Resident Evil Series Fan Fiction ❯ Resident Evil Blood ❯ Chapter 3 Questions ( Chapter 3 )
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By: DugFinn 
Chris and the group finally make it back to the camp, but is Carlos OK? And... Is that Claire?!
Non Anime: Resident Evil Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Suspense / Romance / Horror / Drama / Action | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 01.30.2009 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.9K | Visits: 317 | Status: Work In Progress
Chris and the group finally make it back to the camp, but is Carlos OK? And... Is that Claire?!
Non Anime: Resident Evil Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Suspense / Romance / Horror / Drama / Action | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 01.30.2009 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.9K | Visits: 317 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: I don’t own nothing’. Except a AK-47, Beretta PX4 Storm and a 92 FS. And a shotgun, or as I like to call him, My Zombie Repellent. Resident Evil and it’s many AWESOME characters are all property of Capcom and I am simply borrowing their likeness to use for my own nefarious deeds - to rule the world! I mean… Uh… Bake sale! Yeah. Bake sale (and THEN rule the world!).
Resident Evil Blood
Chapter 3 – Questions
Jill took a white mug between her hands and filled it with bitter brown liquid that she and everyone else had grown used to calling "coffee." It didn't taste all that great, but, it had enough artificial caffeine in it to get the job done. She pressed the porcelain to her lips avoiding the area with the chip in the enamel. Swallowing the vile liquid, she set her mug back down on the table. "It's all my fault," she repeated, running her hand through her hair. "If only I hadn't yelled for you to go, he-"
"No, it's my fault," Jeremy shook his head while wiping away at his brow. "I shouldn't have hit the gas so hard, I mean, I knew he was up there-!"
"Both of you stop this," Chris whispered. "If this is anyone's fault it's his for not holding on better.” He sighed. “And mine for making you go through such a reckless plan…"
"Chris, it wasn't!" Jill snapped. "If it wasn't for you, we'd all be dead right now."
"Yeah, you saved us!" Jeremy finished just as a man in a white doctor’s coat came into the waiting room.
Jill immediately got up, "How is he?" she asked stepping up to him. Her hand was pressed against her chest.
"Well, the good news is," the doctor began in a cheerful tone, "That he's going to be perfectly fine." Everyone in the room breathed a huge breath of relief. The air itself became less heavy with the news.
"But the bad...?" Jeremy gulped fearing the worst.
"Is he‘s going to have one hell of a headache when he wakes up," the doctor smiled. "It's a mild concussion. Got the wind knocked out of him and frankly I think he's just suffering from both shock and fatigue. Honestly, it could have been a lot worst. All he needs now is some rest and relaxation. Obviously, a few days off to-" He frowned. "Actually, both of you look like you could take a dose of what he's getting. When was the last time either of you slept?” He turned to Jill specifically. “Jill?"
Unfortunately, she halfway wasn't paying attention to him anymore. After he had said that Carlos was going to be alright, she suddenly felt the stress of everything that had happened hit her all at once. Her entire body felt like lead. "Thank god," she sniffed, rubbing her eyes. "He's going to be OK. Can I see him?"
The doctor didn't say much for several seconds. "Only if you promise to take the bed next to him and get some shut eye." He nodded in the direction of Jeremy. "You too, tough guy."
"Honestly," Jeremy started shaking his head, "I don't think I could stay awake another two minutes if I had a freakin' cerberus chasing me down this very moment." Both he and Jill gave each other a look and promptly excused themselves. They thanked the doctor and walked into the infirmary where Carlos was resting.
Chris stayed outside in the waiting lobby not really feeling too keen on seeing the three burnt out BSAA members. He sighed as he still chastised himself. He had been careless. This easily could have ended up very badly. In fact, he was lucky they had all made it out alive as it was. I have to remember... He silently lamented. They're not like me...
“Chris, right?”
“Hm?” he looked up to see the doctor looking at him.
“Chris Redfield?”
“Oh, uh, yeah,” Chris weakly smiled and nodded. “That’s me.”
The doctor nodded giving him a sincere smile with a perplexed look as if wondering how to approach the situation. "I, uh, sorry, I guess you could say I'm sort of a fan, heh." He grinned slightly. "I never had an opportunity to meet you before you, um..." he ended not really knowing how to finish the sentence. He quirked his head to the side staring at him. Chris grew apprehensive of the look and wondered at the possibility that maybe the doctor had figured something out. “It may not be my place,“ the other man began, “But, well, you look-”
"Chris!!!"
