Now you get along with me
I'm gonna make you mine and make you free
In the new world
Crap goes in, crap goes out
And it makes me scream, it makes me shout
In the new world
Rip it up and make it start
Carry it up and take my heart
In the new world
I'm lost in you, I'm lost in crowds
I fight for you, I'll say out loud
It's a new world
This is my world (burning, burning)
This is my world (burning, burning)
Ripped up life and ripped up pain
I'll take my time and make you sane
In the new world
This is my world (burning, burning)
This is my world (burning, burning)
I'll hope that system starts to change
We're born with love and born with rage
I'll hope that system starts to change
We're born with love and born with rage
Now you get along with me
I'm gonna make you mine and make you free
In the new world
Now you get along with me
I'm gonna make you mine and make you free
In the new world
This is my world (burning, burning)
This is my world (burning, burning)
This is my world (burning, burning)
This (burning, burning)
Is (burning, burning)
My world

Emigrate, "My World"


Note: Chris's POV is earlier than Wesker's and Robin's. His is still leading up to theirs. And the P32-B is now active, and has been since about the last chapter. Yeah, I probably am going to lose the few readers I have (thank you by the way), but I'm still posting this. If you hate Wesker with anyone/females, this chapter/fic probably isn't for you. I don't know why (maybe it has something to do with sleeping until 4-6 PM and going to bed at 7-9 AM), but this is nowhere near as good as "Jailbait" was. Oh well, it's better to write and have everyone hate it rather than not write at all.


Wesker's POV:

After administering another device into Robin, P32-A, should she become...uncooperative...I led her into the control room, debriefing her. She only watched me attentively, a student eager to learn from her teacher...

Chris's POV:

Krista led me through Australia's wildest land on a wild goose chase. She was definitely different from when we first met, but the entire time, I couldn't help but worry about Robin. Krista had to keep pointing things out to me, and she repeated herself often. It was really annoying. If Robin were with me, she would have smacked my head and told me to get my shit together. But if Robin were here, I wouldn't have been in such a stupor to begin with.

End of Chris's POV...

I looked at the ceiling, noticing all the little bumps and ridges. I was against the wall, thinking of little things, like how even though the ceiling was irregular and cracked, it still held itself together. The walls were broken, but they still supported the roof. Why couldn't it have been the same for us? True, keeping this from Chris was more than a little hurtle, but we could have gotten over it. He may not have known what I was hiding, but he did know I was hiding something from him. Wasn't that just like the wall? He had had faith in me...

But no, we took a wreaking-ball to the entire building, sending it crashing down in one movement. One secret led to him...Well, it was all my fault, but he could have at least waited to tell me it was over. The Chris I knew would have, but was he really the Chris in my head? The Chris I loved with all my heart? The Chris I would have done anything for? The Chris that held me in his arms and protected me from the world? The Chris that loved me? No, he wasn't that Chris, not anymore, but neither was I the same Robin...

"Get ready," Wesker barked, fixing his hair as he walked away to prepare for Chris's arrival.

I would have cried, had my tear ducts not been on overload from the emotional strain on my mind, "Wesker...You won't kill him, will you?"

He ignored me, shoving a battlesuit in my face, "Get dressed."

I looked at the black and white 'uniform' in my hands and asked him again, "You won't kill Chris, will you?"

He looked at me, brushing a strand of hair from the corner of my eye, "Not until he tastes utter defeat."

I forced a trembling smile, "Don't let me know..."

He moved to touch me, but I turned away and put on the clothing he had given me, my BSAA uniform in tatters at my feet, "Robin, this was your choice."

"Yeah, I know," I turned back to face him once the suit was on, "I also know that your merciless, but remember that you were human once, alright?"

"..." He looked at me, leaving no clues for his thoughts.

I left him standing there to do what he will with that, muttering to myself, "Practice huh? Sly moves to manipulate a heartbroken girl bent on revenge."

Chris's POV:

The mission was a bust, Chrome Springs was long since deserted and vacant. A ploy to lure Robin and me to Australia. Dead bodies lingered around, the times of death ranging from approximately one day to four years. I gaped at Krista, realizing what Robin had probably known the entire time. Krista was lying. I should have seen that coming. Robin still would have, were our roles reversed. I turned back to look at her, a large, pleading smile on her face, hand desperately clenched on her gun. She was ready to shoot me, pointblank.

"Chris, you have to understand...I've been alone for such a long time!" She took a step closer to me.

"So, you set this whole thing up?" I couldn't believe a single person was capable of something like this.

She frowned, "Don't hate me, I had to do something! You don't know what it's like, waking up alone, knowing that you'll be able to hold the one you love!"

I snorted, thinking back to my life before Robin, "I do."

"Then, you understand why I did it! I'm not a bad person..." Krista trialled off, closing the space between us, stopping just before I could disarm her.

"Jesus, call an escort!" Robin's voice echoed in my head, "Stupid tart!"

"You could have taken a personal. You're gorgeous, I'm sure guys would line up to meet you," I tried to dismiss the comments I could imagine Robin making.

She smiled, "You think I'm gorgeous?"

I nodded, trying to talk her down, "Why don't we go back to the station?"

She cocked the gun, "Oh, I'm afraid we can't do that. Sorry, but my boss will kill me if I let you go back there!"

I knew it, "Your boss?"

She smirked, her lips curling sinisterly over her teeth, "I bet you wanna know who it is."

I tried to make a non-committal comment, but instead I ended up saying ,"Who is it?"

She shrugged, "Can't say for sure. But, I can give you a hint on who it might be..."

"What kind of hint?" I knew that I wasn't going to like her answer before I asked.

"Come with me, and I'll tell you," She giggled like a schoolgirl talking about some celebrity crush.

"Never!" I realized it was her plan to separate us from the get go, "Where's Robin?"

She looked at me as if I had said something strange, "Oh, so you do want to see her again? Well, if you want her alive, I suggest that you come with me."

With a threat like that, I had to assume she was telling the truth, so I nodded, following her into the facility's living quarters.

End of Chris's Pov...

Everyone is born with great evil and great good, its just what you chose to do with it. I was raised to be good, and for most of my life, I thought that I was a good person. In just hours, after watching my life fall apart, I have to wonder about that. I barely have to stifle the kinder me to burn the bridges of my past, letting my old life die with a single flame. It burns, burns deep and scarlet as everything is erased, torn away as I descend not into darkness, but into the evil abiding its time in me, just like the good that is waiting, stagnantly, in one who is evil.

I am no longer good, but I'm not evil...