Chrisker One-Shots

He likes them naughty

A sharp rapping on the door to his private quarters drew Wesker's attention from his current observation over his test subject. "Wesker,Agent Redfield is in our custody!" A curt soldier's voice barked from behind the thin wall. The ever methodical blond let a smile crawl onface. 'Well, well, look who's come to play.' With Jill in his clutches, the B.S.A.A. was short one of it's best operatives, now the idiots hadright into his trap. How funny it was, leak a little information and the dogs come running.

 He rose from his seat, striding purposefully to the door and swinging it wide open. His excitement was certainly in his actions but hisexpression was deadly stoic. The solider that had informed him of the new arrival was nothing more then a deer in headlights and he brushed passed him without a glance back. It took mere moments before he was at the facility's holding cells and coming up on the guard postethe only other room now being occupied. The man gave courteous nod before Wesker slid a key card through a reader and the door clicked open. He pushed it wide as he strolled in.

A body lay toward the back of the room, unceremoniously dropped there by the men who had dragged the quite unconscious male in. 'Hnot awake? How un-fun.' the imposing man sneered silently. The door gave a click behind him as he knelt down and rolled Chris over onback. A red mark was plastered on Chris' cheek that had been resting hard on the floor and Wesker's thumb stroked it almost fondly ashand caressed the brunette's stubbled jaw.

They had something between them; Albert and Chris, but the elder could never quite understand it. It wasn't love, that was obvious. The other male had such visible hatred for him but Wesker, ha, he just couldn't take his young nemesis quite as serious. He always felt the ntoy with him. He was always, always in the way of what plans Wesker had going on but the blond never failed to get things done while kChris of the living. His thumb stroked the lightening pink cheek a few more times as he stood up, how fragile even a strong human suchChris looked while he slept.

Ideas flooded his mind as he turned away to the card reader, how might Chris do with his new control device? Honestly, Wesker's jaw nslip off, his grin was so wide.

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"Nugh..." eyes opening to a blurry world, Chris blinks a few more times and tries to focus on his surroundings. The room is small, wallspadded, floor's got wooden paneling, the door has a card reader, it's dim, he's alone. Surroundings assessed he manages into a sitting pand rubs his collar where a bruise is forming. The pain that had blacked him out had been god-awful. He hadn't even known he wasn't awhen he was scanning the documents on the computer. Now he was captured, with Umbrella out of the picture and Wesker and Jill goneforever who the hell wanted him?

He wasn't stupid enough to waste energy or time on trying the entire room out, this place was meant to contain and without a key cardwasn't opening that door. His wait lasted into an hour before the reader blipped to green and the door opened a fraction. He was on hisand ready for action the second the door was open enough to let a man into the room. Even if he had been in possession of a gun, Chris wouldn't have been able to use it once he saw who it was he now faced. 

 Wesker was there, sporting the same attire he had been reported dying in and one hand was held suspiciously behind his back. "WhereHe spat out mere seconds after recovering from the shock of seeing his rival not yet dead. Wesker stepped into the room and planted himself there, "She's dead, Chris." he lied with ease, his tone nothing but serious. Chris was horrified. His partner- his friend, was dead and yetdevil was still on this god-damned earth? His fists clenched, there wasn't time to morn a second time.

"Why am I here? Why am I even still alive?" he had to ask, this was the best chance to murder him, why keep him locked up? Wesker aa smirk, "I'm quite glad you've asked..." the blur that darted forward left Chris in the dust when it came to reaction speed and he gasped his brain caught up with what happened. Wesker had moved in on him, one hand tugging the back of his shirt down while the other slapsomething cold against the junction where his neck met his torso.