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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 6:.

Faith

Silence overtook the two, but it was nothing new. Chris forgot that he was wondering where he was. He forgot about the fact that, minutes before, he was in complete agony by a simple headache. Instead, his mind was focused on Wesker- What did the man mean? He couldn't be losing his superhuman abilities that quickly let alone easily.

"You see," Chris's head shot back up to look at Wesker who was still stationed rather comfortably in the armchair, "the serum's job was to break down the progenitor virus just enough to prevent mutation. However, in large doses, such as the one given by you, it can be deadly- though, I'm sure you were highly aware of that. Instead of harming myself, it continued to break down the virus and, with the high dosage, it inevitably damaged the virus beyond repair."

Chris thought for a long moment and wondered if he was in the situation for asking questions. He eyed Wesker carefully but he showed nil besides simple content calm and collectedness that was the blond. Chris let out a slow, eased sigh and licked the inside of his lip, not wanting the question to blurt out like most of them ended up doing.

"Why do you still have all of your abilities if the virus is beyond repair?" The question came apprehensively but Wesker remained calm whilst he answered, showing no sign of the anger or irritation that presented mildly before.

"The virus is trying to repair itself but as it continues to fail, the virus begins attempting to mutate as it is meant to. The serums I take every morning prevent the mutation and also attempt repairing of the virus. Unfortunately, the latter has quite a few issues and I am faced with the probability of ability loss."

"Would you be human?"

Chris didn't know where the question had come from, something that seemed to happen often, but it was there and he asked it. There was a hint of sadness in his voice that he felt himself push away. Wesker was Wesker- that was simple enough. There was no reason to pity the man for losing something that he never should have acquired in the first place.

"The virus will still be active in my system and I believe you aren't naïve enough to assume humanity could ever-"

"Would you change at all?" Chris interrupted the man but Wesker remained calm.

"I already have, Chris," a dark chuckle followed as Wesker stood and took a few steps towards the bed Chris was sitting comfortably in.

Wesker was soon towering over the edge of said bed. The bed itself was risen a few inches off the ground and the top edge came to Wesker's mid-thigh so, despite the blond towering the bed, Chris and Wesker were really level with each other, though, Chris was in the middle of the bed so they weren't quite face to face. The only sound that could be heard was Chris's awkward shifting underneath the blankets so that he was now facing Wesker, his legs crossed and the blanket now covering only his left leg.

"How have you changed, exactly?" Chris asked quietly, his eyes raking over the man like some physical change could be seen but he saw nothing different. Wesker still wore his sunglasses, he still looked strong, he still looked like the Albert Wesker the brunet had known for all these years.

"I don't believe it is worth telling, Chris. Now, are we finished or-"

"Take off your sunglasses," Chris had interrupted Wesker again and not only with a demand but a confident demand.

Chris could see the visible arch of an eyebrow behind the shades on Wesker along with the smirk that accompanied it. If anything had changed about the man, it had to be that- it had to be his eyes. Chris wanted to see the eyes of his former Captain, the eyes he'd never forgotten about yet fade with memory each time he was forced to see the replaced glowing ones that were usually before him.

"Alright."

Amusement laced Wesker's voice as he raised his right hand to the hinge of his glasses and pulled them slowly down his nose until they were off. Chris looked away once it was revealed to him that the cat-like inhuman eyes still lingered however dim they glowed before him.

"Not what you expected, I assume," Wesker mused before replacing his glasses.

"I guess not," Chris muttered. "Where are we?"

"A Tricell facility where I plan to carry out the remainder of my research on repairing the virus," Wesker spoke, his hands joining behind his back.

"Is that your master plan?" Chris asked, looking up at Wesker in disbelief.

"Yes, Chris. This is, indeed, my plan," Wesker's jaw clenched threateningly but nothing else showed of impatience.

"Why am I here, then? Am I going to be the test subject in all of this research?"

"Now, Chris, why would I bother dragging you all this way just to have you be subjected to torture?"

"Do you even have to ask, Wesker?"

"Like it or not, Chris, you aren't a key part in this plan. You are simply here to be here," Wesker's jaw unclenched as another smirk snuck upon his tight lips.

