It has been awhile since I last wrote anything so I hoping this story will get me out of my rut. I see this being a two chapter story, meaning the second chapter will probably be in Chris's POV. –Elivanna
Disclaimer: Resident Evil is owned by Capcom® and therefore I don't own any of the characters hereby mentioned.
Safe
She was safe and she couldn't believe it. How long had it been since she actually felt this way? To be free and happy. She was actually at 'peace'. It was all due to the only person she could ever trust, her partner, her savior, and the reason why she continued fighting. Chris.
Chris Redfield, the man who had risked everything to find her. He may have not known if she was still alive, but he didn't care. He had continued his quest to search for her with what little leads he could find, he never stopped believing in her and she never stopped believing in him. If there was one constant in her life, it was him. They would always be together; they were an unstoppable force even with all the people or situations that drove them apart. They were fighters and they would always find each other.
Now that Africa was over and done with she would be able to finally recover from the whole traumatic experience. It was hard but she knew that with Chris's help she would no longer have to suffer the nightmares. She was getting through this with his help, but she still had the occasional memories that snuck up on her when she was asleep. Those were the worst, when her mind forced her to remember what Wesker had turned her into.
The memory of being controlled and forced to abide by Wesker's every command was enough to cause panic and anxiety within her. She could still see those red eyes in her mind. They followed her everywhere; they were always filled with an evil intensity that never seemed to waver. Wesker wanted to be a God, to be able to rule over his own ideal world which would have been a success if Chris hadn't shown up to stop him.
It had been a month and she was still thinking about it. What if Wesker had succeeded? Would Chris have been killed? Would the world have been annihilated? She had to stop this type of thinking. She had to stop wondering about the 'what if's'. It was all said and done. She was no longer Wesker's puppet, no longer a pawn in his game. She would not let Wesker dictate her life from his deathbed. She would get past this no matter what. He no longer had any control over her, no more devices forcing her to do what he wanted.
She was her own person again, she was capable of making her decisions and if it was the last thing she did it was going to be banishing Wesker's memory.
"Jill, are you okay?" asked Chris noticing the intense stare she was giving him from across the table.
There was that voice again; the voice that always calmed her nerves and paranoia. It was the voice that guided her through the whole ordeal. Did he know how much he helped by just being there? Was he aware how much she owed him? He had given her the opportunity to live her life afresh.
"I'm fine Chris." she said reaching out to grab his hand with hers. "I'm with you."