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...
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Finally, thank you for all the reviews so far! I appreciate every new reader and every new review! I anxiously await more reviews, as they are my inspiration for writing...*nudge nudge* Again, thanks for all the reviews! It was very surprising to find seven reviews for my last chapter! Thank you all so very much!
Anyways, on with another somber chapter...
-Even Fond Memories Can Come Back To Haunt You.... -
-By Brian Marcelo-
-brianmarcelo@hotmail.com-
Rated R.
-Losing A Loved One-
-Chapter Fifteen-
-Downtown Paris Hospital, 1:37 PM-
Chris Redfield solemnly kept looking through at the pictures that he had kept in his wallet, trying to remember good times to keep his mind off the current situation.
'This one was when I was teaching Claire how to ride a bike....' he thought to himself, as he took the picture out and took a good look at it. It was tattered and torn, but he could still make out the happy look on her face as she was riding without her training wheels.
Jill Valentine looked at her companion sadly, not sure of what to say to him. He had been awfully quiet for the past few minutes and it was beginning to worry Jill, because usually when he was angry he would be quite loud. She had never seen this side of Chris...quiet, solemn, sad...
It broke her heart to see him this way.
"Look at this picture..." Chris said quietly, as he handed a picture to Jill.
"Ohh...?" she said, as she put the tattered black and white picture up close so she could make out what was there. It was, to her surprise, a picture of Claire with pigtails, holding up a handgun and a magnum in the air, with a mortified Chris in the background.
"Our mom took that picture...she thought the look on my face was priceless..." he said with a sad smile as he pointed to the picture, "Claire was always interested in everything I was interested...did I ever tell you that...?"
"Yeah...you told me that during one of our all nighters at the police station..." she replied with a soft smile, "You really do care about your sister a lot..."
"Yeah...well...after since I was 5 years older then her I always felt it was my responsibility to care for her..." he said, as his head slowly dropped down in shame.
"Chris...?" she asked, worried that she had made him even more depressed.
"I wasn't able to save her this time..." he said very quietly, as he put his head in his hands again.
Meanwhile on the other side of the room, Steve Burnside was cursing himself, because he thought that all of this was his fault.
"All my fault..." Steve said while sighing, "It's all my fault...."
"Look kid, it's no one's fault except Wesker...." Barry replied back as he put his hand on Steve's shoulder, "He's the cause of all of this..."
Steve angrily brushed Barry's hand aside and moved to a different part of the room, mumbling and muttering how it was his entire fault. Barry sighed and took a seat, his efforts to cheer up the young man futile.
Rebecca looked around the room, feeling immensely shaken up over their current situation. One of their best had just gone down thanks to Wesker, and there was a very real chance she wouldn't make it.
'If only I had more medical expertise...then I would've been able to save Claire...' she thought to herself solemnly, "I wasn't able to save my fellow Bravo team members.... and I wasn't able to save Claire...'
Carlos Oliviera, despite barely knowing Claire Redfield, still felt sad over the thing. As looked around the room he noticed that everyone was taking it hard, which made him feel slightly out of place here.
'I hope that chica will be alright...' he thought to himself grimly.
-Umbrella Lab Area, 1:38 PM-
"So you were able to retrieve combat data from the first Nemesis how again?" asked a scientist, who looked quite skeptical.
"I had implanted a chip in it..." said Greg, his eyes glued to the monitor.
"And that also allows you to program who it hunts, right?" the scientist asked again, with a tone of disbelief in his voice.
"Yes..." replied Greg, as he typed up some commands on his keyboard, "It's a prototype though, that's why I've been only testing it with the Nemesis..."
"Ahh..." said the scientist, "So you could program it to hunt any target at any time?"
"Yes, I could...although right now Ms. Valentine and Mr. Oliviera are my top priority targets..." Greg replied with a sadistic smile.
-Wesker's Hiding Place in Paris, 1:39 PM-
"What the hell happened to you?" asked Ada, as she examined the gunshot wound on Wesker's leg, "How'd you get it?"
"After I had fatally wounded Claire Redfield that damn rookie cop showed up and tried to shoot at me..." he said as he started to bandage it up, "It'll heal soon enough..."
Ada of course, didn't care about the last thing Wesker had just said, because she was too busy being shocked at what he had just said before that.
'Rookie cop...? Ada thought to herself frantically as her heart raced, 'Leon...'
