Rules: To be followed by local members of the resistance
1. No getting up in the middle of the night if a guest is at your house or you are a guest at someone else's
2. Hall and bathroom lights must always be on after 7:00pm
3. Don't be late to see the shrink
4. After 8:00pm No one can answer the phone but Chris
5. Pet shops are ok, put pounds should be avoided
6. No hitting the driver
7. Music is chosen by a majority vote, if there are only two people the host/driver gets to choose
8. Men- girl sleepovers are a weekly occurrence, join at your own risk
9. Ladies- boys will have sleepovers, too, if you go over to the house you will most likely find them drunk or sleeping, enter at your own risk
10. Do not question the fairness of the PS2 gaming tournaments
11. Do not lick it unless you plan to buy it
13. All weapons must have a safety device and must be locked up
14. Sherry is NOT allowed to practice driving while any object is a hundred yards near her
-written by Jill, Chris, Carlos, Leon, Sherry, Rebecca, and Claire
Chris put the pen down and held up the list, his chicken writing hardly readable. Everyone was in the living room, fitting cozily on the couch or two chairs, Chris leaning over the table to finish writing the list in the dim lamp light. Two months ago the last Umbrella facility was destroyed. But they weren't celebrating, the news had reported the same story four months ago, and five months ago, to say Umbrella had a lot of labs would be an understatement.
To say the fight was easy would be a lie. Mansions, hotels, cities, underground labs, Antarctica wasn't the last place filled with zombies just dieing to give you a hickey. Chris looked around the room, his family was here, but they weren't the family he knew back in 1998. Well, considering he didn't even know half of them in 98' but that wasn't the point. He shook his head to clear his thoughts, suddenly he realized he had been staring at Jill. Again. Damnit! He also noticed he had missed a conversation, an important one judging by the glare Leon was giving him.
"Chris! I said, 'can you type that up into readable copies?'" Leon handed him the list, when did Chris let go of that? He didn't know.
"Uh, yeah. Sure. I'll, just, uh… grab my laptop." He stood up, wiggling himself out from between Claire and Carlos, and headed out of the living room slowly, still lost in his thoughts.
Somewhere along the way the media got a hold of what they were doing. Some stupid reporter who was doing a story on people being eaten decided to check and see if any other cities had the same problem. It seems Umbrella isn't as careful as we thought, Chris chuckled. 47 other occurrences, all with one thing in common. Well, besides killer dogs and zombies. Umbrella facilities were all located in the area. So it was out, just like that, Umbrella was blamed. And, since Umbrella was this huge worldwide company, the news spread like wildfire.
Chris reached a door at the end of the hall, slowly twisting the knob and pushing it open before scraping his hand along the wall for the light switch. He drifted back to his thoughts. They hadn't covered their tracks well, either. Soon the news of their resistance joined the news of Umbrella's crimes, it was only then that Chris got a good estimate of just how many of them there were. He knew that Leon had friends, along with Carlos, and Sherry's parents had lots of allies, not to mention Steve's friends and Ada… anyway, the number? 428. His jaw dropped the first time he heard it, and everyone had a name, which Umbrella now had on a list somewhere. The news gave them new enemies, like the governments of foreign countries along with America, but the number of cops who joined…
He grabbed the laptop off of a table, along with the printer from the floor. They were left unplugged because paranoia in the group was at an all time high. Hackers, like most of their fears, seemed immature and stupid during the day, but at night they became obsessively real. The reason he put rule #4 on the list. Jill would call, scared of something, or Leon would call asking stupid things like if the X-Box really had a chip that watched you in it, Carlos would talk about the news people on the TV giving him glares, and he also got calls from other resistance fighters. Thank God the line was safe.
Chris sighed, turning to leave the room only to find Jill in the doorway, the darkness in the empty hall trying to steal her away from him.
"Are you ok?" She smiled a sad smile, watching him.
No. "Yeah." I'm scared, and so tired. "I'm fine." Don't leave. "When will you be out of here tonight?" Please say you'll stay.
Her sad smile returned. "A few minutes. We all are."
