Chris opened his eyes to find himself in bed, at home, by himself?
'What?' he thought to himself, 'Maybe it was just a dream maybe Alana left
for good yesterday before I came home, I dunno.' He sat up looking around,
he listened, but there wasn't any noise. Assuming something was wrong, he
jumped out of bed, threw on his pants, and ran out into the hall. Stopping
at the end of the hall, he just realized that maybe she was just in the
kitchen. "You really are dumb sometimes." He said to himself in a low
voice.
He turned the corner, and there she was, talking to someone on the
phone. "Yeah, he just woke up." She said into the receiver. She still
didn't sound too good, and she still looked sick too. "okay.alright, we'll
see you then, bye." And she hung up the phone. "Jill wants us to meet her
for breakfast." Alana said, looking at Chris, who still need to brush his
hair.
"I can't." He said, looking dumbfounded at Alana.
"Why?" she said in a 'you had better give me a good reason' kind of voice.
"I have to help Leon move." He said, then thinking about it, Leon's not
going anywhere, he just has to go hang out at his place all day, no big
deal.
"Oh, I didn't know he was moving." She said, "Huh, okay!" She said
shrugging her shoulders. She walked past him down the hall, to the closet.
She took out her jacket. It was a medium length brown leather jacket, that
buttoned up the front. She turned from the closet and started back down the
hall, she walked by Chris again, but he grabbed her arm, making her stop in
front of him. "Yes."She said looking somewhat concerned.
"I.I just wanted to look at you for a minute." He said, still holding her
arm. "You've been looking different to me lately, but I don't know why." He
just kept looking at her, her expression changed from concerned to a
slightly angry look. But she didn't move.
"Maybe it's because you're never around anymore." She said coldly, just
looking at him, waiting for his answer. She assumed it would be something
like 'Well, it's not really my fault.'
"You're right." He said, holding on to her arm tighter, "I haven't been
around enough at all, I promise that I'll be around more." He looked down
at the floor, then looked back up at her. "I really am sorry." He just
looked at her, he looked sorry.
"It's okay, maybe it's just not meant to be, things end up like that,
sometimes. I was sure that everything we had was over yesterday. And now
look, your still here, and so am I. Nothing has changed."
He didn't know what to say, he wasn't sure how to respond to that, was she
saying it was a bad thing, or a good thing. He was so confused! "I.I.uh."
He just stood with a very confused look on his face.
Alana laughed a little. Then pulled away from his now weakened grasp, and
headed to the door. "I'll be back around five, after this I'm going to
check out this old theater on the upper east side. You want to come?" She
asked invitingly.
He saw what was different about her now, she was older looking, when he
first met her she still looked so young, she still had a child's energy in
her face, but now.she'd been through a lot too. A deep scar on her neck
showed that she had her share of Umbrella also, so much lost for nothing.
Her youth lost so thousands could die, was it worth it? Was it worth it for
any of them? She seemed to think so, but he didn't. His sister, too looked
older now, the same energy lost. It was sad, but. "Huh?" He said looking
over at Alana questioningly.
"Do you want to go?" She asked again.
"Uh."he answered.
"What is with you today?" She said, not really a question, opening the
door. "Bye." Then she walked out.
"Bye." He said as she shut the door.
Alana entered the restaurant and scanned the room for Jill. She saw her at
a table not too far away. As she walked towards her she saw Jill notice
her. "Hey!" She said happily as she approached the table.
"Hi!" Jill responded.
"So, what was so important that I had to see you right away?" Alana asked
jokingly.
"Did Chris speak to you last night, about something?" Jill hoped the answer
would be yes.
"Well, that depends on what something is." Alana answered.
"About he and yourself." Jill said leaning up to the table a little more.
Alana's expression changed from happy to somewhat sad. "Yes, actually. He
did."
"Oh, alright, than he told you?" Jill said leaning back into the seat.
"Told me what?" Alana questioned, looking concerned.
'ah shit.' Jill thought to herself 'He never told her.'
"Well, told me what?" Alan asked again, sounding a little annoyed.
"Chris has been." Jill didn't know what else to say, she didn't want to
tell her. "He has been seeing me.a lot, and-"
"Stop." Alana said sitting up straight in her chair.
"Huh?" Jill said, she was confused.
"I can't believe this." Alana said sounding and looking hurt. "I figured he
was seeing someone else, but I never thought it would be you. I always felt
strange about him going places with you and doing things with you, but I
knew that if he made any kind of advance towards you, you wouldn't go any
farther with it. I guess I was wrong!" Alana's voice rose as she started
speaking again. "You of all people, I thought that you had some respect for
me, I always did for you, I never did anything to you to deserve this."
"But I-" Jill started.
Alana cut her off, "Goodbye, Jill." She then stood up and walked out of the
restaurant. Everyone stared at Jill, since she was still sitting at the
table, she all of a sudden felt very uncomfortable.
