Tough Love
*Just something I thought of. Its Sheva's POV about Jill and the way Chris admires her. My first shot at a one-shot. Read and Review please? RE 5 spoilers but I think everyone has beaten the game by this point.*
Disclaimer: As much as I would love to, I do not Resident Evil. D:
Nobody said this job was easy, and they were right. The work load is no problem, and to be able to travel to exotic places is a major bonus. I think people need to re-think that phrase and maybe change it to love isn't easy. And yet, I fear I am falling in love with my dear partner Chris.
Chris has seen many things in his lifetime. I have heard him tell stories that would leave my childhood fantasy stories to shame. This man has seen nations close to their utter downfall due to bio-terrorism, and has even seen his own beloved sister in mortal peril. But the thing I think that has hit Chris the hardest was the loss of his perhaps more than work partner, Jill.
Chris has been in utter turmoil after her death. I do not blame him one bit. I would have searched the ends of the earth for the one I have loved with a love as strong as his. Although blame it on my jealously and girlish stupidity, but I wish we had never attained that disk with that woman vivid picture flashing across the screen. "Jill," he whispered. I saw a ray of sunshine burst through his darken life. His face, illuminated by the setting African sun, and the electronic glow of the screen was showing compassion and yearning to be with the woman on the screen. In that sudden and unthinkable moment, I have lost my chance with this man.
It seemed the picture clouded his judgment from that moment on. He was completely absent-minded and careless with the mission. It even appeared he had developed a one track mind for the harpy Jill. I began to lose hope not only on this man but for the mission. We had no room for mistakes, and had an entire country waiting on our success. If we failed, they were doomed. I feel that if this man had even gotten any Intel, real or fake, he would abandon the mission and go on yet another wild goose chance for the woman once pronounced dead. It was like a stake has been driven into my heart.
When the time came, we confronted the man responsible for torturing my people. Albert Wesker. I shall never forget his name for as long as I walk this earth. He and his companion taunted us. He announced this being a reunion and my heart sank to the pit of my stomach as he unmasked the woman next to him. I turned and saw Chris' face drop for a second in disbelieve and utter shock. It was Jill Valentine, in the flesh, and in gun range. I could have shot her dead where she stood. But I had more important things to take care of then a bitter love triangle. And that business was getting away fast, and Chris's pleads for help where filling the room.
He was begging the woman to snap out of it. She attacked us like a crazed lunatic. I could not believe that he was just going to let her get away with this. I raised my gun to shoot her, and he flinched and yelled at me not to. He said that we must remove the bulbous orb sticking out of her chest. It killed me inside to follow his lead but I did. Some might say I was stupid or foolish, but in the end I think I did it out of love for a man I could never have.
Watching him cradle the now back to normal woman was murder in my eyes. I guess seeing this man happy was the best reward I could have. But sure enough, nobody said this job would be easy.