…February 2005…
Goodbye… My Friend
Chris Redfield just got back to his apartment, excited for what was going to happen. Jill and Barry were coming to drop by. Setting his keys on the table, he took off his police uniform and placed his gun on the table.
Coming to the fridge, he grabbed a Corona and popped the cap open and took a few sips. He collapsed onto the couch and looked at the clock; 7:30 p.m. 15 more minutes. Chris got up and darted through his two bedroom apartment, straightening things out and put on a pair of casual clothes and hung his uniform in the closet.
Ring! Ring! Ring! He darted for his cell phone and flipped it open and put it to his ear. "Hello?"
"Hey, Chris!"
"Jill!" He said happily, "Where are you two?"
"We're right in front of you're apartment, look out the window."
Chris darted to the window and pulled back the drapes and peered down seeing two figures below looking up and then waving. He smiled and opened the window, "Well? What are you two waiting for? Come on up!"
He watched as both Jill and Barry went into the building. Chris hung the phone up and placed it in his side pocket. He took another sip of his drink and set it on the table when there was a knock at the door.
"It's open!" he shouted. Jill came in smiling and was followed by Barry next as he shut the door.
"Hey, you guys!" Chris said giving Jill a hug.
"It's so great to see you again after so long." Jill said releasing her hug. Barry came next and grabbed Chris' hand and shook it and pulled him forward and patted him in the shoulder.
"Barry…" Chris said, "How's the family?"
"Doing great, Chris. Doing great." Barry said, his 6 foot tall body towering over both of them.
They both sat down on the couch with their bags at their feet, "Sheesh, I'm starving!" Jill said falling back, melting into the couch.
"You guys wanna go out to eat? There's a great diner just a few blocks down the street."
Outside the apartment building a black van pulled up to the front. The doors slid open and a figure stepped onto the ground.
"Remember, exterminate them all."
"Understood." The figure said switching on his radio, "I'm at the destination."
"Good, make me proud. We'll pick you up at the rendezvous point."
The van pulled out of the parking lot leaving the figure alone to do his mission.
"Well, what do you got?" Barry said getting up, "Sandwiches?"
Chris gave a shrug, "Got peanut- butter but, no bread."
"Diner it is, then." Jill interrupted, "Is it as good as Emmy's?"
Chris looked at her, "I forgot."
"Come on, you ate their everyday for as long as I could remember." Jill added on getting up and putting on her coat.
He grabbed his coat and put it on giving her a stern look, "I'm trying to forget."
There was silence; Emmy's was one of the diners he went to about five times a week to eat back in Raccoon City. He tried forgetting after what had happened six years ago with the viral outbreak. It was best if the subject was left alone.
Barry then broke the silence by clapping his hands together, "So, why don't we go now. I'll pay the bill."
There was then a knock at the door and Chris went towards it when Barry got in his way.
"I'll get it." He said opening the door.
Chris watched Barry's expression change after he opened the door, "What is it?"
Barry opened the door and saw a man about a few inches smaller then he was. The fellow was dressed like a war had begun, his face concealed behind a mask. "Can I help you?"
"Is this the Redfield residence?" The figure asked.
"Who's asking?" Without saying anything else, the figure pulled out an MP5K and pointed it at Barry. "CHRIS!"
Chris saw the hefty gun and grabbed his gun on the table-
Ratatataa! Bullets slammed into Barry's body as the intruder fired, all direct hits.
"BARRY!" He heard Jill scream.
Barry fell to the floor clutching his stomach and Chris took off out the door and after the intruder.
Jill ran to Barry and applied pressure to his wounds. "Barry, hang in there! Don't die."
All she heard was his gasping breaths as she quickly pulled the drapes off the window and pressed it to his stomach. "Hold that there while I call for help."
He was bleeding non stop. Literally, it was a damn river of blood.
"J-! Jill!" he said.
"No, no! Be quiet, don't say a thing." Tears were pouring from her eyes as she applied more direct pressure with her blood drenched hands. "Hold that there!" No response.
She looked at Barry who was motionless. She shook his shoulders, "Barry! Stay with me! Barry?!" No response.
Barry Burton was dead. Jill began sobbing loudly burying her hand in her hands, "BARRY! NO! BARRY!"
Chris fired his weapon and the intruder flinched, "Damn it!" He only grazed him. He watched as the figure went through the stairway exit and disappeared behind the door.
Chris crashed through the door and went down the winding staircase firing down at Barry's attacker, sending sparks off the rails. The attacker stopped momentarily and fired a spray of rounds towards him.
He dove to the ground and rolled down the stairs. Peering over the railing, he caught the masked intruder go through the second floor door.
Chris caught up and slammed into the door, feeling it slightly budge, "Shit, it's locked!" He growled in fury, shooting the handle and kicked it open.
The attacker was waiting in the hall with their gun at him and Chris jumped to the side as another hail of bullets flew past.
After stopping Chris aimed his gun and got a fix on the enemies head-
-and stopped as a small child got in the way, buying time for the attacker.
