Hi guys, me again.
This is the second installment into this story, in which I hope it doesn't dissapoint.
I thank you to all my reviewers who have given me feedback.
Before you proceed:
1. WARNING THERE WILL BE SPOILERS IN THIS FANFICTION, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED
2. DISCLAIMER: I Do Not Own Resident Evil or any related products, they belong to Capcom, and anyone else who helps produce/publish these awesome games. If I did own Resident Evil, I would have gotten Chris and Jill together a long time ago =P.
3. I'm not sticking completely true to the main RE5 plot. Otherwise it would be a retelling of the same story. Instead, I will be adding bits and pieces, here and there.
4. Yes, its a slow start, but some action has 'FINALLY'(for most action buff males anyway) come into this story
Anyway, I present to you the first chapter of Always Beside You
Please enjoy, and your feedback would be appreciated.
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A lone humvee drove through the scorching African desert, heading towards a distant African town. At this same time, two army humvees drove through the same streets of the town the other lone humvee was heading to, inside sat six B.S.A.A. Alpha team members per humvee. They drove quickly, swerving through the dusty streets and into an awaiting warehouse. They exited quickly, and the warehouse door that they entered in was shut, and locked. At this same time, a cloaked figure also stood above an African man, choking in pain and horror. The African man clawed for the cloaked figure, grabbing on to his arm. The figure shook him off, and walked away as tentacles grew from the man's body, his eyes betraying his fear.
The lone humvee's driver was Jill Valentine, one of the most experienced B.S.A.A. Agents on the field, with only the deceased Christopher Redfield any close to her experience in dealing with B.O.W's and other biological threats. Jill Valentine was a legend in the B.S.A.A. ranks, known for her quick wit, skilled leadership and ability to survive. Although these traits were tested recently after the death of her partner, she was back to the top of her game, destroying plans of the terrorists and generally kicking ass. Yet, every partner she had teamed up with simply didn't feel the same as Chris. Chris with his amazing smile and his deep sexy laugh. The one who could easily read her body language and emotions, and able to act accordingly. He was one of the few who would completely trust Jill with his life, and would never second guess her. Jill had experienced too many 'testosterone' filled male agent partners after the Spencer Mansion mission, who had tried to talk her up into getting close in the after missions, or didn't listen to her orders since she was a female. Chris had never been like that. Her partner in S.T.A.R.S., he had done nothing but treat her with respect, and that was only a small part of why Jillian Valentine, deeply missed her old partner.
Jill Valentine wore sunglasses and her famous baseball cap that held her hair out of the way. She was headed towards Kijuju, in which she would meet up with a B.S.A.A. agent and assist Alpha team in detaining a weapons smuggler, Ricardo Irving. But there was more to it, a reliable source who had yet to be wrong had hinted that there was a possibility that if Chris had somehow survived, the best chance of Jill finding him was in Kijuju. Jill had doubts about the possibility, yet she had demanded, as one of the original eleven to take the mission herself, in which the higher-ups granted. And here she was, in the heart of Africa. She marvelled the view of the dusty plains, and was excited when she had gone up to see large elephants or giraffes up close. Even hippopotamuses, it was a whole different experience for Jill, enjoying the scenery and being able to observe the animals in their own natural habitat.
She drove down the dusty road, stopping in a town. She slowly got out of the car, looking around. A beautiful African girl came up to meet her, a small smile on her lips. She wore a very light purple coloured top that showed off the curve of her breasts, and long pants. She also wore a traditional African necklace around her neck, and fingerless gloves. Her footwear was also professional, strong leather boots that covered up to her upper shins.
"Greetings. I'm Sheva Alomar, and I'm your partner. Welcome to Africa" she said, a smile on her face.
"Jill Valentine, nice to meet you" replied Jill, returning the smile.
"Your reputation precedes you Miss Valentine"
"Just Jill, thanks" came Jill's reply, uncomfortable with being called Miss Valentine.
