Post Resident Evil 6.
I am re-editing the story. Chapter 1 Complete. Once I re-edit all of the chapters, I will start updating the story every other week. Hopefully you like the edits.
Summary: Post Resident Evil 6. After running away from this science facility, Piers wonders if surviving was a terrible idea. Its five years later. Life has moved on and most likely everyone forgotten him because he was declared dead. But, what happens when he meets up with his Captain again and exactly how will things turn out for the two? PiersxChris, yaoi.
So there isn't enough Chris/Piers pairings. I decided to write one because the ending seriously irked me. I wasn't happy with a variety of things, soooo I decided to start something of my own. I'm actually pretty hesitant because I'm not sure how I want to steer this story just yet, but we'll see….hopefully.
Most people start out with Chris Redfield. I decided to start out with Piers. Let the fun begin.
Ps. I think a whole lot, but writing seems to make things difficult for me.
Chapter 1 – The Start of a Life
It's been five years since the day he died. He sat down in the chair next to the window, looking out into the rain. The rain pelted down hard against the window as he starred out of it aimlessly. Life always goes on no matter what happens.
What happened 5 years ago, was now in the past. No one knew of his existence except for the ones after him. Piers Nivans was alone in this world. He can't trust anyone because they'll just take him back to the facility and be treated like a test subject.
At the mere thought, Piers started to grow a bit anxious. Not being able to trust anybody, and worrying about your life all the time is stressful. Piers got up and went into the bathroom to prepare for his departure. Piers splashed water on his face and looked at himself in the mirror. His face was flawless. All of his scars and mutation was gone. The only exception was that his left eye was a golden hue rather than blue. He remembers major events, but he can never remember the small things. For example, he remembers how to drive and shoot, but he doesn't have the slightest clue of his birth date. He even remembers going to China and his captain, but he doesn't remember all of the details of the mission. Every night he is constantly haunted by the memories of what happened after his death so he never worries about what happened before. Besides, why worry about it when everyone else moved on... and forgotten about you?
He took out the pistol that was in his black back pack and studied it for a moment. It was a Berreta 21. It was the only weapon he could easily steal. Piers snorted for a moment just thinking about the theft.
A man from the military resorting to robbery and theft…
That's something you don't see every day. He put the gun back into his back pack. He won't need it in the next couple of hours, especially since he planned on driving. He pocketed his pocket knife and pulled his jacket and backpack on. He put on his sun glasses as he walked out of the motel room and was greeted with the crisp autumn air and rain. He walked to his car and got inside once he opened it. He started the car up and waited for it to heat up for a bit. It was an old car. It was a 1998 ford. He pulled out of the parking lot and drove off.
Piers planned on driving till he ran out of gas. Sadly the car's engine died before he was even close to empty.
"Dammit!" Piers hit against the steering wheel out of frustration and sat there for a bit. He looked around and saw that he made it to another town. It was a suburban area. Cars in garages, white picket fences, organized houses, the entire area screamed perfection. Definitely no cheap motel around here for him to crash. It was getting close to night so he had to think fast. Piers noticed that it stopped raining for the moment.
He has two choices: walk until he can find a place to stay or move his car and hide in it for the night….hopefully it doesn't rain anymore. Piers looked down at his watch and saw that it was getting close to 7 o'clock. Piers sighed to himself. Hopefully, he was able to push the car into a forest area and hide for the night. He opened his backpack and pulled out a case. He opened it and found 20 syringes. He was able to steal these before he escaped from the facility. This was what kept him sane ...human. Piers figured out a while ago that he can go without an injection for as long as two weeks. He looked up at the evening cloudy sky. He contemplated on whether he should take it now or wait for tomorrow. Sleeping on the initial effects seemed to be a better experience than enduring them while he was awake.
He took out one of the syringes and looked down at his right arm. Five years ago, he looked like a monster. But now, now he looked like an average human with multi colored eyes. His right arm wasn't the transfigured nightmare that they discovered when they first retrieved him for their facility. His face wasn't the nightmares that haunted him every night when he went to sleep.
No matter what, in the end, he still felt like a monster on the inside.
