Author's Note: Yeah, I'm attempting to make the "author's note" part of each chapter relatively smaller, so that you the fans get to have more nice material to read and then review about, to either flame or praise the chapter. Hopefully it'll be the second one...
By the way, you'll see why this ficcy is rated R in later chapters when it gets...well...it'll get...uh...yeah. Horror-ful is the best way to put it. Of course, this ficcy is rated R-ish, as you'll soon find out.
I hope you like the slightly polished and less messy look of the last chapter as well as this chapter and future chapters, since I'm trying to make it easier for you guys to read.
Anyways, on with the chapter...
-Even Fond Memories Can Come Back To Haunt You.... -
-By Brian Marcelo-
-brianmarcelo@hotmail.com-
Rated R for violence and guns. Lots of guns.
-Breakfast Time-
-Chapter Nine-
"What do you want to order?" asked Leon, as he fumbled with the menu, which was written in French and therefore difficult to read.
Claire smiled and laughed a bit as she watched Leon try desperately to somehow learn French so that he could order her something nice, or at least edible, for breakfast.
As well as not look like an idiot.
"How about one of those fancy...French...foods that people always talk about?" he asked her, hoping that she might suggest something that could be ordered.
"But Leon, I'd much rather eat something that you ordered for me..." replied Claire cutely, complete with puppy dog eyes. She liked seeing Leon clueless, especially since he usually knew how to handle things.
Blushing furiously after seeing Claire's cute display, Leon quickly went through the menu again, trying to see any sort of English wording that might hint at something. Unfortunately for the rookie cop, he found none.
"Having difficulty finding something to order...? So...hungry....Leon..." asked Claire in a cute, hungry way.
Seeing this, Leon S. Kennedy, for the first time in his life, quickly pulled aside a waiter and asked him what the heck did the whole menu mean.
"Sir...the menu has an English side on the sixth page." said the waiter plainly, as he took the menu from Leon and flipped over to the page.
Mumbling a small thanks, he ordered two orders of ordinary sausage, scrambled eggs, and, to try and taste some of Paris' culture, "French toast". The waiter took the menu abruptly, went into the kitchen, and came out with the food surprisingly fast.
"Wow...how did you get the food so fast?" asked Claire in disbelief.
"Oh, you Americans always order the same thing here, so we keep ten or so of these dishes in the back for your kind. It was ironically funny the first hundred times, but after awhile, hearing someone order French toast just makes me mad." said the waiter, his eyebrow slightly twitching as he started to walk away, "Oh yes, and enjoy your meal."
Leon merely blushed and nodded, except this time it was from immense embarrassment.
"What a rude waiter, don't you think so Leon?" said Claire, as she scooped up a piece of egg with her spoon, "I gotta admit though, this stuff is pretty good...mmm...reminds me of home...thanks Leon, for ordering something that caused you much embarrassment...hehe.."
Seeing Claire smile as she said that made Leon's heart flutter. "She knows just how to fluster me..." he thought to himself.
"You're welcome, Claire." said Leon happily, his face breaking out into a wide smile as he started chewing on his French toast
-HCF Prison Cell-
"Breakfast time." said a guard coldly, as he slipped a tray of food into Steve's room. Having not eaten in such a long time, he quickly took the tray and examined it.
Unfortunately for Steve, the food, if you could call it that, resembled what looked like day old sunny-side up eggs and a piece of hard toast. Reluctantly, he took the bread and put the eggs on top of it and began chewing.
"Claire..." he said quietly, while chewing.
He had spent the night thinking about her, praying for her, hoping that she would be okay.
Especially since the Queen was back.
Steve didn't know how or when it happened, but during the time that he had died, he had picked up the ability to sense where Alexia Ashford was. He thought it was probably due to the fact that they were both "family", because they were both infected with the T-Veronica virus. It still bothered him on why he started calling her the "Queen", since it wasn't exactly a conscious decision of his to call Alexia Ashford something so high and noble. Besides, after what she had done to him, he much rather preferred calling her a certain five letter word beginning with the letter B.
