By Durtii Pheengurnaillzz
Disclaimer: It belongs to Capcom, SD Perry...yadda yadda...I own Kevin, Regina, Anna....yadda yadda...
Chapter 10: Acting from the Heart
A/N: thanks for all the reviews. I'm still cookin up more thanks to ya'll.
A/N: More Chris n' Jill. Chris n' Jill anybody? Got summore Chris n' Jill. Not much for Chris n' Jill naked. It wouldn't work right now, but hey it's Chris n' Jill nonetheless. So two more important revelations'll come out in this chapter. Not too far from the final battle. Trent'll show up by the cabin next chapter as guided by Kevin's dragging hands, and an order to reveal the truth of Umbrella, but you'll hafta to wait because right now we've got that issue with the
She was sitting the living room watching the fireplace crackle. Chris was outside on the green relaxing as she went to the kitchen to grab a sandwich, and came back to rest. Chris hadn't talked about much with what was going on with umbrella except about how stunned he was that they had gotten away with so much. His mind didn't work that way. He would jump from one thought to another at a time and never stay focused on one subject unless he was on the battlefield where only the present mattered, and he was alert. She had been back to his room a few times looking through the blueprints that Kevin had mailed. Though parts of Umbrellas experiments even escaped her mind, if she could understand the gist of it all perhaps that was enough. She would have rather just sat down and turned on the TV.
Heading back into his room she saw all of his things hung a little more straight than usual. There was some clutter but not as much as usual. he had to straighten up, because this cabin had become the home of the ex S.T.A.R.S for awhile now, and it baffled Jill as to why no one had shown up to kill them yet. No secret agents had come dropping out of the sky, armed to get rid of them all. Umbrella was acting rather slow to everything that happened. They knew who the S.T.A.R.S were, and if they wanted to destroy them, they could have done it a long time ago. They must have figured that the zombies would have done the job but apparently there were survivors on the team, and even new allies joining in the cause. Still it wasn't enough. It bugged Jill to wonder why she was still alive. It made her shake and shiver, but she tried to tune out such disturbing thoughts. Who cared about why Umbrella hadn't acted in finding and eliminating the S.T.A.R.S yet? The only logical answer was that they must have believed that the S.T.A.R.S did not pose so much of a huge threat to them. Umbrella must have still thought they were too weak to do anything, or perhaps with all the unrest among the workers of the company, Umbrella was headed for its own civil war, and had to worry more about the danger of a mutiny within its own people than simply searching for eight little rats that knew more about their company than they were supposed to. With the information they had who would believe them. They would need to infiltrate a lab, and get a photo of a live tyrant killing somebody or something worse to get the people to believe her story.
As she sat on the bed peeking through papers, ironically a photo of one had fallen out. She'd seen lots of photos concerning Umbrella but none like these, and the one she picked up was taken just two days ago.
The radio by Chris's desk (which also recorded messages) was sitting there along with the rest of his things. Right there and she couldn't believe that she never noticed it before. The message that was spewing out was the very voice of Carlos. She had rarely heard from him, and was inclined to listen deeply.
Chris had finally come inside. As soon as he stepped through the door he heard the message going off and it seized his heart. He swore that he put it away just an hour ago. Who could have been playing it? NO! That was a really dumb question. Who else was in the house at the time?
He saw her as he walked through the door, and was speechless trying to think of something to tell her. HE knew what he would do though. He wouldn't escalate the situation by trying to grab for the radio. He just stood there hanging his head knowing that he had a lot of explaining to do. His expression admitted his guilt.
They stood there. Both of them were silent, and staring at each other for the longest time. Chris didn't want to break the silence because he knew that as soon as he did, he'd be arguing with Jill, but with the confrontation already taking place, arguing seemed inevitable. He had to say something.
"Jill I'm sorry I broke our promise-"
" Weren't thinking clearly again?" She cut in. As sharp as she usually did.
"No I wasn't, and I didn't even realize it."
"It was the same thing that sent you to Europe without me. This is what I was telling you about. Why'd you do it?"
"I guess it's the same reason why some thought I was just a war hog. Sure I'm peaceful but when I get a tactic or a idea I just live and go by it, and a lot of times when I did that in the past I forgot about the person next to me."
"The thing that scares me the most Chris is that...you're right. I don't understand you sometimes, and you call for me to always run with you on your adventures, and when you go off so fast, and leave me behind I just sit there all confused. I try to catch up with you but it takes so long to find you again. Example one. Raccoon City."
"Don't remind me."
"Shouldn't I? I thought maybe you forgot about Raccoon since you're keeping silent to me now like you've always been back at the office. If you told me things like when the chief was giving you trouble, and you were close to losing your job instead of hiding it. Claire didn't know what to tell me. I felt like I was intruding in your life when you called me someone you love. A close friend who just wants to help. Doesn't that mean anything?"
