Notes before reading: This is a self-insertion fic, solely written for the purpose of self-enjoyment. The character "Betty" is none other than myself, but people please give the fic a chance, it has a deep plot and a lush storyline. So please read and enjoy.
In dedication to, obsession, without you, where would I be?
"Damnit," Claire murmured as she wiped a strand of light brown hair away from her pale blue eyes, the balmy night air causing her thin black t-shirt to hang on her every curve as sweat slowly dripped down her lithe frame. The faint sounds of footsteps in the distance padded along the corridor just outside of the room Claire occupied, the thick, almost choking smell of disinfectant blurring the nineteen year-old girl's mind, she had been placed in charge of the medical supplies; few of which had been used but were certainly not going to go to waste anytime soon. Claire sighed as she felt her body shiver, the eerie thought of there still being survivors in the building chilled her to the very marrow of her bones, she didn't see how anyone could stay alive in a place such as the one she was in now, the walls were caked with dried blood as well as bits and pieces of internals littering on a light fixture and other random places.
"My god! Claire prep the supply room we found a survivor," Chris's voice boomed over a small walkie-talkie that sat in a corner of the small room as if it were discarded, the tall tomboy suddenly found herself jolting to her feet, her long hair swaying in her trademark pony-tail.
"How the in world did anyone live through this," Claire inquired softly as she opened the door waiting for her brother to bound down the hallway holding a close to death body in his arms. The sight that greeted her pale blue eyes was just that, Chris held a small limp body closely against his chest as he rushed down the narrow corridor, his brow slick with perspiration as he ran.
With little grace the oldest of the Redfields maneuvered his frame into the small archway of the room, with careful precision Chris placed the frail gore covered body onto a small makeshift bed, as Claire watched feeling helpless.
"She is gonna be out for a while, you wouldn't believe where I found her, poor thing," lamented the tall marksmen as he reached over to a nearby counter and grabbed a can of first-aid spray and a large roll of gauze, slowly Chris slid open the torn and tattered shirt the girl on the sheet covered gurney was wearing, his large rough hands shaking ever so slightly.
"Where did you find her, is she going to be okay," Claire softly inquired as she watched her brother tenderly apply the healing solution to the pale girl on the makeshift bed, Chris flinched slight then looked up to his kid sister wearing an expression that told two tales.
"She will be fine, I'm sure," sighed the spiky haired S.T.A.R.S. member as he turned his head back to the beaten and bruised girl, cautiously watching her body jerk violently at the slightest touch. "Whoever she is, she must be a genius, or just really desperate to survive. I must have passed her hiding spot ten times before I finally found her, god I don't see how she could've done that," Chris shook his head in dismay as he slowly started to dress the young girl's wounds.
"What," Claire murmured in a low tone as her pale blue orbs gazed passed her brother and rested on the younger female's soft face, the tall marksmen grunted and wiped his brow of sweat.
"She was hiding in an incinerator down in the basement, I noticed that the value to turn the machine on was missing, so I took a look inside. At first I didn't even see her, she was buried under at least two corpses, the only reason I even sighted her was because she was shaking and lightly whimpering."
Claire gasped lightly into her palm at what her brother had just told her, the thought of having to resort to such extreme measures caused her stomach to tighten up, a sudden wave of nausea fitting her full tilt.
"God, Chris how long do you think she has been here," uttered the pretty tomboy as she walked around the spiky haired man and leaned against the counter, Chris wriggled his broad shoulders and snubbed his nose.
"Anywhere from three days to over a week and a half, by the condition she is in, I would say nine to ten days, she's really dehydrated and most of her bruises seem to be in the mid stages of healing."
"But what about all that blood, most of those wounds on her look fresh, maybe a few hours old if that," noted Claire as she bent forward and light dragged messy bangs from the girl's pale face, eyeing the girl sympathetically. "Do you think there are more survivors?"
Standing from his chair Chris walked to the doorway before he answered his little sister, his tone was dark and slightly gruffer than the younger sibling had expected.
"I doubt it, but I'm gonna go look anyways, lock this door behind me when I leave and don't open it up until I get back, understand?"
Claire nodded at her brother's request; grinning wolfishly Chris walked out of the medical supply room and silently closed the door behind him as he left. Shaking her head the slender brunette quickly latched the door then claimed the chair her brother had occupied only moments ago, she felt awkward just sitting around not helping explore the three-floored building but at the same time she was glad she wasn't. Sighing Claire rested her neck against the back of her seat as she closed her eyes, feeling time slip away as sleep clouded her mind.
