TITLE: Last Christmas
RATING: M (for later content)
AUTORESS'S NOTE: Haha. Couldn't get it from my mind. I know it's short, but it's just the first chapter. (smiles gently) I hope you enjoy this story!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own RE!
PAIRINGS: Slight Jill/Chris in the beginning, Chris/Wesker later. Set the Christmas before the mansion.
Chapter One: Heartbreak Central
Chris walked up to Jill, smile upon his face.
"What is it, Chris?" The woman asked irritably, looking at herself in the mirror in a black dress.
"Well… I wanted to give you your Christmas present." He cracked a grin, and she turned to him, eyes flashing.
She was silenced before he caressed her cheek with a kiss. Her eyes opened, and she pushed him away from her. The two didn't even notice the other figure leave the office.
"Chris, no. I…I have a man." She spoke softly. "In fact, he's my fiancé."
Chris froze. "I…Jill, I…" Tears washed down his face.
"It's alright… you didn't know." She smiled. "I have to go now."
She then walked out of the room. He fell to his knees, tears dripping to the floor. He hated the fact she hadn't told him. His heart was broken, and the clock ticked to midnight even.
As he counted the bongs of the annoying clock, he felt his eyes close as the remainder of his heart shattered and then pieced itself back together using his tears like a sort of glue.
'Merry Christmas, Jill.' He thought before quickly checking to make sure the office was truly deserted, then he started home.
A blonde man in sunglasses entered the office, wringing his hands together. "Chris?"
His voice echoed around the office, and as he walked forward, thinking maybe the brunette was hiding for some reason, he slipped on something.
He put his fingers to the wet patch on the floor, and when he sniffed it he felt his heart tremor with sadness that wasn't expressed on his features.
It smelled salty… like tears.
K.L.K- So? How was it?
Chris- (sniff… sniff) Wahh! (runs off)
K.L.K-… Err…
Wesker- this is unfortunate.
K.L.K- What is?
Wesker- The fact that now I have to kill you…
K.L.K- (smacks him on the shoulder with a rolled-up newspaper) Back off!
Wesker- Oww… Alright, alright…(rubs shoulder and wanders off)
K.L.K-(rolls eyes) I was listening to Wham's "Last Christmas" and came up with THIS. Yeah. I obviously need either less caffeine or more sleep, and I'm afraid neither will ever be negotiable… Please Review!