Chapter One: The Couple

A large house in a small town; in a suburb. The neighborhood covered in a white wonderland. Houses decorated with christmas trees and lights while a couple strolls by.

The woman with medium build and brown hair notices the large snowman in one of the yards. The dark haired man grinned at the house's display. The woman grins back at the man. Their hands squeeze. They embrace about to kiss, when suddenly the woman gets whacked in the back of her head by a snowball. The man glares at a group of snickering boys. The man looked over to see the rose-cheeked woman laughing.

"Well that ruined the moment." He murmured. The woman grabbed his hand and cupped his cheek.

"Chris it's okey. I'm fine. It's a good thing to cool off once in a while."

The man known as Chris Redfield and his fiancé Jill Valentine. The two once again embrace when a cold smack landed on the back of Chris's head. The six foot one man spun around as the three boys sprinted away.

"Dammanit! Every year they have to do that! Man!" He looked over at Jill. "I'm glad were not having kids."

Jill smiled again at Chris but it suddenly became strained.

The two hold each others hands and head home to prepare for the christmas party.

….

While heading home the two discussed what needed to be done before the guests arrived.

"Well Chris you need to get the rest of the garage cleaned up." Jill declared.

"And?" He replied.

"Get the rest of the lights put up. And fix the toilet in the guest bathroom.

"Got it, and Jill need to to finish the shopping and get the turkey in the oven. And oh almost forgot clean out the closet."

"When I get home I'll be right on it." She replied.

"Good."

…

When the couple got home the two went their separate ways. Chris went down to the basement to get his tools while Jill went up stairs to clean out the closet.

When she got into the bedroom, she shut the door quickly. She sat herself on the bed to calm herself since her mind was reeling.

He doesn't know. I mean I haven't told him yet. But I have to.

She put her face in her hands. She felt her brain throbbing against her skull. She thought of all the possibilities and scenarios that could happen.

1)He would leave her

2)Deny it

3)Worst of all leave her for someone else

She thought about this for weeks. Thinking of what could happen. Then suddenly a sick feeling came to her mind. The faces of women started to flood her mind. Then an image of one particular woman pushed in her mind. The woman had a heart-shaped face, soft caramel skin, full lips, and dark mane of hair. The feeling got stronger as Jill sprinted into the bathroom. She hurled the images of Chris and the other woman. The pain escaping away with each hurled image; heaving till none remained and the sick feeling was gone. And with satisfaction she flushed it all away.

…

Chris reached for the string and pulled causing light to flood the room. He squinted till his eyes started to adjust and he started to look around for his tools. He saw many of the boxes were covered in layers of dust. He noticed a tangle of cobwebs in the corner of the ceiling. He went to grab a broom to sweep it away. Just then his foot hit a weight. Trying not to curse pain he sat down on the floor and wait for the pain to settle down. He tried to grab the broom then he fell down; along with the broom.

"Ow." He grumbled. He glanced over and noticed a box sitting by itself in a corner.

He sat himself up and pulled the box over to him. He noticed it had label that said Africa. He took out his swiss army knife and began to cut. When the box opened he saw ancient

artifacts, some gold pieces, little figurines, and a photo. He grabbed the photo and started to examine it. Looking into the soft brown eyes, and he began to remember.

…...

Jill sat herself against the edge of the toilet. The cold marble cooled down the throbbing.

He wouldn't leave me, would he? I mean if we did break up he wouldn't go back to her.. Would… he?

Jill grabbed the stick on the counter and peered at it again and begging for the the plus sign to fade away.

…..

Chris kept glaring at the photo and started to remember the memories of his forgotten partner. They were only together for a short time but it left a great impact on him. He once had feelings for her but his feeling for Jill was much stronger. The reason the relationship ended was because Jill was in the way.

I can't be with someone who I have to worry about him still having feeling for his friend!

He did love her though, but it was just wasn't enough. He did it to get his mind off of Jill. Jill was too afraid then to act on those feelings; especially if one of them were killed. The woman who was also a BSAA member and was part of the African Division. She didn't hesitate to be with him, but he still loved Jill. No matter how many times he stayed with her. And she knew of it and eventually let him go.

I want you to be happy, Chris. That's why I'm breaking up with you.

In the end the two tired to stay friends but after a few months they gave up and went their separate ways. He put the picture back in the box and closed it. He noticed his box of tools on a workbench. He stood up and grabbed it and went back upstairs.

…

Jill was putting the turkey in the oven when Chris got up the stairs tool box at hand.

"You finally came up. I was wondering if you were gonna move down there." She smiled.

He just stood there.

Jill glanced down at her apron and started to play with the seam. The room filled with silence thick as a cloak. But then the phone went off causing her jump so she ran over to the phone and answered.

"Hello? Really, that's great! You're on your way, alright! I'll tell your brother. Ok bye." And she hung up

"Was that Claire?" He asked.

"Yes and she's on her way over so you better get at that bathroom. While I get ready." She replied.

"Alright I'm on it." And he started up the stairs.

"Chris wait."

He glanced over his shoulder. "Yeah Jill. What is it?"

"Ummmmm it's… it's don't forget to clean out the garage and hang and hang the rest of the lights. Got it?"

"Got it." And he went back up the stairs.

And the sick feeling grew back in her stomach.

Hi everybody I'm PurpleKillerPanda and thank you for reading A Resident Evil Christmas! I hope you remain and watch as the characters uncover secrets of their dark pasts and new ones as well. I hope you enjoy! Reviews a re respected :)