He paced around small damp cell and wondered why Claire was in Paris. He desperately hoped that she wasn't trying a suicide run in Umbrella's facility again. The last time she tried that she was captured and sent to Rockfort Prison, where she later met Steve.
Steve felt a bit guilty as he thought about that, because if it wasn't for her getting caught, he would have never met her and probably would've been suck in the prison, to eventually die all alone.
"Please Claire...don't do anything you'll regret...or worse, something that won't even give you time to regret..." he said quietly, silently hoping she could heed his warning somehow.
"...what the hell...?" suddenly said Steve, as he dropped his half-eaten toast to the ground and put his hands to his head, in pain.
"No...how can this be...?" he yelled out in pain, as slumped again a wall for support, his headache getting increasingly larger.
"No...you shouldn't even exist...! No...you crazy...bitch...! How can it be...?!" he yelled out again, loud enough for his guards to hear him.
"How did you make it...? The explosion should've killed you...!"
"The Queen...how can you be here...in Paris...!? God, Claire! Stay away from the Queen! Wherever you are, you must avoid the Queen at all costs...! She'll kill you if she finds you...!! Aaaaahhhhhhhh.....!" he yelled out one more time, before collapsing to the ground.
-Chris and Claire's Hotel Room-
"Chris! Help me!" said a frightened Jill, as she was being chased by a huge dark figure, which was about 8 ft. Chris, in total surprise, could only watch in horror as it was running after her, mumbling the word "S.T.A.R.S."
"Jill!! Is that...the Nemesis!?" Chris yelled out, wondering if that was the thing that had chased Jill in Raccoon City. However, the setting had changed from Raccoon City to Paris, and the Nemesis, which looked even bigger then how she described it, was catching up to her...
"Jill! Run! I'll try to keep him busy!" said Chris, as he fired his Colt Python on the creature, hoping that the magnum bullets would take it down.
*bam!*
The Nemesis stopped dead in its tracks, the magnum round hitting him square in the chest, blood pouring from the wound.
*bam!* *bam!*
Two more rounds started to make it bleed heavily as it grunted loudly in pain put it's hand around the wounds, hoping to stop the blood flow.
*bam!* *bam!* *bam!*
Three more rounds dropped it to the ground, the six magnum rounds making bloody medium sized holes in its lifeless body.
"Whew..." said Chris, as he put his now-empty magnum down and went over to Jill, to see if she was okay.
"You okay there...?" he said, putting an arm around her and checking for any bruises.
She smiled at him and said, "I'm fine Chris...thanks to you..."
He smiled back at her, his heart fluttering as he gazed lovingly at her simple smile.
"S.T.A.R.S......" groaned something definitely not human...
"What the hell...?" said Chris, as he quickly turned his head, only to be horrified to see that the Nemesis was standing up, the bullet holes gone, and looking mighty pissed.
To Chris and Jill's surprise, it started to run again after Jill savagely, as if the magnum rounds merely stunned it for a second.
"Jill!" cried out Chris, as he quickly reloaded his magnum and tried firing at the Nemesis, who was somehow dodging every single round.
"Chris! Please help me! I don't wanna die.." shrieked Jill, as she tried firing at it herself with her puny handgun, which had no effect on the Nemesis.
"S.T.A.R.S..." groaned the creature again, as it caught up to Jill and picked her up with it's left hand.
"Jill! Nooo!" screamed Chris, as he ran up to Jill and tried to dislodge her from the Nemesis' powerful grip.
To Chris' horror, the Nemesis started to laugh, a deep, guttural, low laugh, as if to taunt the persistent Redfield.
"You bastard! Let her go!" said Chris, who was firing at the Nemesis in point-blank range, only to realize that now nothing was effecting it.
The Nemesis, tired of toying with its prey, shoved Chris a few feet away harshly, breaking his spinal cord in the process.
"Jill...!" groaned Chris, as he struggled to get up.
Jill looked at Chris as it was the last time she would see him, before the Nemesis used it's right hand, which had a sharp tentacle on it, and shoved it at Jill's head, blood splattering everywhere as the tentacle painfully killed Jill Valentine. All Chris could do was look on in horror as the love of his life was squirming and convulsing in the Nemesis' grasp before she was thrown away by the creature, who once again groaned "S.T.A.R.S." and started after Chris, it's next target...
