Russian Christmas Music
A/N: This was inspired by the piece of music called "russian christmas music" by Alfred Reed. i do not own that piece of music, however awesome it may be, or any of the Resident Evil characters, as they belong to their own respective rulers, lol. So of course, this story will take place on Christmas, or more specific, Christmas Eve, two years after the last game. The original character in this story is Kaitlyn, who happens to be a friend of mine...
The snow was beginning to fall as the pair sat underneath a couple pine trees, looking out into the empty feild before them, thinking of past loves, of the death they had both seen, and of what their next strike against Umbrella would be. They could not narrow down one target, from the several that were scattered across America and Europe. How could a handful of rebels take down a company that was so large and powerful?
Kaitlyn glanceed across the dying embers of the fire to Rebecca, who was looking off in the distance, no doubt thinking of Billy again. How many times had she gone off searching for him, and even with the extensive resources she had, not been able to find him? How many times had she come back to the apartment some of the S.T.A.R.S. members shared looking downcast and defeated? How many times would Kaitlyn have to walk into the bathroom to see Rebecca looking at the razors with a gleam in her eye?
Billy had to leave though, of course. He was a wanted felon. Kaitlyn's thoughts turned back to Brad, whom she had only known a short while before he was killed by Nemisis, a couple years ago. She wanted so badly to feel his arms around her, and she wanted so badly to kiss him, to carress him and love him as he would love her, but he was gone. Kaitlyn blamed Jill Valentine for his death, and would never look her in the eye again.
"The wood is burning low..." Rebecca mumbled, looking forlornly at the last flames sputtering to find something to burn. "Do you think we should go back soon?" She asked, knowing that the other S.T.A.R.S. would we worried if they stayed out too long.
Kaitlyn said nothing in reply, just continued to look out over the feild. The cold did not touch her, it did not sink into her skin like it once had.
"Tomorrow is Christmas..." Rebecca said sadly. "Everyone else has someone to spend it with."
"Not us," was all the reply Kaitlyn had to offer.
Rebecca moved to put another log on the fire but Kaitlyn stopped her. "I don't need it," she said, knowing that her friend could feel the cold no more than she herself could. Was this hole inside of her ever going to mend? Or would she be doomed to not feel for the rest of her life?
Staring up towards the stars, the two girls in their early twenties were more lost than anyone they could ever dream of, and yet the way home was just before them...
A/N: This was inspired by the piece of music called "russian christmas music" by Alfred Reed. i do not own that piece of music, however awesome it may be, or any of the Resident Evil characters, as they belong to their own respective rulers, lol. So of course, this story will take place on Christmas, or more specific, Christmas Eve, two years after the last game. The original character in this story is Kaitlyn, who happens to be a friend of mine...
The snow was beginning to fall as the pair sat underneath a couple pine trees, looking out into the empty feild before them, thinking of past loves, of the death they had both seen, and of what their next strike against Umbrella would be. They could not narrow down one target, from the several that were scattered across America and Europe. How could a handful of rebels take down a company that was so large and powerful?
Kaitlyn glanceed across the dying embers of the fire to Rebecca, who was looking off in the distance, no doubt thinking of Billy again. How many times had she gone off searching for him, and even with the extensive resources she had, not been able to find him? How many times had she come back to the apartment some of the S.T.A.R.S. members shared looking downcast and defeated? How many times would Kaitlyn have to walk into the bathroom to see Rebecca looking at the razors with a gleam in her eye?
Billy had to leave though, of course. He was a wanted felon. Kaitlyn's thoughts turned back to Brad, whom she had only known a short while before he was killed by Nemisis, a couple years ago. She wanted so badly to feel his arms around her, and she wanted so badly to kiss him, to carress him and love him as he would love her, but he was gone. Kaitlyn blamed Jill Valentine for his death, and would never look her in the eye again.
"The wood is burning low..." Rebecca mumbled, looking forlornly at the last flames sputtering to find something to burn. "Do you think we should go back soon?" She asked, knowing that the other S.T.A.R.S. would we worried if they stayed out too long.
Kaitlyn said nothing in reply, just continued to look out over the feild. The cold did not touch her, it did not sink into her skin like it once had.
"Tomorrow is Christmas..." Rebecca said sadly. "Everyone else has someone to spend it with."
"Not us," was all the reply Kaitlyn had to offer.
Rebecca moved to put another log on the fire but Kaitlyn stopped her. "I don't need it," she said, knowing that her friend could feel the cold no more than she herself could. Was this hole inside of her ever going to mend? Or would she be doomed to not feel for the rest of her life?
Staring up towards the stars, the two girls in their early twenties were more lost than anyone they could ever dream of, and yet the way home was just before them...