"You're right." He gave it all up to her. Jill snickered
"Don't just tell me I'm right."
"All right then I'll start with the papers and let you know everything Carlos, and I did. I can't change the fact that I lied. I was even sarcastic about it asking you if I ever lied that last time we talked in this very room because I've been doing it ever since I first knew how to, but I can try to make up for not telling everybody tonight when Carlos calls. Okay I was nervous, and I only wanted you guys to get the official story from me when all the labs were cleared out. That way our morale would be high, and we would just go after Umbrella knowing that the moment was right, and not having to worry at early hand about what they could do in retaliation for the bombings while we were still in preparations."
"You can do better than that."
"Uhh...I knew you'd say 'No'."
"That's the Chris I know..See it's not the operation that bothers me, but if we all knew about this maybe we could think about what we were going to do, and plan a little more or something."
" It's the only way." Chris reassured her
" Well it may be the only way, but Umbrella is probably as mad as a hornet now, and they'll be vacuuming out the woods. They'll probably come now and we won't be ready."
" Yes we will."
" How come?" she challenged him
" Because we are going tonight. You see. I was thinking of everybody this time. I was going to tell you all tonight."
His eyes told her. He wasn't kidding at all, but he'd managed to hold off the news for long enough. Jill noticed that even Barry was getting the spirit back to fight again, and after Kevin, and Rebecca's endeavor they were ready to go out and make em all pay no matter the odds. Didn't need to ask Carlos. He was already out there flying ex umbrella soldiers to sneak in and destroy labs. Even the other new guy..Leon was showing spirit, and if Claire came back, she'd probably be willing to go if she was by her brother's side. Those two were an inseparable family, but she herself was a little unsure if things would work out. Did that mean she should argue? But everyone was ready to leave. She couldn't hold up the bunch, though if she was feeling unsure she had to let Chris know unlike keeping her feelings to herself so much like the way he did.
" I..don't know if this is right. What if something bad happens while were running. We've always been running Chris."
" That's what I meant when we run together. It's a big challenge ain't it? Were not running from slow zombies anymore. We were actually running from the world. Now that you know this. Are you willing to come with me? It'll be dangerous I know, but as long as we're all together we can even ride a storm this big. That's what I was trying to ask you in bed last time."
She thought about it, and she felt so reluctant but Chris was really begging her this time. Those eyes of his. That determination was always so hard to avoid. She admired it. It was one of the many reasons why she loved him. Maybe if she couldn't keep up with him, then she wasn't running fast enough. She just had to be more willing. It was what her father always wanted of her in the first place.
" Okay?" She barely got out. Her tone questioning her words. This was certain death that they were discussing.
" Honestly." He challenged with soft words. Soft but they pierced through the shield of her heart. Her heart wanted to follow him, and her words were the only thing holding it back.
" Okay." she lowered her head. She didn't know why a tear was coming down. She'd faced great peril before. Maybe because she was now among a select vulnerable few who were the only thing standing between a world of danger that would do everything in it's power to silence them, and a new world weapon. She had been out of combat for awhile, and feeling alienated a bit by war all over again like she was back at the mansion when it all began, she was afraid of dying. But the reaper had finally reared his ugly head. Chris didn't seem all that afraid. Did that mean his fate wasn't sealed?
" It'll be okay Jilly." He whispered and shook her a bit while holding her in his arms
" Please don't let me die."
" Of course I won't. Everything'll be just fine."
She looked up at his eyes for assurance again. Something she could really use. Though the situation looked like brave boy, scared girl it truly wasn't. Rebecca was as brave as they came, maybe she'd do better as Chris's partner. No. He chose Jill Valentine, and she'd proven amazing resolve with Carlos, she could do it again.
She looked up into the eyes of the one who encouraged her. Her only reason to fight was because of him
She moved her head towards him. Her open lips reaching towards his as her eyes closed. Chris accepted it easily. Though he himself wasn't sure at all what the hell he was doing either, and he was scared, he knew that he couldn't wait forever.
He kept the kiss going as long as she wanted it ,and held her right there. Perhaps the cabin was magical. whenever they were in the room. They were never pissed at each other. They just talked to each other in such easy ways, and they always resolved their differences in there. Perhaps he
should come back later when the war was won and him, and Jill could be there together. It'd be the perfect place because the spell was already working.
