The-Lost-Chronicles

¡Hola! ¡Volví después de tanto tiempo de inactividad (subir los capítulos que hace MESES escribí de "Te Quiero" no cuenta como actividad. Simplemente es algo que tenía que hacer ya que dejar tan atrasada la historia en esta plataforma es algo... violento) con algo nuevo! Si, me gustó el último juego de la saga (hasta por ahí) aunque concuerdo con algunas criticas negativas que recibió; siendo realistas, no todo es un 10/10... Salvo el poderoso remake del primer juego. ¡Ah, eso si era algo legendario!. Ahorre desde que se anunció en el E3 del año pasado y cuando pude compra

Claire Redfield’s Residence Park Street, Washington, DC 5/14/2010, 6:43 PM EST There it is!  Sherry was near giddy with excitement as soon as Claire’s house came into view. The anticipation for tonight had been building all week. The work day was finally over, the weekend was here, and now it was time for her to enjoy this special evening. Not only did this mark her very first visit to Claire’s home, but it also held another important meaning. Today was her birthday, and she would be spending it with her best friend! What more could she possibly ask for? Turning into the driveway, Sherry brought her vehicle to a stop behi

N. de la A: Este capi es bastante más corto del tipo de capítulos al que estoy acostumbrada a subir, así que espero que les guste de igual manera. ---------------------------------------------- La triste verdad era que ya estaba en camino hacia el helipuerto, con un tipo canoso de no más de cincuenta años diciéndole los pasos a seguir de aquel momento en adelante y con cinco aparatos comunicativos distintos en el bolsillo. Suspiró disimuladamente mientras se resignaba a cumplir su cometido junto a Jake. Este, pese a estar escuchando al tipo que tenían al lado, se le notaba ajeno a la situación; c

Leaves dance around my feet as I sit watching the sun dip low. The night is coming faster now, swallowing the light with a ravenous hunger, a lover’s hunger. There’s an ocean in my mind, churning my thoughts and drowning me. It’s worse tonight than it has ever been. His face is a rippling memory ebbing away with the waves and his blue eyes match the color of the deepening forever of my mind. “I miss you.” Saying it aloud holds little comfort, but something about hearing my own voice pronounce it so carefully, so quietly. My little secret. Leon… The memories of his tender voice, always so understanding an

Eastern Warehouse District – Miami, FL May 25th 2014 21:15 EST     It was as if she was watching everything unfold before her in slow motion playback.  In that brief second, time ceased to hold its sway given what she had just witnessed.  The thunderous discharge from the high-powered sniper rifle was still ringing in her ears even as she looked down from the roof.  The skylight above the garage had shattered from where he had fallen through.  His voice was the last thing she could acutely remember.     “Ada!  Sniper above!”     She’d barely had time to turn when the red dot of a laser site honed in on her chest.

xxx If I don't say this now I will surely break As I'm leaving the one I want to take Forget the urgency but hurry up and wait My heart has started to separate~ Look After You, The Fray xxx August 15, 1998 Jill Valentine's Apartment Raccoon City, USA Jill's cell phone rang, the simple ringtone blasting throughout her small room. Jill, annoyed and still tired, got out of bed and found her phone. The caller ID displayed a collection of numbers that Jill knew by heart, and her heart swelled thinking about what the caller wanted. "Hello?" She pretended she didn't know who was calling. "Hey, Jill. It's me." "What do you want, Chris?" Jill feigned

And I'm here to stay Nothing can separate us And I know I'm ok You cradle me gently Wrapped in your arms I'm home ~Wrapped up in your Arms, Flireflight xxx July 25, 1998 Jill Valentine's Apartment Raccoon City, USA The door slamming echoed in the quiet room as Chris Redfield and Jill Valentine entered the apartment. They got just back from the Raccoon City Hospital, doing dozens of blood tests and checkups. Immediately after walking into the room, they crashed on the couch, exhausted. "I can't believe any of that just happened," Jill muttered, sadness in her voice. Chris sighed, "Neither can I." The night before, the S.T.A.R.S. Alpha Team

Cause it's you and me and all of the people with nothing to do Nothing to lose And it's you and me and all other people And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you ~You and Me, Lifehouse xxx February 18, 2003 Inside a shack Somewhere within Russia "I'm cold," Jill shivered, rubbing her hands up and down her arms to create warmth, a useless action. She moved closer to the fireplace which gave off little heat. "I am, too," Chris agreed, zipping his green winter jacket all the way up. "How long until they come back?" She questioned, her breath visible, coming out of her mouth like feather-light clouds. "Don't know," He sighed. Hours ag

Leaves made a crunching sound when they were crushed by light feet, clad in gently used black combat boots. The woman sighed loudly as she stopped, not three feet away from a tombstone. Her bright blue eyes read over the epitaph, tears burning at her eyes. Jill Valentine 1974-2006 In loving memory She held her breath, then exhaled. It came out jagged, clearly the woman was close to tears. She inhaled sharply, then held it in until it hurt, then let it out again. A breathing technique she developed to stop her from crying. It worked- most of the time, anyway. She kneeled down, touching the gravestone delicately. She wore a long sleeved black T

Claire’s blue eyes scanned over the tombstone once more. She could recall the news reports, the stories from her brother, all coming back to her as she looked upon the stone sadly. She sighed, lifting one hand to swipe a loose strand of auburn hair away, the other brushing lightly against the engraved letters. A tear rolled lazily down her cheek, falling unto the ground. She was slowly starting to accept what had happened. Even in death, Jill was selfless, dying to save someone else. That’s the way Claire always wanted to go. Claire always looked up to Jill, much like a younger sibling looked up to their older sister. Jill was he