Left in the Dark
Authors note: This used to be two different fics, until I combined them, some of these lines might seem a little familiar from somewhere, but sorry about that. Also, sorry for the grammar/spelling mistakes there might be, and thank you to everyone who reviews!
Disclaimer: I don't own any Resident Evil characters, or etc.
Claire Redfield sat up in her flat single bed, and glanced over at the ringing phone.
"Who in their right mind would be calling at-" Claire looked at the clock on the dresser "-three A.M. in the morning." She cursed under her breath, and picked up the phone.
"Claire Redfield, or Francisca Akagi?" A male voice gruffly asked.
Claire gulped, getting together her speech.
"Claire, who's this?" She urged to get straight to the subject of this phone call.
There was a moment of silence on the line, until the voice spoke up again, and what he said was rather disturbing.
"Get out of there!" Then the line went dead.
Claire held the phone for a moment more, letting it all sink in. Normally she would have just shrugged, and forgot about it. Still, there was something different about this call. Something wasn't right. Claire pushed the covers out of her way, and sat up on the bed.
She examined the things around her, it was a small room. Her dorm room in Crossroads county collage. There was a tiny window in the center, and a wooden door to the left. Two trunks at the end of the bed, and somehow, a dresser squeeze in the middle of the two beds. There were the two beds lined on the wall.
Claire had shared this room with a girl named Francisca Akagi, her mother the infamous scientist Ritsuko Akagi (the name is from NGE if you noticed)
It was all Chris's idea to have her return to collage. He thought that would be safer, but what's safe when you have Umbrella assassins on your tail.
That's why Claire took this phone call seriously. Claire wasn't going to leave until a morning, but something scared her. Putting the whole collage in danger for herself. She glanced over at the other bed, Francisca was gone, and there were a few of her guns laying on the bed.
"What luck." Claire muttered under her breath, and tied the bow into her hair quickly. Then she changed into her motorcycling outfit, similar to what she wore in RE2, and had the words 'Crossroads county' on the back.
Throwing a few things into her pockets, she grabbed her keys to the motorcycle, and stuffed them in her pocket. Slowly opening the wooden door, she creep down the dark halls, until she reached the stairs. Then going down to the bottom floor, went through swinging doors, and left the dorm building. Crossing the woods to the parking lot, she silently hopped on her bike, and watched in the distance. To her surprise, and horror, or which ever came first, a black van pulled up in front of the building. She quickly slapped the helmet on, and only hoped the shadows would hide her.
Then roaring up the engine took off in the distance.
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The road seemed to go on forever, as the sun beat down. Claire whipped her forehead, then closed her visor once more, taking off her helmet for only a moment. She was speeding down the path on her motorcycle, her brownish red hair flickering in the wind behind her.
Claire seemed to used to this now. It was at least two days since she took off on the road.
Claire's stomach grumbled, as she passed a restaurant.
"Guess it won't hurt this time." She reassured herself as she pulled up into the driveway.
Stuffing her keys into her pocket, after locking her back, proceeded into the restaurant.
It was a nice place, there were tables in the back, but she just went to the bar.
"What can I get you?" Asked a waitress, her black hair tied up in a bun on the top of her head.
"Normally, I'd probably have a number five, but since nothing seems to be normal here, I'll have a normal coffee, and number two." The waitress wrote it down, and gave a small chuckle.
Noticing Claire's motorcycle outfit, which stated Crossroads county(where she attended collage) on the back, she added something.
"Not from around here I assume, traveling?"
Claire nodded.
"Where to?" The waitress asked again.
Claire shook her head, this one she couldn't answer.
"I don't know. Where ever the road takes me I guess." Sighing she closed the menu.
The waitress took it, and turned around to retrieve her coffee.
Claire searched around the room. Her eyes fell upon this one group of people. A watery smile appeared on her face.
"Funny, that reminds me of Leon, and Sherry." She said to herself more then anyone else.
Aware of the waitress arrival, she wiped the thought out of her mind.
The waitress sat the coffee down in front of her, and pointed toward the milk, sugar, and etc. Claire grabbed a sugar, and watched the waitress sit down on the other side of the bar. It was just then that Claire noticed there weren't many people in, and night was slipping in.
"So where was your original destination?" The waitress piped up after a moment of silence.
"Pardon?" It was just now that Claire noticed she was being spoken to, she hadn't talked to anybody for awhile, other then that cheap talk she got everywhere.
"Original destination, or did you just hop on your bike, and dash out of there?"
Claire had to think about that for a moment.
"Both I guess you could say. I didn't really have a destination, only that I wanted to get as far away from Crossroads county as possible." Claire said at the moment that waitress brought over the food.
She began to eat quickly so she could get on the road again.
"Anyone special you left behind?" This waitress was nosey, but Claire hadn't told anyone for awhile, so it was nice to talk to someone.
