Chris Redfield x Reader

Forty-Three

With shaking hands, Chris began to let his hands run over your body.

There was still a pulse, weak but still noticeable. But it was getting weaker by the second. Time was running out.
As he removed the bulletproof vest from you and pressed his ear against your chest, a slow heartbeat greeted him.

A relieved sigh escaped his lips, lifting a bit of weight off his shoulders.

"Hang in there. I'll get us out of here.", he wanted to get back on his feet.

But you reached out for him with your last strength, grabbed his wirst and forced him to stay. With a shaky breath, you tried to open your eyes wide enough so he was able to see the warning shimmer in them.

"Don't...", as you took a deep breath a sharp pain chased through your body. "I'm done for... Chris. Get out of here... far, far away... p-please."

He flinched, visibly upset.

"Safe your strength. Your words won't change my mind anyways."

"N-no... you don't understand...", a dry cough made your chest shake.

"Then make me understand."

"I'm... trying to... idiot.", with last strength, you sat up straight, your back pressed against the wall for support. "L-look..."

Slowly and so full of pain, you tilted your head to the side and pulled down the fabric of your turtleneck. Thin, black lines had spread on your skin. The spot looked more pale than the rest, as if the body had lost all the colour there. Black spots grew, covering half of your neck already.

"What- Is that? No. No, it can't be.", he gasped, overwhelmed by the sight.

"Run, Chris. Please.", you begged him, twisting and curling in pain. "Argh!"

A sharp pain chased through your body. Your spine stiffened, your back arched and bend back. It was such a quick movement, that you couldn't help but hit your head against the wall behind you.

Stone cracked, the feeling of skin getting pulled together and a headache poking into your brain filled your body.

"(Y/N)!", Chris wanted to rush to your side, but you raised your gaze, fighting against the urge to bite his face off.

"Stay back!", you screamed, your voice sore. "Ugh! Argh! Don't! Don't come closer!"

The pain was unimaginable. It felt like you were burning from the inside, while your brain was spinning in circles. Nausea tied your throat together. All you could do was scream and cough.

Tears filled your eyes.

Chris was sitting on the ground, helpless. His eyes widened and his breath was shaking as he had to witness how you were screaming and crying. Never before he had heard those sounds from you. Never before he had felt this weak.

He was afraid.

"(Y/N)...", he whispered.

Tears began to fill his eyes. As he raised his hand, trying to reach out for you, he was shaking all over.

"A terrible fate, isn't it?", a voice suddenly asked out of the dark.

Suddenly, you froze. It was as if your body had reacted to this very voice, obeying it. Your breath was trembling. Your entire body was shaking in fear while being covered in sweat.

Your lips moved and you wanted to say something, but not a single sound left your mouth. It was as if sewn together.

"W-who's there?", tense, Chris jumped onto his feet and pointed the flashlight into the darkness.

With the other hand, he grabbed the pistol.
A soft laugh filled the air. It sounded lively, yet threatening.

"What a man you are, Chris Redfield.", the voice said.

Inside the shadows, a figure moved.

Chris flinched, as his eyes found a person in the dark. With careful steps, he walked over to you, positing himself to protect your body from possible attacks.

You let out a grim sound, trying to yell. But your mouth wasn't able to form words. Your tongue felt heavy. The taste of blood filled your mouth.

"Who's there?", he asked, trying to sound strong.

A chuckle filled the silence. Then, out of the dark, wings formed. Slowly, the person danced through the air and landed in front of Chris.

It was a woman, dressed in a strange robe with a golden hair ornament. As she stepped into the light, a shimmer appeared in her eyes. She raised a hand, as if she wanted to say she was no threat.

But Chris pulled a face and pointed his gun at her.

"Miranda.", he hissed.

She smiled at him. It was almost a real smile, warm and genuine.

"Hello, soldier.", she greeted him. "I see, you have found what you were looking for. What a pity. Poor, little thing is at the edge of death."

He clenched his fists. His eyes jumped over his shoulder, back to you.

The black spots were spreading even further, pain was drawn onto your face. You twisted and cried while silent screams left your shaking lips. Slowly, but surely, you turned into something.

He just wasn't sure what it will be. A lycan or something even worse. Either way, he did not wish to kill you, however, it seemed that this was the only option that was very likely to happen.

But the way mother Miranda looked at you seemed strange. It looked like she knew what was going on. And she seemed to know how use it to her advantaged.

Confused, Chris frowned.

"Was that your doing?", he asked, nodding into your direction. "What is that?"

She smiled, tilting her head.

"It's not the same disease that creates the lycans. No, this one will turn out way worse.", she raised her hand and moved her fingers, causing you to twist and scream in pain.

"Stop it!", Chris pointed the gun at her, but it seemed to have little effect. "Why- why are you telling me this?"

She raised her chin.

"Well, you are a smart one, aren't you? Indeed, telling you would have no purpose. Unless, I have an exchange to offer."

"Why would you want that? I have nothing to offer you."

"Indeed. Not physically at least. However, your presence in my village has caused quite some... troubles for me and my children. I wish for you to disappear."

"No way. I'll kill you!"

She eyed him for a moment. Then, a thin smile appeared.

"Are you sure? My offer should be to your taste."

He curled his lips, showing his teeth.

"You have nothing of worth to me.", Chris growled.

"What a pity. And I though the life of your old love is of greater worth to you."

He flinched.

"What- what do you mean?"

She smiled.

"I'll spare your friend. I can safe that life, that you love so much. But... you must leave this village. My village. Leave and I shall grant you the opportunity to grow old with what your heart desires. If not, I'll take your dearest love away from you. You will live. Long and healthy. But alone."