chris: It was a girl, the one Excella claimed to be her half-sister. At first I dismissed her, knowing that Chris's self-righteousness would never let him engage in such debauchery. I was mistaken. Immediately, I altered the plan to center around this girl instead.
I saw that additional steps would be required, so I set up Russia and the events surrounding it. After working with another, then unknown company, I was ready to unleash the new tyrant A.S.H., which uses two bodies in place of a single entity. Infection was required to both attain the girl and to prepare her for the next stages of my plan. After the initial operation, in which I would administer the inactive device and both internal and external monitoring, I would fake yet another demise and observe the next few years before entering the final stages of my plan.
End of Wesker's POV...
I followed Chris back outside Krista's shelter. However, it was not the mission on either of our minds. It was Krista and what she had asked. Of course things were great between us in the bedroom, and we trusted each other with our lives, but the fact remained that I was keeping a secret. I don't know how much Chris knew, but he was certain I was keeping something from him. I wished we could have dealt with it later, but I knew that if we ignored it now, there might might not be a later.
I looked at him guiltily, not daring more than that, "It's true...I have been keeping something from you."
He smiled, actually smiled, and he held my shoulders, rubbing them, "I know."
I blinked stupidly at him, "You do? Why didn't you ever ask?"
"This was something I wanted you to tell me when you were ready to," He shrugged, caring more than he appeared to.
About two years ago...
I sat on the toilet, praying that I was just sick as I peed on the little white stick. I set it on the counter after flushing the toilet, reading the box that was propped up as I washed my hands. The box said wait ten to twenty minutes for the results, the test would beep twice when done. I sighed, thinking back to how this had happened.
"Stupid Chris..." I had to say it, even though I had no reason to.
I had the kind of luck that would knock up a girl on her first time, protection or not. And stupid, horny us used none. You would think we would be smart enough to, considering what we did for a living, but we did not. We never even talked about it. Either way, it was too late to bring it up now.
I groaned, wondering how to dispose of the evidence. If my father saw it, he would ask my mother if it was her's, and once she said no, he would kill me after killing Chris. If my mother saw it, she'd probably tell my father. It my sisters saw it, they'd most likely tell our parents. If Chris found it...I'm actually not sure what he would do.
Beep. Beep. The test startled me, I was so wrapped up in my thoughts. I looked at it in horror, not yet gazing at the result. I took a deep breath and collected myself before reading the result, either yes or no. It was...Yes.
Fuck. I wasn't really that surprised, what with the number of times we've done it and my luck, but actually knowing that something was in there...
Four-five weeks later...
I laid in bed, crying on my pillow. I never imagined I could hurt so much. My heart was breaking, shattering into splinters. The sun would never shine again, the moon never wax or wane as the world froze in vast blackness, void of all hope and divinity. The life that had been growing in me was gone. Snuffed out before anyone could know. If anyone would have known, I still might...
"Why? Why did I have to go?" I couldn't believe I was dumb enough to actually go on a mission by myself.
I went alone, sustaining a single injury. The life of my baby. Eggy. I wasn't sure I even wanted to keep it, but I certainly didn't want to kill it...
Australia...
I fell to my knees, never once saying any of this out loud. I started crying half-way through my narrative, so even if I could have looked at Chris, I wouldn't have been able to see him. I didn't deserve to, keeping something like this a secret for so long.
"I found the box one day, and your pills..." His voice was choked, cracked, and dry.
I wiped my eyes, "That was another box. I thought that maybe for a second time...But it was a false alarm. I started taking them after that."
"Why didn't you tell me?" I could not tell what was exactly upsetting him, but I was fairly sure it was all of it.
"I don't know. I was stupid. Scared. I know that's no excuse..." I wanted to disappear.
He helped me up, "I don't know if we can finish this mission together."
That hurt me worse than anything else he, or anyone else for that matter, had ever said to me, "Chris..."
"I'm sorry." He walked away, leaving me to stand there like an idiot.
Chris's POV:
I don't know what hurt worse: The fact that Robin kept something like this from me, or the fact that I never knew I was going to be a father until now. I had never told her this, but I wanted to marry her and start a family. Robin was still too young to do that to her, make her a bride or a mother, she had too much life in her to stay at home. I had no objections being a stay at home father, but I know that she wasn't the type who would leave her children for the world. But I also thought that she wasn't the type to keep something like that either...
