Chris Redfield x Reader

Forty-Six

With shaking hands, Chris pressed down on the wounds that were slowly opening up on your skin. Blood was pouring out, covering his hands, up to his arms and even his face.

He was shaking. A strange, icy cold was spreading through his entire body. His mind couldn't think straight no more.

Never before he had seen so much blood pouring out of a living person. What was even worse was that it was you. He was seeing the life escaping from your shaking and twitching body right before his eyes while all he could do was shiver and beg.

Tears filled his eyes. His breath fastened.

"Stop it. Please, I beg you, make it stop!", his eyes jumped up to mother Miranda.

There was this smile on her face, so satisfied, so sure of victory. She knew that he had nothing to fight her. And even if he did, he would loose.

Her lips parted, her fingers moved and the dark spots underneath your skin stopped growing. They moved, almost like worms, twitched and curled until they shrank into little bumps.

Immediately, your body stopped moving. An exhausted groan escaped your lips, but your mind was gone, far, far away.

"What- what happened?", he asked, stroking some bloody strands of (H/C) hair out of your face.

"Chose, soldier.", Miranda demanded.

"What did you do? What happened?!", his vice was shaking.

He wasn't sure if it was because of anger or fear. But he knew that there was hate in him. Untameable, burning hate for mother Miranda.

Her eyes wandered down to your body, that was laying still. Almost like a corpse. No breath made your chest rise and sink, no sound made your lips tremble. Behind the closed eyelids, no eyes moved.

"Your precious little friend is running out of time, soldier.", she said, raising her fingers. "There is a phenomenon, that humans cannot explain. Sometimes, a dying person jumps too far and misses death by a hairs width. Your friend has a stubborn little head, the body too weak to live but the mind too strong to die."

"What- what bullshit are you talking?", with a pained expression, Chris jumped to his feet, pulled his gun out and pointed it directly to her forehead.

She wasn't impressed.

"Hmpf.", she shrugged, grinning and ordered your hands to open so that the strange black branches could grow out of your body and hand her the grenade. "Do not challenge me, Chris Redfield. You might be strong, but I am so much more. Do not think I am stupid enough to face you in the flesh. I am, but a mere vessel made from the Megamycete. I am not the real Miranda. All I am is a courier to propose a bargain that is of worth to you."

His eyes twitched, he had to bite his lips to keep his voice down.

"If this is a bargain that is only worth to me, why do you propose it?", he asked, slowly feeling suspicious of her.

"Indeed, a strange thing, isn't it? All I would gain from this would be you out of the picture. However, you do not know how much I desire you to get lost."

"And if I will? If I leave with (Y/N), will I be at peace? How do you want to know that I will not return?", with his teeth clenched together, he had to keep himself from shooting her in the face.

It was probably true, what she said. Mother Miranda wouldn't have come on her own. It would have been too much of a risk.

This was nothing but a puppet. Killing it would be no use to him.

Again, her lips moved and she smiled.

God, how much he hated that smile.

"Yes, that possibility does exist. However...", she tilted her head and glanced at you. "You do not think that I am that stupid, do you? Your friend will stay connected to me, through this... gift of mine."

He growled.

"That... you won't remove the infection?", he already knew the answer, but somehow he wanted to hear it out of her mouth.

A chuckle made her chest tremble.

"Of course not. How stupid would that be? No, the spores will stay in place. However, it will have to stay this way anyways."

"What do you mean?"

"Tzk. Stupid soldier. Don't you see? This one is through. No matter how much you will fight for this life, no matter what doctors or hospitals will take a look, it is pointless. It is not a question of survival. Your precious love is already too far from life to be saved. No, it is not. It is a question of revival."

"(Y/N)... will be a monster..."

"No. Not if the stubbornness is strong enough. You will not notice that the humanness has faded. The body will feel real, flesh and bones. The mind will be the same. However, it will be... like Ethan Winters. Not alive. Not dead."

A shaky breath left Chris's lips as he threw a gaze back at you.

His hands were still shaking, the feeling of blood stuck to them. It was warm, yet so cold.

Suddenly, his ears seemed deaf. He couldn't hear Miranda's voice no more. The sound of wind chasing through the tunnel was gone all of a sudden.

There was nothing anymore. Nothing but you.

"Why..?", he finally asked, without looking at her. "Why such a bargain? Why?"

Miranda raised her chin, looking at your body.

"No threat could change your mind. You've seen death, felt it. You don't fear it, not your own. Not the ones of your comrades.", she whispered into his ear. "But life. Oh, life is something that you desire so much more. Especially this one. The life you love, the life you wish to have. You could have it, but only with this one. You know, if there is only one of a kin, it becomes more precious. The last buffalo wasn't precious because it was a buffalo, but because it was the last. This one, your one, is the last for you. The last chance for change. The last spark of light in the dark. No other will be able to take that place. It will be this one, or no one. So tell me, Chris Redfield, how will you decide?"