Chris was just hanging around watching T.V. when the door opened. "Hey!" He
said in a friendly voice, "I thought you weren." he stopped. Something had
upset Alana to the point that she was shaking. He could tell by the look on
her face she had come across some bad news. He had an idea of what it was.
"You son of bitch." Alana spat at him as she walked farther into the
apartment, "I just spoke with Jill, and-" She stopped tears had come to her
eyes, and she could no longer speak. She stood for a moment more, then
melted down on to the floor. She put her hands over her face and just sat
on the floor, with nothing more to say.
"Alana," Chris started, in a comforting voice as he jogged over to where
she was. He knelt down on the floor next her. "C'mon, it wasn't anything,
it didn't mean anything." He just put his arm around her shoulders and
knelt there for a minute. Then she looked up at him.
"It wasn't anything?" she repeated in a low voice. Her face stained with
tears. "I'm sorry, Chris, that I just wasn't enough for you."
"No." he said, in still in a low comforting tone. He put either of his
hands on either of her shoulders and turned her towards him. "That's not it
at all." He said still making her look at him. "You were plenty, you were
everything I needed."
"Obviously not." She said in a not-so-friendly tone "For get it, she pushed
his hands away and stood up, he then stood up too. "I don't even care about
any of this, you can have it. I have to go, but I'll be back later, to get
anything I need then I'll be gone, forever." She turned to walk out the
door, then turned back towards him and said "But remember, every night when
you go to sleep, that used to be me, you used to care." Then she turned and
left, not giving him a second look.
8:00 pm
Jill had been walking the streets of New York for about four hours now, and truly felt sorry for Alana, though decided that she shouldn't have put so much faith in her, how would she know if she would react to Chris or not, besides she came on to him, he wanted nothing to do with her. 'Oh well.' She thought, 'Too late to be regretful now.' She continued to walk, then noticed a black car, following her. She began walking faster, and in too more crowds of people, but it was always there. 'Where Am I' She said to herself, looking up at a street sign. 'Chris' place is near here. I'll head that way.' She crossed the street, then walked around the whole block just o see if she was being paranoid first, but she wasn't. She continued to walk n the direction of Chris's apartment, hoping she would get there in time. As she got to the corner of the block his building was on, she sprinted down the side walk and burst into the building. The car came to a screeching halt outside and two men, each with gun in hand, jumped out. They started towards the building, deciding the elevator was good, she jumped inside the departing one. "As she jumped in she noticed everyone inside staring at her, she was hot and sweaty, and most likely looked nervous, besides that she didn't live in the building.As the elevator reached the correct floor she leapt into the empty green hall. Sprinting to the door, and banging furiously "Chris! Let me in, please!" she shouted. And the door opened, there stood Chris, looking somewhat angry, but concerned. "Umbrella!" She said, then e pulled her in the apartment. "What?!" He said, sounding upset, already heading for the closet. He had a handgun in there, it would be good in case anything was happening. "I think that Umbrella's following me!" She said frantically. "Alright." Chris answered he pulled her over to where he would have a good shot if someone were to come in. He turned out the lights, and waited. About 3 minutes later, the door opened a figure walked into view BOOMBOOMBOOM three shots, 'whoever it was is disabled now.' He thought to himself, three shots to the abdomen, whoever it was would be dead in 20 minutes. He was happy with himself until he heard it, a moan, someone crying in pain. 'Oh god, no.' He thought as he dropped the gun and ran over to the one he shot. he fell to the ground next to the body writhing in pain on the floor. Jill turned on the lights. She gasped as she saw the body lying on the floor was Alana. "Call 911!" Chris shouted to her. She ran to the phone. "Hello? There's been an accident!" Alana lay on the stretcher in the emergency room, doctors running back and forth, orders being shouted, but she could barely hear any of it, everything had gotten so quiet, but not peaceful, she was still in immense pain, but it faded as time wore on. She turned her head to see out the window in the small crowded room. There he was, standing, looking at her. His expression one of worry. 'I can't believe this all meant that much to him.' She thought 'Enough to kill me?' That thought alone made her want to die. She didn't want this to happen at all. No, she could tell by the look on his face he didn't mean it, he wasn't after her. She thought about Raccoon, about before Umbrella, about how happy things were, and she felt peaceful, everything turned black, and she was alone again. Chris watched from the small window the gave him a view of the ER, there she was lying on the table, she looked over at him, he knew that she was going to be alright, she had to be. The nurses running around the room, doctors hovering over her, doing what they could to save her. Then, she closed her eyes, and he could hear the high pitched sound of the heart monitor go flat, a solid screech, and she was gone, and he was the one who killed her. But, there was still a chance! "Clear!" the doctor shouted. Then slammed the electric paddles onto her chest, nothing. The nurse went to the window and closed the curtains, he could no longer see, but had a feeling she would make it. He walked to the waiting area in the next room and sat down to wait.
