Don't speak

By: Rezie

Chapter 3: Perfect Dream -song by Trapt-

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Ages

Rebecca Chambers: 22 Chris Redfield: 25

Jill Valentine: 24 Carlos Olivares: 24 Claire Redfield: 23 Leon S. Kennedy: 26

Joey Pilot: 19 Lorraine Tenet: 18


"May I decline from this mission? " Jill professionally worded. "You are a valuable asset, I must request an answer to why you feel you should decline" He softly asked, soon jolting into a "Jill cut the bullshit, what the hell is wrong with you, c'mon you live for these missions?" Barry stated, mocked in a form. Her eyes threatened to cry, the liquid dissolving back into her orbs, forcefully. Clenching her jaw, she stood up and shoved her chair in, angrily, and began exiting the room. "Jill…Jill… come back here "Barry requested, receiving a slam from the double doors. Rebecca, Chris and Claire sighed at his stubborn yet rude attempts. Leon, Carlos, Joey and Lorraine idly leaned on the pallid walls. "Sometimes you're such an asshole" Claire enlightened, hurrying to follow the rapid footsteps of Jill.

"Barry all of us need a break "Chris suggested, perceiving the tension in the room. The remaining six exited the room one by one, all entering the break room.


"Damn, sometimes Barry is such a fucker "Chris enlightened, folding his arms in frustration. " Well, how come she doesn't want to go anyway?" Carlos asked intrigue and a hope of understanding traced in his voice. "You don't know? " Rebecca intervened. "Nah, I wasn't there. I know you all were and Leon, but not me, Joey and Lorraine, fill us in" He asked as he took a seat in front of Rebecca on the leather sofas. "It's because of..this girl..namedAlice..they seemed close…because…well "She began. Joey and Lorraine stepped closer in curiosity. "Well..." Rebecca started again, finding an odd difficulty on retelling the story. "Well, she had died during the destruction of the Hive" Chris intervened, caressing Rebecca's back. "Alice died?" Carlos repeated blankness in his dark-brown orbs. "Yeah, you knew her? "Chris asked. "Yeah…I knew here" He smiled rethinking everything the trio went through. "I knew her well".


"Jill stop" Claire pleaded. With no answer, the woman halted and so did Claire. "I couldn't save her…I just let her die...it was my fault" Jill paused, her voice trembling and her body mildly shivering. Claire sensed this and took a few steps forward, her body soon stopping once again. The hallway was dimly lighted, some light bulbs burnt out, and the others, reflecting on the two, their shadows corroding the hallway, making it slightly darker. Jill turned her body around facing Claire, both invading each other's space, but none minding. Her ponytail was lightly tussled, few strands intricately posed over her flushed face. The two were both around the same height; Jill's shortly cut hair softly caressed her chin, as three stranded hairs made their way around her sea-green orbs. Smiling, Claire removed the hairs, sweeping her fingers around the woman's face and sliding them around the nape of her neck. "It wasn't your fault…it never was" She smiled once again, how that smile gave Jill a resort of comfort. Claire wiped her fingers around Jill's eyes, sweeping away the reluctant tears that began to form. " It never will be" Claire whispered into her ear, tugging her into an embrace, as Jill accepted.


"I can't…I can't believe…it..Alice..is dead" Carlos said, holding his broad chin in his hands. Lorraine sat in the opposite sofa where Rebecca to seat, and Joey next to her. There was an erotically awkward silence dividing the small break room.


"So where's Becky" Carlos disrupted the silence, taking notice. "She said she needed to take a nap" Chris idly told him. "I guess we where kind of caught up in the story" Joey added. "Yeah" Lorraine added as well.

Rebecca's POV

I cradled my head in my hands, curled up like a newborn kitten in the midst of the cotton blanket. For some reason, while I was re-telling, well at least trying to re-tell the story, a flood of memories came to me; A flood of memories, which seemed to drown me; a flood of memories of you. I remembered the day we had first met, the day at the train. I was trying to be so professional, so adult-like trying to handcuff you and sending you to jail.

