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Shattered Memories	By : FatalYaoi Category: +M through R > Resident Evil Views: 5096 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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.:Chapter 3:.
Stubborn
It had been endless hours since the two had begun their sweep of the mansion. The duo had only come across a select few zombies and they were easily taken care of by one of Wesker's neck breaking moves. In fact, Chris noticed that Wesker didn't use his gun at all as they stalked the halls and he assumed it was for ammo saving purposes. Chris was surprised to find that many of the back hallways of the mansion were lined with lit candles rather than scones. It surprised him more once the thought occurred to him that Wesker went and lit every single candle sometime before the sweep though he easily shrugged this thought off. The candles successfully cast an ominous glow through the halls and rooms they illuminated and even the darkened windows of the second floor couldn't sooth Chris into a sense of security- he still felt like something could climb through it anytime.
To Chris's astonishment, Wesker seemed more weary, even of the pathetically slow zombies that they encountered. It seemed the farther they got, the more cautious he became. By the time the two reached the third, and top, floor, the sun was beginning to rise and show through the window lined hallways, though the rooms were still lit with scones or candles due to the lack of windows. It wasn't until their second room on the third floor that voices sounded.
"Why did you save me?" Chris's voice came stern but he was sure Wesker could hear the simple confusion behind the words.
Wesker, who just opened the wardrobe of the room rather slowly to find it completely empty, closed the cabinet and turned on his heel.
"Do you understand why I don't allow you to ask questions?"
Chris, more than anything, wanted to punch Wesker. The way his tongue laced out the word allow was as if he was a child. Chris, even if he didn't have the upper hand, wasn't being controlled by Wesker.
Instead of acting violently, he merely shook his head.
"Simply, Christopher, I will lie to you unless I find the subject not worth lying about- such as the food I gave you yesterday. I didn't find it worth lying about when you know that I won't kill you. So, when you do decide to stupidly ask questions, rather than taking the time to lie, I just won't answer," Wesker spoke calmly with almost a hint of boredom behind his voice that Chris could clearly hear.
"In other words-" Wesker had just began to walk past Chris, who was standing in the doorway, when Chris began talking again causing Wesker to stop. "You not only don't want to kill me, but you don't want anything to happen to me at all-" Chris seemed to be referring to the fact that Wesker didn't poison his food rather than what Wesker had just really said.
Wesker chuckled faintly which gradually turned rather loud.
"Oh, Chris, how wrong you are. I want to kill you, don't get me wrong," Wesker said, shaking his head through trailing laughter.
"So do it then!" Chris stepped up to Wesker, his eyes intent and his voice stern. "You have the power, you have the resources- just kill me if you want me dead!"
"My want does not overcome my need," Wesker spoke sternly as well and the two seemed to linger, staring threateningly into each others eyes (though from Chris's perspective, he had to squint to see Wesker's through the sunglasses perched on the blonde's nose).
"So you have an actual plan, then?" Chris asked, his muscular arms folding across his chest.
Wesker tightened his lips, silence overtaking him. This scared Chris immensely and it was then that he knew his suspicions were right. Wesker didn't have a plan and they were simply camping out at an abandoned Umbrella Facility because it was the only thing Wesker could do.
"Time is of the essence," Wesker muttered, turning to his right and continuing out the door of the room.
"Of course it is," Chris breathed through a silent sigh and continued to follow.
Several minutes of silence went by. Wesker was straining his ears to listen to anything besides the two's footsteps while Chris was simply lost in thought. This was something that was becoming increasingly common for the brunette, yet he couldn't help blurt out the question that was nagging his mind clearly more than the rest.
"So what is it, then?"
Wesker stopped, both figures were in the middle of the hallway that was quickly coming to a roundabout where there were more rooms across from them. His hands were secured comfortably yet sternly behind his back and he didn't bother turning around fully, his head merely lazily looked over his shoulder.
"What are you asking, Christopher?" he asked in a huff, obviously getting weary of the constant questioning.
"What is your plan?"
