Russian Christmas Music
A/N: I do not know where I plan to take this story. It could go a number of ways. I know I want Rebecca to continue looking for Billy, but I have no clue what to do with Kaitlyn's character. How can you find someone who has been dead for over three years? So I'm not sure how to end this. I know it has to end soon, seeing how it is now afternoon on Christmas day and all, so no matter what there will be a sequel. I might end this with a comforting talk between Rebecca and Kaitlyn, but we'll see where my hands take me.
The sun rose high over the small mid-western town not unlike Raccoon City. It soared above, gleaming off the snow that covered the houses and yards, the buildings and playgrounds, and the parks. At points it was nearly blinding, but the air was crisp with no breeze save for a gentle pulse-like flow coming from the mountains. Families were inside, celebrating the joys of Christmas with their loved ones. In an apartment on the third floor of it's building, however, not all was joyful.
Rebecca paced nervously around the room also occupied by Chris and Claire. They looked at her with worried expressions and tried to make small talk, which failed miserably. Kaitlyn was still laying down in the next room over, and she would not come out, or talk.
Something had happened last night, Claire thought. Something that had greatly upset Kaitlyn. And whatever it was Rebecca would not tell them, saying that it was a secret matter she felt that she should not even know herself.
"Chris," Claire whispered, so not to disturb Rebecca, "something major is going on here. With the next raid coming up soon and Jill returning with Barry, Carlos, and Leon tonight, we have to do something. Kaitlyn is not well, and something is not sitting well with Rebecca either. Do you think this has to do with Billy?"
"Of course it has to do with Billy. But what about him I can't really say. She wants to find him, I know, but I have no clue how she will. He is a fugitive, much like us in a way, and he is just as resourceful. If he doesn't want to be found then he wont."
Claire sat back. "We have to do something, about all of this."
"I know we do, but what can we do when we don't know what's going on?" Chris' voice rose high at the end, causing Rebecca to stop her pacing and look towards him. Tears filled her eyes, before she ran to her room and closed the door.
"Something has to happen, and soon. We are drowning here," Claire hissed.
"What about Kaitlyn? She knows more than we do! What if we get the information from her?" Chris asked, his eyes gleaming slightly. "She may not want to talk, but we have to get this sorted out."
They rose as one from their spot on the couch, and strode over to the door to Kaitlyn's room. Knocking lightly, Claire hesitated. Chris just opened the door and in they strode.
A/N: I do not know where I plan to take this story. It could go a number of ways. I know I want Rebecca to continue looking for Billy, but I have no clue what to do with Kaitlyn's character. How can you find someone who has been dead for over three years? So I'm not sure how to end this. I know it has to end soon, seeing how it is now afternoon on Christmas day and all, so no matter what there will be a sequel. I might end this with a comforting talk between Rebecca and Kaitlyn, but we'll see where my hands take me.
The sun rose high over the small mid-western town not unlike Raccoon City. It soared above, gleaming off the snow that covered the houses and yards, the buildings and playgrounds, and the parks. At points it was nearly blinding, but the air was crisp with no breeze save for a gentle pulse-like flow coming from the mountains. Families were inside, celebrating the joys of Christmas with their loved ones. In an apartment on the third floor of it's building, however, not all was joyful.
Rebecca paced nervously around the room also occupied by Chris and Claire. They looked at her with worried expressions and tried to make small talk, which failed miserably. Kaitlyn was still laying down in the next room over, and she would not come out, or talk.
Something had happened last night, Claire thought. Something that had greatly upset Kaitlyn. And whatever it was Rebecca would not tell them, saying that it was a secret matter she felt that she should not even know herself.
"Chris," Claire whispered, so not to disturb Rebecca, "something major is going on here. With the next raid coming up soon and Jill returning with Barry, Carlos, and Leon tonight, we have to do something. Kaitlyn is not well, and something is not sitting well with Rebecca either. Do you think this has to do with Billy?"
"Of course it has to do with Billy. But what about him I can't really say. She wants to find him, I know, but I have no clue how she will. He is a fugitive, much like us in a way, and he is just as resourceful. If he doesn't want to be found then he wont."
Claire sat back. "We have to do something, about all of this."
"I know we do, but what can we do when we don't know what's going on?" Chris' voice rose high at the end, causing Rebecca to stop her pacing and look towards him. Tears filled her eyes, before she ran to her room and closed the door.
"Something has to happen, and soon. We are drowning here," Claire hissed.
"What about Kaitlyn? She knows more than we do! What if we get the information from her?" Chris asked, his eyes gleaming slightly. "She may not want to talk, but we have to get this sorted out."
They rose as one from their spot on the couch, and strode over to the door to Kaitlyn's room. Knocking lightly, Claire hesitated. Chris just opened the door and in they strode.