Part 8
Disclaimer: Here we go, once again. I own nothing but the plot, sorry. But I'm enjoying
this plot immensely, so it's enough for me!
Her brown hair damp with sweat from the "fever," Jill stared in shock at the scene
before her. She couldn't believe her own eyes. Carlos was pointing a gun at her. Carlos,
the very same Carlos whom she trusted just a mere hour before. She was more than
incredulous; she was aghast. How could she have been such a poor judge of character?
Not only was she disgusted with herself, but she was also scared. She hated to admit it,
but she was terrified. She had no desire to die...shot by a madman, no less, but she was
also fighting an overwhelming urge to scream. She could think of nothing else to do. She
was weak, unarmed...in a word, helpless. Helpless. God, that had to be her least favorite
word in the word, especially when describing herself.
Carlos was going through a few mental battles himself. He ran a hand distractedly
through his crisp black hair. 'Oh, nice one, Carlos. She sure loves you now, as you're
pointing a FREAKING GUN AT HER! Just breathe. Lower the gun, and make it seem
like it was a joke. Oh, yeah, they'll go for that. Better do something soon, because if
Chris gets in here, he's gonna kick your ass!' And Chris seemed to be winning his battle
with the door. The door was holding, but it was definitely cracking. Carlos, also hating to
admit it, felt a twinge of fear when he realized that, yes, Chris Redfield was outside that
door, and he wanted nothing more but to rip out Carlos' spine. Well, maybe not rip out
his spine, but he could tell that if Chris got through that door, Carlos would know nothing
but pain, and a lot of it. He didn't hold a candle to the strength of Chris Redfield,
especially not if Chris' temper was set off. He had seen Chris in a temper once, when
someone had called Claire a bitch. Yes, that guy would never call any girl any name ever
again. Chris...well, he wasn't sure he wanted to relive what Chris had done to him. He
suddenly realized that he was sweating, and he hastily wiped it out of his eyes.
Outside, Chris was having it out with the door that was keeping him from saving
Jill. Why, why, WHY did she insist on a solid oak door with a solid steel lock? To keep
Umbrella officials from coming in and taking her away for her experiences in the Arklay
Mansion and Raccoon City, of course. Unfortunately, now it was keeping Chris from
getting in and saving her. He realized now that he never should have trusted Carlos to
take care of Jill. If he hadn't been such a self-centered, jealous...but he wasn't going to
get into that now. All that mattered was that he got through this stupid door. With a
vicious kick, he heard a long craaaaaaack. Smiling with grim satisfaction, he began to
focus on the long crack that had appeared in the midsection of Jill's door. He would be
inside soon, and then, he would proceed to kill Carlos. Well, maybe not KILL him kill
him...he didn't want to go to jail. But he would bring him pretty close to death. Oh, yes.
Jill took a deep breath, and spoke. "Carlos." That one word caused Carlos' gun to
slip from his sweaty grasp, he was such a basket case. Jill licked her lips nervously-after
all, he DID have a gun- and spoke again, focusing on keeping her voice quiet, gentle and
NOT ACCUSING. "Carlos, I know you don't want to shoot me. Why you have a gun, I
don't know. But it doesn't matter why! All that matters is that I know that you don't want
to shoot me. You love me, remember? That's what you told me upstairs when I was still
bedridden, remember?" Jill said, grinning what she hoped was a winning smile.
Carlos held on to the gun tighter. "Then you said that you didn't love me!" he
exclaimed, his eyes wild.
Damn! "I wasn't sure then. I don't like to say that I love someone unless I'm sure.
But now I am sure. I do love you, Carlos. In Raccoon City, you saved me so many
times...how does someone forget about that?" she asked, compassion shining through her
face.
"What about Chris?" he asked sullenly. Carlos didn't want to think about him.
"Chris? Chris is my friend...I don't love him! I love you," she said. Hey, she'd
already lied to him so many times...she had to keep going.
"Carlos...do you love me?" she asked earnestly.
Carlos nodded quickly. Well...he thought he did, anyway.
"Please...to prove it to me...hand me the gun. Please..." she trailed off, holding
out her slender hand.
Carlos drew back, then realized that she really DID love him! Jill wouldn't lie!
