Resident Evil:
"Fear of Remorse"
By: NeoMoon
Rated: PG-13
Author's Note's: Resident Evil, Chris Redfield, Leon Kennedy Rebecca Chambers, Sherry Birkin,
Jill Valentine, Carlos and Umbrella Inc. are owned and copyrighted by Capcom and are used without
permission. David, Mr. Trent, and John are owned and copyrighted by the great author S.D. Perry.
Carter, Brig, and Young Lady Alexia are copyrighted by me. 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.
Chapter One:
Rebecca groaned, and tried to roll away from the small hands that where shaking her. Damn it,
why wouldn't anyone let her sleep?
"What?" She yawned as she slowly opened her eyes, and saw the young sandy haired girl staring at
her wide eyed.
"Good morning Miss Rebecca." The girl said, a large playful smile on her face.
Rebecca closed her eyes again dismissing what she had just seen as a dream. Sherry couldn't be
here, no she was with her Aunt in . . . "OWW!" She screamed as a sharp pain rolled up from her
shoulder. Her eyes shot up to look at the girl again, and let out a soft growl.
"You awake now?" Sherry said the playful smile still on her face.
Rebecca sat up in the bed, and stared at the girl straddling her waist. Finally she let out a
soft sigh and shook her head. "How ya doing squirt?"
The girl's cheeks puffed out. "Hey!"
Rebecca laughed. "Your right half pint would serve you better."
Sherry let out a dramatic sigh and jumped off the bed. "That's the last time I'm ever doing
Chris a favor." She pouted and turned to the door.
"Hey wait a sec!" Rebecca said as she stood up, and stretched. "You mind telling me what
brought you to Spain?"
The girl cocked her head, and looked at Rebecca with eyes that held too much for a girl her age.
"You don't know."
Rebecca shook her head, and knelt down to be eye leave with the child. "No, but I really don't
know anything do I?" She said, with a half smile, something in Sherry's tone, made her worry.
Had something happened?
Before the child could answer the door to the room opened. Rebecca glanced over at it, and
smiled, as she looked at the tall dark haired man. "Oh hey Chris!" She jumped up from her
kneeling position and walked over to him, stopping just a foot away, her hands clasped in front
of her. "Are you . . . Is everything okay."
A smile passed his face and he looked over at Sherry. "Yeah, David sent me after the rugrat."
"HEY!"
Rebecca stifled a laugh, not wanting to upset Sherry even more. Chris looked back at her and the
happy glitter in his eye was gone, replaced with a seriousness she knew all to well.
"I'll tell you later." He whispered, and turned his attention back to Sherry. "Come on, I'm
supposed to show you the town."
"You sure that's safe?" Sherry asked, her face seeming to pale.
Chris gave her a reassuring smile. "Trust me."
With a sigh the girl left the room, Chris looked back at Rebecca quickly and gave her a little
peak on the cheek. "Still up for tonight?" He asked in hushed voice, acting as if their recent
engagement was some big secret.
Rebecca smiled, and quickly hid it. "I really don't know." She said, her voice overflowing with
mock seriousness. "I got this terrible headache."
Chris shook his head and sighed dramatically. "Headaches already, great."
Rebecca laughed, and punched him in the arm. "Of course we're still on, you think I'd miss
spending time with you?"
Chris smiled, and wrapped his hands around her waist, kissing her gently on the forehead. "With
the women I'm surrounded by, I wouldn't really know."
Slowly he released her, as if he truly did not want to let go, and as he left the room, Rebecca
looked down at the silver ring on her finger, at the tiny perfect diamond that rested in it's
center and sighed. Even when the world was falling a part around them, people still found
happiness.
John and Leon sat in the overly stuffed sofa that rested in the corner, in what had become known
as the wardroom, and stared over at David, watching as the faint pale color that shone on his
face from the laptop changed. Finally he looked up at them, and shook his head. "I can't break
in, hacking isn't my usual forte."
A hint of a smile creaked his face, as he looked them, finally though the stony mask broke, and
they could all see relieve in his eyes. "Which means, we might actually have a break."
John and Leon both looked at each other. "A break?" John said, his deep voice as solemn as
ever, as he looked back at his friend, and boss.
"What's a break?" Leon said, continuing in pace with John. "I never heard of one of those."
