Author's Note: Now that I finished Resident Evil: Remake for the Gamecube, I have time to write once again.
Now it's time to write about the aftermath of a girl known to all of us as Rebecca Chambers, medic to the slaughtered S.T.A.R.S. Bravo Team, as well as the companion to Chris Redfield.
Also, this is a sort of prequel to "Even Fond Memories Can Come Back To Haunt You...", since the events that occurred in this chapter were mentioned vaguely in Chapter 10 of the story mentioned above.
Just in case you're confused, the Prologue also counts as Chapter One...
Special thanks to Return of Yagami Iori, Mossberg, Felicia, and Mayumi-H for reviewing chapter one! Thanks!
-Shattered Mirror-
-By Brian Marcelo-
-brianmarcelo@hotmail.com-
Rated R for angst and drama.
-Sharp Pieces-
-Chapter Two-
"Becky? Didn't you have a mirror in your bathroom?" shouted Jill, as she examined the part of the wall where a mirror use to be, "Did it break or something?"
"Yeah...just a little accident. I'll get it fixed on the weekend." replied Rebecca, with a plastered on smile of embarrassment, "It's nice of you and Chris to drop by my apartment...haven't had a lot of visitors as of late..."
Jill nodded knowingly, remembering how Rebecca used to confide in Jill about how she and Richard Aiken often came to her apartment for some midnight activities. Jill had been shocked when she had first heard about it from her, and, after slowly getting used to the idea, was quite amused at the amount of blushing that had appeared on Becky's face. It was nice to know for Jill that Becky had thought of her as a sort of big sister though, and had trusted her enough to tell her that little secret.
"Damn, you need to go buy some groceries Rebecca..." Chris commented aloud, as he rummaged through her fridge, "Your fridge is totally empty..."
"Says the one who always buys take out food." Jill said with a smirk on her face.
Rebecca giggled automatically, despite the fact that she didn't feel like doing it. It was one of those knee-jerk reactions, she supposed.
"Hey Chris, what's with the street clothes?" Rebecca asked, as she sat on her couch, "And what about you Jill? What's with the tube top and black skirt?"
Chris and Jill looked at each other with embarrassed looks.
"Before we dropped by your apartment Chris and I thought we might as well try wearing some casual clothes for a change..." Jill said with a nervous smile, "I went for the skimpy blue tube top and black mini skirt combo, while Chris went for the street type look with his beanie, t-shirt over a long sleeved shirt, and khaki pants, complete with S.T.A.R.S. logo."
"As you can see, I dressed much better for the occasion then my companion did." Chris said with a smirk, right before Jill punched in him on the arm.
"Hey, why did you two come over anyways? I thought you guys had work..." Rebecca asked quietly, as she lay one side of her head on a pillow.
"It's Saturday Becky..." Chris said, as he bent down to eye level with Rebecca, "And speaking of work...you haven't been coming in for a few days..."
"Are you okay Rebecca? We've been worried about you...you don't quite seem your self..." Jill said, as she bent down as well, "How are you feeling...?"
'This is your chance Rebecca...you can tell them what's wrong...can't you...?' she thought to herself, as she looked at the worried faces of Chris and Jill.
"I'm okay, just a bit shaken up still, you know?" she lied, plastering that fake grin on her face.
While Chris and Jill both smiled in relief, Rebecca's mind was in a complete daze, wondering why she had lied, especially since that had been her chance to tell them her bottled up emotions.
'Why...why did I lie again...?' she thought solemnly to herself, as she kept smiling at them, 'Why...?'
-Four hours later, Raccoon Cemetery-
Although it was a sunny and bright day in contrast to the pouring rain from yesterday, Rebecca felt even gloomier, having just attended Richard's funeral. Since his body had been incinerated along with the rest of the mansion, they had decided to bury his most treasured items instead, which included his custom S.T.A.R.S. shotgun, his extra S.T.A.R.S./R.P.D. t-shirt, and his badge, which had accidentally left in the S.T.A.R.S. office right before his final mission.
Luckily for Rebecca and the remaining S.T.A.R.S members, this would be the last heartbreaking S.T.A.R.S. funeral that was to be held, since the others all had theirs finished prior to today. It was a great pain, especially for Rebecca, to see all the mourning families of each Bravo team member, thinking that she could've done more to save her teammates.
As the group departed, Rebecca was stopped by a woman with a black veil over her head, instantly recognized her as Richard's mother.
"What happened to Richard...? How...did he die...?" asked Richard's mother, who appeared to be in her fifties.