"Chris..."
"Chris..."
"Chris..."
"Chris Redfield...wake up now or regret it later." threatened a familiar female voice to Chris, which snapped him out of his nightmare and back to reality.
Waking up slowly, he opened his eyes and realized that it was Jill, who looked like she had just waken up not too long ago. Thinking that she was dead just a few seconds ago, he quickly wrapped his arms around her lovingly and held her close. Jill, totally confused yet, not minding the embrace, put her arms around him and did the same. They remained like that for a minute before Chris actually started speaking.
"Thank God you're alive, Jill...I thought...I thought I had lost you..." whispered Chris, as he let Jill see his softer side that he often hid with his brash and tough side of him.
"What..? What do you mean...?" asked Jill in surprise, still not understanding the whole situation.
Chris realized that she was confused, and, rather then remind her of the Raccoon City incident, he simply looked into her eyes...
"It's nothing Jill...I just had a bad dream...that's all..." he said, gazing into her eyes as he smiled.
Jill, worried about her close friend, decided not to ask about it, as she didn't want to pry into what could be a personal dream. Still...she couldn't help wonder what had happened to her in his dream.
"Hey Chris, why don't I go wake up Rebecca and Carlos so we can meet up with Leon and Claire? They said they were going to the restaurant that we had passed by on our way to the hotel, and well, I'm pretty hungry...hee..." asked Jill with a smile.
He smiled back at her, although he cringed when he realized that she mentioned Carlos. Not wanting to spoil Jill's idea, he nodded, picked up a glass of water, and said, with a mischievous smile, "Okay, but let me wake up Carlos, alright?"
Jill nodded as Chris quickly walked out of the room with the glass of water and into the room that Jill and Carlos occupied. As she followed after Chris, curious as to what he was going to do with the glass of water, all of the sudden she heard a familiar heavy accent accompanied by a lot of Spanish cursing.
And she couldn't help but giggle when she realized why Carlos was cursing so much.
-End of Chapter Nine-
Stay tuned for Chapter Ten, which will hopefully come out soon...
By the way, you'll see why this ficcy is rated R in later chapters when it gets...well...it'll get...uh...yeah. Horror-ful is the best way to put it. Of course, this ficcy is rated R-ish, as you'll soon find out.
I hope you like the slightly polished and less messy look of the last chapter as well as this chapter and future chapters, since I'm trying to make it easier for you guys to read.
Anyways, on with the chapter...
-Even Fond Memories Can Come Back To Haunt You.... -
-By Brian Marcelo-
-brianmarcelo@hotmail.com-
Rated R for violence and guns. Lots of guns.
-Breakfast Time-
-Chapter Nine-
"What do you want to order?" asked Leon, as he fumbled with the menu, which was written in French and therefore difficult to read.
Claire smiled and laughed a bit as she watched Leon try desperately to somehow learn French so that he could order her something nice, or at least edible, for breakfast.
As well as not look like an idiot.
"How about one of those fancy...French...foods that people always talk about?" he asked her, hoping that she might suggest something that could be ordered.
"But Leon, I'd much rather eat something that you ordered for me..." replied Claire cutely, complete with puppy dog eyes. She liked seeing Leon clueless, especially since he usually knew how to handle things.
Blushing furiously after seeing Claire's cute display, Leon quickly went through the menu again, trying to see any sort of English wording that might hint at something. Unfortunately for the rookie cop, he found none.
"Having difficulty finding something to order...? So...hungry....Leon..." asked Claire in a cute, hungry way.
Seeing this, Leon S. Kennedy, for the first time in his life, quickly pulled aside a waiter and asked him what the heck did the whole menu mean.
"Sir...the menu has an English side on the sixth page." said the waiter plainly, as he took the menu from Leon and flipped over to the page.
Mumbling a small thanks, he ordered two orders of ordinary sausage, scrambled eggs, and, to try and taste some of Paris' culture, "French toast". The waiter took the menu abruptly, went into the kitchen, and came out with the food surprisingly fast.