Before David could answer, the two men slapped hands and started to laugh. Shaking his head
David reached over his desk and grabbed the tea that had sat there must of the morning and sipped
it. He groaned as the cold liquid washed down his throat, and quickly place the cup out of
sight, and went back to his screen, and sighed. "There is thought still the matter of Chris and
Rebecca's friend, Miss Valentine."
The laughter stopped, and both men looked at him, their eyes filled with uneasy. It had been
months since the Raccoon City incident, and it had been hard enough to find Chris and Barry, but
they had both been safely tucked away in Europe, and then Claire's disappearance . . . Too much
had happened in such a short time.
John spoke first. "Any word." Leon just stared at him.
David shook his head. The only news any of them had was that two or three helicopters had gone
into the city, but that was before even Claire had gotten there. After that there was nothing.
None of them knew if Jill Valentine had ever made it out of the city. "No, and it didn't help
matters that we moved Chris and Barry from Romania to Spain either."
Leon finally spoke. "It was to dangerous there, come on, Umbrella knew they where there!"
David nodded his head, it was true, the mysterious man Trent had told them as much before they
had done a little favor for him. "I know that." He held up a large tan folder and waited for
Leon to take it, the young ex-police officer never moved. With a slight frown David opened the
folder, and looked directly at Leon. "This is from our nice old friend Mr. Trent." David said,
his voice full of sarcasm. "Now what it says is a little disturbing, but usefully. They know
we're here Gentlemen, and they're just waiting patently for us." A bitter smile crossed his
face. "The least we can say is that they're well mannered."
Leon cursed.
"Smoking's bad for you." Jill said lightly as she stepped out of the small inn her and Carlos
had been staying at for little over a week. She would look for a few more days, then they'd move
on to the next village.
Carlos let out a little snorting laugh, and looked over at her, the faint light of his cigarette
casting an odd glow over his face. "I'm sorry, but I'm still not used to the fact of the living
dead, alright."
Jill drew her jacket tighter against her body, and smiled as she watched him take a large drag
out of the cigarette. "Rookie."
Before he could answer Jill swiped the cigarette from his mouth and took a large drag herself,
her body seeming to spasm in relief as the smoke rolled its way into her lungs. After a few long
seconds she released the smoke in a long sigh, then handed the cigarette back to Carlos.
"Thanks." She murmured as she leaned against the old stonewall of the inn, and looked down the
cobblestone street in the early dawn light. "I really wish." She said, looking up into the
brightening sky. "That I could just lay back for a moment and relax. To forget all this crap,
and just have a second of a normal life." She looked over to see Carlos staring at her, the
cigarette hanging limping in his mouth. He smiled and shook his head, suddenly finding the old
buildings across the cobblestone road highly interesting.
With a small sigh Jill pushed herself off the wall, and stepped back into the warmth of the inn,
leave Carlos to his study of Romanian building design.
Carter stared down at the cast that now incased his arm, only half listening to the conversation
going on in the small informal conference room. He didn't understand it; it was a pure blessing
just to have the lowest board member nod to you, but al of a sudden being invited to a meeting.
Carter shook his head, and ran his hand over the thick plaster of the cast.
"Something wrong Mister Carter."
Carter glanced up the tall slender man who stood next to him, his eyes cover by a pair of
sunglasses that seemed molded to his face, a large almost scary smile stretching that face even
further.
"Is everything alright?" The man asked again.
Carter shook his head, clearing the thoughts away as he tried to figure out who the man talking
to him was. "I - I'm fine sir." He said, embarrassed by how weak his voice sounded to his own
ears.
The man smiled and sat down in the chair next to Carter, and extended his hand. "I am Mister
Trent." The man said extending his arm. "But everyone calls me just Trent."
Carter smiled, and pointed down to the cast the covered his arm. Trent laughed. "I am sorry, I
had forgotten."
Carter looked at the man wide eyed for a moment. Forgotten? How could he have known what
happened last night?
Trent's smile seemed to get even wider, if that was possible. "Do not worry, mister Carter, I'm
on your side."
Carter couldn't help but notice that more then a few pairs of eyes were now on him and this
Trent.
Trent stood slowly, letting out a soft moan as he did, a sigh that he was surely up in the
years. "You look a little tired Mister Carter, I think these board meetings or a little to early
in the morning, don't you?"
Carter smiled, and stood, keeping his attention fixed on this mysterious Mister Trent who he had
never met before today, had never even heard of. Umbrella's a large company. His mind told him.
It probable has hundreds of people you never heard of. He smiled at the small comfort his mind
gave him. To bad it didn't work.
