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Elements of Chaos	By : xxUchihacest Category: +M through R > Resident Evil Views: 4260 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Elements of Chaos
Disclaimer: I don't own Resident Evil. I make no profit from writing this story. Capcom has all the rights to Chris and Wesker and all the RE characters *runs off crying* Oh, and the Chaos Theory is an actual theory. not mine, either, in case anyone wanted to know.
Pairing: Chris/Wesker. Eventual Wesker/Chris. Eventual mutual relationship wherein they spend the rest of their lives together....haha NOT!!!
Warnings: SLASH. Some non-canon events. Some Out of Characterness. MANY mistakes/twisting to the original plot.
Summary: Their meeting had changed the course of the future. Wesker wants to be God. Redfield is the only one that can stop him. Their actions depend on each other, and the rest of the world will follow accordingly.

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Chapter 1: The Initial Condition

Adoring gazes were nothing knew to Albert Wesker. He had been receiving them his entire life � from the time he had left the womb as a helpless infant to his current self as the S.T.A.R.S Alpha team captain. The pathetic gazes of longing and admiration had also been prevalent in his research days at Umbrella, and although it had given him advantage, it was currently downright annoying. He couldn�t look at anyone in Raccoon City without having them turn into a puddle of mush at his feet. It was disgusting, in his opinion, and he would much rather be feared than desired.
When he had first formed S.T.A.R.S he had personally monitored the actions of each potential candidate in terms of weaponry, combat, intelligence, and valor (the last being to deflect his own diabolical intentions). Of course, he had first taken in recommendations from other section leaders, but what Wesker had also considered was the candidates� behavior towards him. Before making the final list of potential inductees into the Alpha and Beta teams, he had had a short, personal conversation with each candidate about their lives outside of work. Wesker still didn't know why he'd wasted fifteen minutes with twelve people each, considering he'd accept only eight into S.T.A.R.S. The ones who had been too nervous around him were dismissed, as well as those who were dreamy-eyed. The ones who were less obvious in their affections towards him were placed on the Beta team, and those who stared him in the eye were taken under his wing.
There had been something about Jill Valentine, Barry Burton, Joseph Frost, and Brad Vickers. Each of them were unique in their own respects and had characteristics that Wesker valued. They had the top performance marks and best recommendations. They didn't shy away from or argue with him. Simply put, Wesker had considered them to be the perfect subordinates - obedient, skilled, and competent - and the perfect variables to place in his latest pet project. Wesker considered all of his new subordinates as equals. He hadn't intended on favoring one person over the other, or being harder on any one individual, but then Christopher Redfield's profile had appeared and everything changed.
Christopher Redfield. He'd heard rumors about him. Redfield didn't like to follow protocol. He liked to rush into things, didn't take criticism well and was hot-headed. He had problems with authority and listened more to his gut instincts than reason. But those aspects were what made him so admired and respected in the RPD. He chose the best course of action, even if that meant ignoring the guidelines. He didn't care if he got hurt as long as he completed a mission or helped someone who was at risk. Redfield was reliable and the man you could trust with your life. All of the other members of Wesker's Alpha team had these characteristics, but only to a certain extent. Redfield did everything to the extreme. Wesker had liked that about him, however, there was one other thing that he liked about the brunet.
It seemed as if Christopher absolutely detested him.
What had initially caught Wesker�s interest was the look of poorly hidden defiance and distaste in Christopher�s deep blue eyes. Redfield had looked as if he were in utter torment, being trapped in a room with Wesker for fifteen minutes, and the beautiful part was that he couldn�t do anything but bear it and say, �yes, sir� to everything Wesker had demanded of him. Redfield was known for his unwavering loyalty, and that trait had been what first attracted Wesker to him. Wesker usually read people correctly, and what he'd gotten from Christopher was that he was like loyal, obedient dog who would never betray anyne unless he had to, under life or death conditions, and that had been what Wesker wanted more than anything.
However, a month into the formation of the Alpha team and Wesker was beginning to notice something strange about Redfield. The defiant light in his eyes had died out, although there was still a sense of torment on his face. He always looked as if he had something to say, but if Wesker stared at him long enough, he�d eventually look away with lowered, defeated eyes. A month ago, Christopher would have stared him down until an outside party would be forced to interfere. Wesker wasn�t an idiot, and he could see what was happening: Christopher was attracted to him, but worse than that, he was falling in love with him.
