Three years after the untimely death of his parents, Chris Redfield is struggling to keep his head above water. And with a unruly teenage sister, who is still grief stricken, he wondered how much harder things could be, if that was possible.

New, somewhat lengthy work incoming, be ready!

"You always do this!"

Chris rolled his eyes and threw his head back against the headrest, and his eyes wandered slowly to the right.

"I'm sorry, Amy, we'll arrange something."

"You better! Always fucking side lining me for HER!"

Chris clenched his fists as the car door slammed, rocking the little vehicle with a creak. He sighed roughly as Amy, blonde hair billowing behind her, briskly walked by his car, but not without slamming her fist into the hood. She disappeared into her apartment building without looking back.

"Goddammit…," he grumbled as he pinched the bridge of his nose. He leaned forward and shielded his eyes from the sun's glare; he could see Amy's apartment window, but there was no movement by it.

So damn close…he was in his apartment with her, he nearly got his leg over, he was as solid as a goddamn rock, he was just opening the condom packet until his landline rang. Amy's immediate rage as she lay there splayed all for him very swiftly destroyed any arousal he had. And now he sat in his car with painful balls, unsatisfied and downtrodden.

That's the fourth time…the FOURTH time he's had to cancel any sort of plans with his girlfriend, and all for similar reasons. It was still only just beyond midday, and he was lucky to even have a day off his warehouse job. He pressed a cigarette between his lips and lit it, absorbing the nicotine into his lungs for some stress relief.

Hell, he was lucky to even have a job; too many of his previous employers had dismissed him after too many early finishes out of his control. Hopefully this twilight security gig he had applied for will get back to him soon. Why wouldn't they? He had military experience, surely he was a prime pick for them?

Well, this time he was going to be in control. The proverbial foot was going down. He'd had enough.

He sighed sharply before pulling away from the curb.

He drove in silence, idly tapping the half smoked cigarette on the steering wheel, and ten minutes later he arrived at his (albeit not planned) destination and shut off the engine. As it sputtered and juddered, his eyes widened.

"Ah shit…" he whispered, as his dashboard flickered briefly with every warning light going, and a lead ball formed in his gut. Not this shit. He really can't be doing with this. Not now. He was either going to have to find the money to get it checked out, or God forbid go without a car for some time.

He exited, and the Summer heat was a cooling solace in comparison to the blazing oven inside the car (the window rollers no longer functioned), and he began pacing down the path towards the red brick building.

He entered through the double doors and immediately twisted left to face Ms Peck, the school secretary. This was only her first year working at the school straight off the back of college, but Chris was on first name terms with her due to his frequent and aggravating visits.

"Oh hi, Chris," she smiled, but even in her face Chris could tell she knew why he was here.

"Hi Linda, can you let the Principal know I'm here?"

"I can, yes."

She twisted in her seat and lifted the phone receiver with a hum.

"Hi…Chris Redfield is here…you want him…? Ok, I'll walk him through."

Chris rolled his jaw as the receiver was set back into the cradle, and his eyes flicked up at Ms Peck, narrowing his gaze. He has to go to the Principal's office? What happened this time?

Ms Peck exited the secretary room and beckoned him, through corridors lined with lockers and the faint chatter of students in classes. Upon one locker lined corridor was the janitor mopping what appeared to be a red substance, and he looked up at Chris with a grim smile.

Finally, after several sharp corners, they reached a door, and Ms Peck knocked softly before entering. Chris heard low voices before Ms Peck held a hand forward, ushering him in.

His eyes immediately made contact with the very reason that he was here, but not for long, as he turned to nod curtly at the Principal, and he took a seat.

So…" sighed Chris with folded arms, and he once again glanced at the teenage girl avoiding his gaze, "what's Claire done this time?"

The song for this chapter is If I Could Turn Back Time by Cher.

Idk, was tough picking something, but not the first time I struggled to pick a song for the first chapter.

So yes! This is the prequel for Made In Heaven that I may or may not have hinted at even while I was still writing MiH!

I'm not retiring the series just yet!

Also apologies for the very short chapter, it's more of a prologue than anything.

I actually don't expect this fic to be that long, if I'm brutally honest, so bear that in mind.