She loved him! Even though he had drugged her and threatened to kill her! YES! He
made his way over to her, cautiously, and began to hand her the gun.
Jill's fingers were closing on the gun, relief flooding her soul. It was going to be
all right. She let out an enormous sigh of relief.
Unfortunately, Chris chose this exact moment to burst through the door into Jill's
living room.
Carlos, terror flooding his brain, yanked the gun from Jill's grasp and sent a wild
shot into the living room.
Chris, hearing the gun shot, jumped back from reflex. "What the hell? He has a
gun?" He couldn't believe this. Carlos was going to get his ass handed to him! He had a
GUN! He peeked carefully around the wall, to see Carlos fire another shot at his
forehead. Chris jumped back again. It was kind of hard to beat up someone when they
had a GUN. Coward. Chris crept toward the opening again, waiting for his chance.
"Carlos, NO!" The words burst almost unbidden from Jill's throat.
"Please...don't. Just...don't," Jill pleaded. Carlos turned to face her, the imploring note
in Jill's voice making him almost forget about Chris. Almost.
"Carlos, you can't do this. I know that you don't want to do this. Please, leave
Chris alone. Don't hurt him," Jill begged, seeing Chris begin to creep around the wall and
make his way toward Carlos.
"Why shouldn't I? Chris is going to kill me if I don't kill him first!" Carlos
exclaimed, throwing his hands-including the one that held the gun-in the air.
Unfortunately for Carlos, his hands did not come down again, as his wrists were caught
in midair by Chris. Carlos began to panic. "No, please! I didn't mean to shoot you! Please
don't hur-AUGH!" he broke off with a cry of pain as Chris' foot connected with his
spine. He fell to the floor, the wind knocked out of him. Chris picked him up by the
sweaty collar of his shirt. "Don't hurt you? I have every reason to hurt you. You LIED to
me, you tried to KILL me, as well as JILL, the woman I happen to LOVE." He
emphasized certain words with blows to Carlos' face. "I have EVERY reason to hurt
you." He repeated, blacking Carlos' left eye. Chris was filled with a rage like he had
never felt before. Carlos was going to hurt Jill! Oh, no, he would not get away with that.
Chris kicked Carlos in the stomach, pushing him back into the wall. Carlos, making a
surprisingly fast recovery, came back with a punch to Chris' cheek. Chris was so furious
with Carlos that he didn't even feel it. He punched Carlos right back, blacking his other
eye with his right and loosening several of his teeth with his left right after. With a
vicious uppercut, Carlos went flying into the wall. As he slid to the floor, his eyes
unfocused, his dazed mind realized that he had failed. Jill wouldn't love him...not now,
not ever. He felt that he was rising again, realizing that Chris was picking him up, but
Chris was behind him. He was holding his arms behind his back. Why was he doing that?
He saw a blurry shape coming toward him. Oh, it was Jill. What did she want? His
bewildered state recognized that she was drawing her hand back...no, wait! Don't!
Too late. Jill had already broken his nose with a fierce right hook. She smiled
grimly. She took his chin between her index finger and thumb, and forced Carlos to look
into the coldest eyes he ever hoped to see. "Sorry, Carlos honey, but no one-and I mean,
NO ONE- messes with the S.T.A.R.S. team and gets away with it." With a kick to his
chin, his head snapped back, and he slumped, unconscious.
Chris grinned. He and Jill had disposed of this...nuisance together. His rage had
filtered away, leaving him blissfully happy. He looked at Jill, only to see that she looked
thoughtful.
Jill was remembering...something that Chris had said when he was beating the
crap out of Carlos.
"Chris...when you were beating up Carlos...you said..." she trailed off, not
believing it.
"Yes?" Chris prompted. He didn't really remember what he had said, he was too
busy focusing on the better way to knock out Carlos' middle teeth.
"Well...you said that...that you love me," Jill blurted. "Did you-did you mean
it?" she asked, barely disguising the hope in her voice. God, how she hoped that he meant
it!
Chris looked down, his face suddenly closely resembling a tomato. "Well..."
HAHAHA! I'M LEAVING YOU HANGING! I know you all hate me now. Even
thought you probably all know the answer to Chris' question, HUMOR ME AND MAKE
ME THINK THAT I'M LEAVING YOU HANGING! Review please, that button down
there has a purpose.
