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Shattered Memories	By : FatalYaoi Category: +M through R > Resident Evil Views: 5098 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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.:Chapter 4:.
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Even as night fell, Chris was unable to sleep. A mix of lack of trust for Wesker and worry clouded his thoughts and thus, sleep did not partake. His gaze fell out of the clear window, the dark beyond showing nothing but a lusty shade of black and low silhouettes of various plants. A quiet sigh escaped his lips and his head positioned onto his palm while his elbow rested on the armrest connected to the door.
Chris had felt himself debated for long, silent hours whether or not he should ask Wesker what the outcome was of his partners. He almost laughed sardonically at the thought. Chris couldn't possibly see Wesker telling the truth but knowing Wesker (which was something Chris prided himself of- how much he knew his ex-Captain), he would only lie if it benefited him. If anything, it would benefit him to tell the truth- depending on what the truth was. Chris had already figured out that he cared much more for what happened to Sheva and Jill over what was happening to him and if he found out they were alive, he would feel more at ease with his situation. However, if they hadn't made it-
Chris had stopped at the thought. He wasn't about to figure out what he would do if Jill and Sheva weren't alive. The amount of dread he had felt for the years when everyone assumed Jill was dead- it was unbearable. He felt somewhere that she had to have been alive but everyone assumed he was just in denial. Unfortunately, this time he had no feelings besides the full worry and panic that swept him. Chris had felt his priorities switch from escaping, to his partners' whereabouts whilst waiting in the Great Hall a day beforehand and it was slowly overtaking him now.
Earlier in the day, he wondered if it was a sign that he was breaking as well- the time when he completely disregarded himself in full worry of whether or not his partners were okay. This was a thought he never had the chance to explore because an immediate defense of 'why should I worry, Jill and Sheva and both take care of themselves' seemed to come into play. He convinced himself that is what kept him assuming they were fine for however long he had been captured and seemed to completely forget the thought of him breaking, though, the thought seemed to arise again.
Chris told himself over and over that even though Sheva and Jill can take care of themselves, he had gone too long without hearing from them and that is what made the sudden priority change. Chris Redfield was a strong person and a few days of being captured, even by Wesker, would do nothing. True, he did feel himself slipping from thoughts of escaping but, again, he found himself blaming his worry of his partners.
"Are they alive?"
The three spoken words had meant to come out in a strong voice, not in a mumble. They were meant to come out with power behind them, not worry. Those three words were laced with Chris's emotions and he could almost see, without looking, the smirk that replaced Wesker's blank expression.
"Do you trust me to tell the truth, Chris?"
There was no chuckling behind Wesker's words. It was, to Chris's surprise, just a question.
"Maybe. Whichever the answer is, you get benefited. I don't see why you would lie," Chris muttered, his gaze still at the window.
"Oh really?" Wesker's voice sounded honestly intrigued. "How would it benefit me if I told you they were alive?"
Chris stayed silent a moment but, eventually, let out a sigh. He shifted his position, pulling his head from the comfortable position on his palm and let his arm rest on the door while his head leaned against the door frame.
"If I find out what happened to them, I won't care as much about getting away and-"
"As much as I believe that, Chris, I simply don't know if they're both alive," Wesker replied, cutting Chris off completely.
"You didn't kill them?" Chris asked in surprise.
"Jill wasn't present during the accident, Chris. I didn't have a chance to try," Wesker spoke with a distant, low chuckle following.
"-and Sheva?"
"She was, indeed, there but I do believe I recall her simply unconscious. She was alive but what came of her, I do not know," Wesker replied.
Chris could feel his heart pounding in his chest and if Wesker had the type of hearing Chris assumed the man had, then he could probably hear it through the silence. Chris's breath became shaky and for the first time since he had awoken in the very car he sat just days ago, he felt relieved. It was true, he didn't know fore sure whether or not either of them were okay but if Sheva survived through the accident (whatever type of accident it was) and Jill wasn't around- he felt there was a higher probability they were alive.