Mister Trent clasped his hand lightly on Carter's shoulder and started walking the boy to the
room's entrance. "You should lay down a little while longer. With a hearty shove Mister Trent
pushed Carter through the door, and into an oddly quiet hall.
"Go to your room." Mister Trent said as he quickly closed the doors to the informal boardroom.
Carter walked back toward his room in silence, it still surprised him, how much Umbrella could
fit into one of it's underground faculties. As he turned the last corner that would take him to
his room he stopped.
She leaned against his door, her shoulder length blonde hair covering her face as she leaned
forward and played with her gloved hands. She looked so vulnerable, so fragile as she leaned
against that door. He looked down at his arm, and knew she was far from being vulnerable. Yes,
but there are other ways to hurt a young girl. A small voice said in the back of his mind, a
voice that sounded so much like Mister Trent.
He stepped forward, hardly breathing as he walked toward her, his heart banging against his
chest. She looked over, a large smile appearing on her face, revealing teeth that seemed to
white. She pushed of the wall and clasped her hands in front of her. Carter couldn't help but
think how eloquent she looked.
"Mister Carter, please I want you to know." She paused, her eyes dropping to the floor. "I
didn't mean to do . . ." She choked, and looked back up at him, tears welling in her icy blue
eyes. "I just can't . . ."
Carter held up his hand, the one not attached to the broken arm, and smiled. "It's alright
Lady." He said as nicely as possible. "It isn't the first time I've gotten a bone broken on
me."
She smiled again, and quickly wiped the tears from her eyes, something inside of him made him
glad they were gone, tears didn't suit her. "Of course." She said, trying her best to sound
proper, and failing miserably at it. "But I do hope you will at least allow me to sign it.
Carter smiled, and dug a pen out of his coat pocket. Alexia quickly took it, and began to
hurriedly write on the pale white cast. Clasping the cap back on the pen she smiled and handed
it to him, and quickly ran off.
With a small smile Carter dug into his pocket for his keys and walked into his room, his eyes
widening a little as he saw the small wrapped box lying on his bed. Slowly, carefully he walked
over to it, and picked up the tiny card that rested next to it.
Be careful.
A friend.
It said.
Carter looked down at his cast, and his smile faded.
Watch yourself.
Alexia had written.
"Fear of Remorse"
By: NeoMoon
Rated: PG-13
Author's Note's: Resident Evil, Chris Redfield, Leon Kennedy Rebecca Chambers, Sherry Birkin,
Jill Valentine, Carlos and Umbrella Inc. are owned and copyrighted by Capcom and are used without
permission. David, Mr. Trent, and John are owned and copyrighted by the great author S.D. Perry.
Carter, Brig, and Young Lady Alexia are copyrighted by me. 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.
Chapter One:
Rebecca groaned, and tried to roll away from the small hands that where shaking her. Damn it,
why wouldn't anyone let her sleep?
"What?" She yawned as she slowly opened her eyes, and saw the young sandy haired girl staring at
her wide eyed.
"Good morning Miss Rebecca." The girl said, a large playful smile on her face.
Rebecca closed her eyes again dismissing what she had just seen as a dream. Sherry couldn't be
here, no she was with her Aunt in . . . "OWW!" She screamed as a sharp pain rolled up from her
shoulder. Her eyes shot up to look at the girl again, and let out a soft growl.
"You awake now?" Sherry said the playful smile still on her face.
Rebecca sat up in the bed, and stared at the girl straddling her waist. Finally she let out a
soft sigh and shook her head. "How ya doing squirt?"
The girl's cheeks puffed out. "Hey!"
Rebecca laughed. "Your right half pint would serve you better."
Sherry let out a dramatic sigh and jumped off the bed. "That's the last time I'm ever doing
Chris a favor." She pouted and turned to the door.
"Hey wait a sec!" Rebecca said as she stood up, and stretched. "You mind telling me what
brought you to Spain?"
The girl cocked her head, and looked at Rebecca with eyes that held too much for a girl her age.
"You don't know."
Rebecca shook her head, and knelt down to be eye leave with the child. "No, but I really don't
know anything do I?" She said, with a half smile, something in Sherry's tone, made her worry.
Had something happened?
Before the child could answer the door to the room opened. Rebecca glanced over at it, and
smiled, as she looked at the tall dark haired man. "Oh hey Chris!" She jumped up from her
kneeling position and walked over to him, stopping just a foot away, her hands clasped in front
of her. "Are you . . . Is everything okay."
