「Believe In Your Destruction」

RP for P30-corrupted Chris Redfield | Selective | Divergent - [icon + header are mine]

[splattermemes-deactivated202007]

protective sentence starters

as requested. Feel free to change pronouns or anything else !

“Don’t you hurt a single hair on his/her/their head.”

“Hands off!”

“What do you think you’re doing to him/her/them?”

“I’ll never let you go.” / “Don’t ever let me go.”

“Don’t ever leave my sight again.”

“I got your back.”

“Where are you going? It’s not safe out there!”

“Do you trust me?”

“Be more careful next time. I don’t want to bandage you up again.”

“Hey, it’s cold outside. At least wear a jacket.”

“I’d die for you.”

“You’ll back off if you know what’s good for you.”

“Get behind me NOW.”

“Here, I have an extra weapon.”

“Duck, you idiot!”

“Go on without me.”

“Well what did you expect would happen while you’re walking alone at night? Come on, let’s get you away from that creep.”

“Hey. Pal. I’ve got a gun/knife/fist/weapon and I’m not afraid to use it.”

“You can stop hugging me now.”

“You scared the shit out of me. I’m never going to stop hugging you.”

“Quit babying me! I can protect myself.”

“I’ll always be there to save you.” / “I know you’ll always be there to save me.”

“If you even THINK about touching him/her/them, I’ll kill you.”

“[choked up] I thought I lost you.” / “[choked up] I never thought I’d see you again.”

[sankta-zoyas]

torchwood (series 2) starters

And look at you, trying so hard to be all grown up.

Did you miss me?

What’s to fix? You don’t mess with this level of perfection.

I came back for you.

See, now you’ve given yourself away. Only someone who’s bluffing ever says they’re not.

Did I mention I’m armed? 

What can you be doing that’s more important than me? 

You went to murder rehab?

The odd kill, who does it hurt? 

Here and now, that’s what’s important. The work we do, the person I am now. That’s what I’m proud of.

What kept me fighting was the thought of coming home to you. 

Are you asking me out on a date?

We should be up there, among the stars, claiming them for our own.

Remind me never to get on your bad side. 

Your bedside manner’s rubbish.

They know more about this place than I do. Nobody knows more than I do. 

I have to stay away from you. If I don’t, I’m gonna end up hurting you. 

Each one of us must fight on to the end. Whenever that is.

I could murder a cup of tea.

You talk about your life like you’ve got no control over it.

Do you never wonder if we’re worth saving?

I think we’re worth saving. Wars and all.

I was just thinking, I’d do anything for you. 

I don’t really know where I really belong. Maybe that doesn’t matter anymore.

Stop pissing me around. You’re so used to lying and fobbing me off like the idiot I obviously am.

All I ever asked was for you trust me.

Is there anything in your life that’s actually based on truth? 

All you did tonight was mess things up. 

I just wish you were a bit uglier. 

You really think you could go back to your old life before this? 

You can’t block out the past forever.

I can’t afford to remember. 

How far would you go for me? I need to know. Would you die for me? 

Knowing there has to be more to life than this. Knowing I’m special. Waiting for someone to see it.

You save one life, a hundred lives, but it’s never enough. Who’ll save me? 

No, I don’t do flowers. And I definitely don’t do apologies.

Come on, be honest. You just came all this way to see me. 

You know, none of us know whether to take you seriously when you say those things.

I wasn’t ready to give up on you. I guess I was hoping for a miracle. And I still am.

Are we seriously going to act on something she’s googled? 

It almost sounds as if you care. Well done.

I didn’t realise we were in competition. 

I’ve seen you save so many lives. Are you really going to let this beat you?

It’s not bad that you need help.

I believed people. I believed them when they said it would get better.

You can say what you like. I’m not leaving you. 

No more locking it all away. You tell me when it’s bad. Share it with me. Okay?

I’m scared. I’m scared that if I close my eyes I’ll get trapped in the darkness. 