"Did you bring it?" he asked abruptly, "Did you bring what I asked you to bring?"
"Yeah..." she said as she took the T-Veronica virus sample out of her jacket pocket and handed it to him, "It took some work, but I managed to get it off the scientists."
"Excellent...good job Ada..." he said as he looked at the virus, his expression hard to read with his sunglasses in the way.
"Why do you need it anyways?" she asked, the spy inside her urging her to inquire him about it.
"You'll see soon, Ms. Ada..." he said cryptically, as he gazed upon the virus sample once more...
-Umbrella Paris Headquarters, 1:40 PM-
Agent Hunk, known to quite a few as "Mr. Death", sat in his office, awaiting his next mission.
'If only they would've let me hunt down those two...' he thought to himself as he went over his arsenal of weaponry.
He had been quite lucky to have an office in the headquarters of Umbrella, especially since most soldiers usually didn't have the privilege to have one. However, Agent Hunk had always been the type to instead choose being assigned a dangerous assignment then sits around in a small office doing tedious paperwork.
'If I don't get any action soon, I'll be very pissed...' he thought to himself once more, as he looked over his Magnum, which was the same one he had used to escape Raccoon City's Police Department.
-On the crowded streets of Paris, 1:40 PM-
"That is the last time I ever hail a taxi." Alexia Ashford said aloud, as she walked towards Umbrella Headquarters.
"That idiotic taxi driver actually tried to make a move on me, Alexia Ashford..." she said disgustedly, "I bet now he feels sorry that he ever crossed paths with me..."
Noticing that it would take quite a while for her to actually get to Umbrella Headquarters with the huge amount of people walking on the sidewalk, she decided to heat things up.
Alexia raised her temperature high enough so that anyone near her immediately felt extremely hot, as if there was a fire burning right next to them, which made it quite easier to walk on the sidewalks.
"Soon all these ants shall work for me..." she said quietly with a grin, as people started steering clear out of her way, complaining in French that it was starting to get really hot.
-Downtown Paris Hospital, 1:41 PM-
The French doctor that had performed the surgery on Claire Redfield neared closer to the waiting room, dreading this part of his job.
'I really hate having to put people through this...' the doctor thought to himself sadly as he opened the single door of the waiting room.
Everyone in there looked towards the doctor, which made him feel even more uneasy then he had been a few seconds ago.
"I'm...sorry for your loss..." said the doctor sadly, as he approached Chris, "We did the best that we could...the shock and trauma that her body experienced from the multiple stab wounds were simply too much for her to take.... I'm...truly...sorry...."
Chris Redfield looked at the doctor with shock in his expression. Everyone else looked just as shocked at what they heard.
It couldn't be, they all thought, Claire Redfield couldn't be just...gone. After everything she had gone through, from Raccoon to Antarctica...and she just...died?
It was too unbelievable for all of them, especially to Chris, Leon, and Steve.
"No...this....can't be..." he managed to stutter out quietly, his eyes unwavering, his tone shaky, "Cla-Claire...my sister Claire...gone....?"
"I'm...afraid so, Mr. Redfield..." the doctor replied sadly.
Suddenly, Leon, who had been sitting down in a chair, got up abruptly, quickly grabbed Barry's magnum from the holster, and in one swift motion savagely pushed Steve Burnside against a wall, aiming the magnum right at his forehead.
"This is all your damn fault!" screamed Leon, as he took the safety off the gun with a loud *click*, "All your damn fault!"
Everyone tensed up except Chris, who was still in utter shock. They all looked at Leon with worry and fear in their eyes.
"Leon...put the gun down...." Barry said, as he attempted to get his gun back.
"Stay back Barry!" Leon shouted, his gun still on Steve. Barry reluctantly backed away, hoping the young cop would calm down.
"Leon...please...just try to calm down...." Jill whispered, as she slowly tried to get near to Leon.
"You too Jill! Don't make me use this on you!" he screamed, motioning for her to step back.
Rebecca's eyes started to tear up, the stress of all of this getting to her as she looked at Leon, who had changed so fast after hearing that Claire was dead. Carlos stayed quiet, knowing that trying to reason with Leon was pointless since they barely knew each other.
"This is all your damn fault Steve! If it weren't for you, none of this would've happened! Claire wouldn't have died if it wasn't for you coming back to life!" screamed Leon, who was acting purely on rage and raw emotion.
