Four months later and wow, the time is here, the last episode…er…I mean chapter. Hehehe. It took this long because I was busy helping my sister plan her wedding…yah, I was the maid of honor…my dress was hot…ahahaha…but yeah…the planning totally paid off, because everything was righteous…okay well, first off, thanks to everyone who read and reviewed and those who just read the last chapter. Hey, I got more than five reviews, cool. Um yeah, the reason why I thought the last chapter sucked was because I said so. You see, everything I write (to me) is crap, but people tend to think otherwise. I don't even know what my standards are for a good story. Hrm, it's like this…if I read someone else's story, I tend to think it's better than mine. Um, well it's something like that. Anyhoo, I was really skeptical about posting my story online because I didn't think it would be this successful. (Successful? really?) Seriously, I thought I would get ten reviews at the most and this whole story was supposed to contain everything from the outbreak to the defeat of Umbrella, yadda, yadda, yadda. Yeah, it was going to be kinda short at some points, but unexpected turns happened. But I'm glad things really turned out differently. Thanks a bunch everyone! I hope you enjoy the last chapter, because this might be the last one ever by me. No, I'm not joking. It really depends if ideas continue to flow and must be written or if I get enough requests and if I'm in a good writing mood. Um…sorry if the last chapter was a little confusing. I was confused when I wrote it. Seriously, it was revised a lot that I didn't even know when I was going to finish. But things started flowing and viola, it happened. Anyways, before you continue, I would just like to say that I edited each and every chapter and changed a few things around. It doesn't affect the outcome of this chapter but if you feel like reading it all over again because you want to, then by all means. I took out a lot of parts that were just 'fillers.' Seriously, all crap…okay I'll stop blabbering. Oh and something that might be important…when you get to the part when is sounds like someone is narrating…it's Jill POV because this leads up to…hmm…
Chapter 23: The Point of no Return
Jill stood with a blank expression as she watched Chris walk out of her apartment. She wanted to call to him but she knew she should let him blow off his steam. She didn't really understand why he was mad at her. She was blackmailed for heaven sakes, it wasn't her fault.
"Um, Jill?" Kevin called to her as he waved a flashlight in her face.
"Huh, oh what?" She snapped back to reality. "Oh, um cuff him. He's under arrest for domestic violence."
"Domestic violence? It looks as though you two had a brawl in here."
"It was self-defense." She replied. Just then, the power was restored. "Great, only now the power comes back on."
"Yeah, nobody knows why it shut off in the first place. Anyways, um, I think you should get your wounds checked before I take down your statement."
"Okay whatever." She walked over to the paramedics stationed in her living room.
"So that's everything that happened?" Kevin asked.
"Yeah. He just thought I was cheating on him with Chris. Really, how stupid is that? And then he gets all violent about it and says he going to kill me and then Chris. Talk about insecure."
"Okay, thanks for your statement. Oh, um…Jill, can I ask you something?" Kevin asked.
"Sure…" She said with a raised eyebrow.
"Well, you see…um…I…"
"What? Do you want to ask me out?" She joked. "Spit it out Ryman."
"Zombies! I mean, were there really zombies up at that mansion?"
"I figured you wanted the 411 on the mansion incident. Well, if you want to call the undead that, then yeah, there were zombies up there." Jill said.
"And…and those things killed the guys?"
"Yeah. It was really terrifying." Jill said as thoughts of the mansion began to fill her mind.
"If…if there are zombies, why doesn't Irons want to admit it? Or go public?" Kevin asked.
"I don't know…" Jill said.
"Um just some advice…request for a transfer." Jill said.
"A transfer? Why?"
"Cause that damn precinct is corrupted." Jill laughed.
"Seriously." He agreed. "Well, I have to get back to the station now. I'll see you tomorrow."
"No problem." He headed towards the door.
"Hey wait." Jill called out.
"What's up?" He asked.
"Um…never mind." Jill said.
"Are you sure?" Kevin asked.
"No." She plopped down on her couch.
He chuckled at her uncertainty. "What is it?"
"Well, you're a guy. Tell me how you think?" She asked.
Kevin laughed. "Um…why the question?"
"Uh…you know what, never mind. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Okay. You take care. And you should really put some ice on that." Kevin said as he walked towards the door again.
