Chapter 2 "Made in Heaven"
"I'm going, and that's it! Stop being so...so...old, and farty about it!"
"Claire, I'm just trying to protect you! Umbrella knows about us now. They know about you, and- did you just call me "old?" And "farty!?"
Claire Redfield's hand apprehensively clutched the rickety brass doorknob of the apartment. At the small, round table located in the kitchenette sat a cautious Jill Valentine, gently sipping her coffee and observing the Redfield siblings as the quarreled- once again- about Claire going out by herself. Ever since Chris and Claire returned from the nightmares called Rockfort and Antarctica, Chris had taken it upon himself to keep a closer eye on his sister.
To Claire, it was too close for her liking.
The siblings began to argue more- about anything and everything- after Chris boldly announced his lock-down on Claire. He was concerned about Umbrella finding her- it was always an issue, but not as big of an issue as Wesker was.
Wesker...
Chris knew the traitor wanted to see him suffer, and that he would do anything to get to him- including hurting Claire. He couldn't take that chance.
"Listen, Chris, I'm 20 now...I'm fully capable of walking down the stairs, out of the building, and down two blocks to-"
"Claire, that's not the point! I know you're fully capable, but guess what!? Wesker is also capable of finding you! Do you know what will happen to you if-"
"Yes, I KNOW!!"
Jill silently stopped sipping her coffee, thinking to herself. "Bad move, Chris...don't try to remind her of Rockfort..."
For the first time in the past ten minutes, there was silence. No one spoke, no one moved. The stillness of the air was disrupted when Claire quickly- violently- opened the door. Chris darted over to the door and placed his hand on his sister's shoulder in a futile attempt to stop her.
"Where are you going?"
Claire turned her head and shot a cold gaze at her overprotective brother. "I'm going...to get...a cup of tea...from 7-11."
...silence...
"There's a first time for everything," Jill thought,"and that must be the first time I've ever seen Chris Redfield at a loss for words."
Deeply embarassed by her outburst, Claire lowered her head shamefully and turned around. Her now-small voice gently broke the dead silence.
"Sooo...do you...want anything? When I'm out?"
Chris removed his hand from his sister's shoulder. The tone in her unnaturally mousy voice let Chris know she was sorry.
"No...that's okay. I'm fine."
He didn't want to close the door until she was completely out of his site- and out of his control.
"Made In Heaven."
Chris cracked a smile at the site of the words proudly displayed on is sister's back.
"Made in Heaven...that's for sure."
"I'm going, and that's it! Stop being so...so...old, and farty about it!"
"Claire, I'm just trying to protect you! Umbrella knows about us now. They know about you, and- did you just call me "old?" And "farty!?"
Claire Redfield's hand apprehensively clutched the rickety brass doorknob of the apartment. At the small, round table located in the kitchenette sat a cautious Jill Valentine, gently sipping her coffee and observing the Redfield siblings as the quarreled- once again- about Claire going out by herself. Ever since Chris and Claire returned from the nightmares called Rockfort and Antarctica, Chris had taken it upon himself to keep a closer eye on his sister.
To Claire, it was too close for her liking.
The siblings began to argue more- about anything and everything- after Chris boldly announced his lock-down on Claire. He was concerned about Umbrella finding her- it was always an issue, but not as big of an issue as Wesker was.
Wesker...
Chris knew the traitor wanted to see him suffer, and that he would do anything to get to him- including hurting Claire. He couldn't take that chance.
"Listen, Chris, I'm 20 now...I'm fully capable of walking down the stairs, out of the building, and down two blocks to-"
"Claire, that's not the point! I know you're fully capable, but guess what!? Wesker is also capable of finding you! Do you know what will happen to you if-"
"Yes, I KNOW!!"
Jill silently stopped sipping her coffee, thinking to herself. "Bad move, Chris...don't try to remind her of Rockfort..."
For the first time in the past ten minutes, there was silence. No one spoke, no one moved. The stillness of the air was disrupted when Claire quickly- violently- opened the door. Chris darted over to the door and placed his hand on his sister's shoulder in a futile attempt to stop her.
"Where are you going?"
Claire turned her head and shot a cold gaze at her overprotective brother. "I'm going...to get...a cup of tea...from 7-11."
...silence...
"There's a first time for everything," Jill thought,"and that must be the first time I've ever seen Chris Redfield at a loss for words."
Deeply embarassed by her outburst, Claire lowered her head shamefully and turned around. Her now-small voice gently broke the dead silence.
"Sooo...do you...want anything? When I'm out?"
Chris removed his hand from his sister's shoulder. The tone in her unnaturally mousy voice let Chris know she was sorry.
"No...that's okay. I'm fine."
He didn't want to close the door until she was completely out of his site- and out of his control.
"Made In Heaven."
Chris cracked a smile at the site of the words proudly displayed on is sister's back.
"Made in Heaven...that's for sure."