All of the emotions were still too raw for him to simply forget about it anyways. That's why he didn't think twice about the past. At least... he tried his best not to think about it. You can't simply attach or grow another human arm, so they gave him a mechanical one. A mechanical arm that's integrated with his nervous system. From what he could understand of the little information he was able to get from them, the arm was slowly growing and integrating with his heart. The substance in each syringe was designed to help his adjustment to the arm and counterbalance the mutation in his body. But sadly, the antibiotic has some major side effects which Piers is slowly figuring out. They were able to somewhat perfect it just recently. Thinking back, he may have tried to escape too early.
But would he had another chance to escape?
He smiled apathetically to himself. He's thinking too much again.
He injected himself with the syringe without any hesitation. He closed the case and put everything back into his bag. He left his bag in the passenger side and got out of the car. He surveyed the area and found a small wooded area a little ways back. He looked at the time again.
7:10pm
That'll definitely be a good spot for the night. The sun already set, and the streets lights started to turn on. He made sure that his car wasn't in park and went to start pushing it up the road. It was quite difficult and exhausting because he had to switch between steering and pushing. Piers was able to push his car only a few yards because suddenly his heart started to race in his chest and his vision to blurred.
"Dammit! This is... so fucking useless!" He slammed the door shut out of frustration. He leaned back against the car, trying to catch his breath. "Moving a car this small wasn't always this difficult." He sighed irritably and tried to keep his emotions calm. He didn't want to cause a scene by destroying and torching the car.
They would definitely find him.
He looked down at his hands and saw that they were shaking. "Just my luck," he mumbled to himself. "Side effects are kicking in earlier than expected." He turned around to get into the car when a big surge of pain went through his head.
/\/\/\/\/\
"He seems to be doing well with the treatment we've administered to him, but his arm… his arm is slowing the process down tremendously. We won't get any promising results quickly if it's slowing the process down."
"Well then get rid of it!"
"G-get r-rid of it sir?"
"I didn't stutter! He's long overdue. The chairman was very generous when he gave us an extension. Get rid of his arm and I'll do the rest."
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Piers supported himself with his hand on the top of the car as images and voices flashed through his head.
"Um… do you need any help?" Piers turned around and spotted a blonde hair female. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail and her skin was slightly paled. Her face was laced with caution and distrust.
Who trust a guy with sun glasses at night?
His head was pounding and his heart was still racing. A situation he didn't want to handle at the moment. He took a deep breath and responded, "I was passing through and my-" Piers groaned in pain as darkness consumed his vision.
/\/\/\/\/\
All he could hear was his screams and felt something hot piercing through his shoulder. He can slightly hear a chain saw in the background over his screams for what seemed like a long period of time. The pain seemed to go on forever. All of a sudden, he couldn't feel anything at all. No pain, no noise, he felt and heard nothing. Maybe he was dead? Maybe he was dead… that's definitely something he was looking forward to.
/\/\/\/\/\
Piers woke up with a jolt. He felt his heart racing as he looked around the room. He took a deep breath to try to calm himself down. He sat in a king size bed underneath a variety of covers. His arm felt a bit soar but he felt nothing else.
An alarm went off in his head when he realized that he couldn't find his back pack. He probably left it in the car. He jumped out of bed just to see that the backpack was right next to the bed. Piers relaxed for a moment. If he left now, then he could be able to sneak off without anyone noticing.
Wait, where was he?
He noticed that there was a large variety of pictures all over the walls of the room. All the pictures were in picture frames and neatly placed on the wall. The frames were a dark brown, just like the bed.
He slipped his backpack on and walked over to one of the pictures. He saw the blonde in a white dress and a guy that was kissing her on the cheek. It must've been their wedding day. The guy in the picture looked awfully like Chris Redfield. Piers snorted to himself. "I must be going crazy."
The door opened and the blonde appeared with a tray with soup and some type of juice. "Oh! Good, you're awake. I was so worried when you passed out. Are you alright? I wasn't sure what you like so I safely assumed that chicken noodle soup and some apple juice would be fine for you to eat." She raised the tray indicating that it was meant for him.
Piers stared at her for a moment and responded, "My apologies... but I'm not really hungry right now." Besides, he hates apple juice, and eating was definitely a bad idea for him at the moment. Eating right after injection will definitely worsen the side effects. Piers tried giving her an apologetic smile. "But I appreciate the offer." Piers looked down at the picture again.
