Chapter Two: First day gone to shit
I do not own Resident Evil
A/N:I would like to apologize if I make mistakes on military information. I'm just an ordinary civilian who knows nothing about the military so I apologize if I screw up.
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Claire's was reading when she felt something heavy hit her desk. She stared up to meet brown eyes and stared at her desk to see Piers's backpack. She rose an eyebrow before staring at Piers in confusion.
Said teen wasn't looking happy, matter of fact it seems like he's mad with her. What did I do? Claire thought.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Piers demanded. Claire was even more confuse.
"Tell you what?" Piers stared at her before touching the bridge of his nose.
"That you guys were moving in." Piers told her.
"Oh, About that. I'm sorry, Piers. I didn't find out we were moving into your house until last week and our mother didn't tell us much about Paul or you. Actually, She never mentioned you until yesterday. You should have seen Chris's face though when he found he had to share a room with you." Claire snorts before trying to hold her laughter in.
"Not funny, Claire." Piers growled.
"It is too me. Maybe, you guys will finally stop fighting each other." Claire offered. Now it was Piers's turn to snort.
"Pssh, Chris and me getting along? The day that happens hell freezes over." Claire rolled her eyes at Piers.
"Oh, stop being such a drama queen!" Piers gaped at her before smirking.
"Imagine if you had to live with Wong instead!" Claire gasps.
"Hell to the fuckin no!" Claire practically shouts. Piers smirked, He knew how much Claire hates Ada.
"Exactly!" Piers retorts.
"Chris isn't all that bad!" Claire argued back.
"Says you!" Piers and Claire were having a stare down. The students were watching in amusement.
"I swear Nivans! I will throw a fucking desk at you!" Claire threatens Piers.
"I will destroy your motorcycle if you do." Piers threaten. Claire gaped and even was going to punch him when the teacher walks into the door.
"Nivans, Redfield! Sit down now before I give you both detention!" Called out their teacher. Piers cursed the teacher before sitting down next to Claire.
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When school finished, Claire and Piers drove to Claire's house.
"We're going to be siblings in 4 months." Claire mused. Piers stared at her in confusion.
"Paul proposed to my mom yesterday too." Piers slammed the brakes abruptly.
"What?!" Piers yelled. His father didn't tell him anything! But, then again I was sleeping already by the time he got home.
"Yeah, I guess you didn't know about that either." What the fuck Dad?! Jesus, All these quick changes in under a week.
First, Things were all normal and in under a week he's getting a new family and force to stay with Chris, out of all the people, he's stuck with fucking Chris.
Life is unpredictable.
"Sorry for almost killing you there with my driving." Piers apologized before he drove on.
"Trying to kill me already." Claire mumbles under her breath.
"What?" Claire avoids his gaze.
"Nothing." Piers shrugs before making a left.
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When they arrive, They saw moving trucks on Claire's driveway.
"What's this?" Claire asked herself.
Piers stared out the window to see Claire's mother putting boxes in the truck and a pissed off Chris helping. The sight was amusing, Chris looks like an angry child who didn't get his way.
Claire got off the truck and sprinted towards her mother. Piers stayed to see what's going on. While waiting, a smug voice pull him out of his thoughts.
"Well, Look who showed up. My new brother." Chris mocked. Piers grimaced at the thought.
"Step brothers." Piers corrected.
"We'll be sharing the same father." Chris smirked, he watch in amusement as he noticed that every comment he makes is getting under Piers's skin.
"What are you guys doing now?" Piers asked in hopes of changing the subject.
Chris dropped his smirk before glaring at him.
"We're moving into your place now, Idiot." Chris told him. Piers scoffed.
"Mom got so excited that Daddy Nivans propose that she wanted to move in immediately and of course he said yes."
Piers smirked, "Now, You and your mother are now The Nivans instead of The Redfields." Chris stared at Piers in disgust.
"I rather die." Piers smirked even wider.
"That can be rearranged." Chris narrow his eyes at him.
"Why you little sh-" Before, Chris could open Piers's door open to beat him down to the floor, His mother Linda, shows up.
"Chris, I see you and your new brother are getting along!" Linda said with a radiant smile.
I can see where Claire got that smile from now. "It's nice to finally meet you, Piers." She held out her hand and Piers shook her hand.
"It's a pleasure to meet you too Miss Redfield." Piers gave Linda a dazzling smile. Chris scoffed quietly at his bullshit act. He's so full of shit.
"Well, Paul always told me you had good manners unlike my son, Chris." She teased her son. She pinched his cheek to show she was kidding.
"I'm joking, My little care bear." Piers had to hold in his laughter. Care bear? Oh my god am I going to have fun with this. Piers thought with a devious smirk.