Disclaimer: Here we go, once again. I own nothing but the plot, sorry. But I'm enjoying
this plot immensely, so it's enough for me!
Her brown hair damp with sweat from the "fever," Jill stared in shock at the scene
before her. She couldn't believe her own eyes. Carlos was pointing a gun at her. Carlos,
the very same Carlos whom she trusted just a mere hour before. She was more than
incredulous; she was aghast. How could she have been such a poor judge of character?
Not only was she disgusted with herself, but she was also scared. She hated to admit it,
but she was terrified. She had no desire to die...shot by a madman, no less, but she was
also fighting an overwhelming urge to scream. She could think of nothing else to do. She
was weak, unarmed...in a word, helpless. Helpless. God, that had to be her least favorite
word in the word, especially when describing herself.
Carlos was going through a few mental battles himself. He ran a hand distractedly
through his crisp black hair. 'Oh, nice one, Carlos. She sure loves you now, as you're
pointing a FREAKING GUN AT HER! Just breathe. Lower the gun, and make it seem
like it was a joke. Oh, yeah, they'll go for that. Better do something soon, because if
Chris gets in here, he's gonna kick your ass!' And Chris seemed to be winning his battle
with the door. The door was holding, but it was definitely cracking. Carlos, also hating to
admit it, felt a twinge of fear when he realized that, yes, Chris Redfield was outside that
door, and he wanted nothing more but to rip out Carlos' spine. Well, maybe not rip out
his spine, but he could tell that if Chris got through that door, Carlos would know nothing
but pain, and a lot of it. He didn't hold a candle to the strength of Chris Redfield,
especially not if Chris' temper was set off. He had seen Chris in a temper once, when
someone had called Claire a bitch. Yes, that guy would never call any girl any name ever
again. Chris...well, he wasn't sure he wanted to relive what Chris had done to him. He
suddenly realized that he was sweating, and he hastily wiped it out of his eyes.
Outside, Chris was having it out with the door that was keeping him from saving
Jill. Why, why, WHY did she insist on a solid oak door with a solid steel lock? To keep
Umbrella officials from coming in and taking her away for her experiences in the Arklay
Mansion and Raccoon City, of course. Unfortunately, now it was keeping Chris from
getting in and saving her. He realized now that he never should have trusted Carlos to
take care of Jill. If he hadn't been such a self-centered, jealous...but he wasn't going to
get into that now. All that mattered was that he got through this stupid door. With a
vicious kick, he heard a long craaaaaaack. Smiling with grim satisfaction, he began to
focus on the long crack that had appeared in the midsection of Jill's door. He would be
inside soon, and then, he would proceed to kill Carlos. Well, maybe not KILL him kill
him...he didn't want to go to jail. But he would bring him pretty close to death. Oh, yes.
Jill took a deep breath, and spoke. "Carlos." That one word caused Carlos' gun to
slip from his sweaty grasp, he was such a basket case. Jill licked her lips nervously-after
all, he DID have a gun- and spoke again, focusing on keeping her voice quiet, gentle and
NOT ACCUSING. "Carlos, I know you don't want to shoot me. Why you have a gun, I
don't know. But it doesn't matter why! All that matters is that I know that you don't want
to shoot me. You love me, remember? That's what you told me upstairs when I was still
bedridden, remember?" Jill said, grinning what she hoped was a winning smile.
Carlos held on to the gun tighter. "Then you said that you didn't love me!" he
exclaimed, his eyes wild.
Damn! "I wasn't sure then. I don't like to say that I love someone unless I'm sure.
But now I am sure. I do love you, Carlos. In Raccoon City, you saved me so many
times...how does someone forget about that?" she asked, compassion shining through her
face.
"What about Chris?" he asked sullenly. Carlos didn't want to think about him.
"Chris? Chris is my friend...I don't love him! I love you," she said. Hey, she'd
already lied to him so many times...she had to keep going.
"Carlos...do you love me?" she asked earnestly.
Carlos nodded quickly. Well...he thought he did, anyway.
"Please...to prove it to me...hand me the gun. Please..." she trailed off, holding
out her slender hand.
Carlos drew back, then realized that she really DID love him! Jill wouldn't lie!
