Following the path of human marks left in the snow, eyes sharpening on the larger grouping of blood before it stopped with signs of struggle by a tree. He lifts his head as his eyes scan the snowy path in front of him, locating a second stumble in the snow. Trudging through the cold with ease he followed his son's tracks in the snow. "Where are you?" He muttered, watching his breath cloud up in front of him. He could feel a heartbeat nearby, so loud he thought an avalanche would occur. So close, but not close enough to grab. He stops by a frozen lake, eyes fluttering upwards to see a body stumble forward before collapsing to his knees. "There you are." His tone holds a sinister playfulness as he begins to step onto the ice.
The male feels the ice shift slightly under his knees, eyes lifting upwards to turn around and face his father. He brings himself slowly to his feet, waiting for a moment for him to react. "Why are you doing this?"
"Are you finally done now? Have you finally stopped running away? Have you spent all your energy along the way? You know how badly we have missed you, so why do you keep running?" He steps closer, though pauses as he notices a glimmer shining up from below the ice.
"What did I do to you?" The male asked, kneeling before his father quietly. "Hello?"
His eyes snap back down harshly onto his form. "Are you coming home?"
"Home?" Brow etched with disdain as he pushed himself to stand on his feet, the glimmer under the ice disappearing slowly. "I don't have a home."
"You always have had a home with me, you know that." His father stepped closer, the ice whining beneath his feet. "You know I would never purposely hurt you." He outstretches his arms for his son to join him in an embrace, but scowls when the male steps backward.
"No."
"No?" His scowl deepens as he crosses his arms over his chest. "What do you mean?"
"You took my home from me a long, long time ago." He turned his gaze to the snowy shadows around them, feeling the shiver running through his body and the chill that crept into his bones. His bottom lip quivered slightly as he looked back towards his father. They can't keep going back and forth like this, one of them needs to go. "I lost my home when my mother died. I lost everything because of you." His eyes sharpen like knives as he lets out a huff of ethereal smoke falling from his lips. "You took away everything I had. I became the monster you so heartlessly created!"
"I did it for you! Everything I have done since your mother died was for you!" His father snapped back, catching the other male slightly off guard.
"Excuse me?"
"Your mother caused this all to happen, don't you see?" He waved his arms around before himself, seeing his son's confusion. "That goddamned flower screwed your brain all around."
"The flower?" He shook his head, mouth opening slightly before a glow blew passed his head and pierced his father's left side. His body unconsciously snapped to look behind himself to see a woman holding onto a lantern, glowing an eerie blue. "What the hell?" Through the haze of snow, he could make out pale skin beneath a dark mauve cloak, covering the top of a woman's slim face. "Who are..?" He felt a hand clasp onto his shoulder and pull him backward. Falling back into the ice until it broke beneath him, his body colliding with the cold water that bite instantly at his skin. His father stood above the hole, staring down at the woman as another burst of blue flew towards him. It collided with his chest and flung him backward into the ice, causing it to break and have his body fall into the freezing waters.
Their eyes closed as he sank, feeling his freezing body begin to adjust to the temperature. Feeling the water burning his lungs before a sharp pain pierced his right side. Screaming into the water and opening his eyes to stare up at an eerie glowing orange. He shook his head and flailed his arms, pushing himself deeper into the freezing waters until his back hit the muddy bottom. Dirt covered his body as he tried to gather himself and scrambled towards his father's unconscious body. As he reached his body and pushed him toward the surface he felt a rough hand grip the collar of the back of his shirt and rip him from the freezing waters along with his father. Both men coughing heavily as he turned to face the blonde-haired man.
"You're supposed to be dead." He spoke, seeing amusement flicker in the other man's eyes.
"Oh, am I now?" A stand-down occurred, hands clenching tightly at his sides as he stared down the taller man. "Look at how much you've barely changed since we last spoke."
"Fuck you." He spits back, eyes narrowing as he backed up. He could feel his father's eyes on the back of his head while his nerves bit at his core from the freezing air beating into his skin.
"Oh, I'm sure you wish you could."
"Yeah right. On my dead body." He argued back, turning to face his father. "Did you plan this?" He saw the guilt flash in his father's eyes as the man turned to face the hole in the ice. "Oh my god. You were trying to sell me again! You planned this from the start! Chris was..." He slumped his shoulders as his face grew hot, tears pricking at his eyes as he turned to face Wesker.
"Don't you say his name!" He growled, catching the male slightly off guard.
"Why? Because he beat you?" He felt his body shudder against the cold, arms wrapping around his body. "Because he's better than you in every possible way?"
"Because he can't protect even one person?" Wesker retorted, adjusting his glove before walking forward toward the male. "It's not like he can stop me now. Not after what I have planned for you."
"Over my dead body." He snarled back, feeling his back hit the tree behind him. Wesker stepped forward and pinned his body against the tree with an arm on either side of his head, tightly holding his shoulders against the wood.
"Oh, darling." Wesker hummed softly, eyes sharpening slightly as he leaned forward to whisper into his right ear. "That's my plan."