Wesker should have predicted that a self-sacrificing, incorruptible boy would fall for him. Christopher, who could easily have anyone he wanted (because really, who would reject such a sweetheart), chose an arrogant, power hungry fiend who was beyond salvation. Of course, Christopher didn�t know all these things about Wesker, but the captain had a feeling that the S.T.A.R.S subordinate had sensed a darkness in him that needed a light and had deigned the task of being that light. The metaphor was disgustingly romantic and cliche, but it described Christopher's affections towards him perfectly. Wesker also had several other descriptions for Redfield's love for him, such as disgusting, pathetic, and a waste of time, which was why he had decided to wait until Christopher would confess first before utterly humiliating him.

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Chris wasn�t exactly sure when he had started falling for his captain. Perhaps it had been after a mission in a slaughterhouse on the outskirts of Raccoon City, when Wesker had saved his ass from a sniper hiding behind a barrel of bio-weapons intended to infect livestock and food supplies. He had always considered Wesker to be a hard-ass, an uncaring manipulative bastard that had waltzed into RPD and had gotten everything he wanted on a silver platter. His colleagues did nothing but fawn over him between emergencies, and Chris had been sick of it. There was nothing special about Wesker. He was just a highly skilled, highly intelligent man with handsome looks. Chris had wanted to expose him for the fraud that he was, because no one as perfect as Wesker seemed to be could be real. No way.
They had always had their differences, and Chris had often wondered why Wesker had wanted a reluctant subordinate working for him. Chris knew many exceptional cops that would have given anything (useless to S.T.A.R.S) on their person to be something as pathetic as Wesker�s coffee bitch, yet the captain had chosen a highly exceptional rookie cop with a head of a bull and the heart of a saint. Chris had almost gotten himself killed numerous times, but he usually came out of the foray unscathed and with a safe victim in his arms. His previous leader had threatened to fire him if he kept leaping into hostage situations, but it wasn�t like he could help himself.
Wesker was a rational man, cool and as objective as a supercomputer, which had led to him and Chris getting into more arguments than all the S.T.A.R.S operatives had fingers. Leon, even as detached as he was, had pulled the trigger on Chris. Luckily, Chris had ducked in time, or he would have lost an ear. Wesker had lost one of his many plaques of honor, but he hadn�t minded. The rest of the members had gotten frustrated, but then had fallen into the routine and knew when to steer Chris away before he started talking with his fists.
Lately, arguments with Wesker began to excite bodily responses in Chris. When the captain was in his face, smirking and goading him on, Chris wanted nothing more than for Wesker to shove him onto the closest surface and fuck him. The first time Chris had felt this way nearly led to an embarrassing situation; his cock had hardened unbearably and he had sworn that if Wesker took one step closer he would have felt it brush his thigh. Chris had high tailed it out of the conference room without another word, and no one had known the better. But then the intensity of the proceeding arguments had died down, and Chris no longer fought Wesker on anything. When Wesker had confronted Chris in the privacy of his office, Chris confessed with a blush formed from both anger and embarrassment...
�only Wesker had beaten him to the punch.
�What? No more rebellion? Is the mutiny over?� Wesker teased, leaning against his desk. �My wild animal has become domesticated.�
�No one�s become domesticated, sir. I�m not an animal,� Chris retorted. �I just don�t want to argue with you anymore.�
�Don�t tell me its something personal. You�re in love with me, aren�t you?� Wesker chuckled at the dumbfounded expression on Chris� face. �Well, that�s a disappointment.�
�How did you � �
�You�re not a difficult book to read, Christopher. I surmise you have felt this way for about�oh�two weeks?�
Chris felt shame roll over him in waves, but even worse, he was hurt. A part of him had known that Wesker was going to laugh in his face, but another part of him had wanted Wesker to accept him at least a little bit.
Wesker slowly walked towards him, but Chris backed up step for step until his back was flush against the wall. He looked at his hurt, confused reflection in Wesker�s shades until they came off. His captain�s bright blue eyes gazed sternly into his.
