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Resident Evil Blood Chapter 16

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Yoh! Disclaimer: I don't own nothing'. Except a lab coat and bio hazardous gummy bears! Resident Evil and it's many AWESOME characters are all property of Capcom and I am simply borrowing their likeness to spread the RE goodness throughout the land!




Resident Evil Blood


Chapter 16 – Anthesis



Unknown Location. Unknown Time.



Is it… Regret…?

Chris snapped his eyes open. His mind sharpening in an instant as he jerked up, fully alert although completely confused.

Wha--?

Chris looked left and right; his mind in an instinctive state of paranoia. His eyes auto focused on everything at once, nearly blinding his senses in an information overload. Everything seemed disturbingly clear - too clear, like the overly sharp graphics on a high definition computer game.

His lungs choked and his nose burned from the over powering smells that assaulted it. Alcohol, disinfectant, plastic, metal and a thousand other scents he couldn't identify, all gathering and swelling through his insides causing him to reel back, nearly blacking out.

He quickly closed his eyes, stummbling back and covering his face, trying to clear his mind, breathing in slowly, letting himself get used to the offending reek of the room. Bit by bit, he calmed himself, slowly opening his eyes, until he no longer felt deliriously overwhelmed. Again he was greeted by crystal clear vision. It was as if everything were an HD image on a high resolution screen; the distinct contrast and painful sharpness almost too much. Everything lingered in focus far too long, tampering with his depth perception, making it difficult to sort out reality correctly. Then he noticed his immediate surroundings.

Glass?

Chis sat on the floor surrounded by what looked like thousands of off-cut crystals. Obviously shattered glass.

And a strange... Slime?

There were massive stains on the floor surrounding him and trailing behind him; a strange amber goo that had mostly already dried. It looked almost like caked blood, the way it clung and cracked on Chris' skin as he flaked it off. He was covered in it, from head to toe. He was also naked. Which immediately brought another thought to mind.

Wesker!

Chris sprung up, slightly surprised at how quickly his body responded. He felt weightless and particularly limber, as if a small jump could net him twice the height. An afterthought regarding his last state of physical health was quickly ignored in favor of getting the hell out of whereever it was that he was currently at.

Glancing around, he realized, he was thankfully alone. With no blond in sight, the man's nerves slowly deflated from red alert to amber. He noticed a vast array of computers and strange devises that reminded him of a labratory or a hospital facility.

It smells like one.

Chris curled his nose again as he could almost taste the formaldehyde. The overpowering alcohol burned his insides as he took quick shallow breaths, trying to avoid it. And there was something else; a different smell - familiar yet disgusting.

It smells like... Like... Blood? Blood and something... Else.

Chris started to move noticing how the strange amber gunk that had dried all over his body cracked and peeled off like old paint. Then he noticed a thicker clear fuid oozing down his legs. The brunette furrowed his eyebrows, questioning it only slightly, before ignoring it.

He took a few steps around, peeking behind large metal shelves, scanning the desks, and looking for any signs of what this place was, and why he was there.

He didn't immediately realize it, but he could hear everything. The low hum of the still active computers, the cold growl of the A/C, the digital clicks of the processing units. Even the flow of air in the ventilation shafts graced his ears with their music. And now that Chris had calmed down a bit, he could easily distinguish the difference in sounds; he could pin point their location, distance, and separate their particular rhythms. It was almost mesmerizing. Like listening to a symphony and being able to completely hear each particular instrument; each individual cord and vibration of sound.

It wasn't until the A/C unit shut off that Chris managed to snap out of it. Looking around again, he suddenly felt chills sweep down his back as his eyes auto refocused allowing him to read tiny words written on papers strewn about on the other side of the room. The BSAA agent became suddenly alarmed. He shouldn't be able to read that far; to see like this. Or hear like this. Or smell like this.

The fuck is going on...?

Chris glanced back at the stain of amber on the floor directly under where he had woken up. His eyes follow the now overtly obvious drag marks that ran from it. He followed them, noticing with each passing step that his heart beat faster. His mind kept flashing back to Wesker. His memories were still foggy, like he'd just awoken from a dream and he could barely remember what it might have been about or who was in it or what had happened, but one thing remained resiliently clear - that man: Wesker.

Wesker had been in his dreams.

Chris rounded a small computer station and stopped; his eyes continuing. They saw the amber trail lead directly up to what looked like a huge cylindrical aquarium. And it was broken. Chunks of glass shards littered the floor. Some large enough and thick enough to require two hands to lift. Everything was coated in the same remains of the amber sludge. It oozed down the remains of the structure, caking the floor and everything within a splatter range.