Chris sank back into the passenger seat, his head resting on the head rest in ease and he felt a smile creep onto his lips. True, he didn't know for sure whether or not they were alive, but knowing Sheva most likely made it out alive, even unconscious, helped. The last he remembered talking to Jill, he had expected her to send help, maybe backup or even a getaway option- if that was the case, maybe Jill had saved Sheva? It couldn't have been that far of a long shot. He was sure Jill would easily be able to track Sheva but he wasn't completely positive- just enough to settle his nerves for the time being and maybe even cause him to relax as much as his lack of trust for Wesker would allow him.
"Does it really matter that much?" Chris sat up straight at Wesker's question.
"Yes, of course. They're my partners- I know you could probably never understand something like loyalty and caring but as a human being, I can't just kill anyone who I get too close to," Chris snapped, his arms crossing over the front of his chest.
"Ah, so you remember that much do you? Excella really was without a chance, was she not?" Wesker asked rather proudly. Chris scoffed.
Chris, in reality, hadn't remembered a thing. In fact, he had only assumed Wesker killed Excella because that was just how Wesker was. He was more speaking about his former days in S.T.A.R.S and the night Wesker had betrayed the entire team. Chris tried comparing the man sitting next to him to the man he knew oh-so long ago but he couldn't find the heart to. He knew, somewhere deep down, that it was the same man who was behind everything yet all the missions they had gone through together, the trust built, and even the evolving friendship was just too hard to forget. His S.T.A.R.S. years was one of his best memories and he knew, though would easily deny it, that it was half due to Wesker (The other half belonged to Jill, of course).
Chris never bothered replying but instead, fought to keep awake as the coming hours of night and silence began lulling him into an unwanted sleep. He found himself almost constantly changing positions- going from leaning on his arm to sitting up straight and even putting both hands behind his head just to keep himself moving, but nothing seemed to work and he found himself asleep with his head against the window. He was only awoken when he felt the familiarity of the moving bumpy terrain cease and the humming of the jeep turn silent.
Chris slowly lifted his head from the window and found the car stopped, dawn breaking just enough to see his surroundings. They were stopped in front of another mine and, if Chris could guess, it might have been the same one they visited a mere few days ago. Chris looked to the driver's seat to find it empty but a quiet shuffling caused Chris to twist in his seat to look in the back seat. With a needle in his arm and a fist gripped tightly around the syringe, Wesker looked up. Chris looked from the syringe to Wesker and, even in his tired state, it hit him.
"That's what's been keeping you at full power," Chris muttered slowly.
"Not quite, Christopher," Wesker replied, pulling the needle from his arm. He set the syringe back into the suitcase and pulled another syringe from it, sliding that needle into the spot the previous one had just been.
"J-Jill! Are you alright?" Chris's voice rang out in his head as images flashed before him. He saw Jill's moving video on his PDA in his palm as she began to speak.
"I'm fine! Don't worry about me. Just listen carefully there's something I need to tell you," Chris felt Sheva lean over his shoulder but his eyes kept on Jill. "Wesker's superhuman strength, it comes from a virus but the virus is unstable. In order to maintain a balance, he must inject himself regularly with a serum," Chris kept quiet as Sheva spoke.
"So if we cut the supply of serum, he loses his strength."
"Affirmative," Jill assured.
Chris yelled out in pain, both hands going to his head and his torso falling against his knees as he bent forward in his seat. He came to and a splitting headache had yet again arisen and was tormenting him. His eyes were closed tightly in pure throbs of pain and his hands were gripped tightly at the sides of his head, as if trying to keep it from exploding.
"It seems you've remembered yet another one of your little-" he paused, "- forgotten memories," Wesker said from somewhere beside him. Chris internally assumed he had finished injecting himself and was now back in the driver's seat, simply watching Chris's agony.
