Code Chrisker

Chapter 2

Finding Alexia was easier than anticipated. They had not been at the Antarctic base long before she strolled out before them in a dress worth more than Chris' annual salary, flaunting her newfound genetic superiority.

Probably because she loves attention. Chris smirked, glancing over at his partner. Reminds me of someone.

They were in a well-furnished foyer; the walls were lined with intricate engravings and oil paintings of whom Chris assumed to be ancestors of the Ashford family. Wesker carefully ascended the grand staircase, approaching Alexia; Chris hid behind a nearby pillar, ready to engage as backup at any moment.

Chris' spine shivered as Alexia let her head fall back, cackling at seemingly nothing.

"At last, I've found you, Alexia," Wesker proclaimed. "Come with me."

Alexia said nothing, opting instead to cackle like she belonged in an insane asylum—which Chris figured wasn't far from the truth.

"You're responsible for the creation of the T-Veronica virus," Wesker continued, "and now the only existing sample is in your body. I want it. Now."

"You want it?" Alexia finally replied, slowly descending the steps. "You are not worthy of its power."

God, these freaks and their power trips. Chris kept himself from groaning out loud. I'm getting real sick of this egomaniac shit.

Alexia reached for the sky as if calling forth her power from the heavens. Her veins gleamed a deep-champagne hue, burning through her flesh; her dress melted, pieces of fabric floating away like ash; and her long, flowing locks curled and molded into a dark gray sediment, shivering like Medusa's snakes.

Chris looked on in amazement as Alexia's skin fractured into scales, twisting around the plains and valleys of her curved body. Wesker's lips parted slightly as he stepped back.

Alexia's fist shook violently, flames sparking in her grip. With an elegant wave of her palm, she hurled a fireball directly at Wesker's feet.

Wesker dodged, flipping backwards off the stairs and onto the carpeted floor below—another fireball scorched the fabric beneath Wesker's left foot as he struggled to find his balance. He jumped to the wall, seemingly defying gravity as he ran across the paintings, knocking them to the floor.

Wesker's body moved too fast for Chris' eyes to focus on. He barely registered Wesker pulling out a throwing-knife from his boot and tossing it expertly into Alexia's right shoulder before diving behind Chris. Steam gushed from of the wound as the slice in Alexia's flesh coagulated and disappeared, healing around the blade. She hissed and shot another fireball in their direction, but it connected with nothing as Wesker grabbed Chris by the vest and took shelter behind the staircase.

"Her regenerative abilities are astounding," Wesker marveled. "Her virus, mixed with my own, would grant me tremendous power..."

"Yeah, yeah, keep your dick in your pants, Wesker," Chris groaned, stomach flipping from being tossed around. "Just tell me how to kill her."

"Charming," Wesker deadpanned. "She's responsive to pain, which is dissimilar from the effects of the other T-viruses. We can use that to our advantage. I will focus on capturing her alive; however, you should attack to kill. Holding back will cost you your life."

"Give 'er hell," Chris confirmed, checking the clip in his beretta. "Got it."

FWOOSH!