Hola fanfic people. This is chapter 4 of my first 'published on ff.net and
first fic put on a website around the world' fanfic. Ok, the contest went
kinda well, I guess... Ok, people, this was 1999, the Morning View CD
wasn't even in production yet, let alone on Australian CD shelves! But,
nonetheless, someone pointed this out(with a little outside help), so
here's her name, and read her fics, they're good. Joanne Beverly figured
out chapter 3, so props to her. Ok, the contest for this chapter is done,
but for those who don't know what it is, here's the lowdown: I insert an
out-of-place thing in the fanfic and if you think you know what's out of
place, put it in a review and GIVE ME PERMISSION TO PUT YOUR NAME ON THE
NEXT CHAPTER, otherwise your name won't be there. This is for fun, no
prizes except for self-gratification that you kicked this chapter's ass.
That's it. Nothing else. On with the fic. Hey, stop looking at me weird....
THE ASSAULT Chapter 3: The Redfields Still Do Australia
By: EvilQuatreX(aka me. See? I'm not a figment of your imagination! I'm not, honest!!!)
It was around 1:00 at the hotel where the Redfields were staying for the night. They booked the first flight to America for the following day, so they would have to be at the airport by 8 in the morning. Claire was getting ready for when they leave by sleeping in her room, but Chris was still awake. Not that he chose to stay awake, but something nagging at him from inside made him stay awake, only long enough to fulfill one task before they left for their home country.
Chris was at the pay phone, but bought a phone card before going down there, dialing the numbers on the back of the card. While he was punching in the numbers, he heard footsteps above him. Being as paranoid as anyone would be after being with them on Antarctica, he accidentally lost concentration and pushed the wrong button.
"Dammit," was Chris's only reply to the footsteps, probably belonging to room service or a late night guest getting some ice or what-not. After he collected his nerves once again, he inserted another coin into the pay phone and dialed the numbers shown on the back of the card.
"Hello, please dial the number." The automated voice was Chris's signal to dial numbers like crazy, hitting each number he wanted exactly and without hesitation. Soon after, he heard a dial tone. One ring. Twice. A third time. Chris waited until someone picked up.
Back in America, The 4 survivors of Umbrella's bio-organic weapons were sitting around doing nothing. The city they were in never slept, so why should they? Every now and then, Barry would fall asleep in front of the TV, but he was totally knocked out on the couch, snoring away. However, one member of the four was not in front of the TV. Instead, she was in her room, polishing the glock that was against the forehead of an Umbrella Research and Development crew member they caught recently.
She took out the clip, pulled back the chamber to let the last bullet fly out, only for her to catch it in her hand and put it back into the magazine. She looked at the gun like it was her friend. It was one of many of her friends, but didn't come close to the friend she lost for some time now.
"Shit. Why did things have to come to this? Why the fuck are we in this mess?" she questioned herself silently. "I haven't heard from him in the longest time, but I don't believe he's dead. Never. Nothing could kill him, nothing. He's invincible, like Superman or something. Yeah..." She drifted off into thought, then finally let a few tears flow from her closed eyes. Then, in a flash, she loaded the clip back into her gun, pulled the chamber back and pointed the gun to her head, still having her eyes closed and shedding tears.
"....My superman...." was all she said.
The telephone rang.
"Now who the hell calls at this time of day? I swear to god if it's another telemarketer I'm going to kill all of them," Jill said coldly as she went for the phone, recollecting her senses but still keeping the gun in her hand in case it was a telemarketer.
"Hello," Jill said without emotion.
"....................Jill?" was all Jill heard from the receiver.
At that moment, Jill let the gun fall out of her grip and fell to her knees sobbing at the sound of the voice on the phone.
"C-Chris? I-i-is that really you? Oh my god, are you all right, where are you, did you find Claire, are you hurt," an innumerable amount of questions came from Jill until Chris ended them.
"Shh, everything's all right, Claire and I are in Australia in a hotel, we booked a flight to the states that leaves at 8:20 here, but I don't know when we'll get to LAX, so I guess we'll just wing it from there."
"........" Jill was speechless at the sound of Chris's voice. She didn't know what to say, all of her dreams were about to be flushed away with the gun, but he saved her again. "...I.....I'l....no, we'll go pick you up, we'll wire you money so you can get a flight here, as much as you need, but how? How did yo...all of this happen?"
"eh....it's a long story, I'll tell you when we get back. We're both fine, no major wounds or any bones broken, don't worry, we're fine, thanks," Chris said over the phone.
"Ok. I don't know what to say, I mean, you don't know how much I missed you while you were away I..I..."
