Resident Evil
"Fear of Remorse"
by: Neomoon
2000
Author's Note's: Resident Evil, Chris Redfield, and Umbrella Inc. are owned and copyrighted by Capcom and are used without permission. Also I wish to beg Capcom not to send any weird monsters after me for my usage of their character, I do enjoy my brain were it is. Thank You.
Prologue:
Chris looked up at the giant creature that stood before him, fear choking back the scream that wanted to burst from his lips. He stepped back, falling over the body of his one team leader, Wesker. The scream finally broke free, it sounded weak, more a sob from a frightened child.
He scrambled to his feet, his hand snatching up the pistol on the floor. he glanced down at it, momentarily taking his eyes off the creature, then looked back, fear gripped his heart not wanting to let go. The small weapon wouldn't work.
the creature stepped closer to him, it's arms and shoulders stretching back, flexing its chest muscles, the giant organ in its center pumped furiously. Chris gulped, the fear raised in him. He turned running to the far side of the room, near the door. He raised the pistol, his index finger trembling as he squeezed it against the trigger.
A shoot rang out, Chris's arm flow upward, he could feel the searing pain of his now broking finger.
The creature still moved toward him, undaunted by the bullet he had fired. Chris could feel his eyes grow moist, he know this was the end, there was no need to deny it. He closed his eyes and gave a silent prayer, his ears blocking out the thundering sounds of the creature's movement as it neared him.
Ice gripped his throat, he could feel his feet leaving the ground yet he did not open his eyes, he would not let the creature see his fear. He took in a final shaking breath, the air was hard to swallow under the increasing pressure.
With a final push Chris's body went limp, his neck shattered.
Chris screamed into the darkness, throwing himself from the narrow cot he had fallen asleep in, the course wool blanket falling away from his form. A cold sweet covered his body, making the oddly stitched clothing stick to his skin.
He looked through the darkness, he didn't know were he was, the darkness was to thick.
"They got in again?" someone spoke through the darkness, there voice heavily accented in eastern English.
Chris turned toward the voice, his eye brow raising. "Who, who are you?" He asked, surprised by how weak his own voice sounded. "Where am I?"
The darkness rang with laughter, and Chris could make out a small thick form in the darkness. "Redfield, you must remember me, I be your ceil mate for three month's going."
Chris stepped closer to the thick shape in the darkness, his eyes slowly adjusting. "What
do mean, ceil mate?"
The darkness sighed, and the small form moved toward him. Chris stopped, his body going into a ready position expecting a fight. Another laugh rang through the darkness.
"Redfield, I mean ya no harm, boy." The figure moved closer, and Chris could feel a large hand take his, leading him back to the narrow cot.
"What's going on?" Chris asked, his mind drowning in all the questions. "Where am I?"
The figure shook its head, and sighed. "They did get ya, tell me Redfield, what happened in your sleep."
Chris sighed, burying his head in his hands and told the form of his dream, his voice starting to creak as he neared the end, and his own death.
A large hand, touched his back and patted it. "I understand, the first is always the hardest. But Redfield, you be strong spirited, and they never break that." A soft warm laugh broke through, and hand hit Chris back hard enough to make him gasp in surprise. "You'll get used to it, and after awhile you'll shrug it off like old Brig here."
Chris turned his eye brow raised. "Brig, is that your name?"
The small dark form laughed again, and slapped Chris's back even harder. "Oh Redfield, they really got you good." Warm laughter broke through the darkness, and with a gasp for air the small form continued. "now it be let boy, go back to sleep, if you don't remember anymore by daylight I'll tell you."
Chris nodded, and the dark form disappeared form his side. He could here rustling in the distance, the small figure nestling back into his own cot. Chris sighed, and laid his head back against a cold damp wall, and let a deeper darkness take him.
A helicopter whirled over head, it's rotating blades bringing the dust swirling around him. Carter looked up into the night sky awaiting the copter that was readying to land. He sighed, and turned his attention back to the three men in expensive clothing that stood only twenty feet away, yet were incased in a proofed room. If anything would go wrong they would be safe. "Lucky bastards." Carter whispered then smiled happily at the three men, and turned his attention to the incoming helicopter.