"Ahhh, my head," a soft voice meekly whined causing the motorcycle-loving nineteen-year-old to snap her hues open and jerk her head up, the sight that greeted her sore and tired eyes was that of a scared girl gripping her head with one hand and her ribs with the other.
"Hey take it easy, don't move too much you might irritate your injuries," Claire calmly stated as she offered the small girl a warm trusting smile.
"Who are you? You don't look like one of those, soldiers," the pale girl murmured in a small voice as she began to shiver violently. "Are you here to rescue me," her tone was hopeful even though her oddly coloured grey eyes showed a glint of fear, smiling Claire slid forward in her chair and held her hands in the air just above her shoulders showing the girl she meant no harm to her.
"That's right, you don't have anything to worry about now," remarked the tall tomboy as she gently let her hands rest on the cool cloth of the gurney. "My name's Claire, my brother and me are here to save the survivors in this place," soothingly worded the tall nineteen-year-old as she stared at the pale girl amazedly, Claire couldn't believe that how calm the girl was.
"I'm Betty, it is ah, nice to meet you," murmured the frail girl as she clutched her head with both of her hands and pulled her knees up to her chest, Claire instantly sprung to her feet and placed a comforting hand on Betty's shoulder.
"Are you okay," Claire inquired with worry lacing every syllable of her words, nodding slightly the pale brunette on the bed looked up at the tall tomboy tears glistening in her grey eyes.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Betty softly stated as she slowly swung her legs over the gurney in effort to reach the floor, reaching out protectively Claire laid a gloved hand on the younger girl's knee stopping her from moving. "Erm, I just wanted to get some water, I didn't wanna bother you by asking you to get some for me," she squeaked as her voice cracked, smiling warmly the slender nineteen-year-old patted Betty's leg and turned to the small sink that was just a few steps behind her.
"Hey now, it isn't any trouble at all. You need to save your strength, just relax I'm here to take care of you Betty," with a slightly shaking hand Claire lifted a glass off of the countertop and filled it with water, frowning she poured the liquid out then filled it again, turning back wearing a broad smirk the pony-tailed brunette offered the girl the glass. Smiling up at Claire the small-framed survivor took the water and sipped it lightly making a face as if the liquid was hurting her throat more.
"Ugh, forgot how bad that tasted," giggled Betty as she sat the container down beside her, the expression she wore didn't seem to fit her at all even though Claire had barely known her for more than a minute or so. "Why are you here, honestly."
Claire blinked not really expecting that sort of question from the younger girl, she scratched the back of her head and slumped down into her chair.
"Here to rescue you, like I already said, we don't have any hidden agenda," Claire muttered while locking eyes with that of the small girl on the bed, shivering slightly Betty hugged herself and bit her bottom lip.
"Sorry, it's just—this whole thing, it just got me all confused and mixed up, sorry I didn't mean to sound so rude," turning her head she looked at the floor as she spoke, for the first time since she woke up she showed signs of going through a living hell, Claire stiffened slightly not knowing how to react to the girl's sudden change in demeanor. Standing from her sit again the pretty college student slowly walked in front of Betty tilting her chin up with a hooked finger forcing their eyes to meet again.
"Don't worry about it, I'm gonna get you out of here, you don't have to worry okay, not now that I am here. You aren't being rude you are just scared, I understand, Betty really I do."
Blinking back tears the younger girl nodded causing mousy brown hair to fall into her face and over her shoulders, Claire smiled and stroked a loose tress behind Betty's small ears, at the action she could feel the girl stiffen slightly then relax.
"Claire," hoarsely whispered the pale girl as she began to shake violently. "Are you scared?"
The tall tomboy shook her head and rested her hands on Betty's shoulders trying to comfort her, nodding slightly the younger girl started to gnaw on her bottom lip nervously.
"I can't afford to be scared, so I don't let myself feel fear anymore," Claire sighed lightly then forced herself to smile for the girl's sake. "Betty, you wouldn't mind if I asked you some questions would you," softly inquired the slender brunette as she patted the younger girl's small shoulder, Betty shook her head and looked at the floor again.
