Patching the Years Lost
Jill sat on a park bench thinking what has happened in the past four years. Umbrella has caused her so much pain and is the reason she is alone now in the world. She is 29 goddamn years old and alone. She sadly thinks back to the last day she saw Chris Redfield's face...
[Flashback, December 20, 2000]
They have been hiding out for the past two years from Umbrella and her and Chris have gotten pretty close. The tiny house was cramped since the were seven people staying there including, herself, Chris Redfield, Rebecca Chambers, Carlos Olivera, Claire Redfield, Steve Burnside, and Leon Kennedy. They were huddled around the kitchen table playing a game of Spoons, listening to Christmas music. Rebecca was doing the best by far with only having an "S", and I was doing the worst by far having an "SPOO". So as you can see I could not afford to lose another round. I was intent on watching the spoon pile that I didn't even try to get four of a kind. The sound of a branch cracking outside broke me from my trance on the spoons, and out the window, as doing so everyone grabbed a spoon except me. "Shit", I said. And everyone laughed as I slammed my fist on the table, but stopped when I again heard the cracking of twigs outside. I held up my hand and said, "Listen". Which made everyone stop laughing and cock their ears. The noise came again and I rose training my weapon on the open window. That's when the first rain of bullets started, I quickly rolled to my side to avoid getting hit by them. I managed to shoot on of them as I rolled, the man screaming in pain. Yet the bullets did not cease. Everyone scatted in different directions, and I opened the front door only to be greeted by a man in a Kevlar vest with an Umbrella symbol etched on it. He shot my twice in the abdomen and I fell onto the ground into the darkness. Later when I woke up I was in the hospital, the doctor informed that it had been a week since my "accident". When I asked him if he found anyone else at the house he just gave me a questioningly look. After I left the hospital I naturally looks for days and days for the other members, but they were nowhere to be found, I finally gave up hope and settled down into an apartment in Europe.
[End flashback]
Now I am sitting on this bench detached from the world, alone. Knowing that I have spent too long sitting here contemplating the past, I stand and make my way back to my apartment. My apartment has two bedrooms, a bathroom, a kitchen, and a living room. Since I am the only one living there I use the other bedroom to keep my workout equipment, staying in shape keeps my mind off of how lonely I am. I arrive at home and decide to make myself dinner, then workout and go to bed. Dinner as usual is a microwave dinner that I bought from the local grocery store. Shopping is a lot easy now that I know how to speak French. High school French helped somewhat but, buying the French dictionary helped a bunch. After dinner I cleaned my plate and headed to my workout room. I put on my favorite cd and started lifting weights. Tonight I targeted my biceps, and triceps go by my normal routine of switching muscles. I also ran a little on my treadmill. Realizing it was past 11, I decided it was time to go to bed considering that I had to get up at 6am to go to work.
I got up at 5am and got my shower. Pulling on my work clothes, then eating a nice bowl of cereal and a banana with some milk. After breakfast I pulled on my shoes and started for work. I don't have a car because it's too noticeable on the empty streets of Belgium.
Chris Redfield woke up to the blaring music of Claire's stereo. He grunted and headed downstairs to make some coffee. He sat down with his cup of jowl and read the morning paper. Apparently there was a murder near the heart of Paris, the victim was said to been eaten. "Not again", Chris muttered and sipped his coffee. The music was turned off and there were footsteps on the stairs. "Good morning, Claire", Chris said. "Good morning, bro", she replied. She grabbed herself a cup of coffee and joined Chris at the breakfast table. Claire was the first to break the silence the has fallen on them, "Ya know, it's been 4 years since we've seen or heard from any of the other team members. I wonder if their ok." "I am sure their doing just fine. Barry is suppose to call me today, so maybe he will know about the whereabouts about some of them" he replied. "Anyone in particular you want to know about? Maybe a certain Jill Valentine" she said and winked. "Can't fool you can I? Is it that obvious that I miss her terribly?" he asked. Claire smiled and shook her head, "It's as noticeable as Carlos's flirting." Chris laughed, "That bad huh?" They both went into a laughing fit and Claire actually fell off her seat. Just when they started calming down, Chris made a goofy face that started it back up again. They were interrupted when the phone rang. "That must be Barry." Chris said still laughing. Chris picked up the phone still laughing and the voice on the other line just laughed. "Sounds like your having a great time." Barry's low, grunty voice said. "Sorry, about that Barry we were just having a laughing fit. How have you been?" "Not as good as you apparently." Barry replied. "Can I ask you something Barry?" Chris asked hoping he could answer his question that he's been wanting to ask. "Shoot" the older man replied. "Well.. I was just wondering if you knew the addresses of any of the other members" he asked and held his breath. There was a low laugh on the other end, "I know who you want to ask about Chris, and the answer is yes I know." Chris could not contain his excitement any longer and yelled into the receiver. "Owwww, I think you burst my eardrum", but Barry was laughing. After some more talking Chris hung up the phone with a smile from ear to ear. "Good news?" his sister asked already knowing the answer. "You bet, Barry knew Jill's address. So I am writing a letter right now, that way I can send it tonight and she will get it in two or three days. I wonder where she lives now. You think she moved back to the United States?" Claire shook her head, "I doubt it, but we'll find out soon enough."
[Three days later]
Jill arrived home from work at 11pm and was ready for bed. She picked the mail off the floor and began sorting through it. Her eyes were so out of focused that she didn't notice that one of the envelopes dropped out of her hand and landed under the couch. The envelope was marked Jill Valentine, with the return address Chris Redfield. After realizing that all the mail was either bills or junk, she went to bed.
This was my first fan-fic ever so, be nice criticizing it. I will immediately begin to work on the second one so stay tuned for more.
Will Jill Valentine ever find the letter Chris send her??