Listen, you’d better start trusting me, okay? 

Are you being rude about me? 

What’s with the attitude? You’ve got a face like a slapped arse. 

You used to care. You used to be bothered about people. Didn’t matter who they were, or what they did.

It’s the hope that’s killing me. 

It was better when I didn’t know. Before you, I had hope.

First I’m going to kiss him, then I’m going to kill him. 

It’s going to be dangerous. Think you could bear a little danger?

What am I supposed to do with those memories? 

We don’t have a song. And if we did have a song, it wouldn’t be this song.

I’m keeping more secrets than you’d believe. 

Hold on a minute, do I mean fun or do I mean carnage? I get them confused.

I’m gonna need a really good reason not to shoot you within the next twenty seconds.

There’s always a choice. 

The only strength I have is my hatred for you. 

You saved me.

[chirikalovesjill]

[evilwvergil]

Funny headcanon: The BSAA has a maneuver called the Redfield push punch. It was started by a BSAA agent working with Jill in a mission and used Chris’s tactic from Africa. She couldn’t help but laugh at the name.

Σ(‘◉ o ◉’) Omg I’m getting old, how can I miss out this canon? Haha, if I were Jill I would have laughed too~ But you make me remember “Boulderfield”, Chris’s punching a boulder to save Sheva will forever be one of the greatest moments in the series or even in gaming! Chris has powerful punch and he’s “one punch man” for me! xD

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[tafferling]

From the hip.

[detriimentall-blog]

@apex-worthy​

He stands there, watching with glassy eyes as the thick crimson fluid drips off his fingers, each ragged inhale he draws filling his brain with the rancid stench of death. Chris has lost count of the lives he's taken at Wesker’s command. The corpses of slaughtered BSAA soldiers lay completely shredded at his feet-- torn apart with the artless savagery of a blood-thirsty beast. 

    That's exactly what he's become, what Wesker has turned him into.

    A killer, a murderer, a monster--

    a monster, just like HIM;

   stripped of all free will and made to butcher on command...

The sound of a clicking lock jerks Chris from his barely-coherent haze-- light glinting off the metal monstrosity of a mask obscuring his face as he quickly turns his head, the sight of his target entering into the room hijacking every other conscious thought and replacing it with that single-minded drive to carry out orders.

He knows her– though there is no conscious recognition and none of the usual feelings Chris would have associated with the woman in the past, a sense of familiarity flutters in his chest before it’s quickly SMOTHERED by the mind-numbing poison. Chris no longer sees his partner, his beloved-- all he sees now is his objective.

The man is a flurry of black and blond as he bolts forward and attacks without offering her barely a moment to assess her surroundings-- he’s far too agile for his size; the fast, deliberate strikes are indicative of someone trained to a highly elite level; displaying an almost inhuman amount of stamina and strength as he disarms and incapacitates her all in the span of a few seconds. As usual, the instinct to kill quickly kicks in, and he easily gets her locked in a deadly position that would allow him to sever her spinal cord with just a twist of her head-- when suddenly, he freezes. 

   ‘... and show some restraint this time. I need her alive, Christopher. ‘

    “ ... ”

The words of warning perforate the blind, murderous fog, overriding the innate desire to shed more blood, and just as he’s about to snap her neck-- the muscled arms simply let go.

[resident-evil-world]

Resident Evil 5 Concept art 

[apexworthy]

viruxlent‌:

Chris tilts his head at her request, eyes blankly moving to settle on the mangled limb. 

    “ … ” With an exasperated huff, he lazily steps around the table and lifts the hem of the over-sized gown back to expose the hideously bruised appendage, some barbaric looking contraption fixed around it, holding the bones in place with large pins that stuck out of the flesh at every angle. 

Hawker freezes. It’s as if it’s not even attached to her; she doesn’t REMEMBER being hurt this badly and suddenly she is no longer cursing the heavy numbness that still lies over any part of her she hasn’t moved yet. 

“Christ on a bike.”