Chris stayed in his half-fetal position for what seemed like years. His head was still throbbing painfully yet as the pain slowly subsided, he realized Wesker was simply watching rather than driving. In fact, the car was still shut off. Chris sat up, painfully slow, a hand still gripping at the right side of his head as he looked around through squinted eyes, the powerful sun practically sending him into another pain spell.
"Did I say anything that time?" Chris muttered wearily, distantly glancing at the man beside him. To his surprise, Wesker replied.
"You did."
This worried Chris considering he had actually spoken during that memory and there was a large chance he had quoted everything his memory said. What worried him the most was the fact that he spoke whilst remembering things- even when he didn't speak in the memory. It was beginning to make him uneasy that he didn't actually know what he was saying and found himself wishing Wesker was more cooperative- but he simply internally laughed at the thought.
"Has the pain subsided?"
Chris blinked in surprise before questioning him back.
"Why?" He asked roughly, his hand lightly massaging his temple.
"We have quite a travel ahead of us and I'd rather not have to carry you. Again, mind you," Wesker spoke, annoyance lacing his voice and an agitated sigh lingering at the end of the sentence- Chris's constant questioning was most likely getting to him.
"Yeah, I guess it has," Chris lied, his hand lowering from his head unwillingly.
"Might as well begin, then," Wesker said, opening his car door and stepping out. Once out, he straightened himself and Chris noticed the attaché case in his left hand as he closed the door. Chris also slid from the car and kicked the door closed, his mind wandering to why they would possibly be going back into the mine that Wesker had already checked. His thoughts were automatically interrupted by the scorching heat that was now pouring over his sore and tired body- pain and discomfort seemed to erupt and spread through him like a plague and he immediately wanted into the shade of the awaiting mine.
"Step inside. There's a lantern at the foot of the entrance that we'll be using," Wesker commanded, rounding the car as Chris obeyed and, gladly, crossed the entrance of the mine.
The inside was rather damp and the air was heavy, even just being a few feet from the entrance, Chris found himself taking deeper breaths. The walls were all lined with shiny rocks and from what Chris could see from his position, the mine went down where, most likely, caves awaited them. He spotted the flickering lantern at his feet and picked it up, holding it up in unsuccessful attempts at seeing past a few feet beyond the shadowed sunlight. With the lantern held up, he was able to see the mine cart tracks clearly that started several feet in front of the entrance. They led deep into the darkness and he would have guessed they would be following those tracks for a long while.
When Chris heard Wesker's footsteps behind him, he began walking forward into the darkness beyond. Chris wasn't paying attention when a sudden drop in the terrain caused him to trip forward and thus, stumble farther down the mine. He caught himself more than several feet in front of a still Wesker who, found it oddly funny that Chris had almost fallen forward. Chris straightened and looked back at Wesker who stood towering above him by several feet. The drop Chris had fallen down was steep yet the mine cart tracks followed them, continuing forward and vanishing into the darkness that the lantern was unable to light. Wesker slid down, rather skillfully, to where Chris stood waiting- a smirk firmly planted on his face. Chris sighed discontentedly and continued through the darkness that parted for the light that was the flickering lantern.
The two walked, carefully trudging along the straight path that, every once and a while, took a sharp turn to the left or right. Chris didn't have another tripping incident, luckily, and was happy once the ground stopped descending and rather than sweating, he found himself feeling chilly.
"I wouldn't be surprised if this was another one of Umbrella's old laboratories," Chris muttered in the silence after several hours of just walking through the darkness, the rocky mine cart trail still underneath their feet. The further they got, Chris noticed, the mine seemed to get damper. In fact, he was now noticing there were large drips of water coming from the ceiling above them and he wondered what could be above them when they were miles down and in the middle of the Savannah.
"Then you just might be astonished," Wesker retorted, his gaze falling on the surrounding walls, his shaded eyes glowing in the lingering darkness behind Chris.