Jill sat on a park bench thinking what has happened in the past four years. Umbrella has caused her so much pain and is the reason she is alone now in the world. She is 29 goddamn years old and alone. She sadly thinks back to the last day she saw Chris Redfield's face...
[Flashback, December 20, 2000]
They have been hiding out for the past two years from Umbrella and her and Chris have gotten pretty close. The tiny house was cramped since the were seven people staying there including, herself, Chris Redfield, Rebecca Chambers, Carlos Olivera, Claire Redfield, Steve Burnside, and Leon Kennedy. They were huddled around the kitchen table playing a game of Spoons, listening to Christmas music. Rebecca was doing the best by far with only having an "S", and I was doing the worst by far having an "SPOO". So as you can see I could not afford to lose another round. I was intent on watching the spoon pile that I didn't even try to get four of a kind. The sound of a branch cracking outside broke me from my trance on the spoons, and out the window, as doing so everyone grabbed a spoon except me. "Shit", I said. And everyone laughed as I slammed my fist on the table, but stopped when I again heard the cracking of twigs outside. I held up my hand and said, "Listen". Which made everyone stop laughing and cock their ears. The noise came again and I rose training my weapon on the open window. That's when the first rain of bullets started, I quickly rolled to my side to avoid getting hit by them. I managed to shoot on of them as I rolled, the man screaming in pain. Yet the bullets did not cease. Everyone scatted in different directions, and I opened the front door only to be greeted by a man in a Kevlar vest with an Umbrella symbol etched on it. He shot my twice in the abdomen and I fell onto the ground into the darkness. Later when I woke up I was in the hospital, the doctor informed that it had been a week since my "accident". When I asked him if he found anyone else at the house he just gave me a questioningly look. After I left the hospital I naturally looks for days and days for the other members, but they were nowhere to be found, I finally gave up hope and settled down into an apartment in Europe.
[End flashback]
Now I am sitting on this bench detached from the world, alone. Knowing that I have spent too long sitting here contemplating the past, I stand and make my way back to my apartment. My apartment has two bedrooms, a bathroom, a kitchen, and a living room. Since I am the only one living there I use the other bedroom to keep my workout equipment, staying in shape keeps my mind off of how lonely I am. I arrive at home and decide to make myself dinner, then workout and go to bed. Dinner as usual is a microwave dinner that I bought from the local grocery store. Shopping is a lot easy now that I know how to speak French. High school French helped somewhat but, buying the French dictionary helped a bunch. After dinner I cleaned my plate and headed to my workout room. I put on my favorite cd and started lifting weights. Tonight I targeted my biceps, and triceps go by my normal routine of switching muscles. I also ran a little on my treadmill. Realizing it was past 11, I decided it was time to go to bed considering that I had to get up at 6am to go to work.
I got up at 5am and got my shower. Pulling on my work clothes, then eating a nice bowl of cereal and a banana with some milk. After breakfast I pulled on my shoes and started for work. I don't have a car because it's too noticeable on the empty streets of Belgium.
Chris Redfield woke up to the blaring music of Claire's stereo. He grunted and headed downstairs to make some coffee. He sat down with his cup of jowl and read the morning paper. Apparently there was a murder near the heart of Paris, the victim was said to been eaten. "Not again", Chris muttered and sipped his coffee. The music was turned off and there were footsteps on the stairs. "Good morning, Claire", Chris said. "Good morning, bro", she replied. She grabbed herself a cup of coffee and joined Chris at the breakfast table. Claire was the first to break the silence the has fallen on them, "Ya know, it's been 4 years since we've seen or heard from any of the other team members. I wonder if their ok." "I am sure their doing just fine. Barry is suppose to call me today, so maybe he will know about the whereabouts about some of them" he replied. "Anyone in particular you want to know about? Maybe a certain Jill Valentine" she said and winked. "Can't fool you can I? Is it that obvious that I miss her terribly?" he asked. Claire smiled and shook her head, "It's as noticeable as Carlos's flirting." Chris laughed, "That bad huh?" They both went into a laughing fit and Claire actually fell off her seat. Just when they started calming down, Chris made a goofy face that started it back up again. They were interrupted when the phone rang. "That must be Barry." Chris said still laughing. Chris picked up the phone still laughing and the voice on the other line just laughed. "Sounds like your having a great time." Barry's low, grunty voice said. "Sorry, about that Barry we were just having a laughing fit. How have you been?" "Not as good as you apparently." Barry replied. "Can I ask you something Barry?" Chris asked hoping he could answer his question that he's been wanting to ask. "Shoot" the older man replied. "Well.. I was just wondering if you knew the addresses of any of the other members" he asked and held his breath. There was a low laugh on the other end, "I know who you want to ask about Chris, and the answer is yes I know." Chris could not contain his excitement any longer and yelled into the receiver. "Owwww, I think you burst my eardrum", but Barry was laughing. After some more talking Chris hung up the phone with a smile from ear to ear. "Good news?" his sister asked already knowing the answer. "You bet, Barry knew Jill's address. So I am writing a letter right now, that way I can send it tonight and she will get it in two or three days. I wonder where she lives now. You think she moved back to the United States?" Claire shook her head, "I doubt it, but we'll find out soon enough."
[Three days later]
Jill arrived home from work at 11pm and was ready for bed. She picked the mail off the floor and began sorting through it. Her eyes were so out of focused that she didn't notice that one of the envelopes dropped out of her hand and landed under the couch. The envelope was marked Jill Valentine, with the return address Chris Redfield. After realizing that all the mail was either bills or junk, she went to bed.
This was my first fan-fic ever so, be nice criticizing it. I will immediately begin to work on the second one so stay tuned for more.
Will Jill Valentine ever find the letter Chris send her??