"Oh this, yeah, I guess I should." Jill touched the bruise above her eye and locked the door after him.
Papers were scattered everywhere. The smell of smoke lingered in the air. It was dark, except for the table where Chris sat. He was extremely pissed off from the situation with Jill earlier, though he didn't know exactly why. It wasn't her fault after all and he knew that. He reached for the pack of cigarettes sitting near his laptop only to find it empty. "Shit. I don't need this right now." He got up to check the drawer where he kept his stash. Empty as well. "Damn." He grabbed his jacket and headed out to get some smokes at a nearby store. Minutes later, he returned with packs of cigarettes and a case of beer. "Talk about living healthy." He laughed. "If Claire can see me now." He opened one pack and lit a stick. He then took a seat in front of his laptop and continued his search for evidence against Umbrella.
-Jill's Place, 6:37 a.m. 15 Aug. 98-
Jill exhaled. She hasn't gone to sleep yet and wasn't about to anytime soon because she had to go to work in a few minutes. "Might as well take a shower…a cold one for that matter." She got off her couch and headed to the shower. As soon as Jill got out, she got dressed and headed to the office.
"You're here early." Barry greeted Jill.
"Yeah well, I had a rough night." Jill sat down behind her desk.
"You're not kidding." Barry saw the visible bruises on Jill. "What happened?"
"Um…" Jill began.
"Did you guys see the paper?" Rebecca barged in with the newspaper in her hand.
"Why?" Barry asked.
"Oh Jill! Hey, I'm so sorry." Rebecca said.
"For what?" She asked. Rebecca held up the newspaper and showed her the second page.
"What? No that can't be. He was arrested last night." Jill said.
"What the hell is going on?" Barry asked.
" Jackson's dead." Rebecca said.
" Jackson's dead? How?" Brad asked.
"Oh god, Jill…I'm so sorry." Barry said.
"Ah, don't be." Jill said. "Guy deserved it anyways."
"Jill, no guy deserves to get chucked. What's wrong with you? I don't know you to be this heartless, but..." Barry said.
"Yeah Jill…and what's this you say about him being arrested last night?" Rebecca asked.
"He tried to kill me last night. It turns out that he worked for Umbrella. The truth is, I was used as his cover. I would've told someone but I was being blackmailed. I'm really sorry."
"Aw, Jill. It's not your fault. We all make mistakes. Take me for example. I did Wesker's bidding in order to keep my family safe." Barry said.
"Yes Jill. We don't blame you. You did what you had to do. We all would've." Brad said.
"Does Chris know all about this?" Rebecca asked.
"Yeah. He was pretty upset, but he's been like that lately. I don't know what's wrong with him." Jill said.
"Maybe you should give him a call." Barry said.
"I don't know. He really was upset." Jill said.
"Too late, Jill, phone. It's Chris." Brad said.
"I didn't even hear the phone ring." She said.
"That's because Rebecca called him." Brad said.
"I'm going to kick your ass." Jill told her.
"Don't worry, you'll thank me later." Rebecca smiled.
"Hello?" Jill answered.
"I take it you read the paper?"
"Yeah. So who do you suppose did it?" She asked.
"I'm guessing an Umbrella assassin."
"Hey listen, about last night, I'm really sorry."
"It's okay. You had a right to express yourself."
"Yeah, but I should've showed you some compassion rather than anger."
"It really doesn't matter anymore Chris. The night has passed."
"Still…let me take you to lunch or something."
"I can't. There's a lot more paper work to do here now that you're gone."
"Right okay, some other time then."
"Bye." Jill hung up the phone.
"So what did he say?" Barry asked.
"Nothing. He just apologized for last night." Jill said.
"That's all?" Rebecca said.
"Hey guys." Kevin walked in. "I take it you heard about Ghent." They all looked towards the door.
"Yup." They all answered.
"Chris still out?" He asked.
"Yup." They all answered.
"He socked that guy Elran right?"
"Yup." They all answered once again.
"Um…what the hell is going on?"
"Nothing." The four of them answered.
"Uh…do you know that we have a rookie coming in straight from the academy?"
"Nope." They all eyed each other this time.
"You guys are freaking me out."
"Tell me about it." Jill and Rebecca said.
"It must be a S.T.A.R.S. thing." Kevin said.