20 minutes later.
"Mr. Redfield?" The Young female doctor asked as she walked in to the waiting room. "Yes?" Chris said, standing up from his chair. "I'm sorry to inform you that-" "Oh no." He said dropping into the chair. "Her heart stopped too long ago, by now, even if we could revive her, she would be brain dead, there was nothing we could do." The doctor looked at him for a moment then left. " He sat just string out into space or a moment, then felt his eyes get watery, he put his head in his hands and tried as hard as he could not to cry, but couldn't help it. He just stayed there for a while, until he felt better about everything, then he went home, to sleep.
I hope everyone enjoyed the story, I worked hard on it! Anyway, there it is, the end, reviews appreciated! Thanks so much! Another story is coming soon, I'm writing the first chapter!
8:00 pm
Jill had been walking the streets of New York for about four hours now, and truly felt sorry for Alana, though decided that she shouldn't have put so much faith in her, how would she know if she would react to Chris or not, besides she came on to him, he wanted nothing to do with her. 'Oh well.' She thought, 'Too late to be regretful now.' She continued to walk, then noticed a black car, following her. She began walking faster, and in too more crowds of people, but it was always there. 'Where Am I' She said to herself, looking up at a street sign. 'Chris' place is near here. I'll head that way.' She crossed the street, then walked around the whole block just o see if she was being paranoid first, but she wasn't. She continued to walk n the direction of Chris's apartment, hoping she would get there in time. As she got to the corner of the block his building was on, she sprinted down the side walk and burst into the building. The car came to a screeching halt outside and two men, each with gun in hand, jumped out. They started towards the building, deciding the elevator was good, she jumped inside the departing one. "As she jumped in she noticed everyone inside staring at her, she was hot and sweaty, and most likely looked nervous, besides that she didn't live in the building.As the elevator reached the correct floor she leapt into the empty green hall. Sprinting to the door, and banging furiously "Chris! Let me in, please!" she shouted. And the door opened, there stood Chris, looking somewhat angry, but concerned. "Umbrella!" She said, then e pulled her in the apartment. "What?!" He said, sounding upset, already heading for the closet. He had a handgun in there, it would be good in case anything was happening. "I think that Umbrella's following me!" She said frantically. "Alright." Chris answered he pulled her over to where he would have a good shot if someone were to come in. He turned out the lights, and waited. About 3 minutes later, the door opened a figure walked into view BOOMBOOMBOOM three shots, 'whoever it was is disabled now.' He thought to himself, three shots to the abdomen, whoever it was would be dead in 20 minutes. He was happy with himself until he heard it, a moan, someone crying in pain. 'Oh god, no.' He thought as he dropped the gun and ran over to the one he shot. he fell to the ground next to the body writhing in pain on the floor. Jill turned on the lights. She gasped as she saw the body lying on the floor was Alana. "Call 911!" Chris shouted to her. She ran to the phone. "Hello? There's been an accident!" Alana lay on the stretcher in the emergency room, doctors running back and forth, orders being shouted, but she could barely hear any of it, everything had gotten so quiet, but not peaceful, she was still in immense pain, but it faded as time wore on. She turned her head to see out the window in the small crowded room. There he was, standing, looking at her. His expression one of worry. 'I can't believe this all meant that much to him.' She thought 'Enough to kill me?' That thought alone made her want to die. She didn't want this to happen at all. No, she could tell by the look on his face he didn't mean it, he wasn't after her. She thought about Raccoon, about before Umbrella, about how happy things were, and she felt peaceful, everything turned black, and she was alone again. Chris watched from the small window the gave him a view of the ER, there she was lying on the table, she looked over at him, he knew that she was going to be alright, she had to be. The nurses running around the room, doctors hovering over her, doing what they could to save her. Then, she closed her eyes, and he could hear the high pitched sound of the heart monitor go flat, a solid screech, and she was gone, and he was the one who killed her. But, there was still a chance! "Clear!" the doctor shouted. Then slammed the electric paddles onto her chest, nothing. The nurse went to the window and closed the curtains, he could no longer see, but had a feeling she would make it. He walked to the waiting area in the next room and sat down to wait.
20 minutes later.
"Mr. Redfield?" The Young female doctor asked as she walked in to the waiting room. "Yes?" Chris said, standing up from his chair. "I'm sorry to inform you that-" "Oh no." He said dropping into the chair. "Her heart stopped too long ago, by now, even if we could revive her, she would be brain dead, there was nothing we could do." The doctor looked at him for a moment then left. " He sat just string out into space or a moment, then felt his eyes get watery, he put his head in his hands and tried as hard as he could not to cry, but couldn't help it. He just stayed there for a while, until he felt better about everything, then he went home, to sleep.
I hope everyone enjoyed the story, I worked hard on it! Anyway, there it is, the end, reviews appreciated! Thanks so much! Another story is coming soon, I'm writing the first chapter!