"Then why did you bring me all this way if I wasn't important?" Chris asked angrily, his fists clenching at the bed material around him.

"I'm afraid it's a bit early to release that answer. However, as I was saying earlier, my time is limited. Roam around the facility at your will, I wouldn't imagine you could find your way out if attempted to and even if you did, where would you go?"

Chris remained still as Wesker turned and began leaving. The moment the blond had closed the door, Chris was on his feet and rushing to said door, opening it slowly to see an empty, metallic hallway. Across from him was a room that read 'lab' on the front and he automatically assumed that's where Wesker had gone. Looking farther down the hallway, Chris realized there was a room several yards to both sides yet the opposite side had only the lab as far as he could tell.

Sighing, Chris retreated back into the room and turned, seeing a large, covered platter sitting on the bedside table. The brunet gaped at it a moment, hastily pushing through his memory wondering if he'd simply missed it while examining the room around him. Shrugging, Chris sat himself on the bed and lifted the lid from the platter, seeing a simple yet elegantly placed piece of meat beside a small pile of vegetables and a large cup of water. Chris chuckled dryly, comparing it to the last 'meal' Wesker had made for him and shook his head as he set the lid aside and picked up the utensil that was previously hidden beside the platter. Chris pulled himself into the bed, his back against the headboard, and set the platter into his lap before beginning to eat it.

An hour had gone by after he ate the meal and he had become lost in thought. How long had he been unconscious? How long was Wesker going to survive by the few serums he was able to acquire? What was the point of Chris being there? Would he ever really see Jill or Sheva again? What was changing about Wesker?

Chris's musings went on and on. Hour after hour passed and he still found himself left with only possibilities- nothing sounded reasonable enough to be true. After he'd lost count of the hours and it was well after dark, Chris found himself restless. He slid from the bed that he had been planted to and began out the door and into the bright, reflective hallway. Looking left then right, Chris shrugged and went directly across, shutting the bedroom door behind him before continuing through the automatic laboratory door.

The room inside almost blinded Chris, it was so bright. Rows of secured tables were lined with test tubes, some being fired, some boiling on their own. There were scientific equipment laid out in front of some of the test tubes, in front of countless stools that were all unoccupied except for one. The walls were mostly lined with cabinets besides the back wall which was a large window that was mostly darkened but Chris assumed Wesker was keeping something useful to his research within it.

"Do you require something, Chris?" Wesker asked, not bothering to look up from the test tube that he was concentrating on.

"I just have a few more questions," Chris muttered, his gaze looking over the room in surprise.

"I'm rather occupied at the moment-"

"I know," Chris muttered, stepping forward.

Wesker didn't speak while Chris maneuvered his way to the stool beside Wesker's. The blond didn't look up as Chris slid onto the stool, his gaze on the instruments in front of the two. His eyes slowly carried to Wesker who sighed, set down the test tube and side glanced at Chris.

"Alright," Wesker sighed, his body turning to face Chris.

Chris waited a long moment and when he was sure Wesker wasn't going to speak again, he let out a quiet sigh and began questioning again.

"How long was I unconscious for?" Chris asked, his voice unsteady and quiet.

"Long enough for me to go to the last location, retrieve the last package, and arrive here. Two days is my estimate," Wesker replied calmly turning back to continue working.

"How long do you have to work everything out?"

"You'll have to be less vague for an accurate answer, Chris," Wesker muttered as he held up a small slide and examined it in the light.

"I'm guessing the injections that you take that are suppose to repair the virus are doing their job but the problem is, it increases the mutation process. For the serum to break down the virus, it has to be given during a specific time and with a specific amount-"

"When I said 'less vague' I didn't exactly mean your entire thought process," Wesker said, glancing at Chris indiscreetly.

"Anyways, that should mean that you aren't looking for a way to restore the virus. You're looking for a way to perfect the dosage, right?"

"Why is knowing this important to you, Christopher?" Wesker asked threateningly, setting down the slide that he was tipping back and forth between his forefinger and thumb.

"I just want to make sure I have it right, that's it, really," Chris muttered.

Wesker exhaled and shook his head.

"You continue attempts at understanding something that is simply beyond you."

"Try me, Wesker. Explain it to me," Chris replied sternly.

