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Chapter 4:

The Most Awkward Reunion EVAR!

Rebecca's Apartment

October 31st

8:00 P.M.

Rebecca stood in front of her mirror, tugging a little at her sleeves. She was decked out in a full nurse's outfit; her skirt was knee length, she had puffed out sleeves, she had a little band around her arm with a cross, she had tights with black shoes, and she had the adorable little "nurse" hat on top of her head.

Rebecca sighed discontentedly. She'd wanted to come as something more original, but she just didn't look good in anything that wasn't medical related. She'd tried vampire, cowboy, some kind of red leather strip-tease outfit… hell, she'd even tried being a zombie. But none of them pleased her.

She whirled around in front of the mirror, double-checking nothing was out of place. "… Bow's tied perfectly, hat's not crooked… I should be set… oh! Wait…" She went past the mirror into a small closet. She removed a box from the upper shelf. After taking the top off, she took out the items inside- Billy's dog tags, a pistol, and some ammunition.

She slipped Billy's dog tags around her slender neck, and then picked up the gun. The heavy weight made her feel safe. She'd decided taking a gun because it would just be a lot safer. She didn't know the "driver" who was coming to pick her up. And she certainly didn't know the sender of the invitation. However, she felt compelled to go. Did the inviter know Billy? If he or she did, she had to talk to them. Maybe they knew that Billy was an ex-convict…

"Gun's still loaded," Rebecca muttered to herself. She lifted her skirt to reveal a gun holster on her right thigh. She slipped the gun in, and the ammo on the side. The bulkiness of the skirt would conceal the gun, Rebecca had reasoned. Better safe than sorry.

She glanced at the clock. The driver was supposed to get there around eight. Rebecca decided to grab a quick glass of water when someone knocked on her door. Rebecca smoothed out her skirt, saying, "Coming!" She checked her gun once more and walked over to the door, unlocking it.

When she opened the door, a tall man extended a gloved hand. He had a proper business suit on. His face of one of those that were easily forgettable. 'Probably for a reason,' Rebecca thought grimly, shaking his hand.

"Hello, Miss Chambers," the man said politely. "I will be your personal escort today."

"Thanks. Um, your name is…?"

"Unnecessary information," the man said, a smile on his face. Rebecca narrowed her eyes. "Shall we go…?"

"… Sure," Rebecca answered, stepping out. She turned around and locked the door, aware of the man's creepy gaze on her back. She turned around to see the man holding a door open for her. Her transport was a silver, not to mention shiny, Porsche. Rebecca's jaw dropped open. ".. Not very subtle…" she said, still agape at the sight of the new car. She couldn't even afford her own car…

The man smiled again. "The boss does like rather flamboyant things." He motioned inside the car. Rebecca nodded, and stepped inside, a luxuriously rich scent of new leather hitting her nostrils. She sighed as she slid in, the seats incredibly comfy.

The man opened the door in front, and sat behind the wheel. He looked in the mirror. "Fasten your seatbelt, Miss Chambers. The boss wouldn't want any harm befalling you before the party." He smiled his creepy smile again.

Rebecca could only nod in return, grabbing her seat belt. She clicked it into place.

"You did not forget anything, correct?" the man asked, his hands patiently waiting against the wheel.

"No, we can go," Rebecca answered, resisting an urge to feel for her gun.

The man nodded. He started the car. "The party awaits, Miss Chambers."

Rebecca suddenly felt jittery. 'This was such a bad idea….'

The car suddenly screeched to a halt. Rebecca jolted up. She'd fallen asleep. She unconsciously felt for her gun. "Still there… good,' she thought, relieved. She yawned. "Sorry, I fell asleep."

The man looked in the mirror. "Don't apologize. The ride was over an hour. It's understandable." He grinned. "We've arrived. Step outside once you're ready."

Rebecca undid her seatbelt and stretched. She almost didn't want to leave the grand atmosphere of the car, but she also really needed a breather. She looked at the man through the mirror. "Thanks."

The man met her gaze coolly. "Of course, Miss Chambers."

She felt a shiver run down her spine. Without another word, she opened the door, inhaling the cool air, admiring the view- "Wait." She looked around to make sure she wasn't hallucinating.

A forest.

She was in a god-damned freaking forest.

Rebecca whirled around. "Where the hell am I?" she cried. "Get me out of-" She stopped mid sentence.

The Porsche was gone.

Rebecca's eyes widened. "That's… not possible," she said slowly. "I didn't hear the car moving away… what the… I don't…" She felt the color drain from her face. Either he was some kind of ghost, or this whole party was a joke.