She drops back to the pillow with a grunt. Just fucking great. Wonder how long it’s gonna be before I’m on my feet again.

“…My bros back home know I made it? ‘Cause I had to go pretty far from the crash to avoid those fuckin’….BUG FACES.”

[detriimentall-blog]

Chris lets the gown drop back over her mutilated leg and opens his mouth automatically to answer-- the story Albert had invented for her playing clearly in his mind like a recording as he recites the words exactly as they had been said to him.

    “... As we understand it, from the logs and communiques we intercepted, your team was never supposed to make it back... the mission was a setup. They knew full well the ambush would eliminate you-- they were merely using expendable infantry to test the degree of danger for a future assault. ” 

The rather simple explanation hangs heavily in the air; they are only repeated words to Chris, but the implications go so much deeper. 

    They sent you to die. You are worthless.

That is exactly what Wesker wants her to believe.

[musesgonnamuse]

me & the devil walking side by side

[biohazardml]

RESIDENT EVIL DIRECTORY.     this  is  for  everything  resident  evil:    the  games,   the  movies,  original  characters,  multi-muses,   anyone  with  verses.     make  sure  to  add  your  character(s)  in  the  tags  and  if  they’re  canon,  original  character  or  a  verse  or  you  won’t  be  added.

[musesgonnamuse]

memories of what i once WAS what i aspired to BE and what i have BECOME all blur together now

[musesgonnamuse]

how F A R i have F A L L E N

[apexworthy]

viruxlent‌:

The scruffy blond casts a glance to the side nervously, she’s asking so many damn questions– it takes him a second to remember to respond with something more than just an affirming nod.

    “ I’m not with the BSAA.” he mumbles, an almost begrudging tone to his voice, his eyes narrowing as he watches her analyze the room.

    “ Yes… We thought we would have to amputate when we first brought you here. ”

Outright, blatant LIE.

    “ You’ll be fine. ” he adds an an afterthought.

She lies there in silence for a minute before the COLDNESS of the room suddenly barrels into her circle of awareness with a jarring suddenness. Hawker lifts her head, and in a brief burst of energy hoists herself up on an elbow, and the moment she gets there the room pitches sideways and she freezes, eyes squeezed shut in an effort to will away the vertigo. 

“Then…who are you with?”

Her tone is a little more frantic than she wants it to be; she doesn’t like the drugged haze that refuses to recede and she doesn’t like not knowing EXACTLY what has happened. 

“I…” When she’s sure she won’t fall off the bed and onto the floor, according to her spinning vestibular senses, she gestures toward her leg with her free hand. 

“Show me.”

[viruxlent]

Chris tilts his head at her request, eyes blankly moving to settle on the mangled limb. 

    “ … ” With an exasperated huff, he lazily steps around the table and lifts the hem of the over-sized gown back to expose the hideously bruised appendage, some barbaric looking contraption fixed around it, holding the bones in place with large pins that stuck out of the flesh at every angle. 

[viruxlent]

  viruxlent:

Chris purses his lips in thought as he casts his gaze to the side for a second, lowering the light. He does vaguely remember the cues of someone in discomfort and figures out from all the eye-squinting she’s doing that it must be the light. He is pretty good at recognizing the eye-squinting thing… he sees it all the time where there is a certain lack of protective lenses on a certain someone’s face.

He steps back, dropping the penlight back on the tray with a quiet clatter. She has a slight concussion, but of course he doesn’t think to inform her of that– just quietly makes a note of it on her chart.

’ Zombies with bugs and guns ‘…

The test bed people in Africa– the… weird experiments that even makes Chris a bit uncomfortable.

The brunet doesn’t respond to her inquiry right away; just lets the words hang in the air for a while as he mulls over why the hell Wesker would want her. It’s not his place to question, but he can’t help but wonder why she is so important that he had to risk his life to save her…

It’s almost JEALOUSY. Almost. He knows better than to think Wesker would ever choose anyone over his favorite marksman pet.