A smile passed his face and he looked over at Sherry. "Yeah, David sent me after the rugrat."
"HEY!"
Rebecca stifled a laugh, not wanting to upset Sherry even more. Chris looked back at her and the
happy glitter in his eye was gone, replaced with a seriousness she knew all to well.
"I'll tell you later." He whispered, and turned his attention back to Sherry. "Come on, I'm
supposed to show you the town."
"You sure that's safe?" Sherry asked, her face seeming to pale.
Chris gave her a reassuring smile. "Trust me."
With a sigh the girl left the room, Chris looked back at Rebecca quickly and gave her a little
peak on the cheek. "Still up for tonight?" He asked in hushed voice, acting as if their recent
engagement was some big secret.
Rebecca smiled, and quickly hid it. "I really don't know." She said, her voice overflowing with
mock seriousness. "I got this terrible headache."
Chris shook his head and sighed dramatically. "Headaches already, great."
Rebecca laughed, and punched him in the arm. "Of course we're still on, you think I'd miss
spending time with you?"
Chris smiled, and wrapped his hands around her waist, kissing her gently on the forehead. "With
the women I'm surrounded by, I wouldn't really know."
Slowly he released her, as if he truly did not want to let go, and as he left the room, Rebecca
looked down at the silver ring on her finger, at the tiny perfect diamond that rested in it's
center and sighed. Even when the world was falling a part around them, people still found
happiness.
John and Leon sat in the overly stuffed sofa that rested in the corner, in what had become known
as the wardroom, and stared over at David, watching as the faint pale color that shone on his
face from the laptop changed. Finally he looked up at them, and shook his head. "I can't break
in, hacking isn't my usual forte."
A hint of a smile creaked his face, as he looked them, finally though the stony mask broke, and
they could all see relieve in his eyes. "Which means, we might actually have a break."
John and Leon both looked at each other. "A break?" John said, his deep voice as solemn as
ever, as he looked back at his friend, and boss.
"What's a break?" Leon said, continuing in pace with John. "I never heard of one of those."
Before David could answer, the two men slapped hands and started to laugh. Shaking his head
David reached over his desk and grabbed the tea that had sat there must of the morning and sipped
it. He groaned as the cold liquid washed down his throat, and quickly place the cup out of
sight, and went back to his screen, and sighed. "There is thought still the matter of Chris and
Rebecca's friend, Miss Valentine."
The laughter stopped, and both men looked at him, their eyes filled with uneasy. It had been
months since the Raccoon City incident, and it had been hard enough to find Chris and Barry, but
they had both been safely tucked away in Europe, and then Claire's disappearance . . . Too much
had happened in such a short time.
John spoke first. "Any word." Leon just stared at him.
David shook his head. The only news any of them had was that two or three helicopters had gone
into the city, but that was before even Claire had gotten there. After that there was nothing.
None of them knew if Jill Valentine had ever made it out of the city. "No, and it didn't help
matters that we moved Chris and Barry from Romania to Spain either."
Leon finally spoke. "It was to dangerous there, come on, Umbrella knew they where there!"
David nodded his head, it was true, the mysterious man Trent had told them as much before they
had done a little favor for him. "I know that." He held up a large tan folder and waited for
Leon to take it, the young ex-police officer never moved. With a slight frown David opened the
folder, and looked directly at Leon. "This is from our nice old friend Mr. Trent." David said,
his voice full of sarcasm. "Now what it says is a little disturbing, but usefully. They know
we're here Gentlemen, and they're just waiting patently for us." A bitter smile crossed his
face. "The least we can say is that they're well mannered."
Leon cursed.
"Smoking's bad for you." Jill said lightly as she stepped out of the small inn her and Carlos
had been staying at for little over a week. She would look for a few more days, then they'd move
on to the next village.
Carlos let out a little snorting laugh, and looked over at her, the faint light of his cigarette
casting an odd glow over his face. "I'm sorry, but I'm still not used to the fact of the living
dead, alright."
Jill drew her jacket tighter against her body, and smiled as she watched him take a large drag
out of the cigarette. "Rookie."
Before he could answer Jill swiped the cigarette from his mouth and took a large drag herself,
her body seeming to spasm in relief as the smoke rolled its way into her lungs. After a few long
seconds she released the smoke in a long sigh, then handed the cigarette back to Carlos.