And she just got played like a sucker.

Rebecca stood for a moment, trying to calm herself. She surveyed her surroundings. 'This particular forest has everything a normal forest had- rows and rows and rows of trees, she duly thought. From where she stood, nothing could be seen but trees. Behind her was a road that ended in a dead end. And more trees 'Great. Of course.'

Rebecca started to unconsciously reach for her cell phone, which she would've kept in her back pocket. Upon realizing that there was no back pocket and she didn't even have her cell with her, she groaned. 'It's always the little things…' she thought irritably.

She drew in breath. There really was nothing else to do but start walking. She started for the road when she heard footsteps behind her. She whirled around, her hand near where her gun was concealed.

An African woman approached her. Rebecca's jaw dropped open. For the second time. 'Her outfit… slutty version of Red Riding Hood?' was all Rebecca could possibly think.

And, slutty just might have been the best description. The woman did look like she'd stumbled out of a fairytale- a rated NC-17 version. She had something like what Red Riding Wood wore: a red hood attached to a short cape, a red dress with different variations of red intersecting at the bottom, and a small brown basket. There were major differences, however; her top was low-cut, which showed a lot of her chest, her skirt ended mid-thigh, and she had fishnet stockings accompanied by black boots. If there was ever a hooker version of Red Riding Hood, Rebecca knew exactly what the outfit would look like.

The woman smiled. "I thought I was the only one here for the party. You are though, right?" she asked. Her voice was think with an accent.

Rebecca snapped out of her daze. She felt a little intimidated. "Um, yeah. I am. Actually, I seriously thought that this was just a joke," she added.

"Yeah. Me too. My "driver" dropped me off a few minutes away from here. I have no idea what happened, but he disappeared."

Rebecca nodded. "Mine too." She looked at the woman, feeling a little more at ease. "I'm Rebecca Chambers."

The woman extended her hand. Rebecca shook it, smiling. The woman smiled again, saying, "My name is Sheva Alomar."

They released hands and stood silent for a moment.

"Did you see anyone else?" Sheva asked, somewhat hopefully.

Rebecca shook her head. "Sorry. Are you expecting someone…?"

Sheva shrugged. "I don't know if he'll actually show." Before Rebecca could ask who "he" was, Sheva asked, "How about you?"

Rebecca immediately thought of Billy. It was a stupid thought, and probably not going to come true any time soon. "No. I just… the inviter knows something that I need," she said, half-lying.

"Ah. I see," Sheva said. "Well, we should start walking. I think-"

"Sheva? Rebecca? Please, God, let that be you guys!"

The pair turned around, both gasping in unison.

They both knew they weren't hallucinating, but they hoped to God they were.

Jill Valentine walked toward them, a surprised expression on her face. It was Jill. That was okay. Good, even. But what wasn't okay was her costume.

A sandwich.

Jill was wearing a sandwich as her costume. Her head poked out of a hole in the top. She was pressed firmly in between two slices of white bread with lettuce, tomatoes, and other things sticking out from the top. There was an olive stuck in the middle of her "sandwich." She had on black heels, which totally contrasted with the rest of her outfit.

Sheva and Rebecca couldn't say anything. They were both at a total lost for words. They both knew Jill as a superior, someone who was calm and rational and would not dress up as a sandwich.

Jill grinned at them, rubbing the back of her head. "Jesus, it's been awhile!"

Rebecca and Sheva said nothing.

Jill raised one eyebrow. "Guys, what's wrong?"

"Rebecca?"

Jill, Rebecca, and Sheva all whirled around upon hearing the voice.

A woman stood, her face confused. She was dressed up as a witch- a, thankfully, normal witch. She had a floor length black dress on, accompanied by a cape on the back. She had a pointed witch's hat on, pink lining the edges. Her red hair was pulled back in a low ponytail.

The woman looked at Rebecca. "Rebecca?"

Rebecca stared blankly at her for a moment. Then, upon realizing her face, she cried out, "Claire!"

Claire smiled. "Becky, it's been a while."

Rebecca nodded. Things were looking up, after all. Even with Jill as a sandwich and Sheva as a prostitute Red Riding Hood. She smiled, brightening up her pixie features.

Jill and Sheva looked at Claire and Rebecca. "You two know each other?" Jill asked.

"Yeah, we met after Rebecca saved me and Leon from Raccoon City," Claire said.

Jill examined Claire's face. "I have the strangest feeling I know you…"

"What?" Claire asked, confused.