    “ You’re still in Kijuju. This is a research facility. ” –there’s that flat, bored baritone again. 

Assuming that is the extent of what she remembers, Chris doesn’t offer extra details of the crash or anything after. He still isn’t quite sure what Albert wants with her yet, and he will NOT be responsible for ruining his plans yet again.

     ” Your leg was severely damaged. Don’t try to move. ”

vaecordxa‌:

“There’s…” Hawker squeezes her eyes shut and openes them again, blinking forcefully in an effort to clear the blurriness from her vision. It’s now that she becomes vaguely aware that she is cold, and startes to shift to do something about it before the effort of continuing her line of thought makes her forget. 

“There’s a RESEARCH FACILITY here? Don’t think I heard about that in the mission brief.”

At least, she doesn’t remember hearing it. It seems there are a LOT of things she doesn’t remember right about now, and she stares up at the ceiling for a while as she wills her normally sharp mind to drag itself back from oblivion. Slowly, surely, the gears turn and it occurs to her to ask. 

“You with the BSAA?”

The answer seems obvious enough, even in her compromised state. Who else had business in such a remote place? Well, besides the shady fuckers she’d come here to help stop. Certainly that Irving asshole’s little buddies wouldn’t put down a permanent foothold – and this sure looked permanent; as her awareness of her surroundings ever so slowly increased, she started to scan the room. Sterile, uncluttered, CLEAN. This can’t possibly be a makeshift setup, and it’s certainly no med tent. 

“From…SHIT.” 

She swallows hard, a particularly unwelcome snippet of memory suddenly returning. Shattering glass, a jarring impact, warning tones. 

“I crashed, didn’t I? Fucked up my leg…?”

The scruffy blond casts a glance to the side nervously, she’s asking so many damn questions– it takes him a second to remember to respond with something more than just an affirming nod.

    “ I’m not with the BSAA.” he mumbles, an almost begrudging tone to his voice, his eyes narrowing as he watches her analyze the room.

    “ Yes… We thought we would have to amputate when we first brought you here. ”

Outright, blatant LIE.

    “ You’ll be fine. ” he adds an an afterthought.

[apexworthy]

viruxlent:

The man pauses, dull greens blinking at her in mild surprise. Somehow, being asked who he is feels foreign… something from a past life. Around here, everyone knows who he is. Out in the field, hidden under that cloak, he’d heard the inquiry many times in many forms (mainly ”what the FUCK is that?!”), but for some reason it’s different now. He’s in full view, hiding nothing, and she wants to know who he is.

The first words to come to his mind in response to that question are “I am his“– but the sentiment of absolute worship never leaves his lips.

    “ Christopher. ” he replies curtly, as if it doesn’t matter– and it really doesn’t. His name, his identity is not significant. Not anymore. 

    “ What do you remember prior to right now? ” he steps closer, reaching out to force her eyelids open as he sweeps a penlight over the dilated pupils.

Her response is an inarticulate mumble of acknowledgement, and that glassy, dazed stare shifts to a point in space above her as she turns her focus inward. A DIAGNOSTIC CHECK. Simply thinking about it requires all of her focus, and she nearly misses his question for the intensity with which she is pondering whether she can feel both her legs and tense all their muscles. She cannot. 

“Fuckin’…ZOMBIES. Bugs in their…mouths,” she replies faintly after a bit, her response slow and stilted now less because of the mechanical difficulty of forming the words and more because she realizes how ridiculous it must sound. 

“‘N they had GUNS.”

Was she hurt? Was that why she’d awakened here, wherever here was? She didn’t remember being injured, but she also didn’t remember much past her initial retreat. 

She WINCES at the contact, though she does try her best to keep her eyes open against the blinding light; she vaguely remembers the eye-light thing from either a medical show or that time she hit her head or – 

He’s just trying to HELP. 

“Where’m I – ?” 