Sheva nodded, acknowledging her request. Jill looked around, and saw the locals staring at her. Instantly, her instincts picked up. There was something wrong with these people. She wasn't sure what it was, but their behaviour seemed slightly odd.
"Sheva, do you find something odd...about these people?" asked Jill.
Sheva frowned, and shook her head.
"No, not really, why?" she asked.
Jill pointed to a group of men beating a sack with wooden clubs. They noticed her pointing, and stared angrily at her.
"Does that happen often?" she asked.
Sheva stared at her, anger formed behind her dark eyes.
"Just because you come from America doesn't mean you also don't see this stuff in your society" Sheva said angrily, turning away.
Jill grabbed her shoulder, and faced her.
"Sheva, I'm being deadly serious here. I don't like the feeling here, something is wrong" said Jill.
Sheva looked in her eyes, the angry look disappearing.
"I also expect you to remain completely professional about this; I'm acting on my instincts, not attacking your country or your people. You can't let your emotions rule you in a mission, they normally get you killed" retorted Jill.
Sheva nodded dumbly, unsure of what to say due to Jill's tongue lashing.
'I think I spoke to her too harshly...but it's true. She needs to learn this, otherwise she'll die out here' thought Jill.
"I apologise, I hold a great love for my people" she said, her shoulders slumping.
Jill smiled and put her hand on the younger girl's shoulder.
"That is a trait that I wish many had" she said encouragingly.
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She pulled out her headpiece, attaching it to her ear. She turned it on.
"This is Agent Valentine to HQ"
"This is HQ, proceed Agent Valentine," a professional female voice came up on the end, with a slight snobby tone that angered Jill just the tiniest.
"I have arrived in Kijuju and have met up with Agent Alomar. However, I have reason to believe that there is someone off about these people. I request reinforcements A.S.A.P" came Jill's reply.
"Alpha team has already been deployed Agent Valentine"
"I request more reinforcements otherwise I will terminate this mission and pull Captain DeChant and his squad out of here" came Jill's angry reply.
"One moment please"
"Agent Valentine, your request has been put forward to your superiors, please stand by"
Jill looked around, and Sheva glanced around nervously. People were staring at them, showing their emotions.
"They really let out the red carpet for us American's don't they" said Jill with a grin.
"That is to be expected. Their hatred for Americans runs deep..." came Sheva's grim reply.
"Agent Valentine, this is General Smith" came a strong but firm tone.
"General, I require more men on this operation, otherwise I deem it insane to continue" came Jill's reply.
"Agent Valentine, even though you are of the 'Original Eleven,' your request is hard to come by" said General Smith.
"Cut the crap John, this isn't me wanting to make the mission any easier. I need more backup, otherwise Alpha team will probably be as good as dead. Do you want their lives on your conscious by unheeding my words?" asked Jill.
There was silence on the radio, before the general responded.
"Very well, your request will be granted. Bravo Team is being dispatched to your location. ETA 30 minutes" came his reply.
"Thanks John, you could very well save lives" came Jill's reply.
"Thank me when you bring Irving home" replied the General.
"Agent Valentine, out"
Sheva nodded.
"I see your influence runs far and deep Jill" came Sheva's humorous reply.
"Of course, I did help found the B.S.A.A, they should comply" said Jill.
"Agent Valentine, Agent Alomar, this is Kirk from Alpha Squad, come in"
"Reporting, I suppose you're the rotorhead in the sky" came Jill's reply, as the two of them walked towards the butcher shop.
"That would be me. Alpha team have been deployed and are en route to the meeting place" came the pilot's voice.
"Roger that, we're on our way to the designated coordinates, where we will meet a fellow agent to receive weapons and intel" came Jill's reply.
"According to HQ, Bravo team will be entering via parachute drop in local town area, marking beacons are requested for an accurate drop" said Kirk.
"Can't your Alpha boys do it?" asked Jill.
Kirk's laughter came over the radio.
"My Alpha boys? I gotta wipe DeChant's ass Valentine, let alone fly his chopper" he said.
