Author's Note: Now that I finished Resident Evil: Remake for the Gamecube, I have time to write once again.
Now it's time to write about the aftermath of a girl known to all of us as Rebecca Chambers, medic to the slaughtered S.T.A.R.S. Bravo Team, as well as the companion to Chris Redfield.
Also, this is a sort of prequel to "Even Fond Memories Can Come Back To Haunt You...", since the events that occured in this chapter were mentioned vaguely in Chapter 10 of the story mentioned above.
-Shattered Mirror-
-By Brian Marcelo-
-brianmarcelo@hotmail.com-
Rated R for angst and drama.
-Prologue-
It was raining outside, but she didn't care. She just curled up on her couch more so, thinking she'd just skip work again as usual; besides, she didn't want to use an umbrella to get to work. It would've been just too ironic to enter the S.T.A.R.S. office with one. So she just decided to curl up on her couch, looking out her window everynow and then to see all those happy citizens of Raccoon City walk by, on their way to work.
'Heh...' she thought to herself, as another person walked by her window, merrily on his way to work no doubt, "They all work for Umbrella...all of them unwittingly work for a company that would kill them at the drop of a hat..."
She sighed as she rested her head on a well used pillow, wishing the aching pain in her heart would go away. It had only been four days since their daring escape from the the Spencer Mansion, and still her heart felt numb. It killed her that she wasn't able to save any of her teammates...especially Richard Aiken, one of the first people who she had met when she was recruited into the S.T.A.R.S. He had always been so nice to her, and quite the gentle as well, but now he was dead.
'I'm a medic...and I couldn't even save Richard...' she thought to herself gloomily, as she remembered how he had died because of that huge snake's poisonous bite. She felt so useless after what happened that she had contemplated letting the monsters make her one of them multiple times when she was seperated from Chris. After finding a person hanged in a room inside one of the Residence rooms, she had thought about using the noose...and then when she had found the self defense gun, with it's one bullet left, she was so close to pulling the trigger.
Rebecca Chambers almost couldn't belive how much she had changed...these days she was contemplating suicide nearly all the time, wanting to join up with the rest of her team. She felt ashamed for being the only one out of the whole Bravo team to have survived, especially since she felt she didn't deserve to live. When she had asked Chris meekly about the subject the other day, he said it was something called "survivor's guilt". When he had tried to console her about it, she had plastered on a fake smile and said she was feeling better , and then had gone home, hoping that she hadn't made Chris suspicious.
'Chris...' she thought to herself, sighing a little as she buried her face in her pillow. Chris Redfield had been the only thing keeping her together throughout the whole mansion incident, and whenever he was around she would try her best to keep herself composed and profesisonal. She had only felt useful when she had helped find serum for him, when she had played the Moonlight Sonata for him, and when she had helped defeat the Plant 42 by making the V-Jolt that had weakened the huge plant. However, when that Hunter had attacked her in the study room and had to have Chris save her, she felt so pathetic and useless once again. She felt she redeemed herself slightly when she helped distract the Tyrant from going after Chris. She had wished that the Tyrant had put it's huge claws right through her, instead of having Chris save her at the last minute...
She sighed once again as she slowly got off her couch, feeling a sudden urge to look at herself in the mirror. Limping slowly to her bathroom, she caught sight of her face, and was shocked at what she saw. Just a few days ago she had looked into her mirror, looking bright, cheerful, and full of life. Now her face looked so dull, so tired, so devoid of feeling...as if a piece of her died along with everything in the mansion.
Taking out her handgun slowly, she aimed it at the mirror image of herself, and fired, shattering the glass instantly.
"Now the mirror is just like me..." she whispered softly to herself, as she lowered her firearm, "shattered..."
-End of Prologue-
Sorry it's so short, so...yeah...
Please write and review! I apperciate any comments about this! Hopefully I can get a new chapter up soon, as well as a new chapter on "Even Fond Memories Can Come Back To Haunt You..."
