Listen to the Rain…
(Chris Redfield)
If Wesker gets away, then our nightmares will never end…the hell we've been living in has been going on for too long…
Six years ago, Jill was forced to kill innocents and help found a new virus called Uroboros. It was the deadliest thing they ever faced. But what's worse is the fact that he had to stand in place and watch her suffer. It had hurt him in more ways than one, and this was the only time that he could make things right within himself.
"You're not going anywhere!"
Chris' surprising tone of voice sent a shudder through Wesker. It's the first time he ever heard him speak like that.
"If you actually think that you'll live this time, you're mistaken. I'll spill your guts all over the wall!"
A surprising jolt of power climbed its way through Chris' body, almost feeling like it was taking over. A simple shake of his arm calmed him.
"So," Wesker said, chuckling a little. "It's come to this…killed by my puppet, eh?"
"Seems that way; but you don't deserve to live after what you've done!"
Chris punched the wall, and it shattered, showing the moon-lit sky in the distance. It was a beautiful sight, but he would enjoy it later.
Wesker held out a hand, as if he was giving a time out. "I thought you cared about your friends, Chris."
Chris stopped his advance and looked at Wesker. What did he do this time? "What did you do?"
"This place is rigged to blow in ten; think you can end my life in that time?"
Chris' eyes burned a deep emerald color at the man he so despised. He was so fed up by his tactics that his death couldn't come fast enough.
"I'll end you before it hits eight minutes!"
He grabbed Wesker and slammed him into a wall, cracking it. He then unleashed a powerful barrage of punches into Wesker's chest, causing the wall to break slowly.
"Die already!" The wall breaks apart, and Wesker slams through it. Chris walks through the rubble and picks up Wesker again.
"If this place is gonna be blown to smithereens, I'll make sure your dead body is among it!"
He shoves his hand directly through Wesker's head, the blood covering him like clothing. He took his hand out of his head and dropped Wesker's lifeless body on the ground, smiling devilishly as he took in his now dead nemesis.
"You're all talk, Wesker," He said. "Burn here first, and then in hell…"
He ran off, now only having seven and a half minutes to get to safety.
(Jill and the others)
Chris, please…you have to come back…don't come back to us in pain…
Jill continued to repeat those words, even though every fiber of her being told her that Chris would be fine and he would be back in no time.
"Mickie, this is tearing me apart," Jill said. "I can't just stand here, waiting for him to come back! I'm going to check on him!"
She ran out, but bumped into something firm, yet soft. She looked up and smiled at the figure that presented them to her.
"Chris, you're okay…"
Jill hugged him as if it was the last thing she would ever do. Chris held her in their tight embrace for a few seconds, but he quickly stopped and looked at everyone, frantic.
"This place is gonna blow," He said. "We only have about seven minutes left!"
We can't make it to the surface in time," Mickie said. "How are we gonna make it?"
Chris picked up Jill and Claire while Mickie carried Leon and Alex on her back. They were gonna have to run at their maximum speed if they wanted to make it out on time.
"Chris, can you handle me in a race?"
"You're on; loser owes five bucks to the winner."
Jill sat up, unable to listen to what they were doing. "Are you two making a bet?" She yelled. "Do it after we get outta here alive!"
"Fine…"
They both sprinted off, running through the dark hallway and then up the long, spiral stairway.
"Geez, this is a lot of stairs," Mickie said. "Wesker sure has a lot of time on his hands."
"He's dead now," Chris said, opening the door. "I made sure of it; we'll talk about this back on the plane back to the BSAA. We only have five minutes left now."
They both sprinted out of the hidden passageway and up another flight of stairs and sprinted towards the main door. They opened it and ran down the steep road towards their plane.
"Okay, let's get on the plane," Mickie said. "We have to get Alex to the prison."
They all got on the plane, with the guards checking their IDs before allowing access. Mickie gave Alex to the guards, strictly adding that he must be transported to the prison.
"Okay guys, who's ready to go home?" She added as she took her seat.
"Do you really have to ask that question?" Chris said. "Of course we're ready to go home."
"Yeah; just promise me you're gonna wash that blood off your face."