"Kirk, your ass is mine when this mission is over" came DeChant's voice over the radio.
"Change of orders from HQ, Bravo team is entering operation zone via helicopter, and will proceed to rendezvous with you and Alpha team with your capture of Irving. ETA 1 hour" came Kirk's voice.
"DeChant, moving towards meeting place, out"
"Agent Valentine and Agent Alomar moving to objective one, out" came Jill's voice.
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They walked towards an African guard who stared at Jill. He then proceeded to flirt with Sheva, whom he had little luck getting a reaction out of. Deciding to be a man, he wrapped her in her arms, running his hands down her back and copping a feel of her butt. He then slowly pulled Sheva towards his face, but Sheva pushed him away. He glanced at Jill, who was tensed up about the situation in the Kijuju area and how the individuals were acting. Jill was uneasy, whether to interfere in the situation before her, but decided Sheva didn't need it. Sheva finally pushed him away, talking angrily to him in her native African tongue. Defeated, the military man pulled back, giving Jill a hard glare as she walked past. Jill snorted, flicking her ponytail in his direction and walked off with Sheva. They proceeded, walking down the road, to hear nothing but silence. Jill frowned, looking around. Dirt and dust flowed freely from the wind, but everything seemed eerily empty. Everyone had disappeared, and a radio shot to life, a man's angry voice could be heard. Jill frowned at the situation, only deepening her suspicion of the people in Kijuju, and had reassured herself that calling for back up was a good idea. Sheva looked around, seemingly also puzzled where everyone had disappeared to. Shrugging, they pushed open the door to the butcher shop.
"Ah Jill Valentine, always a pleasure to see you. Go around to the side door" came the informant's reply.
They walked around to the side door, and opened it, the agent meeting them on the other side. The agent was oddly dressed, a white turban on his head. His name was Reynard Fisher, and he had an ugly sneer on his face which disgusted Jill. Never smiling, never seemingly happy either. He wore a tan coloured long shirt and long pants, with a slightly darker vest on top. He also was clad in sandals, clearly he wasn't staying to help them, but rather to give them information, their weapons and to get the hell out of there.
"Follow me" he said.
Jill and Sheva proceeded further into the butcher shop, Jill eyeing the large hanging pieces of meat on hooks. He turned around to face them, his face serious.
"There is something wrong with these people" said Jill.
"It's maybe because of the new government, but people around here seem like they are on the edge" said Reynard.
"It would be wise that you go do what you came here to do, then immediately go home. This is no...place for two beautiful ladies to be walking around" said Fisher, a gleam of lust in his eyes.
Fisher led them to two suitcases, the standard black type, but they held the equipment that Sheva and Jill would use.
"I have your weapons for you here. Check them" Reynard said, motioning for them to step forward.
Jill and Sheva stepped forward, opening the suitcases. Jill drew out a vest, much like the one she used in S.T.A.R.S, adding on two holsters around her thighs. She pulled out the standard B.S.A.A. handgun in the Beretta 92FS from the suitcase and holstered it in her left thigh holster. Then, out of nowhere Jill also pulled out her standard Samurai Edge from her boots, which surprised Fisher. She holstered a knife, which was held near her left shoulder on her back. She looked kickass, with a utility belt, dark blue zip up jacket with a black undershirt, and blue pants with various pockets. Also, her blue baseball cap was situated nicely on her head, so far only slightly dusty from the environment.
"You seem to be full of surprises Agent Valentine" he said, with an ugly grin.
"Save the flattery" muttered Jill.
Sheva nearby also had two holsters connected to her thighs, in which she holstered two pistols, and a combat knife, much like Jill's. She also changed from looking like a sweetheart into a kickass B.S.A.A agent, deadly in her own quiet way. Sheva looked at Fisher, his face repulsive.
"Destination coordinates?" Sheva asked.
"Town Square's right ahead" came Reynard's tired rely, arms crossed over his chest.
His body expression made Sheva want to hit the cocky asshole, unknown that Jill wanted to do the same thing.
