Chrisker One-Shots

Sweet Talk

      

"You say you know him?" Alfred Ashford squeaked, arching his eyebrows in a snobbish manner.

"Indeed. This little pest has been a thorn in my side since the beginning of my time." Albert Wesker glared through his glasses at his incapacitated captive. " His sister is one in the same, and I suggest that you eliminate her, before she becomes your utter downfall."

"Downfall?" Alfred shrieked, appalled. "Alexia's plan is foolproof! This girl you speak of, I met her in my mansion halls, she seems to be of no threat!"

"But that is where you're wrong. She defeated your Bandersnatches, did she not?" Wesker said, not mentioning that she had defeated many of the one armed, yellow creatures since then.

"Yes, but she had help!" Alfred protested. "That red-haired boy. He helped her!"

"True, but by him helping her, you now have another amount of trouble on your island." He spoke in a bored tone. Conversing with this cross dressing idiot was beginning to wear on Wesker's nerves. He really gave a full meaning to 'dumb blonde', no matter how smart he acted.

"You...You!" Alfred spluttered, at a loss. He slammed the butt of his wooden rifle into the ground, "I will KILL her, AND the boy, AND I won't need your –"

"SHUT. UP."

The holding cell grew quiet, and the two blondes ceasing their talking.

"Ah, Christopher, you're awake." Wesker smirked. "Good morning to you too."

The brunette rolled his neck in a circle until it gave a satisfactory sort of crack, then he let it fall limp. "Yeah, yeah." He muttered.

"So this is the great Christopher Redfield? You seem more like all bark and no bite." Alfred snorted and gave an annoying, high-pitched, laugh.

Chris looked at Albert in disbelief, " You probably don't see much of the ladies, do you?" he asked, dead serious. This rewarded Chris with a swift smash to the nose with the gun that the male Ashford was holding.

"Okay," Chris wrinkled his nose, "Ouch."

"You dare insult me? The great Alfred Ashford?!"

"Uh...is it bad if I've never heard of you?" Chris said while trying to shake the blood from his nose off of his face.

"Never heard of –"

"Lets quit with the foreplay." Wesker said, interrupting Alfred.

"Oh, but it was getting to the good part, scum." Chris hissed.

"Sticks and stones, dear Chris." The ex-STARS captain breathed, walking out from behind the chair that Chris was securely fastened to with an iron chain. It was bound around his wrists and ankles, making the brunette completely immobile.

"Now," Alfred spoke softly, "What are you doing on MY island?"

"What any responsible big brother would be doing at this moment; rescuing his baby sister." Chris explained.

"What is she doing here?" Alfred pressed.

"I don't know. Why the hell did you capture her? Lets start from there."

"ALL LIES!" Alfred screamed, making Chris flinch. "Nobody captured her! She just...arrived! Unwelcome and unwanted! She's destroying everything that I've worked my entire life to perfect!"

"Ah, she does me proud." Chris snickered.

Growling an inaudible curse word, Alfred kicked at Chris's chair, but seeing as though the blonde was much lighter than Chris, nothing happened. Wesker then took charge.