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Chris yawned, stretching, no pain met him at those movements so he semi relaxed.
Good health day then.
He opened his eyes, sitting up, and freezing.
What the hell? Why do I have claws?
He flexed his hands, trying to quell the rising panic. This was just a nightmare! He hadn’t done anything that would cause him to be infected, he hadn’t even gone on a mission in a week! Surely any virus would have been noticed by now!
Okay, just stay calm until I wake up, it shouldn’t be that long.
He stumbled toward the bathroom, disappointed to find that the door didn’t have a lock.
Just have to hope someone doesn’t come in.
He stared at himself in the mirror, he looked younger, in his thirties maybe? Only his body looked more like the body of his current self, oh and of course there were his amber eyes and wolf ears.
What kind of dream is this?
He splashed water in his face, trying to wake himself up, accidentally scratching himself on his new claws.
Ow.
He rubbed his face, careful this time to not accidentally scratch himself, already finding the wound had healed.
Okay, from now on until I wake up be careful of these damn claws.
He was about to splash water in his face, heard the door open and felt a strong pair of arms wrap around him, and someone began to kiss his neck.
“Good morning dear heart, I hope you slept well.”
Okay this is definitely a nightmare!
Reluctantly he turned around to face the man he killed twelve years ago.
“Wesker.”
Wesker frowned, pulling away.
“Is something the matter Chris? You seem tense.”
Because I’m seeing the man who tried to kill me and my friends who I thought I killed twelve years ago.
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Chris leisurely stretched as he woke up, unsurprised to find that Wesker had gotten up before him.
Maybe I can surprise in his lab.
He grinned, getting up, just as he got up, he felt sharp pain hit his head and he winced, touching his head.
The hell was that?
He flinched as he got a better look at his body, and noticed that his claws were gone.
The hell?
He reached up to touch his head, finding that his extreme ears were gone too.
What happened? Was I kidnapped? Experimented on?
He didn’t remember being attacked, but maybe he’d been captured while asleep? But why hadn’t Wesker stopped them?
Oh god is Wesker captured to?
He glanced around, it looked like he was in a place with multiple rooms.
Why are they keeping me here, and not some cell?
He swallowed.
Okay, try and calm down, try and figure out what’s going on, first search the whole area.
He straightened, moving to check each room, kitchen and living room, there were photos hanging on the wall, photos of him, photos he didn’t recognize.
The hell is going on? Who took these photos?
Finally he reached the bathroom, freezing when he caught sight of himself in the mirror.
Why am I human again?