�I don�t know what you were expecting after you�d confessed, Christopher, but let me tell you this: I am absolutely incapable of loving anyone, least of all you, and I don�t want to fawning over me like the rest of those imbeciles.� His voice was cold, biting, and struck like icicles into Chris� heart. �Undoubtedly, you�ve always been my favorite, and I do not want your feelings affecting your work. You will act like the Christopher Redfield I had first recruited, do you understand me?�
Chris was silent for the next minute, his brain trying to process what Wesker had just said. It was difficult for him to concentrate when the older male was no farther than a foot in front of him, glaring at him with a look of annoyance. Chris eventually managed a weak nod, his eyes lowered. Wesker, satisfied, replaced his shades and turned towards his desk.
�You�re dismissed, Christopher.� When Chris made no move to leave, Wesker turned to face him again. �What, goddammit?�
�I know it means nothing to you, sir, but it does to me,� Chris stated vehemently, standing straight and looking Wesker defiantly in the eyes. He ignored the pleased tilt of Wesker�s lips at his boldness. �I can�t help that I�m in love with you, and I swear to god if you make fun of me again I�ll put a bullet through your heart, regardless of how I feel about you.� He left after that, slamming the door behind him. Wesker�s smirk grew as he stared at the spot Chris had just occupied. Redfield didn�t know it yet, but his actions were winning Wesker over little by little.

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Chris didn�t change his attitude towards Wesker afterwards. He still argued with the captain, but relented. He avoided him yet hung close by after everyone else had left the office. He defended him in front of dubious police chiefs and answered to his every beck and call like an obedient, lovesick puppy. He knew Wesker was taking advantage of him, and was probably testing his limits, but Chris didn�t care. He just wanted to please and be close to him.
One day after everyone else had left, Wesker called Chris into his office and told him to lock the door. The room was dark save for some moonlight and a desk lamp, and Wesker looked like a heartless villain sitting behind his desk.
�How much do you love me?� Wesker asked. Chris opened and closed his mouth a few times.
�I�.�
�Enough to come over here, get on your knees and suck my cock?�
Chris wanted to be insulted, but his body�s reaction was entirely different. He doubted if it was dark enough to hide the blush on his face and the excitement growing in his pants as he approached his captain. He walked around the desk just as Wesker swung his chair to face him. Chris shakily got to his knees in front of Wesker�s spread legs.
�I do hope you�re good. Whitmore�s slut of a secretary did a horrible job, though you would think a pretty thing like her would have some experience, hm?�
Chris wasn�t sure what to make of Wesker�s comments as he slowly undid his captain�s pants. Wesker could be teasing him, or he could be serious. Anyone who knew Wesker wouldn�t guess that he had casual sexual affairs, but it wasn�t impossible. For all the S.T.A.R.S operatives knew, he could have a line of lovers ready and willing to please him. In either case, Chris was becoming increasingly upset, and he wanted Wesker to forget any lovers he might or might not have had before him. He yanked down Wesker�s zipper and reached inside to grab onto the hot, thick flesh within. He pulled out Wesker�s cock and stroked it a few times to full hardness. Chris wasn�t going to lie; the man was an impressive size. After all, Wesker wouldn�t be so arrogant just because of his brilliance and unmatched combat skills.
�Did you fuck her?� Chris asked angrily as he tightened his fist around the base of Wesker�s cock. Wesker hissed at the harsh treatment, his hips pushing up slightly. Chris grew harder at the fact that his captain liked a bit of pain. Ironically enough, so did he.
�And barely feel her loose cunt around me?� Wesker growled. �No thank you.� He grabbed onto Chris� hair with his gloved hand and tugged him forward. �Now enough with the questions. Get to it, Christopher.�
Chris kept his eyes on Wesker�s sunglasses as he leaned forward and took the slightly damp head into his mouth. He sucked on it like he would a large, overripe cherry. He moved his lips sensually along the underside and stuck his tongue into the slit. He felt more than heard Wesker�s breath hitch and proceeded to put more into his mouth. He continued petting what he couldn�t reach with one hand and caressed Wesker�s balls with the other.
�If I�d known this was one of your talents, I would have demanded this of you sooner,� Wesker said, trying to keep himself from sounding too breathless. His grip tightened on Chris� hair as the younger male swallowed more of his arousal and swirled his tongue around the sides. Chris� tempo increased just as Wesker spread his legs wider and began thrusting into his mouth. It was so hot, so wet, and Wesker wanted Chris to deep throat him when he came. He wanted to assure that Chris was completely, hopelessly, and irrevocably devoted to him.
