AN: This is just a drabble, nothing special, just something I wrote while in one of my blue moods during my last year in high school, and one of my worst ever :( But more than that, this drabble is a promise that I will continue to work on There's Nothing Like a Trail of Blood, and is dedicated to an awesome reviewer that seemed to appear out of the blue.
Disclaimer: Resident Evil is not owned by his insane writer...which is a shame. Wesker would've been the new God by now :P
Warning: Sadness...and rusty writing by me :O
One Day
It had to end this way.
It was just inevitable.
Christopher Redfield stood underneath the black umbrella, face masked by the black raincoat he wore, not unlike the leather duster his arch nemesis had worn before he perished in Kijuju.
He was the only one at the unmarked grave he had created on the rooftop of his apartment building. Obviously there was no body, only a black stone tablet that stood unmarked between two vases of roses. Anyone who chanced to wander in and see the arrangement would have no idea what it would be about and for Chris, it would be better this way, at least until the rain had washed everything away, everything that he had tainted with his existence.
Thunder rumbled across the grey white sky and Chris gave it a glance with empty blue eyes, suddenly reminded of eyes that were darker, more steel like... but just as fathomless…just as dangerous before they became even more so.
Then his gaze lowered to the black tablet, and Chris let everything go…of everything that had had happened over the years and let the rain wash it away, or at least some of it.
Because Chris could never forget, just as much as he could never forgive.
But for now, just reliving and releasing some of it…by himself without being pitied or analyzed by anyone…was enough.
Thunder roared across the sky and Chris left, promising himself that one day he would take down the final reminder of the dead man he once called his captain, Albert Wesker.
AN: If you read all the way through, thanks :) Hope it wasn't too weird or depressing.
Reviews and feedback are appreciated, especially to chase the blues away…:) But not necessary. This is for anyone having a hell of a time working on their stories.