Title: Retribution
Author: Luna
Program: Microsoft Wordpad
Characters: Chris Redfield,Claire Redfield
Summary: Chris is declared dead by the government. Leon receives some evidence that proves otherwise. Claire joins Leon and they both set off to bring Chris home.
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Resident Evil. That all belongs to Capcom.

~ Chapter 1 ~

Terragrove Cemetery

She didn’t know how long she’d been kneeling there. Staring at the gravestone before her. Tears spilled down her face, her hands running over the engraved message. She couldn’t believe it. She wouldn’t believe it. He was all she had and now he was gone. What happened? Hell, not even the government knew. No body was ever found. So, what was the point of crying to an empty grave? What was she mourning for? Sadness was soon replaced with anger. Angry at him. For dying? No, for lying to her. He said that it was going to be an easy mission. ‘It’s going to be a quick recon mission, don’t worry’ he said trying to comfort her. And then she gets a call that he’s been declared MIA. Then after a while, they changed his status to KIA. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t be angry at him. After all, you can’t be mad at a dead man…

The clouds parted, allowing the sunlight to bathe her. She wiped away her tears. How could it possibly be so sunny? Her brother was dead. It shouldn’t be sunny. The world should be mourning with her. As she continued grieving, she didn’t hear the soft footsteps coming up behind her. A hand reached out and rested on her shoulder, causing her to jump a little. Turning around, she saw the familiar sandy blond haired agent looking down at her. He offered his hand and helped her up.

“Leon…what are you doing here? I thought you were on assignment…”

“Not anymore. When I heard about your brother…” He struggled to find what to say next. Finally, he realized that all he could say was “I’m sorry Claire.”

“He told me it was going to be a simple mission.”

He wrapped his arms around her, bringing her into a warm embrace. She buried her head into his chest, quietly sobbing. He just hugged her tighter.

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Claire Redfield’s Apartment

Claire’s apartment was simple and well-kept. Leon actually thought it would be a little bit more quirky. He sat on the couch, listening to the television running as she finished her shower. The anchorwoman was reporting the days headlining events which was almost enough to send Leon snoozing. He reached for the remote to shut television off when his communicator rang.

“Kennedy…” he answered.

Ingrid Hunnigan appeared on the small screen. “Leon…where are you?”

“At a friend’s place. What do you need Hunnigan?”

“There’ve been a lot a rumours about a facility on Oakfort Island.”

“Oakfort? What about it?”

“An abandoned hospital…rumours say that there’s an underground facility-”

“Always with the underground facilities…” he interrupted and received a scowl from Hunnigan.

“It’s been connected with a series of biohazard breakouts throughout the country. We’ve recently received reports that biohazard attacks have been confirmed in Toronto and Seattle.”

“Canada?”

“Yep. The President wants the facility checked out. So, get packed up. We’ll have a plane take you out there tomorrow morning.”

“Ok. Anything else?”

“Yeah…” The display screen switched from Ingrid to a black-and-white photo. “This was taken by a surveillance camera. We believe he’s responsible for the attack in Toronto. He’s probably responsible for all the other attacks as well.”

“Do we have an ID on the guy?” The photo only showed a dark-haired man wearing a dark coat and a baseball cap.

“Ran him through facial recognition. Came back as Christopher Redfield…”

Leon froze. Christopher Redfield? As in Claire’s brother? “Wait, that’s impossible. He’s-”

“Dead? Yeah, I have the file with me. Turns out the BSAA never found his body though.”

“So what? He decided to fake his death and switch sides?”

“I don’t know. Maybe he finally snapped. It’s noted in his psychological evaluation that he was suffering from PTSD after a mission in an African town called Kijuju.”

“Alright, thanks Hunnigan.”

Their conversation ended just as Claire came out of her bedroom. She wore a pair of sweat pants and a tank top. “What’s wrong?” she asked the agent, noting the concerned look on his face.