"Yeah, I think I've seen you in a picture," Sheva said thoughtfully. "I think… oh, yes, Chris showed me. He said that you were his little sister-" She stopped.

Jill exclaimed, "Oh, so you're the little Redfield! We finally meet!"

Claire looked at her. "Actually, both of you do look familiar."

Jill said, "I'm Jill Valentine."

"Sheva Alomar."

Claire gasped. "You're Jill Valentine? And Sheva Alomar? I'd never thought I'd get to meet Chris' partners. Tell me, was he always going on and on about how he needed to be stronger to beat Wesker?"

All four of them laughed. Sheva shook her head, chuckling. "In Africa, when I first met him, my first thought was- Oh shit, I'm stuck with some guy on steroids."

Jill rolled her eyes. "I know. When you and Chris helped me out, I was like- wait a minute. What the hell happened while I was gone? Did he go into a fit of depression?"

Rebecca looked at Jill. "Um, is it really that bad?"

"Oh, that's right, Becky… you haven't seen him recently."

"You should be glad you haven't," Claire said, grimacing.

Suddenly, the group saw something dark pass above their heads. They looked up, only to miss whatever was in the air. Something landed with a thump in front of them, and they turned toward the sound.

A tall, Asian woman stood up, dusting off her clothing. She had a very slender face and short black hair. She had a very red dress on, Asian flower prints sprinkled on one side. There was a slit on the other side. Lacy black heels graced her long legs.

Jill was the first to speak. "Hey. You're here for the party, right?"

Rebecca added, "That's a really cool costume."

The woman smiled almost coldly. "Oh, this? This isn't a costume. I find costumes… unnecessary."

Claire glanced at the woman, noting all the red. "Hi, I'm Claire. That's Rebecca, Jill, and Sheva."

"Ada. Ada Wong," the woman said. "Pleased to-"

"Ada… WAIT!"

Ada flinched. "Oh good, he's here," she said. "He can give me back my keys."

Claire and Rebecca looked at each other. "You don't suppose…?" Claire said, trailing off.

"It sounds awfully a lot like him…" Rebecca said thoughtfully.

From behind a tree, a young man jumped out, yelling, "Ada! Wait!" Around his face, he had a dark purple bandana wrapped around his mouth. He wore a long black trench coat, a hood wrapped around his head. Dirty blonde hair peeked from under his hood. On his back, he carried a large bag. He sort of looked like a drugs dealer…

The man grinned from under his bandana. "Ada! W-"

Ada glared at him, and he immediately fell silent. "That hasn't gotten old?"

He smiled. "Of course not."

Rebecca and Claire glanced at the guy. Claire examined his face, saying, "Leon?"

The guy turned to them, looking surprised. He face relaxed into a grin. "Claire, Rebecca! It's been awhile, hasn't it?" He turned to Jill and Sheva. "Leon S. Kennedy, pleased to make your acquaintance."

Jill cocked an eyebrow. "Jill Valentine."

Sheva smiled politely back. "Sheva Alomar."

Before Leon could say another word, Claire asked, "So… who the hell are you dressed as?"

Leon opened his mouth to say something when yet someone else interrupted.

"Claire!" A man shouted in a deep voice.

Claire's eyes widened. "Shit," she hissed. "Why is he here…?"

Sheva, Jill, and Rebecca looked at each other. Together, they said, "That's Chris!"

And, lo and behold, Chris Redfield appeared.

Sheva's jaw dropped open. "Please tell me this is a dream…"

Jill stared at Chris, mouth gaping wide open. ""Chris… what the hell…?" Rebecca was stunned into shock.

Claire glared at her brother, thoroughly embarrassed and, at the same time, weirded out. "Chris…" she said through gritted teeth.

Leon and Ada stood awkwardly to the side, not sure wait to say.

Chris' outfit might have just won the What The Hell prize over everyone else's. No one, at least the people who knew Chris, would ever think, or even suspect, that he'd dress up as…

Freaking Superman.

Chris looked ready to fight crime; he had on his customized Superman outfit, where in the middle of his outfit, there was a C instead of an S. A red cape billowed behind his back. Spandex hugged his thighs and he had on the customary red boots. All in all, he had the outfit down to the smallest detail. However, it was his muscles that made him look awkward. They strained against his skin-tight outfit, which, in effect, made him look like, well… a bloated hippo.

Chris panted. "I heard you!" he said to Claire.

Claire looked at him like he was psycho. "Uh, how?"

