Taking Over Me
The man tilted his head up, opening his eyes slowly against the harsh light. Squinting, he tried to stand up, but felt a hand firmly keep him down. Trying to clear the fog out of his head, he looked around the room and saw people he has never seen before looking at him. He was sitting in a metal chair, along the wall in a bright white room, and was concerned by the looks on the people's faces.
"He's awake." one girl with shoulder length dark brown hair pulled back in a ponytail said, starting to move forward, only to be stopped by another girl with shorter hair.
The man looked up and saw a muscled man in a muscled shirt with dark hair standing next to him, one hand on his shoulder. His touch brought back some odd feelings that stirred deep within him, although he could not quite place what they were or where they could have come from.
The girl with short hair took one step forward. "Chris?" she asked, sounding unsure of herself. "Chris, are you okay?"
It was apparent she was talking to him, but he did not remember. anything. Was his name Chris? He decided that these people seemed like his friends, something deep inside him told him that they were, and so he told the truth. "Who are you? I don't. remember. anything."
The girl with the ponytail put one hand to her mouth and looked like she was about to cry. What did she mean to him? He stared hard at her, and when the other girl, who seemed to be in charge, spoke again he did not hear. He asked her to repeat it.
"You don't remember anything?" she asked, moving close to him.
"No." he said with a slight shake of his head.
The hand removed itself from his shoulder and he watched as the man that had been standing next to him move towards this girl in front of him and put one arm around her. Were they together?
The girl stood up full height, not that she was that tall, but the man felt little at the moment. "Your name is Chris Redfield, you are a member of STARS, a special police force. I am Rebecca Chambers, I work with you. This is Billy Coen, he is one of us who knows the truth as well." She paused for a moment, then stepped aside and motioned behind her, "And this is Claire, your younger sister."
The man tried to process all of this. He did not remember one damn thing that this Rebecca girl had just told him. None of this made sense. His hand had been on his lap, but now fell to his side, where it brushed an empty gun holster. Oh God, he thought, what is going on?
"What truth?" He asked, trying desperately to clear his mind. Why couldn't he remember anything? It was driving him insane!
"The large company Umbrella is doing research that they shouldn't, that would be the short answer," Rebecca said, "But we don't need to talk about that now."
Chris sat there, looking from one to the next, trying to figure out who they were, if they were telling the truth. He looked especially hard into Claire's eyes, trying to decipher if she was his sister. He had no mirror, so he could not see if they even looked alike. Thinking about it, he realized he had no idea what he looked like. Feeling completely lost, he asked, "Do I have a home?"
Claire nodded, "Yes, you have an apartment on the edge of town. I'll take you there, we can talk." Hope filled her voice.
"No. just take me there. I feel like I need to be alone right now. Everything is so fogged, I don't understand. any of it. Maybe tomorrow, but not now." Chris stood up from his seat, and suddenly he was not sure if he could walk or not. Had he forgotten that as well?
Taking one uncertain step, he knew that he could walk, his legs just felt funny. "Please, just let me go home and sort all of this out."
"I don't know if that is the best course of action right now." Rebecca said, moving to help him stand.
"I feel that is what I need to do now."
Billy stepped forward. "I'll take him home. Rebecca, Claire, I'll meet you back at my place after this. We have a lot to talk about. Between Rockfort Island and that facility in Siberia Rebecca and I were at, we have some new pieces to add. Claire, contact Jill. See if there is anything new where she is."
"I want to-" Claire started, but Rebecca silenced her.
"Claire, he's right. Let Chris try to deal with this for tonight. We do have work to do."
Grimacing, she agreed.
Billy parked the car outside a decent looking apartment building. "How much do they pay me?" Chris asked.
"Not enough, trust me."
Chris opened his door, and let Billy lead him up to the front door. "The keys should be in your pocket. We didn't take those from you."