He took a deep breath and slowly let it out. “Claire…I have something to show you.” Leon showed the redhead the photo. Claire’s eyes widened as she dropped her towel. She looked at Leon, an expression of confusion plastered on her face. “It’s Chris.” He waited until she sat down next to him before telling her everything Ingrid had told him just minutes ago. At the end of it, all she could do was shake her head.

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Washington Dulles International Airport

It was another windy morning. Leon stood at the bottom of the staircase leading up to the private jet. He was quite impressed. It was definitely a better ride than last time. Hunnigan was getting better at acquiring transportation. He watched as Claire walked towards him with a duffel bag slung over her shoulder.

“Morning!” he shouted over the wind and the sound of the jet’s engines powering up.

“Thanks again for letting me come, Leon.”

“No problem.” He said putting on a smile. In reality, he never ran the idea past Hunnigan which meant that the President had no idea that the Redfield was coming with him. But it didn’t worry him. He would tell Hunnigan when they were in the air. Of course, she wouldn’t be very happy. He boarded the jet and took a seat next to Claire.

“Are you sure this is okay?” she asked him.

“I think you deserve to know the truth. Besides, I could use the help.”

“Alright ladies and gentlemen…” the Captain’s voice came over the intercom, “We’re taking off. Please fasten your seatbelts. Thank you.”

Leon sighed as he buckled his seatbelt. Let the fun begin…

cool^^ good idea will u make further?? xD

Yes to answer your question I will be continuing the resident evil story that I started hopefully that everyone will like the next chapter.

~ Chapter 2 ~

Oakfort Island Underground Facility

Doctor Robert Cormac was quietly muttering to himself as he read through a file folder full of test results. Suddenly, he heard a shuffling sound behind him. He spun around but found no one there. Only shadow stared back at him. Then, there was a loud clicking sound as the fluorescent lights above began to flicker on and off.

“Damn lights…” he muttered. As an accomplished scientist, he hated the fact that he was stuck in this hellhole. The place reeked of death and there were rats and cockroaches in almost every corner of the damn place. He looked around once again, making sure that he was alone, then went back to work.

After a couple minutes of working, the slamming of the heavy metal door caused him to jump. He turned around and this time a woman stood before him. She wore a simple business suit and her dark, brown hair was tied back. She held a cream coloured folder in her hands.

“Dr. Cormac.” She greeted him with a curt nod and handed him the folder.

“Miss Archer. I’m surprised the company would send you. Don’t you have paperwork to do?” he sneered back. How he hated when the higher-ups, who had no idea how important his research was, interfered with him.

“Paragon Pharmaceuticals likes to keep tabs on all our scientists, whether they’re officially on our payroll or not. How’s the research going? I trust you’ve kept the subject we’ve given you safe.”

“If that’s your way of asking if he’s alive well…he’s alive…”

The woman raised an eyebrow, trying to gauge whether the doctor was telling the truth or not. The grey-haired scientist went back to work, ignoring the woman’s presence. She rolled her eyes and spun his chair around, so he was facing her. She leaned in, her face just inches away from his.

“We’ve entrusted you with a subject and you’ve been working for yourself for years now.” she said, her intense green eyes staring into his. “Paragon is considering dropping you and you know what happens when our employees are terminated…this new virus you’ve been promising better work…”

Cormac wasn’t intimidated. If he was, he was hiding it well. The woman backed off and straightened out her suit. “I’m not doing this for Paragon, I’m doing this for-”

“Your wife and children. I know. Revenge is all well and good, but we’ve invested a lot into this. If this doesn’t work, you’ll be joining your wife and children soon.” She slammed the door shut, leaving the doctor alone to finish his work.

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En route to Oakfort Island

Claire struggled to stay awake. She would nod off once in a while only to have her head shoot up again. Leon had trouble holding in a chuckle every time it happened. Finally, she fell asleep. Leon was about to drape a blanket over her when his communicator rang. He answered it.

“Hey Hunnigan.”

“Leon, the pilot has just informed me that there are two passengers aboard. A Claire Redfield? What the hell are you doing?” she scolded.

“Calm down. Claire has believed that her brother was dead for over a year now. She deserves to find out the truth.”