"Big brother instincts."

Claire rolled her eyes. "Of course."

Chris looked around, suddenly, feeling his face pale. "… S-Sheva? J-Jill? Why… why're you dressed up as-"

Jill glared at him. "Shut up, Chris. You have no right to ask us what we're wearing. We should be asking you that."

Sheva cocked her head slightly. "Chris, when I said you were a superhero, you knew I was totally kidding, right?"

Chris chuckled. "Maybe." He grinned. "Anyway, let's get past the fact that we're all in pretty messed up costumes. It's good to see you guys again." He turned to Rebecca. "Wow, Becky, still little! I'm joking," he added teasingly.

Rebecca said nothing.

"Rebecca?"

"OHMYGOD,!" Rebecca blurted out.

The whole group stared.

Rebecca huffed. "You're… NOT… Chris…" she said through gritted teeth.

Chris held up his hands, smiling nervously. "Whoa, Becky. Calm down. It's me. Chris Redfield."

Leon's ears perked up at the name. "Chris… Redfield?"

Chris turned to Leon. "Yeah."

Leon grinned. "Hey, it's good to finally meet you."

"What?"

Leon extended a gloved hand. "I'm Leon S. Kennedy."

Chris stared at him for a second. "You're… Leon?" He looked at Claire. "He's the one who helped you back in Raccoon?"

Claire nodded, somewhat exasperated.

Chris turned back to Leon, suddenly smiling. "Leon!" He clapped Leon on the shoulder.

Leon grinned awkwardly back. "Uh, I…yeah, it's good to meet you too?"

Chris released Leon's shoulder, laughing loudly. "I don't know how much I can thank you. Claire wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you." His face darkened for a second. "You didn't do anything to her, right?"

Leon and Claire blushed slightly. Leon rapidly shook his head, shivering a little. Ada was glaring at him. "Of course not!" he said confidently. "Claire and I are good friends, that's it." He turned to Ada, giving a breath-taking grin. Ada smiled, rolling her eyes.

Claire walked over to Ada. "I'm sorry. I feel like we've met."

Ada nodded slightly. "You could say that. I was also in Raccoon City at the time of the incident."

Leon said, "Yeah, I helped her out a lot."

Ada punched him lightly. "Who saved your ass in Europe? By the way, where're my keys?"

Leon's face paled. "Uh, if I said I sold them on E-bay… what would you do?"

Claire laughed, while Ada sighed.

While Ada, Claire, and Leon spoke with each other, Chris turned to Rebecca, who was still upset. "Becky, really, it's me."

"Prove it,' she challenged. "What did you say when we encountered Plant 42 in the Spencer Mansion?"

Chris laughed. "That's easy. And I quote, 'Well, it seems we've reached the root of the problem.'"

Rebecca closed her eyes, laughing. "Alright. I give. You're definitely Chris."

Chris smiled.

Jill said, "Well, I wouldn't have recognized you. What kind of costume is that, anyway?"

Chris said teasingly, "If you tell what yours is." He turned to Sheva. "You-"

Sheva glared at him. "Don't even," she said, feeling happy on the inside.

He laughed. "Wow, everyone's just pissed at me."

Sheva and Jill laughed.

Rebecca looked at the scene. Everyone was talking to people they haven't seen in a while. It was good, being reunited.

So why did she feel so… empty?

Rebecca choked back tears. 'It's Billy. I miss him too much. I've lied to myself, over and over, that I don't miss him. I do. I really do, and now my stupid hopes are dashed…'

A branch cracked behind her.

Rebecca whirled around.

Her eyes widened.

A man approached her. He had rumpled brown hair, and sunglasses on. He had on a formal looking business suit. It was dark blue with a light blue tie wrapped around his neck. It looked terribly uncomfortable.

The man looked at her, then lowered his sunglasses.

"Doll Face?"

Rebecca couldn't help herself. She ran, and nearly knocked Billy over. She hugged him, sobbing into his suit. "B-Billy… Billy," she cried.

Billy did nothing for a second, then smiled and hugged her back. "Good to see you, kiddo."

Rebecca felt so much better.

"Ah-hem," someone said, clearing their throat.

Rebecca and Billy turned to see Leon and everyone else looking at them. Leon grinned. "Well, this is awkward."

Yay! Hope you guys enjoyed. Okay, I admit, some of their costumes, like Jill's and Rebecca's weren't very original. But, c'mon- Chris the Superman was!

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*Sorry formatting's kinda wonky. My stupid laptop wouldn't work right.