"Shh...everything's fine now, don't worry. We'll be back soon. We'll talk when we get back, ok?" Chris tried so hard to comfort the person who had kept him alive throughout the incident in Antarctica. He didn't want the phone call to end, but he knew the phone card wouldn't last forever, so he said a last good bye to Jill before he hung up and went to the room for some sleep, his task completed.
Jill, once cold and disheartened by Chris's leave, hung up the phone and went out of the room with a chipper grin on her face, explaining the good news to the other 3 on the couch and floor. They would once again see Chris and Claire Redfield in full working condition. Upon hearing the good news, they decided to pass out two rounds of shots from a bottle of Jim Beam: one shot for Chris, and one shot for Claire.
After the shots, Jill finally decided to get some sleep. She then started to dream about Chris making it back in one piece.
7:30 Australia. The alarm clock had woken both Claire and Chris, and both were ready to meet some old friends. They took everything they bought the day before and left the hotel while snagging a couple of doughnuts from the continental breakfast the hotel was holding. They arrived at the airport at 8, received their tickets, went through security and waited for their flight. On the way to their flight's door, they passed a familiar face, but they both didn't care to give her notice. They walked by as she was 'helping' other customers. The Redfields could tell the clerk couldn't make heads or tails of what the Asian couple she was attending to was saying.
As they reached their flight door, they checked in as flights were boarding and found their seats rather easily. On the way to their seats, though, they saw an odd sight. A man was trying to fit his bag, which was a little too big for being under a seat, under the seat in front of him. While he was doing that, he was arguing to the flight attendant about his bag.
"No, I will NOT put my bag up there. I want my bag down HERE! Is that a problem?!?!"
"Sir, that bag won't fit under there, you'll have to put it up here. Once the flight has reached a stable elevation, you can get to your bag from the overhead compartment."
"NO, I told you already, I WON'T do that! This is MY bag, not yours, I can do whatever the god damn hell I please with it, and I want it to go UNDER THIS GOD DAMN SEAT!!" he exclaimed as he tried to push the bag under the seat.
As the two argued, Claire and Chris passed them in favor of their own seats.
"Uh uh, I call window seat this time," Claire said.
"Who made you the boss?" Chris asked.
"I did," Claire responded. They were in the middle of a simple sibling squabble.
"Ok.......but, you forgot one thing...." Chris added.
"Oh? And what is that?"
"I'm already there!" Chris exclaimed as he and Claire vied for the window seat, playfully pushing each other for the window seat. Eventually, Chris won because he was in front of Claire when they boarded the plane.
"Hey, I called it!"
"Hey, I got it."
"Hey, you suck."
"Hey, you do."
They continued for a little while longer, then Claire just didn't listen to Chris anymore. Chris jokingly nudged his younger sister with his elbow and she cheered up a little. "Ok, halfway through the flight we'll switch, ok?" Chris always had a talent for cheering her up, even if they weren't on the best of terms. Claire agreed, then waited for the flight to start.
The flight attendants went through their little explanation of how the seatbelts go on and air masks and all that. Then the plane was backed up onto the runway, started up the engines, put on a little more throttle, then finally picked up enough speed to get off the runway and soar into the air.
"...Started picking up a little too late...." Chris complained silently about the pilot's flying skills. Even though he was kicked out of the Air Force, he couldn't help but notice how airline pilots fly.
Around 9 in the morning, the plane reached a fair altitude and the pilot let the passengers move about the cabin and do whatever. At this time, Claire and Chris both started up their CD players, but before they could play anything from their CDs, the stewardesses asked them if they wanted any drinks. Claire took the Australian equivalent of a Pepsi while Chris just took some orange juice. Claire started playing her CD, (AN: ok, this is the time I would advise you to whip out your CD players and listen to the songs if you have them. If you don't have them, you can always download them off the internet. I reccoment Kazaa, because that worked for me a lot, but use whichever one you want, doesn't matter. I'll tell the track titles to you so you won't get confused. These are the correct titles, I checked them myself, so don't be fooled, ok? ok. Sorry for the interruption. Enjoy the rest of the fic.) listening to 'pollution,' listed as number 2 on the back of her new CD case. Chris just hit the random switch on his CD player, listening to whichever song came on. The song that came on his CD player was 'New Skin,' number 3 on the CD player's screen. They listened to their CDs contently, without a care in the world, for about three quarters of the trip. Halfway through, Chris kept his promise to Claire to change seats, then went about to listening to his CD. Claire was done listening to her CD, so she went to sleep, using her brother's arm as a place to rest her head. Chris didn't mind, though. She had done that many times and he never minded. He felt they were brought together more when that happened. Through the flight, they stayed like that, being content with themselves. For the time being.
