DON JUAN (PHANTOM)
You have come here
in pursuit of
your deepest urge,
in pursuit of
that wish,
which till now
has been silent,
silent . . .
I have brought you,
that our passions
may fuse and merge -
in your mind
you've already
succumbed to me
dropped all defences
completely succumbed to me -
now you are here with me:
no second thoughts,
you've decided,
decided . . .
Past the point
of no return -
no backward glances:
our games of make believe
are at an end . . .
Past all thought
of "if" or "when" -
no use resisting:
abandon thought,
and let the dream
descend . . .
What raging fire
shall flood the soul?
What rich desire
unlocks its door?
What sweet seduction
lies before us . . .?
Past the point
of no return,
the final threshold -
what warm,
unspoken secrets
will we learn?
Beyond the point
of no return . . .
AMINTA (CHRISTINE)
You have brought me
to that moment
where words run dry,
to that moment
where speech
disappears
into silence,
silence . . .
I have come here,
hardly knowing
the reason why . . .
In my mind,
I've already
imagined our
bodies entwining
defenceless and silent -
and now I am
here with you:
no second thoughts,
I've decided,
decided . . .
Past the point
of no return -
no going back now:
our passion-play
has now, at last,
begun . . .
Past all thought
of right or wrong -
one final question:
how long should we
two wait, before
we're one . . .?
When will the blood
begin to race
the sleeping bud
burst into bloom?
When will the flames,
at last, consume us . . .?
BOTH
Past the point
of no return
the final threshold -
the bridge
is crossed, so stand
and watch it burn . . .
We've passed the point
of no return . . .

Gerard Butler and Emmy Rossum, "Point of No Return"


This is a little bonus. I wanted it to be in the story, but its just too sappy, however, I like it too much to delete it, so I'm keeping it in my notes. This isn't in the actual storyline, but enjoy Chris's original thoughts about Krista and Robin! Ok, Krista was hot in an obviously good-looking sort of way, but Robin was the only one I saw. She was ethereal, crafted from the primest materials, and she was human, flawed and weak, though she did her best. Her body was muscular for a woman, but just to the point where it was vaguely noticeable. Her skin was softer than silk in most places, even though she failed to properly care for it. She was just like one of the guys in that she wasn't afraid, and she loved to get dirty, but she was feminine at times too, scared and sensitive. She was really one of the most gentle people you'll ever meet once you get past her tomboy attitude and hard demeanor. She was the only one who could keep up with me in all capacities, as a woman, a guy, a friend, a lover, and in any other way she was needed. Robin was undefinable, unparalleled, and unmatched.


A woman in a tight black halter dress, slit on both sides to her thigh, smiled charmingly, batting her shadowy black eyes at Chris, ignoring me completely. I wanted so badly to jump from the doorway and brake her face with that smug "I'm better than you and your ant bites" smile. Urgh, it would take all my training to keep from murdering her...

Chris and I stared at each other in shock, understanding what the balding driver had been trying to warn us about. Not only was the informant a woman, but she was beautiful enough to make a supermodel jealous. She was perfect on the outside, a single flaw impossible to find. That bitch.

The dark-haired harlot with a sultry voice held out her hand, "Kirsta Dateman."

Chris shook her hand, introducing the both of us, "Chris Redfield, and this is my partner, Robin Burton."

"Charmed," She purred, retracting her hand before I could shake it.

"BSAA?" She wrapped her glittery paws all over Chris, acting like a scared little kitten, "Oh, I'm so glad you finally got here!"

I shoved my way in between Chris and her, "Yep, we'll take care of you..."

Chris sighed and shook his head at my knuckle-cracking, "Robin, she's the only lead we have..."

"Oh, be nice to the poor boy," My chest was big enough to see that I was a girl, but that wretched cow had to act all innocent and doe-eyed.

"Robin's not-" He tried coming to my aid, but the she-devil put her finger to his lips.

"HELL NO! YOU DID NOT JUST DO THAT! IGNORE ME, INSULT ME, BUT DO NOT TOUCH HIM! I DON'T CARE IF YOUR IMPLANTS ARE ON FIRE, YOU DO NOT TOUCH HIM!" I pushed her off of Chris.

She pouted, "I had no idea that you two were together, I thought because your names are different that you two weren't married, I'm sorry!"

"Oh, Robin and I aren't married," Chris said in what I hoped was an involuntary movement.

She arched her narrow eyebrows, knowing the entire time that we weren't married, "You know it's not healthy to have such a possessive relationship, right? I'm not trying to be rude, but a possessive other is a way to end up in the grinder rather rapidly."

"Really?" I scoffed, "We've been together for two years."

"Hm," She frowned, feigning concern, "Well, that's usually when the problems start. Forgive my prying, but you two have a healthy sexual relationship? Are there any intimacy problems? boundary issues? Secrets?"

I couldn't right out object, because there was something I hadn't told Chris, and it was the type of thing that he had the right to know, "We don't have to talk about this, in fact, we shouldn't, because I like to keep things professional."

"Uh-huh," She was acting like a shrink, "And, uh, Chris, do you feel the same?"

He froze up for a slight second before answering, though I doubted anyone but me would have seen, "Robin's right, we should focus on the job."

"Oh!" She sounded as if she were offended by his comment, "The syndicate calling themselves Chrome Springs is dangerous; somehow they had acquired multiple samples of the T-Virus, G-Virus, Progenitor Virus, T-Veronica virus, and Plagas. It would seem that they have an outside benefactor. I was involved with one of the so-called leaders, but he didn't trust me enough to let me in on the master plan."

I scofffed, "Figures."

She glared at me, "I barely escaped with my life! My poor teddy - I mean Lance, Lance Germaine, he infected himself, and he's on the run form his partners who are trying to contain the situation."

Chris bought her story, but her dress was skimpy enough to see a majority of her body, and nothing was there to suggest an assault of any kind, but I knew that it was too early to jump to any conclusions, so I kept silent, "Hm, I wonder about that... Germaine I mean. Was he the type of person who would attempt a power struggle and then flee? According to you, all that he did was mutate, attack you, and run. I fail to see motives."

"He wasn't the kind of man who desired power, but then again, how well can you know another person?" She looked at us, disagreeing with our eyes, "Well, I suppose that he panicked, because his partners were being too demanding."

I didn't trust Krista as far as I could throw her...

Much, much later...

I was sitting in a rough leather chair, video feed coming through on the t.v. Chris was in a hotel, Krista leading him back into a room, dressed less than when we met if that were possible. The way she was pulling him was obvious; it was the way you'd pull a one-night stand while the moment was still right. It was black and white and there was no sound, but I could tell it was them, and this spoke more than loud enough. I couldn't believe it. I could not believe what I was seeing. Chris...No...This had to be a lie...

"Do you see? Chris doesn't care about you, you're just a faze..." Albert Wesker gripped my shoulder, "A replaceable pawn."

No, this was a lie, Chris would never...I couldn't even think the words, "Chris loves me..."

He frowned, "If he really loves you, why didn't you tell him?"

I looked at him in horror, "You were watching me?"

"I am aware of every heartbeat," He smirked, "I know you inside and out."