"Why waste my breath and precious time?"

"Maybe I could assist you so you weren't doing this alone," Chris suggested, looking around the empty room.

Wesker outright laughed.

"Are you asking anything in return?"

Chris blinked a few times and shook his head.

"Alright, let me simply summarize the past week and a half, Chris, because I do believe you need recollection of the past events. You became my prisoner which turned into a sort of joke once I ceased binding you. Then, you decide it best to help me on my quest to find all of the serums needed and now, after having almost full recollection of your memories, you want to assist me in making the one serum that could possibly save everything about me that you despise? Do you expect me to trust you when you ask nothing in return?"

Chris inhaled slowly before giving a small nod of his head.

"Well, you're sorely mistaken," Wesker chuckled as Chris let out a huff.

"I have my reasons," Chris muttered his gaze falling to the tiled metallic flooring.

"I'm sure you do."

"Do you even have the materials to make more of PG67A/W?"

"No, Chris, I don't. What I've collected is what I'm in possession of," Wesker twisted back around and began examining the test tubes again, swirling them a few times before replacing them on the fire.

"How long will you be able to live off of the few you have?"

"Approximately a month."

"A month? Wesker, what's the point of trying to repair it if you won't be able to hold it off?"

"Are you finished asking your questions or are you going to continue with your nonsense?" Wesker asked harshly, looking at Chris expectantly.

"I sure as hell hope you know what you're doing, for the sake of both of us, Wesker," Chris muttered before standing up and beginning towards the door.

"Do you not expect me to have a backup plan? I would assume you would have more faith in me," Wesker spoke from whatever he was working on.

Chris stopped and spun around, letting a loud scoff that somehow turned into a sarcastically dry laugh escape his lips.

"I don't know where you get your ideas from, Wesker. Assuming I would have any faith in you at all would be-"

"Unfortunately, Chris, as I am the only one to protect you and have proved to be more than capable of doing so, you have put quite a bit faith in me. Perhaps that's why you're reaching out to me in such a strange way or, perhaps, it's that damn self righteousness- always having to be the hero."

Silence overtook the two and Chris wasn't sure if he wanted to pick up a chair and throw it at the man or rush over and force Wesker to let him help. He hadn't bothered really questioning why he wanted to help, he just assumed the faster he got Wesker's 'plan' over and done with, the better; or perhaps he had some master plan hidden in his sleeve where he would try to poison Wesker- Chris sincerely didn't know. Unfortunately, what the blond had said held truth to it and that was the reason he decided to leave without another word.

Once the automatic door closed behind him, Chris found himself leaning against the opposite wall of the hallway, his palms face down against the cool metal. His head fell back against it and he sighed, closing his eyes- There had to have been something he could do, right? He'd thought about it long enough, he thought he was right.

So what was wrong with the second dosage? Wesker didn't start losing his powers until he began the second serum which made Chris assume the dosage was too strong and clashing with the PG67A/W.

The sound of the automatic door opening caused Chris to jump slightly. Wesker appeared in the doorway, his black attire standing out against the bright reflective materials around him. He leaned against the doorway, his arms crossing and his lips tightening as he let out a quiet sigh.

"You're inputting excessive amounts of thought into this, Christopher," Wesker stated, gazing at him from behind his shades.

"Well, when all you have to do is think, you tend to do a lot of it," Chris muttered, pushing himself off the wall but keeping in his position.

"I see."

The two stood still and quiet, their strong gazes locking. Chris had his normal defenses up- being around Wesker seemed to force that upon people. He was ready, at any time, to block an attack or have a quick comeback, even if he was destined to lose whatever type of battle Wesker would begin, he would at least be ready to try.

"I don't want to die," Chris muttered, eyeing Wesker who, in turn, began chuckling.

"Chris, I don't believe-"

"I mean, now. I don't want to die because you fail at perfecting this serum. Like you said, you're the one protecting me and you know where we are- I'm in a bad position as it is but it would be much worse if you decided to mutate," Chris explained, his gaze now falling to the floor.

"You are far from a scientist, Chris. How do you assume that you could be any form of help to me at all?"

