Unfinished Anthology Resident Evil Side

Untitled Chris R. Fanfiction

Chris walked into the S.T.A.R.S. office holding a piping hot cup of coffee from Grossman's Deli in his hand. Glancing over at the desk he shared sat Forest, he saw him sitting there contently listening to Judas Priest music through his headphones. With a grin Chris walked over to him and slapped the headphones from his head.

"Morning Forest!" Chris said smiling.

"You suck Redfield!" Forest replied smiling back as he bent over to pick the earphones off the floor. "It's weird seeing you here on time."

"I've been having trouble sleeping." Chris said. "So, you know how it goes."

"Why have you been having trouble sleeping?" Forest asked.

"Yes Chris." Captain Wesker said in an extremely sinister voice. "Why haven't you been sleeping?"

Chris turned and faced Wesker who was standing next to him pointing his Samurai Edge in Chris's face.

"Surely it's not because of me?" Wesker questioned roguishly.

"No." Forest said sorrowfully. "It's because of me."

Chris turned his gaze away from Wesker back to Forest and he was horrified to see that Forest's body was cold and grey. He had bloody cuts all over his once strong arms. His face once full of vigor and enthusiasm was now in shreds of loose skin as blood poured from the horrific wounds. His brown eyes bulged horrifically from their sockets.

"Forest!" Chris screamed frantically. "FOREST!"

"You can't save him Chris." Wesker said cruelly, his entire S.T.A.R.S. uniform drenched in blood. "Nor can you avenge him."

Chris and turned to Wesker, his dark brown eyes flashed with blinding rage, but his actions were arrested by Wesker who still brandished his firearm directly at his face.

"Too bad Chris?" Wesker said sardonically. "You'll never get justice for them or find me…"

Wesker pulled the trigger and a bright flash of white, blue, and orange exploded from the pistol as the bullet erupted from its chamber then sped toward Chris.

Letting out a loud scream as Chris woke up completely sodden in sweat.

"Fuck!" He exclaimed as panting for breath.

It had been a month since the incident in that terrible mansion, yet the nightmares remained. In fact, they got more intense as time passed and the lack of sleep was beginning to unhinge his mind. Chris looked over at the clock, it was about 6:45 in the morning, and this had been the first time in ages he had slept for about four hours, but he was still exhausted. He desperately wanted to go back to sleep, but he knew sleep wasn't going to come easily or be without another disturbing dream. With a sigh, Chris threw the sheets from his soaking wet body and dragged himself out of bed.

Chris walked over to the door to his bathroom and turned on the light. Pulling the shower curtains to the side, he turned the knob and the water began to pour from the faucet, then he turned it to the shower mode and waited for the frosty water to turn warm. Walking back into his bedroom, he turned on the television and paused to hear the news of the day in Raccoon City.

"Good morning Raccoon City." The woman broadcaster began. "We are continuing our coverage of the fire that occurred a month ago in Raccoon Forest. It appears that Arklay County fire fighters have made headway in the month-long blaze, we turn to Candice Monroe live at the scene."

"Fire fighters have finally turned a corner in the fire in the densest part Raccoon forest…"

Chris listened intently to the story and while he was happy that the fire was starting to come under control, he was still dismayed about other aspects of the story.

"Thank you, Candice." The female anchor said as the story ended. "The fire in Raccoon Forest was started when a large-scale illegal narcotics lab exploded killing everyone inside, as well as several members of the Special Tactics And Rescue Service who were investigating the area."

Chris grumbled a few expletives under his breath. An "illegal narcotics lab" was the cover story fed to the media and it made Chris sick to his stomach that they were so easily buying it.

"In other news today a massive house fire in a subdivision in Arklay County are threating to stretch the beleaguered Arklay County fire department to their limits. Reporter Keith Branson has that story."

"Good morning Mary," The reporter began. "A huge house fire broke out in the exclusive Arklay Hills neighborhood in the subdivision of Bella Vista Pointe."

Chris instantly perked up as the reporter started the story. Bella Vista Pointe was where Wesker lived.

"The two-alarm fire broke out in a large private residence at 1470 Madame Curie Lane."

"What the fuck?!" Chris questioned. "That's…"

"The blaze started in the early morning hours and was reported by nearby neighbors." The reporter stated.

"I could smell the smoke and I went to look and see what was happening." An older woman who was a nearby neighbor reported to the newscaster. "I thought maybe it was from that explosion and perhaps it was getting closer, but when I looked out the window, I saw some of the flames from that house fire shooting up, so I called 911. I hope no one was home; the fire seemed really dreadful."

"That fire was indeed terrible." The Reporter continued. "Fire fighters rushed to the scene and worked diligently to put out the blaze. It took about two and a half hours to get the home fire under control. As you can see the entire house was completely gutted."

Chris's jaw practically fell through his apartment floor, he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

"The fire marshal has deemed the fire suspicious and it will require further investigation."

