-Yes, Chris Redfield is a woman and no one can stop me with the genderbend
1
-Christine knew nothing of Wesker's activities
-It is unknown if he really loved her or it was just a game until the fateful moment of being killed by the Tyrant.
2
-Umbrella is just an innocent pharmaceutical company and zombies don't exist.
-I leave to your imagination if they stop her or help her get rid of the corpse
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-Albert is called Alexia (almost like her sister)
-Christine was experimenting with his sexuality, in the end she likes boys and Alexia doesn't take it well
-Jill is a boy and his name is John
-I'm not the most creative with names, sorry
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-i've had enough - Melina kb. heavenly music to my ears
-This chapter has been incredibly satisfying. Girls and boys, never let your partner treat you badly. Seek help or whatever is necessary, you can get out of that situation
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-Jill and Christine are bisexual
-A bit of Carlos x Jill for the fans
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-As in canon, Wesker despises Excella. Excella is in love with him
-They only got married for reasons of power
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-Christine is 16 and Albert is 38 at the start.
-Albert is a dried up piece of shit.
-Christine makes questionable decisions in her teens.
-She also stops consuming when she finds out that she is pregnant, with 1 month
-Jake is the son of Christine and Albert. This will be something recurrent in the other stories.
8
-Come on, Chris, come on.
-The STARS are alive because it's my fanfic and I can do it. They think Christine is dead
-This part doesn't convince me and I didn't know how to end it, so it was an open ending.
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-I don't follow the canon, I know
-Inspired by "Can't be erased – Bendy and the ink machine"
-They don't meet Billy, but are attacked while securing the landing zone. They also do not enter the mansion and Alpha does not come to the "rescue" of Bravo
-Christine is 25 years old, but she was kidnapped by Umbrella when she was 15. She retains the look of her when she was a teenager.
-I wanted to make a slight love triangle between Richard, Christine and Forest.
-I don't know exactly how walkie talkies work, but it's 1998 and they didn't have a lot of long distance technology.
-It is the longest by far and it cost me horrors to finish it. Hahahaha, open ending.
10
-This chapter is set in the year 2010, due to the smartphones.
-Zombies don't exist, Umbrella is just a normal pharmaceutical company and Wesker is the CEO.
-According to what I understand, I don't know if it will be the same with luxury restaurants, the waiter brings you the bill when he thinks you've finished. I am not from EEUU
-Moira should be a child, but due to fanfic requirements she is 17 years old and Christine is 25
-Christine is 1.65 (5'4")
-Perhaps the kiss has been somewhat forced, but I feel satisfied
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1
The ride in the helicopter, as the surviving members of STARS returned to base, was deathly silent. Occasionally only Brad was heard manipulating the controls of the device while he led them out of that hell.
Christine Redfield sat between Jill and Barry, staring at the metal floor, her mind completely blank as she tried to make sense of the last twenty-four hours of her life.
A slight tinkling brought her back to reality as her fingers were brushing against something cold, a necklace that encircled her neck. Suddenly her vision clouded as she grabbed her pendant in anger.
"Chris?". She felt a hand on her shoulder as she brought her free hand to her own wet cheeks. She jerked the chain off her as she handed it to whoever it had spoken to.
The first sobs of anguish echoed through the helicopter as strong arms drew her to Barry Burton's ever-trustworthy chest. Jill gritted her teeth as she stroked her best friend's hair. If Albert Wesker were alive by some miracle... that monster would have nowhere to hide from her wrath.
Rebecca Chambers, on the other hand, held in her hands a precious engagement ring with the inscription of the names of Albert and Christine along with a nearby date. With a sigh she wondered if He had truly come to love her.
2
Thinking back, Jill had always thought her best friend's marriage was... strange at best. Obviously at work they were supposed to behave professionally, but she had seen them while they were on a date and there was just... nothing. No loving gesture or caress under the tablecloth.
Apart from the fact that, in their first year of marriage, Christine had little by little distanced herself from all her friends and acquaintances... Even Claire had called Jill to complain for not knowing anything about her dear sister. Christine Redfield's world had been reduced to just Albert Wesker.
