Chrisker One-Shots

Till The End

"Give up your way, you could be anything
Give up my way, and lose myself, not today
That's too much guilt to pay..." The Last Song I'm Wasting on You by Evanescence

Chris stared dully at his veins. They showed vividly through his skin, giving off a greyish tint. It was strange to be able to see his veins so clearly. He was able to trace his veins with ease, like a map with lines all leading to his heart. Chris could feel his heartbeat without placing a hand to his chest. It was slow, oh so very slow. If it hadn't been for it being his own he would have assumed he was dead. As it was, he pulse was so slow and weak that it was nearly none existent. It was like his heart was whispering and it was only for him to hear.

His body, like his heart, was also weak. It was painfully obvious that he probably weighed little more than a hundred pounds, probably even less. That was more than likely due to the fact that he refused to eat anything, and when Wesker forced him to eat he purged his self of any substance that had made it to his stomach once the blonde man was gone. He was dying and he knew it, but he refused to take his enemy's offer. Chris knew what it would entitle. Watching everyone he loved and cared about die. He refused to have that happen, even if it meant losing his own life.

He just had to get through this day, like all the others. Today was no different from any other that had passed by. Chris' brows furrowed as he tried to guess how long he'd been here. He couldn't guess. In his mind it felt like eternity. The door to the bland, sterile room opened to reveal the man that had kept him here against his will.

...

Wesker opened the door to Chris' room to see the skeletal brunette lying on his white cot inspecting his vivid veins. The sight sickened him, but some sadistic part of him found the sight rather enjoyable. His jaw clenched at that thought. He had once thought that the day he finally captured and broke Chris Redfield would be the happiest moment in his life. It had been for the first month or so, but as the months dragged on he couldn't find any enjoyment in harming his ex-subordinate.

"Have you thought over my offer," Wesker asked in a neutral tone.

He had asked the brunette many times and had been refused every time. Wesker knew he should just give up and let the man die, but something inside him just wouldn't let that happen. He, also, knew he could just force the man to take the serum, but yet again something inside him refused to do that as well. Couldn't Chris see that he was trying to save him? Couldn't this ignorant, stubborn man see that he could become anything if he would just let him save him?

...

Chris turned his dull, blue gaze upon the blonde man in the room. He was slightly pleased to see his ex-captain subtly flinch at the sight of his dull, bleak gaze. For a moment he felt a twinge of happiness pass through his being, before it was gone and replaced with the nothingness that he had become. His mind mulled over the offer he had been tempted to take many times. God, how he wanted nothing more than to accept that offer and not die. But he knew that it would cost him more than he would gain in the end. Chris would lose his self. He would lose everything about his self that made him who he was. And he would have to live with the guilt of ruining so many innocent lives.

Chris' mind wandered to the last time he had been outside in the sun. He had been just as sickened and weak as he was now, but at least he had been able to move yet. Wesker had taken him outside as a way to persuade Chris to give into his offer. It hadn't worked, but at least Chris had been able to see the sun for at least one more time.

As Chris had lain in the grass Wesker had told him something unexpected. The man had told him that he loved him. Chris had frozen at those words. Hadn't Wesker just held him down the other day and screamed at him that he wanted him to die? So, forgive him if he found the blonde tyrant's words laughable.

Chris laughed at the blonde's words and stated derisively, "If you loved me, you wouldn't have done what you've done to me. You love no one, besides yourself."

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Wesker wanted to scream profanities at Chris, as he saw that defiant fire smolder in his dying eyes. He knew he wouldn't accept the offer and that knowledge made him want to go on a rampage and destroy everything in sight. He'd never truly wanted to hurt the brunette like this. Just break him a little, but not kill him from the inside out. There was just something about Chris in pain that he found intriguing. No, that wasn't it. Wesker found the other man beautiful beyond belief when he was in pain.

...

Chris knew if he gave into Wesker's wants he could live longer and be anything he ever desired to be, but he knew he couldn't do it. So, Chris knew what his final answer to the other man would be.

"No," Chris said, his voice was so thin and frail even to his own ears. "Just let me go, Wesker"

He knew his words had struck something inside the blonde, when Wesker opened his mouth to speak and no words came out. Chris smiled sadly and turned his gaze up to his ceiling. He would die and that was fine with him. Chris knew he was doing the right thing, even if it hurt to see the stricken look on Wesker's face. At least he would die knowing it had been his decision, his decision not to lose his self in Wesker's senseless hate.

Chris knew the man would hate him for his decision. He looked at Wesker to see his mouth opening and closing like he was screaming something at him, but he couldn't hear a word that was yelled at him. Was this what it was like to die? If it was then he didn't mind. The blonde's sunglasses were no longer covering his unnatural gaze, allowing him to see Wesker's reddish colored eyes. Chris remembered a time when those had been a normal gray-blue color. But that felt like a life time ago now.

With those long, almost forgotten memories, the many lies that had come from that man's mouth surfaced in his mind. Chris doubted that anything that Wesker had told him had been the truth. And he doubted that even if he could hear Wesker now, all those words spewing from his mouth would still be lies. There had been a time that Chris had believed everything that man had told him, but not anymore. He was almost grateful that he couldn't hear Wesker.

Chris could feel his eyes growing heavy. He felt so tired. All he wanted to do was close his eyes and go to sleep. Through his half-closed gaze, he watched Wesker demanded he stay awake, to say anything at all to him to prove he could hear him. But Chris couldn't even find the energy to respond to him, let alone keep his eyes open. In a way Chris had found a way out of his miserable existence he had been living. It was a relief to be able to let go of all the stress and worry that he had built up over the years. But looking at the man before him, he was almost sorry to leave him like this.

The last of Chris' energy left his body and he closed his eyes with a sigh as the blackness rushed to greet him. Wesker watched as the life left Chris and he screamed in rage and hit the wall nearest to him. Why hadn't he let him save him? Wesker would have even let him do as he pleased, even if that meant trying to stop him, if he would have just let him save him. But now Chris was gone and all that was left of him was a corpse. And if he tried to bring him back, what good would it be? It wouldn't be the man that had chased after him for years foiling his every plan.