Venomous

The visit had been like many of his others. Seeking to hide from the world for a little while Chris ventured off down a long winding road that snaked through the mountains. The drive was by no means a short one often taking hours to find the turn off that was nearly hidden away from general population. Occasionally he'd find his eyes wander from the road to the watch snuggly fasten to his wrist. On the face there was number counting down and as it got lower a strange feeling would turn his gut making him shift in the seat. It was a familiar emotional cocktail that had only aged with time becoming more complex.

The road narrowed as a gate came into view blocking the way forward. It blended in to the surrounding woods perfectly to appear like it hadn't been installed less than a couple years ago. Or maybe, it really was an old piece, there really wasn't a way to know for sure unless he asked the one who ordered it. The vehicle rolled to a stop and the window rolled down letting cold air spill into the cab. With practiced ease Chris extended his arm out to the control panel letting the watch face to be examined by the sensor. He heard a metal latch release and the gate began receding from his view. Access granted.

By the time his arm was back inside and the window was up he was rolling down the road again. When he had set off there had been light in the sky but now as he glanced into the rearview mirror to see the gate shutting behind him, the world was shrouded in darkness.

Soon after the road began to widen as a lone house set into the cliff side came into view. It was an unusual style half molded from the very rock no doubt making it a sturdy construction while the other half was modern. It was more house than Chris could ever see for himself, but he rarely ever seemed stay one place for long anymore. These repeated visits were the closest thing he had to a long-term residence.

He could see lights on inside so he knew the owner was around and likely more than aware of his arrival thanks to the watch on his wrist. Despite not living there the garage opened to welcome him all the same. He parked his vehicle next to an unmarked black pricy set of wheels. He internally questioned how any of this counted as low profile or off the grid as he got out and walked around the building to the stairs leading to the main door.

He had no key but knew instinctively of a small fingerprint reader hidden under a convincing fake rock facing. His thumb touched it and after the scan flashed green the door unlocked. Crossing the threshold always felt like the first time because of the sense he was out of place. The inside was modern with a few older touches that didn't take away from a certain degree of comfort. Dark stone, maybe marble, floors with some transitions to a dark wood.

Checking the bottom of his shoes before progressing he moved into the house. No one was there to greet him but knew it was only a matter of time before the resident made himself known. He wandered to the kitchen that dripped in money as well. Dark wood cabinets, gray marble tops, and stainless-steel appliances.

He opened the fridge and found it fully stocked like always. His eyes looked over the contents but nothing struck his fancy despite having not eaten in half a day.

"Back again, I see." Chris froze hearing an all too familiar voice from the other side of the room. Blue eyes looking from around the appliance door he saw the owner of the house.

Albert Wesker, very much not melted down and one of the molten lava. The blond was whole and ever his perfect self. Hair half slicked back, black glasses in place hiding his inhuman eyes. His attire, however, is what drew the brunet's eye. Black dress pants and, more surprisingly, a navy-blue button up rolled up to the elbows with the top few buttons undone. That really shouldn't have made him pause like he had but it was so out of the ordinary.

Chris must have been staring for some time because he felt the fridge door being pushed closed and the man was suddenly right next to him with an amused smirk. He shook his head setting away from the appliance and leaning against the island. The pressure of the countertop keeping him grounded.