Oh. "Oh." Chris reached to run a hand through his hair, realizing he still had the laptop and printer. "Well, let me get these printed for you guys, first." Jill nodded, turned and walked out, the darkness finally stealing her away from him, like after the mansion... He sighed, the sleepless nights of phone calls wearing him down. He was in love with her, he knew it, just like Leon hung off of his sister. He even thought she might love him back, or at least like him more than Carlos. Like Claire liked Leon. Stupid Umbrella, he couldn't even date because… what was his excuse again? Oh yeah, if he lost her while they were, uh, involved, he'd never get over it. A little lie… A big lie. He knew it wasn't true, if he lost her now he'd probably never forgive himself for sitting on his ass and not making a move.
Chris turned off the light with his elbow and headed down the lightless hall lined with puke green carpeting and flower wallpaper, tearing here or there. So the house was old… filled with boxes… only had two bedrooms, a kitchen, and a living room… it was… Chris stopped by a window, the branches scraping against it.
His mind flashed back to the mansion, the wall paper changing a different shade and the hall becoming longer in front of his eyes. The dog jumped through the window, spraying him with glass and leaping on him before he could reach for his 9mm, blood splashing everywhere… His teeth coming mere millimeters from Chris's arm. He fell to the ground and dropped the laptop, caught in the moment, and reached for his 9mm. His hand grazed his side just as the laptop hit the floor. He jumped at the sound and the hallway switched back to normal. He lay on his back and breathed deeply, sweet breaking out slowly as the adrenalin left his system. So tired… so real. Get up before the memories come back, Chris. If they find out your hallucinating…
"Chris? Are you ok?" Jill rushed over to him after seeing him on the floor. Her face came into his vision. Huh… don't remember that part…
"Yeah…" The truth? No, she didn't ask, so I can lie. "Tripped."
"You sure?" Lock of hair falling from behind her ear. His hand reached an inch off the floor before he forced it back down. No touchy. "What's that?" She tilted her head and looked down at his arm where the laptop was. He looked down, too. Blood. Blood? From the dog? No… the computer, I must've… Chris turned his head and saw the broken laptop with a wire sticking out, it's tip coated with blood. …smashed it. Shit.
She touched his chin, just barely, with her finger and thumb. His head snapped back towards hers, he swallowed. "You need to sleep, Chris."
He broke eye contact, looking back at the smashed laptop. He must've thrown it down. "Can't…"
Jill stood up, holding out her hands for Chris Redfield to take. He sat up, a hand immediately grabbing his head. Stupid insomnia, why do feeling tired and having a headache feel so alike? He blindly reached out for Jill with his other hand, which she grabbed, pulling him up. He reached for the printer, which had survived the fall, but Jill held out her hand.
"Leave it."
Ok. "Ok…" He slowly relaxed as she guided him down the hall, her arm wrapped around his for support, the wound forgotten. The hairs on the back of Chris' neck stood up after a few feet. What if… what if the dog were still there… he hadn't killed it, after all… Jill felt him tense up, he didn't dare look behind him, because then it would know he knew it was there…
"Chris?" Jill rubbed his flexed arm. "What's wrong?" He had his eyes closed shut, so Jill just finished leading him into the living room. Claire was the only one left, Sherry in bed and everyone else staying at different safe houses. Jill escorted Chris over to one of the two cheap recliner chairs and shoved him down. He slowly opened one eye, then the other.
Claire watched him as Jill went to the kitchen to get a glass of water. "You should go to sleep."
Chris raised a tired eyebrow, "can't sleep… Dog'll come back…" Nightmares, everyone had them, even Chris. Jill set the glass of water down on the table and slid her finger delicately over the small scratch that damned laptop gave him. The wound had closed, it wouldn't scar over, that was good. Chris immediately relaxed at the light touch, his eyes drifting shut, no dog in his mind, just Jill. Just Valentine. Just…
"He's out." Claire grabbed his water. "Well, I'm off to my room, Sherry still has nightmares." She stood up and headed down that stupid hall.
Jill nodded, watching Chris sleep, her fingers dancing lightly on his arm. "Everyone does."
A/N I don't own RE or it's characters. Right. Well, here's what I'm thinking. For each one of the rules I do a chapter. That would make this a LD fick… that is to say; light and dark. Or I could just leave it. And I think I might mess around with the POVs, maybe throw in some romance. R/R and tell me what you think!