The wind became, and Carter had to shield his eyes. Slowly the Helicopter made its decent, on its side embroidered into the metal lacework was his company's symbol. He smiled as he saw that symbol, warmth filled him, it was a symbol of pride. His company had helped so many millions with their revolutionary findings, and would help millions more in the years to come. He was glad to call himself Umbrella.
The helicopter landed. It's rails hitting the ground softly and silently, slowly its blades slowed their movements, and Carter waited patiently until they stopped. Releasing the breath he held Carter walked over to the closed door, and opened it, his eyes wide with what he saw.
A smile passed over his, and he extended his hand in welcome and to help the lone passenger out. "Welcome, Miss Alexia." He said in a voice that matched the awe in his dark eyes.
The young woman in the helicopter smiled at him, and took his hand into her own gloved one.
"It is a pleasure sir." She said, her voice surrounded him, sounding as if hundreds had said it.
Carter bowed silently and helped the woman out, his eyes never leaving her as the walked down the paved strip that led into the hanger that would serve as the meeting place this night.
For the briefest second Carter looked at the building and the many soldiers that walked its perimeter. He didn't understand fully why they were here, Miss Alexia was only a interested investor, why would they need armed soldiers. He shook his head and turned his attention back to the woman that walked next to him, his mind melting as he stared at the woman's unique beauty.
"Miss Alexia." Carter finally said after they covered half the distance. "Are you not young to be such a highly regarded investor into the company?"
The young woman turned and smiled, her full lips parting slightly, giving a glimpse at pure white teeth. "My Mother's family started the investment, after her and my uncle's . . . Accident I was left with the families problems." She turned away and continued, Carter knew not to push, she was valued more then he was after all. But why did she refer to Umbrella as a "problem"? He sighed, his mind struggling to answer, but he put it aside as they reached the door, determined to discover the answer at a later time.
Alexia took in the stall air of the room and nearly gagged, the place reeked of old death. She sighed, knowing it was stupid of her to believe that anything Umbrella touched didn't turn to death. She turned back, seeing the man who had accompanied her here out of the corner of her eye. Carter, was that his name? It didn't really matter, he was with them, part of the menaces that had taken her family from her. She was last of the Astor line, and she would not repeat her family's mistakes, with another sigh she calmed herself to the swelling rage in her chest and turned her attention back to the three men that stood before, their clothing spoke to her, telling her what this men were. Beast. She thought. Beast and children, playing games, not knowing the true cost of their happiness.
She could feel the rag building in her again, a gift of her grandfather's. She smiled at that thought, and she knew deep down what she truly was, a monster just like these men. Her smile faded, no she wasn't, she wouldn't allow that of herself. Deep down, deep with in her heart something spoke to her, a voice so like hers, whispering pretty promises, that sounded so nice, that she would smile when they were told.
NO! She would not let that part take control of her, she would not make her family's mistake. She would not make her mother's mistake.
"Miss Alexia, are you alright." Someone said, their voice was soft and far away. "Miss Alexia?" There was concern in the voice, why would someone be concerned about her? "Miss Alexia?!" A hand gripped her shoulder, throwing her back into reality, back to the room that smelled of old death. She screamed, her hand flying upward smacking the hand away from her.
A loud creaking sound filled the silent room, and was followed by the sobs of a wounded man. Alexia's vision cleared, the red fading from her eyes, only to be replaced by shock.
In front of her Carter laid on the ground gripping his arm, a pool of blood was slowly forming around him. She gasped and knelt down beside him, touching her fingers to his forehead. He shied away from her.
"I'm so sorry." She sobbed. "I, I wasn't thinking. God I'm sorry."
She looked down at his arm, at the shattered bone that ripped through the flesh. What had she done?
She rose slowly, her eyes never leaving carter. "Oh God." She whispered as she backed away. "Oh my God."
The world began to spin, faces crowded her, she wanted to scream and run away, but she couldn't, she felt so weak. A small band of darkness twirled around her, taking her into it. Soon there was nothing but that darkness. Nothing but silence and darkness.