"No, I don't mind, anything to help," she stated and looked up, her face was so meek and childlike Claire couldn't resist but to start her questions off with her age.
"Well, first off, how old are you, fifteen? Sixteen maybe," mused Claire as she openly stated her guesses, the look she received was that of Betty wrinkling up her nose and narrowing her eyes slightly before she spoke quietly.
"Eighteen actually, I'll be turning nineteen soon, everyone says I look like a kid, it really get on my nerves sometimes," she smirked slightly and lightly giggled causing Claire to smile embarrassedly.
"You do look rather young, sorry, I really would have never have guessed you were that old, I'm nineteen myself," offered Claire apologetically, Betty smiled again and brought the glass of water by her side to her lips and took a deep drink.
"Let me guess your next question, you want to know what happened here, right," Betty stated plainly causing Claire to nod slightly taken aback by her accuracy of what she was going to ask, the pale girl set her glass down and looked at her hands as her face blanched even more. "About a month or so ago, I received a letter, at the time it didn't really strike me as odd, but now it does, the letter was from this mega conglomerate medical corporation. They wanted to sponsor me for some unknown reason, they said in the letter that someone in the high school administration sent them my file and thought that I could use the fanatical backings. Of course I was overjoyed at the news, so I didn't think a thing about it, a few weeks followed and I got two more letters from them, one stating that I would need to be interviewed in person to see if I was really qualified to get their help, the next letter I was sent a plane ticket and a wad of cash to take care of my travel expenses, so of course I went, it would have been rude not to."
Raising an eyebrow Claire looked at Betty confusedly not fully grasping was she was being told.
"I don't follow, with what did you need backings anyhow?"
"College, my family isn't that well off, and I had sent out a ton of things to help me get into some sort of college, so you see when I got that letter it was a dream come true, god if only I had looked into it more. I have to say it was brilliant on their part, using poor expendable kids as playthings, I mean c'mon who would really miss us," Bitter hissed Betty as she gnashed her teeth together and balled her fist tightly. "When I got here, I knew something was amiss right from the start, there were all of these people here about the same age as me, all with different stories though, we were all here for different reasons. The only thing we all had in common was the fact we all have rather high intelligence quotas, mine actually being one of the lowest in the building, I guess I.Q. doesn't matter if you don't have the common sense to use it," she stopped and bit her bottom lip again until a thin trail of blood slowly dripped down her chin, Claire knitted her brow together out of concern for the younger girl, reaching out the tall nineteen-year-old brunette wiped the pale girl's chin off then stroked her cheek.
"You don't have to go on, I can see it is hurting you too much," murmured Claire in a low tone as she saw Betty's eyes fill unshed tears, shaking her head the pale girl wiped at her hues and sniffled lightly.
"No, I would rather go on, I don't wanna have to tell this story twice," she looked down again sighing deeply before she slowly began to speak again. "Everything seemed fine for the first three days, we were all fed and treated like humans. But then—then on the fourth day, two men showed up both clad in black uniforms, one of them struck me as really creepy, he constantly wore sunglasses and the guy that showed up with him, he looked too young to be working for Umbrella. It was on the fourth day that all electronic devices were confiscated and we were all given grey outfits, like prisoners. That is when all the red flags went up to the rest of the people in the building, the fifth and sixth day they stopped feeding us and began to take some of the people down to the basement floor. At night you could hear the incinerator running, making the pipes bang and clank, my wall rattled so I couldn't sleep. On the seventh day the man with the sunglasses came to every ones rooms, he gave everyone a packages of pills and a bottle of water then left, I think I was the only one that didn't take the crap he handed out, I dissolved the pills into the water and poured it down the drain. It was that night I heard the people in the other rooms scream and scream, I never thought they were gonna shut up, I knew I couldn't just sit back and wait for the man to come again so I pushed my bed against the door. I used my glasses screwdriver to open up the air vent in the bathroom, but I guessed if they saw I was gone then they would come looking for me, or flush me out of the ducks, so I broke off a metal bar from the bed and used that to break through the drywall to the next room. God it was—horrible the floor and ceiling was covered with blood and I swear I saw something, a monster with long claws it looked sort of like a frog, I was so scared I just ran to the bathroom and crawled through the air vent down to the hallway. Everything was so dark and smelled, I remember that I ran into a small office and there was a creature just like the one I had seem before, it lunged at me and mangled me pretty good before I managed to kick it off and run off again. It was like that for the next two days, I would hide as long as I could before those things found me, I finally figured out that they honed in on me because of the scent my blood, so I realized I might be able to throw them off if I covered up my smell by using something stronger," Betty hugged herself tightly the ashamed expression on her face told Claire that she had used any means necessary to live through the nightmare. "Some of the people in the rooms that I explored, they—they were mauled, I don't know if those pills transformed the people into those beast or, that man released them, but whatever it was there were a lot of dead bodies just completely torn to shreds. So, I used that, the smell of death and rot to cover my own scent, I dragged two bodies down to the basement to the incinerator room, I broke off the valve to turn the machine on then put the bodies inside, then I got in and hid under them, I could hear those things lurking around clawing on the outside of the door then leaving, they were confused, and as days dragged on they stopped coming completely. The smell, it was so strong—it made me sick to my stomach, but I was too scared to leave, too scared, I knew they would come back if I left. Claire, please don't let them get me I don't wanna die!"