Hunnigan sighed. “I’ll run it by the President, but she’s your responsibility now. You better keep her safe.”

He looked over to the sleeping redhead. Her face was one of calmness and relaxation. This was probably the first time she got a good night’s sleep. He turned his attention back to Hunnigan.

“Will do, but she won’t need my help.” He noticed the quizzical look on her face, “She’s strong. She can take care of herself…Kennedy out.” He hung up and took one last look at Claire before drifting off himself.

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Archer’s heels echoed through the otherwise silent laboratory. This lab was noticeably better equipped than the one Cormac was stuck in. The entire room was made of concrete which ensured that the specimen could not break out. A hospital bed sat in the center of the room, but it was the person in the bed who Archer was interested in. She stood beside the bed looking down at the sleeping man. She ran her hand through his tousled brown hair.

“It’s nice to finally meet you Mr. Redfield.”

The sound of his name seemed to stir him from his sleep. His eyes struggled to open, fighting the sedatives that were running through his system. He opened his mouth but he only managed a croak before erupting into a coughing fit. Archer ran her hand over the multiple track marks along his arm causing the BSAA agent to flinch. He tried to pull away but the restraints held him steady.

Archer picked up the clipboard hanging at the end of the bed. “Looks like Cormac still has a few tests left…” she said as she flipped through the paperwork. She set the clipboard down and fiddled with his IV line. Reaching into a drawer, she pulled out a syringe already filled partway with a clear liquid. As she injected the last bit of liquid, she watched as the Redfield’s eyes started to close. She leaned it and whispered into his ear. “You better hope the good doctor gets this virus right or it will not end well for you.”

Chris let out a soft moan and allowed unconsciousness to take him.

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~ Chapter 3 ~

Leon and Claire made their way through the decrepit hallways of the abandoned hospital. The paint was peeling off the walls and ceiling leaving chunks of dried paint on the dirty floor. The only light in the place was provided by the full moon. Moonlight streamed in through the broken windows, illuminating the area in an eerie glow. With their weapons drawn, they continued their journey. As they rounded the corner, the sound of dripping water greeted them.

“Why can we never go anywhere nice?” muttered Leon.

Claire only smiled. She looked behind her, making sure that no one could sneak up on them. Suddenly, she saw something shoot across the hallway. She gasped and spun around causing Leon to do the same.

“What is it?” he asked.

“I…thought I saw something.” The shadowed figure had disappeared leaving no trace of its appearance.

“Come on…there’s nothing there.” They turned around and froze. “Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me…”

Two vicious dogs slowly stalked towards them. They let a low growl, saliva dripping from their mouths, showing just how hungry they really were. As the dogs stepped out of the shadows, their appearance became more clear. Their fur was coated in blood and their eyes were completely black. As the rabid animals continued towards the pair, Leon could see blood dripping from their mouths. It looked like the dogs had already enjoyed a meal. Now, they were looking for more fresh meat.

The bloody canines let out a loud bark before leaping forward. Gunshots rang out. When all had settled, two bodies fell to the floor dead. Leon let out a sigh of relief. “Claire, you ok?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Where the hell did they come from?” she asked.

That was a good question. How do cannibalistic dogs get into an abandoned hospital? And why the hell would they be there? He examined the corpses and discovered something unusual. “Claire, look.” He lifted a blood-soaked ear of one of the dogs revealing a bare patch of skin with several tiny holes in it, seemingly needle marks. “It looks like its been tested on. Meaning-”

“Someone’s home.” She turned her attention to a small blood trail leading from one of the dead Dobermans to a door that was left slightly open. She pushed open the door and crept in. Two metal chains were snapped off and pieces of it littered the floor. This was definitely where the Dobermans broke free from captivity.

“Claire?” She heard Leon shout.

“In here!”