Wow, that was a long-ass last paragraph, not to mention chapter. Ok, sorry, but the contest for this chapter is done. Gone. Finito. Hope you liked this chapter. I won't put up the next chapter for a little while to see the results of who won. Good luck, you'll need it. Latez.
THE ASSAULT Chapter 3: The Redfields Still Do Australia
By: EvilQuatreX(aka me. See? I'm not a figment of your imagination! I'm not, honest!!!)
It was around 1:00 at the hotel where the Redfields were staying for the night. They booked the first flight to America for the following day, so they would have to be at the airport by 8 in the morning. Claire was getting ready for when they leave by sleeping in her room, but Chris was still awake. Not that he chose to stay awake, but something nagging at him from inside made him stay awake, only long enough to fulfill one task before they left for their home country.
Chris was at the pay phone, but bought a phone card before going down there, dialing the numbers on the back of the card. While he was punching in the numbers, he heard footsteps above him. Being as paranoid as anyone would be after being with them on Antarctica, he accidentally lost concentration and pushed the wrong button.
"Dammit," was Chris's only reply to the footsteps, probably belonging to room service or a late night guest getting some ice or what-not. After he collected his nerves once again, he inserted another coin into the pay phone and dialed the numbers shown on the back of the card.
"Hello, please dial the number." The automated voice was Chris's signal to dial numbers like crazy, hitting each number he wanted exactly and without hesitation. Soon after, he heard a dial tone. One ring. Twice. A third time. Chris waited until someone picked up.
Back in America, The 4 survivors of Umbrella's bio-organic weapons were sitting around doing nothing. The city they were in never slept, so why should they? Every now and then, Barry would fall asleep in front of the TV, but he was totally knocked out on the couch, snoring away. However, one member of the four was not in front of the TV. Instead, she was in her room, polishing the glock that was against the forehead of an Umbrella Research and Development crew member they caught recently.
She took out the clip, pulled back the chamber to let the last bullet fly out, only for her to catch it in her hand and put it back into the magazine. She looked at the gun like it was her friend. It was one of many of her friends, but didn't come close to the friend she lost for some time now.
"Shit. Why did things have to come to this? Why the fuck are we in this mess?" she questioned herself silently. "I haven't heard from him in the longest time, but I don't believe he's dead. Never. Nothing could kill him, nothing. He's invincible, like Superman or something. Yeah..." She drifted off into thought, then finally let a few tears flow from her closed eyes. Then, in a flash, she loaded the clip back into her gun, pulled the chamber back and pointed the gun to her head, still having her eyes closed and shedding tears.
"....My superman...." was all she said.
The telephone rang.
"Now who the hell calls at this time of day? I swear to god if it's another telemarketer I'm going to kill all of them," Jill said coldly as she went for the phone, recollecting her senses but still keeping the gun in her hand in case it was a telemarketer.
"Hello," Jill said without emotion.
"....................Jill?" was all Jill heard from the receiver.
At that moment, Jill let the gun fall out of her grip and fell to her knees sobbing at the sound of the voice on the phone.
"C-Chris? I-i-is that really you? Oh my god, are you all right, where are you, did you find Claire, are you hurt," an innumerable amount of questions came from Jill until Chris ended them.
"Shh, everything's all right, Claire and I are in Australia in a hotel, we booked a flight to the states that leaves at 8:20 here, but I don't know when we'll get to LAX, so I guess we'll just wing it from there."
"........" Jill was speechless at the sound of Chris's voice. She didn't know what to say, all of her dreams were about to be flushed away with the gun, but he saved her again. "...I.....I'l....no, we'll go pick you up, we'll wire you money so you can get a flight here, as much as you need, but how? How did yo...all of this happen?"
"eh....it's a long story, I'll tell you when we get back. We're both fine, no major wounds or any bones broken, don't worry, we're fine, thanks," Chris said over the phone.
"Ok. I don't know what to say, I mean, you don't know how much I missed you while you were away I..I..."
"Shh...everything's fine now, don't worry. We'll be back soon. We'll talk when we get back, ok?" Chris tried so hard to comfort the person who had kept him alive throughout the incident in Antarctica. He didn't want the phone call to end, but he knew the phone card wouldn't last forever, so he said a last good bye to Jill before he hung up and went to the room for some sleep, his task completed.