In the following four years of marriage, the STARS team would see a bruise poorly concealed or hidden under clothing along with the low spirits of the almost always cheerful woman. Everyone learned to blame it on Christine's clumsiness or some bump between the couple. "Rebecca, the captain wouldn't do something like that. We are policemen, it's stupid...". Jill remembers putting Chambers's concerns aside with those words.
In the fifth year, in the middle of a barbecue at the Burton house, Barry's cell phone rang insistently to the point that he had to let Enrico take charge of the grill while he answered the call in a remote corner of the garden.
Ten minutes later Barry came back, an unusually serious expression on his face. He leaned in to whisper something in his wife's ear as he retrieved the car keys. He stood at the starting gate before turning "Jill, join me".
Once in the car, as they drove to an uncertain destination, Jill wrung her hands "What happened?".
Barry momentarily squeezed the steering wheel as he ran a hand through his hair as he sighed "Chris... Christine has killed Wesker... I want to know what happened before we decide what to do".
3
Alexa smiled as she watched the red liquid slowly fade down the kitchen sink drain. In the background she could still hear her girlfriend making those adorable sounds behind the cloth that Alexa had shoved into her mouth.
The blonde hummed, feeling unusually good-humored, as she made sure her skin returned to the pale tone that characterized her so much. "So... Christine." She turned off the faucet before turning around as she dried her hands "Have you finally finished playing?".
She, with short and slow steps, circled the mess that stained her expensive carpet as she approached the crying brunette who rested against one of the walls "Or do I have to continue? Aiken, Dewey? Maybe Vickers? Although knowing how you have behaved in recent months... Maybe even good old Burton has fallen into your hands". Alexa smiled cruelly at the quick shake of her precious angel's head.
"I'm going to take this away from you, but don't yell, okay, my love?". Alexa gently removed the gag from Christine's mouth and then untied her hands as well.
"I'm yours, only yours". Christine repeated like a mantra as she clasped her hands in front of her own chest, stealing quick, pained glances at the lifeless bodies of Valentine, Frost, and Speyer.
"Of course you are, now help me get rid of the garbage". Wesker commanded as she kicked the already broken ribs of John Valentine, whom Alexa hated the most of the three and who had most dared to try to steal Christine.
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Christine rubbed her forehead as she sighed deeply, looking back at the mess that had knocked on her door "How did you...?" She moaned loudly, making clear her disgust for his presence and without leaving an inch from where she was "What do you want?".
"I miss you, sweetheart". Albert said as he ran his fingers through his always perfectly styled blonde hair. He even had the audacity to look offended when, inevitably, the brunette laughed at his words.
"You miss me? Or is it simply that Excella has decided that you are not worth it?". Christine crossed her arms, leaning her weight against the side of her open door.
"Let me in and...". Wesker tried to get Christine to let him into her house, but he found that the woman pushed him firmly back. Albert took a couple of steps back before meeting her eyes in annoyance.
"We have absolutely nothing to talk about, five years ago you made your decision". The brunette shifted the weight of leg, beginning to feel too uncomfortable by the presence of the blond.
"Listen to me". Wesker demanded as he took a deep breath, changing his behavior to one that had always worked for in the past "I've changed, I'm better. Don't you remember when...?".
"If you are so mature now, then I think it is time for you to grow up. I'm not coming back, admit what you did... Everyone knows what you did to me! And yet, you have the shame to show up at my house". Christine exploded as she approached the face of a shocked Albert Wesker.
"You are a quenched flame, the only talent you have left is in bed. And you know what? That even so Excella have thrown you away like the trash that you are". The brunette felt herself tremble as she finished hitting Albert's chest with her finger.
"Mommy?". Albert turned his gaze to find a 4-year-old boy with brown hair and blue eyes, just like his mother's. A few meters later Forest walked forward with shopping bags in his right hand and a scowl of contempt and concern.
"For the last time, get out of my house and don't ever come back here. Unlike you... I have a happy life and I love my husband and son". The door closed in the face of a confused, hurt and upset Albert Wesker. His toy, whom he had hurt so many times, had decided not to return to his side.
5
Time seemed to stop as the astonished audience watched the bride leave the chapel on the arm of another woman with short brown hair. As the couple disappeared down the hall, the groom and best man tried to calm the guests.