"Mom, Please!" Chris said embarrassed. Piers smirked at Chris as he gave him a death glare. "I see you and Claire get along well. Do you and Chris do too?" Linda asked.
"You can say that." Piers lied smoothly. Linda smiles at Piers.
"Good, Well I got to finish up I see you later, Piers." Linda left Chris and Piers alone.
"I see you later, Carebear." Chris glared at Piers as he pulled out of the driveway.
This asshole.
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"I wish you would've told me." Piers said as soon as he found his father cleaning out his office.
"You were asleep. I didn't want to bother you." Paul told him.
"Can Chris sleep in the living room?" Paul put the box down and stares at his son in awe.
"No, He can't. Piers, Chris will live with us for a while now and I understand you don't want to give up half of your room to him, but you have too." Piers glared at the ground.
"Son, Please." Paul pleaded. Piers let out a sigh. "Fine, but if he touches my Anti-Material Rifle, I will kick his ass." Paul gave his son a smile. Piers left and went to his room to relax before Chris came to ruin his peaceful life.
Piers relaxed on his bed before closing his eyes.
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Piers was having a great dream when he heard a loud noise. He got up and grabbed his army knife that was under his pillow.
"Woah! Calm down! It's just me Chris!" Chris told Piers. Piers drops his knife and let out a breath of relief.
"Dammit, Chris." Piers cursed. Piers stared at his alarm clock 4:46pm.
Piers then watch Chris set up his bed and put stuff around it.
That must been the loud crashing noise. Piers got out of his bed and stretched until he heard a nice pop. He saw Chris look at his rifle with interest. Piers stood up and took it out of display and hid it under his bed.
"Don't touch my rifle or army jacket! If you do may god have mercy on your soul!" Piers hissed. Chris stared at him in amusement.
"Are you interested in joining the army?" Chris asked. Piers stared at him as if he were an idiot.
"Close, but I want to join the Marine Corps. I want to be a sniper." Piers told him.
"Cool, I want to be in the Air Force." Piers stared at Chris, Trying to decide what's going on.
"Cool." Before, Piers could leave the room Chris made a smart ass comment.
"I hope you make it in the Marines, especially since you're so scrawny. I'm pretty sure the enemy will take you down quickly."
Piers turns around and glares at Chris.
"1. I'm not scrawny 2. I hope your steroid ass can fit in that poor aircraft 3. I can kick your ass anytime!" Chris smirks at Piers.
"I would like to see that."
"Why you little shit!" Before, Piers can lunge at Chris, a voice interrupted him.
"Piers, I need your help!" Claire called out.
Piers gave one last glare at Chris.
He then walks out of his room and walks towards his father's former office, which is now Claire's new room. He knocked on the door. The door open and Claire gave him a smile as he walks in.
"Piers, I need you to move this huge dresser near my closet please." Claire said. Piers nods before doing as she asked. He then chuckles after sitting on her office chair.
"What's so funny?" Claire asked.
"I use to waste so much gas money just to take you home and now I don't have to waste too much. If I had known you would be living with me in the future I would've let you walk home." Claire pinched Piers before snickering.
"Thank you for saving my ass from walking home that's 30 minutes away from our school." Piers and Claire laugh out loud before the door was open so suddenly. It was Chris, he sat on Claire's bed.
"What's so funny, My dear siblings?" Piers scoffs. Claire rolled her eyes at him.
"We were talking about how Piers use to drive me home because my big brother was to busy partying." Chris chuckle.
"Is that so?" Chris glared at Piers.
"What did you guys do in the truck?" Chris asked in an annoyed tone.
"We just sang, ate, and talk." Claire said nonchalantly.
"Heh, You sound more like a girlfriend than a boyfriend, Piers." Chris taunted. Piers bit his tongue to prevent all the colorful words threatening to spill out of his mouth.
Claire's important to Piers, She's his best friend, and he refuses to fight with Chris in front of her. He didn't want her to choose sides.
"Can we not fight in front of Claire?" Piers asked.
Chris stared at Claire who was chewing on her lip nervously. And then, Piers who was also looking at Claire in concern.
"Fine, but under one circumstance." Piers gave Chris an annoyed look.
"Which is?" Piers asked. Chris made eye contact with Piers.
"How do you feel about my sister?" Chris asked. Piers thought about the question, He likes Claire but in a friendly way.
Claire stared at Piers too, wondering how he feels about her. She likes Piers like an older brother nothing else, but she knew Chris doesn't think that.
