The Fall"Freeze Wesker!" Chris shouted as he and Jill bust inside Spencer's room. They both saw Spencer's cold, dead body lying down on the floor.
"Oh well if isn't the Dynamic Duo." Wesker said as he face both agents.
"It's over Wesker!" Chris fired his gun at Wesker but he simply dodges every bullet with great speed. Wesker rushed over Chris and gave him a Cobra Strike which makes Chris fall on the ground hard.
Jill aims her handgun at Wesker and fires. "This has to stop Albert!"
Wesker then dodges left and right then flips over the bullets Jill fired from her gun and he lands over in front of her. "Jill Valentine, how good to see you here." Wesker said while holding Jill's hand. Jill just stare at him even though she has the chance to break free from Wesker's grip. Wesker smiled at her. From behind, Chris tackled Wesker letting go Jill. "If you hurt her, I'll kill you!" Chris shouted.
"How protective you are Chris" Wesker said and then throws Chris to the ground. Chris gets his gun and star
Resident Evil - Until The EndChapter 1 - Home At Last
For 3 weeks the house was silent. Not even a creek of the brownish floorboards. That was only until there were giggles at the front door and then a click of the door lock. In came a giggling Jill Valentine with a stumbling Chris Redfield following behind. Jill stopped at the living room door and turned to face Chris. He was carrying all of their cases. 2 of them were Jill's and only 1 was his. They were away on their honeymoon. Chris had proposed to her in front of everyone at a dance the local police station had on. After taking Umbrella out Chris had reformed a new S.T.A.R.S Team. Jill was his second in command.
"Struggling?" laughed Jill watching him try to drag the cases in.
"No, I'm managing very well," said Chris sarcastically.
"Great! I'll leave you to it then. I'm going for a shower, just take the cases up to the room and close the front door behind you" said Jill as she headed upstairs with a smirk. She knew fine well Chris was being sarcastic.
Just Friends - PKMN - AAMLAuthor: Chibi/Warlordess
Notes: Okay, since most of the readers I know just click on the link to a fic in order to read the story, I'll leave the notes until the end.
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon; forgive me.
Summary: An anonymous third persons' POV on Ash and Misty's relationship. Short fic. One-shot. Pokeshippy.
Title: Just Friends
The two of them say that they're just friends.
Even though they met on the very first day of Ash's journey and have been inseparable since, minus the few times that they've been forcibly pried apart.
No matter how much other people let on about their personal opinions, or however high the pressure of maintaining the strictly friendly male/female relationship…
They say that they're just friends.
No matter how jealous Misty gets when another girl makes a move on Ash, or how his jaw drops when she presents herself with grace; they won't change their story.
Even though they always place each other first in ever
Christmas Lights n Mistletoe 2Chapter 3
Morning dawned quite late in the day, given the time of year but that of course meant that Ash, Misty, Brock and Pikachu were not woken by the bright rays of the sun like they would normally be, but by the simultaneous beeping of four separate alarm clocks, one for each of them. they were the kind of clocks that had a reputation for annoying you, the kind that started quietly and got louder, louder, louder; the electronic beeping noise nagging at you in your sleep until you just cant resist the urge to bring your fist down upon the offending object.
nevertheless Brock managed to rouse himself with the beeping without doing too much damage, as did Pikachu. A few seconds after Brock had put the eggs and sausages on the portable stove and Ash emerged, having a problem at first with the front door of the tent as he attempted to dive at the source of the food, but found the entrance to his tent still zipped up. his sleeping bag also managed to delay him for a few seconds but
Resident Evil Until The End C3"Chris, we need to talk"
"I've got nothing to say to you or anyone."
"We have to figure out what to do about our situation. We don't have much time, and right now the only option is to give Jill over to Wesker. The only comfort with that is Jill is trained to defend herself. Claire hasn't had enough training."
"You just don't give a shit do you? It's not your sister he's holding. It's not your wife he's after." Said Chris turning, his anger building up once more.
"No Chris. It's not my sister he has. It's my niece, my brother's daughter. I want her out safe just as much as you do. Now, you can throw the famous Redfield tantrum and kick my ass, or you can calm down, do your job and think of a solution to get her out quickly and safely without putting your wife at risk. I know you blame me but Claire is a big girl Chris. She's no longer a little girl that needs to be watched 24 hours a day."
"It's just so… Frustrating! Everything was great before the wedding and during the honeymoon and
Al Coda: Chapter 12
Shaded eyes survey the area around him, chairs and tables knocked over, lab coats scattered and various substances. Its slightly darker with them on, everything gaining a slight black tint. He barely notices however, body tense with excitement.
Movement to his right. Target. Female, blonde, shorter than him, wickedly armed to the teeth, a knife on her shoulder, a holstered pistol and the other in her hand.
One fast movement and the gun is knocked to the floor, and shes pinned to the wall
His grip around his captives neck tightens, and she claws at his arm, the black gloved hand trying desperately to mark him in some way, to stop him, but to no avail. He can smell the sweat trickling down her spine, her brow, between her breasts, the fear coming from her like a sweet fragrance, sustaining him, feeding him strength. His hide eyes bore into her grey ones, hers, filled with fear, tears at the sides. Her blonde hair is dishevelled, messy soft.
He remembers it bein