"Jill... Oh god Jill. You are crazy". Christine laughed almost hysterically as she sat on one of the empty benches in the room they had entered. "What were you thinking?".
"Chris… I had to do this. When I found out... I couldn't allow it". Valentine sat next to her, taking a shaking hand in hers.
"I'm getting married. You... You can't do this to me". Redfield felt her will stagger, in front of her was her great love from her adolescence; the person she had loved the most and for whom she still felt something strong.
"Hey". Jill sighed as she lifted Christine's chin to meet her eyes. "I know you still love me, no matter how much you deny it. We both know that you don't just want to be friends with me. You have my heart, you are my obsession. I will always be yours". She leaned in until both breaths coincide.
A delicate hands separated Jill from her "No, remember that it was you who left." Christine had to be strong and not ruin what she had for a teenage love. Jill could always return to Carlos's arms.
"We both know you don't feel that." Jill's voice came as Redfield was already back in the hallway that would lead her into the arms of her future husband.
Christine didn't answer as she walked the way back to her own wedding "I already belong to someone else". She muttered before sheepishly poking her head into the room where the wedding had been interrupted.
Albert seemed to sigh deeply when he saw her, as if he had feared that she had left and never returned. Barry rushed to pick up Christine to lead her back down the aisle.
6
"There he goes again". Jill murmured as, from her desk, watched her boss tuck something into the front pocket of his uniform vest as he approached her best friend's workstation. "Ugh, really that I can't with him".
"I'd swear that was his wedding ring". Brad contributed, quietly, from the corner. The brunette had his head down, apparently, completely focused on his work, although it was obvious that he had also been watching his boss.
"Why did he marry Excella if he can't stand her?". Joseph didn't bother to pretend he was working, he had his chin resting on his hand as he watched the awkward woman play with her pen.
"The question is who is capable of endure Excella. She thinks she is so perfect...". Jill complained as she finished filling in the last paragraph of their last mission report.
A few minutes later the trio watched Albert Wesker return to his office with a frown more than normal, then slammed the door. Christine had just turned down his advances... Again, it was his seventh or eighth attempt all week.
"He's going to be in a bad mood, sorry guys". The Redfield offered them a small, apologetic smile, as stress faded from her shoulders "I told him I had a date". She mostly addressed Jill, who would like to know all the details.
As she expected, as the boys looked at her in surprise, Jill almost got up from her chair to start questioning her "Go back to work!" It came the angry voice of the serious captain.
7
A dilapidated old pickup truck was traveling, in the middle of the night, past almost luxurious-looking houses. She ignored the prying eyes as drove, without a rest, to her destination. Her battered lip was still being attacked by her own teeth, with every meter she traveled she could feel the nerves attacking her stomach.
Christine had been dumb... A dumb teenager who didn't like hearing the words of "her father", her sister or her best friend. In one of the seedy pub she used to frequent she had met Albert Wesker, an enigmatic man who had taken an interest in her.
With Albert she had felt free... without having to obsess over money, sleeping in his bed and without worrying about the world. He called her"my heart" and he was always ready to buy whatever Christine wanted. He was a magnificent Sugar Daddy.
Little by little the parties they both attended became a little more extreme, to the point where Christine didn't come home for several days and she remembered absolutely nothing. The Burtons ended up taking care of her little sister.
The moment she tried drugs, her life just got completely out of hand. Without feeling remorse or looking back, she abandoned all her loved ones in order to live with Albert Wesker far from her home.
If she was honest she didn't remember much of those years, only that at some point she got pregnant and Albert left her. Suddenly her dream life ended, drug addict, homeless and pregnant. Luckily Christine kept her old and beloved van, in which she began to live.
Desperate for her own future and her baby, she sought refuge in a small association in the city where they are located. There they took care of her, helped her detoxify and start the search for the man she had once called 'father'.
A year later and after the birth of her little boy, who bore a striking resemblance to his biological father and whom Christine named Jake, she found a fairly firm address that would take her to the Canadian border. After saying goodbye to her and giving the corresponding thanks, she began the long journey that would take her back to the Burtons.
The cry of her little boy brought her back to reality, realizing that at some point she had lost herself in her own memories and had crashed into the car that was parked in the driveway. "Oh no. Jake, Jake, are you okay?" Christine gently pulled her baby out of the baby carrier the association gave her and cradled Jake against her chest.