Reaching forward the slender tomboy pulled the small girl into a tight hug, she could feel the frail survivor shake violently against her own body, Claire held onto Betty stroking her back soothingly until the girl slowly ceased trembling, pulling back slightly Claire offered the girl a small smile.
"Sh, it is gonna be okay now, I'm right here and nothing is going to get you, I promise. We just have to wait a little bit until my brother gets back then we will get out of here," whispered Claire in a soft voice as she pulled back more and smiled brightly trying to cheer the younger girl up as she began to question who the man in the sunglasses was, surely it couldn't be Wesker, shaking the thought from her head the slender motorcycle loving teen raised her body from the floor and sat beside the girl on the makeshift bed. Tenderly Claire wrapped a slender arm around small brunette bring her back into a gentle hug.
"Thank you," Betty mumbled as she relaxed and laid her head against Claire's shoulder and shut her tired orbs nuzzling the older girl slightly. "I'm so worn out, I can barely keep my eyes open."
"Then just lay down and rest, I will be watching over you, so you don't need to worry," Claire stated in a hushed voice as she felt Betty's head start to lull.
"But, I don't wanna, if I try to go to sleep, I will just have that nightmare again. It's weird I haven't seen my mum for over a week and I know she is okay, but I just can't help having this feeling that something bad happened back at home. All I see when I shut my eyes are those creatures and I hear my mum screaming, I just don't want to sleep anymore, if that is all I am going to dream of," Betty grumbled as she lifted her head off Claire's shoulder.
"Betty you need to sleep, I can tell by the look in your eyes, please just lay down for a little bit, c'mon sweetie, just for a few minutes," whispered Claire as she smiled and lightly stroked the small girl's bare arm, rubbing her eyes the pale brunette smiled slightly at the small act of affection then nodded.
"Can—can I, um, lay my head on y-y-your lap," hoarsely whispered Betty as she looked down feeling embarrassed for asking the older girl for such a favor, Claire smiled and patter her thigh offering it up as a pillow for the small, frail girl beside her. Lowering her body Betty curled up onto her side and gently rested her head against Claire's leg; smiling down at the dosing form the tall tomboy tenderly stroked the smaller girl's hair, gently brushing it away from her pale face.
Yawning lightly Claire looked up at a clock on a nearby wall, the dim light of the room caused shadows to flicker across the broken glass surface of the time telling device, it had been well over an hour since Chris had left her alone with the frail girl that slept soundly against her leg. A deep frown of worry settled over her features as she let her vision rest on the small, black walkie-talkie she had set on the countertop near the sink, she hoped it would buzz soon signaling her brother's return to the safe room.
"Damnit Chris, get your ass back here, we can't sit around and wait all day, we have to get the hell outta here," grumbled Claire in a dark voice as she continued to stroke Betty's shoulder length messed hair, a heavy sigh escaping from her soft pink lips as she straightened out a loose knot. Closing her tired hues Claire smiled slightly as she felt the younger brunette nuzzle against her thigh, from the look on the girl's face she could tell that Betty would be able to sleep for ten hours or more if she were allowed to.
