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Chap 7-Healing Rage
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Disclaimer-I own absolutly nothing that has to to with Reident Evil.*Walks away and comes back pulling Rebecca to his goped. He finally notices that the camera is still watching him.*Umm ^_^*he pushes rebecca onto the goped and drives away.*
Claire's body went limp Chris's arms They all stared at him waiting to see what he would do next. He put Claire down on the ground slowly as a single tear dripped from his face then looked up at the group. "I....." There was a long silence then Jill stepped forward and put a hand on Chris's shoulder. Chris stared into her watery eyes. He then turned to Mark who was sort of in shock. "You said that there's still another one of those things out there?"
Mark nodded. "Possibly more than one. There is way of telling how many there are until We kill the first proto type which in this case happened to be Birkin. But he's dead so theres no way of telling."
Jill put her gun into the holster then turned to Mark. "But wouldn't the other Birkin, the one that was born because the real Birkin tested it on himself, wouldn't that Birkin be able to figure out how many were left?"
Mark shook his head no. "Thats not how we would be able to figure it out. The way you find out how is by cutting open the perons stomach and seeing how many purple lines are on there intestines, each purple line represents one Rival."
Jill looked at him and narrowed her eyes. "So what you mean is that there is know way of telling how many Rivals there are?"
Mark shook his head. "I never said that," Mark holstered his Raptor. "all we need to do is to go back to Raccoon and kill the "mother", got it?"
Chris shook his head. "No didn't you just sa-"
"I said there is no way of telling how many BIRKINS there are."
Chris turned and walked away.
"We are going back to Raccoon as soon as possible. Get all your stuff ready."
He then turned to the lounge door and went inside.
Mark turned to Jill. "Are you ready?"
Jill pulled mark into a room. Suddenly Jill broke out into tears and fell into Mark's chest then wrapped her arms around his waist. She buried her head into his chest. "I've been through a lot of bad things in my life but this is the worst. Steve died. Claire died. I can't belive this is happening."
Suddely she lifted her head. She then looked up at Mark and said one word. "Umbrella."
Suddenly Mark pulled his head down and kissed her. She lifted her arms highed up around his neck as the kiss grew more passionate.There tounges explored each others mouths as there saliva mixed together. Jill closed her eyes savoring every last drop of it. Mark shifted his position so her back was against a wall. He put his arm around her waist pulling her closer. Jill moaned against his lips as she ruffled her hand in his hair. Marks tounge twirled around Jill's mouth as he reached down to take off her shirt.
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Chris pushed a clip into his Desert Eagle. 'I can't belive shes gone. She was the only thing I had left. Now shes gone.' Chris sat down at the lounge table. Clear tears dripped down his face and onto the floor. He rested the palms of his hands on his eyes and sniffled. He let his arms fall to the table hitting something cold and metal. He looked at his arm and saw Claire's gun. He picked up the gun and looked at it. 'I have nothing more to live for.' Chris slid the lock and put the gun to his head. Suddenly he felt a warm hand on his shoulder. He looked up to see the scared face of Rebecca. "Geez Rebecca, you scared the crap out of me. I didn't even know you were there." Rebecca just kept stareing at him. all of a sudden she reached down and grabbed both guns. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?"
Chris leaned back, startled at the girls voice.
"I was-"
"Shut up!"
"But-"
"Shut UP!"
"Rebecca calm down your overreac-"
"Chris, get a grip! You were just about to kill yourself! Nobody can take anymore death."
"Rebecca I didn't know what I was doing."
"You wanna see what it's like?!"
Rebecca put the barrel of Claire's gun into her mouth and started to pull the trigger. Chris quickly pulled the gun away.
"Rebecca what are you doing!?"
She looked up at him.
"See what its like?"
Chris hung his head then finally responded. "I'm sorry."
Rebecca looked down at him. "It's ok, now lets go tell the others to get going. He got up still holding Claires gun. Rebecca holstered his gun not noticing.
They walked outside the lounge looking for Mark and Jill.
Chris looked around.
"Where are they?"
Rebecca looked around a hallway.
"I don't know."
Chris walked over to a door and turned the handle. It swung open to reveal Mark and Jill pressed up against a wall sliding to second base.
Jill looked up from her session with Mark to see Chris standing in the doorway. She pushed him away and looked into Chris's eyes. Mark looked at the two.
"Ok, what did I miss."
Chris looked at Mark then back at Jill.
"How could you?" He said weakly.
Jill walked towords Chris a little bit. "Chris I'm sorry...."