"Do it." Steve replied simply, who silently agreed with what Leon was saying.
Leon wasn't expecting that; he thought Steve would put up a fight or something, or put the blame off him and on to someone else. Despite that, Leon put his finger on the trigger, ready to fire, when he was suddenly stopped unexpectedly.
"If Claire meant that much to you, then you won't pull the trigger Leon..." said Chris in a quiet voice, "We've already had someone that meant everything to us go...let's not let Claire's sacrifice be in vain..."
Leon snapped back to his senses after hearing what Chris had to say, and let go of Steve and handed back Barry his gun.
"I..." Leon tried to say something, but after what he had just done, it was difficult for him to compose a sentence.
"No need for words Leon." said Jill quietly, "All of us understand..."
Rebecca, Carlos, Barry, and even Steve nodded their heads in agreement.
The doctor, who was getting freaked out, left the room as soon as the situation had calmed down, not wanting to stick around in case someone else went berserk.
Chris abruptly turned around and started to leave the waiting room. Confused, Jill started to follow him, only to be stopped.
"Please Jill...just let me do this alone..." he said quietly as he held her hands with his own.
"But Chris! If you fight against Wesker alone he'll kill you!" she said back to him, fear in her voice, "I don't want to lose you..."
"I'm not going to fight him alone Jill...I'm not even going to fight him yet.." he replied as he put his right hand against her cheek.
"What are you going to do then...?" she said as she looked into his eyes, her face blushing slightly from his hand touching her cheek.
He looked at her solemnly as he gave her a small, sad smile that broke her heart to see.
"I'm going to say goodbye to Claire before I get revenge..." he said quietly, as he left the waiting room and proceeded towards where Claire's body was...
-End of Chapter Fifteen-
I hope this chapter was able to reflect how a group of people feel after a loved one, like Claire Redfield, dies...
And don't worry, Chris will get to use some guns soon, just in case some of you want that action-revenge stuff...in this chapter I tried to capture the emotion that he must be feeling after losing his sister....
As with every chapter of "Even Fond Memories Can Come Back To Haunt You...", please rate and review and tell me what you think...
" " denote speech, while ' ' denote thoughts.
Finally, thank you for all the reviews so far! I appreciate every new reader and every new review! I anxiously await more reviews, as they are my inspiration for writing...*nudge nudge* Again, thanks for all the reviews! It was very surprising to find seven reviews for my last chapter! Thank you all so very much!
Anyways, on with another somber chapter...
-Even Fond Memories Can Come Back To Haunt You.... -
-By Brian Marcelo-
-brianmarcelo@hotmail.com-
Rated R.
-Losing A Loved One-
-Chapter Fifteen-
-Downtown Paris Hospital, 1:37 PM-
Chris Redfield solemnly kept looking through at the pictures that he had kept in his wallet, trying to remember good times to keep his mind off the current situation.
'This one was when I was teaching Claire how to ride a bike....' he thought to himself, as he took the picture out and took a good look at it. It was tattered and torn, but he could still make out the happy look on her face as she was riding without her training wheels.
Jill Valentine looked at her companion sadly, not sure of what to say to him. He had been awfully quiet for the past few minutes and it was beginning to worry Jill, because usually when he was angry he would be quite loud. She had never seen this side of Chris...quiet, solemn, sad...
It broke her heart to see him this way.
"Look at this picture..." Chris said quietly, as he handed a picture to Jill.
"Ohh...?" she said, as she put the tattered black and white picture up close so she could make out what was there. It was, to her surprise, a picture of Claire with pigtails, holding up a handgun and a magnum in the air, with a mortified Chris in the background.
"Our mom took that picture...she thought the look on my face was priceless..." he said with a sad smile as he pointed to the picture, "Claire was always interested in everything I was interested...did I ever tell you that...?"
"Yeah...you told me that during one of our all nighters at the police station..." she replied with a soft smile, "You really do care about your sister a lot..."
"Yeah...well...after since I was 5 years older then her I always felt it was my responsibility to care for her..." he said, as his head slowly dropped down in shame.
"Chris...?" she asked, worried that she had made him even more depressed.
"I wasn't able to save her this time..." he said very quietly, as he put his head in his hands again.
Meanwhile on the other side of the room, Steve Burnside was cursing himself, because he thought that all of this was his fault.