"I'm not asking to make the damn serum. I'm just asking to understand the situation and if that involves going into a detailed explanation that you don't think I'll understand, then do it. Just like I've put faith in you, you've put faith in me," Chris snapped, his right hand pointing from Wesker to himself.

"Oh, is that so?" Wesker chuckled, tilting his head the opposite direction.

"You've put faith in me not to run, to help you find your damn serums, to play along with all of your mind games, and to steadily remember each direct thing that you wanted me to remember at the right times. Face it Wesker, I'm only here for your twisted entertainment. You throw me in a room, leave for hours to go do what you need to do, then when you're done you decide to come back and play more games. You do this over and over until I break down and then what, Wesker? I've already been down that road once. Are you going to kill me if I do it again? If I become so full of helplessness that I just give up and-"

It all happened in a flash and Chris, within moments, was being pushed against the wall. Wesker had sprung forward while Chris was caught up in his rant and taken the man off-guard. Chris's back stung harshly as Wesker held him securely; Wesker's right forearm was pressed against Chris's throat, preventing him from moving and slightly choking him while his left had secured both of Chris's wrists and had them pinned together somewhere against Chris's stomach successfully.

"Wesker, get- get the fuck off of me," Chris choked, coughing in mid-sentence.

Chris and Wesker were face to face now, Chris being so close to Wesker that he could see the catlike eyes behind his typical sunglasses and he absolutely hated it. Wesker eased his forearm against Chris's neck, allowing the brunet to breathe and speak without difficulty.

"You, Chris, are wrong. You have a tendency to be wrong more often than naught so do not assume you are always correct with your ridiculous little ramblings. Furthermore, and listen closely Chris because I will not repeat this again, you are indeed my entertainment but do not assume I would protect you whilst you were vulnerable and allow you to assist me just to simply kill you because you've ceased to entertain me. I can't find it in me to care if you decide to give up on hope or whatever the hell has kept you moving for these past few weeks because, Chris, I will continue to play with you even as you give up on everything around you. Lastly, I put faith in no one-"

"That's a lie," Chris spat, his arms trying to tug apart as Wesker spoke.

"And how, exactly, is it a lie, Christopher?" Wesker hissed, tightening his grip around Chris's wrists enough to make the brunet wince.

"Don't tell me you never held any faith in me while in S.T.A.R.S. because that would be an outright lie. I can name a handful of times that we've had to depend on each other and don't deny it, Wesker, some of that carried onto now because if you had taken anyone else as your prisoner, they would have been unconscious and handcuffed the entire time," Chris fought back, his eyes squinting in anger as Wesker remained quiet.

Yet again, Chris was taken off-guard by a maneuver of Wesker's. The blond had tilted his right forearm so now it was pressing into Chris's chest while his fingers were tight on his jaw line, holding his head in place while his dry lips crashed roughly against Chris's, successfully pushing the two into a messy kiss.

Chris's initial response was to push the man away but, in his position, he was unable to. Before he was even given the chance to fight Wesker's insane advances, something in his mind clicked and he found himself practically holding himself back from responding to the kiss. Chris had to pull himself out of the mind state that told him that this was the same man that was his ex-captain because it was a lie, he would have, most likely, welcomed an advance like this from Captain Albert Wesker- but this wasn't Captain Albert Wesker.

This was just Wesker.

Chris opened his mouth and snapped onto Wesker's top lip, biting hard enough to draw blood, thus causing the man to pull away sharply. Wesker lifted a hand to touch the dripping blood, releasing Chris's wrists long enough for Chris to take advantage and force the man away while internally realizing that if Wesker hadn't been so distracted, Chris wouldn't have been able to overpower him so easily. Chris panted heavily, his lips tingling from the contact and his head simply buzzing.

"W-What… Just… What the fuck?" Chris yelled, taking a sharp left and putting a hand on the doorknob to the bedroom but he stopped and looked over his shoulder at the blond who stood calm and relaxed as if nothing had possibly happened. "I told you- I told you, Wesker, to stop acting like your still my fucking captain! F-Fuck!" Chris yelled loudly before pushing the bedroom door open and slamming it closed, his back going against the opposite side of the door now that he was enclosed in darkness.

