Hello and welcome to my third Wesklaire Fanfic, my newest project called "Doubt". Listening to a lot of Twentyone Pilots songs and rethinking the Ending of RE:REV2 made me write this piece. I noticed that there aren't any post REV2 fanfics, which is really sad. However, I'm trying to change that. My first fanfic was post REV 2, however not so in depth as this one is going to be.
To me, Doubt is a really special project and a really difficult one, too. I'll try my best to present you my ideas of this story. Yesterday, I posted my second Wesklaire fanfic, called Working For It, which is a totally different direction than this. This is going to be a bit more darker than WFI.
Now, have fun reading the prologue of Doubt called "Ride", also inspired by a song from 21P. I hope my grammar is bearable and you will enjoy reading it. Have fun xxx
I do not own any of these character, but if I did i would fuck them up real good. Because that's what I can do best... Fuck up things.
Also: "..."- talking 'italics'- thoughts
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00: RIDE
The room was dark. The screen of the laptop the only resource of light. The only sounds were coming from the said machine, a humming sound. A man starring absorbed at the screen, glasses on the bridge of his nose. A glass of fine brandy on his left hand. The mans brows in a straight, serious line, reading the content of the report in front of him.
"Having the T-Veronica Virus and T-Phobos inside of its body with no actual disturbances, Subject Zero truly is a miracle. No traces of mutation, both viruses stay dormant without any signs of amalgamation between the Phobos and Veronica." He took a sip of his brandy. 'Veronica and Phobos in one individual?', the man wondered, continuing to read.
"Subject Zero, a female, has been now under our watch since the Susteshvovanie Occurrence. No signs of mutation or unusual illnesses have occurred after two years. Below, you'll see an updated profile of the Subject. (Status: May 22nd 2013)" His eyes followed the bottom of the report. The glass of Brandy almost slipped from his gloved hands. Taking off his sunglasses, his blue eyes widened.
The screen showed a photo of a red-haired woman. The picture was definitely not taken with her knowledge. The woman, dressed in tight blue jeans, a plain white shirt and a black leather jacket, was walking on a sidewalk. Her face not facing the camera, just the side of her visage visible. Black Ray-Ban's covering her eyes. Her red hair in a ponytail - a trademark - on her hand her mobile phone pressed against her ear.
The next photo showed the same person. This time with a clear shot of her face, no sunglasses hiding her blue eyes. Blue eyes, the man knew too well. She was standing in front of the traffic lights, waiting. Her hand still holding the device, her lips slightly parted. A beautiful woman, you had admit.
"SUBJECT ZERO" The report moved on.
AGE: 33
SEX: FEMALE
RACE: CAUCASIAN
PLACE OF BIRTH: RACCOON CITY
BLOOD TYPE: 0
HEIGHT: 5FT 6.5IN
MASS: 116LB
CURRENT AFFILIATION: NONE
ALSO KNOWN AS...
"...Claire Redfield.", he concluded. His voice a dark whisper. "What a pleasant suprise." A vicious smirk appearing on his lips. "Seems we will meet again soon, dear heart."
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June 28th 2013, Toronto
6.44 p.m
"Turn left now."
Alright, alright, I got you, you stupid fuck.
Taking a right, Claire Redfield left the Highway, driving her black SUV gracefully and following the orders of the navigator. Today she would be visiting the Burtons, including their new family member, Natalia Korda. It's been almost two years since she has seen Barry, Moira and Natalia. But still, the memories still felt like yesterday. The incident in Susteshvovanie still lingered in her thoughts.
"Two years...", she said to herself. "Time flies, truly."
'After all the outbreaks I've been through... Susteshvovanie affected me the most.', she admitted to herself while she drove smoothly through the streets of D.C.. After the incident, Claire Redfield's life turned for the worse. When the press caught the news of Neil Fishers betrayal, the reputation of TerraSave was ruined. Claire, who dedicated her life to TerraSave - to rescue the people in need, was feeling lost for the first time of her life. TerraSave was no more. Trying to find another agency to work for, she was refused by the people, she wanted to help so badly. They didn't only see Neil Fisher as a traitor. The trust towards former TerraSave workers was slim to almost none. No other company wanted the same thing to happen. Claire understood that. She experienced it and now she had to suffer with the consequences.
Being without work, Claire was getting uneasy. Her future looking dark, however she knew that she has been through much worse.
