Hey guys, hows it going?
Well, I guess you can say I'm attempting a Resident Evil Fanfiction. I'm mostly known for writing Naruto FF, but however as of late I've gotten sick of Naruto, and Resident Evil is a breath of fresh air to me.
I would like to say some things.
1. No, this will not be a complete retelling of a story, but rather I hope to make it different in areas, and not completely follow the main RE5 plot.
2. I haven't gotten into Resident Evil until recently, with RE4 and RE5 being bought, and subsequently played. In which I loved it, especially RE5 with co-op, which is a huge blast with my friends.
3. If the characters seem a bit OCC, its because I haven't spent that much time with them.
I truely hope you enjoy reading, and the first chapter is a bit short, but the size will increase.
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Chris Redfield and Jill Valentine proceeded down the hallway, to the closed double doors. They had been led to the mansion due to a tip from a reliable source. Rain and thunder echoed outside, the mood sombre. They were close to eliminating one of the biggest threats in the biological warfare scene. They were here to capture Ozwell E. Spencer, the founder of the Umbrella Corporation. Leaning against them, they spoke with their eyes, Chris's dark eyes meeting Jill's blue eyes. Nodding the slightest, they burst into the last room that they hadn't covered yet, the library. They held their guns up, only to see Ozwell E. Spencer, the founder of the dreaded Umbrella Corporation, on the ground, dead. And standing with their back to them, who turned around...turned to be Albert Wesker. He turned, and with a flash of lightning, they saw through his glasses red cat-like eyes, which chilled them to the core. Chris then reacted, raising his gun.
"Wesker!" came Chris's shout of anger, firing his pistol.
Jill followed his lead, firing at Wesker. However, Wesker moved with surprising speed and agility, dodging bullets left and right. He appeared next to Chris, knocking his pistol out of his grasp, before hitting him in the chest with an elbow, before he slammed Chris with a fist, sending him backwards. Jill continued to fire, and Wesker dodged and weaved until he too was next to her, and without remorse he grabbed her by the throat, sending her gun flying towards the side. Jill struggled feebly, Wesker's strength too strong. She felt herself starting to get faint, before out of the corner she saw Chris leap to his feet and charge. Chris moved fast, cocking back his fist, but Wesker saw him coming, and moved faster. Wesker let go of Jill, dodging the first blow and parrying Chris's blows. Chris gave no quarter, continuing to press on the offense. He was send backwards by a fist as Jill came forward, her knife out. Wesker backhanded her knife hand, slamming her repeatedly in the chest before his palm sent her flying into the bookcase, and she fell, winded.
Chris was in hell, he was getting his ass kicked, and his muscle built up from the gym did nothing to prevent Wesker from picking beating him repeatedly in various parts of his body, before easily picking him up by the throat and dragging him across a table and send him flying. Dazed, Chris slowly tried to get to his feet, only for Wesker to pick him up and hold him up with one hand. Chris dangled helplessly, unable to read Wesker's lips as he cocked his fist back with a malicious grin.
"No!" came a cry, and Chris watched Jill charge at Wesker.
Jill forced herself to run faster, and prayed silently, that if there was a God that he would make her run faster, to save Chris. She held no thought for her own safety, only seeing Chris dangling helplessly above Wesker, who was about to deliver the death blow, which would take Chris from her life forever. She was almost there, she HAD to save him! She ignored the screaming in her lungs and stomache, and ignored her pounding head. She only had one target in mind, to save Chris.
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Chris was utterly brilliant with his instincts. Known for his cool and calm headed nature, and able to make sense of situations easily, the first thing besides Wesker's ugly mug was that he noticed Jill's path. And he noticed that she was on a collision course with the one and only Albert Wesker, in order to save him she was willing to sacrifice herself.
'Not today Jill, it's not your time to die yet' Chris thought.