"She's like my little sister. She's my best friend, someone I can trust, and someone who had become dear to me. It's funny how we gotten so close in under a month." Piers confessed. Claire smiled at Piers. Chris stared deep into Piers's eyes, searching for any lies. He broke eye contact when he realize he's telling the truth. Chris left, but not before giving out a warning.
"If you lay a hand on her either in a sexual or harming way. I will make you wish you were dead when I'm through with you!" Chris growled. Piers nodded and didn't really take the threat seriously since he had no plans in doing either of those things to Claire.
Chris nodded before going to his room.
"He isn't so bad, my ass. He's so overprotective that it's almost funny. Almost. Great, Now I can't even go to my room to relax." Piers whined in a funny tone that made Claire chuckled.
"Seems like you need a new place to chill."
"You got that right!" Piers called out before leaving her room. He went to his room to retrieve his rifle. He knows exactly where he's going.
Chris was still fixing things in their room when he walked in. Piers went under his bed and took his rifle. He went through his closet, taking his army jacket and a cap. Before, He could leave the room his father and Linda were in the doorway.
"Hey, son. You're going to the shooting range?" Paul asked while he had his arm wrapped around Linda. Piers nodded.
"You should take Chris." Paul offered. Before, Piers could reject the idea, Chris beat him to it.
"I got things to put away, sir." Chris said. Linda walks towards Chris and grabbed the clothes he was carrying.
"I got it, sweetie. Now practice your shooting. The army won't take you if you don't know how to shoot a gun. Besides, You could use some bonding time with your new brother." Chris tried his best not to show his disgust.
Before, Chris could once again try to make an excuse. Linda grabbed his elephant killer and nine-oh-nine. She practically shove them into Chris's chest.
"Mom! What if the safety's off?! And what about Claire? And I want to join the Air Force not the army, don't you listen to me." Chris whined. Piers tried not to laugh at Chris.
"Chris, I know you. The safety's always on and Claire is going to Sherry's house later on. Now go!" She pushed Chris out of the room.
Piers sighed, So much for relaxing.
Piers went inside his cab and waited for Chris.
"Come on, You're wasting my precious shooting hours." Piers called out to Chris.
"As if you can shoot shit!" Chris shouts back. Piers smirked. He has no idea.
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When they arrive, Piers picks a target that's at least 400 yards away.
He aimed for the head and concentrated. He exhales before squeezing the trigger.
Bullseye. Piers thought with a smirk.
Chris had his nine-oh-nine in his hands. He didn't pay attention to Piers much. Chris concentrated before taking a shot.
The bullet hits the target on the side.
He's not bad. Piers thought. But, not too good either.
As Chris kept shooting, The bullets go further away from the target. Piers sighs.
"You need to concentrate more and shoot faster at the same time." Chris snorts.
"I know what I'm doing." Piers shook his head.
"You're concentrating on the target less and going at a slow pace. If you were facing a real target, you would've been dead by now." Piers told him.
"Shut the fuck. What makes you an expert?!" Chris snaps. Piers sighed before taking the gun from his hand.
He concentrates on the target and shoots it in the head. Chris gaped before glaring.
"See I can shoot more shit than you." Chris cursed before shooting the target again. He missed again.
Piers shook his head before concentrating on his own target.
Chris stared at Piers as he put his eye on the scope and exhales. He pulls the trigger and hits the target perfectly.
He's like a fucking natural! Chris thought.
Chris walks toward Piers.
"Where did you learn to shoot?" Piers stared at Chris.
"My grandpa use to be a sniper. He taught me everything I know today, like hiding from the enemy, never stay in the same spot after a kill, and how to shoot." Piers told Chris. "He's the reason I want to be a sniper." Piers told him proudly. "What about you?"
"My old man was in the air force and he was damn good at it too. He would always tell me and Claire stories about his job, He was always excited to tell us everything about the air force." Chris smiles at the fond memory.
Piers never saw Chris smile, just his signature smirk and that's about it. He decided he likes his smile but not in a gay way of course.
Piers also noticed the past tense in Chris's sentence.
"If you don't mind me asking. What happened to your father?" Chris stops smiling before glaring harshly at Piers.
"What happened to your mother?" He asked so harsh that it made Piers flinch. Piers said nothing before shooting at the target.
Chris did the same and shoots at the target with more anger and less accuracy.
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When they got inside Pier's truck, They exchange no words. There was no music so the atmosphere's tense. Chris's still pissed about Piers asking him a simple question.
Whatever happened to his father must have screwed him up bad enough to change. From what he heard from Claire, Chris was different from the way he is today.
When Piers had asked why Chris had become this way, She shook her head and said: I rather not speak about it.