At some nights, she sat alone in her living-room and had a few drinks too much. Thinking of joining the B.S.A.A., following Barry, Jill and Chris. Fighting along with them. However Claire never wanted to be a fighter, she was more the rescuer type. Even though she had the skill of a fighter.
"Almost there.", she said to herself. She finally found herself in a nice suburban area, a bit away from the city. Her phone started vibrating next to her.
'Piers Nivans calling'
Claire's eyes widened in surprise. The combat operative of the B.S.A.A. calling her. She had never met the man, however talked and wrote often with him, keeping status on her big brother Chris. Both liked to annoy her brother, she even send Piers some childhood pictures of Chris. Nivans and her always had a good laugh.
Quickly swiping to the accept option on her phone, she put her phone on speaker.
"Well if it isn't Mr. Nivans!", she answered cheerfully. A light chuckle was heard.
"Well hello to you, Claire!", his answered came. "How are things going for you, lil' red?" Claire's eyes rolled at that name.
"So far, so good. I'm in Toronto, now. Visiting Barry and the girls. How about you?" Claire noticed that she almost reached her destination.x
"Oh, old Barry! How I miss the guy." He chuckled. "Well, I just wanted you to know that Chris and I are heading for China. There has been an outbreak, you might've seen it already on the news." Claire nodded. "Yeah. So I've heard."
"We will take the plane in two hours, Chris wants you to know that he loves his little Claire-bear and wants you to know that he's alright." A soft chuckle. "Thank you for telling me, Piers. Did the B.S.A.A. let Jill join the operation?", she asked curiously.
"Unfortunely no, they still want her in HQ, doing all the reports." Claire hummed sadly. "Well, what can you do."
"Yeah." Claire finally reached her destination, a nice, big family crib with a beautiful garden. Parking next to Barry's Jeep, Claire turned the engine of her car off.
"Please be careful, Piers.", she said quietly. "No worries, Miss. I'll make sure our Captain Red and the unit stays safe."
"Don't forget to take care of yourself, too!", reminding him as she stepped off the vehicle. Opening the backseat door, she pulled out a bag with presents for the Burtons. She heard Piers laugh softly. "Don't worry, lil Red. After this mission, we can finally have that dinner I promised. Don't forget the photos!" Claire smiled brightly.
"I gotta go, Claire. Take care."
"You too, Piers. Thanks for the update." He hung up and Claire smiled sadly. 'Everything will be okay.'
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"Oh, oh, I'm falling, so I'm taking my time on my ride
Oh, I'm falling, so I'm taking my time on my ride
Taking my time on my ride
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"Ding Dong!"
"Moira, could you please..?" Kathy Burtons voice echoed from the kitchen.
"On my way, Mom!" The oldest daughter of the Burtons ran down the stairs. 'It must be Claire!', she thought excitedly. 'It's been so long!'
She hurried down the floor and opened the door. And there she was, the one and only Claire Redfield.
"Claire!", she exclaimed and hugged her straight away. Claire laughed until she was met with Moira's tight embrace. She yelped, however hugged her back as tight as she did.
"Well hello to you, Moira!", she replied sincere. "Let me look at you!", Claire pushed the now 24 year old woman a bit farther from her. Observing the beautiful, young woman. Moira's hair was longer since the last time Claire had seen her. And she dyed it blonde.
'Somehow she reminds me of Sherry', Claire thought. 'I hope she's alright.'
"You look amazing, dear!", she commented and Moira smiled brightly.
"Look at you!", she countered. "You're thirty something? You look like you're just in your twenties!" Claire laughed and shook her head. Yeah, she turned 33 this year. An age, she already despised.
"And did you lose some weight? You look way slimmer since the last time I saw you!", Moira added. 'Wow, if I was in her age, I would die for such a body.'
"Not that I noticed..", said Claire and hugged Moira again. "God, it's so good to see you!", she said. She knew it was a good decision to come here.
"Well, well, who do we have here?" A deep male voice coming out from the end of the hallway.
"Barry!" The 53-year old man smiled and made his way to his partners sister.
"It's good to see you, Claire.", he said as he hugged the younger Redfield. "Please come in!"
Claire followed Moira and Barry inside. Following them into the kitchen, she saw Kathy and Polly Burton preparing dinner.
"Claire!", Kathy greeted. She hadn't seen the woman for years. "Oh my, look at you!" Kathy hugged her, following by the younger sister of Moira, Polly.
"Hi Claire, good to see you again!"
