Russian Christmas Music
A/N: Well... I have now gotten some reviews. Thank you Kaitlyn for your uh... consent lol. I'm not quite sure what direction this story is headed, so any suggestions in reviews would rock! maybe I'll get to the end of this one! And I might be sensing a sequel!
She woke up and looked around the familiar room. The room where she had spent so much time over the past couple years trying to forget everything she has seen, and hoping that Umbrella would forget about them and stop hunting them. It seemed they had to hide whenever they did anything out in public...
Trying to pull herself up, she found quickly that she did not posses enough strength in her limbs to move about. Feeling frightened, fragile, and alone, she opened her mouth to speak. Her throat felt dry and nothing but a rasping noise emmited from her mouth. How had she gotten back here? The last thing she had remembered was that she and Rebecca were having a conversation.
The door opened and Rebecca came through, carrying a glass of water. When she saw that Kaitlyn's eyes were open she ran over and set the glass down on the bedside table. "Kaitlyn!" she proclaimed. From the other room Kaitlyn could hear footsteps, probably Chris and Claire overheard Rebecca.
As they entered the room, Rebecca continued, "You just collapsed while we were talking! It had to be that the cold was just getting to you! I knew that we should have kept on putting wood on the fire."
Kaitlyn could not really talk, so she gestured towards the glass of water. Quickly Rebecca picked it up and held it for the woman on the bed to take a sip. "A little at a time," she said slowly.
Finally Kaitlyn found her voice again. "Rebecca..." what could she say? She had said some things last night that nobody had known before. She knew that no one knew about her and Brad. No one! They had kept it a secret, like so many people. Kaitlyn, at the time, had been so excited that she had been a secret that she did not ask why it had to be kept one... only excited that she was able to be apart of one. Why had he wanted so desparately for it to be a secret? Not that it mattered anymore, he was dead now and Rebecca knew all about it. She may not know the details, those she would keep with her until the day she died, but... Rebecca knew enough for it to be spread around.
Chris and Claire, the siblings caught up in a mess they tried their damndest to solve, stood near the door. They saw the look of nervousness mingled with fright on her face and hastened to exit, to wait until she was ready to face them.
"Kaitlyn, this whole thing is way above our heads. Why Brad had to die, why Billy had to leave, we can't understand it. We just can't. Hopefully one day we will have the answers we seek."
Kaitlyn rolled onto her side, looking out the window at the snow that was falling lightly.
Footsteps could be heard moving away form her bed and then the door opened and closed, without making much of a sound. "Merry Christmas," she said, looking forlornly out the window.
A/N: Well... I have now gotten some reviews. Thank you Kaitlyn for your uh... consent lol. I'm not quite sure what direction this story is headed, so any suggestions in reviews would rock! maybe I'll get to the end of this one! And I might be sensing a sequel!
She woke up and looked around the familiar room. The room where she had spent so much time over the past couple years trying to forget everything she has seen, and hoping that Umbrella would forget about them and stop hunting them. It seemed they had to hide whenever they did anything out in public...
Trying to pull herself up, she found quickly that she did not posses enough strength in her limbs to move about. Feeling frightened, fragile, and alone, she opened her mouth to speak. Her throat felt dry and nothing but a rasping noise emmited from her mouth. How had she gotten back here? The last thing she had remembered was that she and Rebecca were having a conversation.
The door opened and Rebecca came through, carrying a glass of water. When she saw that Kaitlyn's eyes were open she ran over and set the glass down on the bedside table. "Kaitlyn!" she proclaimed. From the other room Kaitlyn could hear footsteps, probably Chris and Claire overheard Rebecca.
As they entered the room, Rebecca continued, "You just collapsed while we were talking! It had to be that the cold was just getting to you! I knew that we should have kept on putting wood on the fire."
Kaitlyn could not really talk, so she gestured towards the glass of water. Quickly Rebecca picked it up and held it for the woman on the bed to take a sip. "A little at a time," she said slowly.
Finally Kaitlyn found her voice again. "Rebecca..." what could she say? She had said some things last night that nobody had known before. She knew that no one knew about her and Brad. No one! They had kept it a secret, like so many people. Kaitlyn, at the time, had been so excited that she had been a secret that she did not ask why it had to be kept one... only excited that she was able to be apart of one. Why had he wanted so desparately for it to be a secret? Not that it mattered anymore, he was dead now and Rebecca knew all about it. She may not know the details, those she would keep with her until the day she died, but... Rebecca knew enough for it to be spread around.
Chris and Claire, the siblings caught up in a mess they tried their damndest to solve, stood near the door. They saw the look of nervousness mingled with fright on her face and hastened to exit, to wait until she was ready to face them.
"Kaitlyn, this whole thing is way above our heads. Why Brad had to die, why Billy had to leave, we can't understand it. We just can't. Hopefully one day we will have the answers we seek."
Kaitlyn rolled onto her side, looking out the window at the snow that was falling lightly.
Footsteps could be heard moving away form her bed and then the door opened and closed, without making much of a sound. "Merry Christmas," she said, looking forlornly out the window.