Chris knew, very well, that Wesker would never tell him something like that (even if a plan existed). At this point, Chris found himself pushing Wesker on purpose to show that he hadn't given up fighting yet. They both knew that Chris was stubborn and giving up was something that wouldn't come for a long time, even while in the position he found himself in.
"Do you really believe I'm going to tell you something like that?" Wesker had continued walking but Chris found himself lost in a quick flash of a memory.
Darkness surrounded him though, somehow, he knew Sheva was there with him. The suspicion was confirmed when he heard footsteps and her voice distantly, but he couldn't understand what she was saying. It wasn't until Wesker's voice rang out in the darkness that he realized it was an actual memory and not what was happening around him.
"Why can't you understand, Chris?" A loud bang and to Chris's right, a large light flashed on. From the distance, Chris could only see Wesker's dark figure and the shine of his glasses. "Do you really believe the world is worth saving?" Wesker called. It occurred to Chris that perhaps Wesker couldn't see him. Chris watched the dark figure run directly past him at God-like speeds and another loud bang sounded from the darkness to Chris's left. Another light flashed on and Wesker saw him. "Humans have escaped this winnowing for far too long."
"I've got a rocket launcher!" Sheva's voice came from somewhere across the area they were in. Wesker looked around, most likely for her, and that's when a rocket shot from behind a large separator. Wesker caught it at the last moment- the rocket fiercely pushing to get through the few inches from his face. He held it off while it slowly drained of power and it wasn't until Sheva shouted again that Chris actually did something. "Shoot it! Shoot it now!"
Chris looked in his hand and found a handgun, completely loaded and ready to use. He raised it and shot without thinking and the rocket exploded, causing a large cloud of smoke to block the view of Wesker. Once the smoke cleared, Chris saw Wesker kneeling, attempting to recover from the blow. Sheva ran forward and rounded him, both arms securing around his shoulders and fighting to keep him still.
"Chris! Inject him!" Chris quickly began searching himself and found a covered syringe in one of his pant pockets. Realization hit with one quick read of the label-PG67A/W. He charged forward and pulled the protection from the needle before injecting it into Wesker.
Upon opening his eyes, Chris couldn't see anything through the stinging headache. His palm pressed relentlessly against his temple and he let a groan escape his lips as he realized he was on the ground. His vision slowly began returning to normal as he struggled to fight the headache plaguing him.
"That was certainly surprising," Chris strained his neck around to see Wesker sitting several feet away from him against a nearby wall. Chris looked at him in confusion as he realized they were still in the hallway. Wesker eyed him from behind his dark sunglasses and chuckled.
"Apparently, it was entertaining too?" Chris asked gruffly, slowly attempting to stand.
The moment Chris was on his feet, a dizzy spell hit him and he had to use the wall for support before sliding down and back into a sitting position. He sighed in annoyance and began prodding his temple with his forefinger, middle, and ring finger.
Wesker made a small 'hm' noise before speaking. "Yes, quite."
"I actually fell unconscious," Chris muttered in realization, his strong headache slowly subsiding.
"You did, Chris. Mind explaining why?"
The Redfield scoffed, almost releasing a laugh as he spoke. "I wish I knew."
"I assume it was from the accident," Wesker spoke before standing and taking a few steps to where Chris sat.
"Accident?" Chris blurted, blinking confusedly up at the blond.
Chris wished immediately that he could have taken that one word back. Wesker stopped and his head tilted to the right ever so slightly. His lips remained pursed which made Chris also wish that he could see the man's eyes- maybe he could tell what the man was thinking.
"Interesting." The word slipped with intent from Wesker's lips and Chris felt himself regretting his slip up even more.
All Chris could think about was getting away from Wesker, that's all that mattered. He didn't have time to question what sort of accident he had been in nor go over the lingering questions of his forgotten memories. He needed to stop questioning things he didn't know and try figuring a way out, he needed a plan.