"Kathy, Polly, thank you for the invitation!" She smiled brightly, feeling the warm welcome of the Burtons.
"Please.. take a seat!"
While Kathy and Polly prepared dinner, Claire, Barry and Moira sat next to them and enjoyed their beer. Moira told Claire about her new job in an anti-bioterrorism agency called ResZoi. An agency, Claire never heard of.
"They were founded recently and are located here in Toronto. They really need people, who are willing to help. Even better, people with experience." Claire nodded curiously. "Please tell me, you're still searching." Moira's voice full of hope. Claire let a small chuckle.
"Well, if they want me, they can have me.", she said and Moira shook her fist. "Awh Yeah!" Barry just shook his head.
"To think that she's already 24.", he mumbled. "Anyways..", Moira interrupted. "Since you're staying here for a while, I could arrange a meeting with my boss. I already told her about you. She can't wait meeting you!"
Claire's smile widened. Suddenly, just with one simple visit, her life seemed getting better. Moira was giving her hope for a new start. Funny, to think, that Claire introduced her to TerraSave. Suddenly a pang of guilt hit her.
'If I never introduced her to Neil, she wouldn't have been caught in this mess.' Claire quickly closed her eyes. 'Enough of the 'what could have been'-bullshit, Claire!', she warned herself. 'That will kill you one day. Snap out of it.'
Claire opened her eyes. "Moira, could you please tell me where the bath is?"
"Sure! Well, we have one right next to the main door and one's upstairs! Right next to Natalia's room."
"Ah, Natalia!", Claire said, remembering the strong, little girl she met during the incident. 'I wonder, how she's doing.'
"I'll be right here then!"
Standing up, she went upstairs, opening the first door on the right side. 'Finally, the bathroom! I really need to pee...'
Making her way to the toilet, walking past a small mirror, she noticed something.
'No.. not again.', she thought annoyed, turning back to the mirror and observed her face.
A red-purplish substance slowly circulated out of her nose. Quickly, she turned the water faucet on, her hands filling with cold water, splashing it on her face. She watched as her blood flushed away, looking up, she saw that her nose seemed normal again. Taking a few sheets of toilet paper, she blew her nose.
'Okay, it stopped. But it occurs more often...' Claire gulped, looked at her reflection. Moira was right, she really lost some weight... and she looked younger than she actually was. She noticed that her hair also grew faster than usual... it was even longer than usual.
She looked down at the sink, where few seconds ago her blood was washed away.
'You know, that this isn't normal.', she reminded herself. 'Your blood used to be red only.' Claire shook her face, splashing once more cold water on her skin.
"I'm okay." She said to the reflection on the mirror. "I'm okay." I'm alive, ain't I?
Finishing her business in the bathroom, Claire left the room.
"A cage went in search of a bird."
The sweet voice of a girl filled the floor. Claire looked around, following the voice. She stopped in front of a slightly opened door with a label. Natalia's room.
"But now the bird is gone.", the voice continued. Slowly Claire opened the door and saw Natalia Korda's crookedly back. Entering her room, she noticed that Natalia didn't register her appearance. Standing behind the girl, she watched her reading aloud, listening to every word the little girl said..
"The bird has changed.", finished the girl. Claire's eyes widened. 'Wait, isn't that Kafka? Why is she reading Kafka?' Her eyes lowered to the book, the girl was holding.
"The Zürau Aphorisms?!" Surprise and shock in Claire's voice. The girl turned around, meeting her glare. Cold blue eyes meeting warm blue ones. Claire gasped.
'They look just like her eyes...', she noticed. 'The cold eyes of Alex Wesker...' Suddenly she noticed the girl's eyes change from a cold blue to a warm brown. 'What the..?'
Natalia blinked, smiling warmly at the speechless Redfield.
"Claire!", she exclaimed sweetly, jumped up and hugged the confused Claire.
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What the fuck was that all about? Claire jobless, Moira finding a job for our lil' Red, Claire bleeding purple-red. Natalia quoting Kafka and switching eye colors?! Welcome to "Doubt", ladies and gentleman, yes i have lost my mind.
Nevertheless, I have to admit I had so much fun writing this prologue and I hope you had fun reading this madness! Please let me know! Was it bearable to read? Or was it a catastrophe? Let me know, what I can improve to make this more enjoyable.
But what interests me most... Do you guys like the story? The idea? Would you like to read more? Please let me know what you think.
Thank you so much for reading / following / favouring/ reviewing Doubt.
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