Community Service.

A/N: "..New story? Yep... I deleted some stories that didn't get reviews, and kept the ones that people liked, no need to clutter my page up with useless things. This is a RE fiction, I know... shocking right? What would happen if Chris Redfield got stuck doing community service? This Would."

Chapter 1

Damn ticket.

It was just his one night of craziness... it just had to land him here...

Chris was mad as hell... he didn't know if it was the booze talking.. or his emotions... he was wasted.. no doubt about that.

He felt like punching the fat bozo that pulled him over, being tied to a chair wasn't his way of 'friendly talking'... he felt like smashing everyones face in.. the anger kept building inside... knowing Chris.. things were about to get bloody in the court room..

"Come on champ." The fat soldier said to him, Chris just growled in response. He got shoved inside the court room... there stood the judge.. gray-faced.. with his big black robe.. gavel in hand.

"What are the charges?" He asked the police cop next to him.

"This man was accused of drunk driving." The police simply said, Chris just glared at him.

"..What do you have to say for yourself?" The judge asked him, crossing both his hands on his chest.

"I am not.... drunk!" Chris said.. staggering a bit.

"You failed the test. You are drunk." The police who stopped him said.

"And how do you know!" Chris yelled. Being drunk was the worst when you are trying to prove to them you aren't drunk.

"...because you failed the test..."

"And how do you know!?" Chris yelled the same station again, as if he was a senile old man.

"..Should I answer?" The police asked the judge.

"No.. I think we all.. see Mr. Redfields... mistake." The judge said. "Does a night in jail sound like fun for you Mr. Redfield?"

"Sir, this is THE Chris Redfield... the surviving S.T.A.R.S member!" A police man said in glee.

"Who said my name?" Chris said, waking up from his 5 minute blackout.

"....Anyway... I'm sure he can get some special treatment?" The cop said, Chris being a surviving member from a team who were stuck at the Spencer Estate mansion, managed to survive zombies, went to take down Umbrella and also save his sister from Rock fort, this could work for him. No ticket... but he was wrong...

"....Mr. Redfield, due to some, information, we have two choices..."

"Aw shucks.. it was nothing.. sure.. the tyrant was hard to bea-"

"Redfield! Be quiet, you have two choices, either you pay a ticket.. or.. you help out in community service."

"...I choose.." Chris started, he took out his wallet, he was penniless and his money wasn't so good. "Do I get paid for the community crap?"

"No.. it is a service you do.. you don't get paid."

"That sucks! I want to see a judge!"

"I am a judge." The judge said sternly.

"What am I doing in court then?" Chris said, he looked as if he was senile.

"You are here because you were drunk driving." The judge said.. trying to be patient.

"Hey, you're a judge aren't you?" Chris asked.

The judge sighed... it was at these times he didn't want to be a judge, he saw as Chris was swaying back and fort.

"...What do you choose Redfield?"

"FREEDOM!" Chris yelled, putting both fists up in the air, he was handcuffed wasn't he?

"..from my two options!" The judge yelled.

"What options?"

"Community service or paying the fine!"

"FREEDOM!" Chris yelled again. The judge sighed and slid his hand down his face.

"Do you wanna know what I think?" Said the police man who knew who Chris was.

"Sure why not..."

"I think it is best for him to do the community service.. I mean.. come on.. he has helped the community before.."

"You're right, thanks Smith."

'Oh yeah, that promotion is in the bag, thank you faith for sending a drunken ex. S.T.A.R.S member my way, thank you thank you!' Smith thought to himself.

"FREEDOM!"

"Put him in the jail cell! One reason for drunk driving.. the other reason for annoying the hell out of me!" The judge yelled. "Meeting adjourned!" He said, hit the plank and left in a huff.

"..FREEDOM!!" Chris yelled again, as he was being forced into the jail room.

The cells stood all aligned, Chris was being dragged into one of them. He can't help shake the feeling that he already been here...

"This is you bedroom Chris.." the cop said, in it were all the guys he arrested in the past. Now he remembers.. the courtroom where S.T.A.R.S sends the criminals, cons, drug dealers etc. And his guys were all in one room.. at least they have all one thing they agree on...

They want revenge on Chris...

"Well.. well.. look who decided to see us boys.." A man said. He was bald, Caucasian, clear blue eyes and is an ex. Drug dealer.

"Sounds like someone came that I just love.." A man, African-American, black hair and brown eyes, arrested for selling fake products.

"Hey guys! How is life in the slammer! Too bad you can't get me!" Chris said. But was sadly shoved in. "Er..."

"We can now!" A Caucasian man said, he was deadly pale, with green eyes and black hair, he was arrested for killing three people.

All the guys went and jumped on Chris, started beating him, almost pulling out his hair. Chris was too wasted to even lift up his fist and punch someone, so he did the obvious thing and screamed like a little girl.

"Guard man! Save me!" Chris yelled, he was pulled away from the bars and the criminals continued their punching fest. Chris felt sick, he shoved the criminals away and threw up in the toilet. The criminals stayed staring at him... with disgust.

As soon as Chris was done... he looked back at the men, and waved like an idiot. They scoffed.

"What you in for?" The African-American said, his name was Chet.

"...drunk driving." Chris said.

"Ah.. the petty crimes.." Maurice (the bald one) said.

"I didn't want to commit a crime.. but it feels good."

"There is our boy!" Chet said and patted Chris on the back, he gagged and the others turned back. Waiting for the vomit, Chris wobbled but stood upright.

The criminals looked at each other, then turned their heads back to Chris as soon as they heard a loud thud.

"Did you kill him?" The guard that Chris called for said.

"Now you come? We were about to kill him, what? Saw another dough nut on the way?" Eric (the one with black hair) said.

"...Do you want three more years in prison?"

"No, just finishing up my last year.."

"Then zip it!"

"Gonna miss you man." Chet said to Eric.

The next day. Chris's head was pounding with pain, he felt as if someone dropped a bus on his head. He groaned and he was fully sober, he turned round and saw all the criminals he arrested, they were asleep. He also lost his wallet.. not that it had any money in it.. his watch too.

Chris went next to the jail door and asked the guard, "Hey, when am I getting out of here, more importantly how did I get here?"

"Drunk driving. And right about now, was just waiting when you were about to wake up."

They took Chris to the courtroom, and he remembered it all... he gulped..

"..Mr. Redfield, as for your recommendation by officer Smith, it was decided for you, that you'd do your part in community service." The judge said. "Meeting adjourned."

Chris felt like the world was going to crash, community service? The boring kind. He loved working at the police station, but hated cleaning or talking to old people. He knew this wasn't going to be a good week.

The officer took him and outside stood two women. One was a plump woman, with brown hair wearing lumber jack clothes. The other was thin and petite, with messy gray hair and wrinkles round her smile.

"Old home.. or cleaning." The officer said.

He chose cleaning, what was the worst that could happen?

A/N: I was so bored when I wrote this, plus it seems funny. I know, I was supposed to work on others, but I wanted to try this. Enjoy. Please Rate and Review, I wanna know what you guys think. Thanks.

~Silver