With one hand she opened the rickety door and let her feet touch the cold, soft grass. The blow must have affected her more than she expected, because the next thing she knew was that a warm blanket was surrounding her and Jake wasn't in her arms.
Before she had time to panic, a warm little bundle returned to her lap. "Barry went out to buy baby milk, we fed him. Now he is asleep ". Kathy's face appeared in her range of vision.
"Sorry about your car...". Christine could hear a small snort coming from her right, before feeling a large hand caress her hair.
"We have a lot to talk about... Sleep for now, your sister will be back in two hours." Christine fell asleep comfortably to the image of Kathy pulling away her three curious daughters from her surprise guest. Claire was going to be so upset with her...
8
Wesker couldn't help but laugh with satisfaction as he watched as his arch enemy tried to flee, unsuccessfully, from his latest creation. He turned off the camera the moment the woman was reach by the creature, as much as he wanted to see how she was infected and mutated into something monstrous, he was a busy man and had to leave that island.
A year had passed since Redfield's fall and death, his plans had advanced with little or no interference. He currently had, on his hands, a virus ready for release in the next week. At last the world would evolve and he would be the God he deserved to be.
"Alert, biological intrusion at level 7. Notifying the corresponding teams...". The robotic voice continued to recite the necessary codes as the mercenaries in charge of the building's security took it upon themselves to contain whatever had escaped.
Albert snorted as continued with his eyes fixed on the report that he had been reviewing for hours in search of any detail that could have escaped him, his virus must be perfect. He couldn't allow anyone to ascend to his paradise and dare to fight for his throne.
"Alert, biological intrusion at level 5. Activating defense systems...". The loudspeaker announced again while, at the same time, the machinery began to work.
That didn't appear to be a simple zombie that had escaped from his cell, perhaps a Licker or something else. Wesker looked up slightly, hoping his systems were enough and he didn't have to deal with it personally. He was going to have enough to hire a new team of mercenaries.
Several minutes passed without any more warning being activated, so the blonde allowed the slight tension in his shoulders to dissipate. Anyway, Albert fully relied on his enhanced senses to detect any threat.
Suddenly the light went out, leaving the room completely dark. Before Wesker had time to get up he felt arms around his shoulders "Hello, Albert, have you missed me?" With a laugh the woman pulled away from his side with inhuman speed, without giving him time to hit her.
"You and I have something pending." The room lit up again, revealing an all-too-alive Christine Redfield. Her appearance had been changed by the virus, for now her hair was whitish and her eyes were red as blood.
Albert would be lying if he said that he wasn't surprised, Christine had been infected... but she hadn't died as Wesker expected. Now he didn't know what Christine was capable and she had more than a year to adapt to her new body, he had to be careful with her.
"My dear heart, now you and I can rule this world. We don't have to keep fighting ". Wesker spread his arms, trusting that the girl would continue to love him as before. Despite the fact that Albert had hated her, he wouldn't mind leaving his resentment behind him to make Christine his queen. To his surprise Redfield just laughed almost hysterically before disappearing from his sight again. The combat between two monsters had just begun and only one would emerge victorious.
The sound of heavy combat boots echoed through the corridors as the soldiers approached their objective at the end of the corridor. On the other side of that door was his former captain and Christine's killer. They must kill him once and for all. With a quick gesture the door was flung open.
"You are late." Complained a voice that was too familiar, who was crouched in front of a pile of blood and pieces of something that used to be alive before. "Wesker is dead." She informed before getting up and turning around. She almost smiled at the audible gasps that followed the revelation.
9
Richard cursed the day he decided to join the RPD and, more specifically, S.T.A.R.S. They had been sent to investigate the strange murders of hikers in the Arklay Mountains. The helicopter that would take them had suffered engine failure and they had been forced to make an emergency landing.
Back on the ground, while their pilot figured out what had gone wrong, Enrico had ordered them to secure the area. Which brought them to their current situation: Kevin Dooley had been killed and eaten alive by one of those... half-rotten dogs, and Bravo Team was being harassed and surrounded by those creatures.
