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You Really Don't Remember Me? Chp1
When Piers is finally able to drag Chris from the bar counter and sit him on the table, it quickly became apparent that the BSAA Alpha team captain does not remember anything. Chris slurs his words and shakes his head, his body slouched over the table he is sitting next to. That has a feeling of hurt flare inside of Piers, especially when Chris asks Piers who he is. After all, they have been through, how could Chris forget? Chris left Piers for six months and wasted himself in a bar and forgot everything. It's unreasonable of Piers, but it angers and hurts him. It's not Chris' fault, but still. What more could he expect when Chris was pounded so hard against the wall that blood left his parted lips with pained groans, and thrown like a rag down to the ground hard enough to crack the ground. Piers remembers panicking, screaming Chris' name and rushing to his side and pulling him from danger. He really thought they were dead, it was more napads than he could deal with, and with Chris' unconscious dead weight being dragged, he could not do much. Reinforcement had come just in time and took them out of that predicament. Piers had flown back with Chris in the helicopter. Piers would watch as Chris twisted and turned with pain moans escaping his lips. The doctors didn't know if he was going to make it. His body battered, cracked ribs, and punctured lungs. But by some miracle his captain pulled through only for him to run away the moment he was strong enough to stand on his feet. It's been six months since he's gone missing and Piers has finally found him.
Chris sits with his back facing a wall, his fingers fidgeting and his brown eyes darting towards the exit. He looks paranoid. As if a hungry ghost is over his shoulder. Piers watches him closely, a part of him scared Chris will get up from his chair and run out the door only to disappear again. This time for good.
"You really don't remember me?" Piers asks slowly, the words bitter in his tongue.
Chris shakes his head, swaying on his seat because of how intoxicated he is. Piers has seen his captain like this before. He always relied on substance abuse to push through the hardship. Anyone would think Chris easily brushes off the deaths of others since they always see him after the breakdown- when he is gearing up for a mission with his masked aligned and determine strong build. They don't see the Chris that drowns in misery, and drinks himself until he can't stand on his two feet. Or smokes until his lungs go raw. Chris is strong, a worthy captain and an admirable one at that. But Piers can't help but feel the BSAA captain is slowly losing himself. If he didn't already. After Kijuju, from what he's heard, Chris has never been quite right. Spacing out and having to be snapped back to reality only for him to smile and say he's fine, having a few panic attacks which leaves his limbs shaking, and having countless sleepless nights.
"Look kid, I don't know who the hell you are, but go back to the happy little life you crawled out of. You wouldn't understand anything."
Piers' hazel eyes narrow and his lips thin. "Like you don't understand why you are here, or who you are?" Piers asks, leaning forward in his chair and placing both his hands together, and brushing his thumb on top of the other. "You don't care to know who you were? Who you are? I find that hard to believe."
Chris glares at Piers, his hand reaching for the bottle of alcohol he left on the table, but before his large hand can so much touch it, the young man sitting across from him hits it hard enough for it to fall on the floor and spill its content.
That has Chris stand up quickly, the chair he is sitting on clattering on the floor. If Piers were another man, he would be cowering under the table by the sheer amount of malice Chris is directing his way- but he stays sitting, his hands once again joining, only to have to spring from his chair. Piers is forced to stand up the moment Chris lunges at him, his fist up and swings at where Piers was sitting not too long ago. With his drunk state, the BSAA captain ends up laying over the table, and his breath heavy with anger.
"Who the hell are you?" He asks, once his breathing is under control, his limbs shaking just by keeping his weight up by using the table as an arm rest- the palms of his hands open and pressed on the surface to keep him upright.
Piers takes a deep breath, before he answers. "Piers Nivans, BSAA North American branch." He answers. "I know who you are Chris. And I can help you, but you have to come with me" He adds.
Chris scoffs at that, as he allows his body to sit down once again and shoulders slouch as in defeat. "I'm not going anywhere with a young shit face like you." It's a lie, the man is painfully handsome. Full lips, hazel eyes with wide features. It makes his face look boyish and young. Not like his. Dark circles under his eyes making him look older than what he really is, stubble that needs to be shaved, and hair outgrown- closely resembling the time he was in Kijuju, but wilder and longer, and he smells like alcohol and smoke. The substance now sticking to him like a second skin.
"Does your past really mean that little you? Don't you care who you are, and what you have done?" Piers asks in disbelief, wanting to slam his hands on the table to emphasise his point, but he can see Chris is edgy, and anything can put Chris in a violent mode and lash out again. Chris has always had a short temper when messed with. But he is a relatively passive man. From what information they got from the bar, Chris has become a violent drunk. Any little thing can set him off.
"Your name is Chris Redfield, 39, captain of Alpha team. Does any of that ring a bell? You founded the BSAA with the help of others. You fight Bioterrorism. You have a younger sis-"
"Shut the hell up!" Chris yells angrily at Piers. "If I wanted to know my life story I would have asked for it. What I need to know I already know it. You're annoying the shit out of me and I need another drink!" Chris stands up to leave the bar, like the woman at the front had asked him to do after he asked for more liquor. The bitch had the nerve to splash his drink on his face.
Before he could get far, a firm grip holds him back.
The BSAA captain doesn't have to look back to know it's the young man. Nivans. "Let go of me." He says deeply, his other hand curling into a tight fist. He missed the first time, but he's not planning to miss this time. He'll break his princess face in.
"I can't let you walk away… You're hurting and you don't know why. I know Captain. It's easier to run than to face all the pain. But you don't have to do it alone. I'm here to help you."
"Who the fuck do you think you are?" Chris whirls around, facing Piers and forcing the young man to release his hold on his arm. "You really think you know me!? You really think you can help me!? In what way can you help me?"
Piers doesn't answer right away, looking into Chris' deep chocolate brown eyes. "I've helped you before. I'm the only one who has seen you at your worse, and I have helped you before." The young ace wants to reach out and grab the older man's hand and say more reassuring words. "Try to hear my voice and believe me. It's your choice to learn about yourself or not. But I'm taking you back, captain. One way or another. I'm not leaving you in this dump."
With his jaw tensing, Chris pulls away from the Ace. He doesn't remember Piers, but he knows he can't hold that over the man, he can't remember anything after all. All he feels is this overwhelming guilt which tears his insides apart at the seams. "You said I have a younger sister…" Chris asks slowly.
"Yes." Is Piers' only answer as he watches the man sort something in his drunken mind before his brown eyes go to Piers, apparently finding a conclusion.
"Ok… I'll go with you." He finally says, and those words has Piers breath in relief. He can see the other BSAA members with the corner of his eyes, and he didn't miss the way they started standing up to stop Chris from leaving- ordered to use physical force if need be. How would they stop 220 pound of muscles without force anyways? Piers didn't want that. With Chris' other team in Edonia gone and this one here to replace them- Chris does not know them. Not that Chris knows Piers right now, but Piers is the only one here who knows Chris in a much intimate way. The ace had insisted to HQ that he can convince captain Redfield to return. They gave him only one shot, and Piers was nervous Chris would walk out, knowing the BSAA will get Chris back with whatever means necessary. He is their best soldier. They would do anything to get it back. With Chris complying, Piers can hopefully take it easy with Chris. Knowing the BSAA, once they get their hands on Chris, they'll send him off to another mission- not caring of his mental state and the fact that he's not ok.
As long as Piers is with him, he won't allow anyone, not even the BSAA to hurt his captain.