Spencer sat at his desk horrified. He'd had gotten the aerial photos delivered to him just a few hours ago, and the latest results blew him away. He knew that some of the labs of his competitors had been destroyed. All the more better for him, but what he didn't know was that two of his very own facilities had been wiped out completely. He stared at the pieces from down below. Woodland had become desert. though in black, and white, the impact was too much for his very own eyes. He knew workers down at these labs very well. Some of these bright aspiring youths he had helped achieve scholarships, and they came to work for him because the knew him ,and loved their old teacher. Now reports were saying that no one on the premises had lived. Who could have done this? People who may have created a mutiny within his own company? Most likely but who? He didn't have any records of people that would supposedly be alive. The last of his elite squad had surely been killed and accounted for back at the lab outside Calais. Everyone else was at the last lab that had been destroyed. Even before evacuation. It left only one object of consideration. Some of those rogue SWAT policemen from his Racoon City establishment were reported to be in Europe. That was the last thing Wesker had told them . Of course their chances of survival against him were a million to one, but apparently someone had detonated his labs. Still they were just a bunch of foolish vigilantes running low on pistol ammo, and marked for death. How could they have done so much? What other organization would they know that could help them? the UBCS was surely destroyed in Racoon. They were accounted for as well...by who?...by...WESKER! That rat had fed him faulty info ever since he was becoming wayward, and had dropped off the face of the earth for a month. So in truth he was unaware of who was alive, and who really was dead. The reports were accurate, and made sense, but whoever wasn't surely accounted for was considered another live enemy to kill, and Spencer had to keep tabs on everything, and everybody. He was paranoid to the max now, but he couldn't be too afraid. Whoever tried to sneak up and destroy him still had a lot to go through to catch him. A powerful man was hard to target, and it was only a week till his final masterpiece would be unleashed. The unleashing of his company's worst creation kept underground till now, and their wrath would swallow this side of the continent whole. Not just a horde of viral beings but the danger that virus spread in the air would be enough to upset the world, and only a person such as him who controlled no real bombs, had no nation, but just a mind, and dangerous chemistry would be the one to do it.
He got on the phone and made the order for his last set of facilities to be put on code red alert. The order made it quick through out the rest of his plants. He sat back in his office looking at the virus that he had just completed last night. The greatest one of all. Better than Dr. Marcus, better than his lab partner Sir Alexander, better than William Birkin. This was what he actually considered selling to so many nations to make their soldiers, and when the juice fouled up, they would poison their own countries, and be taught the ultimate lesson that their craving for chaos, and war, and power would only lead to the destruction of life, and Sir Edward Spencer would be the man to close the curtain on them and everybody. To show them all the truth. When an international state of emergency spread, and more of the virus exploded through the air by bomb deployment. He could choose to let it sink upon so many lands, or he could choose to let it die off in the air. In the end however. No matter what came. They would know his name.
He walked downstairs into his private lab and stared at all the cases where his own human corpse experiments were kept. They weren't just corpses anymore. His children were working just fine but his wife looked rather strange. She hadn't changed a bit from the very night that he had killed her. Just another normal body. What had he done to her? Looking at her face he felt more regret for his foolish action. He stared at her lifeless green eyes and drew a frown instead of a straight face for the first time in his adult life.
" Lisa dear. I miss you."
He didn't actually say the words. They beat out from his heart.
In the dark of a laboratory she felt the cold on her back. Her memory was gone, but she couldn't be sure of that either. she saw images in her head, but couldn't confirm if they actually happened to her or not. Looking over to her side she saw that se was in some sort of watery rejuvenation tank. What'd she need it for? She was just fine wasn't she? It was hard to get a look out the window with her body in manacles but she could almost see everyone that was locked up down here. Looking to her left, there was the body of some Asian woman with short hair, and a white haired fellow, who was somewhat overweight to her left. His face pale like he'd been out the cold of Russia. Forest was written on another one of the juvy tanks, and there was a long row of tanks that said Trevor Family on them. There was one that was empty it said subject yet to be delivered but squinting even harder with the eye power of a set of binoculars that she never remembered having she could make out the little name written on a red note on the edge of the tank. The name said 'Grames.'
Her memory returned. With that she let out a gasp that sent a large bubble floating up. She couldn't sleep for the rest of that night, and closed her eyes with worry trying to look as dead as possible upon seeing a scientist walk in and examine her tank.
" We'll let her stay for a few more weeks before we take her to the boss."
Close call.
A/N:End chapter! That's it for now. R&R , observe and get back to me., enjoy it and lemme know about it. There aren't many ways to say this but I'd REALLY like to know how this chapter went. Even more than my other ones. Even if you're just reading by, and aren't suddenly taken by this story I still gotta know what to work on. Thanks for everybody who did review. You get ultimate dap. On that thought I'd like to give a shout out to BLOODLUVA, living, written proof that Ada is one cool mamajama. A big-up to Aran, and that Sakura wherever you are, and anybody who even read this so far. I got more to make but I'm loving your comments. keep it up. I grow wiser with each of them. Peace.