1. No getting up in the middle of the night if a guest is at your house or you are a guest at someone else's
2. Hall and bathroom lights must always be on after 7:00pm
3. Don't be late to see the shrink
4. After 8:00pm No one can answer the phone but Chris
5. Pet shops are ok, put pounds should be avoided
6. No hitting the driver
7. Music is chosen by a majority vote, if there are only two people the host/driver gets to choose
8. Men- girl sleepovers are a weekly occurrence, join at your own risk
9. Ladies- boys will have sleepovers, too, if you go over to the house you will most likely find them drunk or sleeping, enter at your own risk
10. Do not question the fairness of the PS2 gaming tournaments
11. Do not lick it unless you plan to buy it
13. All weapons must have a safety device and must be locked up
14. Sherry is NOT allowed to practice driving while any object is a hundred yards near her
-written by Jill, Chris, Carlos, Leon, Sherry, Rebecca, and Claire
Chris put the pen down and held up the list, his chicken writing hardly readable. Everyone was in the living room, fitting cozily on the couch or two chairs, Chris leaning over the table to finish writing the list in the dim lamp light. Two months ago the last Umbrella facility was destroyed. But they weren't celebrating, the news had reported the same story four months ago, and five months ago, to say Umbrella had a lot of labs would be an understatement.
To say the fight was easy would be a lie. Mansions, hotels, cities, underground labs, Antarctica wasn't the last place filled with zombies just dieing to give you a hickey. Chris looked around the room, his family was here, but they weren't the family he knew back in 1998. Well, considering he didn't even know half of them in 98' but that wasn't the point. He shook his head to clear his thoughts, suddenly he realized he had been staring at Jill. Again. Damnit! He also noticed he had missed a conversation, an important one judging by the glare Leon was giving him.
"Chris! I said, 'can you type that up into readable copies?'" Leon handed him the list, when did Chris let go of that? He didn't know.
"Uh, yeah. Sure. I'll, just, uh… grab my laptop." He stood up, wiggling himself out from between Claire and Carlos, and headed out of the living room slowly, still lost in his thoughts.
Somewhere along the way the media got a hold of what they were doing. Some stupid reporter who was doing a story on people being eaten decided to check and see if any other cities had the same problem. It seems Umbrella isn't as careful as we thought, Chris chuckled. 47 other occurrences, all with one thing in common. Well, besides killer dogs and zombies. Umbrella facilities were all located in the area. So it was out, just like that, Umbrella was blamed. And, since Umbrella was this huge worldwide company, the news spread like wildfire.
Chris reached a door at the end of the hall, slowly twisting the knob and pushing it open before scraping his hand along the wall for the light switch. He drifted back to his thoughts. They hadn't covered their tracks well, either. Soon the news of their resistance joined the news of Umbrella's crimes, it was only then that Chris got a good estimate of just how many of them there were. He knew that Leon had friends, along with Carlos, and Sherry's parents had lots of allies, not to mention Steve's friends and Ada… anyway, the number? 428. His jaw dropped the first time he heard it, and everyone had a name, which Umbrella now had on a list somewhere. The news gave them new enemies, like the governments of foreign countries along with America, but the number of cops who joined…
He grabbed the laptop off of a table, along with the printer from the floor. They were left unplugged because paranoia in the group was at an all time high. Hackers, like most of their fears, seemed immature and stupid during the day, but at night they became obsessively real. The reason he put rule #4 on the list. Jill would call, scared of something, or Leon would call asking stupid things like if the X-Box really had a chip that watched you in it, Carlos would talk about the news people on the TV giving him glares, and he also got calls from other resistance fighters. Thank God the line was safe.
Chris sighed, turning to leave the room only to find Jill in the doorway, the darkness in the empty hall trying to steal her away from him.
"Are you ok?" She smiled a sad smile, watching him.
No. "Yeah." I'm scared, and so tired. "I'm fine." Don't leave. "When will you be out of here tonight?" Please say you'll stay.
Her sad smile returned. "A few minutes. We all are."