"All my fault..." Steve said while sighing, "It's all my fault...."
"Look kid, it's no one's fault except Wesker...." Barry replied back as he put his hand on Steve's shoulder, "He's the cause of all of this..."
Steve angrily brushed Barry's hand aside and moved to a different part of the room, mumbling and muttering how it was his entire fault. Barry sighed and took a seat, his efforts to cheer up the young man futile.
Rebecca looked around the room, feeling immensely shaken up over their current situation. One of their best had just gone down thanks to Wesker, and there was a very real chance she wouldn't make it.
'If only I had more medical expertise...then I would've been able to save Claire...' she thought to herself solemnly, "I wasn't able to save my fellow Bravo team members.... and I wasn't able to save Claire...'
Carlos Oliviera, despite barely knowing Claire Redfield, still felt sad over the thing. As looked around the room he noticed that everyone was taking it hard, which made him feel slightly out of place here.
'I hope that chica will be alright...' he thought to himself grimly.
-Umbrella Lab Area, 1:38 PM-
"So you were able to retrieve combat data from the first Nemesis how again?" asked a scientist, who looked quite skeptical.
"I had implanted a chip in it..." said Greg, his eyes glued to the monitor.
"And that also allows you to program who it hunts, right?" the scientist asked again, with a tone of disbelief in his voice.
"Yes..." replied Greg, as he typed up some commands on his keyboard, "It's a prototype though, that's why I've been only testing it with the Nemesis..."
"Ahh..." said the scientist, "So you could program it to hunt any target at any time?"
"Yes, I could...although right now Ms. Valentine and Mr. Oliviera are my top priority targets..." Greg replied with a sadistic smile.
-Wesker's Hiding Place in Paris, 1:39 PM-
"What the hell happened to you?" asked Ada, as she examined the gunshot wound on Wesker's leg, "How'd you get it?"
"After I had fatally wounded Claire Redfield that damn rookie cop showed up and tried to shoot at me..." he said as he started to bandage it up, "It'll heal soon enough..."
Ada of course, didn't care about the last thing Wesker had just said, because she was too busy being shocked at what he had just said before that.
'Rookie cop...? Ada thought to herself frantically as her heart raced, 'Leon...'
"Did you bring it?" he asked abruptly, "Did you bring what I asked you to bring?"
"Yeah..." she said as she took the T-Veronica virus sample out of her jacket pocket and handed it to him, "It took some work, but I managed to get it off the scientists."
"Excellent...good job Ada..." he said as he looked at the virus, his expression hard to read with his sunglasses in the way.
"Why do you need it anyways?" she asked, the spy inside her urging her to inquire him about it.
"You'll see soon, Ms. Ada..." he said cryptically, as he gazed upon the virus sample once more...
-Umbrella Paris Headquarters, 1:40 PM-
Agent Hunk, known to quite a few as "Mr. Death", sat in his office, awaiting his next mission.
'If only they would've let me hunt down those two...' he thought to himself as he went over his arsenal of weaponry.
He had been quite lucky to have an office in the headquarters of Umbrella, especially since most soldiers usually didn't have the privilege to have one. However, Agent Hunk had always been the type to instead choose being assigned a dangerous assignment then sits around in a small office doing tedious paperwork.
'If I don't get any action soon, I'll be very pissed...' he thought to himself once more, as he looked over his Magnum, which was the same one he had used to escape Raccoon City's Police Department.
-On the crowded streets of Paris, 1:40 PM-
"That is the last time I ever hail a taxi." Alexia Ashford said aloud, as she walked towards Umbrella Headquarters.
"That idiotic taxi driver actually tried to make a move on me, Alexia Ashford..." she said disgustedly, "I bet now he feels sorry that he ever crossed paths with me..."
Noticing that it would take quite a while for her to actually get to Umbrella Headquarters with the huge amount of people walking on the sidewalk, she decided to heat things up.
Alexia raised her temperature high enough so that anyone near her immediately felt extremely hot, as if there was a fire burning right next to them, which made it quite easier to walk on the sidewalks.
"Soon all these ants shall work for me..." she said quietly with a grin, as people started steering clear out of her way, complaining in French that it was starting to get really hot.
-Downtown Paris Hospital, 1:41 PM-
The French doctor that had performed the surgery on Claire Redfield neared closer to the waiting room, dreading this part of his job.