Of course, Chris was never the type to have a plan. Most of the time, his superiors came up with plans for him and he followed them (most of the time). However, the few times where it was left up to him, he never bothered to stop and plan things out. Chris was always someone to follow his heart and if it had gotten him this far then maybe, just maybe, it could get him out of Wesker's grasp alive.
This was a risk that he wasn't willing to take. He needed a plan but he also needed time to think one up. Time was something that wasn't on his side, though, it didn't seem to be on Wesker's either so perhaps he could use that to his advantage.
Wesker stood in front of Chris, awaiting the man to stand up so they could finish sweeping out the third floor. Chris realized Wesker was waiting for him whilst he was in thought and immediately tried standing again. Lightheadedness didn't take over this time and he was able to stand successfully, though he did have one more question for the blond who continued walking down the hallway.
"How long was I unconscious for?"
"Several minutes. You were very vocal which leads me to believe that if there were infected on this floor, we would have been attacked by now," Wesker muttered, turning on his heel. "I suppose we should just-"
"What exactly did I say?" Chris asked, stopping as well.
"You said enough. As I was saying, we shouldn't waste our time continuing to search," Wesker strode past the angered brunette and down the nearest staircase. "I'll be taking you to the kitchen where you may fix yourself a meal-" Wesker spoke as Chris struggled to follow him. "I'll be in the laboratory, watching you. I expect us to be leaving the mansion within a few hours time."
"Wait, if we aren't going to be here for another full day, why did you bother spending the time walking through the whole place getting rid of all the zombies?" Chris asked as they reached the Great Hall on the first floor. Wesker stopped and a smile crept lightly on his lips.
"Simple enough, I wanted to see if you would involuntarily give any information about your memory problem and indeed you have," he said before he continued to walk through the Great Hall and into the Dining Room.
Chris, unwillingly, followed, full of self-hatred and anger. He should have known that Wesker would pick up something as obvious as him getting headaches anytime something even barely reminded him of anything from the past. Now that he had spoken while unconscious, he found himself wondering what he could have said. As far as he remembered, he didn't speak in the memory that he'd seen- so what could he have said out loud?
Wesker and Chris continued through the lit Dining Room and into the door at the end of the room that lead into a hallway which, subsequently led into the kitchen.
The kitchen looked like most of the other rooms in the mansion- ruined. The scones on the walls kept the room lit and it was large enough to hold big amounts of food. Chris guessed that came in use considering they were in the middle of Africa with little to no civilization for a good sixty plus miles all around. There was a broken down fridge in the corner, long rows of cupboards along the walls, a dusty stove, and two large sinks on either side of the room.
"I'll announce over the intercom system once I'm prepared to leave," Wesker turned on his heel but halfway out the doorway, he stopped and turned his head back at Chris. "Oh, and Chris, don't try to escape. Keep in mind that there are working cameras throughout the mansion and I would reach the Great Hall from the laboratory faster that it would take you to get to the end of this room from where I stand."
"What makes you so sure that I won't try? Why did you bother putting me in handcuffs and securing me around that bedpost before if you could watch me so closely?"
"Earlier today, I was actually working on something important. Something that I could not take my eyes off just to watch what you were doing. Now, I'm simply preparing everything so that we may leave accordingly. That, I am able to do easily while watching your every move," before Chris had a chance to reply, Wesker exited the room, leaving Chris alone.
Chris looked around the empty room, Wesker's footsteps still in earshot. He listened closely while he went towards the cupboard nearest him and opened it. He bent down to look under the counter and saw there were stacks of canned foods. He grabbed one of the bigger ones to find that it was canned fruit and immediately settled on that. His free hand began opening and closing drawers until he found an old can opener that he was able to use to pry open the lid on the can.
He didn't bother getting a fork and simply began picking out the pieces of pear that lay inside with his forefinger and thumb. He brought the piece to his lips and dropped it into his mouth, savoring the moist taste while thinking of the opportune moment to leave. At this point, he only had two choices- he could make a run for it now, no plan in mind, no food, no water, no civilization for miles, or he could go with Wesker and just continue to wait it out.