"Thanks." She murmured as she leaned against the old stonewall of the inn, and looked down the
cobblestone street in the early dawn light. "I really wish." She said, looking up into the
brightening sky. "That I could just lay back for a moment and relax. To forget all this crap,
and just have a second of a normal life." She looked over to see Carlos staring at her, the
cigarette hanging limping in his mouth. He smiled and shook his head, suddenly finding the old
buildings across the cobblestone road highly interesting.
With a small sigh Jill pushed herself off the wall, and stepped back into the warmth of the inn,
leave Carlos to his study of Romanian building design.
Carter stared down at the cast that now incased his arm, only half listening to the conversation
going on in the small informal conference room. He didn't understand it; it was a pure blessing
just to have the lowest board member nod to you, but al of a sudden being invited to a meeting.
Carter shook his head, and ran his hand over the thick plaster of the cast.
"Something wrong Mister Carter."
Carter glanced up the tall slender man who stood next to him, his eyes cover by a pair of
sunglasses that seemed molded to his face, a large almost scary smile stretching that face even
further.
"Is everything alright?" The man asked again.
Carter shook his head, clearing the thoughts away as he tried to figure out who the man talking
to him was. "I - I'm fine sir." He said, embarrassed by how weak his voice sounded to his own
ears.
The man smiled and sat down in the chair next to Carter, and extended his hand. "I am Mister
Trent." The man said extending his arm. "But everyone calls me just Trent."
Carter smiled, and pointed down to the cast the covered his arm. Trent laughed. "I am sorry, I
had forgotten."
Carter looked at the man wide eyed for a moment. Forgotten? How could he have known what
happened last night?
Trent's smile seemed to get even wider, if that was possible. "Do not worry, mister Carter, I'm
on your side."
Carter couldn't help but notice that more then a few pairs of eyes were now on him and this
Trent.
Trent stood slowly, letting out a soft moan as he did, a sigh that he was surely up in the
years. "You look a little tired Mister Carter, I think these board meetings or a little to early
in the morning, don't you?"
Carter smiled, and stood, keeping his attention fixed on this mysterious Mister Trent who he had
never met before today, had never even heard of. Umbrella's a large company. His mind told him.
It probable has hundreds of people you never heard of. He smiled at the small comfort his mind
gave him. To bad it didn't work.
Mister Trent clasped his hand lightly on Carter's shoulder and started walking the boy to the
room's entrance. "You should lay down a little while longer. With a hearty shove Mister Trent
pushed Carter through the door, and into an oddly quiet hall.
"Go to your room." Mister Trent said as he quickly closed the doors to the informal boardroom.
Carter walked back toward his room in silence, it still surprised him, how much Umbrella could
fit into one of it's underground faculties. As he turned the last corner that would take him to
his room he stopped.
She leaned against his door, her shoulder length blonde hair covering her face as she leaned
forward and played with her gloved hands. She looked so vulnerable, so fragile as she leaned
against that door. He looked down at his arm, and knew she was far from being vulnerable. Yes,
but there are other ways to hurt a young girl. A small voice said in the back of his mind, a
voice that sounded so much like Mister Trent.
He stepped forward, hardly breathing as he walked toward her, his heart banging against his
chest. She looked over, a large smile appearing on her face, revealing teeth that seemed to
white. She pushed of the wall and clasped her hands in front of her. Carter couldn't help but
think how eloquent she looked.
"Mister Carter, please I want you to know." She paused, her eyes dropping to the floor. "I
didn't mean to do . . ." She choked, and looked back up at him, tears welling in her icy blue
eyes. "I just can't . . ."
Carter held up his hand, the one not attached to the broken arm, and smiled. "It's alright
Lady." He said as nicely as possible. "It isn't the first time I've gotten a bone broken on
me."
She smiled again, and quickly wiped the tears from her eyes, something inside of him made him
glad they were gone, tears didn't suit her. "Of course." She said, trying her best to sound
proper, and failing miserably at it. "But I do hope you will at least allow me to sign it.
Carter smiled, and dug a pen out of his coat pocket. Alexia quickly took it, and began to
hurriedly write on the pale white cast. Clasping the cap back on the pen she smiled and handed
it to him, and quickly ran off.
With a small smile Carter dug into his pocket for his keys and walked into his room, his eyes
widening a little as he saw the small wrapped box lying on his bed. Slowly, carefully he walked
over to it, and picked up the tiny card that rested next to it.
Be careful.
A friend.
It said.
Carter looked down at his cast, and his smile faded.
Watch yourself.
Alexia had written.