A Little Light (Chris Redfield x Reader)

Chapter 12

       "Karl Heisenberg."  You whispered to the air.  Memories started to flood your brain. You used to work for him.  Might have had a small liking to him during that time.  You thought he was gone, along with the rest of the lords and ladies that had ruled this village.  Did they somehow come back after the defeat of Ethan Winters.  Was he even truly gone? 

        You slipped some clothes on that Chris had gotten fresh for you, trying to get used to it when you have been wearing nothing but the same clothes for ages, wandering around the village for majority of your life.  You looked out the window just to make sure everyone was still preoccupied with whatever technology they were dealing with.  You looked at the back of Chris's head, as he was occupied.  Taking a deep breath, you turned on your heels and walked through the back door, slipping outside.  The cool air hitting your face, as you walked down the path a familiar one, making it to Heisenberg's factory.  Familiar territory as the snow crunched under your feet.  You could remember being in the factory, Karl letting you sleep in the factory after a long day of work and it was to late to go out considering his little pet lycans he had.  You hugged yourself, as you grew closer to the gate.  It seemed so much shorter now then it had been in the past.  You walked up to the gate, looking at the family crest of the horse and horseshoe, engraved into the bars.  You took  a deep breath, slowly opening the gate.  This was such a bad idea, and you knew it.  You didn't know how Karl had survived, if he's changed. This could possibly be nothing but death, coming out of this. You took another deep breath as you reached the factory, looking a little more run down, but in good keep, as if someone was actually keeping up with it recently.  You opened the door, as quietly as you could, and walked into the factory.  Suddenly, a bunch of memories flooding your brain.  Dancing in this factory, when Heisenberg wanted a break, listening to music, helping build the killer machines at the time you hadn't known what it was for.  You walked further down the hall, and took a left into Karls office, without a thought of danger.  The light was on, and smelled of fresh cigar smoke.  The hairs stood up on the back of your neck, as you felt a breath on the back of your neck, and you were slammed against the wall with a hand around your throat.

          "Who the hell are you, and how did you manage to sneak in here without me sensing you step into my factory, you little bitch."  The familiar voice washed over you, sending tingles down to your stomach.  Your eyes adjusted to the light, taking in the sight.  He looked as normal as ever. The graying brown, graying hair, the silver like eyes, the beard and the mustache, the hat and the coat.  His glasses were missing, but other then that normal Karl Heisenberg. His eyes bored into mine, as if his eyes had to adjust, his hands tightening around your throat.  You coughed, and groaned. 

           "Karl!"  You choked, trying to grip his hand around your throat.  Hoping he could remember your voice.  

             "Y/N?"  He dropped you instantly, causing you to hit the ground pretty hard as you gasped for air.  Your vision going black, then regaining itself as if you just drowned and came back to life.  He kneeled next to you.  "What the hell are you doing here? I thought you died or left with the rest of the villagers." He took your hands, helping you up.  

              "Uh...it's a long story, and I don't really remember anything...except recently....memories are starting to come back...how the hell...are you here? I thought...you..." Suddenly, you heard an explosion, come from the distance, and the men yelling. You straightened, and all you could think about was Chris Redfield, as your gaze turned to Heisenberg, and there was a grin on his face.