Chris prepared as Jill made contact with Wesker, with his strong arms managed to wrap his arm around Jill, pulling her back from falling over the edge with Wesker. His arm's bulging muscles managed to shift Jill's momentum, jerking her back. Jill's brain pounded against her head as she felt a strong arm wrap around her waist and push he back. She fell onto her butt, ungracefully but otherwise unharmed. She could only watch from her position. Wesker's eyes widened in surprise, as he crashed against the glass due to the force of Jill slamming into him, the complete shift of inertia sent him heading towards the window, and then through it. His left hand grasped for anything, the closest thing being Chris's free arm, dragging him down with him. Wesker reached out desperately as he fell, managing to grab the edge of the window, ignoring the shooting pain of broken glass as it shot into his hand. Chris managed to hold on to Wesker's body, hanging off it. Jill's head pounded where she lay, slowly shaking her head in confusion. She glanced to the window, to see Wesker hanging on with one hand, his other arm being pinned by Chris as he held on to Wesker.
"Jill, get your gun, shoot him in the end. End this" gritted Chris, as he felt himself slipping.
Wesker seemed to notice Jill's shocked reaction, and he grinned sarcastically.
"Yes, go Jill. End it forever. Kill me, and sacrifice your partner" said Wesker with a grin.
"Dammit Jill, you need to end this. For Richard, Joseph and the rest of S.T.A.R.S. For the countless lives lost in Racoon City. You must do this Jill" yelled Chris.
Chris, as well as Jill knew that Wesker could easily pull himself up, but being the arrogant cocky person he was, he let himself hang there all day until Chris let go. Then he would pull himself out, and presumably kill Jill too. Jill rushed over to her gun, grabbing it and running back to the window. She cocked her weapon, her heaved breaths almost turning into sobs. It was a loose lose situation for Jill. Either way, she lost her partner, the one who had stood by her side for 10 years, the one and only Chris Redfield.
"Chris..." she murmured, tears starting to form.
He was everything to her, and he had been with her in almost everything, thick and thin. The only place he hadn't been with her was in Racoon City, but he was rescuing his sister, which Jill had understood.
"Do it Jill!" yelled Chris.
Wesker saw her hesitation, and with his one hand, pulled himself up in the air with a grin. His grin turned to horror as Chris, through sheer determination had hung on and he grabbed Wesker's other free arm. Wesker's feet barely landed on the edge of the window, before he fell backwards due to Chris's weight.
"NOOOO! CHRISSS!" came Jill's scream as she stretched out her arm to Chris, but it was too late.
She watched Chris and Wesker plummet downwards, until they were out of sight. Instead of relief of knowing Wesker was probably dead, she slumped to her knees in sadness.
"Chris..." she mumbled, as tears sprang out from her eyes and she cried.
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She didn't know how long she sat staring at the water, somehow praying that Chris hadn't fallen with Wesker, and that instead it had been just Wesker who had fallen, and Chris would be in her arms, instead of lying at the bottom of a lake. It pained Jill more than ever, that she would probably never see Chris again. An hour later, a B.S.A.A team had deployed, guns up and had burst into the room. They had seen Jill crawled up in a ball, hugging her knees to her chest, tears in her eyes.
"Agent Valentine, where is Agent Redfield?" asked a commando, who had walked next to her, while the rest stood at ease, others standing and watching outside the window, in case of a plane or helicopter.
Jill looked up into his eyes, fresh tears streaming from them. The commando looked painfully at the emotionally weak agent in front of them, one of the founding Eleven. One of the most decorated agents in the B.S.A.A, Jill Valentine was a wreck.
"He...h-he fell" she said softly.
In the following days, Jill was rested in hospital for bruising of her lungs, and her mood didn't lift, her thoughts constantly going back to Chris and Wesker falling. She blamed herself for it, she knew it wasn't her fault that Chris had fallen, but she still berated herself in the hospital. But Jill knew deep down why she took it so hard...she was in love with Christopher Redfield. Years of pent up feelings and emotions, were wasted. She was ready, after the mansion mission to start to settle down, have a family. Her years at S.T.A.R.S, continuing with the resistance had led her on a whirlwind of events that had not allowed her to settle down. Yet, when she was finally letting herself start to slow down, her partner and hopefully husband one day was taken away.