"Uh, Mutter nein…vorsicht…blut…blut uberall," hoarsely whimpered Betty as she curled up and shivered, Claire blinked confusedly as she suddenly looked down focusing on the small quaking girl, the tall tomboy wrinkled her brow as she only caught one of the German words the girl was fearfully mumbling. Betty's petite hand flew up from her side and gripped Claire's knee as she winced and let out a low toned yelp. "Regenschirm…Umbrella, Regenschirm, Umbrella! Mommy run, please run, the blood is everywhere, please get out," screamed the frail framed girl as she bit down onto Claire's thigh and started to scratch at her own face, trying to fight off whatever horrors that were lurking in her dream. Grabbing Betty's wrist forcefully the tall brunette pulled the small girl up from her lap, in a loud voice Claire called out sternly but somehow managed to retain gentleness to her tone so she wouldn't frighten the small survivor.
"Betty, wake up! You're having a nightmare, c'mon wake up," Claire urged as she shook the short eighteen-year-old trying desperately to rouses her from sleep, with a small yelp the petite brunette snapped her eyes open confusedly.
"Uh, wha, what is it Claire," Betty sheepishly murmured as she rubbed the corners of her eyes with the back of her hand and blinked tiredly at the tomboy sitting beside her.
"You were having a nightmare," Claire whispered as she stood from the makeshift bed and took a piece of gauze from a small box on a shelf, slowly the nineteen-year-old turned on the sink faucet moistening the sterol cloth. Turning around Claire smiled softly as she moved close to the girl and brushed back her tangled hair. "Come here and let me see how bad you hurt yourself," concernedly stated Claire as she dabbed a small cut on Betty's forehead then her cheek.
"Was I clawing at my face…I didn't hurt you too did I…I know how I can get when I have bad dreams…I didn't did I?"
Claire shook her head and warmly smiled at the girl before she tossed the used gauze into the sink behind her.
"Nope, you didn't hurt me one bit," Claire lied with a soft grin on her face as she tenderly patted Betty on the shoulder trying to get the pale girl to calm down. Stiffening under the friendly gesture the frail brunette pulled back slightly and looked down ashamedly.
"I did hurt you, I can tell I did by the look in your eyes. I'm so sorry, I told you I shouldn't have slept," bitterly muttered the short eighteen-year-old as if what she had done was a sin, shaking her head the tall tomboy rested her hand on Betty's quaking knee and smiled brightly.
"C'mon don't be so down, you didn't hurt me, I promise you. Just relax," gently worded Claire as she took a step backwards and stretched, her long slender fingers extending their full length as her pale blue eyes closes tightly and a yawn ushered from her mouth.
"Hehe, cute," timidly whispered Betty as she let out a soft giggle causing the thin nineteen-year-old college student to stop in mid action and blink amusedly with a large grin on her face. Claire pursed her soft pink lips then opened her mouth to retort to the comment but the loud echoing pound of footsteps banging down the hallway stopped her from making any further conversation with the pale survivor.
Looking from Betty to the door, the tall tomboy slowly walked over to the locked entrance and reached for the knob.
"Chris," hoarsely called the slender brunette as she turned the latch, the sound that greeted her ears was that of footsteps stopping suddenly, making a loud scratching sound just outside of the door. Claire felt small arms and hands wrap around her waist and pull her forcefully away from the entryway just as the door to the safe room all but exploded into pieces of torn and splintered wood, revealing a lanky, translucent green beast with talons that dragged the floor.
"Shit," yelped Betty as she staggered backwards avoiding a heavy claw that swept forward clumsily striking nothing but air, with slightly groggy reflexes the young brunette kicked at the long razor like talon knocking the monster's arm low towards the floor. "Run Claire, get outta here quick," shrieked the small girl as she slammed her open hand into the unprotected flesh on top of the creature's head, digging her fingers into the firm grey matter. Claire stood frozen with fear as she gawked at the frail looking girl tear into the beast ripping chunks of vital tissue from it's body, gasping a long jagged piece of wood Betty rammed the board as far as she could into the creature causing it to kick and roar on the ground then fall limp. "I—I told y—you to run," breathlessly murmured the pale eighteen-year-old as her eyes rolled into the back of her head just before she collapsed, Claire rushed forward on shaking legs and picked the small framed girl up.
"Oh great, I didn't make it in time," a slightly deep voice lamented, Claire jerked her line of vision from the small girl in her arms to her older brother who stood in the doorway holding his magnum out in front of himself like a shield. His dark sapphire hues narrowed as he shook his head and placed his firearm into his holster, the slender tomboy stood bringing the fainted girl up with her.