"Go through there, Alpha Team's waiting at the deal location."
"Roger" said Sheva.
Reynard began to walk away, before he turned around to face them seriously.
"What do you know about Uroboros?" he asked, turning around to face Jill and Sheva.
"Mostly rumours...something about visions...of a doomsday project" came Jill's reply, a frown on her face.
"Doomday sounds about right, and apparently it is no rumour" Reynard said.
Sheva looked at Reynard. And from his face she could detect no lying. Reynard nodded at them and proceeded out of the door. And he stopped just before he left, turning.
"I wish you both luck" he said, and strode out.
Sheva looked at Jill and nodded.
"Let's go" said Jill, and they holstered their weapons and walked calmly out of the butcher shop.
They watched the butcher hurry away to the south, and turned the other way, moving towards town hall. What they didn't notice, was a figure clad in a long cloak with a beak mask watching, before moving towards the butcher's direction.
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Reynard Fisher was scared, executions had been happening for several days now. He had always dreaded when the same man with the loudspeaker was talking, rilling up the crowd. And he had seen the large executioner with his even larger axe behead people, innocent people. People who happened to not be like the rest of them...angrily, relentless...thirsting for bloodshed. He didn't understand what was happening to these people. When he had first come, they had seemed perfectly normal, even somewhat nice to him. Now however, they had changed into much more angry violent people. He didn't know that Las Plagas had been spread around the population, and he had no idea. He hurried past several African people, who stared at him angrily, and started to walk towards his direction.
'The people who grab victims to get executed!' thought Reynard with fear, rushing down an alleyway.
The African people slowly walked towards him, the long one way alleyway was a death trap to Reynard, yet he didn't know it. A cloaked figure landed in front of him, coming from above. Red eyes stared at him from the darkness of the mask. Fisher swore, pulling out a pistol and firing haphazardly at the figure. A stray bullet struck the mask, sending it flying, the other bullets seemingly dodged effectively by the figure by running up the walls and flipping several times. The figure landed behind Reynard, slapping his pistol away as he turned and grabbing his head in a strong headlock.
"What do you know about B.S.A.A's actions here" came the figure's gruff reply.
"I know nothing" said Reynard, flailing around.
He screamed in pain as a knife was shoved into his thigh.
"What do you know about this operation?" he asked again, violently holding Reynard's head.
Reynard was scared for his life, and his head pounded.
"There are two B.S.A.A agents here, to give backup to Alpha Team from the North American Division of B.S.A.A. in order to capture some guy...Ricardo Irving. There's another team coming, Bravo Team who will be here in an hour or so" said Reynard.
The figure loosened Reynard and he struck, throwing a fist to the figure's head. The figure ducked, the edge of Reynard's hand pulling back the hood, and he stopped, in complete shock and fear.
"Christopher Redfield...you're suppose to be dead!" he said, eyes wide.
Chris stared at him emotionlessly. Closing his eyes, he walked over to his mask which was lying a few metres away, and grabbed it in his hand. He looked back at Fisher, who was still with shock. And several metres away were the Kijuju group who were going to drag him away to the executioner.
"You betrayed us. You betrayed us all!" Reynard screamed, a knife brandished in his hand as he charged forward.
Chris backhanded him with his metal mask on the face, grabbing Reynard's knife hand with his free hand and pulling him close, kneeing him hard in the gut. Reynard felt force of the knee and flew back, into the waiting arms of the Kijuju people. They grabbed him, and dragged him away, Reynard half dazed and in pain to struggle.
"You monster" came Reynard's heaved voice as he was dragged away.
Chris didn't even react, putting on his mask and pulling up the hood. He had a B.S.A.A. team to wait for, and to eliminate.
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I hope you enjoyed the last part with Reynard Fisher meeting up with the evil Chris, which I felt it needed touching on, since Fisher just appeared on the execution place without any real showing of how he was captured.
Please, if you have any feedback or encouragement, it would be much appreciated.
Until Next Time
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