The old STARS member shot his head up at the unmistakably familiar voice as he stood up. "Claire?!?" he called out shocked.
"Chris!!! It is you!" she practically screamed, rushing up to him and jumping in his arms. "I heard that you’d come back! I can’t believe it! I missed you! Oh, God, I missed you so much! Chris!"
"Claire, I can't believe it's you!" Chris hugged the smaller body lifting it up off the ground and twirling her around. "What are you doing here?!"
"What am I doing here?!" she shrieked as she was twirled around and placed back on the floor. "Don't you think a better question is, where the hell have you been!?!" She continued still holding on to him in an embrace. "I looked everywhere! You just-” she shook her hear erratically trying to find the proper explanation. “You just disappeared one day and… And…" she continued as she broke down into a fit of sobs. "No one could find you! They searched... Chris! I searched…" she shook her head remembering awful days. "Everyone thought you were dead! Do you know how-?! What I-?!" she looked at him directly and then buried her face into his shoulder as her body violently trembled from cries. "God, Chris!"
A small trickle of blood escaped down Chris' throat as he bit into his inner lip and slowly cursed himself. "I didn't... I mean..." he rubbed Claire's back trying to sooth her sobs as he heavily sighed. "... I'm so sorry Claire... I didn't mean to put you through that. Please, I'm..." he desperately searched for the right words, utterly failing. He sighed again. "I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry..."
"Promise!" Claire suddenly spoke up. "I can't bear to go through that again! Promise me you‘re not going to disappear like that again!"
"I pro-" suddenly Chris froze... He knew better. He closed his eyes and let go of Claire taking a step back. "...I missed you."
"Chris..?" Claire frowned and rubbed her eyes utterly confused. "Why..?"
"Ah, there you are." Chris turned towards a slightly gruff voice. It was a man in his late twenties, maybe thirties. It was hard to tell. He looked physically fit though. "So, you're the famous Chris Redfield?"
"Uh, yeah," he answered a little on edge. Here it comes, he thought. "And you are?"
"Captain James Overan, A Division," he extended his hand out. Chris looked at it a little weary, but shook his hand regardless. The title "Captain" brought back unwanted memories. "I've heard much about you," he smirked and Chris pulled back his hand, on edge once more.
"Oh? Good things I hope," he played along.
"Nothing but the best," he spoke slowly after a few seconds.
The way that man said those words made Chris' eyes narrow in aversion. He secretly thanked the fact that he was currently wearing sun glasses or else his nasty look of disapproval would be all over the place. Who is this guy? I don’t remember him. He must be new.
"As you know... Chris," the man went on, "This government does not take kindly to soldiers who defect."
"What!?" Claire suddenly raised her voice. "How dare you! My brother would never-"
"However!" she was cut short by the man's raised hand. "In light of your... Background," he practically flicked the word at him. "The United States Government is more than willing to believe that there is a, as it was put, "good reason" for your disappearance." He paused and stared at Chris. "I'm sure."
Chris didn't respond. He already knew this would happen; that it was coming. Standard protocol. He knew the moment he had stepped foot on the camp ground. He knew the moment he first decided to throw the rope over the side of the building. He knew the moment he first saw Claire... Questions would be asked...
The man continued. "You are scheduled to debrief at 1600 hours. If you will follow me."
Chris still didn't reply, instead he simply glared at the man, not that it was much effective through the dark red lenses of his shades. The other man stood his ground though. He could tell that the Captain was getting annoyed. Chris bit the side of his cheek. "Not now,” he finally answered. “I‘ll go when I‘m ready."
The man looked honestly surprised and insulted at Chris' response. "Who do you-? You disappear for over a year, taking with you US property and intelligence, endanger the lives of your fellow team mates, stay incommunicado for the entire duration of that time, and then show up over a year later like nothing ever happened and you expect the United States Government to just continue to let you run wild without any repercussions?! I know your reputation, Mr. Chris Redfield,” the man began accentuated the honorific intending it's non-military association as an insult. “And I am severely disappointed. Things around here aren’t the way they were anymore. They’re different. Times have changed. If you think you can ride this off using your hotshot past service record, think again. A court marshal isn't even in question! Can you even appreciate the severity of your actions? Do you understand the kind of situation you're in?! Who do you think you are?!"
"He's Chris Redfield," another familiar voice suddenly spoke up. "He's perhaps one of the, if not, THE finest soldiers this nation has ever produced and his “hotshot past service record“ more than makes up for ANYTHING that has happen,” he smirked at the man. “Is that clear. Captain?”