"Took your sweet damn time, didn't you," angrily shouted Claire in a voice that told Chris he was in trouble with his baby sister.
"Hey now, that isn't anyway to talk to me, those things are crawling around everywhere, I couldn't call you via radio or they would have heard me," declared Chris as he eyed the tall tomboy, "Hey Claire, let me carry her, we'll be able to travel faster that way," plainly stated the former S.T.A.R.S. member as he reached forward and pulled Betty from Claire's grasp before she had a chance to speak.
"Ah, okay, lets go then," urged the nineteen-year-old in a low voice as she grabbed her brother's gun from his side holster and rushed from the room, scanning both sides before she jumped out into the hallway completely. Chris grunted as he heaved the short brunette onto his broad shoulder and placed a firm forearm around the back of her knees, holding her securely in place, frowning deeply the well trained former S.T.A.R.S. member pulled a Colt .22 from his pant leg, gripping it in his large hand tightly readying himself for whatever horrors lurked from around the nearest corner.
"You cover the rear and I will go ahead with the girl," gruffly stated the tall marksman in a deep voice as he looked sideway at his sister. " If we backtrack to the main entryway we shouldn't run into any problems," grimaced Chris as he ran slightly ahead of Claire, nodding lightly the slender tomboy fell back a few feet making sure to keep her brother in her sights as well as making sure nothing snuck up from behind.
Their feet hit the ground hard making the smooth floor whine and creak loudly as they rushed down the long and twisted corridors that seemed to lead on forever, until the passageway opened up into the main entryway, the only light was the dim glow from a single computer that sat behind a large oak reception desk by the exit of the building.
"Finally," happily sighed Claire in a light tone that was full of relief just as Chris sat the small-framed girl down against the desk as he felt her stir against his body, crouching down on one knee he looked at the frail brunette as she wrinkled her nose and slowly squeezed open a light grey hue.
"Ahhh! Get the hell away from me! Claire help me," Betty screamed as she kicked forward hitting the older man square in the chest sending him flat on his back on the floor, frightened and panic stricken the lone survivor of the incident scurried backwards trying to flee from the stranger that was so close to her. Claire burst out laughing before she hurried over to the small girl on the floor and knelt down beside her, slim arms encircled around her waist as Betty buried her face into the older girl's chest as if the act would save her. Claire smiled and stroked the younger girl's hair before she pushed her back slightly and chuckled, Betty pursed her lips and trembled slightly feeling the worst was about to happen.
"Betty, I would like you to meet my brother, Chris," mused the tall tomboy as she saw the spiky haired marksman climb to his feet and give the two a goofy kindhearted grin and a thumbs up, raising an eyebrow the small-framed brunette glanced at the tall, muscular man and lowered her head embarrassedly.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I thought you were, one of them," whispered Betty meekly as she refused to look up at either Claire or her brother, shaking her head the motorcycle loving nineteen-year-old hooked a long slender digit under the pale girl's chin and forced her line of vision to meet that of her own.
"It is okay, isn't it Chris," inquired Claire in a tone that told the twenty-five year-old gunman that he had better say yes.
"But of course," Chris mirthfully retorted as he wiped his forehead of sweat and cocked his Colt .22 and smiled as if he were posing. "No worries kiddo, you didn't do anything wrong, so no harm done."
"Oh but I think you, Chris Redfield are the one in the wrong, always ruining my plans, well this is the last time Redfield," a sudden masculine voice boomed from overhead, the spiky haired brunette confusedly glanced at his sister then to the girl on the floor. "What a treat this is, two Redfields and my prized toy, well, seeing as how you all have gotten this far, why don't I just burst your bubbles now. The room you are in is rigged with an explosive, the explosion itself won' kill you, but I am afraid that the poisonous gas it releases will, you have two options, die or operate the PC in the corner of the room, you have only but one chance to get the password correct, if you fail to enter the right password then the bomb goes off, if you get it correct, which I highly doubt you will. Then the main door will open and you are free to go, but remember this, even if you leave I will track you down and reclaim my prize. I will not let her go so easy!"
"Wesker! You bastard," Chris bellowed venomously as he rushed over to the computer behind the oak reception desk, Betty looked up at Claire as she bit her lower lip.