Chris was determined to hear Wesker moan and he pulled every trick he knew. He sucked and licked and teased every centimeter of his captain�s throbbing flesh. He had finally gotten his reward when Wesker gave a soft, low moan as he dragged his teeth lightly along the upstroke. Apparently, Wesker liked a little pain, and the knowledge made Chris twitch and weep in his pants. A few more repeated actions with his teeth and Wesker was shoving him down on his cock. Chris felt the thick pole pulse then release a flood of hot, thick cum down his throat. He swallowed eagerly, wanting to get as much of Wesker�s essence as he could. He distantly heard Wesker�s growl, and the sound, coupled with a rub of his palm against his crotch, had him cumming in his pants. Wesker suddenly pushed him backwards and stood.
�Indeed, a very satisfying performance,� he said, redoing the fastenings of his pants. He looked down at the dampness of his subordinate�s crotch and smirked. �Sucking a man�s dick makes you climax, Christopher?�
Chris savored Wesker�s taste in his mouth for moment before answering. It was salty and bitter, but to Chris it tasted like honey. He shook his head as he licked his lips. �No, sir. Only sucking your cock. That was the first time I�d done that, actually.� He wasn�t about to lie, although admitting that kind of information probably wasn�t smart. Wesker�s smirk proved it.
�Really?� Wesker looked pleased. Chris knew it was because Wesker liked to make his mark on people.
�Yeah. I liked what my ex-girlfriends did on me. Figured you would, too.�
�Hmm, so Jill can do more with her mouth than bitch about everything.� He was suddenly slammed up against his shelf with Chris� fists gripping his RPD vest.
�You shut the fuck up about her!� With their bodies pressed together, Chris could smell Wesker�s cologne along with his musk and sex. The mixed scents were making him want to go down on him again even though he was furious.

Wesker was unfazed. �Did your relationship not work out? Is it because of me? She�s probably a more suitable mate, you know. She�d let you kiss and fuck her.�
�And love her.� Chris held onto Wesker for a moment longer, his eyes falling wistfully onto Wesker�s lips. He wanted to kiss him; he really did, but he�d probably get addicted to it. Chris didn�t want to be more attached to Wesker than he already was, and the intimacy of a kiss was something he wasn�t sure he could handle. Besides, he didn�t know what Wesker would think. Hell, Wesker probably didn�t care as long as Chris finished what he started.
�Are you going to let go of me anytime soon?� When Chris released him, he straightened his uniform and gestured to the fallen contents of his shelf on the floor. �And clean this up, will you?� He left without another word. Chris sat in Wesker�s chair and pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes.
�You�re fucking stupid, Redfield.� Luckily he hadn�t kissed Wesker. The taste of his cum was addicting enough. The last thing Chris wanted to obsess over was the taste of Wesker's lips.

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Wesker had called on Chris several times for the same favor after that, and like an idiot Chris indulged him. Wesker never made a move to help Chris get off once he was done, but Chris didn�t seem to mind. The younger male would just go into the locker rooms and jack off, or wait until Wesker left the office before finding relief. He didn�t care that Wesker was just using him as a pleasure slave. In fact, Chris was waiting for the day when Wesker would fuck him.
Unfortunately, the mission at Spencer Mansion happened, and although Wesker had betrayed and deceived everyone, Chris didn�t hate him. People had died because of him, had suffered utter torment, yet Chris would forgive him if he would just apologize. He believed that Wesker was just misunderstood, a man who was missing something or who had been sorely misdirected in his youth. Certainly he still had a chance to redeem himself. Chris wanted to believe that, anyway. He didn�t want to lose Wesker to evil. The man was too brilliant, too strong, too perfect for that. But Chris has been wrong before, and he often overestimates the good in other people.
�I see you�re alive,� Wesker said without looking at him. �That�s expected, seeing as you are one of my men.�
�Wesker, what�s going on?�
They were in one of the laboratory rooms in the Spencer mansion. Chris hadn�t expected to find Wesker in there, using the computers like he knew what he was doing. Usually, Wesker had a charisma about him the attracted others despite his icy exterior, but he just seemed like a completely different person at that moment. More than confused, Chris was afraid. He was afraid of Wesker�s true nature. Since he�d been in this mansion, he�d had a suspicion that Wesker wasn�t really who he said he was.
