Chrisker One-Shots

A New Era

"I'm waking up to ash and dust
I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust
I'm breathing in the chemicals

I'm breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus
This is it, the apocalypse
Whoa

I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones
Enough to make my systems blow
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh, I'm radioactive, radioactive
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh, I'm radioactive, radioactive..."
Radioactive by Imagine Dragons

Chris woke to the sound of dead silence. Rubbing his bleary eyes, he glanced around the dark room he was in trying to figure out where he was. The last thing that he could remember was fighting against Wesker on a plane with Sheva. Shit, where was Sheva? Rising unsteadily to his feet, Chris searched the dark room for any sign of his partner. But as far as he could tell, she wasn't with him. Taking the moment to try and decipher where he was, Chris found that one whole wall was just a window and the rest of the room was quite bland. Aside from two doors on the wall opposite of the window and king sized bed, there was nothing in the room. Staring out the window, Chris took a step forwards only to hear the crinkle of paper beneath his feet. Chris glanced down curiously to see a neatly folded paper beneath his foot. Lifting his foot, he retrieved the paper with a feeling of apprehension worming its way into his gut. Unfolding the paper slowly like it would bite him at any given moment, Chris curiously gazed down at the contents of the letter.

Dear Christopher,

Enjoying the view? You should feel privileged to be one of the few to get to see the new world. But knowing you and your self-righteousness, you won't see the honor that has been bestowed upon you. Well seeing as you'll be in that room for some time, you'll have an ample amount of time to reflect upon the privilege that you've been given. And maybe with time you'll begin to see things my way.

Until I return, I'll give you something to contemplate on. How does it feel to know you failed?

The letter may not have been signed, but it didn't need to be for him to know who it was from. Crumpling the letter in his hand, Chris turned his gaze back to the world outside. The dim orange glow that illuminated the room was from the fires that were strewn throughout the city. He could faintly make out the shapes of creatures darting through the streets far below him. Screams of terror and agony rang loudly through the night air reaching all the way up to the brunette watching transfixed high above all of the chaos ensuing down below.

And as he stood there, he couldn't believe it. He'd lost and Wesker had finally won. Wesker had at long last gotten the world of chaos and destruction that he wanted. As these realizations sunk in, Chris found it hard to breathe. It was like such a function had become foreign to him. Stumbling forwards, he planted a hand against the window before him and watched as ash fell from the sky like snow. Dust swirled around the streets obscuring the people and creatures darting to and fro. Unable to tear his gaze away from the horrifying sight, he could feel his stomach turn in revolution. Chris stood there for what seemed like hours as his skin took on a whitish sheen and the feeling that he would be sick at any given moment continued to crescendo until it hit its peak.

Forcing himself to turn away from the window, Chris stumbled towards one of the doors. He tugged on the door handle for a moment before his numb mind processed that it was locked. Walking unsteadily away from that door, he made his way over to the other one. The second door swung open with ease allowing the brunette to stumble the couple steps over to the toilet, where he sank down onto his knees and retched into the toilet. What little had been in his stomach immediately evacuated it. After a couple minutes of vomiting, all Chris could do was dry heave. It took him several minutes to stop dry heaving and several more to have the will to move away from the toilet.

Leaning back against the wall, Chris let the cold from the tile seep into his body and quell the over bearing heat that radiated from his body. Chris knew that he had to get out of here and do something about the hell Wesker had unleashed upon the world. But what would he do? No, the question was what could he do? He was just one person and he was more than positive that not many had survived the airborne virus or creatures that had been unleashed upon them. Maybe he should just content himself with staying up here in this room that was high above it all. After all, there really wasn't much that he could do. No! He wouldn't just stay holed up in this room, while innocent people were suffering needless while he could do something about it. But before he could do anything he had to figure out how to get out of here.

Chris closed his eyes tiredly; he would figure that out when the time came. After all, that was what he did best. He never really was a person to make a plan and follow through with it. With that decided he lay down on the cool tile floor and curled up. But try as he might to sleep, the screams of the outside world kept reaching his ears. Covering his ears with his hands, Chris kicked the bathroom door shut. Once the door was shut, it blocked out the dim orange light and quieted the endless screams.

In the darkness, Chris promised himself that he would do anything to save this world from the hell it had become. Even by becoming the very thing that he hated, a monster. Smirking deviously, Chris hoped Wesker knew what he was getting himself into by allowing him to live. Because if the tyrant believed that it would be easy to break him now, since as the blonde would see it there was nothing left for Chris to fight for, than he was dead wrong. Welcome to a new age of hell, Wesker.