She put the tray down on the bed and walked over to the picture. She smiled, "That's my husband. He's at work right now, so I had to carry you up the steps all by myself.' She crossed her arms as she continued, "So you're going to eat, or I will force the food down your throat."
Piers stepped back for a moment and swallowed. "Eh… I should be going."
She jabbed a finger into his chest. "It won't be that bad! I'm not going to hurt you." She grabbed him arm and dragged him to the bed. Her warm soft hand contacting his skin made him jump for a moment.
It's been so long since the last time someone cared.
She sat him down and gave him the tray. She sat down next to him and said, "Hi, my name is Jill. What's yours?"
Piers frowned trying to think of a way out of this. "Wouldn't your husband be furious if he found another man in your bed?"
Jill laughed for a moment and responded, "He already knows that you're here. He's coming home as we speak. Don't change the subject, you owe me a name."
"Eh…my name is…Joseph."
Jill smiled and said, "Nice to meet you Joseph." Piers took a closer look at her now and noticed that she had her hair out this time around. She had on blue pajama pants and a blue penguin t-shirt. Jill noticed him starring and said, "I think you have some pretty cool eyes."
Piers practically smacked himself in the face when he noticed that he didn't have his sunglasses on. "Where are my glasses?" He almost knocked over the tray of food when he tried standing up.
Jill grounded him on the bed, "Woah, take it easy. What are you talking about?"
"When you first met me, I had sun glasses on. Where are they?" Piers needed those glasses. No one must see his eyes. It's the only way they are able to track him. Who else have a golden colored eye color?
"Oh. They are downstairs on the living room's coffee table. I can-"
Piers sat the tray of food to the side and got up to exit. "I'm really sorry for the inconvenience ma'am, but I have to go. I stayed here for far too long." He briskly left the room so that she wouldn't try and stop him.
"Ma'am!? I'm not that old!" Jill came running out of her bedroom. "Where are you going? It's too dark out there, and your car is totaled."
Piers made his way down the steps and looked around for his sun glasses. "I'm sure I can figure something out…"
"Why are you in such a hurry anyways? You didn't even eat anything." Jill ran and got in front of him. "What are you so scared of? I'm trying to help you."
Piers averted his gaze from the slightly shorter female and responded, "I'm not scared of anything, I rather not be a burden." Piers spotted his sunglasses and grabbed them to put them on.
Jill grabbed his arm before he could put on his sunglasses. "It's night time. You don't need sunglasses."
Piers ripped his arm away from her and said, "Does it really matter!?" Piers took a deep breath to calm himself for a moment. "I thank you for your hospitality but I really have to go."
Piers heard the front door open suddenly. "Hello!? I'm home!" Piers eyes widened.
That voice….
"Had to work some overtime today. My boss finally let me go." Piers can only hear his voice because his back was facing the front door.
Please don't let it be him…
He heard the front door slam shut. Jill looked around Piers and walked past him to her husband. Piers heard her kiss him quickly. "Chris! Thank goodness you're here. Tell him that it's too dangerous to go out there so late at night."
I don't want him to see me like this… I don't want him to view me as the monster that I am…
Chris laughed. "Hey, sorry if my wife nagged you to death. She has a tendency of doing that to a lot to people, especially me."
Jill glared at Chris for a moment. "I guess you won't be having dinner tonight. But I'm serious."
Captain….
It seemed like Chris took the hint. "All jokes aside. At least stay the night. You already passed out in front of my house, at least sleep somewhere more comfortable inside of my house. My name is Chris Redfield. What's yours?"
Life really does move on doesn't it?
Piers was brought back to reality when he realized that he, Chris Redfield – his former captain, was asking him a question.
That's right. He doesn't know that Piers is still the monster from five years ago. He doesn't even know that Piers Nivans still exist. He is happy and married. Besides, he's supposed to be dead to the world. Piers Nivans does not exist anymore.
Piers turned around and watched all the color drain from his face. Piers offered a fake smile and responded, "My name is Joseph. It's nice to meet you Chris."
"I-it's n-nice to meet you too."
Oh yeah! Did you like it? Review, comment, like, fav. I guess I should start editing the next chapter. This is a Piers/Chris fanfic. So don't leave me yet lol .
Well, I know grammatical issues but I honestly don't have a beta.
Next chapter will have more of both sides. This is just the introductory.