Chris looked down and saw that he was still covered in the blood from before, but also covered in Wesker's. He sighed and relaxed into his seat.
"Figures I was gonna get dirty…anyways, I'm tired and I wanna get a few hours' worth of peace and quiet. And by the way, you owe me five bucks."
"Oh yeah…I'll pay you when we land."
Jill and Claire laughed; their lives were slowly coming back together, but it wouldn't take long, anyway. As the plane took off, everyone looked out the windows and saw the mansion blow to hell. They wanted to cheer, but the lack of sleep didn't allow them such joy yet.
"Mickie, aren't you tired?" Jill asked. "You were the main one saving our asses back there."
"A little," She said, gazing out the window. "But I'll be fine. Killing Wesker was one of the main reasons I came along."
"Do you really think he's dead?"
Mickie cast a glance at Chris; he was smiling and staring out the window, so she guessed that he really was dead.
"Definitely…"
"I guess we can finally live in peace…Wesker can do no more harm…"
(Early morning-Chris)
Everyone's usually up, getting ready to take on the day. But not this man; yesterday was work enough. Going to Europe and coming back to the Americas drenched in blood was bad enough to give him nightmares.
A few moments later, a knock was heard at his door. With an angry groan and armed with a pillow, he got up out of his bed and walked towards the door.
"Who is it…?" He asked in a soft voice.
"It's Mickie; open up."
With a groan, he opened up the door and glared. "You're the main person I wanna hit with a pillow…come in."
"Thanks…that's nice hospitality…"
"It's the best I can do at 5:30 in the morning…"
Mickie sighed and took a step forward, giggling. "I didn't know you liked bunnies. You really are soft on the inside."
"You're begging for that pillow," Chris said sheepishly. "But I'm too tired to throw it at you."
"Uh-huh…"
"I'm going back to bed; do whatever you feel like, but don't get all sneaky."
Chris yawned and walked back to his bedroom. His eyes were slightly bloodshot, and he couldn't really sleep anyway. After yesterday's events, he couldn't really stop thinking about what happened.
Did Wesker really die this time? He thought as he lay down on his bed. If he did, is that really the end of all bioterrorism?
Just as he began to close his eyes, his phone rang. With a soft groan, he picked it up.
"Hello…?"
"Chris, are you awake?"
He sat up immediately and started speaking into the phone clearly. "Jill? Jill, is everything okay?"
"Everything's fine; can you come over to my place, please?"
"O-okay…you sure everything's fine?"
"I'm fine, okay? I have to tell you something."
"Okay, I'll be there."
He hung up the phone and grabbed a pair of jeans and a shirt, slipped them on, and walked out of his room and towards the door.
"Are you gonna be okay by yourself?" he asked.
"I'll be fine on my own," Mickie said, yawning. "Where are you going?"
"To go see Jill; she wanted to see me for something…"
"Well, go see her; it might be important."
Chris nodded and left out of his house, leaving Mickie to fall back on the couch.
This is a little awkward for her, Chris thought as he hopped into his car. She sounded shaken on the phone, so I hope it's nothing serious…
Yeah, another chapter into this wonderful story! I only hope I don't get another mental block… *Sigh*
(ANOTHER random scene)
Chris: I am so bored of this…
Jill: Why'd you say that?
Chris: Going through all of our pictures bring back some horrible memories…
Jill: *Looks at the pictures and then back at Chris* you have a point. *Throws the album out the window*
Christian: I AM BACK! NO STUPID AXES CAN KEEP ME AWAY!
Chris: But a supernatural ass whooping will. *Cracks his knuckles*
Christian: Should I run?
Chris: I THINK YOU SHOULD.
Jill: Chris, don't kill him. He was only being funny towards Claire.
Chris: I… *Lowers his fists* Fine…he's okay. *Glares at Christian* For now.
Christian: Whew…I'm in the clear!
Leon: NO, YOU'RE NOT! *Comes in with a fire axe*
Christian: WHY OH WHY DID I EVEN COME HERE? *Runs out with Leon chasing after him*
Jill: Why was Leon here? *Glares at Chris* Chris, did you plan this?
Chris: Oh yeah… *Smiles*
Jill: I give him ten minutes.
Chris: I give him three.
Jill: Of course…