Hours passed in a bad combination of quickly and slowly- Chris didn't know what time of day it was but guessed, blindly, that it was around mid-day at least by the time the tunnel began expanding out. Chris was surprised to see that the tunnel didn't branch out into other tunnels and have multiple entrances or possibly other mining spots- it was a single tunnel leading to an open area ahead that was beyond site of the lantern. Chris sighed heavily, the heavy air vanishing and he found himself full of breath as they continued to walk.
Several steps in and Chris found himself inhaling deep breaths of fresh air and a distant noise sounded of running water. This surprised him because they hadn't gotten to any inclines recently and, as far as he knew, they were deep underground still. Another few steps and he began feeling a cool breeze on his already chilled face while the walls spread farther apart to the point where he could see neither one of them in the glow of the lantern. Another couple of steps and he stopped fully when Wesker's feet were no longer heard behind him. He turned on his heel to look around and saw that Wesker had gone.
He heard a low noise from quite a distance away and, turning into that direction, he saw a little glimmer of a flame. It illuminated Wesker's face ever so slightly as he brought it up and lit a torch that was mounted on the wall. Once lit, the flame seemed to spread out and illuminate almost the entire corner that it sat in. With the first torch lit, Chris was able to see a select area around where the torch sat and as Wesker went to each one, slowly, the place began lighting up.
First, Chris noticed the sparkling water through the shadows. Then, as each torch lit up, he was able to see the full beauty of the scene in front of him. There was a fairly large pond, easily compared to a small lake, several feet away from the wall. In fact, Chris was standing just inches away from the water's edge while Wesker was rounding the water to return to him. A small waterfall was flowing water from a large wall of rocks that lead rather closely to the ceiling. A small break of light could be seen from the ceiling directly above the waterfall but certainly not enough to brighten the whole room. Chris could clearly see a tunnel behind the waterfall that fell into the pond much clearer now due to the lit torches and he would guess anything that's where they would be headed next.
"We're going in there, right?" Chris asked, turning slightly to see Wesker standing beside him.
"We are," Wesker said simply before grabbing the lantern from Chris's grasp and nudging him forward into the water.
Chris grunted in disgust as water began soaking through his combat boots when he began inching into the water. In all honesty, it was both a relief and a burden to have to go through the pond. It was the first time in a long while since he was able to wash up and this would be, inadvertently, a good time. He inched further in and shivered when the water reached his ankles, sending chills up his legs and through his spine. The water itself wasn't overly cold but Chris certainly wouldn't call it warm and in the chilled room, the water wasn't helping fight back shivers. Chris pushed further in, hearing swishing behind him just as the water reached his knees, indicating Wesker had joined him.
Once Chris moved reluctantly into the water that was well past his waist, he was able to, bravely, duck underneath the water and finish the job. He forced his eyes to open underwater and was able to see that there were no life forms living in the lake. In fact, the lake bottom was pure rock and showed no sign of plant life, let alone sea creatures. He broke the water surface, running a hand through his short, wet hair before swimming forward and into the deeper end where he became rather close with the waterfall. The water around him was practically vibrating with the constant movement and felt energized just being in it.
Chris looked over his shoulder and watched Wesker swim swiftly around him and right through the waterfall, the water momentarily falling on Wesker's head and, most likely, making a mess of his hair and glasses before vanishing on the other side. Chris followed and found the short lived journey through the waterfall rather enjoyable, the water falling on his sore shoulders felt unmistakably soothing before he had to push forward and follow Wesker.
Looking up, Chris realized the tunnel began just as the lake turned shallow and turned back into a mining tunnel, which he found himself rather unhappy about. He dragged himself from the water, his wet clothes now weighing him down heavily in the gravity filled atmosphere. He began wringing out his clothing and shaking off the water from his body while Wesker simply shook the water from his sunglasses before replacing them on his face again and picking up the metallic briefcase that he had heaved, quite easily, across the lake. The two began down the narrow tunnel that was lit, Chris noticed, dully from incredibly old electric lights that ran along the ceiling and through tiny holes in the walls. From the duo's position in the middle of the tunnel, Chris could just make out a dead end ahead of them and he thought it better to stay quiet as the two approached it.