She loved him! Even though he had drugged her and threatened to kill her! YES! He
made his way over to her, cautiously, and began to hand her the gun.
Jill's fingers were closing on the gun, relief flooding her soul. It was going to be
all right. She let out an enormous sigh of relief.
Unfortunately, Chris chose this exact moment to burst through the door into Jill's
living room.
Carlos, terror flooding his brain, yanked the gun from Jill's grasp and sent a wild
shot into the living room.
Chris, hearing the gun shot, jumped back from reflex. "What the hell? He has a
gun?" He couldn't believe this. Carlos was going to get his ass handed to him! He had a
GUN! He peeked carefully around the wall, to see Carlos fire another shot at his
forehead. Chris jumped back again. It was kind of hard to beat up someone when they
had a GUN. Coward. Chris crept toward the opening again, waiting for his chance.
"Carlos, NO!" The words burst almost unbidden from Jill's throat.
"Please...don't. Just...don't," Jill pleaded. Carlos turned to face her, the imploring note
in Jill's voice making him almost forget about Chris. Almost.
"Carlos, you can't do this. I know that you don't want to do this. Please, leave
Chris alone. Don't hurt him," Jill begged, seeing Chris begin to creep around the wall and
make his way toward Carlos.
"Why shouldn't I? Chris is going to kill me if I don't kill him first!" Carlos
exclaimed, throwing his hands-including the one that held the gun-in the air.
Unfortunately for Carlos, his hands did not come down again, as his wrists were caught
in midair by Chris. Carlos began to panic. "No, please! I didn't mean to shoot you! Please
don't hur-AUGH!" he broke off with a cry of pain as Chris' foot connected with his
spine. He fell to the floor, the wind knocked out of him. Chris picked him up by the
sweaty collar of his shirt. "Don't hurt you? I have every reason to hurt you. You LIED to
me, you tried to KILL me, as well as JILL, the woman I happen to LOVE." He
emphasized certain words with blows to Carlos' face. "I have EVERY reason to hurt
you." He repeated, blacking Carlos' left eye. Chris was filled with a rage like he had
never felt before. Carlos was going to hurt Jill! Oh, no, he would not get away with that.
Chris kicked Carlos in the stomach, pushing him back into the wall. Carlos, making a
surprisingly fast recovery, came back with a punch to Chris' cheek. Chris was so furious
with Carlos that he didn't even feel it. He punched Carlos right back, blacking his other
eye with his right and loosening several of his teeth with his left right after. With a
vicious uppercut, Carlos went flying into the wall. As he slid to the floor, his eyes
unfocused, his dazed mind realized that he had failed. Jill wouldn't love him...not now,
not ever. He felt that he was rising again, realizing that Chris was picking him up, but
Chris was behind him. He was holding his arms behind his back. Why was he doing that?
He saw a blurry shape coming toward him. Oh, it was Jill. What did she want? His
bewildered state recognized that she was drawing her hand back...no, wait! Don't!
Too late. Jill had already broken his nose with a fierce right hook. She smiled
grimly. She took his chin between her index finger and thumb, and forced Carlos to look
into the coldest eyes he ever hoped to see. "Sorry, Carlos honey, but no one-and I mean,
NO ONE- messes with the S.T.A.R.S. team and gets away with it." With a kick to his
chin, his head snapped back, and he slumped, unconscious.
Chris grinned. He and Jill had disposed of this...nuisance together. His rage had
filtered away, leaving him blissfully happy. He looked at Jill, only to see that she looked
thoughtful.
Jill was remembering...something that Chris had said when he was beating the
crap out of Carlos.
"Chris...when you were beating up Carlos...you said..." she trailed off, not
believing it.
"Yes?" Chris prompted. He didn't really remember what he had said, he was too
busy focusing on the better way to knock out Carlos' middle teeth.
"Well...you said that...that you love me," Jill blurted. "Did you-did you mean
it?" she asked, barely disguising the hope in her voice. God, how she hoped that he meant
it!
Chris looked down, his face suddenly closely resembling a tomato. "Well..."
HAHAHA! I'M LEAVING YOU HANGING! I know you all hate me now. Even
thought you probably all know the answer to Chris' question, HUMOR ME AND MAKE
ME THINK THAT I'M LEAVING YOU HANGING! Review please, that button down
there has a purpose.