17
Chris collected his weapons and headed to his room. The room was dark; his curtains were wide open peering outside to the vast world. He sat down laying his weapons onto his desk. He felt a little happier, everything was going to plan, and it was only a matter of time, with some preparation, before returning to Raccoon City.
He shuddered, but he was saddened thinking back to the city. Now destroyed with God knows how many dead. The street he lived in, the precinct and most of all his friends.
He laid back into his bed and sighed, there was a lot of things that had happened to him, too many things. He had no job, nowhere to live; cash was fading quickly and what? Nothing to live for other than to stop Umbrella.
But what will become of him after? That's if he, Claire and Leon succeeds. What would be out there for him? Jill? But she vanished and maybe even dead.
No, not her, never her. She was too strong, just like Claire. She could withstand anything that he could.
Other than Jill who else and what else was here for him? Claire! His baby sister, he had to be there for her. She needed him more than anything.
He gazed up at the ceiling, the shadows of the moonlight bounced off the white ceiling. The patterns danced above him as if they were alive and full of life.
Chris smiled, he was needed.
He relaxed and closed his eyes. Claire was out and Leon was still dribbling over his weaponry. That guy had problems or he was genuinely in love with anything that can kill.
That explains his interest with Claire.
The window in front of him was open. The cool evening breeze flowed through, it caressed him lovingly. He turned to his side gaining a much comfortable position.
He seemed to drift away when a loud but muffled sound alerted him. It was the phone; it's annoying loud ringing infuriated him. He wasn't going to get up; he was too comfortable and half asleep. Leon could get it.
The ringing stopped abruptly, Chris listened. It was silent, either Leon didn't get or he did.
He returned to his relaxation and closed his eyes.
"Err Chris? You awake?"
"Go away. I'm busy!"
"Chris the phone's for you," he paused, "A Doctor Watson is calling about Claire. She won't say anything to me. I'm not a relative."
He didn't need much to be up and out of bed, he ran to the door flinging it open. He passed Leon as if he didn't exist.
"Hello?" he gasped.
"Mr Christopher Redfield?" questioned the woman.
"Yeah that's me. What's this about Claire?" he was so anxious to know what was going on. The woman was pissing him off, she was slow and it seemed forever for her to get to the point.
"There's nothing to worry about, other than some grazes and bruises Miss Redfield is perfectly fine."
Chris released a long breath, happy that Claire was fine. He sat down. "Where is she?"
"County Memorial Mental Institute-"
"What? What the hell is she doing in a mental institute?!"
"Well that's the problem, when the police picked her up she was having…an 'episode'-"
Chris couldn't help himself; she was talking about his little sister, "'Episode'? I don't understand."
"Mr Redfield if you could just let me finish then I can explain," he bit his lip, he was about to tell her every swear word he knew. Her rudeness and cold-heartiness was wearing on his patience.
There was a long pause, then there was a rustling sound of paper, "When the police picked her up," she repeated, "she was screaming and nearly attacking the crowd with a knife. The police phoned in for us and a van came onto the scene."
"What was she screaming about?"
"What we've gathered is something about a 'tyrant'. She was really upset and delusional. There was nothing to indicate an attacker was within the vicinity. However we did find two needle marks on her arm, are you aware if she has taken any drugs?"
Chris's mouth dropped open. Claire taking drugs? That was preposterous!
"No, never!" he was almost offended by her question.
"Are you sure, in most people when taking drugs their personality changes. Has Miss Redfield been acting strange lately?
These questions were getting very intrusive, "Well, err," she had been acting very weird, but that was because of Steve. He knew there was no point in lying, they were there to help her, "Yes," he admitted, "But she has been going through a lot of stress. Someone close to her died not long ago."
"Mr Redfield are you aware that your sister has had a history of mental problems?"
"She had problems when she was young. It was pretty hard on her when our parents died."
"Yes, but just recently she almost committed suicide."
"What?!" he choked, "When?!"
"About four months ago. She's been coming to the Institute every week for the last four months for therapy. Umm I think we should continue this at the Institute. We need to ask some more questions…"
Chris let the phone dropped; he just couldn't believe Claire was going through so much pain. And he didn't even notice it. He assumed that she was dealing with Steve's death very well.
"Mr Redfield?!"
He picked up the phone, "Yeah, I'll be right there," and he hanged up.
"Chris?" called Leon; he stood by the kitchen door a little wary of getting close to him. He seemed both upset and uncontrollable. His head was bent and covered within his palms.
"She's in a mental institute Leon," he looked up, "She's in a fucking mental institute!"
He stood up not knowing what to do, "You know what they told me?!" he paced within his area like a dangerous animal, "They told me that she nearly committed suicide four fucking months ago!"
He hit the wall with pure rage, "My baby sister tried to kill herself! And I wasn't here to stop her! I wasn't here to support her through her pain! No I was fucking out there," he pointed out the window, "trying to bring Umbrella down! I cared more about those fuckers than my little sister!"
"Chris! You didn't know. We didn't know! She seemed ok. You can't blame yourself," it was a pathetic attempt to calm and comfort him.
"Bullshit!" he yelled, "I wasn't there for her! No wonder she's been acting strange! Fuck!"
He picked up his car keys and ran to the door, "Let's go! At least I can be with her now!"
Leon followed behind, he knew she was taking medication and he didn't do anything. He left her alone when she told him to. But deep down he should have helped anyway possible, even if it was just a chat!
He knew he should have done something!