"He died in the line of duty, ma'am..." replied Rebecca quietly, who thought it would be best not to tell Richard's mother the whole truth, for fear of looking crazy.
"He was always such a nice boy..." said Richard's mother, as she wiped a few tears away from her face, "He was always so brave..."
'He certainly was...' thought Rebecca, as she wiped a few tears from her face as well, 'If it wasn't for him, that huge snake would've eaten me alive...'
"I thought I was going to be a grandmother....Richard had called me a few weeks ago saying he had found the one...he said he was going to propose to her shortly..." said Richard's mom through choked sobs, all the while taking out a small box, "He had told me to hold the ring for him for a little while...for good luck...he really should've just given to the girl first, but he was always the shy and forgetful type..."
Rebecca could only gaze in disbelief at the small box, not believing what was contained inside. Once again, her heart felt like it had been shattered...
-Back at Rebecca's apartment, 11:30 PM-
The young medic lay down on her bed, not bothering to take off her black funeral clothes, her face filled with tears and anguish. She was so confused and crushed, having no clue that Richard had been planning to propose to her. Their relationship, despite the intense intimacy, was also very tender and close. Whenever she felt that her work was overwhelming her, she would be able to talk to Richard about it, and he would actually listen, as well as actually caring. He was so different from any guy she had ever met, especially since she had met quite a few guys, some not so nice, and some especially bad.
"Richard...oh god...why did you have to go...?" she mumbled sadly, her eyes beginning to water with tears, "It's all Umbrella's fault...damn them...they took my teammates...Richard...and my life away from me...."
Just as Rebecca was about to cry herself to sleep, she heard someone knocking on her door. Confused as to whom it could be, she took out her handgun and took the safety off, hoping she wouldn't have to use it. As she reached the door, she cursed the fact that she didn't have a eyehole. Opening the door ever so slightly, she was surprised to see the worried face of Jill Valentine.
"What are you doing here Jill? It's 11:30 at night..." Rebecca asked as she opened the door fully so that Jill could come in.
"I think you know why, Rebecca..." Jill answered quietly, as she entered the apartment.
-End of Chapter Two-
As usual, please rate and review!
Oh yeah, and in the next chapter of "Even Fond Memories Can Come Back To Haunt You...", it'll be about Claire and her strange journey through Hell...so stay tuned for that...
Now it's time to write about the aftermath of a girl known to all of us as Rebecca Chambers, medic to the slaughtered S.T.A.R.S. Bravo Team, as well as the companion to Chris Redfield.
Also, this is a sort of prequel to "Even Fond Memories Can Come Back To Haunt You...", since the events that occurred in this chapter were mentioned vaguely in Chapter 10 of the story mentioned above.
Just in case you're confused, the Prologue also counts as Chapter One...
Special thanks to Return of Yagami Iori, Mossberg, Felicia, and Mayumi-H for reviewing chapter one! Thanks!
-Shattered Mirror-
-By Brian Marcelo-
-brianmarcelo@hotmail.com-
Rated R for angst and drama.
-Sharp Pieces-
-Chapter Two-
"Becky? Didn't you have a mirror in your bathroom?" shouted Jill, as she examined the part of the wall where a mirror use to be, "Did it break or something?"
"Yeah...just a little accident. I'll get it fixed on the weekend." replied Rebecca, with a plastered on smile of embarrassment, "It's nice of you and Chris to drop by my apartment...haven't had a lot of visitors as of late..."
Jill nodded knowingly, remembering how Rebecca used to confide in Jill about how she and Richard Aiken often came to her apartment for some midnight activities. Jill had been shocked when she had first heard about it from her, and, after slowly getting used to the idea, was quite amused at the amount of blushing that had appeared on Becky's face. It was nice to know for Jill that Becky had thought of her as a sort of big sister though, and had trusted her enough to tell her that little secret.
"Damn, you need to go buy some groceries Rebecca..." Chris commented aloud, as he rummaged through her fridge, "Your fridge is totally empty..."
"Says the one who always buys take out food." Jill said with a smirk on her face.
Rebecca giggled automatically, despite the fact that she didn't feel like doing it. It was one of those knee-jerk reactions, she supposed.
"Hey Chris, what's with the street clothes?" Rebecca asked, as she sat on her couch, "And what about you Jill? What's with the tube top and black skirt?"
Chris and Jill looked at each other with embarrassed looks.
