*I don't own any Capcom characters...and well...you all know the deal
-Meticulous*
"NO!" Jill yelled as she shot up from her bed, her hands darting under her pillow to find her knife. Grabbing for the first thing she felt, Jill pulled it from under the pillow, preparing to fight anything that came near her.
"Jill?" Chris moaned. "Not again..." He threw off the artistic blue comforter and sat next to Jill who had now moved into an armchair.
"It wont stop Chris" Jill managed to whisper. "They keep coming for me...when I'm sleeping. They never let me sleep." Jill had now begun to cry and Chris wrapped his arms around her, kissing her forehead.
"Jill it's over, it's all over... you know Umbrella was shut down. Nothing could have survived this long." He said slowly and smoothly, trying to comfort her as best he could.
Jill stood up quickly, ignoring Chris's comment and walking into their apartment kitchen to wash the sweat off of her face.
Chris sighed and leaned back in the chair. He knew she was going to keep this up as long as she kept having horrible dreams. How was a couple going to enjoy life when one of the two disregards all facts and refuses to trust the other?
A knock on the door startled Chris. He stood up slowly, reintroducing himself to gravity and walked to the door.
"Chris, I'll get it, you're in your underwear anyway." Chris looked down and slowly realized that he was about to make a complete fool of himself.
"Shit" he whispered, before looking through the eyehole that's framed by a painted gold metal that was banged up and scratched in more places than one. All he could actually see was a hat that said pizza. "Did you order pizza Jill?"
"Yeah, I ordered pizza at 2:30 in the morning, pepperoni actually, want some?" she joked.
"Then why is there a guy outside our door with a pizza hat?" Chris shot back, looking through the eyehole once more.
"I don't know Chris...maybe it's a robber, wouldn't that be exciting?" Jill laughed slightly to herself and continued washing her face.
Another bang at the door startled Chris who had almost completely forgot about the pizza deliverer. "Hold on," he yelled through the door, "just one minute!" Grabbing for his trench coat he covered himself up and unlocked the heavy, New York styled apartment door.
As he slowly opened it, peeking around the corner, he saw a man...in a black ski mask...with a 13 mm pistol pointed at him under what was obviously a fake pizza box. "Get your hands up now, or I swear to fucking god I will shoot your ass right now" the strange man said slowly.
Chris nodded and opened the door carefully, looking over to Jill before the man was in the doorway; he looked at her harshly, waving his hand to the door and then to the ground. This, of course, was basic S.T.A.R.S. training and told her "There's someone dangerous at the door, get on the floor." Jill reacted immediately, dropping to the floor and crawling into their bedroom to grab her knife.
The man walked into the apartment, looking around slightly, his pistol still trained on the center of Chris's head. "What do you want?" Chris said slowly.
The man laughed slightly to himself and then stopped suddenly, moving the gun closer to Chris's head. The man smirked and cocked the gun "You, and your little girlfriend, what's her name? Jill Valentine?" He laughed to himself and looked around a little more suspiciously. "Where is the little bitch anyway?"
Chris's face suddenly became pale as he realized what was happening. This wasn't a robbery...it was a murder! "I don't know," he spit out, "The whore ran off with some other guy."
The ski mask man chuckled and waved the gun around slightly. "I think I smell a liar..." he stopped waving the gun and fired once into the ground.
"Chris!" Jill screamed and she ran out of the bedroom door, her knife wielded and prepared to fight at anyway means necessary. She stopped once she saw that Chris was OK.
The man pulled out a second gun, this time with a silencing barrel. "I knew that all I had to do was scare the rat, then it would run into it's own death." He laughed once more, and had a gun pointed at both Jill and Chris. He was obviously not afraid to fire at either of them.
"Drop your knife or I'll kill your boyfriend." Jill obeyed, dropping the knife that fell and stabbed into the ground. "Good job, most women in New York can never listen" The man smirked.
Jill began to walk towards the man, slowly, but keeping a steady pace, showing no sign of fear. She reached out and grabbed a gun, pushing it away, the man advanced the second gun on her, but was too late, Chris who had sensed what Jill was doing, had already grabbed the gun away. "Looks like you're under our control now" Chris laughed, pointing the gun at the man's chest.
The man said nothing; he just glared at Chris, angry for his mistake. Jill reached for the other gun but the man had been faster, pulling the gun up to his waist, and firing once. Jill fell back screaming.
Chris fired, once, twice, three times into the man until he dropped, gurgling bloody saliva. He ran over to Jill who was clutching her thigh, still wincing at the pain, her blood was flowing freely. Chris knew what to do; he ran into the small, dirty apartment bathroom and grabbed a towel. Ripping it into strips he began to tightly wrap Jill's leg.
Once finished he stood up and wiped his bloody hands on his coat, relieved that Jill would be okay, that that the man was dead.
Chris walked to the his body and sighed, he'd always hated killing people, his father had once told him "The first time your kill someone is always that hardest, unfortunately, it gets easier as you go." Chris agreed because after his first kill he had cried all night but now it was shoot, kill, done.
The man carried a wallet with no information, just money; a lot of money actually, there must have been a thousand dollars in bills. Chris searched the body more, looking for clues or information on why the man was trying to kill the two.
He searched through the coat and found nothing, until he found an inner pocket with a single piece of paper, it read "20 grand is our deal, names are Chris Redfield and Jill Valentine, Exterminate, Do not leave any clue that lead back to us." Then it was signed "Umbrella Research Facility"
"Jill," Chris whispered, "We need to leave..."
