CHAPTER VIII

Something's Go On

Cursing, Chris ran after Jill, but he had been too slow. Jill was no where in sight.

With a guilt burdened heart Chris returned to Jamie; who he saw through her emerald eyes, shared the same sorrowful feeling.

"I'm so sorry Chris," Jamie immediately apologized. "I…I should have never…"

As her words faded Chris shook his head. "Don't be sorry, there were two sets of lips there," pausing, Chris took a deep breathe. "The thing is Jamie, since the last time we kissed my feelings for Jill haven't changed. I think I love her even more; if that is at all possibly…" Chris laughed bitterly to himself "I royally screwed that up didn't I?"

Collapsing back to the floor Chris buried his face in his hands, he heard Jamie sit down next to him.

"All may not be lost, Chris."

"You really think so?" He asked, looking up at her with hopeful eyes.

"I've seen the way that she looks at you, Chris; I've seen the way that you look at each other. I don't think she'll want to give up on you so easily."

Sighing, Chris prayed that Jamie was right.

Later that night the group met again to discuss their final decision. Jill was already in the office when he walked in; watching as she refused to look at him Chris took a seat next to Jamie. He continued to stare at Jill until the meeting started, and not once did her eyes stray over to his own.

When Williams walked into the office all other conversations went dead as the Assistant Director looked up at the group expectantly.

"So, are you guys in?"

Chris looked around the room; into the eyes of each of his friends. The answer was there and it couldn't be denied.

Standing up Chris turned to the Assistant Director and in the most convincing, affirming voice he could manage he told the F.B.I agent. "My friends and I have decided to step away, entrusting that you at the F.B.I to push forward. We just feel that we've gone as far as we needed to go…and it's time to move on."

Chris waited for Williams's response, though he didn't know what he expected; disappointment, anger, maybe surprise. But William's didn't show any of that, in fact, he didn't show any emotion at all.

"Well then," the Assistant Director said flatly, extending his hand. "I wish you all the best."

Taking the agent's hand Chris whispered a 'thank you,' though he was sure his shame spoke louder then his words.

The goodbyes followed the handshake; Chris had said his goodbyes to the others before lastly turning to Jamie.

"Well…" he said to her with a sinking smile.

"Have you talked to her yet?" Jamie asked sympathetically.

"No," he told her, then instinctively turned to see where Jill was. He caught sight of her just as she was leaving the room.

"Go talk to her," he heard Jamie whisper; Chris turned back around and stared at her hesitantly.

"Just go," she said giving him a slight push.

"What about you?" He asked guiltily.

"I'll be fine," Jamie told him, she sealed the deal with a genuine smile.

Giving into his own smile Chris gave Jamie a quick kiss on the cheek before darting out of the room. He caught up with Jill in the elevator just as the door was closing; he slipped in just before the steal doors sealed shut.

"You have some nerve," Jill said acidly, she didn't even bother to turn towards him.

"Jill, I…it…" But as he went to speak Jill turned to face him, Chris wished she hadn't. Her entire face was narrow and angry, spare her eyes. They were just hurt. Suddenly all the elegant words that he had stored in his head drained away.

"Listen Chris," I don't really give a damn about whatever you're trying to say. In the end it really doesn't matter."

"Then what does matter, Jill?" Chris asked, he was becoming frustrated. "I mean I gave up the fight against Umbrella for you."

"Just having you say that you gave up for me says you're missing the point entirely."

At that moment the elevator stopped and the doors slid open. Jill went to leave, but Chris grabbed her by the arm before she could storm away.

"Jill, please."

Stopping she looked at him. Her expression was so firm, but again her eyes gave away the truth.

"Chris…don't," her voice was almost a plea.

Just hearing the tone of her voice Chris let go of Jill's arm. With his heart burying itself in a deep barrel of despair he watched helplessly as Jill walked away.

The F.B.I had arranged a private jet fly them back to Seattle, and for the entire flight everybody was silent.

Chris wasn't sure if the group knew what was happening between him and Jill or if they all simply had too much on their minds. Either way Chris was grateful, he needed the peace.

It was during the last leg of the flight that Chris found himself feeling incredible sleepy. It was almost bizarre, in one sudden moment Chris was overcome with this feeling of wanting nothing else but to fall away into a never ending slumber.

He was starting to drift away when he noticed a familiar figure come into view. As things started to go black Chris couldn't believe his eyes as he watched Alfred Ashford staring down on him.


Stirring from a deep sleep, it took Jill a moment to put everything into focus and when she finally did Jill still found herself utterly confused.

She was in a dingy cell; both her arms and legs were chained against a stone wall and an awaking Chris was directly across from her, he too was caught utterly surprised by their new location.

Even though her environment screamed that there was larger issues to be worried about, Jill couldn't help the furious feeling that she still was holding for Chris, even as they mysteriously hung there.

But even her anger went away as the cell doors creaked open and an ominous figure slipped into the small room. It was the man from the tunnel back in Washington, the bastard who was with Ashford when they had Jamie at gunpoint.

A whole new anger took over Jill as she stared into the men's cold, lifeless eyes.

"Mr. Redfield, Miss Valentine, I appreciate your presence."

"Like we have much of a choice," Chris snapped.

"Nonetheless," the man carried on. "I do believe it's time for formal introductions. My name is Charles Spencer, the founder of Umbrella."

Spencer, the name was so familiar to Jill until suddenly realization hit her. "The mansion!" She exclaimed. "That death trap belonged to you!"

"Oh, yes, my Raccoon estate. I believe it is you two who stole that estate from me."

"And I believe it was you who stole so many of my friend's lives!" Chris yelled furiously.

At this Spencer just sneered, then returned back to his point. "It was you two who destroyed my first great creation, though it wasn't long before my scientist out did themselves once again."

"What do you want to us?" Jill asked, already sick of his mind games.

"Well, not to put a too fine point on it, I want you two. You're whole entourage actually, but you two especially. I want to make sure things come full circle."

"And what's that suppose to mean?" Chris questioned angrily.

"I want what you guys took from me. You all are going to become my new creations," with a devilish grin Spencer turned to Chris. "I believe you've been through the experience before Mr. Redfield."

Both terrified and angry beyond belief Jill and Chris stared at Spencer menacingly. At this the maniac just grinned wickedly.

"I thought I just give you two some food for thought," he laughed, and on that note Spencer turned around and left the cell. His horrid chuckles could be heard echoing down the hall.

AUTHORS NOTE:

Well it's been awhile. I hope everyone had a good holidays. Mine seemed to blaze by and now I'm back at college. Ready to get my ass kicked by over load of credits, but what's a girl to do.

Anyways, now that I'm back in the thick of things I hope to get these last chapters of my world series out.

Take it easy,

Leah