As Leon entered the room, Claire followed set of crimson drag marks leading to an adjacent room. Pushing open the door, the stench of rotting flesh overwhelmed her. The source of the odour was in plain view. Two decaying bodies lay in the center of the room. Limbs had been torn off and left, partially chewed, all over the floor. The faces of the victims had been torn off, leaving little possibility of identifying them. One of the bodies though, still wore the mangled remains of a lab coat.

“I think we just found our tenants.”

Leon searched the pockets and found a small keycard, miraculously still intact from the brutal attack. The card only had the words ‘Paragon Pharmaceuticals’ written in gold lettering. He showed his discovery to Claire.

“Ever heard of it?” he asked.

“Yeah, it’s a company that’s been gaining some ground lately. They’re a multi-million dollar corporation and they’ve been donating large amounts of money to different charities all over the world. As far as Terrasave is concerned, they’re the good guys.”

“Well, I think Terrasave better rethink that.”

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Chris clawed his way back into the land of the living. Forcing his eyes open, the harsh lights above stabbing his eyes. He squeezed them shut again and let out a soft groan. He tried again and allowed his eyes to slowly adjust to the light. Despite being awake, he was still very groggy and moving was a huge chore. Where the hell was he? He couldn’t remember much. Something about a BSAA mission…

Flashback

He slowly pushed open the heavy door and entered the crude laboratory. The BSAA had received a report from a "trusted" source detailing biohazard experiments being done on the island. When Chris heard that someone was needed to take the mission, he jumped at the chance, much to the chagrin of his superiors. His psychological evaluation came back as less than stellar and they were worried he wouldn’t be able to handle it. But Chris knew the only way to erase the memories of Kijuju was to replace them with new ones. He was able to talk his superiors into letting him take one last mission before taking some vacation time. Boy…that was a big mistake.

He spun around when a slight noise caught his attention. He relaxed when he saw nothing but two rats scurrying about. ‘I really should’ve taken that vacation.’

Letting down his guard down for that split moment proved to be a mistake. A grey-haired man snuck up behind him, a needle in hand. He lunged for the BSAA agent and sunk the needle deep into his neck. Chris let out a yell as the man emptied the contents of the needle.

Chris felt everything slow down. His eyes got heavy as, whatever his attacker had injected him with, started to take effect. He fell to the floor, unable to move, unable to speak. Finally, he just shut his eyes and everything went dark.

After that, everything was a blur. He shifted, testing the restraints that held him. Finding himself unable to break free, he gave up and just lay there. To his surprise, the movement had tired him out and he found himself already drifting off once again.

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She watched as the treetops below seem to blur together. The pilot of the helicopter looked back to check on the blonde woman. “Ma’am, are you ok?”

She smiled and nodded her head. “Are we almost there?”

“Yes ma’am. We’ll land in a couple of minutes.”

She turned her attention back out the window.

Flashback

“I don’t like this idea Valentine. Your psych evaluation wasn’t great either.”

Her superior threw a file folder, containing Jill’s request to head out to Oakfort, onto his desk.

“Sir, you read my Kijuju report-”

“Yeah? I read Redfield’s too. He’s damn lucky I didn’t discharge him with disobeying orders! No, you can’t take this mission.”

Jill took a deep breath. “Then I’m sorry sir. I’m going to have to resign. Chris risked his life to bring me back. And in the process, he stopped Uroboros from being released all over the world. I owe him. And I’m going, even if it costs me my job.”

The two continued to stare each other down, neither making any sound for several minutes. Finally, her superior let out a heavy sigh and picked up the folder. “You’re not going on this mission…” he threw the paperwork in the garbage can, “But I want you to take some time off. Do whatever the hell you want with your vacation time.”

Jill smiled. “Thank you sir.”

“Alright, get out of here.”

She nodded and turned to leave.

“Hey, Valentine!” She stopped with her hand resting on the doorknob. “Good luck.”

“Thank you sir.”

She was pulled out of her thoughts when the chopper landed, kicking up dust and debris up into the air. The pilot turned back. “Good luck ma’am. Be careful!”

“Thank you!” They saluted each other before Jill jumped out.

She looked up at the towering hospital. ‘I hope you’re ok Chris.’