Chris could almost visibly see the vain pop on Captain Overan’s face. He was not a happy camper and a frown instantly appeared on his young looking face. “Hmmm…Yes, Colonel.”
“Alright. Now that that is taken care of, good night Captain,” the new man nodded his head in approval.
“Sir,” Overan continued. “I‘ve been instructed to escort the… Erm, Chris Redfield to his room, sir.”
“Noted." The new man smiled. "I’ll take over. Thank you, Captain. You‘re dismissed.”
Chris could tell that Overan wanted to fight back, but at least Chris had to give the man props for following the chain of command. He sighed defeated and nodded. “Yes, sir.” And with that he left.
Now Chris turned to the new man standing before them. “Thanks, Bruce,” Claire suddenly chimed in surprising Chris.
So she knows him? He said to himself. Well, that’s actually not surprising. If he’s a Colonel, then I guess everyone would know who he is… Colonel, hm? Chris gave the man a look over. He looked like he was in his early thirties. In fact, he looked a little too young and… Messy to be a Colonel. His hair was tousled with what looked like blond highlights and an unshaved face. Plus, he wore a simple grey shirt and black jeans. I guess things have changed since I left. Wait… Bruce..?
“Bruce… Bruce McGivern?” Chris slowly asked.
“Oh, you know me?” McGivern asked not surprised, but intrigued. “I’m flattered. Really, I am,” he laughed. “Or has your lovely sister been spilling the beans on me?”
Chris grinned at Claire’s blush. “Bruce!” she called out embarrassed.
Chris raised an eyebrow at the familiarity shared between his sister and this guy. He seems OK, I guess. Bruce McGivern… Chris knew of the man from photos that he’d seen of the Spencer Rain incident. Of course, where he had had a chance to see those photos… Hm. So this guy took out Morpheus Duvall? Chris found himself thinking. I need to watch myself around him then. He lowered his eyes slightly saddened by the implication of what had just filtered through his mind. He raised his eyes again. Bruce seems like a good guy. Maybe…
“You OK, Chris?” McGivern asked.
“Chris?” Claire returned her attention to her brother, suddenly growing sober at the thought of him.
“Yeah,” Chris assured them, plastering a fake smile onto his face. “I mean, yes, sir,” Chris reiterated towards McGivern. “I’m just…” he thought about it. He wanted to spend more time with Claire. He wanted to catch up with her and to hug her again. That was part of the reason why he had agreed to... Chris sighed remembering what he had agreed to. Then he thought about Clair. He knew the dangers of the questions that would follow. He needed to find a way to cut the conversation off, regardless of how much he wanted to continue to hear her voice. “I guess I’m a little tired.”
At that a throat was cleared to grab everyone‘s attention. It was the doctor. “It may just be me,” he started again after having been long interrupted, “but my particular take on this might be that perhaps 3:40 in the morning is not the best time for idle chit-chat, hm? What say we all go to bed and resume this conversation in the morning?”
Chris secretly thanked the man.
“Doctor’s orders?” McGivern asked in a casually joking manner.
“Doctor’s orders,” the good doctor agreed.
“Well, can’t argue with that, can we?” he asked the other two.
Claire looked like she was about to raise an argument, but Chris quickly agreed. “No, can’t argue with the guy in the white lab coat…” Chris faintly smiled at the secret metaphor created in his mind.
“So, if it’s not too much trouble, Chris, may I show you to your room?” McGivern added in a friendly tone.
Again, Claire looked like she was about to protest as she squeezed Chris’ hand. Chris sighed, resisting the urge to squeeze it back. It’s only a matter of time... But at least this will buy me the night. “Yes, sir. Thank you. That would be much appreciated.” It will give me time... It will…
Chris closed his eyes, thanking the red tinted shades from giving away his emotions too easily. He knew what he had to do. He knew what his orders were. Yeah. But… He sighed again, finally giving in and returning the reassuring squeeze into Claire’s grip. He’s not going to like this… Oh, man. What am I going to do?
***************************** Author Time! *****************************
Next chapter is yaoi! Finally! So, can anyone guess who Chris is talking about at the end of the chapter? I’ll give you a hint. He’s sexy awesome! No, seriously! He is! In fact, here, go look at his plus +1000 to smexyness in action! Copy paste this into your browser: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fRl1QFX_Qrw
< /font> Anyways, I’m super busy as always, but I’m vaguely keeping up with the whole updating a chapter per week schedule. So far so good. Hope you guys are liking where the story is going. In the next few chapters a lot of confusing stuff is going to make a lot more sense. Oh, also, Dead Aim gets very little recognition, so, cameo by Bruce McGivern! I plan to have all sorts of cameo appearances from the RE Universe, after all, it’s a RE fic, so it makes sense…. And I’m babbling now.