"I'm scared, Claire, you promised he wouldn't get me, please don't break your promise."
Claire blanched slightly but slowly nodded and stroked the small girl's cheek tenderly.
"I never break a promise, don't worry sweetie, we are gonna get out of here," Standing up the tall nineteen-year-old rushed behind the desk, there were no clues, or files anywhere around to help aid them with the password, Chris slammed his fist down onto the table.
"Tic tock, Redfields, better hurry up, I think I forgot to mention you are on a timer, only twenty seconds lift to go," Wesker mused over the loudspeaker letting out a dark laugh that chilled Claire to the bone.
"It is five characters long, what the hell could it be," exclaimed Chris as he looked around helplessly, a suddenly shove knocked the spiky haired marksman from the path of the computer causing both Claire and Chris to blink in shock.
"Prize, huh you think I am your prize, well screw you! I won't let you win, you egotistical, narcissistic, megalomaniac," screeched Betty as she rapidly typed in her own name and hit enter, the screen suddenly went black and a loud clank sounded from the door as it swung open, slumping forward the short brunette grinned feeling proud of herself for a spilt second before the disembodied voice spoke out again.
"I should have known having a genius would sway that trap in your favour Redfield, too bad for her, she wasn't there to sway her family's fate as well, oh how they needed her help then, screaming and crying, too bad for them," Wesker chuckled grimly just before the speaker buzzed and the transmission ceased, Betty stood hunched over the computer terminal her whole body shaking violently as hot tears dripped down her pale cheeks and splashed against the keyboard.
"You—you are—are lying, you wouldn't have, you—you can't—I don't want to be—alone—you monster," sobbed the small eighteen-year-old as she fell to the floor trembling and hyperventilating, Claire frowned not knowing if what Wesker had said was true or just a lie, she had no way of telling but for certain the statement tore Betty into pieces, knelling down Claire reached out and took the frail girl into her arms and held her tightly.
"We have to go," uttered Chris as he patted Claire's back and motioned towards the exit that was still open, frowning deeply the tomboy nodded and scooped the petite-framed girl up from the floor and carried her like a small child in both arms, out of the building.
The cool breeze hit Claire's damp skin as she rushed from the large complex sending shivers up and down her spine as she ran, just out of sight she knew the pickup truck that her brother had drove lay hidden behind a rusty chain link gate, about a block and a half from where they presently were.
"Claire," Chris barked as he skidded to a halt causing the longhaired tomboy to stumble and almost loose her grip on the quaking girl in her arms. "You stay here, I am gonna run ahead and get the truck then come back for you, it will be faster that way," hoarsely declared the spiky haired twenty-five year old, Claire frowned deeply before she nodded just as the wind kicked up sending her longhair whipping across her face.
"Just hurry up, we need to get outta here, posthaste," gruffly stated the nineteen-year-old in a tone that was laced with anxiety and urgency, Chris tucked his head and smirked at his younger sibling.
"Roger that," blurted the tall marksman as he jolted down the pitch-black street gaining speeds Claire herself normally would have been able to surpass but at the moment was unable to do so. Looking down at the small girl she was clutching tightly against her body Claire gave Betty a soft half smile but suddenly found herself wishing the whole night had never happened, staring up at her blankly the petite brunette blanched and down cast her eyes so she couldn't look Claire in the face anymore.
"Please don't leave me, I feel so horrible asking you to do that. I barely know you yet I can trust you with my life, but I don't want to be a burden to you, can you set me down please," Betty asked as she voice cracked with emotion causing Claire to let the girl stand on her own but pull her into a firm hug as soon as her feet touched the ground completely.
"It's okay to cry ya know, I am here to be strong for you," softly whispered Claire as she stroked the younger girl's hair soothingly, nodding against the tall tomboy's shoulder Betty wrapped her thin arms around Claire's waist and buried her face into the crook of her neck, hot tears smeared against both skin and cloth as the small survivor crumbled and sobbed uncontrollably against the older woman's shoulder. "I promise never to leave you."
To Be Continued…
Author's notes: Sort of a slow start but things will pick up. For those of you that couldn't guess it, yes that was Wesker who was speaking, but who was the young man with him? Will he even have a role in the story, of course! Can we all say 'plot twist', hehe, yes we can. On a lesser note, send me e-mail at JupiterChan@aol.com and tell me how I did. Thanks everyone.