This is a short fanfic, with few chapters (maybe just 2 or 3).
This first one is quite short, because it's only an introduction. Anyway, hope you enjoy!
After a terrible day of work, Jill got home to rest. At least, she thought that she would rest.
Walking in the hallway, Jill closed the door and locked it.
- Damn, I'm really tired –she said, while taking her shoes off, and leaving them wherever they would fall. She took down her uniform's shirt, and released the bra clasp. She moaned in pleasure from releasing her body from that little but annoying pressure in the chest.
Walking to the bathroom, Jill turned on the TV and tuned it on the music channel. It was Blues Night, so she raised the volume and entered the bathroom, leaving the door open.
While she was turning on the shower and setting it in the hottest temperature, she heard her PDA calling. Leaving the shower streaming, she entered her room and opened her bag.
* SMS from: Carlos *
"Hey Jill! Long time, no see! I'm working as bodyguard now, for a very rich man. By luck, he is visiting your town, so I thought that we could use a little chat, some beer, I dunno. Whatever you wanna do I'll go along. I'm sure you miss my accent! Girls *Jill already known what he was going to say, and read it like it was his voice: * 'Girls love my accent'. Anyway, I should arrive tomorrow noon, but I'll only be out of work at night. Anyway, what is better for you is better for me!
See ya! "
Jill smiled, remembering how he saved her life, and how much she owns him. She answered his SMS but no response came. He might be busy right now she thought. Suddenly remembered about the shower and ran to the bathroom.
Hot water does wonders she thought.
The bathroom was full of steam, but still she could see herself clearly in the mirror. Looking at how much her body changed, how physically strong she became. And… she said herself:
- Sexier than you were, Jill. You still a beautiful woman.
Guess this is something that all women thing about. Growing old. No one wants to grow old, but that will happen someday. Jill realized that she weren't old. But all that things that happened to her made her mentally mature. She was not the young lady anymore. Strong. Strong indeed; she has always been strong. And she knew that she would need to be strong forever since Raccoon City. Raccoon City remembered her about all that she left behind.
Including Dick.
"Years and years will come and pass, but you'll be always my little girl. ". He said it so many times that Jill lost the count. She true loved him. And she true misses him.
- I really miss you, dad – she said to the mirror.
She saw her face. A beautiful female version of Dick Valentine. She remembered of when she was a kid, spending all the time that she could with her father. Even that it was a problematic family; he was always with that smile. That happy-looking face. That shinny smile whenever they met. Even in jail, she knew that she was her father's joy in life. Now he was gone, and Jill felt it too much bitter to hold again, and a tear began to fell from her right eye.
She imagined herself in front of her father once again, and smiled. A true and happy smile; a silent tribute to Dick Valentine; the man that she loved, love, and would love forever. Her beloved father. Her beloved "daddy".
At this point, the steam had almost gone, and she realized that she was still nude and wet. Grabbed a towel and dried quickly. She chose the first nightdress that was in the wardrobe. Laughing of the choice: A blue nightdress, with a star-shape pattern on it.
- Haha, "stars" – she said loud.
She looked at the Beretta over the nightstand. Guess old habits never change.
She listened to some Blues, but decided to comply with Morpheus' (The god of Sleep in Greek Mythology) calling and went to Sleep.
- Good Night, dad – she said to a picture from Dick, over the nightstand.
In the middle of the night, she woke up, thirsty. Rouse from bed, and went to the kitchen, and opened the fridge, grabbed a bottle of water and drank it all. She felt that "thing" that we feel when we think that we are being observed and stopped. Her senses started to work. She smelled the air.
No foreign smell.
She carefully examined her kitchen with her vision.
Nothing seems different.
Listened carefully.
Nothing, it's not….Suddenly, she felt something itchy on her left shoulder. There was a needle coming out of it.
No... No, no, no, no!
Tried to, but was unable to scream. A masked man came out of nowhere. No, my vision is not working properly. It MUST be a sedative.
The man was wearing a battle suit, with a gas mask, with red protective glass in the eyes.
Jill didn't even felt the floor when she fell.
- NO! – She shouted, waking up.
It was a dream, thank God…
She tried to reach the nightstand; the table lamp was over it, beside the Beretta. When Jill turned it on, almost shouted again. There were an ampoule with a label on it, and an empty syringe besides it. In horror, she read the label. "J-Experiment; Virus No. 9854.3" was written on it.
Fuck, fuck, FUCK! – She shouted.
An awful feeling took control of her. What if... What if I… No, not again, it can't be!
The Beretta was right where she left it, loaded and unlocked. She mounted the suppressor and shot it in the bed, just to be sure that it was firing properly.
In horror she discovered that she didn't felt the gun's recoil.
Fired again a couple of times. Saw the hand shaking, the glow of the shot, the capsule flying from the gun's chamber, heard loud and clear the shot suppressed, because even when a gun has its suppressor attached, it's shot stills doing some little noise.
-Crap, the infection has already started. – She said to Dick's picture over the nightstand – I'm going the Police Station. I still have the anti-virus Chris gave to me when we met after the incident on the Mediterranean. That anti-virus can cure anything based on T/G-Virus, and is a poison to any kind of Plaga.
She dressed up with a pair of brown leather boots, jeans pants, a white t-shirt and a brown jacket. The Beretta fitted perfectly in the shoulder hostler, and just do assure, she put her combat knife in an ankle knife case.
*Thump*
She heard it coming from the front door.
A monster shouted. A male, strong voice. Too much familiar.
- GGGGRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOAAAAR!
*CRASH!*
the front door entered the apartment flying through the living room. Jill went there, running; just to confirm what she already known. This bastard is back.
In the entrance lobby, was that huge 'guy', dressed all in black, that same left arm, that mouth without lips, just a cold and unwitting deadly smile. The Nemesis that chased her.
He took air, and opened the mouth to speak that word that she already known too.
-STARS! – They said together
-Come here, big guy – Jill said – I'll show you STARS…. Again…
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