'I really hate having to put people through this...' the doctor thought to himself sadly as he opened the single door of the waiting room.
Everyone in there looked towards the doctor, which made him feel even more uneasy then he had been a few seconds ago.
"I'm...sorry for your loss..." said the doctor sadly, as he approached Chris, "We did the best that we could...the shock and trauma that her body experienced from the multiple stab wounds were simply too much for her to take.... I'm...truly...sorry...."
Chris Redfield looked at the doctor with shock in his expression. Everyone else looked just as shocked at what they heard.
It couldn't be, they all thought, Claire Redfield couldn't be just...gone. After everything she had gone through, from Raccoon to Antarctica...and she just...died?
It was too unbelievable for all of them, especially to Chris, Leon, and Steve.
"No...this....can't be..." he managed to stutter out quietly, his eyes unwavering, his tone shaky, "Cla-Claire...my sister Claire...gone....?"
"I'm...afraid so, Mr. Redfield..." the doctor replied sadly.
Suddenly, Leon, who had been sitting down in a chair, got up abruptly, quickly grabbed Barry's magnum from the holster, and in one swift motion savagely pushed Steve Burnside against a wall, aiming the magnum right at his forehead.
"This is all your damn fault!" screamed Leon, as he took the safety off the gun with a loud *click*, "All your damn fault!"
Everyone tensed up except Chris, who was still in utter shock. They all looked at Leon with worry and fear in their eyes.
"Leon...put the gun down...." Barry said, as he attempted to get his gun back.
"Stay back Barry!" Leon shouted, his gun still on Steve. Barry reluctantly backed away, hoping the young cop would calm down.
"Leon...please...just try to calm down...." Jill whispered, as she slowly tried to get near to Leon.
"You too Jill! Don't make me use this on you!" he screamed, motioning for her to step back.
Rebecca's eyes started to tear up, the stress of all of this getting to her as she looked at Leon, who had changed so fast after hearing that Claire was dead. Carlos stayed quiet, knowing that trying to reason with Leon was pointless since they barely knew each other.
"This is all your damn fault Steve! If it weren't for you, none of this would've happened! Claire wouldn't have died if it wasn't for you coming back to life!" screamed Leon, who was acting purely on rage and raw emotion.
"Do it." Steve replied simply, who silently agreed with what Leon was saying.
Leon wasn't expecting that; he thought Steve would put up a fight or something, or put the blame off him and on to someone else. Despite that, Leon put his finger on the trigger, ready to fire, when he was suddenly stopped unexpectedly.
"If Claire meant that much to you, then you won't pull the trigger Leon..." said Chris in a quiet voice, "We've already had someone that meant everything to us go...let's not let Claire's sacrifice be in vain..."
Leon snapped back to his senses after hearing what Chris had to say, and let go of Steve and handed back Barry his gun.
"I..." Leon tried to say something, but after what he had just done, it was difficult for him to compose a sentence.
"No need for words Leon." said Jill quietly, "All of us understand..."
Rebecca, Carlos, Barry, and even Steve nodded their heads in agreement.
The doctor, who was getting freaked out, left the room as soon as the situation had calmed down, not wanting to stick around in case someone else went berserk.
Chris abruptly turned around and started to leave the waiting room. Confused, Jill started to follow him, only to be stopped.
"Please Jill...just let me do this alone..." he said quietly as he held her hands with his own.
"But Chris! If you fight against Wesker alone he'll kill you!" she said back to him, fear in her voice, "I don't want to lose you..."
"I'm not going to fight him alone Jill...I'm not even going to fight him yet.." he replied as he put his right hand against her cheek.
"What are you going to do then...?" she said as she looked into his eyes, her face blushing slightly from his hand touching her cheek.
He looked at her solemnly as he gave her a small, sad smile that broke her heart to see.
"I'm going to say goodbye to Claire before I get revenge..." he said quietly, as he left the waiting room and proceeded towards where Claire's body was...
-End of Chapter Fifteen-
I hope this chapter was able to reflect how a group of people feel after a loved one, like Claire Redfield, dies...
And don't worry, Chris will get to use some guns soon, just in case some of you want that action-revenge stuff...in this chapter I tried to capture the emotion that he must be feeling after losing his sister....
As with every chapter of "Even Fond Memories Can Come Back To Haunt You...", please rate and review and tell me what you think...