Piers never asked Claire about Chris's former self or her father ever. He didn't want to bring back unwanted memories.
Piers stares at the road and groaned in annoyance. Chris stared at Piers in the corner of his eye.
"What?" He asked in a gruff and annoyed voice.
"Traffic due to a car accident. We will have to wait until they clear up the road so we can go." Piers informed Chris.
"Why can't we go the other way." Chris asked.
"This is the only way out." Piers said.
"We didn't enough money to build more roads so yeah, We're stuck here for at least an hour." Chris groaned.
Piers turned off the engine and adjusted his seat so he can lean back to take a temporary nap.
"What are you doing?" Chris asked.
"What do you think?" Piers snapped. He closed his eyes and tried to sleep. "Wake me up when it's clear."
"Why are you always sleeping? In class you're snoozing, at home, and now in traffic? Do you get enough sleep at all?" Chris asked.
"Why do you care?" Piers smoothly said.
"Don't flatter yourself, I'm just curious."
"Curiosity kills the cat." Chris scoffs.
"Just a minute ago, You were wondering about what happened to my father." Chris harshly said.
"Well, That was a mistake, besides it's not of my business." Piers said in a tired voice.
"Damn right, it isn't!" Piers just moves on his side and ignored Chris.
Before, Piers can finally rest a noise stirred him back awake.
Chris accepts the call with a hello.
"Jill!" Chris says a little too loud.
This fucker really likes to watch me suffer.
"How are you doing babe?" Chris asked. Piers tried to ignore Chris and everything.
Piers grimaced as he heard he and Jill flirt on the phone. He got up from his seat and saw that officer was making gestures that it's clear to move out. Well that was quick.
Piers fixed his chair and turned on the truck. He then turns on the radio and played Motorhead full blast to make sure he can't hear Chris or Jill.
"Piers, Turn it down!" Chris yells out.
Piers started to sing with the lead singer.
"Can't hear you!" Piers started to head bang.
"Let me call you later." He hangs up and turns down the music.
"Really? And it was getting good too." Chris told Piers. Piers just shrugged.
"Sorry I felt like listening to Motorhead, If you don't like it, Get the fuck out of my truck." Piers told Chris. Chris shuts his mouth. Piers smirked as he chuckled. 2 points for me and none for Chris.
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When they arrive, They had a new thing to fight over. The shower.
"I lived here first. I deserve to shower first." Piers told Chris.
"I'm older so I get to shower."
"I got more headshots than you!"
"I can kick your ass!"
Before, They can beat each other to a bloody pulp. Linda and Paul went to investigate the noise.
"Ladies! Don't fight over the shower, Now if you really want it... You have to have a small competition." Chris and Piers stared at each other in confusion.
"The first one to finish one lap around the house and do 25 push ups get to shower first."
"Why would they want to do that?" Linda asked.
"Call it military training and it's a better way to find out who will shower first without a huge fight." Paul went outside and the boys followed him.
"Okay start in
3...
2...
NOW!"
The boys ran almost matching speed, but Piers was faster. Piers finished before Chris and was starting to do push ups. Chris finished his lap almost at the same time as Piers. And started on his push ups.
Chris, However had an advantage over Piers.
Chris is not exactly good in the speed and stamina group but when it comes to upper body strength Chris got it.
Piers is fast and has good stamina, but his upper body strength needs to improve.
Paul thought as he watched the boys working hard.
Chris had won the challenge, despite Piers getting a head start on the push ups. Chris was faster when it came to the push ups than Piers, who was struggling to match his speed.
Chris smirked at Piers's pissed off face before slamming the door on his face.
Piers then had a devious smirk of his own. He knew a way to make Chris's shower steamy hot.
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Piers stealthily sneaks inside the restroom and flushed the toilet.
"What the f-! AHHH! FUCKING HOT!" Chris held on the curtains for dear life.
"FUCK! PIERS!" Chris fell on the floor and Piers fell on the floor from laughing so hard. He fell against the door.
Chris got up and Piers stops laughing when he realized Chris's naked.
Chris however seemed to forget.
"I'm going to kick your fucking ass!" Chris scooted closer to Piers. Chris's dick almost touching Piers's legs.
"Dude, Stop! You're naked." Chris stops and stared at himself.
Chris blushed as red as a tomato and immediately ran towards the shower almost tripping. Piers would laugh if it wasn't for the fact that Chris's ass was wiggling when he ran to the shower. Oh Gross.
"Get the f-fuck out here, Y-you pervert!" Chris stutters.
"You don't n-need to tell me that I was already h-heading out." Piers stutters back before running out of the door and outside.
"Oh my god." Piers mumbles.
I just saw Chris naked.
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