Chrisker One-Shots

Monster

"Erase this monster I've become
Forgive me for all the damage done
It's not over
Say it's not over
I'm begging for mercy
I'm only the monster you made me

I'm better alone now
See I'm torn from my mistakes
And I stop believing that I could ever make things change
How much can I take?
When I know that it hurts you
How long can I wait
When I can't go on like this anymore..."
Monster You Made Me by Pop Evi

Chris shook his head violently. This wasn't real. This wasn't happening. None of this was possible. It wasn't real. It was all just his imagination. This wasn't real! His gun shook in his hand as he stared in horror and disbelief.

"No, no, no, no," Chris muttered his voice increasing in volume with each word. "No! You're dead!"

His screamed words ringing loudly in the room as his nightmare continued to make its way towards him. Brown eyes stared transfixed at the tall black nightmare coming his way with a malicious smirk on its face. His nightmare almost seemingly blended in with the dark of the room. It probably would have if not for its pale skin and blonde hair. There was also that bright flash of red behind black sunglasses that Chris could see every once and awhile.

"You're not real!" Chris screamed, opening fire on the dark shadow of a man.

The sound of gunshots rang through the air with every bullet fired, until that disheartening click could be heard. But Chris kept trying to shoot anyways. Those pale lips curled into a dangerous smirk before they disappeared, leaving Chris to stare into the darkness. He searched the darkness with his eyes and slowly spun around searching for the man that had disappeared. Chris slowly turned to look behind himself to see Wesker right behind him. A startled gasp escaped his lips and he brought up his gun out of reflex. Wesker merely snatched his hand and bent it back until Chris leased the gun with a pained gasp.

Chris stared up at the man gripping his hand in terror. They stood there like that for a moment with Wesker twisting Chris' wrist to the point of breaking, before the tyrant flipped Chris body up into the air and back onto the ground. Chris' back hit the ground hard and all the air came out of his lungs in a whoosh. He lay there gasping like a fish out of water, desperate to regain the air that had forcibly exited his body. Even as he lay there gasping for air, his eyes never strayed from Wesker. He watched as the tyrant kneeled down beside him and reached out a hand for his face. Chris closed his eyes as that hand came within inches of his face and flinched when he felt a cold leather glove on the side of his face.

"What are you so afraid of, Christopher?"

"You're dead," Chris muttered, squeezing his eyes shut.

A harsh, maniacal laugh erupted in the dark room, causing Chris to flinch at the sound of it. It seemed to last for hours, when it had been minutes long.

"I am a god! I can never die," Wesker informed him. "Have you learned nothing, Christopher?"

Chris didn't reply, choosing to remain silent as his mind screamed that this was a nightmare. He needed to wake up. But he couldn't.

"Poor, poor, Christopher. Always so naïve," Wesker murmured.

Chris wanted to run, to fight, to do something, but he couldn't. His body was paralyzed. In fear or from the touch of Wesker's hand, he didn't know.

"But don't worry I'm going to help you," Wesker murmured, his voice slowly changing, "by releasing the monster within you that you always were, Chris."

Chris' eyes flew open. That wasn't Wesker's voice. Kneeling above him was Ada, smiling down at him maliciously with her ever present red scarf wrapped around her neck. In her right hand was a shot. Dark, fluorescent blue liquid swirled around in the shot with blackish looking parasites floating around in it. Chris immediately struggled to get away from her. He didn't want to become a monster.

"No!" Chris screamed, as he flung an arm out to slap it away from him.

Just before he could hit the shot his arm was slammed back down to the ground and unbearable pain erupted in his other arm. A scream ripped free from his throat as it felt like his arm had been pinned down and screwed with a thick blade. His eyes darted up to see Piers was the one pinning him to the ground. Hazel eyes that had once been so warm were now like ice as they stared down at him.

"Piers," Chris croaked.

"Don't fight it, captain," Piers said, his mutated arm pulsing like it had heartbeat all its own. "It's not so bad as long as you don't fight it."

Chris shook his head, his eyes wide in horror. This wasn't happening.

"Don't fight it, Chris," multiple voices told him.

His eyes shot around the room to see everyone he had ever fought standing in a circle around him. No. They were all dead. Every last one of them. Dead. No, this was a dream. It had to be.

"No, no, no!" Chris sobbed; as he watched the familiar faces of his friends begin to mix in with his enemies.

"Don't fight it, Chris," they all told him over and over again.

"It'll all be over shortly, Chris," Ada told him, the needle of that vial shot poised to plunge into this skin and into his bloodstream.

All he could do was watch in wide eyed fear as that needle cut through the air straight for the side of his neck. He tried to wrench his head to the side, but Ada's grip on the side of his face like iron, immovable. His eyes frantically danced around the room, until they landed on Wesker. The tyrant stood behind Ada like he was supervising a project. A sharp prick in the side of his neck and a burning sensation erupted in his veins, traveling throughout his body. Chris screamed as he felt like his body was being burned from the inside out. Ada and Piers moved away from him as his body began to spasm and convulse on the floor. His eyes rolled up in his head as his body tried to reject the foreign substance coursing throughout his body.

After what felt like years, he was finally still. His breathing was labored like he'd run a marathon. And his limbs were heavy and responsive.

"How does it feel?" Wesker asked, standing before him. "How does it feel to become a monster as well, Christopher?"

Chris' eyes flew open in panic as he jerked his arms against the restraints holding him down. He didn't want to become a monster. Not now, not ever! He slowly calmed down enough to realize that he was in a white sterile room, strapped down to a bed. Chris looked around the room to see Wesker on the other side of the room typing away on a laptop. He lifted his head up as much as he was able to, trying to see what the blonde was doing. But after a minute, he gave up and laid his head back down on the bed. Wesker chose that moment to look over at the brunette.

"You're finally awake," Wesker said, moving to stand beside Chris' bed.

"What did you do to me?" Chris croaked, staring up into those dark sunglasses.

Wesker smirked down at him, grabbing something off the table near Chris' bed.

"Why don't you see for yourself?" Wesker told him, holding up the object before Chris' face.

The object was a mirror. Chris glanced at Wesker in confusion before obliging. His reflection stared back at him, looking the same as it always did. Except for one thing, his eyes. Eyes that should've been brown were now a bright blue that glowed faintly with slit pupils, like Wesker's did.

"No," Chris murmured in horror. "No, no, no. You've...y-you've turned me..."

"Into a monster?" Wesker finished for him, before scoffing. "I've made you into a god, Christopher. Not a monster."

A/N: Alright, what do you guys think? I know it's pretty short, but I kind of got the idea while listening to a song and I just had to write it. I suggest listening to this story with the song Lacrimosa by Media Music Factory. I'm sorry there's no romance to it, but sadly Chris and Wesker aren't always relationship sort coupling. But if you guys have any requests, than please let me know. I'd be more than willing to do them. All things belong to their respective owners, only the story idea belongs to me. Anyways, reviews and all that good stuff greatly appreciated!