Jill, once cold and disheartened by Chris's leave, hung up the phone and went out of the room with a chipper grin on her face, explaining the good news to the other 3 on the couch and floor. They would once again see Chris and Claire Redfield in full working condition. Upon hearing the good news, they decided to pass out two rounds of shots from a bottle of Jim Beam: one shot for Chris, and one shot for Claire.
After the shots, Jill finally decided to get some sleep. She then started to dream about Chris making it back in one piece.
7:30 Australia. The alarm clock had woken both Claire and Chris, and both were ready to meet some old friends. They took everything they bought the day before and left the hotel while snagging a couple of doughnuts from the continental breakfast the hotel was holding. They arrived at the airport at 8, received their tickets, went through security and waited for their flight. On the way to their flight's door, they passed a familiar face, but they both didn't care to give her notice. They walked by as she was 'helping' other customers. The Redfields could tell the clerk couldn't make heads or tails of what the Asian couple she was attending to was saying.
As they reached their flight door, they checked in as flights were boarding and found their seats rather easily. On the way to their seats, though, they saw an odd sight. A man was trying to fit his bag, which was a little too big for being under a seat, under the seat in front of him. While he was doing that, he was arguing to the flight attendant about his bag.
"No, I will NOT put my bag up there. I want my bag down HERE! Is that a problem?!?!"
"Sir, that bag won't fit under there, you'll have to put it up here. Once the flight has reached a stable elevation, you can get to your bag from the overhead compartment."
"NO, I told you already, I WON'T do that! This is MY bag, not yours, I can do whatever the god damn hell I please with it, and I want it to go UNDER THIS GOD DAMN SEAT!!" he exclaimed as he tried to push the bag under the seat.
As the two argued, Claire and Chris passed them in favor of their own seats.
"Uh uh, I call window seat this time," Claire said.
"Who made you the boss?" Chris asked.
"I did," Claire responded. They were in the middle of a simple sibling squabble.
"Ok.......but, you forgot one thing...." Chris added.
"Oh? And what is that?"
"I'm already there!" Chris exclaimed as he and Claire vied for the window seat, playfully pushing each other for the window seat. Eventually, Chris won because he was in front of Claire when they boarded the plane.
"Hey, I called it!"
"Hey, I got it."
"Hey, you suck."
"Hey, you do."
They continued for a little while longer, then Claire just didn't listen to Chris anymore. Chris jokingly nudged his younger sister with his elbow and she cheered up a little. "Ok, halfway through the flight we'll switch, ok?" Chris always had a talent for cheering her up, even if they weren't on the best of terms. Claire agreed, then waited for the flight to start.
The flight attendants went through their little explanation of how the seatbelts go on and air masks and all that. Then the plane was backed up onto the runway, started up the engines, put on a little more throttle, then finally picked up enough speed to get off the runway and soar into the air.
"...Started picking up a little too late...." Chris complained silently about the pilot's flying skills. Even though he was kicked out of the Air Force, he couldn't help but notice how airline pilots fly.
Around 9 in the morning, the plane reached a fair altitude and the pilot let the passengers move about the cabin and do whatever. At this time, Claire and Chris both started up their CD players, but before they could play anything from their CDs, the stewardesses asked them if they wanted any drinks. Claire took the Australian equivalent of a Pepsi while Chris just took some orange juice. Claire started playing her CD, (AN: ok, this is the time I would advise you to whip out your CD players and listen to the songs if you have them. If you don't have them, you can always download them off the internet. I reccoment Kazaa, because that worked for me a lot, but use whichever one you want, doesn't matter. I'll tell the track titles to you so you won't get confused. These are the correct titles, I checked them myself, so don't be fooled, ok? ok. Sorry for the interruption. Enjoy the rest of the fic.) listening to 'pollution,' listed as number 2 on the back of her new CD case. Chris just hit the random switch on his CD player, listening to whichever song came on. The song that came on his CD player was 'New Skin,' number 3 on the CD player's screen. They listened to their CDs contently, without a care in the world, for about three quarters of the trip. Halfway through, Chris kept his promise to Claire to change seats, then went about to listening to his CD. Claire was done listening to her CD, so she went to sleep, using her brother's arm as a place to rest her head. Chris didn't mind, though. She had done that many times and he never minded. He felt they were brought together more when that happened. Through the flight, they stayed like that, being content with themselves. For the time being.
Wow, that was a long-ass last paragraph, not to mention chapter. Ok, sorry, but the contest for this chapter is done. Gone. Finito. Hope you liked this chapter. I won't put up the next chapter for a little while to see the results of who won. Good luck, you'll need it. Latez.