"Sorry isn't enough!!"
Chris drew Claire's pistol and aimed it at her.
She backed up against the wall. "Chris what are you doing?!?!"
"What I should've done a long time ago."
He squeezed the trigger. Jill braced herself for them impact but instead felt something slam into her shoulder knocking her down.
Mark had only felt the pain for a moment bit then fell unconciouss.
When Mark awoke he was laying in the seat of a plane. Suddenly Jills teary eyed face popped into his blurred vision. Mark sat up. "Where are we?"
Jill seemed to be relieved that he was ok. "We are on a plane going back to Raccoon."
Mark looked around the cabin. It was totally empty. He could hear Chris talking to Rebecca in the cockpit. Mark remember the bullet hitting him. "Are you ok?" he asked calmly. "I'm fine." He started to stand up but felt a sharp pain in his shoulder. He touched his shoulder then sat back down.
Jill sat in a seat across from. "The bullets out but the wound is still bad."
Mark felt his sde for his raptor magnum but it was gone. "Wheres my gun?"
Jill pointed to the seat next to him. He picked it up. "Get Chris."
Jill shook her head "Sorry, Chris is kinda angry at himself after what he did to you."
Mark narrowed his eyes. "He will be sorry, after I'm done with him."
Jill shook her head. "I've already done the worst I could do to him."
Mark tilted his head. "What?"
Jill chuckled. "Have you ever been beaten up by a girl before?"
Mark then closed his eyes and started to fall asleep again.
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Chris stared into the fog as he layed back in the cockpit seat. Suddenly he felt the same warm hand on his shoulder again then Rebecca sat in the co-pilots seat.
Chris looked over at her. "I can't belive what I did..."
Rebecca laughed. "I can't belive what Jill did to you!"
Chris hung his head in shame. "Yes, that was very painful."
Suddenly Rebecca stopped laughing. "Chris, do you relize that we aren't even the least bit scared? I mean a regular person would have shit there pants by now! I mean were making jokes at a time like this!"
Chris chuckled. "Thats because well weve been tthrough worse."
Rebecca looked at him. "No we haven't. Claire died Chris. Claire died."
Suddenly Chris started to cry again. Rebecca put a hand on his shoulder. "It will be alright."
Chap 7-Healing Rage
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Disclaimer-I own absolutly nothing that has to to with Reident Evil.*Walks away and comes back pulling Rebecca to his goped. He finally notices that the camera is still watching him.*Umm ^_^*he pushes rebecca onto the goped and drives away.*
Claire's body went limp Chris's arms They all stared at him waiting to see what he would do next. He put Claire down on the ground slowly as a single tear dripped from his face then looked up at the group. "I....." There was a long silence then Jill stepped forward and put a hand on Chris's shoulder. Chris stared into her watery eyes. He then turned to Mark who was sort of in shock. "You said that there's still another one of those things out there?"
Mark nodded. "Possibly more than one. There is way of telling how many there are until We kill the first proto type which in this case happened to be Birkin. But he's dead so theres no way of telling."
Jill put her gun into the holster then turned to Mark. "But wouldn't the other Birkin, the one that was born because the real Birkin tested it on himself, wouldn't that Birkin be able to figure out how many were left?"
Mark shook his head no. "Thats not how we would be able to figure it out. The way you find out how is by cutting open the perons stomach and seeing how many purple lines are on there intestines, each purple line represents one Rival."
Jill looked at him and narrowed her eyes. "So what you mean is that there is know way of telling how many Rivals there are?"
Mark shook his head. "I never said that," Mark holstered his Raptor. "all we need to do is to go back to Raccoon and kill the "mother", got it?"
Chris shook his head. "No didn't you just sa-"
"I said there is no way of telling how many BIRKINS there are."
Chris turned and walked away.
"We are going back to Raccoon as soon as possible. Get all your stuff ready."
He then turned to the lounge door and went inside.
Mark turned to Jill. "Are you ready?"
Jill pulled mark into a room. Suddenly Jill broke out into tears and fell into Mark's chest then wrapped her arms around his waist. She buried her head into his chest. "I've been through a lot of bad things in my life but this is the worst. Steve died. Claire died. I can't belive this is happening."
Suddely she lifted her head. She then looked up at Mark and said one word. "Umbrella."