Chris swallowed. He looked down at his hands and at his body. He was covered in the stuff. A sinking feeling traveled through the man's spine as he began remembering more and more, like rusty flood gates opening and letting in a devastating deluge.

I was in a room... Flashes of light. And... A glow. Darkness. Wesker! And then... Pain. Such pain! He... So much pain! My team!?! And he-! Then... Wesker! More pain. So much of it! Stop! I want it to stop! Wesker! Make it stop! He... Wesker! He... Then he--

Chris gritted his teeth, suddenly bursting out into rasping breaths. He was shaking; violently trembling. He remembered everything now. The fog had lifted. And Chris remembered what had happened. Everything that had happened. Wesker had tortured him. Humiliated him. Raped him. And killed him. No doubt in that. No doubt in anything.

Wesker killed me.

Chris went numb. He took a long deep delibrate breath, trying to force air down his constricting throat. He looked at his quivering hands again. He could see the dried amber film peeling off; he could see it clinging to the small hairs on the back of his hand. He could see past it as it had seeped into his pores; he could see the ridges and crevices of his skin; past his skin. He could see the epidermal layers give in to lipids and then muscles and then veins. And then blood. Intense, vibrant, deep crimson.

Chris violently snapped back; his vision aching. He staggered back, to keep from falling, breathing hard and profoundly agitated. He quickly glanced around the room and back at his unsteady hands, this time terrified.

What the fuck is going on?! The fuck is happening?!

He looked up at the broken tank and stummbed towards it. All around him, shattered glass with the amber crud pooled and drying. A sudden flash hit him, as he remembered the world through amber; blurry and undefined. A figure emerged; a hand... Wesker!

Chris stepped back suddenly realizing what had happened.

I was in there. I was in that thing! Wesker! He-!!!

Again Chris spun around looking over the room. He was faltering on paranoia, his senses spinning out of control, laying seige to his reason.

The fuck did he do to me?!

Chris growled in frustration, bearing his teeth insticlivly. He felt powerless at the thoughts that raged through his mind. He felt out of control. His eardrums beat with a cacophony of noises as his lungs burned, asphyxiating him. His eyes contorted, reacting to the flood of fractured light seeping in blinding him; burning him!

Falling to his knees, Chris cried out as his senses assaulted his psyche. Small dings became booming thunder as every tiny beep and click in the room rang through the air like gun fire. Cradling his head, Chris screamed, dropping to his side.

Fuck! FUCK! What the fuck did he do to me!?!

The AC unit kicked on again, drowning his ear drums in a maelstrom of noise that threatened to blow them out. Covering them, Chris yelled in desperation. His eyes shut tight as if he could ward out the onslaught. It was too much. He didn't know how to handle it; what to do. His own senses overwhelmed his ability to cope with the incoming information. It was torture! And at the core of it all, regardless of his current state, all he could center on was Wesker.

Everything revolved around that man. It became a monolith focal point. His thoughts, his feelings, his anger; everything focused on just that man; that monster: Wesker. As if concentrating his everything on that one being distilled his abilty to focus and function. And slowly - painfully slowly - bit by bit, the world calmed down. The noise subsided. The blinding lights subsided. And everything fell back to a standstill.

Chris inhaled deeply and fell backwards, completely spent, laying motionless on his back. Around him lay broken glass and amber sludge. He was staring at the white ceiling wondering what the hell had just happened when he noticed something. A small black half sphere on one of the ceiling panels. It blinked a red light. It only took the BSAA agent a small moment to realize what it was.

A security camera? Wait, that means... Somewhere there's footage of what happened to me!

Chris shot up and ran directly under the camera.

I gotta find the security tapes. It'll... It might tell me what happened. What Wesker did to me?

The man's eyebrows furrowed in anger again at the thought of having been... Done something to. The thought of Wesker having his way with him; of doing god knows what?!

Fuck. Using me.

He glanced at the tank again, imagining himself inside floating in the amber liquid. Sedated. Powerless. Helpless. He fisted his hands and felt like punching something, blood boiling at knowing he'd been violated. He looked around again, tracing the room with his eyes.

Computers. Lots of them. Lots of equipment. Maybe one of these has the security footage on it? Or, maybe some information about what...

Chris faltered. He looked at his hand not entirely unafraid at what he'd find. His nails had dug into his skin, and angry marks remained.

Maybe one of them has information about whatever the fuck that psychopath did to me.

Completely ignoring the filth and shards littering the floor, and only vaguley remembering his nakedness, Chris walked up to the nearest console adjoining the destroyed tank. He clicked a key, stepping closer as the screen saver flickered off. A program was open. A window flashed an error signal over and over in red.

