Author's Note: Well hopefully I didn't take a while to update this time ^_^ Well here it is…my eleventh chapter!
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One last note…I'm thinking about ending this story sooner than expected…even though I had planned to finish it this last week but couldn't find myself doing it because I still have a bit more to write ^_^ hehehe
~Parlance~
Alone
Being alone is a sad place to be
But then again it is my sanctuary
Death is contagious
That's why I run
It would see, so outrageous
That hatred is always in continuation
But really, it is life
Being alone is a sad place to be
So I haven't any need
To be so worried
I haven't the need to worry 'bout
What others would think of me
'Cause I am who I am
I am ME
—Me
He lay her down on the wooden bench; softly he did so, so he wouldn't disturb her peaceful state. She was warming up, he felt happy for her. He walked over for his shirt, which was pretty warm, especially for such a cold night like this, and wrapped it around her body, tucking her in.
She seemed lost, but he knew exactly how she felt. All was lost for him as well, his entire life, and he was going to end it just as this girl was too, and she was so close to completing her death as well…but these things happen for a reason.
Brian stared into deep thought, only did he find that he came across the thought: "What was her reason for wanting to commit suicide?"
But then again, why do most people decide to commit suicide, or even think about wanting to do it? Because of neglect, loneliness, want, desire—this is what life was mainly made up of…everything the human being is, is what life is..
Humans were greedy, no matter what circumstances; even the most preppy people are greedy, even the poorest and most destitute people can be greedy in their own ways. Humans only wanted everything they could possibly want or dream of. So really, why not end the human race if they're spinning in an endless cycle of death and poverty and war?
But then life was worth living to the fullest, that's what, somehow, this girl has taught him in many different perspectives. Life was worth living for the best of the best things that anyone could offer you; like love, the strongest and the absolute best thing anyone could offer another person. So maybe Samantha wasn't the person for him, because things like this would happen soon as well…all things have a reason for their happenings.
"Ungh...ungh…" the girl groaned softly as she slowly awoke from her feat.
He moved in closer towards her, seeing that her eyes were just now opening. It was still dark of course, and cold as hell, he was freezing his ass off for this girl, but that didn't matter to him, just as long as she was safe.
Jill began to slowly regain consciousness again, slowly opening her eyes, weak from her "misadventure." But now, the question was: Was she dead? If so, death isn't so bad. It can go by so quick without you really noticing it. Was this what the people felt like in Raccoon when they were turned into mindless zombies? Was it as easy as this? Did they really have it that hard? If so, she should have gotten herself bitten ages ago…
Oh well… she thought. I guess I might as well see where I am…but it seems so…so…so cold…so I must be somewhere good, I haven't been that entirely bad have I? Oh for Heaven's sake! Or Hell for that matter…just open your goddamned eyes!
Brian was beaming down at her, as her half-opened-half-closed eyes widened and letting the brilliant glow of the moon pass through he eyes.
Oh dear God! I'm somewhere BETTER than Heaven!
"Hey there," he said tentatively. "You all right there? For a second I thought that you were dead."
"You mean I'm not!" she whispered indulgently under her breath.
"What was that?" the guy asked her.
"Jeez…what a beautiful face…" she whispered to herself.
He repeated: "What was that?" and then chuckled some bit. "I could say the same for you."
She stared into his misty-blue eyes, noticing a kind and warm-hearted feeling in him somehow. She scanned the rest of him, every bit that she could see at least. He was sitting on the edge of something, and that something was the thing she was laying on.
As she scanned him, she noticed that he was shirtless and looked like he was sweating an awful lot. His hair was pasted onto his head, dews of water dripped onto her bare skin; they were burning cold—like dried ice cold almost—so he wasn't sweating after all. Well why was he wet then?
Well she wasn't really wondering about that. But what she was wondering about was how magnificent his body was. Seamlessly impossible to be so perfect the way it was shaped. Mountains collided on his chest and front, it was breathtaking almost, arms bulged and a bit twitchy—probably from the cold waters—he wasn't too big and not too small of course, he was lean and finely shaped as she can very much tell. His chin was sort of square, his face not brute-looking nor was it perfect, but he was definitely the looker, especially with those thick brows and wonderful misty-blue eyes, it made him all the more sexier.
And that voice! That wonderful, soft and mellow voice of his seemed to wisp in and out of her water-logged ears, filling her back with sweet sensitivity. She wanted to giggle but she didn't want to look like a little girl.
And what's more was that he called her beautiful too. Even though he didn't out and out say it but he implied it in the same way she did to him. She began to flush, her body immediately warming up to temperature.