Um, R/R please and let me know what you think! Remember, we authors live off of R/Rs like vampires live off of blood. Even if it’s a flame, that’s good too - R/R and make my week!
Resident Evil Blood
Chapter 3 – Questions
Jill took a white mug between her hands and filled it with bitter brown liquid that she and everyone else had grown used to calling "coffee." It didn't taste all that great, but, it had enough artificial caffeine in it to get the job done. She pressed the porcelain to her lips avoiding the area with the chip in the enamel. Swallowing the vile liquid, she set her mug back down on the table. "It's all my fault," she repeated, running her hand through her hair. "If only I hadn't yelled for you to go, he-"
"No, it's my fault," Jeremy shook his head while wiping away at his brow. "I shouldn't have hit the gas so hard, I mean, I knew he was up there-!"
"Both of you stop this," Chris whispered. "If this is anyone's fault it's his for not holding on better.” He sighed. “And mine for making you go through such a reckless plan…"
"Chris, it wasn't!" Jill snapped. "If it wasn't for you, we'd all be dead right now."
"Yeah, you saved us!" Jeremy finished just as a man in a white doctor’s coat came into the waiting room.
Jill immediately got up, "How is he?" she asked stepping up to him. Her hand was pressed against her chest.
"Well, the good news is," the doctor began in a cheerful tone, "That he's going to be perfectly fine." Everyone in the room breathed a huge breath of relief. The air itself became less heavy with the news.
"But the bad...?" Jeremy gulped fearing the worst.
"Is he‘s going to have one hell of a headache when he wakes up," the doctor smiled. "It's a mild concussion. Got the wind knocked out of him and frankly I think he's just suffering from both shock and fatigue. Honestly, it could have been a lot worst. All he needs now is some rest and relaxation. Obviously, a few days off to-" He frowned. "Actually, both of you look like you could take a dose of what he's getting. When was the last time either of you slept?” He turned to Jill specifically. “Jill?"
Unfortunately, she halfway wasn't paying attention to him anymore. After he had said that Carlos was going to be alright, she suddenly felt the stress of everything that had happened hit her all at once. Her entire body felt like lead. "Thank god," she sniffed, rubbing her eyes. "He's going to be OK. Can I see him?"
The doctor didn't say much for several seconds. "Only if you promise to take the bed next to him and get some shut eye." He nodded in the direction of Jeremy. "You too, tough guy."
"Honestly," Jeremy started shaking his head, "I don't think I could stay awake another two minutes if I had a freakin' cerberus chasing me down this very moment." Both he and Jill gave each other a look and promptly excused themselves. They thanked the doctor and walked into the infirmary where Carlos was resting.
Chris stayed outside in the waiting lobby not really feeling too keen on seeing the three burnt out BSAA members. He sighed as he still chastised himself. He had been careless. This easily could have ended up very badly. In fact, he was lucky they had all made it out alive as it was. I have to remember... He silently lamented. They're not like me...
“Chris, right?”
“Hm?” he looked up to see the doctor looking at him.
“Chris Redfield?”
“Oh, uh, yeah,” Chris weakly smiled and nodded. “That’s me.”
The doctor nodded giving him a sincere smile with a perplexed look as if wondering how to approach the situation. "I, uh, sorry, I guess you could say I'm sort of a fan, heh." He grinned slightly. "I never had an opportunity to meet you before you, um..." he ended not really knowing how to finish the sentence. He quirked his head to the side staring at him. Chris grew apprehensive of the look and wondered at the possibility that maybe the doctor had figured something out. “It may not be my place,“ the other man began, “But, well, you look-”
"Chris!!!"
The old STARS member shot his head up at the unmistakably familiar voice as he stood up. "Claire?!?" he called out shocked.
"Chris!!! It is you!" she practically screamed, rushing up to him and jumping in his arms. "I heard that you’d come back! I can’t believe it! I missed you! Oh, God, I missed you so much! Chris!"
"Claire, I can't believe it's you!" Chris hugged the smaller body lifting it up off the ground and twirling her around. "What are you doing here?!"