Again, I tried to dismiss the thoughts, I couldn't; I never could. I tightened my hold on the blanket, I felt cold, and my body shivered of nothingness.

Looking around
Wondering what this is for
Sure it's fine but I don't think I need this anymore
I took down my self appearance
And I found the definite clearance
I'm getting bored
inspiration is drained
Till I see your face is boredom
beside me...

I could feel warmth touching my shoulder. Such familiar warmth, I shook the feeling away toppling over and falling in the velvet of my pillow. Again, I pulled the covers nearer. I could sense hands grappling around my stomach, soon relaxing over and tugging me closer. I felt so aggravated; all I needed was sleep, to sleep you away. My eyes flickered open, adjusting to the new-found awakening, the room was the same: Dark, barely visible, but yet it was visible. The pallid walls erected from the darkness, a closet was in the far corner and there were papers tracked everywhere on the shaggy carpet as a desk and file-closet were at the side wall, opposite from the barely-fitting-of-two-people cot I slept in.

I twisted my neck around, speculating the person that had climbed in bed with me, annoyance in my movements: Swarthy hair; Swarthy black hair, mixing with the dark atmosphere.


Feel this
Once one more to
Make sure its not a dream
I can't stand here any longer
Please don't wake me up
Your such a perfect dream
of all I ever...
Wanted at all

"Didn't mean to wake you" The enigmatic figure responded, his voice sounding so familiar. I felt his arms tense up on me. I moved a bit farther to examine the man that had found comfort in my presence. His eyes narrowed and he had a masculine face structure. I had to know if he was real, I had to. I brought my hand closer, expecting not to feel the warmth of his face.

I did.

I paused again, bringing my hands to expect his body. I could feel the rocky build, as I slid my hands. My thoughts rang with disbelief, pure disbelief, so I turned my face away.Facing the wall, I could still feel his arms wrapped around me.

"Billy" I said, hoping for an answer, hoping this wasn't fantasy and if so, I'd never want to leave this fantasy.

Bringing me down
A flow as the glass hits the floor
Shattered pieces
It's not what it used to be anymore
Ride it out on broken pieces
Tell me now what is your thesis
I need it more
To make it through the day
Till I see your face is boredom
beside me.....


I never met this dream...
Reality
Once I fall inside of you
Again its so hard
To keep my mind off of you
To keep my arms off of you

So unreal
So surreal

But, You're just a dream
You're far away
Boredom will follow around me again

"Billy? Hun, you okay "The voice asked. I felt my heart beating incredulously. "It's Chris, you feeling well?" Chris asked, bringing me closer. I didn't respond. I mustered up the courage to look into your face, and it wasn't yours, it was Chris's. He smiled at me, giving me a peck on the lips. He was going to kiss me once more, but I just couldn't, so I turned away, I knew he felt rejected, but for some reason he went along, sliding his lips around the nape of my neck.

Perfect Dream

It would have been so perfect, such a perfect dream, so perfect, but life isn't perfect. Most people I know fall in love with the person their really not in love with, I was one of those people, those people weren't content, they weren't living, they weren't anything but liars. So here I am, being a liar. I dismissed our actions, abruptly pushing the blankets away and making my way over the form of Chris. I knew he felt horrible, rejected and confused.

But so did I

My head throbbed, you're memories were murdering me. You were so close yet so far. I exited the room, still feeling the shivering cold in my veins. I hurried back into the break-room, seeing Lorraine, Joey, Leon, Carlos, Claire, and Jill all sitting on the sofas, discussing some sort of topic. I couldn't hear them, my mind went numb.

'Hey Beck 'I had seen Jill word out with their mouth, maybe I was dreaming because all of a sudden you were in my mind again. You were protecting me from some sort of centipede, a mutated giant one. The vision quickly stopped and my hearing came back. "Becky, are you listening?" Jill asked. "Huh" I said, accustomed to my senses once more. "Well, I've agreed to come, Claire talked me into it. That Alice would stop any sort of return of Umbrella, so I'm doing this for her "Jill happily remarked, smiling at Claire.

I smiled at her, a fake smile, as I heard the dragging steps of Chris.