It was obvious what he was going to choose and the moment he chose, he downed the whole can of pears, drinking the juice as a way to hydrate himself from the long few hours of walking around the mansion, and began out of the kitchen. He didn't bother looking around the corners or walls while rushing through the hallway and into the dining room. He had to take his chance that Wesker hadn't reached the lab yet and if he had, that he wasn't watching.
He quickened his step to a slight run (ignoring the extremely subtle pain he felt in his shoulder and leg), dashing past the fallen and misplaced chairs. He got through the double doors and into the Great Hall before bolting towards the entrance to the mansion. He pushed both doors and found it difficult to contain the joy that bolted through him once they both opened with ease.
Chris began through the doorway just before he felt pressure on his shoulder causing him to stop. It took him a long moment before he realized what had stopped him was a hand and it held a firm grip on his recuperating shoulder. It squeezed viciously, causing Chris to attempt to yank away though, despite his attempt, he was unable to pull from the grasp.
"I warned you not to try," Wesker spoke threateningly.
"-and I told you I wasn't going to stop trying," Chris said moments before being pulled inside roughly.
Chris was easily flung backwards by Wesker's pure force and didn't have time to catch himself as he fell in front of the Great Hall stairs. He struggled to get up and, unfortunately, was already being thrown against the wall beside the entrance to the Dining Room by the time he stood.
"Oh how I'm glad you decided to attempt an escape," Wesker taunted, a smirk implanted on his lips as Chris felt his bruised back suddenly begin hurting again from the impact on the wall.
"Just so you can prove that you're still in control, right Wesker?" Chris called back in huffs, before bolting towards the open door that lead outside the mansion.
Wesker blocked him so fast that Chris completely ran into him, stumbling back slightly before Wesker grabbed hold of the man's neck. Wesker easily raised Chris from the ground, both men face-to-face as he seemed to examine the wounds on Chris as he slowly tightened his grip- playfully.
This was nothing but playtime to Wesker and Chris found himself in a cat and mouse situation.
"Interesting," Wesker muttered, his eyes flashing over Chris's bruised cheek and healing lip.
Chris, however, was writhing in Wesker's grip. Both hands were trying to pry the blonde's strong grip from around his neck yet he was unable due to the power imbalance between the two. He gagged painfully, gasping relentlessly for air he couldn't grasp.
Wesker shrugged, turned on his heel, and tossed him in front of the staircase again. This time, however, Chris found himself on his back, sliding to a halt in front of the bottom step while gasping hoarsely for air. His back stung with shocks of pain from bruised skin and it painfully worsened when he coughed roughly and found himself on his side, yet again trying to get up.
"Chris, I do believe it to be in your best interest for you to stop trying. You seem to know that I won't be killing you anytime soon, yet you proceed to flee at any given chance," Wesker said, his gloved hand moving in response to several of his words.
"What the hell do you need me for?" Chris shouted hoarsely, his right hand rubbing at his neck where he could already feel bruises forming.
"You'll see soon enough. I'm curious-" Wesker spoke, walking towards Chris while he slowly stepped backwards against the stairs. "-What do you remember?"
Chris smirked through the pain. "I remember enough. What does it matter? I'll be dead in a few days as it is," Chris muttered, his smirk falling and his head turning to the side.
"Oh, Chris," Wesker began, stopping in front of the man. He put a gloved hand to Chris's chin and turned his head so he could look at him. "You can only hope, can't you?"

Chris had found himself locked, yet again, with the pair of handcuffs. However, this time, he was sitting on the stairs with his left hand cuffed to the stair railing. As much as he tried to pull, the railing itself stood firm and he soon gave up. His orders were to sit and wait for Wesker to return for they were to be leaving within several hours. This put him on high alert and he had looked for every possible way out of the situation.
However, at the moment, he found himself staring longingly and hopelessly at the entrance of the mansion, wishing to be beyond those double doors. He wouldn't lie to himself and say that he was close to escaping, he wasn't. He didn't really know if he ever would be. Perhaps Wesker was right, Chris would get tired of trying. Despite how much Chris looked, he rarely had opportunities to escape but when they came, Wesker always intercepted them.