Chris collected his weapons and headed to his room. The room was dark; his curtains were wide open peering outside to the vast world. He sat down laying his weapons onto his desk. He felt a little happier, everything was going to plan, and it was only a matter of time, with some preparation, before returning to Raccoon City.
He shuddered, but he was saddened thinking back to the city. Now destroyed with God knows how many dead. The street he lived in, the precinct and most of all his friends.
He laid back into his bed and sighed, there was a lot of things that had happened to him, too many things. He had no job, nowhere to live; cash was fading quickly and what? Nothing to live for other than to stop Umbrella.
But what will become of him after? That's if he, Claire and Leon succeeds. What would be out there for him? Jill? But she vanished and maybe even dead.
No, not her, never her. She was too strong, just like Claire. She could withstand anything that he could.
Other than Jill who else and what else was here for him? Claire! His baby sister, he had to be there for her. She needed him more than anything.
He gazed up at the ceiling, the shadows of the moonlight bounced off the white ceiling. The patterns danced above him as if they were alive and full of life.
Chris smiled, he was needed.
He relaxed and closed his eyes. Claire was out and Leon was still dribbling over his weaponry. That guy had problems or he was genuinely in love with anything that can kill.
That explains his interest with Claire.
The window in front of him was open. The cool evening breeze flowed through, it caressed him lovingly. He turned to his side gaining a much comfortable position.
He seemed to drift away when a loud but muffled sound alerted him. It was the phone; it's annoying loud ringing infuriated him. He wasn't going to get up; he was too comfortable and half asleep. Leon could get it.
The ringing stopped abruptly, Chris listened. It was silent, either Leon didn't get or he did.
He returned to his relaxation and closed his eyes.
"Err Chris? You awake?"
"Go away. I'm busy!"
"Chris the phone's for you," he paused, "A Doctor Watson is calling about Claire. She won't say anything to me. I'm not a relative."
He didn't need much to be up and out of bed, he ran to the door flinging it open. He passed Leon as if he didn't exist.
"Hello?" he gasped.
"Mr Christopher Redfield?" questioned the woman.
"Yeah that's me. What's this about Claire?" he was so anxious to know what was going on. The woman was pissing him off, she was slow and it seemed forever for her to get to the point.
"There's nothing to worry about, other than some grazes and bruises Miss Redfield is perfectly fine."
Chris released a long breath, happy that Claire was fine. He sat down. "Where is she?"
"County Memorial Mental Institute-"
"What? What the hell is she doing in a mental institute?!"
"Well that's the problem, when the police picked her up she was having…an 'episode'-"
Chris couldn't help himself; she was talking about his little sister, "'Episode'? I don't understand."
"Mr Redfield if you could just let me finish then I can explain," he bit his lip, he was about to tell her every swear word he knew. Her rudeness and cold-heartiness was wearing on his patience.
There was a long pause, then there was a rustling sound of paper, "When the police picked her up," she repeated, "she was screaming and nearly attacking the crowd with a knife. The police phoned in for us and a van came onto the scene."
"What was she screaming about?"
"What we've gathered is something about a 'tyrant'. She was really upset and delusional. There was nothing to indicate an attacker was within the vicinity. However we did find two needle marks on her arm, are you aware if she has taken any drugs?"
Chris's mouth dropped open. Claire taking drugs? That was preposterous!
"No, never!" he was almost offended by her question.
"Are you sure, in most people when taking drugs their personality changes. Has Miss Redfield been acting strange lately?
These questions were getting very intrusive, "Well, err," she had been acting very weird, but that was because of Steve. He knew there was no point in lying, they were there to help her, "Yes," he admitted, "But she has been going through a lot of stress. Someone close to her died not long ago."
"Mr Redfield are you aware that your sister has had a history of mental problems?"
"She had problems when she was young. It was pretty hard on her when our parents died."
"Yes, but just recently she almost committed suicide."
"What?!" he choked, "When?!"
"About four months ago. She's been coming to the Institute every week for the last four months for therapy. Umm I think we should continue this at the Institute. We need to ask some more questions…"
Chris let the phone dropped; he just couldn't believe Claire was going through so much pain. And he didn't even notice it. He assumed that she was dealing with Steve's death very well.
"Mr Redfield?!"
He picked up the phone, "Yeah, I'll be right there," and he hanged up.
"Chris?" called Leon; he stood by the kitchen door a little wary of getting close to him. He seemed both upset and uncontrollable. His head was bent and covered within his palms.
"She's in a mental institute Leon," he looked up, "She's in a fucking mental institute!"
He stood up not knowing what to do, "You know what they told me?!" he paced within his area like a dangerous animal, "They told me that she nearly committed suicide four fucking months ago!"
He hit the wall with pure rage, "My baby sister tried to kill herself! And I wasn't here to stop her! I wasn't here to support her through her pain! No I was fucking out there," he pointed out the window, "trying to bring Umbrella down! I cared more about those fuckers than my little sister!"
"Chris! You didn't know. We didn't know! She seemed ok. You can't blame yourself," it was a pathetic attempt to calm and comfort him.
"Bullshit!" he yelled, "I wasn't there for her! No wonder she's been acting strange! Fuck!"
He picked up his car keys and ran to the door, "Let's go! At least I can be with her now!"
Leon followed behind, he knew she was taking medication and he didn't do anything. He left her alone when she told him to. But deep down he should have helped anyway possible, even if it was just a chat!
He knew he should have done something!