"Keith can you tell us if anyone was home during the fire?" The anchor woman asked the reporter.

"Investigators say that there was no sign of anyone being at home when the blaze occurred." The reporter answered. "We just received word that this was the residence of S.T.A.R.S Division leader, Captain Albert Wesker, who as you know was one of the S.T.A.R.S members killed in last month's explosion in Raccoon Forest."

Chris ran over to the phone and quickly dialed Jill's number, groggily she answered the phone.

"Sorry to wake you Jill." Chris said frantically. "But we need to meet up ASAP!"

"Chris?" Jill said still trying to fully wake up and comprehend what was going on. "What's happening?"

"Just meet me at Patti's Pancakes up on French Street in about a half hour." Chris said sounding near hysterical.

"Are you ok Chris?" Jill asked sounding extremely concerned.

"No, I'm not." Chris answered.

Abruptly Chris hung up the phone and proceeded to dash off into the shower to prepare for his meeting with Jill.

Thirty minutes later, Chris found himself sitting in a booth at Patti's Pancakes waiting for Jill to arrive. Chris sat thumbing through the print outs of everything he collected since the Mansion Incident a month ago. The majority of the information was on Wesker, which seemed to be an inevitable consequence of the research he was conducting. It appeared that Wesker's spidery fingers were all over everything about that terrible time. Chris took a sip of hot coffee in front of him and continued to nervously thumb through the papers before him waiting patiently for Jill to arrive. Finally, she walked through the door and practically ran over to Chris.

"Are you ok Chris?" Jill asked sounding very worried about him. "You sounded really weird over the phone."

"Wesker's house burned down today." He said dryly.

"When did that happen?" She said sounding surprised.

"It was on the news this morning." He said. "They said it was a suspicious fire."

Jill didn't answer.

"They also said no one was there when the blaze broke out." Chris continued. "But that doesn't mean Wesker didn't set it."

"Yeah." Jill said. "He's destroying everything of his old life completely."

"Seems that way." Chris said practically devoid of emotions. "I was doing some digging on our former "Captain", and it seems that since May, he had been gradually selling off his ample stock in Umbrella."

Chris took out a few pages from his stack and slid them over to Jill who glanced through them.

"Wesker sold his last bit of stock three days before we went up to that mansion." Chris said changing tones from emotionless to bitter. "He made…"

"$10.5 million dollars?!" Jill said reading the number out loud.

"Yeah." Chris said crossly. "He has not only faked death but he also has the financial means to never be found again."

"Chris..."

"I also found out that he had a life insurance policy amounting to well over $20 million dollars with Umbrella." Chris said. "And that is in addition to the death benefit from his time in the army and receiving double the death benefits from RPD."

"Because he was killed in the line of duty." Jill said sorrowfully.

Chris scoffed.

"But he can't collect any of that." Jill said optimistically. "He wasn't married, he didn't have any children, and I remember he said once both his parents were killed in a car accident years ago."

"With some help from one of the ladies in HR, I broke into his personnel file last week." Chris whispered. "Apparently his death benefits are supposed to go to some relative named Earl something or another. I can only assume the rest of his life insurance as well as any other funds left by Wesker will be going to him as well."

"Do you want me to track down this Earl guy?" Jill asked. "If Wesker is still around maybe he can lead us to him."

"Wesker is too smart for that and you know it Jill." Chris said softly. "Besides there's no guarantee that this Earl guy would be willing to help us. I don't trust anyone related to Wesker no matter how distant a relative they may be."

Jill didn't say anything; she knew that Chris was right.

"No." Chris said sternly. "The best thing to do for now is focus on taking Umbrella down."

"Where should we begin?" Jill asked in a hushed tone.

"I can't involve you Jill." Chris said sternly. "I have to do this on my own."

"Don't be like that Chris." Jill implored. "You are going to need all of our help to do this."

Chris paused in thought for a moment. Barry was already gone; he moved his family to a small town in Canada three days after the mansion incident. With his house having just sold, he had to focus on keeping his family safe and secure, so he couldn't ask Barry to just up and take off with him on a huge undertaking like that. His mind then drifted to Rebecca. She was still young and inexperienced. Plus, she suffered terribly after the mansion incident, having some of the worst survivors' guilt he had ever seen. He figured this was normal considering she is the only member of the Bravo Team to make it out of that mission alive. A few days ago, she too moved away from Raccoon City to try to rebuild her life, away from the agony and sorrow of everything that happened.

Then there was Brad, he was such a coward. He would be completely useless if anything went down. The only person left was Jill and he just couldn't bring himself to drag her unwittingly into this. No, she had to stay here, at least here she would be safe. Umbrella wouldn't dare come after her especially knowing that she knew their secrets. No, he wasn't going to put another S.T.A.R.S. member in jeopardy.

"No Jill." Chris said emphatically. "It's not safe right now."

-End-