Beg Me for Your Death

Disclaimer: I do not own Resident evil. If I did…Wesker would still be alive. And Uroboros would have taken over the world. And it didn't happen. So my statement stands.

A tall shadow stood at the corner of the room. Chris's somewhat mangled body strapped down to an operating table of sorts. A long needle had been skillfully inserted into the veins atop his tanned hand.

Chris's helicopter had gone down as soon as they left the volcano. And it was all thanks to those still trying to keep the Umbrella Corporation running. Those sad pathetic fools, but at least they were good for many, many things. Information. Pawns. A workforce. A distraction to those trying to constantly foil his plans. Had he a heart...he would almost feel a little sorry for them. Almost.

After Chris's helicopter went down, he had stumbled across it. After he hauled himself out of that pit of hell. However, that proved the state of resilience his body now possessed. Many shots to his body, courtesy of Chris and that girl Sheva, a dip in a volcanic bath, and two RPGs to the face...and he got out of that nasty mess with only a few scratches. Had that helicopter not come, those two would have met their fate.

Infected red eyes focused on that body that belonged to his former subordinate and mortal enemy. Oh how he wanted him dead. He wanted to kill him then mutilate the body...

But he had thought of a much better way for him to go.

He was going to break him. He was going to torture him mentally and physically. He was going to drive him towards the point of no return. He was going to get in his mind and under his skin.

He was going to show him what happened when you meddle with Albert Wesker's work.

The infection broke his train of thought. It crawled underneath his skin and made a sickening sound. He had to find fresh human DNA soon or he wouldn't be able to keep control anymore...

He actually had to make sure he thanked Chris. Had it not been for him...his body wouldn't be so powerful. When he had managed to get out of that volcano, he felt something that he didn't feel before. He had almost gotten high of it. He felt as if he was going to crumble into nothingness, that was how powerful it was. How incredibly powerful he now was. This thing he now had inside of him, these things, all these Bio-Organic Weapons. He was immune to death, and injury.

He was now the epitome of immortality.

He was a god.

A god that would bring about a new world order and cure humanity of it's impending doom.

He would bring peace and security to those who truly deserved it. Those who had stronger DNA. Those who were able to evolve into a higher being. He would give those people what they desire. A world where the stupid and weak do not trample on their success.

Defile them.

A dark chuckle escaped his lips as he stepped out of the shadows. His red preditorial eyes still seeming to glow even in the bright white light of the room. Everything in the room was white and sterile. It seemed to fit with his personality and demand for perfection and excellence. However, everything that he was going to be doing in this abandoned Umbrella lab would be done by him. The use of others would once again jeopardize his plans.

If he wanted something done right and perfect he had to do it himself. Humans always had the tendency of messing something up. So much room for error. Error he did not tolerate or wish to deal with. With 'perfect' examples of Excella and Jill.

Tight leather made soft sounds as he reached down and softly touched the side of Chris's face with the back of a leather gloved hand.

He had known of Chris's infatuation when he was his subordinate in S.T.A.R.S. Maybe that is why he was so hell bent on destroying him. Why he was so obsessed. He just couldn't let it go, could he?

"Poor Chris." He said mockingly in that gravelly voice of his. "Poor dear little Christopher." He started chuckling. "Poor Redfield. Have you not gotten over what used to not have been? I never really was that esteemed captain that you looked up to. The one that you would have gladly given your life for and would have taken a bullet for him. He never existed. But you and your stupid gullible little team Alpha, along with team Bravo, didn't see that." His laughter echoed throughout the halls of the facility. "It's so absolutely SAD."

He recomposed himself and let his gloved hand settle on Chris's neck. His grip tightening slightly. "You will wish that i have snapped your neck at this moment, in your sleep, Christopher. At the end of this experience..." He leaned down and whispered into the unconscious man's ear, "...You're going to be begging for death."

AN: I desperately need a beta. –Crycrycry-

Oh and flamers…Suck it.

But I would love comments and creative crit. That always makes me happy. And PLEASE, someone bitch slap me in the face with a shotgun if I get OOC.