Sane
Jill woke, gasping for air. She clutched at the blankets surrounding her and began to cough. They were thick, dry coughs, that woke up the man that had been sleeping next to her.
"Jill!" Chris' voice was full of concern. He put an arm around her shoulders, supporting her as the coughs racked her body. "What's wrong?"
She took a moment to quiet her coughs before standing from the bed, a hesitant hand on her rounding stomach, and pulling a suitcase from the closet. "We've got... We have to leave. Tonight." She launched into filling the suitcase with clothing, both his and hers.
"Where? Where are we going?" Chris rose to his feet, confused with what she was doing.
She paused. "I have to find her," was what he recieved as a reply.
"Find who?" He came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, holding her close.
"I'll explain on the way. We'll need to get plane tickets." Jill leaned back against him.
He kissed her cheek. "Just, be careful. We don't want to lose the baby..." He placed a hand on her stomach, where a smaller life was growing. She remembered how the last time she was pregnant that had ended with a dreaded word. Miscarriage.
"Okay. Then let's go." Chris had learned in his years of being around Jill that it's better just to listen to her. She didn't do anything without good reason.
An hour later they were on a plane heading to to Uzes, France. Neither had talked much since when they were in the bedroom, but now, Jill spoke. "I'm sorry for dragging you here... But I swear, I have a reason for this. You see, back when I was with Wesker..."
"Jill," Wesker spoke. He was across the room from her, standing in the doorway. He didn't have his normal expression on his face, arrogant and victorious. ,he looked depressed and had a longing in his eyes.
Voice was one of the few things that he let her control about herself, at times. "Wesker?" She asked, "Is there something wrong?"
He looked at her, sadness filling his eyes. "I have a daughter," his voice was slightly shakey. "I haven't seen her in three years." He sat down on the couch and held his head in his hands.
Jill found herself moving towards him and taking the place besides him. She placed a hand on his shoulder, this time by her own will.
He didn't react to the contact, but spoke again, "Her name is Brielle. She's in France right now... Turned twelve this year and I missed it..." He turned his head towards Jill. His sunglasses were gone, and his eyes were a clear blue. "Could you promise me something?"
She nodded. "What?"
"If-, When I die, find her and take care of her. She'll know who you are. But please," He pulled her into a hug, "Take care of her."
"After that, he told me where she lived and a number to call. I have it memorized," Jill finished. She sighed, remembering her time with Wesker. It hadn't been completely horrible, as Chris might like to believe.
"Wait, so we're going to Uzes for our mortal enemie's daughter?" Chris asked skeptically.
Jill heard the tone in his voice. "I have to, Chris. I promised. He had a moment of sanity, and asked something reasonable of me." She stared stubbornly into his eyes.
He gazed back, a silent argument between them. He gave in. "Okay... We'll get her."
The town of Uzes was a small town with lofty towers and narrow streets. It gave a very medieval feel. Driving through it, the couple were able to see a beautiful cathedral with a majestic tower.
But, they were not there to site-see. Jill took out her cellphone and dialed in a number. "Bonjour, est-ce la résidence de Brielle? (Is this the residence of Brielle?) she spoke into the phone. When the person on the other end answered, Jill smiled. "Oui, c'est Jill Valentine. Puis-je venir aujourd'hui? (Yes, this is Jill Valentine. Can I come today?)" Another pause. "Je vous remercie. Nous y serons bientôt. Au revoir. (Thank you. We'll be there shortly. Goodbye.)" She hung up the phone.
"I didn't know you spoke french," Chris stated.
"I know seven languages fluently." Jill shrugged. "Thought it'd be cool to learn them."
"Definately coming in handy now."
It didn't take long for them to reach the address Wesker had given. It was a large brick house, with angel statues by the doors and gargoyles on the corner of it. It was just the type of house that Jill would imagine in the country side of France.
Chris pulled the rental car into its small driveway and Jill got out. "I'll be back in a moment." Chris nodded in reply.
She walked up to the door and placed three knocks on it. A moment later, the door opened to a woman with dark black hair and a slim figure. She smiled when she saw who was behind the door. "Hello! My, my! Brielle was excited to hear you were coming! Come in, come in!" The woman's accent was thick when she spoke.
"Thank you. Do you think I could meet her?" Jill smiled back at the woman and stepped inside.
"Of course! She's in the living room. Follow me." The woman began to walk down a hallway and Jill followed. "I am Amry, by the way." They arrived at the living room. Sitting on the couch was a girl with pure blond hair with traces of brown in it. "Brielle, she is here."
Brielle looked up at Jill. "Your who my father told me about?" she asked.
"Yeah, I guess so."
"So that means its true? He's dead..." Brielle looked at the floor and swallowed. Her eyes became slightly watery.
Jill bit her lip and frowned, her eyes mimiced Brielle's, also looking watery. "I, I'm afraid so."
The young girl nodded. "He told me something like this would happen... Are we going to go now?"
"If your ready." Jill nodded and quickly rubbed her eyes.
Brielle nodded again. "I am. Goodbye, Amry."
"Good bye, Brielle." Amry kissed both her cheeks and stood back from the girl.
Brielle turned towards Jill and looked up at her, directly into her eyes. Jill gasped. Brielle's eyes were the same clear blue that Wesker's had been when he had his rare moments of sanity.
"Is something wrong?" Brielle asked.
"Nothing... You just look so much like him..."
Brielle didn't say anything but lead the way to the door.
They both climbed into the car. "Brielle, this is Chris, he's my husband. Chris, this is Brielle."
He smiled at her. "Hi, Brielle." He didn't get an answer.
After another almost completely silent ride to the airport, they had boarded a plane that would bring them back to the U.S.
Chris had excused himself to the airplane's bathroom, so it was only Jill and Brielle.
"Um," Brielle began, "Daddy left this letter for you. He said he wanted you to read it alone." She handed an envolope that looked as though it had been folded multiple times to Jill. "He also said he was sorry that he didn't tell you before."
"Tell me what?" The brunette asked.
Brielle just shook her head, as though she didn't know. "Just read it."
"What would Wesker want to tell me?" Jill thought to herself. She opened the envelope and pulled out the letter. Immidiatly she recognized his presice hand-writing by the way he wrote her name with a curve at the top of the 'J'. She began to read.
'Dear Jill,
I am sorry for not telling you this before now. But, there is no way to say something like this.'
Jill continued to read on, noticing how exact each word seemed to be. Half-way through the letter, one hand were clenching tightly at the paper and the other clamped over her mouth in disbelief. Once she had finished the message, she looked over at Brielle.
Brielle spoke. "I hope you understand... Mom."
Cliff-hanger, or what? I love this plot. It's burned a hole in my mind since the thought entered to write it.
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