Chris ran past the small kid as he started crying and turned through the corridor and fired three times, missing as bits of plywood shot from the wall.
The enemy was nearing a window and Chris fired again hitting him in the back of the head. No effect, he wore a helmet.
He watched as the intruder dove through the second story window. Chris came to a stop and watched him land swiftly on his feet. "Damn!" The attacker looked up at him and began running down back through the alley behind the apartment.
Chris hesitated and then made a run for the window and landed on the asphalt and rolled on his back and into a crouch and took off after the figure.
Jill panicked as she dialed 911, retrying as her bloody fingers slipped off the number dial as she cried.
"911 emergency. Please state your emergency."
"Someone came and killed my friend!" She screamed.
"I need you to speak more clearly."
"SOMEONE KILLED MY FRIEND, DAMN IT!" She screamed pressing the phone on her forehead.
"Please remain calm. Help is on the way."
"HOW CAN I REMAIN CALM? HE'S DEAD, YOU- BITCH!"
Chris was literally sprinting down the alley, the intruder about 15 meters from him. That asshole was fast.
There was a fence up ahead; it would probably slow down the attacker. Chris hoped it would. The attacker stopped momentarily and then quickly climbed over the fence like a cat.
Chris aimed his gun and pulled the trigger to only hear a click. "Son of a-"
He took after him again, reloading would take at least a few seconds and the attacker would be long gone by the way he moved. Chris made it to the fence and climbed over it and landed on his feet.
Up ahead was main street and the attacker quickly disappeared through a crowd of people. Chris pulled his badge out and flashed it at every while holding his gun in the air, "Precinct 32 Police, move out of the way!"
Everybody began screaming as they cleared away. He spotted the attacker go through the oriental part of town and he kept his pace and followed, crashing into a cart of chickens.
Chris stumbled a bit and ignored the Asian man who was screaming obscenities at him for knocking over his cart. He spotted the attacker just veer right at the corner of the street.
"The docks!" He mumbled under his breath, by the direction he was going, the attacker was going towards the docks.
Chris made the turn and jumped behind the dumpster while the attacker sprayed another shower of bullets. Hearing the footsteps proceed away again, he reloaded his weapon and took off.
The alley they were taking had no turns or back routes, just complete straight. Chris discharged his weapon in the air then at the ground near the attacker's feet. As the sparks flew near inches from touching his foot, the attacker stopped.
"Police! Drop your weapon and put your hands on your head!" The attacker hesitated, "Do it!"
Chris ran to him with caution as he dropped his empty weapon and turned around with his hands up, "Don't hurt me officer, I'm just doing my job."
"And I'm doing mine as well!" Chris growled.
The attacker looked down and motioned up at his hand, Chris looked. It was hard to tell in the darkness on what he was holding, "In that case…Catch."
The attacker threw the object and it discharged on the ground. Bright light overwhelmed him and Chris' eyes began burning. A flash grenade.
Chris rubbed his eyes groaning as his head spun. With the side effects wearing off a bit he took off again, stumbling a bit.
The attacker was now on the docks, he could hear the slamming of his boots on the wooden surface. Chris started firing again, draining his clip and missing due to his lack of concentration.
The attacker made it to the docks after discharging a stun grenade and switched his radio back on, "I'm ready!"
Redfield was good in keeping up, but he was better…much better.
"Have you exterminated the targets?"
"Only Burton. Redfield is on my tale, request pick up immediately."
"Why don't you take care of him?"
He sighed, "No ammo, we could get him with the chopper."
"Affirmative."
A chopper quickly flew above Chris and towards the attacker and set down low enough for Barry's attacker to hop on.
With the attacker on board, the choppers search lights shot across Chris' face. With no ammo to fire upon the chopper's engine, he was a sitting duck.
The chopper rotated to its left side revealing a mini gun manned by the masked attacker.
"Shit!" Chris made a break for the street has the concrete began tossing up rubble as he was being fired upon.
If he made it to the open of the street, they should stop, it was him they were after.
The gunfire suddenly stopped and Chris looked back watching the chopper depart for the ocean horizon. "Damn it, damn it, DAMN IT! DAMN IT!" He cursed throwing his empty weapon on the ground.
Barry's body was zipped into a black body bag and set on a stretcher. Jill was lying on the couch, her face pale and her eyes bloodshot as she was asked yes and no questions by the police chief.
"Do you know anyone who could've done this?" Chief Parks asked.
"No…" she said in a monotone voice.
"Anyone at all?"
"No…" She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip. She wanted to say Umbrella but they were no more, haven't been for six years.
"Does Barry Burton have any family we need to inform?"
"Yes…"
Parks shook his head, "Damn, it."
Just then, Chris walked through the door passing by the paramedics and looked down at the body bag on the stretcher, "No…"
This couldn't be real.
Note: For all you Wesker lovers, stay calm he'll be introduced in the next chapter or the one after that, I don't know but, it's soon. You'll get your Weskie! And I understand if your pissed off with Barry dying, I know..... You can flame the crap out of me if you want.
