Chrisker One-Shots

Shameful to Hope for

Summary:

Chris arrives at the decimated Ashford facility in a different fashion, running directly into a trap.

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Chris felt the chill of the frozen air. His STARS fatigues now worn and not insulated anymore, from the hard run that it has been avoiding Umbrella after Raccoon.

He got the email from claire. He was here. He would find her, and he'd take her to the Hideout.

He shivered as he walked into the frosted metal facility. Arriving in the Ashford facility was a feat- and now he must find her here.

He navigated himself well, alone.

After a good man sacrificed himself to help let him into the decimated facility that stood in crumbles flaming and smoking.

Chris assumed some sort of attack- but he could not anticipate the insurrection.

He blinked his ocean eyes as he saw a figure dart past into a side door. He stopped and trained his eyes to the darkness and he grabbed his combat knife.

He darted after in through crumbled halls and gates until he reached the lavish Palace.

The steps seemed mesmerizing, he cautiously steps up them the soft marble clicking under his combat boots.

He pushed open the door and saw a few infected. Some aflame.

The hell happened here?

Suddenly worry for his baby sis grew exponentially. Chris ran into the hall quieted by the red carpet. He heard a door close above.

Running up stairs he turned and ran up a small platform stair, he opened the door with a quick motion and was caught with a incredibly hard left hook to the jaw.

"Typical. You're so easily baited!" The voice purred maniacally and chuckled.

Chris shook his head trying to rid himself of his shaking vision, and he looked up at the man in front of him.

No!

Albert Wesker Former STARS Alpha team Captain.

A treacherous betrayer.

Chris growls "wesker.."

"Good you are cognitive.." The man smirked, glasses darkening his look at the pained man kneeling in front of him.

Wesker brought his knee into his face and threw him further into the room.

Chris gasped in pain and was unrelentingly kicked in the stomach.

Wesker bent down and smiled a wicked smile red eyes shining bright through his ominous black sunglasses.

"Miss me?" Wesker watched for his answer critically and furrowed his golden brows and licked his lips.

Chris refused to look at his former Boss a deep blush forming over his cheeks.

Wesker smiled devilish and grabbed his pair of restraints. He looked down at Chris and kicked him over.

He drove his knee down, resting on chris' back and fastened them on a wrist before Chris' fighting back disturbed him.

He grunted in pain and fight trying to push him off.

Wesker laughed again.

"Whats the matter? You loved this when we would get off work-" he Taunted with Chris.