Rebecca answered with a 'Maybe,' Barry with a 'No,' Brad with a 'Yah,' and Jill with a 'LMNOP.' They all looked at her.
"What? I just thought we all might say the same thing again so I broke it." Jill said.
Kevin shook his head. "I'll see you guys later." He left the office.
"How weird was that?" Brad asked.
"Yeah." The three answered and they eyed each other once again.
"Er...I have a question." Rebecca said.
"Spit it out." Brad said.
"You how Jackson sorta/kinda looks like Chris in some ways…"
"Yeah?" They waited for the rest of her sentence.
"Well, isn't it weird? He looks like Chris, worked for Umbrella and blackmailed Jill. You don't suppose we were being spied on from the beginning do you?"
"Dang, good thinking Becca. We really need to keep sharp people." Barry said.
"Do you think Umbrella "molded" him to look like Chris?" Brad asked.
"That's a good question, but I don't think we'll ever know the answer." Jill said as everyone nodded.
For the remainder of the day, no one brought up Jackson, Chris or Umbrella for fear of someone eavesdropping. It was extremely difficult considering that was all they wanted to talk about, but they got through the day. "Alrighty folks, see you tomorrow." Barry said as they all left the office.
-Fast Forward to Midnight-
Jill was about to go to bed when suddenly her phone started ringing. "Hello?"
"Hey, I need you to come over. It's really important."
"Chris?" She asked.
"Oh shit. I'm sorry. If you're busy, then it's okay. Uh…bye."
"No wait. It's okay, I'm not busy. Just give me a couple of minutes to get changed."
"Thanks." Chris hung up the phone.
Jill looked at her phone and hung it up. She got up to change and in a matter of minutes, she was heading towards Chris' place.
He just got out of the shower and was rubbing his hair dry. It came to grow just a little longer than he had liked it to be and a shave was in order as well. However, prepping up was not important as of now.
"I'll be right there." He yelled as he slipped on his jeans. "Hey. Thanks for coming." He greeted Jill.
"You look like…shit." She said as she saw his bare chest.
"Hey, I just took a shower, but thanks." He held the door open for her to come in.
"Holy shit Chris, your place smells like a bar. How many packs are you smoking in here?" She walked in and examined the condition of his place.
"Uh, just one. I'm trying to quit you know." He walked into his room to put on his shirt.
"Just one? Looks more like seven." She lifted the trash bin full of empty cartons near the table he was working on.
"Hehehe…It seemed like one." He said.
"So what did you want to show me?" She followed into his room.
"This." He gave her some papers to examine.
"G-Virus?" She asked as she read the papers.
"Yeah. It's another virus that they're working on." He took a seat on the edge of his bed. "The nightmare still continues."
"Huh?" Jill asked as she lowered the papers.
"This virus will turn the infected into the living dead, just like what happened to the people in the mansion. It's not over yet."
"Oh my god. Are you sure about this." Jill asked.
"One-hundred percent." He said.
"So what do we do?" She asked as she took a seat beside him.
"Well, I found a lab somewhere in Europe." He said.
"Are you going to check it out?" She asked.
"You know I am. I'm not going to let Umbrella get away with this."
"Have you told anyone else about this?" She asked.
"Not yet. I was going to wait until tomorrow, but…"
"…you couldn't wait to tell me?" She asked.
"Well, there's also a lab here." He changed the subject.
"I'll check it out." Jill said.
"Well, I was hoping you'd go to Europe with me…and Barry."
"Yes, but Rebecca is just 18…we can't send her there alone. And Brad, he's a good guy but his nerves are not in check." She said.
"You're right. If Rebecca and Brad want in, they can. Otherwise, we won't stop them."
"It's a start." He smiled.
"Um, well I should get going. It's pretty late." Jill said.
"I'll walk you to the door." He offered. As Jill headed out of his bedroom, Chris followed behind. When they got to the door, Chris unlocked it and held it open for her.
"Well…good night." She said.
"Oh, thanks for telling me about the G-Virus." Jill said. She didn't know why she was still standing in front of him. The 'good night' made for a good exit.
"No problem. Gotta keep my team up-to-date, you know." He leant on the door.
"Yeah, well…" She rocked back and forth not knowing what to do. "Good night"
"Night." Chris smiled.