It occurred to Chris earlier that maybe Wesker set it up that way but Chris still found himself trying. Even when it was obvious that Wesker wanted him to attempt an escape, Chris still tried. When put into the position where he was forced to sit in silence, he found himself thinking rationally and would often over think things. However, put him into a situation where freedom is lingering just beyond a doorway or just beyond his reach, all rationality seems to die and he doesn't bother thinking about anything.
Wesker, however, was always calm. He always thinks about things before taking action and, even then, his extensive thought process seems to always exceed Chris's expectations. Wesker was always someone to go over-the-top in his plans, even when it came to simple things.
Chris sat in pure silence, his head leaning against the railing while his left hand draped over it lazily, unable to pull from it. The brunette had been waiting there for countless hours and he found himself growing less hopeful of escaping as time passed. Wesker wasn't stupid and the only way he would leave Chris unattended was if Chris was handcuffed or if Wesker knew he would be able to catch Chris.
A thought crossed Chris's mind that he should do something unexpected, but like what? Wesker kept saying that he was running out of time, which meant so was Chris. If he was going to start planning things out, now would be the time since he internally knew he probably wouldn't be able to later. What was he suppose to do, though?
"I do believe I'm ready to depart, Christopher," Chris looked up to see Wesker rounding the staircase from his left.
Wesker held a large black bag in his left hand and a small remote in his right. Chris assumed the bag held the files Wesker was able to recover and, most likely, the small black bag that Chris had seen Wesker pulling from one of the mansion safes. Wesker set down the bag at his feet and used his free hand to retrieve a key from his pocket. He unlocked the handcuff secured to the railing first before unlocking the metallic ring from Chris's wrist.
"Go out to the car," Wesker instructed, slipping the key into his pocket while Chris began towards the double doors.
Wesker bent down and grabbed the bag at his feet. He strode behind Chris until they reached the doorway, which Chris opened with a heavy nudge of both doors. Chris had to keep his head down, the brightness of walking into the sun made him strain his eyes despite most of the sunlight being blocked from the tall trees. Chris strutted across the path that led back through the open gate where the car sat.
"Into the passenger seat," Wesker muttered, walking towards the driver's side. Chris obeyed, unwillingly, and he found himself in the passenger's seat while Wesker placed the bag into the backseat. Chris wasn't surprised to see that the briefcase Wesker had in Chris's place several days beforehand was no longer there yet he still found himself questioning where Wesker had put it.
Chris didn't bother putting on his seatbelt as Wesker situated himself into the driver's seat and started the car with keys he had pulled out of his pocket.
"Should I bother sedating you?" Wesker asked casually, leaning back in his seat and giving a side glance to Chris. "I'd rather not waste the serum and it would be such a shame-"
"I won't do anything," Chris spoke gruffly yet quietly and his head immediately went to the window to his right, his eyes gazing over their surrounding.
"Oh? How can I be so sure?"
Chris sighed. Wesker was pushing him purposely and it was working.
"There would be no point in trying anything; you can easily overpower me," Chris muttered, not removing his gaze from the window.
"Good, as long as you keep that in mind, I won't have to waste a sedative," Wesker spoke as he began backing the car from its position and turning it around. The device he had carried in his opposite hand of the black bag was sitting on the dashboard and it wasn't for a good few hours that he even paid any attention to it.
By that time, the sun was already setting and Chris could see the thicket clearing into an open savannah. Wesker stopped the car about half a mile away from the edge of the thicket and pulled the device into his palm. He smirked, pressed it, and sped away from the wood. Chris sat and stared at the device Wesker tossed back onto the dashboard but before he was given a chance to question it, a large explosion from behind them pulled his attention. Chris jumped slightly and he looked in the side mirror outside of his window. All he could really see through the smoke were the trees on the outskirts of the thicket, fallen and burning. Chris sighed shakily and sunk backward into his seat.
This was going to be a long and quiet trip, Chris could feel it.
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