With a dry mouth and suddenly clammy hands, Chris hit enter, not really knowing what else to do. The error message went away, but another window popped up instead signaling that there was equipment damage. Chris glanced at the utterly decimated tank.

Guess that's the equipment damage.

Again he hit enter. This time the window disappeared and fell back to a running program. It seemed to show several data logs, lots of fluctuating numbers and entry points. Sadly Chris couldn't make heads or tails of any of it. He tried to minimize, but couldn't find a way to navigate the confusing program.

Frustrated, the brunette moved on to another terminal. Again, no mouse. He clicked a key and the screen saver wore off revealing a similar error message as on the first monitor. Chris hit enter and another error message popped up. It warned that the 'Incubation Tank' had suffered critical damages.

Incubation tank?

Chris slowly eyed the destroyed containment unit again. He had a vague idea of what 'Incubation Tank' meant, and it sent chills down his back.

What was incubating in there..?

A little voice in the far deep recesses of his mind whispered,You.” And a Pandora's box of fear rippled through his mind. Suddenly, it was too much. Chris took a step back, his chest heaving and his breath catching.

Incubating... Me?! Why? What did he do? What's wrong with me? What can I do? Am I infected? Why? Can I leave? Did I die? Why did he-? Jill! Did he get the others?! Did they get away?! Am I going to infect-?! What's wrong with me?! Am I going to die? Am I already dead?! WHY!?!

And Chris felt the surge of terror escalate as he found himself trying to keep focus; trying to keep from loosing control again as a million questions surfaced all once, followed by a million implossible answers that he did not want at all to entertain. He staggered back from the control console, stepping on shards of glass and metal, cutting his feet and not caring.

Wesker! He did this to me!

The BSAA agent narrowed his eyes, his attention fully focused by his hatred, pain not even registering.

I have to find him. I have to-- Kill him. I have to find out what he did to me. Then kill him! Then...

Chris swallowed hard, feeling the lump that had lodged itself in his throat.

Then... I might have to kill myself.

The room suddenly grew cold. The ex-STARS member opened and closed his fist, breathing slowly. It was a realization that he knew he had known; one that he had been trained for: to sacrifice ones self for the good of the many. It was a risk he had always run and a very real possibility - the possibility of becoming tainted; the possibility of infection; the possibility of...

Death... Needing to die. To keep a biohazard from being released. It's what I'm trained for.

The BSAA agent felt a strange catharsis flow through his limbs calming his mind and body. He felt better, as strange as it was. Having a mission; a goal, set out in front of him serving as a source of strength. It gave his existence meaning. He could accept anything - so long as it was with the goal of exterminating every biohazard - of exterminating THAT biohazard.

Wesker!

Chris lifted his head and scanned the room.

First things first: I need a weapon.

He took a few steps in search of something he could use in his eventual confrontation with the tyrant. He quickly paused visualizing himself standing before Wesker. He bit his lips realizing his current appearance.

And some clothes. Need that too.

A quick memory flashed of Wesker ripping his clothes off and grinding him into the ground. The weight of the other man on top of him; his hands gliding down his torso, touching him. Chris snapped his head away, breathing hard, willing himself to not think about it.

I need to get out of here. I need to get a gun. I need to get some clothes. I need--

A door on the other side of the room slid open, the swoosh of electronic gears alerting Chris. A silhouette of a man stepped through. He wore sunglasses and a lab coat, oddly splashed in the same amber crud as well.

Chris.” He spoke calmly, pausing to eye the naked man. “You're looking well.”

Wesker!” Chris turned to face him.

The blond man strode into the room, the door sliding closed behind him. “Chris. Dear. Heart.” He spat out in a mocking tone. “We have so much,” he paused smirking, “to talk about.”

The BSAA agent's blood ran cold. He didn't have a gun. Or a plan. Or clothes. And Wesker kept advancing.

Great, just fucking great.

Chris exhaled both out of fear, anger and general pissed off rage at his ridiculously bad situation. Again. It seemed any situation with Wesker was alway ridiculously bad for him.

Seriously, what the fuck?! This can't get any worse!

And then Murphy's Law kicked in and Wesker began to undress.

..... Shit.





***************************** Author Time! *****************************

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WeskerXChris Yaoi. On a routine BSAA mission, Chris is separated from his group and disappears - but it's no accident! Now, a year later, he returns. Is he still the same Chris Redfield? Or is he... Something else..? And, why has he come back?

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Chapter 16 Anthesis: fav.me/d3j48t9
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EriksBlue's avatar
WAIT he raped him to death then their in love WTF!!!!! That isn’t a accurate portrayal of how Chris would react unless Wesker has demented him or brain washed him SERIOUSLY!