Results were not good, as Chris and Wesker's body was never found, and both were presumed dead after several days of searching. Every day, Jill had asked whether they had found anything. Every time, they had said no. Several days later, a group of people gathered to pay their respects to Christopher Redfield, in which everyone made it. Jill, clad in a dark black dress and veil had held onto hysterical Claire, crying her heart out.
'First Steve, then Chris. Poor girl, she can't catch a break' thought Jill sadly.
Barry had spoken about Chris, and how he had fought vainly to protect those he loved and cared deeply for his friends and family. Rebecca wept, the deceased having protected and saved her several times in the botched Arklay Mountains mission. Others were also there, that Jill did not recognise, as well as high ranking B.S.A.A officials. Jill herself felt tears threatening to spill out once again, but she managed to hold it in. Christopher Redfield was buried with full military honours. A hero to a nation, but a brother, a friend to a small select group of people. Even the extremely busy Leon Kennedy was there, who was constantly out on errands for the U.S. Government. Even Kevin and Carlos was there, appearing from seemingly no where to attend their friend's funeral. They all sought solace later at an apartment, where they cried and comforted each other, before they talked and laughed about all the stupid memories and things Chris Redfield would do. Jill told them of how he had died, to save her. She apologised to Claire for not being able to save Chris. Claire had slapped her on the face and simply wrapped her in a hug, weeping her heart out. Jill had done the same.
Jill had taken Chris's death hard. She was a wreck, mentally and physically exhausted. However, after a month of rest, she threw herself constantly into missions, somehow coming out every time, her recklessness causing concern to her close friends. Her recklessness caught the eye of the B.S.A.A, her almost suicidal like approaches to situations causing several agents to be injured. The B.S.A.A. banned her missions for a month, as she undertook extensive counseling. After declaring her mentally healthy, Jill Valentine returned to the field, refreshed and eager as ever to bring down the remaining terrorist groups using B.O.W.s for power. However, she was lonely. Her father was long dead, and the only true people she could talk to were Claire and Rebecca, the former suffering just as hard as she had. Every day she woke up, Jill would sigh to herself. Yet, for some reason, her heart refused to say Chris was dead. And this feeling grew, as her head listened to her heart. And her heart told her that Chris...was possibly still alive. And with that hope, Jill hung on to with all her strength, lest she break apart. Two years after Chris's 'death,' Jill was sent on a mission to Africa, to assist in apprehending an arms dealer by the name of Ricardo Irving.
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During the time that Chris's friends mourned for him, Chris laid in a liquid capsule, frozen in time.Wesker stood, staring at him. An assistant walked up behind him, a clipboard in hand.
"He is useless to me, he was never infected with the T-virus or anything" muttered Wesker.
"Beg your pardon sir, but Christopher Redfield's results have come back" said the scientist.
Wesker turned, pushing up his glasses with one finger.
"And?"
"He has the same antibodies Jill Valentine has" he said.
Wesker's long and tired day immediately brightened.
"So Jill has given him blood at one point?" asked Wesker.
The scientist nodded.
"It is the most viable and logical conclusion, that some where down the track, Jill had given blood to Chris Redfield, in which her antibodies, which are like no other antibodies were able to react, causing his memory B-cells and T-cells to remember the virus and hence produce antibodies as if he himself was infected with the virus" explained the scientist.
"What is your name?" asked Wesker, barely able to contain his delight.
"John sir, John R. Fields" came the humble reply.
"Answer me honestly, do you think you are getting paid enough?" Wesker asked.
John shuffled for a bit, before looking back at Wesker.
"Yes, i believe four hundred and fifty grand a year for doing what I love is sufficient" came his reply.
Wesker grinned.
"I will see to it that you reach the five hundred grand a year mark. Dismissed" came Wesker's reply.
John's eyes widened, before he thanked Wesker and politely left. Wesker stared at Chris's body floating in the liquid.
"You will make me a God!" he said with an estatic voice, before laughing.
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Well I hope you enjoyed it. I also plan to release another RE fanfiction, which is in production.
If you have any feedback, please review so that I can improve. I'm relatively new to the Resident Evil scene, so any help and feedback would be appreciated.