[viruxlent]

Chris purses his lips in thought as he casts his gaze to the side for a second, lowering the light. He does vaguely remember the cues of someone in discomfort and figures out from all the eye-squinting she’s doing that it must be the light. He is pretty good at recognizing the eye-squinting thing… he sees it all the time where there is a certain lack of protective lenses on a certain someone’s face. He steps back, dropping the penlight back on the tray with a quiet clatter. She has a slight concussion, but of course he doesn’t think to inform her of that– just quietly makes a note of it on her chart. ’ Zombies with bugs and guns ‘…

The test bed people in Africa– the… weird experiments that even makes Chris a bit uncomfortable.

The brunet doesn’t respond to her inquiry right away; just lets the words hang in the air for a while as he mulls over why the hell Wesker would want her. It’s not his place to question, but he can’t help but wonder why she is so important that he had to risk his life to save her…

It’s almost JEALOUSY. Almost. He knows better than to think Wesker would ever choose anyone over his favorite marksman pet.

    “ You’re still in Kijuju. This is a research facility. ” –there’s that flat, bored baritone again. 

Assuming that is the extent of what she remembers, Chris doesn’t offer extra details of the crash or anything after. He still isn’t quite sure what Albert wants with her yet, and he will NOT be responsible for ruining his plans yet again.

     ” Your leg was severely damaged. Don’t try to move. ”

[apexworthy]

viruxlent:

The first thing she probably sees is a big, blond-haired oaf leaning over her and gazing down with wide, unblinking hazel eyes. He almost looks as if he’d been staring the entire time and just waiting for her to notice.

    “ You’re awake? “ he drawls, barely even recognizable as a question, his tone is so flat and emotionless. Pale greens blink slowly, breaking the gaze and wandering over her body, reaching out with a gloved hand and tugging at the leather restraints just to make sure they’re still tight enough, that she can’t… cause problems.  

The man is tall and very well built, ripples of muscle visible under the full-body tactical suit. After some meddling with equipment out of her view, he looks back at her, his head tilted slightly like a puppy. There are cuts on his face and parts of his suit are torn– but he looks nowhere near as bad as her… he was, of course, the one sent to retrieve her, to drag her “sorry ass out of the fire” and bring her to him. Like a dog fetching a newspaper, he was just too happy to oblige.

Her other eye opens sightlessly, at first, but when the gray retreats to the edges of her vision and she can see the man hovering over her she FLINCHES, reflexively attempting to raise a hand to shove away what she initially perceives as another of those things before she realizes that, despite his slightly battered state, he is far too smooth in his movements and QUIET to be one of them. 

She regards him for a moment with wide, dark eyes (they’re almost COMICALLY huge, thanks to her still-dim vision, and her pupils are still dilated, making them look nearly black) before her hazy focus shifts to her hand. She’s unsure if it failed to move at all, and even more disconnected from WHY. 

“Nnnn…nyeh,” the lieutenant slurs, before blinking dazedly and chewing on her lip as if to convince herself that it is still there. Still there, but MALFUNCTIONING, just like everything else. When she speaks again, it is similarly distorted, and in a grating rasp of a voice – all while the digits of the hand she is attempting to move flex and clench numbly. 

“Who’re you?”

[viruxlent]

The man pauses, dull greens blinking at her in mild surprise. Somehow, being asked who he is feels foreign… something from a past life. Around here, everyone knows who he is. Out in the field, hidden under that cloak, he’d heard the inquiry many times in many forms (mainly ”what the FUCK is that?!”), but for some reason it’s different now. He’s in full view, hiding nothing, and she wants to know who he is.

The first words to come to his mind in response to that question are “I am his“– but the sentiment of absolute worship never leaves his lips.

    “ Christopher. ” he replies curtly, as if it doesn’t matter– and it really doesn’t. His name, his identity is not significant. Not anymore. 

    “ What do you remember prior to right now? ” he steps closer, reaching out to force her eyelids open as he sweeps a penlight over the dilated pupils.