Sibling Rivalry

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Chris Redfied pressed his knee hard into the neck of an extremely dirty and unkempt man. "Enough!" He shouted, too angry to pay any attention to the blood dripping into his eyes. "You seem to have the idea that I'm here to do anything but get information!" He held tight to the other man's enormous hammer with his free hand. "I'm not going to kill you unless you make me." He added darkly. 
The BSAA was dirty. It was rotten from the inside just like Umbrella had been. There were viruses leaking out left and right. 
He'd gotten a clue about a way to end it. At least that was what the message had implied. 

Rebecca Chambers held onto her coffee cup as she followed a tall figure dressed in black. She was barely paying attention to where she was going as she stared at the corpses of men with mutated bodies. Oddly they looked like werewolves. She wondered where this virus had come from. 
She was so lost in her thoughts she didn't see the man in front of her stop. She crashed into him hard enough to send her to the ground. Her much needed coffee showering over the bodies next to them. 
Rebecca had prepared for this mission for months. Everything was supposed to be going like clockwork. But her source was dead and nothing was as it was supposed to be. 
"I hate snow." She snorted, trying not to laugh at just how stupid it all was. Her tall partner hadn't moved. "But worst of all...I hate creepy dolls." She added. "There's another one! I swear it's watching us!"

Chris turned back and stomped back inside the room. "What do you want me to do?" He hissed, grabbing Claire's chin. "I'm not a monster and neither are you." His eyes met hers and there was a brief glimpse into the swirling pain he was hiding behind his shields of heroism. "We are Redfields, Claire. We rise above hell. Remember? I've always told you that. They will not break us." 

Rebecca buried her fingers in his hair, whispering his name over and over again. This was everything she'd dreamed it would be. At least until the moment her lips met his.

The eyes that glared back at Chris were not those of his sweet baby sister who would go through hell and back for someone she just met. It was like looking into those of Wesker himself. “No, but Jill and Leon did.” She spat, not even attempting to jerk her chin free. “You’re worthless. Mom and dad would be ashamed.” She added, the knife she had assaulted Leon with sliding down her sleeve and into her palm. “I’ll do what you never could… I’ll cut Jill free.” Before he could react, Claire’s knife had plunged between his ribs, twisted briefly, then she yanked it back out. A defensive move Chris himself had taught her if she was ever attacked. That done, Claire backed up a few steps, a sick smile on her lips. “Jill should be puking her guts up right about now… withdrawal is a bitch.” She added, shopping her gun back up and vaulting out the open bedroom window and back into the city beyond.

“You shouldn’t be here.” Billy murmured against Rebecca’s soft lips, his arms setting her gently back on her feet only so his fingers could skim down her back to settle against her slender hips. “If he finds you…” He didn’t get to finish that thought as he finally stole the kiss he had been thinking about since dropping into this nightmare of Rebecca’s creation.