Wesker frowned and dropped to one knee, his right arm resting on his bent knee while his left began scratching at a suspicious pile of dirt just in front of the wall that ended the tunnel completely. Chris stood over Wesker's shoulder, watching for about a minute as Wesker fished out a black pouch. Unlike the previous black pouch, it was rather large and Chris could vaguely see several outlines of whatever the bag held, etched onto the velvety surface.
"That's what we came here for?" Chris asked, astonished.
"It is," Wesker spoke calmly, shifting to move the briefcase from his right so that it was now in front of him, allowing him to open it and slip the small pouch in.
"Brilliant plan, Wesker. Wander around Africa for a few weeks, collect ridiculous little bags, and hope I can entertain you either by caring about things or maybe trying to fight you when I have no real weapon," Chris scoffed but before he could actually move, Wesker had grabbed him by the neck and was pushing him roughly against the wall.
Chris grunted when his back collided with the sharply uneven rock wall and both hands went to Wesker's strong grip at his neck whilst he choked for air. Chris's back stung from the lingering bruising and he let out a hoarse yelp while he was forced harder into the jagged wall. Wesker said nothing but Chris watched his jaw clench and his body stiffen as he held the struggling brunet with little trouble. It took a long moment- almost to the point where Chris was seeing stars from lack of oxygen before Wesker let the man go.
"Need prevails over want," Wesker muttered, standing up straight and taking a deep breath while Chris gagged for air, limp on the floor of the cave.
"Th-that's the… second time.. I-I've heard you… say that," Chris spoke gruffly from his sore throat, coughing heavily after he pushed himself into a hunched but standing position. "H-How much… could you possibly…" Chris coughed hoarsely and swallowed hard, flinching at the stinging pain in his neck. "…Possibly need me… that it would overcome…. Your want to kill me…?" Chris forced out slowly, leaning gently against the wall as he swallowed hard again, the stinging in his throat slowly subsiding.
"We've done this exact thing, just yesterday, do you remember?" Wesker asked, his eyes intently watching Chris struggle to stay standing. "This exact thing," he repeated. "Perhaps you should take this as a sign and stop trying, Christopher. It would be much easier on both of us and as much as I enjoy hurting you-" Wesker paused to chuckle darkly. "-I don't know how much longer you can withstand if you keep doing such things so often. You're strong, I'll admit, but you're recovering from a bad accident yet you continue to-"
"Save it, Wesker," Chris grumbled, pushing off the wall and walking slowly back towards the water.
"So much fight in you," Wesker spoke with a rather happy sigh and a smirk lingering among his lips.
Not a word was spoken when Chris walked directly into the water, without stopping. His cold damp clothes immediately felt warm and, even in his hurting state, he regretted getting out into the chilly air once again. He began wringing out his clothes, pulling up his shirt and twisting it between his fists, water falling out of it with ease while Wesker joined him on land. The water seemed to glide off the blond, his suit seeming to be almost waterproof with the way his body was dry by the time Chris was done getting rid of the water from his clothing. Wesker took his time to slick his hair back once again before he stopped Chris from picking up the unlit lantern.
"We'll be staying here for the night. We will return to the car in the morning and set out again," Wesker spoke, setting down his briefcase before sitting down beside it, his legs outstretched in front of him, one raised slightly so he could set an arm on it lazily.
"Great," Chris mumbled, getting comfortable in between two torches before sitting against the wall.
Neither of them spoke for several hours. The little light that shined through the ceiling was gone, telling Chris it was night, yet neither of them slept. Wesker sat, in the same position on the shore of the lake, overlooking the waterfall, quiet and still. Eventually, just as Chris was sure he had lost track of time, he stood up. He removed his dry shirt from his torso and dropped it onto the rock ground beside him. He removed his shoes and socks, both which were still drying, and laid them out accordingly. Wesker must have heard the shuffling but didn't bother turning to look at what Chris was doing, instead, keeping a still eye on the water in front of him.
