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The Monster’s Name Was Adam (30037 words) by thesavagesabretooth
Chapters: 12/?
Fandom: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Chris Redfield/Albert Wesker, Karl Heisenberg & Chris Redfield
Characters: Chris Redfield, Karl Heisenberg, Albert Wesker, George Hamilton, Raymond Vester, Jill Valentine, Claire Redfield
Additional Tags: Angst with a Happy Ending, Romance, Enemies to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Slow Burn, wingman Karl Heisenberg, Post-Canon, Mission Fic, Fix-It, Major Character Undeath, Chris-centric, POV Chris Redfield, Additional POV in some chapters, Morally Ambiguous Character, everyone is morally ambiguous actually
Series: Part 4 of Evil Residents Expanded Universe
Summary:
Concerning the resurrection and return of one Albert Wesker.
In 2023 after the dissolution of the BSAA, its original founders organize again for a new and more clandestine purpose; to resurrect the genius minds of Umbrella who brought the world to the brink of ruin and force them to use their intellect to clean up the mess that they had created.
Chris wrestles with his feelings for the newly restored Albert Wesker, but lacks the time to fully resolve them before he, Wesker, and Karl Heisenberg are forced out in the field together on a mission as dangerous as any before it– and none of the three of them quite know who they can trust to watch their back.—
In which Karl finally shows back up, and the fic earns a little bit of its violence tag.
I’m not gonna be shy about it, actually. I think this is the best chapter of the fic so far, and I am fucking thrilled how it came out. 🤩🤩🤩
“Get your hands off me, Karl.”
Their eyes met– Chris’ gaze uninterrupted and vulnerable against the black smoked lenses of Karl Heisenberg’s stare. He saw himself reflected in them, tired, and angry, and hated what he saw.
He did look like Wesker.
“Or what, Redfield?” Karl asked, unmoving.
For a heartbeat, Chris lived between two realities. In one of them he was in an all out brawl with Karl Heisenberg in the project hallway that left both of them half crippled, and the hall smelling of blood.
Chris couldn’t deny the dark, satisfying appeal of living in such a universe.
With enormous effort, he denied it, and fought it back. He closed his eyes, and grimaced.
“Or nothing,” he said. He eased away from the door, and toward Heisenberg instead. “You really wanna talk, Karl?”
“Yeah?”
“Good. Then we do it on my terms, got it?”
Karl pushed down his glasses to look at him plainly. “What are your terms?”
“You’re gonna spar with me.”
“What?”
“You heard me. Those are my terms.”
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