"Yeah…night." She said and finally tip-toed and kissed him on the cheek. "Good night."
"Night." He retained his smile.
"I'm gonna go now." She turned to leave.
"Okay." Chris said as he began closing the door behind her.
"Oh forget it." She turned around and pulled him to her level and kissed him passionately.
"I…thought…you…were…leave…ing?" He managed to say in between kisses.
"Shut up." She shut the door behind her and led him to the living room where they bumped into the couch and fell over to the front. She laughed and continued to kiss him. She took of his t-shirt and began unbuttoning her blouse.
"Jill?" Chris managed to choke out, but she continued on. "Jill…wait." He put some distance between them.
"What's the matter?" She asked.
"I don't think we should do this." He said as he grabbed his shirt from the floor.
"And why not? We obviously feel the same way…right?" Jill was afraid to ask that question.
"Yes. I mean no. I mean…I don't know." He said.
Jill raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean 'you don't know'? You kissed me last night."
"I know but…it felt…right."
Jill scoffed. "You're joking right?" She said as she held her blouse closed.
"No." He put his shirt back on.
"You kissed me because 'it felt right?' What the hell is that? You don't go kissing every girl on the street because it felt right. I knew it. This is about last night, isn't it?" Jill was upset.
"No. Of course not."
"Then what is it?" She said in a calmer tone.
"I don't think it's wise to get involved in the middle of this Umbrella ordeal."
"Well…I'm going to Europe and I don't know if I'll…be…coming…back. I don't want you to…uh, it could be easier for you if nothing…were to happen…with," He sighed, "...us."
"So you're saying you rather leave and not know what we could've had?" Jill asked.
"Oh, that's so full of shit Chris." She was angry but tried to suppress it.
"I'm just looking out for you." He said.
"Really? So what about what I want?" She asked.
Chris really didn't want to answer that but he had no choice. "What do you want?" he sighed.
"You…to be with you. Give it a chance Chris. You're shutting it down when it hasn't even begun."
"You can't or you won't?"
"Can you honestly say you don't feel the same way as I do?" Jill's eyes started to well up.
"I…don't know." Chris was confused.
"Oh my god!" She stood up. "For once, can you please give me a straight answer!"
"I don't know what I would do if I lost you."
"If you what! It's always about you, isn't it? What about me, huh? What about Rebecca, and Barry and Brad? Or even your sister! Ever thought of us before you thought of going to that death trap? No because you are in over your head with Umbrella and your need to shut them down."
"You're right. I am selfish. That's why I don't deserve someone like you."
"I didn't say that." She calmed down a bit.
"You didn't have to."
"Why do you have to be so unfair?" Her tears slowly began to fall.
"What is so unfair about this?" Chris asked.
"You know what, forget it…" Jill was annoyed and turned to leave, but Chris grabbed her arm. "Chris, let me go. You obviously don't want me here, and I already made a fool of myself by throwing myself to you." He released her arm. Jill was disappointed with him. He gave up so easily when it came to opening up. She immediately left his apartment without another word or a glance at him. Upon reaching the stair way, she was immediately turned around and surprised with a kiss. She freaked out, but immediately knew who it was.
"Chris…" She whispered upon pulling apart, but he silenced her with a finger.
"I love you Jill Valentine…" Jill was extremely happy and tears of joy began seeping from here eyes. "I was an idiot and I shouldn't have lied to you about how I really felt. I wanted to believe that I lusted for you, but I knew I would've been fooling myself. I thought if we were apart, I would be protecting you from the danger I'd probably get into. But when you think about it, you are apart of the danger as well and either way, we wouldn't be safe. I obviously can't protect you from pain, but I know I can help you ease it. If you can and you want this to be…wait for me, Jill Valentine." He gave her a quick passionate kiss and left before she could get a word in.
"Damn you Christopher Redfield and your teasers. You always leave me hanging." She said to herself and went home happy.
