I don't need your help!

[big_badass_hero]

Who| Chris, Wesker, open
What| Chance meetings in the arena
Where| Around the glacier, mostly near his own private hidey hole.
When| day 2 and on?
Warnings| Derpy angsty Chris?  (Probably death)

Chris was staying close to one of the cracks in the ice, he knew it was dangerous, but also knew it would probably be a better place to lay traps if he had to.  The S.T.A.R.S. gunner was going to try to wait it out a little.  Though yeah like things ever go the way he plans.  <i>Stay away from that kid Kevin and I should be good.</i>  He was hoping someone else took the kid out, or the cold did before he had to face him again.  He had one kill already, his mind flicking back to Eliot, whom he hadn't meant to kill, he had tried to help the guy who he had shared drinks with just days before.  

Shaking his head he focused on the task at hand, he needed fire to  keep warm, but needed to hide the smoke, last thing he needed was someone coming to take him out just yet.

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[president_evil]

Out of the dark, Wesker came. A sliver of the night, broken away and made real.

He emerged from the snow, on the echoes on the canon blast that signaled Katurian's end, smelling of death and blood. Flecks of gore still marring his pale cheeks.

Satiated, the wild hunger stifled, the burning in his veins soothed, he almost passed the camp by, the delicate tendrils of smoke not enough to entice his interest, but then the wind shifted and carried to him the scent of something far more intriguing.

Something he'd been searching for.

Changing course, he circled closer, and eased his way up to the break in the ice, leaning over and peering inside - his shadow thrown wild across the golden ice. A monster of the darkest wilds come to call.

[big_badass_hero]

Seeing the shadows on the ice Chris gripped his knife. There was one way into his little hiding hole, and he had made sure it wouldn't be enough room for larger weapons to be used effectively... Though he wasn't sure who it was or what they were armed with.

Had to build a fire didn't you Chris. "Who goes there?"

As he spoke the knife moved so the flat edge was against his forearm, Great for slicing at least.

[president_evil]

Wesker crouched at the lip of the crevice, smiling genially, the dancing firelight making hollows of his cheeks. Reflecting in the lenses of his glasses. Making candles out of his eyes.

"Where are your manners, Redfield? When a friend comes to call, you should invite them in."

[big_badass_hero]

"We're not friends." He sighed though, if Wesker was going to kill him this time around he would have already right? "Fine, come on Wesker." Though the knife didn't leave his hand.

"Sorry no coffee to share."

[president_evil]

Wesker's tongue clucked as he slipped between the walls of ice and slithered up to the edge of the fire, still crouched, still poised, like a panther sitting opposite Chris.

"Come, come, Redfield - is that any way to address the man who saved your life?"

[big_badass_hero]

"Not like I asked you to I had things under control." Okay so he hadn't, but still doesn't mean he likes owing the monster.

[president_evil]

"If I had waited for you to ask, you'd already be dead," Wesker drawled, not fazed in the least by Chris' blustering. "And I wouldn't be here. Enjoying this - lovely campfire."

He lifted his hands, palms out, and - patronizingly - rubbed them together.

[big_badass_hero]

Chris rolled his eyes, he really should just try to take him out, but hey... He's one of the good guys right. "Fine, but don't expect the heat to be that great, stretching the store as long as I can."

Which was true, he had only used a few of the pieces, cutting them up smaller with the knife so it was more chips in the flames, but hey it warmed the area.

[president_evil]

"Do try to contain your disappointment, Redfield, but as delightful as I find your company, I won't be staying."

He rested his wrists on his knees, the thumb of one long-fingered hand idly picking at the other fingers. He'd removed his gloves before feeding, put them in his pockets.

There was blood beneath his fingernails.

"I merely stopped by to share some news I thought you might find of interest."

[big_badass_hero]

"Well there's a surprise." He did ease up his grip on the knife a little. The blood wasn't ignored either.

"So one less kid?"

[president_evil]

"A warning," he replied, giving the accusation all the attention it deserved.

"There's someone new here." He rocked back on his heels, the flickering light casting his face in strange half-shadows and gleaming off his pale-gold hair. Shimmering like dragon's scales. "And her face is - familiar."

[big_badass_hero]

That makes Chris pause. The Wesker he knows only knows of Jill and Becky... But this one might know Claire.

"S.T.A.R.S. or Civ?"

[president_evil]

Wesker had given this moment, this conversation, a great deal of thought. What he said - or did not - would have weight. Influence.

With just the right nudge, a twitch of the right string, Wesker knew he could have Chris out in the snow, marching off to a sticky end. He may not have been the same man he'd encountered aboard the Arcadia, but they were cut from the same cloth. They were of the same flesh.

Heroes. So very predictable.

The question was: did he want to? What would be of more use to him? A dead Chris now... or a trusting one later?

He licked his teeth, tongue sliding beneath his lips.

"To you?" His head tipped - just a fraction - as if considering. "A member of S.T.A.R.S., I believe." His thumbnail worked under the nail of his ring finger. Pick,... pick,... pick, slow and rhythmic. "Jill Valentine."

[big_badass_hero]

He watched Wesker.

"Still in the arena?" A glance at Wesker's hands made him bite back a gulp. "Or did you get her out already?"

[president_evil]

"And if I have?"

He dug the black blood from beneath his nail. Little flakes of it. Little pieces of what could be Jill.

"Will you avenge her, Chris? Will you finally put that knife of yours to good use?"

[big_badass_hero]

Chris growled. He knew Wesker was baiting him.

"If I was going to kill you this early I would have rigged the place to fall down around you." Because you know that so worked back home... will work back home since he hasn't done it yet.

"Would be a waste of wood."

[president_evil]

He shook his head, his hair flashing red and gold in the firelight.

"How disappointing."

But not unexpected, he supposed.

[big_badass_hero]

"What that I've already thought of a kamakazi way to take you out up here? Not like you can do too much damage in the city." At least CHris thought he couldn't.

But it would be falling into their orders. He really didn't want to play the game the Capitol's way.

Typos, typos everywhere.

[president_evil]

"I believe the goal is to win, Redfield. To survive," he replied dryly, rising smoothly out of his crouch and tiping his head back to look up toward the lip of Chris' icy hidey-hole.

"But if you prefer it here, waiting on the mercy of others, far be it from me to deny you."

It was, coming from Wesker, the closest to advice, to a warning, as Chris was going to get. He didn't much care for their captors either... but the difference was that Wesker was willing to do what was necessary in order to get into a position to do something about it.

[big_badass_hero]

"See, I draw the line at killing kids. You on the other hand." He let it drop.

"Oh go have your fun, if I'm anything like the me you know you'd know I don't follow orders or plans that well." Chris grinned. He'd deal with the games in his own way, and right now that was waiting until day break. He didn't want to break his ankle from a crack in the ice after all.

[president_evil]

"Good luck, Chris."

He looked back across, a smile playing around his mouth. A grin that didn't reach the black lenses of his glasses.

"You'll need it."

And with that, he stepped back, away from the warm comforting ring of light, and in the shadows reached up toward the sliver of dark sky, griped the icy edge and lifted himself up into the snow and wind.

His footsteps faded into the night and Chris was once again alone.