"Someone....but nothing serious, Francisca was just a collage friend... didn't have anyone close other then my brother and Leon....and Sherry....and Steve....." Claire stopped herself, knowing she had already said to much.
"Who you running from?" This question surprised Claire.
She was running, but never thought of it that way. Not from anyone individual she knew around her, Umbrella agents somewhat, but probably just-
"Myself." Claire said roughly, and finishing eating, paid with a large tip, and left.
Coming out of the store, she got back on her bike.
She turned it once, and it seemed dead.
"What oh come on!" She turned it a few more times, until it roared.
"Yes!" At least her motorcycle was still working.
Behind her, she noticed a black van pull up in front of the store. Watching closing on her rear view mirror.
Out of the black van, hopped a few agents. What it looked to be, they were armed with M-16's.
"What's going on here!" Claire asked herself, not expecting an answer.
The agents jumped out, and spilt up around the building.
A few came in her direction.
"No!" She loudly whispered, and cursed under her breath.
She cranked in the keys, and they motorcycle roared to life.
"Stop right there!" She heard them yell.
Cranking up the speed, and drove toward the road, well aware they were on her tail. In a few moments, a few smaller black cars were on her tail.
Darting from lane to lane, she had to plane to out run them some how. Her heart was beating in her chest rapidly, as she swung past a blue car that was slowly driving.
They honked madly at her, but ignoring that she pushed the gears even farther.
Someone in the car must have opened fire, because a bullet nearly missed her head.
"These people aren't joking." She yelled aloud swerved the bike to the left, and nearly missing that blue car again.
It might have been following her, but that was the least of her worry's. Nearly missing another bullet, she speed into the dark tunnel. The black cars also sped up.
'Their going to ram you!" Claire's mind screamed, as the car hit the back of her wheel causing it to twist out of control.
The loud screech as the tires burned against the ground, and the motorcycle was heading for a crash course toward the wall of the tunnel. Claire did her best to yank the handle one last time, and a plain dawned on her, the car was on her right side, so when the motorcycle swerved again, she yanked the handles to the left one last time, and jumped from the bike. There was a loud skidding noise, then Claire covered her head hoping this distance she jumped would be enough to save her.
The crash ignited the fuel tanks, and brought a fire to the air. Claire got up of her two feet, and ran how she knew best. There was a sudden explosion of fire, and ash, that ran through the end of the tunnel, and took Claire with it.
Claire cause a thunk when she hit the ground. Still covering her head, only a few rocks landed on her back.
Regaining her vision, she stood up knowing those agent freaks would be on her tail again, began to run. To her surprise the same blue car was stopped on the side of the road, just outside of the tunnel.
Police sirens could be heard from the back, Claire did her best to pass the car without much notice, but the door swung open causing her to fall backward.
A girl semi-long brown hair, swung out of the car. Enough to help Claire up and say.
"Get in now! We're here to help." They demanded returning in the car.
Claire obeyed, seeing there wasn't much else she could do, and jumped in the car.
She sat on the black leather seat. The girl flashed her a quick smile, and yelled to a brownish- red hair man up front.
"Step on it, the cops will be on our tail in any second!" The driver hit the gas, and the car sped down the drive at full speed.
Claire sat back in her seat, and sighed, but then turned to the girl.
"Who are you?" She questioned, her nerves still up tight.
The girl who looked around Claire's age smiled.
"The names Eliza Walker. This is Derrick Walker. Brother and sister, anyway, you must be Claire Redfield." The women directed toward her, Claire nodded.
"Good to see that you believed Derrick's message. Those agents are from Umbrella. We heard about it from a friend of Derricks. Deon Kennedy or something."
"Its Leon Eliza." Derrick corrected her.
Eliza nodded, and just turned back.
"Anyway, I wanted to help, because your brother, Chris had helped me escape from Spencer manor. Anyway, I was on there on a mission. Its a organization to help stop Umbrella... and a few other things. The leader wanted to have you join...." She seemed to have a hard time explaining.
Although her brother Derrick was watching the rear-view mirror.
"Girls, sorry for the rude awaking, but we have company." No doubt there were more black cars chasing after them.
"Ready for some target practice." Eliza asked handing her a shotgun, and Derrick opened the windows.
Claire was confused at first, then took the shotgun, and leaned out the window.
The first shot the driver dodged, but the next one hit the tire causing the car to swerve out of control, and stop another car.
"Right, 3 down, 3 to go." Eliza added.
Eliza and Claire targeted the rest of them, until all the cars were off there tail momentary.
Then Eliza turned over to Claire and awaited the answer.
Normally Claire would flat out refuse, but seeming since nothing was normal around her answered.
"What kind of mission?" Eliza smiled, and nodded happily as the car sped on.
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