Wet body—wet hot body—I'm here laying down alive next to this gorgeous guy—ALIVE! My God! This guy saved me! Do these things happen for their own reasons? Is there a reason that I'm not yet dead? Could something be telling me that—
"So are you all right?" he asked her.
Oh my God! That voice! She flushed even more; her skin was probably a deep red now, crimson most likely.
His voice just rolled off his tongue and through her ears, sending the shivers down her spine. It was a nice feeling, yes it was indeed. Her body seemed to have curled itself up in a little ball (not literally) because he asked her once more: "Are you all right? Are you cold, 'cause its freezing here."
She nodded her head slowly, it was cold. Hold me, she thought. Hold me tightly in your strong arms…embrace me with your warm body…
"I'll go get a blanket from my car then." He said to her, he got up and turned away towards wherever his car was, but then turned back and said to her. "What the hell of I doing? Why don't you just come with me? That'd be the ticket to take!" he said, walking back towards her.
Just as she was about to get up, he calmly said. "Don't fret yourself by trying to get up, I'll take you there, don't worry."
Not only was he good-looking he was sweet too. She felt as if she could just nibble on him!
"That'd be the ticket to take!"
What a cute thing to say, she thought as she slowly closed her eyes and rested her head on his shoulders as he carried her away into a new found glory…possibly a new life.
He was standing in his bathroom, washing up his face. He was thinking about her—Goddamn it! I forgot to ask her for her name! Oh well, no use on waking her up now—as he washed his face down with soap, still wondering why she wanted to end her life there, in that river, the same river he was going to end his life in. What rift was wrong in her life?
Really, it was none of his business, but if Fate had pulled the two together then for some reason, he had to know. But did he really believe in all this "Fate" stuff? Or was something just getting to his head? He often questioned this but never found a true meaningful answer.
"Right," he said to himself.
"Right what?"
A small voice said from behind him. He turned back, his face still dripping wet with water, and saw the girl standing in the doorway looking at him. He never got the chance to see her true beauty in the light before now—the night has past and day has set upon them—her skin a milky white, soft and tender was her—
"Excuse me," she said softly, getting back his attention in the direction of her face. "I want to thank you for saving my life back there…even though I was…well…you know…" she paused in mid-sentence and looked down towards the floor.
"Yeah sure, no prob," he said back to her with a smirk on his face. She seemed so innocent, so lost. She looked around her early twenties, while he, he was in his late twenties, turning twenty-seven in just three weeks.
He sighed and stared intently at her and finally said after a moment of silence: "Shall we go into the living room where we can talk? Eh…after I get dressed properly." He said with an even wider grin on his face.
***
Instead of going into the living, they both went out—Jill was wearing Brian's ex-girlfriend's clothes that she left around—for a cup of coffee at the nearest Starbucks they could find around the neighborhood. And so they did, they did not have to take the car though, they didn't want to after all, they wanted to walk and talk and talk some more when they got there.
"So why did you decide to do it? What made you want to in the first place?" Brian asked her, wanting to get an insight on her thoughts. He was always doing this; he could blame his father for it, who, by all respects, was a shrink, a psychologist.
She looked back at him, her eyes started to water, but she managed to answer him. "Well," she started, "this is gonna take a while to explain."
"Well throw your best explanation at me, I'm all yours," he said, still having that grin on his face. He looked like a little boy lost in a candy shop, not knowing what he really wanted, and she was the same, lost and not knowing what she really wanted in life.
"Ok, well…I guess I could say it started not too long ago, but really, everything happened about six months ago. Well maybe longer before that, I had started in the S.T.A.R.S. program, that's when I met him, the guy I thought I would spend the rest of my life with, Captain Albert Wesker. He was good-looking, slick voice, nicely built, yeah; he had it all, except for his attitude, which everyone hated him for, but still, we all respected the man for what he was.
"Wesker was not…everything, he was just a phase because of his position, how much power he had over us all, it made me…forget it…well, I made a lot of friends at the Raccoon Police Department, all who I'm really close to, well…There was one other whom I really wanted to be close to, someone who I cared for very much, his name is Chris Redfield.
"Chris was, well he was something different, different from the other guys on the S.T.A.R.S. team. He could be rough at times, but gentle the next instance. My female intuitions told me that he was the one; he was everything that I had asked for in a man. I had always wanted to ask him if he really felt the same way about me, but I never found the courage to do so. I mean, I knew that we had feelings for each other, but we just didn't know how to express it in front of each other.