"Wow...how did you get the food so fast?" asked Claire in disbelief.
"Oh, you Americans always order the same thing here, so we keep ten or so of these dishes in the back for your kind. It was ironically funny the first hundred times, but after awhile, hearing someone order French toast just makes me mad." said the waiter, his eyebrow slightly twitching as he started to walk away, "Oh yes, and enjoy your meal."
Leon merely blushed and nodded, except this time it was from immense embarrassment.
"What a rude waiter, don't you think so Leon?" said Claire, as she scooped up a piece of egg with her spoon, "I gotta admit though, this stuff is pretty good...mmm...reminds me of home...thanks Leon, for ordering something that caused you much embarrassment...hehe.."
Seeing Claire smile as she said that made Leon's heart flutter. "She knows just how to fluster me..." he thought to himself.
"You're welcome, Claire." said Leon happily, his face breaking out into a wide smile as he started chewing on his French toast
-HCF Prison Cell-
"Breakfast time." said a guard coldly, as he slipped a tray of food into Steve's room. Having not eaten in such a long time, he quickly took the tray and examined it.
Unfortunately for Steve, the food, if you could call it that, resembled what looked like day old sunny-side up eggs and a piece of hard toast. Reluctantly, he took the bread and put the eggs on top of it and began chewing.
"Claire..." he said quietly, while chewing.
He had spent the night thinking about her, praying for her, hoping that she would be okay.
Especially since the Queen was back.
Steve didn't know how or when it happened, but during the time that he had died, he had picked up the ability to sense where Alexia Ashford was. He thought it was probably due to the fact that they were both "family", because they were both infected with the T-Veronica virus. It still bothered him on why he started calling her the "Queen", since it wasn't exactly a conscious decision of his to call Alexia Ashford something so high and noble. Besides, after what she had done to him, he much rather preferred calling her a certain five letter word beginning with the letter B.
He paced around small damp cell and wondered why Claire was in Paris. He desperately hoped that she wasn't trying a suicide run in Umbrella's facility again. The last time she tried that she was captured and sent to Rockfort Prison, where she later met Steve.
Steve felt a bit guilty as he thought about that, because if it wasn't for her getting caught, he would have never met her and probably would've been suck in the prison, to eventually die all alone.
"Please Claire...don't do anything you'll regret...or worse, something that won't even give you time to regret..." he said quietly, silently hoping she could heed his warning somehow.
"...what the hell...?" suddenly said Steve, as he dropped his half-eaten toast to the ground and put his hands to his head, in pain.
"No...how can this be...?" he yelled out in pain, as slumped again a wall for support, his headache getting increasingly larger.
"No...you shouldn't even exist...! No...you crazy...bitch...! How can it be...?!" he yelled out again, loud enough for his guards to hear him.
"How did you make it...? The explosion should've killed you...!"
"The Queen...how can you be here...in Paris...!? God, Claire! Stay away from the Queen! Wherever you are, you must avoid the Queen at all costs...! She'll kill you if she finds you...!! Aaaaahhhhhhhh.....!" he yelled out one more time, before collapsing to the ground.
-Chris and Claire's Hotel Room-
"Chris! Help me!" said a frightened Jill, as she was being chased by a huge dark figure, which was about 8 ft. Chris, in total surprise, could only watch in horror as it was running after her, mumbling the word "S.T.A.R.S."
"Jill!! Is that...the Nemesis!?" Chris yelled out, wondering if that was the thing that had chased Jill in Raccoon City. However, the setting had changed from Raccoon City to Paris, and the Nemesis, which looked even bigger then how she described it, was catching up to her...
"Jill! Run! I'll try to keep him busy!" said Chris, as he fired his Colt Python on the creature, hoping that the magnum bullets would take it down.
*bam!*
The Nemesis stopped dead in its tracks, the magnum round hitting him square in the chest, blood pouring from the wound.
*bam!* *bam!*
Two more rounds started to make it bleed heavily as it grunted loudly in pain put it's hand around the wounds, hoping to stop the blood flow.
*bam!* *bam!* *bam!*
Three more rounds dropped it to the ground, the six magnum rounds making bloody medium sized holes in its lifeless body.