�Whatever do you mean, Christopher?�
�Don�t bullshit me. You�re with Umbrella, aren�t you? You set us up.�
�Yes, that�s right,� Wesker replied casually, glancing at him from the corner of his shades. �I had created S.T.A.R.S for this specific purpose. All very capable individuals with strength and intelligence � surely I hadn�t gathered all of God�s finest men to save the world.� He stopped and turned to face Chris. �You have made me so proud, Christopher. I�ve always said that you are my favorite.�
�You son of a bitch!� Chris yelled, launching himself at Wesker. Wesker easily apprehended him and shoved him against the nearest wall. He had Chris� wrists pinned above his head and his body trapped against his. Chris struggled with all his might, but Wesker was stronger for some reason. The blond man chuckled at his subordinate�s feeble attempts to escape.
�Settle down, and I�ll give you a parting gift, something to cherish right before you die.� Wesker pushed a thigh between Chris� legs, and Chris immediately stopped his movements. He hadn�t realized that he was hard, and now Wesker knew it, too. He could only imagine what Wesker thought of him, that he was a whore who couldn�t even stop lusting after a homicidal maniac. Chris felt disgusted with himself. Why couldn�t his heart and body obey his mind?! This was wrong, deplorable, sick! If Claire could only see him now�. She�d never want anything to do with him again.
�What�s the matter?� Wesker asked in a sweet, mocking voice. He craned his neck slightly to catch Chris� downcast eyes. �Isn�t this what you want?� He thrust his hips and managed to gain a choked moan from his captive. The bulge against his leg twitched. He smirked. �It�s alright. Daddy will take care of you.�
�Don�t touch me! Fuck you, Wesker!� But even as he said that, struggling to get free, he�d always wanted Wesker to touch him like this. For once, Chris didn�t have to worry about doing the pleasing with his mouth or hands. All he had to do was let Wesker do this.
�Shh, it�s alright," he crooned. "You don�t have to be the hero with me, Christopher.�
Whether or not Wesker had been sincere, it did the trick, and Chris stood submissively as Wesker brought one hand down to unfasten his belt and pants. His other hand stayed up with Chris�s wrists in its grip, though he needn�t to have kept them pinned. Chris had already decided to submit to Wesker, the man he hated and loved at the same time with the exact same intensity. He didn�t know what it would take for him to stop his madness, what Wesker would have to do to lose his affection. Kill his sister, probably, but Chris felt that Wesker wouldn�t do it. No, Chris was his little plaything; Wesker wouldn�t want to lose him in such a quick, painless way. Wesker would want to test his limits first, to see just what it would take for Chris to attack Wesker with his full strength.
Chris gasped suddenly as Wesker�s gloved hand found his cock and pulled it out. He was a bit shorter than Wesker, but thicker. Wesker�s clothed fingers danced teasingly along the smooth shaft, as if studying it. Chris bit back a moan at the teasing touches. He was sure that Wesker was doing it on purpose. It was something he would do.
Wesker suddenly stopped his leisure stroking and brought his hand up to his mouth. He caught a bit of his glove between his perfect teeth and slid his hand free of it. Chris felt his cock twitch at the action. He could only imagine how Wesker would look when he strip teased. Wesker let the glove drop to the floor with a small, predatory grin.
�That�s better,� he said as he resumed stroking Chris� weeping arousal. He wrapped his hand around the shaft and started jerking him in slow, firm strokes. He made sure to gather the moisture from the tip and spread it around to ease the friction. The sounds of Chris�s gasps and the wet squelch of Wesker�s hand lubed with precum filled the small lab.
Chris didn�t want to admit it, but he was in absolute ecstasy. He had wanted so long for Wesker to touch him like this, and now that it was finally happening, his senses were on overdrive. He could feel Wesker�s cool breath against his face and the strength of the hand pinning his wrists. He could smell Wesker�s spicy cologne along with a hint of sweat and musk, and he wanted to bury his nose in Wesker�s collar. Chris moaned as Wesker�s pace suddenly increased, and he leaned in closer to Wesker�s body in search of support and more contact. Wesker chuckled again closer to his ear, his lips curling up against the brunet�s jaw.
�How is it?�
Chris gritted his teeth, refusing to answer, but then Wesker flicked his wrist several times and rubbed his thumb cruelly around the tip. Chris couldn�t keep himself from crying out in pleasure then.
�I won�t repeat myself, Redfield,� Wesker stated sternly, a sharp edge in his voice.