Oh. "Oh." Chris reached to run a hand through his hair, realizing he still had the laptop and printer. "Well, let me get these printed for you guys, first." Jill nodded, turned and walked out, the darkness finally stealing her away from him, like after the mansion... He sighed, the sleepless nights of phone calls wearing him down. He was in love with her, he knew it, just like Leon hung off of his sister. He even thought she might love him back, or at least like him more than Carlos. Like Claire liked Leon. Stupid Umbrella, he couldn't even date because… what was his excuse again? Oh yeah, if he lost her while they were, uh, involved, he'd never get over it. A little lie… A big lie. He knew it wasn't true, if he lost her now he'd probably never forgive himself for sitting on his ass and not making a move.
Chris turned off the light with his elbow and headed down the lightless hall lined with puke green carpeting and flower wallpaper, tearing here or there. So the house was old… filled with boxes… only had two bedrooms, a kitchen, and a living room… it was… Chris stopped by a window, the branches scraping against it.
His mind flashed back to the mansion, the wall paper changing a different shade and the hall becoming longer in front of his eyes. The dog jumped through the window, spraying him with glass and leaping on him before he could reach for his 9mm, blood splashing everywhere… His teeth coming mere millimeters from Chris's arm. He fell to the ground and dropped the laptop, caught in the moment, and reached for his 9mm. His hand grazed his side just as the laptop hit the floor. He jumped at the sound and the hallway switched back to normal. He lay on his back and breathed deeply, sweet breaking out slowly as the adrenalin left his system. So tired… so real. Get up before the memories come back, Chris. If they find out your hallucinating…
"Chris? Are you ok?" Jill rushed over to him after seeing him on the floor. Her face came into his vision. Huh… don't remember that part…
"Yeah…" The truth? No, she didn't ask, so I can lie. "Tripped."
"You sure?" Lock of hair falling from behind her ear. His hand reached an inch off the floor before he forced it back down. No touchy. "What's that?" She tilted her head and looked down at his arm where the laptop was. He looked down, too. Blood. Blood? From the dog? No… the computer, I must've… Chris turned his head and saw the broken laptop with a wire sticking out, it's tip coated with blood. …smashed it. Shit.
She touched his chin, just barely, with her finger and thumb. His head snapped back towards hers, he swallowed. "You need to sleep, Chris."
He broke eye contact, looking back at the smashed laptop. He must've thrown it down. "Can't…"
Jill stood up, holding out her hands for Chris Redfield to take. He sat up, a hand immediately grabbing his head. Stupid insomnia, why do feeling tired and having a headache feel so alike? He blindly reached out for Jill with his other hand, which she grabbed, pulling him up. He reached for the printer, which had survived the fall, but Jill held out her hand.
"Leave it."
Ok. "Ok…" He slowly relaxed as she guided him down the hall, her arm wrapped around his for support, the wound forgotten. The hairs on the back of Chris' neck stood up after a few feet. What if… what if the dog were still there… he hadn't killed it, after all… Jill felt him tense up, he didn't dare look behind him, because then it would know he knew it was there…
"Chris?" Jill rubbed his flexed arm. "What's wrong?" He had his eyes closed shut, so Jill just finished leading him into the living room. Claire was the only one left, Sherry in bed and everyone else staying at different safe houses. Jill escorted Chris over to one of the two cheap recliner chairs and shoved him down. He slowly opened one eye, then the other.
Claire watched him as Jill went to the kitchen to get a glass of water. "You should go to sleep."
Chris raised a tired eyebrow, "can't sleep… Dog'll come back…" Nightmares, everyone had them, even Chris. Jill set the glass of water down on the table and slid her finger delicately over the small scratch that damned laptop gave him. The wound had closed, it wouldn't scar over, that was good. Chris immediately relaxed at the light touch, his eyes drifting shut, no dog in his mind, just Jill. Just Valentine. Just…
"He's out." Claire grabbed his water. "Well, I'm off to my room, Sherry still has nightmares." She stood up and headed down that stupid hall.
Jill nodded, watching Chris sleep, her fingers dancing lightly on his arm. "Everyone does."
A/N I don't own RE or it's characters. Right. Well, here's what I'm thinking. For each one of the rules I do a chapter. That would make this a LD fick… that is to say; light and dark. Or I could just leave it. And I think I might mess around with the POVs, maybe throw in some romance. R/R and tell me what you think!