"Richard!" The blonde heard the call of his younger classmate realizing that he had somehow ended up being separated from his teammates. "Damn! Damn!" He could hear the sound of claws scratching at the damp earth, right behind him.
"I'm going to die". He thought resignedly as the clip of his pistol, out of ammunition, echoed through the treetops. Gun still in hand he turned at the sound of one of the hounds preparing to spring for his throat.
In what he could only describe as some kind of twisted miracle, his life was saved by what looked like a hard-looking, grayish-colored tentacle. That same appendage seemed to do a quick and precise job with all the creatures that, until a moment ago, cornered them.
For the next few minutes, only heavy gasps could be heard as Bravo Team tried to recover from their ordeal. Until the sound of a branch snapping startled them all, causing them to point their weapons at the source of the noise.
Richard, being closest to the noise, reached a hand behind his back where he kept his flashlight. He was very clear that, if it was something hostile, he would die first. The spotlight shined directly on what appeared to be a humanoid figure crouched in the bushes. Aiken blinked a few times as he moved the light source so he could better see what was in front of him.
It was definitely a woman, who appeared to be in her late teens, no more than eighteen. Her hair was quite tangled and she seemed to reach almost to her hips. Her hair seemed to be brown in color, although it may have been because of all the mud that covered it. Her skin was the same color and she was wearing what had once been a hospital gown. The girl brought a hand in front of her eyes, narrowing them in pain.
"You... have you helped us?" Richard asked as he lowered the flashlight, so as not to irritate her pupils. In return he received a nervous nod, almost as if she was afraid of what they might do to her.
"My name is Richard." Aiken smiled with a bravery he didn't feel, the girl didn't seem to be hostile towards them. Richard though he couldn't forget the strange appendages that were now nowhere to be seen. "What's your name?". He watched her turn her head curiously, as if she couldn't remember.
"Do you know your age?" Forest seemed to have approached them, having put away his pistol and with his palms visible. The girl glanced at him quickly before refocusing on Richard and slowly raising both of his hands, her left making a two and her right a five.
There was a muffled curse from somewhere in the background and Aiken couldn't agree more. She looked so young... Which made him wonder how long she had been away from society.
"Can I examine you? I'm a medic". The girl's demeanor changed immediately, adopting a defensive stance as the skin on her left arm began to spasm weakly.
"I have no needles or scalpels." Rebecca quickly walked over to Edward, who was closest to her, and began to run her hands down his sides. "I... It's just a physical recognition, see?" A slight blush covered her cheeks from having to touch her teammate. Edward didn't seem uncomfortable though.
After several tense minutes, the brunette seemed to relax again as she braced her knees against the mud and tugged at the edge of her tattered robe. Which Rebecca took as a sign to get closer to her.
"where have you been living? I'll need to take your robe off..." The fake teenager clung to Richard's leg as she pointed in a seemingly random direction in the vast forest.
They both looked at their captain, who had been silent throughout the exchange. Enrico had been watching each and every one of the girl's movements. "Aiken, come here".
When the blond was in front of him, Enrico discreetly handed Richard over his loaded pistol "We can't trust her". Shortly after, the couple disappeared into the trees.
With a resigned sigh Enrico sent the rest of the team back to the damaged helicopter "Let's try to fix it and fly home". There they removed Dooley's remains and placed them in a body bag "At least he will have a decent burial."
Almost half an hour later they heard again the splash of mud being stepped on and branches breaking, Rebecca and Richard emerged from the foliage. The first seemed to be holding some papers in poor condition and the second was carrying the nameless girl, who now seemed to be clean and with unraveled hair down to her shoulders.
"Captain, look what I found". The talk between Chambers and Enrico quickly faded into murmurs as she showed him what she had found in the cabin where the girl had been living.
The noise of the engine coming to life scared almost the entire Bravo team "We're going home". Edward's voice rose through all the din. Moments later, everyone was on board the helicopter, accompanied by a nervous brunette who hadn't stopped playing with Forest's hair, much to Richard's ill-concealed irritation.
"Her name is Christine Redfield, disappeared in Raccoon City in 1988." Enrico announced as he put down the stack of half-torn documents that he had been reading with the help of Rebecca, who could understand most of the medical jargon.