Suddenly Mark pulled his head down and kissed her. She lifted her arms highed up around his neck as the kiss grew more passionate.There tounges explored each others mouths as there saliva mixed together. Jill closed her eyes savoring every last drop of it. Mark shifted his position so her back was against a wall. He put his arm around her waist pulling her closer. Jill moaned against his lips as she ruffled her hand in his hair. Marks tounge twirled around Jill's mouth as he reached down to take off her shirt.
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Chris pushed a clip into his Desert Eagle. 'I can't belive shes gone. She was the only thing I had left. Now shes gone.' Chris sat down at the lounge table. Clear tears dripped down his face and onto the floor. He rested the palms of his hands on his eyes and sniffled. He let his arms fall to the table hitting something cold and metal. He looked at his arm and saw Claire's gun. He picked up the gun and looked at it. 'I have nothing more to live for.' Chris slid the lock and put the gun to his head. Suddenly he felt a warm hand on his shoulder. He looked up to see the scared face of Rebecca. "Geez Rebecca, you scared the crap out of me. I didn't even know you were there." Rebecca just kept stareing at him. all of a sudden she reached down and grabbed both guns. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?"
Chris leaned back, startled at the girls voice.
"I was-"
"Shut up!"
"But-"
"Shut UP!"
"Rebecca calm down your overreac-"
"Chris, get a grip! You were just about to kill yourself! Nobody can take anymore death."
"Rebecca I didn't know what I was doing."
"You wanna see what it's like?!"
Rebecca put the barrel of Claire's gun into her mouth and started to pull the trigger. Chris quickly pulled the gun away.
"Rebecca what are you doing!?"
She looked up at him.
"See what its like?"
Chris hung his head then finally responded. "I'm sorry."
Rebecca looked down at him. "It's ok, now lets go tell the others to get going. He got up still holding Claires gun. Rebecca holstered his gun not noticing.
They walked outside the lounge looking for Mark and Jill.
Chris looked around.
"Where are they?"
Rebecca looked around a hallway.
"I don't know."
Chris walked over to a door and turned the handle. It swung open to reveal Mark and Jill pressed up against a wall sliding to second base.
Jill looked up from her session with Mark to see Chris standing in the doorway. She pushed him away and looked into Chris's eyes. Mark looked at the two.
"Ok, what did I miss."
Chris looked at Mark then back at Jill.
"How could you?" He said weakly.
Jill walked towords Chris a little bit. "Chris I'm sorry...."
"Sorry isn't enough!!"
Chris drew Claire's pistol and aimed it at her.
She backed up against the wall. "Chris what are you doing?!?!"
"What I should've done a long time ago."
He squeezed the trigger. Jill braced herself for them impact but instead felt something slam into her shoulder knocking her down.
Mark had only felt the pain for a moment bit then fell unconciouss.
When Mark awoke he was laying in the seat of a plane. Suddenly Jills teary eyed face popped into his blurred vision. Mark sat up. "Where are we?"
Jill seemed to be relieved that he was ok. "We are on a plane going back to Raccoon."
Mark looked around the cabin. It was totally empty. He could hear Chris talking to Rebecca in the cockpit. Mark remember the bullet hitting him. "Are you ok?" he asked calmly. "I'm fine." He started to stand up but felt a sharp pain in his shoulder. He touched his shoulder then sat back down.
Jill sat in a seat across from. "The bullets out but the wound is still bad."
Mark felt his sde for his raptor magnum but it was gone. "Wheres my gun?"
Jill pointed to the seat next to him. He picked it up. "Get Chris."
Jill shook her head "Sorry, Chris is kinda angry at himself after what he did to you."
Mark narrowed his eyes. "He will be sorry, after I'm done with him."
Jill shook her head. "I've already done the worst I could do to him."
Mark tilted his head. "What?"
Jill chuckled. "Have you ever been beaten up by a girl before?"
Mark then closed his eyes and started to fall asleep again.
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Chris stared into the fog as he layed back in the cockpit seat. Suddenly he felt the same warm hand on his shoulder again then Rebecca sat in the co-pilots seat.
Chris looked over at her. "I can't belive what I did..."
Rebecca laughed. "I can't belive what Jill did to you!"
Chris hung his head in shame. "Yes, that was very painful."
Suddenly Rebecca stopped laughing. "Chris, do you relize that we aren't even the least bit scared? I mean a regular person would have shit there pants by now! I mean were making jokes at a time like this!"
Chris chuckled. "Thats because well weve been tthrough worse."
Rebecca looked at him. "No we haven't. Claire died Chris. Claire died."
Suddenly Chris started to cry again. Rebecca put a hand on his shoulder. "It will be alright."