Reaching in his pocket, sure enough he found the keys. Not knowing which one opened the door, he handed the ring to Billy and let him decide. After a couple tries, he got the right one and the door swung open to a dimly lit hallway.
"You are up a couple flights."
Letting Billy lead him to his apartment door, Chris turned to say goodnight when Billy's lips met his. The feeling that he had before when his hand was on his shoulder came back full force. Chris finally understood.
Billy pushed Chris against the wall and started feeling down his chest, his hand pausing on his stomach. Closing his eyes, Chris wrapped one arm around Billy's waist and one around his neck, pulling him even closer. Hands now roaming freely, Billy broke free and breathed deeply.
"What. was that?" Chris asked, breathless.
"Do you remember anything?"
"Nothing, there is just. this feeling. inside. I know that feeling."
"Sleep well, I'll talk to you tomorrow."
Billy leaned forward, kissed Chris on the forehead, and hurried off down the hall.
Not fully understanding what just happened, Chris opened his apartment door and walked in. Confronted by the sheer blackness of the place, his arms searched either side of the door for a switch. Finding one, he flicked on the lights to present a small apartment, with one short hallway with two doors, presumably his bedroom and bathroom.
Walking past the kitchenette and family room he opened the door on his right. Inside was a small bathroom. A mirror took up most of the left wall and he looked at himself. Tall, short dark brown hair, nicely built, it seemed like he was being born again. Why could he not even remember what he looked like?
Turning around, he went into the bedroom. As he flicked on the light a hand snake around him and pulled him down on the bed. The light showed a very muscled man, even more so than Billy, lying on the bed, shirtless, and wearing only a pair of tight leather pants and sunglasses. Before he realized what he was doing, Chris was on top of this man, straddling him for only a moment before their positions were reversed with a speed that scared Chris.
"Who are you?" he asked.
The man looked surprised. A smile played across his face. "What do you mean?"
"I have no idea who you are."
Stifling a short laugh, the man leaned down and whispered in his ear, "Lets see if we can make you remember."
Sitting up, he reached back and turned off the light.
The man tilted his head up, opening his eyes slowly against the harsh light. Squinting, he tried to stand up, but felt a hand firmly keep him down. Trying to clear the fog out of his head, he looked around the room and saw people he has never seen before looking at him. He was sitting in a metal chair, along the wall in a bright white room, and was concerned by the looks on the people's faces.
"He's awake." one girl with shoulder length dark brown hair pulled back in a ponytail said, starting to move forward, only to be stopped by another girl with shorter hair.
The man looked up and saw a muscled man in a muscled shirt with dark hair standing next to him, one hand on his shoulder. His touch brought back some odd feelings that stirred deep within him, although he could not quite place what they were or where they could have come from.
The girl with short hair took one step forward. "Chris?" she asked, sounding unsure of herself. "Chris, are you okay?"
It was apparent she was talking to him, but he did not remember. anything. Was his name Chris? He decided that these people seemed like his friends, something deep inside him told him that they were, and so he told the truth. "Who are you? I don't. remember. anything."
The girl with the ponytail put one hand to her mouth and looked like she was about to cry. What did she mean to him? He stared hard at her, and when the other girl, who seemed to be in charge, spoke again he did not hear. He asked her to repeat it.
"You don't remember anything?" she asked, moving close to him.
"No." he said with a slight shake of his head.
The hand removed itself from his shoulder and he watched as the man that had been standing next to him move towards this girl in front of him and put one arm around her. Were they together?
The girl stood up full height, not that she was that tall, but the man felt little at the moment. "Your name is Chris Redfield, you are a member of STARS, a special police force. I am Rebecca Chambers, I work with you. This is Billy Coen, he is one of us who knows the truth as well." She paused for a moment, then stepped aside and motioned behind her, "And this is Claire, your younger sister."
The man tried to process all of this. He did not remember one damn thing that this Rebecca girl had just told him. None of this made sense. His hand had been on his lap, but now fell to his side, where it brushed an empty gun holster. Oh God, he thought, what is going on?
