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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
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
ValentineThe sound of the chopper made the workers of BSAA worked up, raising their eyes to see the survivors back from the Kijuju mission. Chris Redfield, now hero to the world, gets out of the chopper with Sheva Alomar, his partner, following behind him. The BSAA members applauded at them. Cheers roared around them.
"Chris!" a voice shouted among the crowd.
Chris whips his head around. Rebecca Chambers; a friend of Chris, a former member of the original eleven of S.T.A.R.S., came running towards him, pushing herself through the crowd.
"Rebecca!" Chris shouted back, waving at her.
Once Rebecca reached Chris, she pulled into a hug. She cried and told him that he was reckless and made her worry. Chris smiled and patted her head, he told her that he was ok and that he's back home.
Rebecca wiped her tears away and smiled up at him.
"Glad to see you back in one piece, Chris." Rebecca said.
Chris smiled at her. "Glad to see you too, Becca."
Rebecca looked down at her feet, tears welling up again. "I
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
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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