Chris quickly brushed away his tears so as not to show his weak demeanor. "I... heard what happened," she said in a sad and sympathetic voice.
"Yeah... its tragic," he said looking down as if he was lost in thought about another time way back when he was happy.
Silence. Rebecca sighed slightly, frantically searching for words to fill the utter silence of wind and crumpled leaves dancing and whirling on the stone tiles.
"It's good to see you again after so long," he said filling the void of quiescence for her.
"Yeah...how long has it been really?" She asked already knowing how much time has flowed over the past years. "I can't believe you still know who I am after all this time."
"Well...it only takes me a second to realize an old friend," doing his best not to make the J word pop up in his head.
A lot of things had changed since their first meeting at the Spencer mansion. It was an awkward one really; him slowly creaking open the worn door only to find a hail of pepper spray and a pistol in his face. He almost giggled at the encounter just thinking about it.
But anyway, Rebecca had gone back to school and graduated with a Master's degree. With the money she had accumulated, she moved in to a small but comfortable one room studio apartment. Chris on the other hand had been keeping a low profile ever since he returned from Europe. His attitude began to change from there. His partner's missing body was never found amongst the cliffs nor was Wesker. A man turned from kind and acquit to a downhearted and blunt man in pain. He began to distance himself from others and lose faith in partnership. It was as if someone had took his heart and crushed it into tiny little pieces. A tragic vicissitude indeed.
"So what have you been up to all this time?" She asked giving him the youthful look in her eyes.
"Hiding," he said, accidentally slipping the word out of his mouth by accident. Rebecca cocked her head sideways sensing another bad vibe coming from him.
The watch on his wrist beeped 5:30, showing that his break had come to a close. "Hm... my break is up, guess I'd better get going before I get scolded," he said as if he didn't really care.
"Oh...um...okay," she said sounding down. "Um...maybe we could talk one day. I'll be here for a few days until my trip to Paris."
"...That would be nice," he said with a faint smirk before turning around. "Okay..um...bye then," she said trying to get the words out before he was out of earshot. Chris waved his backhand to her before stuffing them in his pockets and then disappearing out of sight behind the stone steps.
Little did he know, Rebecca had a thing for sensing peoples auras and the emotions that came with them. But Chris. his was something she had never seen before. Never had she seen so much pain and regret coming all from one person before. She could feel the pent up anger and sadness in his heart. He was hurt.
He mentioned "hiding". Hiding from what? Maybe hiding from the rest of the world, afraid that they would ridicule him of being on the edge of a mental breakdown. Hiding maybe because he was afraid that he would make the same mistake again.
She looked at the already worn stone head in front of her. She had gotten word of Jill's fatal death but couldn't believe it herself. A strong and intellectual woman like that couldn't have possibly died so easily. It's actually plain logic if you think about it for a minute. She'd been fighting for the sake of the world only to have her life cut short by some crazed madman who had tried to rebuild the once fallen empire
And her herself. She hadn't been without the pain either. Ever since she saw the innocent convict again. As the days passed by she began to see less and less of him in her memories. Before the cold and lonely nights, she had been so happy with him. The warm comforting. The laughs and the happy times. The time when they never fought about anything except when it came to deciding with themselves what to wear. It was almost a given yet only a short amount of time.
He'd gotten a letter from his former Commander and was sent back overseas. He inclined, feeling left without a choice.
(There he was standing in front of her doorstep with Rebecca looking into his eyes as if she was about to cry if she lost sight of them. A graceful embrace. A passionate kiss. A tearful goodbye from her. And an old-fashioned salute. Shortly he left as quickly as he came one would say.)
Ever since, she's been in a decrepit sort of state. Recently she'd been having nightmares that had been receding back to the Arklay Mountains and the horrific facilities that lied within it.
She dreamed she was out of ammo, running from the monsters, bleeding and crying her eyes out. She was alone all by herself. There were no doors to escape out of. No windows to break out of. Nothing but twisting hallways, deep stairways, and dim lights all about. Where was he? Her partner. Sometimes in her dreams she could hear screams echoing and the moans of zombies ripping at fresh skin and sinew. She kept running frantically trying to find him but she always seemed farther away from his voice. She screamed his name but to no avail.
The dreams kept coming like a hail of arrows, relentlessly delaying her from her resting time. Other times she would break out in a cold sweat and vomit. Other times she would wake up crying and heartbroken over again.
It was the same routine every single night. He'd never written or called her since then. Maybe he was...
No. Rebecca was too deep in the pits of denial to believe such a trifle thing. When would the killing stop? When would he contact her so she could stop having her sleepless nights alone. She was in so much pain. Just like Chris. Both of their minds fading further away from sanity to almost pure madness.
She shifted her glasses and looked up at the birds soaring in her sky. There was not time to reminisce and remorse right now. She'd have to get ready for antother hellish night with her inner conciousness.
Sorry. Couldn't wait to upload it.