Within seconds, Chris was walking back into the water, his pants still covering the lower half of his body. He walked knee deep in before he felt Wesker's eyes on his bruised back and turned to look at him. The two stared at each other a moment before Chris continued into the water, knowing very well that Wesker was watching him attentively.
Once Chris was in far enough that the majority of his body was underwater, around his upper stomach, he began slowly running his right hand along his left arm, rubbing water over it and, hopefully, removing the dirty feeling he'd had for the past several days. Once he had cleaned up to his left shoulder, he started on his opposite arm, then his neck, his torso, and finally his face and hair. He ducked his head under the water, inhaling a breath just seconds before submerging himself. He scrubbed at his hair and face before emerging through the surface again. He slicked his hair back, before he darted his hand underwater and began scrubbing at his feet and covered legs.
When he felt he was clean enough, he shook his head free of most of the water and walked out, returning to his spot beside his discarded clothing. He didn't bother wringing out his pants but did use his shirt to dry himself off before laying it out beside his shoes. His head fell against the wall as he sighed and almost jumped when Wesker spoke around ten minutes after he got out.
"Your involuntary flashbacks-" Chris jolted up slightly at the sudden break of silence and looked at the back of Wesker's head while he continued. "You've spoken of a serum."
"PG67A/W," Chris said simply, "what of it?"
"Do you know what it is?"
"Why does it matter?" Chris asked in a grumble, his head sliding back to rest on the wall again.
"So you do know what it is?"
"No, Wesker. I don't. I know it's a serum, I know it's important to you, but I don't know what the purpose is."
"Your memory tells otherwise," Wesker said quietly.
"Jill said that the serum keeps the virus in you stable. That's all I know."
"Do you know the importance of the serum?"
"No, Wesker, I don't. Are you going somewhere with this little conversation because, in this position, I would rather the silence," Chris snapped his eyes on the high ceiling, focusing intently on a certain spot just to avoid looking at the blond.
"Your subconscious knows, then," Wesker continued, "Now the question is, do I make you remember or work to keep it forgotten? How would it benefit me?"
"Damn it, Wesker, this is my memory. Eventually, even if nothing reminds me of it completely, I'll remember. It may not be tonight or within the next few days but if my subconscious knows, I'm sure I'll find out soon enough whether you like it or not," Chris pulled his gaze from the rocky ceiling and it fell on the waterfall again.
Wesker was thinking out loud, which meant, it was most likely a trap- a game. Chris was, in Wesker's mind, a simple pawn and Chris wasn't going to play his mind game. Chris's mindset was simple; don't respond. Unfortunately, this plan seemed to already be deteriorating.
"What kind of accident were you in?" Wesker asked before shifting into a different seating position for the first time in hours.
"I don't remember," Chris muttered tiredly.
"What happened to Excella Gionne?"
"I don't remember," Chris's words came out in a whisper and he could feel the questions weighing on his mind like somehow, subconsciously, he was pushing for answers that he knew but weren't available for him.
"How long has it been since the accident?"
"I don't remember," Chris felt the weight of the questions get heavier and he began feeling rather drowsy, his mind pushing for more information that just wasn't there.
"What day is it?"
"I don't remember." Chris didn't realize it but Wesker got to his feet and was making his way towards him. He was beginning to get a headache from the questioning and knew Wesker was planning something when he knelt in front of him.
"When was the last time you saw Sheva Alomar?"
"I don't remember," Chris was getting increasingly uncomfortable as each question came one after the other, persistent in finding some answer or maybe, just persistent in cracking Chris.
"When was the last time you saw Jill Valentine?"
"I don't remember," Wesker then asked something that caught Chris off guard.
"What color are my eyes?"
Chris turned his gaze so that, instead of intently looking past him, he was looking directly at him. The brunet gaped at the blond for a moment before swallowing and responding in a low whisper-
"Green."
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