Chris�s body shook, his orgasm approaching fast. He panted heavily against Wesker�s neck as he tried to get his disoriented, pleasure-filled mind to piece together some sort of sentence. �D-don�t�stop,� he was all he said, thrusting his hips to meet his captain�s pace desperately. �God, Wesker�.�
�Atta boy, Chris. It�s good to be honest.� He started pulling on Chris�s cock faster and harder, his hand moving at an inhuman tempo. Chris wasn�t paying attention because he was too caught up in his impending orgasm. Wesker was so good, so forceful, and Chris knew he was moaning his name over and over again but didn�t give a damn. Wesker could do whatever he wanted with him if he�d always touch him like this � took from him like he had the right to his body. Chris wasn�t sure when he�d formed a masochistic streak. He supposed he�d have to be in order to be in love with Albert Wesker.
He squeezed his eyes shut and arched his back as he screamed his release. Thick ribbons of his cum shot between them, staining their shirts and Wesker�s pale, perfect hand. Wesker quickly let him go and Chris dropped to the floor, flushed and dazed from his climax. Wesker undid his own pants and jerked himself with the hand he�d used to work Chris. He came a few seconds later with a low groan, spraying Chris with his seed. Chris turned his head just as some fell on his face and chest more out of reflex than disgust. He looked back up at Wesker to see that he was already fixing his clothing. Wesker returned his gaze from behind his sunglasses and brought his soiled hand up to his lips. He licked a finger and frowned.
�That�s revolting,� he said, finding a random surface to wipe his hand on. Despite the situation, Chris laughed.
�It�s an acquired taste.�
�Yes, I�m sure,� Wesker said, returning to the panel he had been working on and acting as if nothing had happened. Chris shouldn't have expected any different, really, but it still stung a little. He typed in a few keys and the light on the test tube started going off. �Oh, I suggest you fix yourself immediately if you want to avoid any accidents.�
Chris quickly obeyed as the water started draining out of the tube. He�d completely forgotten that it was even there. The Tyrant, he remembered for countless reports, was a product of the T-virus. It had been invented by Umbrella. Umbrella. Wesker worked for Umbrella. Wesker, the bastard that had his comrades killed for the sake of experiment, for his own � .
�Chris!� The sound of Jill�s voice broke him out of his reverie. He turned to the door and saw Jill, Barry and Rebecca. He hadn't even heard the door open.
�Here comes the rest of the Scooby gang,� Wesker drawled.
�What the hell? Wesker?!�
�Perfect timing, my dear.�
But then the Tyrant had already broken through its glass prison. It had its sights set on Jill, and before Chris could react properly he jumped in front of it with his shotgun. He shot at it, but the bullets hardly did any damage. They just annoyed it. It roared and whacked Chris with its claw, sending him into a wall of monitors and buttons. His head smacked against a steel corner and the last thing he was aware of was the girls crying out his name.

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The next time he became conscious, red lights were flashing and an automated voice was counting down to the time of self destruction. Barry was supporting his sorry ass along with Jill. Rebecca was leading the way in front of them.
�Wha�?� His temple was throbbing and he could feel caked blood on his cheek. Jill glanced at him.
�Good, you�re awake,� she said, sounding relieved. �Can you walk? You�re not very light, you know.�
They stopped for a moment so that Chris could stand on his feet. He wavered, but he was stable enough where only one person would have to help him. Jill offered her shoulder, he took it, and they hurried along.
�What happened?� he asked. He had noticed that Wesker was missing. Either he had escaped or�.
�We took care of the Tyrant. Good thing it took out that asshole before we did, though. Wesker�s dead.�
Chris�s heart skipped a beat. His breathing hitched and he felt dizzy. He couldn�t believe it. He really couldn�t. Wesker was�.
�Hey, you okay? Do you need us to slow down?�
'Five minutes and thirty seconds until self destruction.'
�N-no. We gotta get out of here.�

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TOOOO BE CONTINUED... I know I have another Wesker/Chris story up. I swear I'll work on it, kkkkkk?!
Please review if you liked it. and if you hated it. and if I need to work on it. Thank you!
P.S. Sorry if I made Chris sound like a sissy or something.... IDK, he'll get better in subsequent chapters, when he's older and not so hung up on Wesker, who is absolutely dead sexy. Honestly, I can't wait for RE5 so I can watch the cutscenes and ogle him. Excella'd better keep her hands off him or I'll cut them off. okay, enough rabid fangirl ranting.
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