"Whew..." said Chris, as he put his now-empty magnum down and went over to Jill, to see if she was okay.
"You okay there...?" he said, putting an arm around her and checking for any bruises.
She smiled at him and said, "I'm fine Chris...thanks to you..."
He smiled back at her, his heart fluttering as he gazed lovingly at her simple smile.
"S.T.A.R.S......" groaned something definitely not human...
"What the hell...?" said Chris, as he quickly turned his head, only to be horrified to see that the Nemesis was standing up, the bullet holes gone, and looking mighty pissed.
To Chris and Jill's surprise, it started to run again after Jill savagely, as if the magnum rounds merely stunned it for a second.
"Jill!" cried out Chris, as he quickly reloaded his magnum and tried firing at the Nemesis, who was somehow dodging every single round.
"Chris! Please help me! I don't wanna die.." shrieked Jill, as she tried firing at it herself with her puny handgun, which had no effect on the Nemesis.
"S.T.A.R.S..." groaned the creature again, as it caught up to Jill and picked her up with it's left hand.
"Jill! Nooo!" screamed Chris, as he ran up to Jill and tried to dislodge her from the Nemesis' powerful grip.
To Chris' horror, the Nemesis started to laugh, a deep, guttural, low laugh, as if to taunt the persistent Redfield.
"You bastard! Let her go!" said Chris, who was firing at the Nemesis in point-blank range, only to realize that now nothing was effecting it.
The Nemesis, tired of toying with its prey, shoved Chris a few feet away harshly, breaking his spinal cord in the process.
"Jill...!" groaned Chris, as he struggled to get up.
Jill looked at Chris as it was the last time she would see him, before the Nemesis used it's right hand, which had a sharp tentacle on it, and shoved it at Jill's head, blood splattering everywhere as the tentacle painfully killed Jill Valentine. All Chris could do was look on in horror as the love of his life was squirming and convulsing in the Nemesis' grasp before she was thrown away by the creature, who once again groaned "S.T.A.R.S." and started after Chris, it's next target...
"Chris..."
"Chris..."
"Chris..."
"Chris Redfield...wake up now or regret it later." threatened a familiar female voice to Chris, which snapped him out of his nightmare and back to reality.
Waking up slowly, he opened his eyes and realized that it was Jill, who looked like she had just waken up not too long ago. Thinking that she was dead just a few seconds ago, he quickly wrapped his arms around her lovingly and held her close. Jill, totally confused yet, not minding the embrace, put her arms around him and did the same. They remained like that for a minute before Chris actually started speaking.
"Thank God you're alive, Jill...I thought...I thought I had lost you..." whispered Chris, as he let Jill see his softer side that he often hid with his brash and tough side of him.
"What..? What do you mean...?" asked Jill in surprise, still not understanding the whole situation.
Chris realized that she was confused, and, rather then remind her of the Raccoon City incident, he simply looked into her eyes...
"It's nothing Jill...I just had a bad dream...that's all..." he said, gazing into her eyes as he smiled.
Jill, worried about her close friend, decided not to ask about it, as she didn't want to pry into what could be a personal dream. Still...she couldn't help wonder what had happened to her in his dream.
"Hey Chris, why don't I go wake up Rebecca and Carlos so we can meet up with Leon and Claire? They said they were going to the restaurant that we had passed by on our way to the hotel, and well, I'm pretty hungry...hee..." asked Jill with a smile.
He smiled back at her, although he cringed when he realized that she mentioned Carlos. Not wanting to spoil Jill's idea, he nodded, picked up a glass of water, and said, with a mischievous smile, "Okay, but let me wake up Carlos, alright?"
Jill nodded as Chris quickly walked out of the room with the glass of water and into the room that Jill and Carlos occupied. As she followed after Chris, curious as to what he was going to do with the glass of water, all of the sudden she heard a familiar heavy accent accompanied by a lot of Spanish cursing.
And she couldn't help but giggle when she realized why Carlos was cursing so much.
-End of Chapter Nine-
Stay tuned for Chapter Ten, which will hopefully come out soon...