"What am I doing here?!" she shrieked as she was twirled around and placed back on the floor. "Don't you think a better question is, where the hell have you been!?!" She continued still holding on to him in an embrace. "I looked everywhere! You just-” she shook her hear erratically trying to find the proper explanation. “You just disappeared one day and… And…" she continued as she broke down into a fit of sobs. "No one could find you! They searched... Chris! I searched…" she shook her head remembering awful days. "Everyone thought you were dead! Do you know how-?! What I-?!" she looked at him directly and then buried her face into his shoulder as her body violently trembled from cries. "God, Chris!"
A small trickle of blood escaped down Chris' throat as he bit into his inner lip and slowly cursed himself. "I didn't... I mean..." he rubbed Claire's back trying to sooth her sobs as he heavily sighed. "... I'm so sorry Claire... I didn't mean to put you through that. Please, I'm..." he desperately searched for the right words, utterly failing. He sighed again. "I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry..."
"Promise!" Claire suddenly spoke up. "I can't bear to go through that again! Promise me you‘re not going to disappear like that again!"
"I pro-" suddenly Chris froze... He knew better. He closed his eyes and let go of Claire taking a step back. "...I missed you."
"Chris..?" Claire frowned and rubbed her eyes utterly confused. "Why..?"
"Ah, there you are." Chris turned towards a slightly gruff voice. It was a man in his late twenties, maybe thirties. It was hard to tell. He looked physically fit though. "So, you're the famous Chris Redfield?"
"Uh, yeah," he answered a little on edge. Here it comes, he thought. "And you are?"
"Captain James Overan, A Division," he extended his hand out. Chris looked at it a little weary, but shook his hand regardless. The title "Captain" brought back unwanted memories. "I've heard much about you," he smirked and Chris pulled back his hand, on edge once more.
"Oh? Good things I hope," he played along.
"Nothing but the best," he spoke slowly after a few seconds.
The way that man said those words made Chris' eyes narrow in aversion. He secretly thanked the fact that he was currently wearing sun glasses or else his nasty look of disapproval would be all over the place. Who is this guy? I don’t remember him. He must be new.
"As you know... Chris," the man went on, "This government does not take kindly to soldiers who defect."
"What!?" Claire suddenly raised her voice. "How dare you! My brother would never-"
"However!" she was cut short by the man's raised hand. "In light of your... Background," he practically flicked the word at him. "The United States Government is more than willing to believe that there is a, as it was put, "good reason" for your disappearance." He paused and stared at Chris. "I'm sure."
Chris didn't respond. He already knew this would happen; that it was coming. Standard protocol. He knew the moment he had stepped foot on the camp ground. He knew the moment he first decided to throw the rope over the side of the building. He knew the moment he first saw Claire... Questions would be asked...
The man continued. "You are scheduled to debrief at 1600 hours. If you will follow me."
Chris still didn't reply, instead he simply glared at the man, not that it was much effective through the dark red lenses of his shades. The other man stood his ground though. He could tell that the Captain was getting annoyed. Chris bit the side of his cheek. "Not now,” he finally answered. “I‘ll go when I‘m ready."
The man looked honestly surprised and insulted at Chris' response. "Who do you-? You disappear for over a year, taking with you US property and intelligence, endanger the lives of your fellow team mates, stay incommunicado for the entire duration of that time, and then show up over a year later like nothing ever happened and you expect the United States Government to just continue to let you run wild without any repercussions?! I know your reputation, Mr. Chris Redfield,” the man began accentuated the honorific intending it's non-military association as an insult. “And I am severely disappointed. Things around here aren’t the way they were anymore. They’re different. Times have changed. If you think you can ride this off using your hotshot past service record, think again. A court marshal isn't even in question! Can you even appreciate the severity of your actions? Do you understand the kind of situation you're in?! Who do you think you are?!"
"He's Chris Redfield," another familiar voice suddenly spoke up. "He's perhaps one of the, if not, THE finest soldiers this nation has ever produced and his “hotshot past service record“ more than makes up for ANYTHING that has happen,” he smirked at the man. “Is that clear. Captain?”
Chris could almost visibly see the vain pop on Captain Overan’s face. He was not a happy camper and a frown instantly appeared on his young looking face. “Hmmm…Yes, Colonel.”
“Alright. Now that that is taken care of, good night Captain,” the new man nodded his head in approval.
“Sir,” Overan continued. “I‘ve been instructed to escort the… Erm, Chris Redfield to his room, sir.”
“Noted." The new man smiled. "I’ll take over. Thank you, Captain. You‘re dismissed.”