"What truth?" He asked, trying desperately to clear his mind. Why couldn't he remember anything? It was driving him insane!
"The large company Umbrella is doing research that they shouldn't, that would be the short answer," Rebecca said, "But we don't need to talk about that now."
Chris sat there, looking from one to the next, trying to figure out who they were, if they were telling the truth. He looked especially hard into Claire's eyes, trying to decipher if she was his sister. He had no mirror, so he could not see if they even looked alike. Thinking about it, he realized he had no idea what he looked like. Feeling completely lost, he asked, "Do I have a home?"
Claire nodded, "Yes, you have an apartment on the edge of town. I'll take you there, we can talk." Hope filled her voice.
"No. just take me there. I feel like I need to be alone right now. Everything is so fogged, I don't understand. any of it. Maybe tomorrow, but not now." Chris stood up from his seat, and suddenly he was not sure if he could walk or not. Had he forgotten that as well?
Taking one uncertain step, he knew that he could walk, his legs just felt funny. "Please, just let me go home and sort all of this out."
"I don't know if that is the best course of action right now." Rebecca said, moving to help him stand.
"I feel that is what I need to do now."
Billy stepped forward. "I'll take him home. Rebecca, Claire, I'll meet you back at my place after this. We have a lot to talk about. Between Rockfort Island and that facility in Siberia Rebecca and I were at, we have some new pieces to add. Claire, contact Jill. See if there is anything new where she is."
"I want to-" Claire started, but Rebecca silenced her.
"Claire, he's right. Let Chris try to deal with this for tonight. We do have work to do."
Grimacing, she agreed.
Billy parked the car outside a decent looking apartment building. "How much do they pay me?" Chris asked.
"Not enough, trust me."
Chris opened his door, and let Billy lead him up to the front door. "The keys should be in your pocket. We didn't take those from you."
Reaching in his pocket, sure enough he found the keys. Not knowing which one opened the door, he handed the ring to Billy and let him decide. After a couple tries, he got the right one and the door swung open to a dimly lit hallway.
"You are up a couple flights."
Letting Billy lead him to his apartment door, Chris turned to say goodnight when Billy's lips met his. The feeling that he had before when his hand was on his shoulder came back full force. Chris finally understood.
Billy pushed Chris against the wall and started feeling down his chest, his hand pausing on his stomach. Closing his eyes, Chris wrapped one arm around Billy's waist and one around his neck, pulling him even closer. Hands now roaming freely, Billy broke free and breathed deeply.
"What. was that?" Chris asked, breathless.
"Do you remember anything?"
"Nothing, there is just. this feeling. inside. I know that feeling."
"Sleep well, I'll talk to you tomorrow."
Billy leaned forward, kissed Chris on the forehead, and hurried off down the hall.
Not fully understanding what just happened, Chris opened his apartment door and walked in. Confronted by the sheer blackness of the place, his arms searched either side of the door for a switch. Finding one, he flicked on the lights to present a small apartment, with one short hallway with two doors, presumably his bedroom and bathroom.
Walking past the kitchenette and family room he opened the door on his right. Inside was a small bathroom. A mirror took up most of the left wall and he looked at himself. Tall, short dark brown hair, nicely built, it seemed like he was being born again. Why could he not even remember what he looked like?
Turning around, he went into the bedroom. As he flicked on the light a hand snake around him and pulled him down on the bed. The light showed a very muscled man, even more so than Billy, lying on the bed, shirtless, and wearing only a pair of tight leather pants and sunglasses. Before he realized what he was doing, Chris was on top of this man, straddling him for only a moment before their positions were reversed with a speed that scared Chris.
"Who are you?" he asked.
The man looked surprised. A smile played across his face. "What do you mean?"
"I have no idea who you are."
Stifling a short laugh, the man leaned down and whispered in his ear, "Lets see if we can make you remember."
Sitting up, he reached back and turned off the light.