Mourning

I know somebody probably already wrote something on it but, there's not enough Rebecca x Chris stories or Rebecca x Billy stories. SPOILERS.

Chris stares blankly at the tombstone in front of him, his expression plain and drowsy. He felt so ashamed of himself. Why? Why wasn't he there to save her? He kept asking himself the same questions over and over again. "Damn", he muttered to himself. He lost sleep over it every night. He didn't think he would see that face ever again.

( "Wesker!" Jill shouted at the blonde-haired nemesis. Chris stared back in abhorrence. "Ah….the dynamic duo," Wesker said fixating his glasses. Chris nodded at Jill for her to check the old man sitting at his desk. "He's dead," she said checking his beat. "You bastard," Chris gritted in between his teeth. "He was getting in my way". "No one deserves to be a god on this earth except me," he said with a cool demeanor. "You've lost it Wesker," Jill said , her finger on the trigger. Wesker ignored her comment and looked towards Chris with a smirk. Chris gave him a hard look, his shotgun aimed at his head.

"Enough of the talk, lets get down to business shall we?" He insisted. In one fell swoop, Wesker had already knocked the gun out of Jill's hand and threw her across the room. Chris fired off a shot, though unsuccessfully as Wesker threw him against the book case. Jill recovered from her shock and fired three rounds at him. Wesker flashed out of range and popped up behind her, grabbing her by the neck. Chris threw his knife at him, still missing him by a second .

In a quick strike, Chris was knocked off balance by his punch. Wesker began to tighten his grip as Chris was held in between him and the table behind him. "Honestly Chris, do you ever give up?" Wesker asked shooting his cold, orange-yellow eyes at him. "Guns are so overrated." Chris felt overpowered. His gun was taken from him and pointed towards him. "Damn," he muttered to himself. "I think you've lived in this world long enough , Mr. Redfield," he said squeezing the trigger.

Just then, in one quick move , Jill ran into him, shoulder first then the rest of her body. Unfortunately behind the two, a window was placed in range. Before Chris could grab her, the two shattered the glass of the window and fell out . No thud. No landing. Chris looked out the window only to be staring at a giant, dark hole in the ground. "Jill!" He yelled . There was no reply. Only the howling of the wind and the howls of wolves. "Jill," he called again weakly. He dropped to the floor and brought a fist down on it. "Dammit, dammit, dammit", he repeated. A thought out plan gone wrong. This wasn't the way is was supposed to happen. The mission was a failure.)

He set her old beret on the tombstone and then gave a quick salute to her, focusing on something else to avoid the flowing of tears. The deal was done and the hour was set. There was nothing he could do anyway.

The brown-haired man sighed once more and began to turn to leave. "I'm sure you'd do the same thing for her, wouldn't you?" A voice called out to him. Chris lightly turned his head to find a girl standing before him. She looked no more than maybe 26 or 27 and wore her hair down complete with a set of glasses and casual clothing. "….I'm sorry?" he questioned unable to identify her. "It's been a while hasn't it?" She asked back removing her reading glasses. "Ever since the mansion."

"…….?……Rebecca"? Chris answered.

To be continued on the next chapter. I might've put too many quotation marks in.