Summary:
Chris watches Wesker die.
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In a way, he burns with him.
They've spent years, all total, fighting and fucking and this is it – a volcano and a sudden stop. From an abandoned and dusty mansion to here, they have chased each other across the years. From crows and puzzles to a fiery end.
It is almost poetic, if he thinks about it too much.
He tries not to think about it too much.
The man he watches die is not the man he followed. The man he followed never actually existed, never took a breath in this world. The man he followed, the one whose orders he took, the work of fiction that had been spun on the breath of a liar, on every breath of a liar, he had never existed in the first place.
It almost makes it easy, then, to watch him burn.
This is the end of everything. The end of the lies and the fighting and the fragments of a life he once lived. The very last remnants of a world, like a bygone era, burning away into nothing more than ash and then even less than that. He burns.
They burn together.
The rebellious young ex-Air Force cadet, the stalwart and stoic leader of S.T.A.R.S, they both turn to ash in the super-heated air of the volcano, lies floating away on the wind. Two men who either could not exist or didn't want to exist.
But they don't exist now, either way.
Chris Redfield watches as Albert Wesker burns and dies.
In a way, he burns with him.
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FanfictionStory's of WeskerxChris Albert Wesker Chris Redfield character's are not mine there are from the game Resident Evil. todas estas historias son de AO3, acabo de hacer esto para que la gente pueda leerlas y fanfiction.net NO SON MIOS