"We're going to land". Edward reported as he began the maneuvers necessary to safely leave the rest of his team. A couple of coroners were already waiting for them, so they could remove Kevin Dooley's human remains.
Alpha team was still unaware of their little stowaway, since walkie talkies didn't cover such great distances. Enrico suppressed a resigned sigh as he listened to Speyer and Aiken compete for Redfield's attention. Those two had become... attached to something that wasn't quite human. What, in the future, would end up bringing them problems.
With Forest carrying Christine as she completed her tenth twisted braid, and Richard muttering under his breath amid Kenneth's ill-concealed laughter. Bravo headed toward the large office that served as the base of operations for the RPD's special unit.
"Oh, you are here. The captain was preparing us to go in search of you". Jill reported, who had only seen Vice-Captain Marini. Enrico frowned as he consulted the clock on the wall. Only four hours had passed since they left, too soon for Alpha to go looking for them because they hadn't heard from them.
"Oh, who is she?" Brad asked as he watched, openly curious, at the teenager who seemed to be looking at them in a mixture of nervousness and fear. As the five Alpha members approached the girl, she only seemed to get even more unsettled.
"Oh, you're back." Wesker came out of his office dressed in all his gear. "I see you guys found something interesting". The always serious captain of S.T.A.R.S. approached the crowd. Bravo and Alpha made room for his captain, so he could get a better look at their guest. "You...!".
Albert put a hand to the gun in his belt. To everyone's surprise and horror though, Christine jumped off Forest's back and, in one move, she crushed Albert Wesker's chest. The man fell to the ground as blood trickled down his chin.
Several curses were heard, while some were shocked and others were already reaching for their weapons to take down the monster in front of them. "She was peaceful. W... What...? Why?". Rebecca's babble was heard as her eyes went from Wesker's corpse to the girl who, until a few hours ago, was playing with Forest's hair.
"Shoot to kill and don't hesitate, it's dangerous!". Enrico warned the team members about her as he pointed with his gun at Christine Redfield. "Damn, I knew it was a mistake to bring her". Although, before he could fire the first shot, something made him lower his gun in shock.
Albert Wesker's corpse was starting to move, even the man got up from the ground as he laughed almost hysterically "Silly girl, you know that trick doesn't work on me". The blond put on his sunglasses after wiping the blood off his chin. Little tentacles began to poke out of his hands.
"Fuck, who do we have to shoot?". someone asked as some pointed at Christine and others at their captain. Before them stood two monsters.
10
"Could you wait ten more minutes? My husband is coming". She looked down, not wanting to see the waitress's awkward smile. She had told her the same thing four times already, almost two hours had passed since she had sat at that table.
With a defeated sigh she took out her cell phone again to call Albert for the tenth time. She dialed the number and waited patiently, though almost immediately afterward, she was redirected to voicemail. The blond had just canceled her call. "And he promised me that this time he would come". Christine grumbled under her breath as she refused to let tears ruin the makeup that had taken her almost two hours to perfect.
"Stupid men, stupid Albert". She groaned under her breath as she finished the last sandwich she had ordered for an appetizer. Resigned, she called the waitress's attention so she could ask for the bill and leave that expensive restaurant with the little dignity she had left.
She left a twenty percent tip before picking up her bag and starting on her way back to her lonely house, where she would wait for her husband to come home and they would argue again until they each left to sleep in a different room.
When she had taken a couple of steps towards the exit, a red head of hair caught her attention, the man seemed familiar. He was dressed in a suit, though he had his chin propped on a fist as he checked the time on his wristwatch. Perhaps his date hadn't come?
She watched as the man ran a hand through his hair before gesturing for calling the waitress. His girlfriend or wife definitely hadn't come and he was about to leave. As he turned to reach for his suit jacket, Christine made a little "o" with her mouth. It was Barry Burton, her co-worker at RPD.
"Barry". She gave him an awkward little smile as Barry turned around, hope shining in his eyes, expecting to see another woman. "How was the night?". She mentally wanted to beat herself up for asking such an absurd question.
"Oh, Chris". She watched him sigh as he, with nervous hands, smoothed and recrumpled the fabric. "Well... It could always be worse". Barry gave her a smile that didn't reach his eyes. The atmosphere was becoming incredibly awkward.