There were too many emotions running through him and, just for that moment, he was happy that it was pitch dark in the room. The only source of sunlight was blocked out by Chris's limp body against the crack of the door and again, he found himself grateful. Chris slid down into a sitting position so that he was now covering the light from the bottom crack as well and he sighed shakily into the darkness.

The ex S.T.A.R.S. part of Chris seemed to be sitting in the pit of his stomach, fluttering about madly while the B.S.A.A. part of Chris had the urge to cry. Chris had been through too much as of late- forcing off all negative thoughts about his partners while dealing with Wesker's mind games and somehow balancing his lack of memory on top of it all. Now he was going to deal with a game that Chris just couldn't see himself overcoming.

There Chris sat, in the dark, for hours upon hours. His well needed tears never came, not that they ever really did, and to his surprise, it had been the first time since he'd originally woken up as a captive that he didn't get lost in thought. In fact, the last thought he even remembered thinking was all of how Wesker had to be playing one huge mind-game that he just wasn't going to play. Beyond that, he just stared into the darkness in a distant state of mind that somehow made him lose track of time.

Dawn hitting the window pulled Chris from his entrancement and he looked tiredly towards the intrusion of light. His lips were still tingling and his stomach was still churning- but the anger had seeped away. Unfortunately, Chris was unsure what he was left with when the anger was gone. Forcing himself up, Chris found himself moving towards the bed with distant hopes of getting a bit of rest.

Those hopes died quickly as a loud yell erupted and echoed through the facility. It was the same type of yell that haunted Chris from his recent memories and it only took a split second for the brunet to rush out of the bedroom. He slipped past the automatic door and immediately saw Wesker, on his knees, bent over on the floor. His arms were shakily supporting him and Chris thought maybe Wesker was able to inject himself just before he arrived until another yell accompanied by a crack in Wesker's voice, completely identical to the one he remembered- It made Chris shiver.

"T-The serums!" Chris shouted, looking around the room hastily.

Wesker pointed behind him towards the cupboard and Chris saw the briefcase sitting atop the counter. He rushed towards it while Wesker tried pulling himself together, succeeding in only falling face down. By the time Chris had rummaged through the briefcase and found one of the syringes that read PG67A/W, Wesker was attempting to get up again. He was supporting himself on his forearm while his right arm was attempting to push himself upwards. Chris rushed over to him as Wesker dropped back down against the floor. Wesker's body began to spasm and Chris didn't bother to think as he jumped into action. He forcefully turned Wesker onto his back before throwing his left leg over Wesker's body. Chris sat on his knees so that he was sitting on Wesker's stomach to keep the man still as Wesker's body jolted out of control. Using one hand to keep Wesker's head to the side, Chris stuck the syringe into the side of his neck, injecting PG67A/W quickly.

Chris pulled the syringe from Wesker's neck and tossed it across the room, panting as the adrenaline still coursed through him. He remained on top of Wesker while he watched the man immediately cease the spasm that Chris knew wasn't a seizure (he automatically assumed it had something to do with the virus but wasn't exactly focusing on the thought).

Chris waited in silence, watching Wesker's head, limp against his shoulder, his glasses ever so slightly askew but still covering his closed eyes. Chris hadn't known it when Wesker began to stir, but he had been physically holding his breath and exhaled deeply when he saw Wesker's eyes open. Wesker's immediate reaction to the situation seemed to surprise Chris and the first thing he saw was Wesker readjusting his glasses to hide his eyes.

"Wait-" Chris muttered.

"Chris, would you-"

"Hold on," Chris whispered as he bent forward.

Wesker remained silent, his jaw clenched, as he watched Chris intently who was hovering just above his face. Chris placed his forefinger and thumb on the hinge of Wesker's sunglasses and slowly removed them from covering his eyes, revealing dark green human eyes. Chris felt the side of his mouth twitch as he looked into Wesker's eyes, intent on recapturing them into his memory. Slowly, and without really thinking about it, Chris had set Wesker's glasses beside the blonde's head and had put his now free right hand onto Wesker's cheek, holding their gaze.

Wesker made no real facial expression as Chris lowered his lips until they were touching Wesker's but as soon as they met, Wesker kissed back.

Maybe Wesker still had the S.T.A.R.S. Captain in him somewhere- That's what Chris hoped, anyway.
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