"Well, soon after, we were called in to aid our fellow members, the Bravo team, whose helicopter had crash landed in the Arklay Mountains near a homicidal mansion known as the Spencer Estate."
Jill paused, looking away from Brian and took a sip of her caramel frap.
"Oh, I heard of that incident, the one in Raccoon City, where the remaining S.T.A.R.S. was blamed for the death of their captain and every one else left in the mansion. But I never really heard much more about it. Did that mansion belong to that corporation…uh…what was it? I can't seem to remember—"
"The Umbrella Incorporate, the psychotic pharmaceutical company that killed nearly millions of innocent lives!" Jill burst into a near-rage but managed to collect herself before she went to far as to jump out of her seat screaming and cursing at Umbrella for all the damage that they've done to hers and her friend's lives. "Well, anyway, Chris and I, and two of our other teammates, Barry and Rebecca, all made it out alive with the help of our pilot, Brad. Soon after Chris and I became closer friends, but we would soon part from each other again, he wanted to take a trip to Europe with Barry and some others while I stayed behind in Raccoon.
"Well while I was staying in Raccoon, Umbrella broke out once more with their virus, turning almost the entire population of Raccoon into mindless zombies. My life was at stake here, I had to get out of course, and find as many non-zombified citizens and get the hell out, and that's when I also met the mercenary Carlos, another man I trusted and cared for—very much.
"He was very—well he wasn't very modest, certainly was not a gentleman like Chris, and he definitely wasn't polite, but still, he was Carlos and someone I had mixed feelings about, especially when my mind was still set on Chris at the time.
"So, um, well, there was a little tiff in this little triangle of mine, and well, I figured I—I just couldn't live with myself now that I've done such a horrible thing to two men that I truly love." Jill concluded with a sip of her frap and drop of tear rolling down her smooth skin.
Brian said nothing to her, not wanting to disturb her "moment of silence." He understood what direction she had headed, the direction that Marcus appointed Samantha to look at. A love triangle between the three of them, himself-Marcus-Samantha, and these things weren't so uncommon. And now that he's heard Jill's story, her choices in life, he sees it all too well now. The truth was burning his sight on life again.
"So what's your story? Why were you there at the park so late last night?" Jill asked him, bringing him out of his short trance.
"Excuse me? Oh, yes, my story…well…" he paused for a second and then returned to Jill with that same misty-blue stare. "Well, not too long ago, I was in a relationship with someone, her name was Samantha, I often called her Sam, she was truly the love of my life. But there was interference in our relationship.
"A good friend of mine, and I'm sorry to say that he was my best friend, was this interference in our relationship. He told Samantha lies about me; he told her everything he could conjure up in that poor pathetic mind of his! He destroyed my relationship with Samantha! And even more, he ruined my and his relationship together as friends!
"So now, Samantha believes whatever Marcus told her, because she knew he and I were very close friends and she also believed him when he said that we tell everything to each other, making his statements more believable.
"Right then and there, when Samantha said that our relationship that we've shared for such a long duration of our lives was over for good, I didn't what to do with myself. The world seemed to have ended in an instant. So then I figured that I had to end my world in a clean way. I was thinking about leaving the world just as I had entered it, a bloody mess, but then again, I wanted it to be clean…no grotesque-looking death, I didn't want my mum to see me in that manner…"
Jill couldn't help but notice it, it was just very noticeable. Even when he's talking about death he's so polite…
"So that's my story," he finished.
Did I miss something? O dear God…I was too busy…not thinking! Not thinking! Not thinking!
"How sad…" Jill said, remembering only the part about his girlfriend leaving him. "I'm sorry to say that some people are ignorant and so gullible that they can be deceived so easily. But you know its how some people are, and you can't really change that. They are who they are, be they bitch or be they kind, they themselves."
"You really are a tough cookie. You're really smart too, and beautiful…what a wonderful combination—you're smart, beautiful, and tough…Thank you very much….eh…um…you know, after all this talking we never really introduced ourselves!"
"Jill Valentine," Jill said reaching out her hand to shake his. "And thank you very much for listening to me, I really appreciate it."
"Thank you, too Miss Valentine. You're really the first person I've told this to."
"And I you…"
They stared into each other's eyes, both so mysterious, both so shrouded behind a screen of obscurity…both so warm and caring…
Next Chapter: REUNION TWO
Author: Oh wow…it's really late! I stayed up almost my entire night writing this :P oh well! I must be getting some sleep now…testing starts on the 21st of April…damn…