"My husband hasn't come either". She said before she could think it through, causing her to bring a hand to her face as she sighed long and slowly, "I… Sorry. I'll go, I won't bother you anymore". Christine turned around, as she felt her cheeks burn. Her and her big mouth, she only knew how to ask for trouble.
"Wait". A hand on her shoulder stopped her flight. "I have… discounts and it's due tonight. It would be a shame to waste them, right? And Kathy is… busy". They both looked at each other for a few eternal seconds before smiling at each other. Maybe, tonight, it wouldn't end up being a disaster.
"Miss Redfield". Christine couldn't help the corners of her mouth rising a little more as she noted how Barry used her maiden name. When they were both seated they called the waitress again, although this time it was to order a bottle of wine.
"By the way, that dress... It suits you very well". The brunette couldn't help but choke on her drink, bringing the napkin to her mouth as she coughed. It had been too long since she had heard any sincere and flattering comments about her appearance.
"You look great too". Christine felt her cheeks burn embarrassingly, not being used to being told such things "You should go to work in a suit". She joked to try and slow down her racing heartbeat.
Time, for the couple, passed too quickly. They had both enjoyed an exquisite meal and a few glasses of wine. Before they knew it, the waitress was approaching them with the bill. Closing time was near, for it was almost eight in the evening. They left their corresponding twenty per cent tip before heading out into the cold of the night where they stopped a few meters from the parking lot, not wanting to go home.
Barry was startled to feel his cell phone vibrate for the first time in all the time he had been away from his house. He ignored it without sparing it a second thought, focusing all of his attention on the woman in front of him.
A woman thirteen years younger than him, his co-worker and whom he almost saw as a daughter. Although her in that dress... Christine was far removed from her usual image. He mentally had to remind himself that they were both married, not happily but married.
Barry idly wondered if he had always been attracted to Christine or if it was just a spur of the moment. God, if his daughter Moira found out about that, she wouldn't speak to him again. Both girls were only eight years apart from each other.
In comfortable silence they walked back to the nearby parking lot, where they had left their respective cars and were out of prying eyes and ears. Although people didn't know them in that restaurant, they both knew that they had attracted attention because of the difference in age and the different wedding rings.
They stopped in front of the inseparable old truck that Christine was reluctant to leave, despite her husband's unpleasant comments and offers to buy her a better car. "In the end it was a good night". Christine couldn't help but play with one of her locks as she leaned against the red bodywork.
"Yes, although it is getting late. We should go home". Both knew that respectively their husband and wife were beginning to complain about their absence, although they were ignoring that fact. Even though they really didn't want to leave, their date had come to an end.
With a sigh Christine began to stand on tiptoe, unaware that Barry was leaning down, to share a goodbye kiss on her cheek. Both eyes widened in shock when it was their lips that met. Neither made a move to move away.
Instead, large, warm hands rested on Redfield's waist as the brunette tangled her fingers in Barry's slicked-back red hair. The couple was lost in the heat of the moment, oblivious to the world around them as they focused on the taste of each other's lips.
The magic was suddenly broken when both of them were suddenly illuminated by the headlights of the car that was in front of them. The same waitress who had served them earlier was standing next to her car; she watching them with rosy cheeks. The woman laughed before making a gesture to lock her lips shut and drive away.
"Oh, God". Barry wiped a hand down his face as he pulled away from Christine, not entirely sorry for what had happened and wanting more. "We really... We really should go home". Not wanting to make the same mistake again, he started walking towards his own vehicle.
"Barry". The redhead turned around, one hand on the car door handle. He caught her biting her lip before she gave him a quick smile, as if she meant something else "I'll see you tomorrow at work". With that farewell, and wanting more in their hearts, each one left for their respective homes.
Barry Burton entered a practically empty house, with Molly already asleep and Moira locked in her room without bothering to receive her father. Kathy, on the other hand, only spared her husband a glance before going back to reading her book.
On the other hand, Christine Wesker parked her truck next to her husband's Mercedes, then kicked off her heels and walked barefoot. She was received by the usual silence of that house, Albert didn't seem to be near there and the door of their shared room was closed. "Stupid Albert". She groaned as she went straight to the guest room, not wanting to see him.