Chrisker One-Shots

Sacrifice

Post RE5. When Wesker was alive, the two were lovers. Now, Chris was nothing but an empty shell of his former self.

I will sacrifice

I will sacrifice

All I have in life to clear my conscience

I will sacrifice

I will sacrifice

All I have in life

Sacrifice, sacrifice!

~ tAtu - Sacrifice

Pale moonlight shone through a dark bedroom through a small window. A gentle breeze drifted in, making the curtains dance in its sway. A lone figure laid on the bed that was near the window, his eyes staring almost longingly out to the night's horizon. He laid on his side, his back facing the bedroom door. The night's silence was broken by the chirps of the crickets outside. He wore a black t-shirt and black pants. His work clothes were strewn across a chair. His chest moved up and down in a steady, slow rhythm. He seemed to be deep in thought, but about what? On the nightstand beside his bed was a picture encased in a wooden frame. It was a picture of himself and his sister, Claire, making silly faces.

But, there was another beside it. It was in a silver frame.

It was a picture of him and his lover, Albert Wesker, from when they were back in STARS. A sad smile tugged at his lips as he reached over and took the picture off the nightstand. His fingers brushed over the image, mostly over Wesker. The smile vanished just as soon as it came. A lump formed in his throat and with a strangled yell, he threw it across the room and it smashed against the wall, shattering the glass.

"YOU BASTARD! I gave up everything for you!" he screamed out in anguish, hot tears stinging his eyes.

His hands clenched the blankets underneath him as his body shook with sobs. Ever since the incident in Kijuju, he believed that Wesker was forever lost to him and it all started with him telling his maniacal ambition to the brunette BSAA agent back on Rockfort Island. After that, Chris had worked desperately to try and save Wesker before his ambition got him killed.

However, that goal was unreachable when he saw Wesker take in Uroboros and make his last stand at the volcano. After all this time, Wesker was finally killed. When they got back home to the states, Chris couldn't feel the celebatory mood that spread throughtout the BSAA building at the news of the Tyrant's death. Instead, a deep sorrow overtook him and that led to his isolation from the rest of the group. Jill grew worried at her partner's behavior and tried to help him.

Yet, she was immediately shut out, breaking the poor woman's heart. Something in Kijuju changed him, but not for the better.

Chris flopped back down on the bed, tears streaming down his face. If only he worked harder... then, wouldn't it be different? Would Wesker still be alive? Doubt clenched his hollow heart like a vicegrip. Ever if Wesker would've lived, he would've still continued working for world domination. He would've come up with a much more powerful virus that even Chris couldn't even hope to stop. But... would he remember Chris's love for him? So many more questions filled his mind, making him clutch his head. His stomach twisted into painful knots.

The pain he was feeling was overbearing! It was too much...! He willed for it to go away, but it remained, its relentless claws ripping deeper into him.

Wesker...

Another scream of anguish tore from him, reverberating off the walls and out into the darkness.

Just like that, it was gone.

It left him feeling more empty than he was after he got back. Night after night, another piece of his soul would be taken as his sorrow continued to infect him like the T-virus that had infected his deceased lover. His eyes now seemed almost lifeless as he looked to the full moon. It seemed to mocking his loneliness, silently taunting him with something he could never get back. Well...