Now it's time to write about the aftermath of a girl known to all of us as Rebecca Chambers, medic to the slaughtered S.T.A.R.S. Bravo Team, as well as the companion to Chris Redfield.
Also, this is a sort of prequel to "Even Fond Memories Can Come Back To Haunt You...", since the events that occured in this chapter were mentioned vaguely in Chapter 10 of the story mentioned above.
-Shattered Mirror-
-By Brian Marcelo-
-brianmarcelo@hotmail.com-
Rated R for angst and drama.
-Prologue-
It was raining outside, but she didn't care. She just curled up on her couch more so, thinking she'd just skip work again as usual; besides, she didn't want to use an umbrella to get to work. It would've been just too ironic to enter the S.T.A.R.S. office with one. So she just decided to curl up on her couch, looking out her window everynow and then to see all those happy citizens of Raccoon City walk by, on their way to work.
'Heh...' she thought to herself, as another person walked by her window, merrily on his way to work no doubt, "They all work for Umbrella...all of them unwittingly work for a company that would kill them at the drop of a hat..."
She sighed as she rested her head on a well used pillow, wishing the aching pain in her heart would go away. It had only been four days since their daring escape from the the Spencer Mansion, and still her heart felt numb. It killed her that she wasn't able to save any of her teammates...especially Richard Aiken, one of the first people who she had met when she was recruited into the S.T.A.R.S. He had always been so nice to her, and quite the gentle as well, but now he was dead.
'I'm a medic...and I couldn't even save Richard...' she thought to herself gloomily, as she remembered how he had died because of that huge snake's poisonous bite. She felt so useless after what happened that she had contemplated letting the monsters make her one of them multiple times when she was seperated from Chris. After finding a person hanged in a room inside one of the Residence rooms, she had thought about using the noose...and then when she had found the self defense gun, with it's one bullet left, she was so close to pulling the trigger.
Rebecca Chambers almost couldn't belive how much she had changed...these days she was contemplating suicide nearly all the time, wanting to join up with the rest of her team. She felt ashamed for being the only one out of the whole Bravo team to have survived, especially since she felt she didn't deserve to live. When she had asked Chris meekly about the subject the other day, he said it was something called "survivor's guilt". When he had tried to console her about it, she had plastered on a fake smile and said she was feeling better , and then had gone home, hoping that she hadn't made Chris suspicious.
'Chris...' she thought to herself, sighing a little as she buried her face in her pillow. Chris Redfield had been the only thing keeping her together throughout the whole mansion incident, and whenever he was around she would try her best to keep herself composed and profesisonal. She had only felt useful when she had helped find serum for him, when she had played the Moonlight Sonata for him, and when she had helped defeat the Plant 42 by making the V-Jolt that had weakened the huge plant. However, when that Hunter had attacked her in the study room and had to have Chris save her, she felt so pathetic and useless once again. She felt she redeemed herself slightly when she helped distract the Tyrant from going after Chris. She had wished that the Tyrant had put it's huge claws right through her, instead of having Chris save her at the last minute...
She sighed once again as she slowly got off her couch, feeling a sudden urge to look at herself in the mirror. Limping slowly to her bathroom, she caught sight of her face, and was shocked at what she saw. Just a few days ago she had looked into her mirror, looking bright, cheerful, and full of life. Now her face looked so dull, so tired, so devoid of feeling...as if a piece of her died along with everything in the mansion.
Taking out her handgun slowly, she aimed it at the mirror image of herself, and fired, shattering the glass instantly.
"Now the mirror is just like me..." she whispered softly to herself, as she lowered her firearm, "shattered..."
-End of Prologue-
Sorry it's so short, so...yeah...
Please write and review! I apperciate any comments about this! Hopefully I can get a new chapter up soon, as well as a new chapter on "Even Fond Memories Can Come Back To Haunt You..."