*Well, I hope you all enjoy, I really am just starting this up so R&R or perish painfully ^^, Thanks oodles! -Meticulous*
-Meticulous*
"NO!" Jill yelled as she shot up from her bed, her hands darting under her pillow to find her knife. Grabbing for the first thing she felt, Jill pulled it from under the pillow, preparing to fight anything that came near her.
"Jill?" Chris moaned. "Not again..." He threw off the artistic blue comforter and sat next to Jill who had now moved into an armchair.
"It wont stop Chris" Jill managed to whisper. "They keep coming for me...when I'm sleeping. They never let me sleep." Jill had now begun to cry and Chris wrapped his arms around her, kissing her forehead.
"Jill it's over, it's all over... you know Umbrella was shut down. Nothing could have survived this long." He said slowly and smoothly, trying to comfort her as best he could.
Jill stood up quickly, ignoring Chris's comment and walking into their apartment kitchen to wash the sweat off of her face.
Chris sighed and leaned back in the chair. He knew she was going to keep this up as long as she kept having horrible dreams. How was a couple going to enjoy life when one of the two disregards all facts and refuses to trust the other?
A knock on the door startled Chris. He stood up slowly, reintroducing himself to gravity and walked to the door.
"Chris, I'll get it, you're in your underwear anyway." Chris looked down and slowly realized that he was about to make a complete fool of himself.
"Shit" he whispered, before looking through the eyehole that's framed by a painted gold metal that was banged up and scratched in more places than one. All he could actually see was a hat that said pizza. "Did you order pizza Jill?"
"Yeah, I ordered pizza at 2:30 in the morning, pepperoni actually, want some?" she joked.
"Then why is there a guy outside our door with a pizza hat?" Chris shot back, looking through the eyehole once more.
"I don't know Chris...maybe it's a robber, wouldn't that be exciting?" Jill laughed slightly to herself and continued washing her face.
Another bang at the door startled Chris who had almost completely forgot about the pizza deliverer. "Hold on," he yelled through the door, "just one minute!" Grabbing for his trench coat he covered himself up and unlocked the heavy, New York styled apartment door.
As he slowly opened it, peeking around the corner, he saw a man...in a black ski mask...with a 13 mm pistol pointed at him under what was obviously a fake pizza box. "Get your hands up now, or I swear to fucking god I will shoot your ass right now" the strange man said slowly.
Chris nodded and opened the door carefully, looking over to Jill before the man was in the doorway; he looked at her harshly, waving his hand to the door and then to the ground. This, of course, was basic S.T.A.R.S. training and told her "There's someone dangerous at the door, get on the floor." Jill reacted immediately, dropping to the floor and crawling into their bedroom to grab her knife.
The man walked into the apartment, looking around slightly, his pistol still trained on the center of Chris's head. "What do you want?" Chris said slowly.
The man laughed slightly to himself and then stopped suddenly, moving the gun closer to Chris's head. The man smirked and cocked the gun "You, and your little girlfriend, what's her name? Jill Valentine?" He laughed to himself and looked around a little more suspiciously. "Where is the little bitch anyway?"
Chris's face suddenly became pale as he realized what was happening. This wasn't a robbery...it was a murder! "I don't know," he spit out, "The whore ran off with some other guy."
The ski mask man chuckled and waved the gun around slightly. "I think I smell a liar..." he stopped waving the gun and fired once into the ground.
"Chris!" Jill screamed and she ran out of the bedroom door, her knife wielded and prepared to fight at anyway means necessary. She stopped once she saw that Chris was OK.
The man pulled out a second gun, this time with a silencing barrel. "I knew that all I had to do was scare the rat, then it would run into it's own death." He laughed once more, and had a gun pointed at both Jill and Chris. He was obviously not afraid to fire at either of them.
"Drop your knife or I'll kill your boyfriend." Jill obeyed, dropping the knife that fell and stabbed into the ground. "Good job, most women in New York can never listen" The man smirked.
Jill began to walk towards the man, slowly, but keeping a steady pace, showing no sign of fear. She reached out and grabbed a gun, pushing it away, the man advanced the second gun on her, but was too late, Chris who had sensed what Jill was doing, had already grabbed the gun away. "Looks like you're under our control now" Chris laughed, pointing the gun at the man's chest.
The man said nothing; he just glared at Chris, angry for his mistake. Jill reached for the other gun but the man had been faster, pulling the gun up to his waist, and firing once. Jill fell back screaming.
Chris fired, once, twice, three times into the man until he dropped, gurgling bloody saliva. He ran over to Jill who was clutching her thigh, still wincing at the pain, her blood was flowing freely. Chris knew what to do; he ran into the small, dirty apartment bathroom and grabbed a towel. Ripping it into strips he began to tightly wrap Jill's leg.
Once finished he stood up and wiped his bloody hands on his coat, relieved that Jill would be okay, that that the man was dead.
Chris walked to the his body and sighed, he'd always hated killing people, his father had once told him "The first time your kill someone is always that hardest, unfortunately, it gets easier as you go." Chris agreed because after his first kill he had cried all night but now it was shoot, kill, done.
The man carried a wallet with no information, just money; a lot of money actually, there must have been a thousand dollars in bills. Chris searched the body more, looking for clues or information on why the man was trying to kill the two.
He searched through the coat and found nothing, until he found an inner pocket with a single piece of paper, it read "20 grand is our deal, names are Chris Redfield and Jill Valentine, Exterminate, Do not leave any clue that lead back to us." Then it was signed "Umbrella Research Facility"
"Jill," Chris whispered, "We need to leave..."
*Well, I hope you all enjoy, I really am just starting this up so R&R or perish painfully ^^, Thanks oodles! -Meticulous*