Chris could tell that Overan wanted to fight back, but at least Chris had to give the man props for following the chain of command. He sighed defeated and nodded. “Yes, sir.” And with that he left.
Now Chris turned to the new man standing before them. “Thanks, Bruce,” Claire suddenly chimed in surprising Chris.
So she knows him? He said to himself. Well, that’s actually not surprising. If he’s a Colonel, then I guess everyone would know who he is… Colonel, hm? Chris gave the man a look over. He looked like he was in his early thirties. In fact, he looked a little too young and… Messy to be a Colonel. His hair was tousled with what looked like blond highlights and an unshaved face. Plus, he wore a simple grey shirt and black jeans. I guess things have changed since I left. Wait… Bruce..?
“Bruce… Bruce McGivern?” Chris slowly asked.
“Oh, you know me?” McGivern asked not surprised, but intrigued. “I’m flattered. Really, I am,” he laughed. “Or has your lovely sister been spilling the beans on me?”
Chris grinned at Claire’s blush. “Bruce!” she called out embarrassed.
Chris raised an eyebrow at the familiarity shared between his sister and this guy. He seems OK, I guess. Bruce McGivern… Chris knew of the man from photos that he’d seen of the Spencer Rain incident. Of course, where he had had a chance to see those photos… Hm. So this guy took out Morpheus Duvall? Chris found himself thinking. I need to watch myself around him then. He lowered his eyes slightly saddened by the implication of what had just filtered through his mind. He raised his eyes again. Bruce seems like a good guy. Maybe…
“You OK, Chris?” McGivern asked.
“Chris?” Claire returned her attention to her brother, suddenly growing sober at the thought of him.
“Yeah,” Chris assured them, plastering a fake smile onto his face. “I mean, yes, sir,” Chris reiterated towards McGivern. “I’m just…” he thought about it. He wanted to spend more time with Claire. He wanted to catch up with her and to hug her again. That was part of the reason why he had agreed to... Chris sighed remembering what he had agreed to. Then he thought about Clair. He knew the dangers of the questions that would follow. He needed to find a way to cut the conversation off, regardless of how much he wanted to continue to hear her voice. “I guess I’m a little tired.”
At that a throat was cleared to grab everyone‘s attention. It was the doctor. “It may just be me,” he started again after having been long interrupted, “but my particular take on this might be that perhaps 3:40 in the morning is not the best time for idle chit-chat, hm? What say we all go to bed and resume this conversation in the morning?”
Chris secretly thanked the man.
“Doctor’s orders?” McGivern asked in a casually joking manner.
“Doctor’s orders,” the good doctor agreed.
“Well, can’t argue with that, can we?” he asked the other two.
Claire looked like she was about to raise an argument, but Chris quickly agreed. “No, can’t argue with the guy in the white lab coat…” Chris faintly smiled at the secret metaphor created in his mind.
“So, if it’s not too much trouble, Chris, may I show you to your room?” McGivern added in a friendly tone.
Again, Claire looked like she was about to protest as she squeezed Chris’ hand. Chris sighed, resisting the urge to squeeze it back. It’s only a matter of time... But at least this will buy me the night. “Yes, sir. Thank you. That would be much appreciated.” It will give me time... It will…
Chris closed his eyes, thanking the red tinted shades from giving away his emotions too easily. He knew what he had to do. He knew what his orders were. Yeah. But… He sighed again, finally giving in and returning the reassuring squeeze into Claire’s grip. He’s not going to like this… Oh, man. What am I going to do?
***************************** Author Time! *****************************
Next chapter is yaoi! Finally! So, can anyone guess who Chris is talking about at the end of the chapter? I’ll give you a hint. He’s sexy awesome! No, seriously! He is! In fact, here, go look at his plus +1000 to smexyness in action! Copy paste this into your browser: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fRl1QFX_Qrw
< /font> Anyways, I’m super busy as always, but I’m vaguely keeping up with the whole updating a chapter per week schedule. So far so good. Hope you guys are liking where the story is going. In the next few chapters a lot of confusing stuff is going to make a lot more sense. Oh, also, Dead Aim gets very little recognition, so, cameo by Bruce McGivern! I plan to have all sorts of cameo appearances from the RE Universe, after all, it’s a RE fic, so it makes sense…. And I’m babbling now.
Um, R/R please and let me know what you think! Remember, we authors live off of R/Rs like vampires live off of blood. Even if it’s a flame, that’s good too - R/R and make my week!