"Before we dropped by your apartment Chris and I thought we might as well try wearing some casual clothes for a change..." Jill said with a nervous smile, "I went for the skimpy blue tube top and black mini skirt combo, while Chris went for the street type look with his beanie, t-shirt over a long sleeved shirt, and khaki pants, complete with S.T.A.R.S. logo."
"As you can see, I dressed much better for the occasion then my companion did." Chris said with a smirk, right before Jill punched in him on the arm.
"Hey, why did you two come over anyways? I thought you guys had work..." Rebecca asked quietly, as she lay one side of her head on a pillow.
"It's Saturday Becky..." Chris said, as he bent down to eye level with Rebecca, "And speaking of work...you haven't been coming in for a few days..."
"Are you okay Rebecca? We've been worried about you...you don't quite seem your self..." Jill said, as she bent down as well, "How are you feeling...?"
'This is your chance Rebecca...you can tell them what's wrong...can't you...?' she thought to herself, as she looked at the worried faces of Chris and Jill.
"I'm okay, just a bit shaken up still, you know?" she lied, plastering that fake grin on her face.
While Chris and Jill both smiled in relief, Rebecca's mind was in a complete daze, wondering why she had lied, especially since that had been her chance to tell them her bottled up emotions.
'Why...why did I lie again...?' she thought solemnly to herself, as she kept smiling at them, 'Why...?'
-Four hours later, Raccoon Cemetery-
Although it was a sunny and bright day in contrast to the pouring rain from yesterday, Rebecca felt even gloomier, having just attended Richard's funeral. Since his body had been incinerated along with the rest of the mansion, they had decided to bury his most treasured items instead, which included his custom S.T.A.R.S. shotgun, his extra S.T.A.R.S./R.P.D. t-shirt, and his badge, which had accidentally left in the S.T.A.R.S. office right before his final mission.
Luckily for Rebecca and the remaining S.T.A.R.S members, this would be the last heartbreaking S.T.A.R.S. funeral that was to be held, since the others all had theirs finished prior to today. It was a great pain, especially for Rebecca, to see all the mourning families of each Bravo team member, thinking that she could've done more to save her teammates.
As the group departed, Rebecca was stopped by a woman with a black veil over her head, instantly recognized her as Richard's mother.
"What happened to Richard...? How...did he die...?" asked Richard's mother, who appeared to be in her fifties.
"He died in the line of duty, ma'am..." replied Rebecca quietly, who thought it would be best not to tell Richard's mother the whole truth, for fear of looking crazy.
"He was always such a nice boy..." said Richard's mother, as she wiped a few tears away from her face, "He was always so brave..."
'He certainly was...' thought Rebecca, as she wiped a few tears from her face as well, 'If it wasn't for him, that huge snake would've eaten me alive...'
"I thought I was going to be a grandmother....Richard had called me a few weeks ago saying he had found the one...he said he was going to propose to her shortly..." said Richard's mom through choked sobs, all the while taking out a small box, "He had told me to hold the ring for him for a little while...for good luck...he really should've just given to the girl first, but he was always the shy and forgetful type..."
Rebecca could only gaze in disbelief at the small box, not believing what was contained inside. Once again, her heart felt like it had been shattered...
-Back at Rebecca's apartment, 11:30 PM-
The young medic lay down on her bed, not bothering to take off her black funeral clothes, her face filled with tears and anguish. She was so confused and crushed, having no clue that Richard had been planning to propose to her. Their relationship, despite the intense intimacy, was also very tender and close. Whenever she felt that her work was overwhelming her, she would be able to talk to Richard about it, and he would actually listen, as well as actually caring. He was so different from any guy she had ever met, especially since she had met quite a few guys, some not so nice, and some especially bad.
"Richard...oh god...why did you have to go...?" she mumbled sadly, her eyes beginning to water with tears, "It's all Umbrella's fault...damn them...they took my teammates...Richard...and my life away from me...."
Just as Rebecca was about to cry herself to sleep, she heard someone knocking on her door. Confused as to whom it could be, she took out her handgun and took the safety off, hoping she wouldn't have to use it. As she reached the door, she cursed the fact that she didn't have a eyehole. Opening the door ever so slightly, she was surprised to see the worried face of Jill Valentine.
"What are you doing here Jill? It's 11:30 at night..." Rebecca asked as she opened the door fully so that Jill could come in.
"I think you know why, Rebecca..." Jill answered quietly, as she entered the apartment.
-End of Chapter Two-
As usual, please rate and review!
Oh yeah, and in the next chapter of "Even Fond Memories Can Come Back To Haunt You...", it'll be about Claire and her strange journey through Hell...so stay tuned for that...