System
Disclaimers: I don't own Resident Evil and relating characters. Nor do I own the song "System". They are copyright of their respective owners.
Warning(s): Language, Violence, Yaoi (Male/Male Sex) & other stuff
Pairing(s): Wesker x Chris
Spoilers: This is set after RE5, and it's sort of like an alternate ending sort of thing.
A/N: First of all, listen to "System" by Jonathan Davis. The weird piano-ish sound is exactly like the creepy piano-ish sound from the Resident Evil Theme by Marilyn Manson (The song used in the Resident Evil films). Also, the lyrics go well with Wesker/Chris…So naturally I decided to make a songfic using "System". Enjoy :D
As always, song lyrics are in italics.
Summary: Chris was toxic to his existence. He wanted to possess Chris' body and mind. He wanted to torture him and hear him scream. He wanted to get Chris out of his system.
"Any last words, Chris?" he teased as he pressed the barrel against the brunette's head. The brunette in question showed no signs of fear as he glared up at the man threatening his life. The man with the upper hand had already killed the brunette's partner. That Alomar woman had been an easy kill.
"I hope you rot in hell after everything you've done, you son of a bitch," Chris taunted causing the man with the gun to narrow his eyes. Chris was in no position to be threatening him. He was, after all, about to be shot in the head.
"You know Wesker, after all the shit you've done, there was a part of me that believed you'd change and repent."
You fell away,
What more can I say?
"You're a fool after all then, Chris," the blond responded with a laugh. Moments crept by and still the brunette lived. Chris was getting annoyed. Yes he was glad to be alive, but he hated this anticipation. He knew his fate and he hated having to wait for it.
What Chris didn't know was that his words had struck Wesker. Sure, Wesker still had no intention of repenting and ending his plan to infect the world with Uroboros. But he was reconsidering what he should do with Chris.
Three Weeks Later
Chris still wasn't sure how it happened. One moment Wesker had a gun pointed against his head and the next he was alive in trapped inside of Wesker's mansion. He strongly believed that this was his punishment. It had been his duty to save the world, and he lost. Wesker had successfully spread Uroboros throughout the world. Everyone was infected.
Chris wasn't even human. His soul was trapped inside of a body that used to be his. It still looked the same, tall and muscular with brown hair. But it was the eyes that gave away the fact that he wasn't human. They had turned an unnatural shade of blue and no longer reflected the same spirit they had held before.
Wesker had grown attached to this new Chris. He was thrilled to have a challenge in his, otherwise boring, life. And Chris always provided a challenge. He would fight against Wesker at every turn, and Wesker thrived on it.
The feelings evolved,
I won't let it out,
Wesker was also in love with the faces Chris would make when he'd push himself too hard and the virus inside of him would hurt him as punishment. Chris' lips would pull back as he screamed in agony. It was music to Wesker's ears. Oh yes, he had been right not to kill Redfield.
I can't replace...
Your screaming face,
Feeling the sickness inside
A/N: Yes I know it is short. This is all I had typed for now and I wanted to get it out there. So here is, yet another, new fanfiction! More Wesker/Chris! Yeah. I need to finish some of my older fanfictions, I know. Trust me, I'm working on them all. Well enjoy this little teaser.