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Chris yawned as he opened his eyes to a clear sky. He looks over at Claire, who was cuddling his niece, named Joy, of just a few months old. They were lounging in the city park, enjoying the warm weather of summer. He couldn’t help but wonder how his life would’ve been if he had stayed with Wesker. Would he have wanted to have a child? Just thinking about it made Chris sick. If they ever would have, Wesker would have surely made their kid an experiment.
'Aw sweety are you hungry?’ Claire asks Joy. Chris sees Claire hesitate and grab a snack from her bag. Chris stops her.
‘She just ate.’ Chris explains. With the withholding of the snack, Joy starts crying.
Claire sighs. 'Now look what you did.’ Claire tries to comfort Joy. She pulls out the snack again and Joy stops crying. ‘Once in a while shouldn't matter right?’
Chris looks at his sister doubtfully. He sighs.
'If she gets fat it's your fault.’ Chris jokes.
Claire gawks.
‘I’ll love her no matter what. Just like you Chris.'
Chris smiles back at her.
X
‘Assholes...’ a teenage Chris spits, as his bullies at Raccoon highschool walk away laughing. They had been teasing him about his clothes. They were old-fashioned, torn denims. Chris didn't really have a choice in what he could wear as they were the only clothes his foster home had in his size at that moment. He was growing into a handsome young fellow quite too quickly.
‘Hey, just ignore them.’ Brad Vickers, Chris’ best and only friend, tells Chris. Chris sighs. ‘Sometimes I just wish I could...’
Life at school was boring for Chris. He never really connected with his classmates: the fact Chris didn't have parents made him quite different, as people didn't know how to react to it. Most of them had rather just keep their distance, awkwardly. This, with the care he took of his little sister Claire, gave him little time for himself. As the boys his age were all dealing with their lust and desire for girls, Chris was teaching Claire how to be strong. After his parents passed away, Barry, a skilled cop, took care of them until he could find them a foster home. Chris had looked up to him ever since. So he tried to be like Barry.
He loved helping his sister become a total badass, but also longed for his freedom. Nothing as free as flying... Chris would mumble to himself whenever he'd see a plane soaring over the city.
'Hey Chris, you should come to our party tonight.' Brad suggests. He was holding his bike, ready to cycle away. School had just finished and Chris had planned on heading home to help Claire with her homework. 'I don't know if I can... You know my sis-’ Chris tries.
'Aw come on Chris, don't leave me hanging bro. It’s my birthday.’ Brad presses. Chris looks at Brad. Brad looked excited and not going would probably hurt his feelings. Chris had always put the needs of his sister above his own, not really giving him time to be there for his friends... or himself.
'Al-alright. I'll come.’ Chris says, trying to put up an excited face.
X
At the BSAA, Chris’ smile disappears as his assistant drops and entire stack of paperwork on his desk. He looks through them with dismay: another long day at the BSAA ahead of him.
Did he really leave Wesker and Blue Umbrella for this?
Somehow Chris got the feeling they were doing more work over there than here. The bureaucracy of things nowadays were holding off a lot of progress at the BSAA. Ever since the world had been rid of Umbrella, the BSAA hasn't been the same. The world simply didn't seem to care that much anymore... and so seemed his subordinates.
Chris takes a sip of his tea and decides to leave most of the paperwork untouched. Instead he searches the BSAA database and tries to look up anything on Tentsu, the company behind Piers’ kidnapping and a new bioweapon he and Wesker had found underneath the Pacific Ocean. The database turns up nothing out of the ordinary... until Chris sees Tentsu had become one of the BSAA's biggest investors in his time of absence.
The BSAA is currently heavily indebted to them.
X
Chris made sure he wore his best clothes to Brad’s party. It was very simple: a plain T-shirt, jeans and sneakers. They had become too small for Chris’ physique now that he had taken it on himself to start training like Barry did, and they made him look even more toned. He was 17 at the time. Many girls at Brad’s party had a great interest in Chris, trying to flirt their way into his pants. Chris never really had an interest in them though. He actually struggled to like girls. The fact that he secretly had a small crush on his best friend Brad was something he never dared to tell anyone, even Claire.
But under all the pressure, Chris still tries to flirt back with the girls. It was only under the heavy influence of alcohol that he was capable of doing that though. He never really knew how to deal with his feelings anyways. He didn’t get that class on 'dealing with homosexual feelings' in school or at his foster home.
As the party started blasting hard music, they all decided te play truth or dare. It was Chris’ turn and he decided on a dare. His challenge would be: to throw an egg at the RPD. As drunk as Chris had become, he agreed without hesitation. ‘Fuck the police!’ Brad’s friends chanted as they headed for the RPD, grinning and laughing all their way to it.
In his drunken state, Chris realized quite late that Barry actually worked there. Too late now though... he had his egg in his hand and everyone was watching him, standing in front of the RPD. Suddenly, rain started pouring down on them and Chris’ audience quickly dissipated.
‘Come on Chris, don't be a chicken now!’ Brad encourages.
Chris takes a deep breath and aims his egg at a window. All the lights seemed off, so Barry wouldn't be at work, would he? Chris raises his arm and flings the egg over the fence, to have it fly over to the window and stain it with a yellow splash.
But just when he turns around, proudly, an RPD car stops close to him.
‘Run!!’ Brad screams. Brad and his friends bolt away from the RPD and make their way out just in time.
For Chris though, being as drunk as he was, he didn’t know what to do. He froze.
As Chris stood there silently, the car door opened and the sound of shoes being placed in a wet puddle sizzled through Chris' mind. Chris then sees someone stepping out of the RPD car.
It was a man with piercing green eyes and sleek blond hair.
The man took a moment to eye down Chris, whose skintight shirt had been rained soaking wet. Chris looked back at the man, who seems quite agitated by the brunet. Rain dripped down Chris’ scared face as he tried to muster up an explanation.
'I was jus-' Chris tried.
‘You’re going to come with me and clean that egg, Mr. Redfield.’ Wesker states.