Chrisker One-Shots

We Meet Once Again

It was a frosty night and the sound of howling wind whipped around the Antarctic base. Mindless creatures were still wandering aimlessly in their surroundings.

"Ah!" A lone survivor was scampering away from a cluster of zombies. She stumbled onto the ground and looked up at the undead and hungry group that was approaching her. "Oh God, please let me live." She muttered to herself.

Then all of a sudden she heard a sound.

One or two zombies fell down, suddenly and mysteriously dead with only one left, ready to feed on her.

"Ah!" She screamed once again, squeezing her eyes shut.

Suddenly there was a loud crack and she gasped, gazing upon her savior.

The man wore all black; combat boots, black gloves and dark shades that covered his eyes, his short blonde hair slicked back with the gel.

"W-who are you?" the female quivered, gazing up at the man.

The man said nothing, choosing instead to simply drop a gun on her lap.

"You'll need it," he muttered, turning his back on her as he started to walk away.

"Wait!" she called out, getting up with the gun firmly held in her right hand.

The blonde looked over his shoulder. "What is it?"

"I'd like to know your name." She blinked, hesitantly clutching the gun to her chest.

"Wesker," the man answered. "It's not like your going to remember it for that long anyway." He laughed; the tone unusual, and then continued to walk away.

"A-are you looking for someone?!" she yelled to his retreating form.

He stopped in his tracks. "Yeah...Christopher..." he muttered to himself, resuming his pace and leaving the female alone once again.

At different location, a S.T.A.R.S member known as Chris Redfield was walking cautiously in vacant rooms.

"I don't think there are any survivors..." Chris told himself. "...Maybe all of them have gotten infected already," he muttered.

The young man checked each room carefully, searching for anything out of the ordinary. "I have to find my sister," he reminded himself, peeking into another room. "Clear." And he continued to search the area.

When Chris was going to take another step, he heard a noise other than his own footsteps. That noise caused the S.T.A.R.S member to freeze in his tracks, looking around frantically. "Who's there?" He aimed his handgun at every corner of the area he was searching.

Then there was sudden laughter, and Chris knew that laugh from anywhere. "Wesker?" he growled, a little surprised at the sudden realization. He stared at the shadow that was stepping towards the gunner before the silhouette of a man stepped out of the darkness, revealing himself.

And the brunette was unfortunately right.

Wesker chuckled darkly in his throat. "Well, well, well if it isn't Christopher Redfield. We meet again," he smirked.

"Go away Wesker..." the brunette muttered, turning his back on the other man.

The blond laughed mockingly, taking steps towards his companion. "Why would you want me to leave so soon? I've been waiting for this."

"Go to hell."

Wesker laughed at the remark. "Already been there Christopher." He took another step closer to Chris from behind and stood there; his hands running up the other man's thighs up to rest on his hips.