Family Time! (A little…)
Claire Redfield had walked inside her brother's apartment and sat a bag of groceries on the kitchen table and locked the door behind her as quietly as she could, trying not to wake her older sibling.
Everything's pretty quiet, she thought, silently putting away the groceries into their perspective places and turning on the lights. Or maybe it's one of his 'scare your little sister' pranks…asshole…
She shuddered slightly as she remembered his last prank which consisted of a few rolls of toilet paper, glue, and a roughhousing match that went on for a full hour.
She started snooping around, checking around in the front room for anything that looked suspicious; Nothing so far. But when she sat down, she heard a clanking noise. She stood up and sighed.
"Funny Chris," she whispered. "Handcuffs…what's next, taping me to a wall…?"
She started walking around, looking for the keys; but to no avail. She sighed; her brother wasn't a fool in any sense of the word, even if it came to pranks.
Maybe I'd better start prank-proofing this apartment, she thought, finally finding the keys to the handcuffs and taking them from around her wrist.
So far, he wasn't anywhere in the apartment; but she never checked his bedroom. She walked into his bedroom, where she found him…sleeping.
He had covered himself up with his blankets, as if he was cold; he also had a fully assembled pistol on his dresser, along with a full handgun magazine next to it. Yeah, this guy was prepared if a burglar decided to rob this place…
"Chris…" She started to shake her seemingly unconscious older sibling. "Wake up…"
No response. "Christopher…"
Still no response from him; he was sleeping like a hibernating bear.
Fed up with his lack of movement and response, she reached into his covers, and reached her hand all the way to his chest; her fingers found one of his nipples, and she twisted it as hard as she could.
"WAKE UP, YOU FUCKING IDIOT!"
"AHHHHHHH!"
He jumped up, almost yelping in pain; Claire couldn't help but be in stitches at his reaction. Did he actually yelp?
"Wow, I didn't expect that reaction from a two-hundred seventeen pound man," Claire said, still laughing her ass off. "I thought for sure you would scowl at me!"
And he did. As he sat up, he gave his sister a menacing glare before rubbing his chest.
"THE FUCK WAS THAT, CLAIRE? GOD DAMN THAT HURTS!"
She laughed, now knowing that her brother was wide awake. "You'd better be glad that was all I did. I was aiming for below the belt."
Chris-once again-had cast another hard glance at his younger sibling. That's a dirty move!
"Ha, very funny," he said, standing up. "But I'll take the purple nurples any day over that. Trust me on that one."
"Hey Chris; what did five fingers say to the face?" Claire held up five fingers. "Huh?"
Chris just shrugged. He was too tired to think of anything right now. "I don't know. What did five fingers say to the face…?"
"SLAP, BITCH!" She slapped him as hard as she could and ran out the room, squealing.
Chris, on the other hand, did NOT appreciate the morning wake up call. "CLAIRE! IT'S ON NOW!"
He ran out of his bedroom, blazing towards his little sister in a fit of rage; or just to have something to roughhouse about.
"COME HERE SO YOU CAN GET YOURS, LITTLE GIRL!"
"YOU'LL NEVER CATCH ME ALIVE, YOU 'ROID RAGING MONKEY!"
"WHAT DID YOU SAY?"
Chris hated the fact that Claire had always called him a 'roid raging monkey'. First, he wasn't on steroids. It was natural body mass. Second; his body mass gave him a slight advantage when I came to fighting his little sister in a roughhousing match.
He had chased Claire all the way around the couch, lunging himself at her. Claire was moving around too much for him to really lunge at her. So, he came up with a plan that any brain dead person could fall for.
"Hey, Claire; don't look behind you!"
She looked behind herself anyway; and she saw a package of croissants on the table.
"Ooh, croissants! I want some!"
"GOTCHA!"
"Huh? AHHHH!"
Chris had tackled his little sister to the ground, who had half a croissant in her mouth.
"I win! Now, gimme the other half of your croissant, please!"
"No! My croissant!"
"Fine then!" They started to fight over half a croissant; even though there was a whole package of them on the kitchen table.
"Gimme the croissant!"
"No! There's like a whole package on the table! Get one from there!"
Chris shook his head, and began fighting with the half eaten croissant, which was being devoured by his sister.
Just as Chris had gotten the croissant from his sister at last, his eyes peered over to the front door, which was opened by Jill Valentine. Oh no…
"Uh, how long have you been standing there in your pajamas?" Chris asked, triumphantly enjoying half of his earned croissant. "A few minutes?"
"Long enough to know not to mess with you two when it comes to your croissants…" Jill had walked inside and closed the door behind her. "So, are you guys finished with your sibling rivalry, yet?"
Both of the Redfield siblings shook their heads and laughed. Sibling rivalries are what they did best. Everyone knows that!
"We're never gonna finish," Claire said, getting another croissant from the package on the table. "Besides, this is just the morning routine."
Jill gulped. She would hate to see them fighting over a pot of coffee. Imagine the wounds they would suffer…
"Just don't fight over something hot. I don't want to be blamed for third-degree burns…"
"Don't worry, we're not gonna go THAT far, right Claire?"
"Yeah! We're not that crazy, right?"
Jill sighed. They are that crazy… "Yes, you two are BOTH that crazy…one day, the BSAA are gonna label us as crazy…"
And with what just transpired; you're not that far off…
All credit in this chapter goes to thelexhex for the beginning of this story!