A week has gone by and the plans were set. Rebecca has left unexpectedly. To where? Perhaps get a way from the horrors of Umbrella and try and lead a normal life. But it's so unlike her to just give up and walk away. It wasn't in her tone as she said her goodbyes. What exactly is this kid up to? Well, until we meet up again, we shall never know. Barry packed up his family and along with Boo, sent them to Canada for their safety. By the look on Cathy's face, she fears she will end up a widow amidst this little war of ours. I'd like to giggle at the thought, but how insensitive would I be? She has little faith in his ability to handle a gun. What's with all the doubt all of a sudden? Maybe it's her way of telling him indirectly that she would fall apart without him. Eh…but what do I know? I'm only telling it like it is. Well, as soon as his family is good and hidden, and perhaps under a pseudonym, he'd follow Chris to Europe. Ah, Chris…until now, I haven't seen him since that night. I don't know if he was avoiding me. Why would he be? We both were content as that night ended. No one knew about it. I haven't told anyone and by the looks of it, I don't think Chris told them either. Hmm…how this is supposed to go is beyond me. Chris Redfield, the secretive type. Maybe that's why I fell in love with him. All that mystery and passion and emotion pent up inside makes for a very sexy man. Eh? Sexy? I don't think that's the word I was looking for. Well, breaking those barriers will prove difficult, but hey, who doesn't like the challenge? Hah! He wouldn't even know what hit him. Reverse psychology…it works like a charm. I'd like to say I'd have him eating out of the palm of my hand, but I prefer he remain the dealer. This could be very interesting.
"Jill? Hey, I'm going in now." I hear him speak. How I want to run up and kiss him goodbye. Brad Vickers, why did you have to come along? Yeah, I doubt he'd kiss me here even if we were alone. "Wait" he says. Wait for what exactly? For him to find himself? Well, you're standing right there, and you look mighty fine to me. Bleh…If waiting a month is what it takes, then by golly, I will. There is no way I'd give that up.
But here it is and here I am…one month later in what used to be a city full of life is now crawling with plagues from Umbrella. The very creatures that mutilated our team are loose in the city and having their feast on poor defenseless and ignorant people. How did we let it get this far? I did what I could. I fought. I fought so damn hard and all my efforts were in vain. Chief Irons knew what was going on the whole time, doing his part in housing the underground lab, that greedy bastard. Too bad I didn't run into him in the police department. I would've emptied my clip in his head and maybe my efforts wouldn't be in vain as I said it was. The only satisfaction would come from me and what use would that be? The city is destroyed, the citizens are among the living dead and here I lie, on a table and in a chapel none the less. I feel so cold, yet I'm drenched with sweat. I'm so tired, so weak, so…so helpless. My body aches. My insides churn as my blood flows within, poisoned. I'm frightened. What happened to me? Why must I go through this? Where the hell did I go wrong? Has my time come? Shall I give up or continue to writhe in pain? Why do I ask so many questions to which I will probably never know the answer? That's funny. But as I lie here, asking myself more and more questions I constantly wonder where you are, and hope you're safe. You told me to wait for you…You don't know how badly I want to hang on. I wonder if I'll ever see you again. By the hint of all this blurriness, I think not. But whatever happens, I know I'll never stop waiting for you. Well, isn't this grand? Everything is going dark…Wait, maybe someone turned off the lights? But do they not know I'm in here waiting? But what's this? I hear someone call my name. Could it be? Hah, well now, who'd of thought I'd end up such a long way down?
And there you have it…all done. FOREALS! THIS IS THE ABSOLUTE LAST CHAPTER. A sequel? Ask me nicely. GWAHAHAHAHAHA! Oh stop it, Jane. I know it's short but hey, why do you think I finished it two months ago? Not quite what you had in mind was it? Hehehehe...If you ask me, it reeks of suckiness…Oh well…I'd like to make a list to thank each and every one of you, but going through all those reviews would be so tedious and right now, I just don't have the time…with school and all. GGGRRRR. So then…I would like to THANK EVERY SINGLE ONE OF MY READERS, ESPCIALLY THOSE WHO STUCK WITH ME FOR…IS IT TWO YEARS? (oh, happy birthday story hehehe) ANYHOO, FOLKSIES, YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE! YOU RULE WITH A PASSION! I don't want to get all "philosophical" here so I'll quit before I get carried away. Wow, so this is really it…and I feel so sad now. But whatever, leave me alone. So until next time, and with the help of constant nagging (perhaps?), I'll see you later…this is it, I'm done...WHEEEE! I'm out…jane…