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
Love ChildThe monotonous ring of the telephone pulled Chris from the dark folds of sleep. His hand groped for the cellphone he had tossed onto his nightstand the day before. He begrudgingly hit 'talk' and put it to his ear. "Hello?"
"Hello?" A feminine voise rang in his ear. "Chris? It's Jill."
At that moment, Chris was wide awake. "Jill? It's... This is really you?" He felt tears swell up behind his eyes, threatening to break through and run down his face.
"Yeah, it's me..." Jill's voice was sad as she spoke. "I'm sorry... that I left."
Chris had a short flash back of the night he and Jill had shared months ago. Her lips on his, his body against hers, a night of pure love. Chris wasn't sure what he should reply, but was saved from the choice as her voice came from the phone again.
"I... I'm coming back..." She whispered. "I was..." She took a deep breath. "I was hoping that we could meet somewhere."
"Of course!" Chris was breathless. "Where? Do you have a place in mind?"
"Uh, yeah... I was thin
Al Coda: Chapter 1
Jill lies in bed, alone, cold, in the dark. Theres no one else in the room beside her, not like there normally is. Shes missing a certain someone, a certain someone with short, dark hair, and handsome blue eyes, a devilish grin, and a penchant for kicking Umbrellas ass.
She sighs and reaches out, touching the pillow where his head should be lying, caressing it instead of the brown locks. This is where he should have be; not lying at the bottom of an ocean to be the food for whatever fish is passing by at the time.
The pain hits her harder than the others know, than the others can see. Its hitting her every second with the weight of a train, carrying lorries, carrying set cement with steel girders embedded in it. Its clenching her heart in a steel fist, the coldness settling all over her body. Shes numb, though if its the pain of loosing him, or the cold room shes not sure. Shes shaking for the same reason, though the tears refuse to