Hi everyone! We just like to say that yourfaithfulsidekick and I are very much aware of Resident Evil: Revelations 2 and its storyline but this is our version of it. So we took out Moira and placed in Sherry as well as switched up some of the storyline but other aspects of it are there. Thank you very much for clicking and enjoy =)

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Chapter 1

'Shit shit shit.'

Claire Redfield was sprinting throughout her apartment, trying to finish getting ready. That major fundraiser she was hosting for TerraSave was starting at 7:30...and it was 7:00. She already called Sherry Birkin, who was her plus one for the event, and told her to just meet her there so she wouldn't be any later than she was going to be. She was just slipping on her heels when her cell phone rang.

"Ugh, of course." She glanced down at the caller ID and it was a foreign number. With a grunt, she answered the call.

"Hello?"

"What the hell is this thing you're going to tonight?" A brute like voice yelled out. She didn't even have to ask who it was.

"Oh hey Chris, it's nice to hear from you too!"

She heard Chris take a deep breath and sigh, "Come on, Claire. I was listening to the news and they were talking about some party at TerraSave and they mentioned you so what is it? For the record I don't like hearing about your life on the news"

"Maybe if you'd call more often you'd know little bit more." She rolled her eyes and readjusted her phone on her shoulder so she can finish getting her bag together. "Chris, I told you this weeks ago! I'm hosting the fundraiser to spread awareness of the current bio-weapons and to stop companies from making them plus to help raise money for relief. And don't get on me for hearing stuff in the news!"

It was supposed to be a big deal. Or, at least, that's what Claire was consistently told from bosses and co-workers day after day. This event was a make-it or break-it kind of deal. After Tricell fell, TerraSave has been getting more and more attention. More than enough for Claire to be put in the spotlight. Claire knew she was charming, witty, and a pretty damn good talker so it wasn't really a shock that she was put in charge of organizing the fundraiser. Working at TerraSave made her feel like she was making a difference in the way that she wanted to. Sure, Chris had asked her to join the BSAA and help in the intelligence department but working on the front lines like that reminded her too much of Raccoon City. She rather be behind the scenes and help others get through what she had 13 years ago. So 5 years ago when TerraSave asked her to work for them she completely jumped at it.

"Oh, right I think I do remember you telling me something like that," Chris responded in a much softer voice than before. Claire was used to it, sometimes he didn't even realize when he would go from brother to father mode.

"Sorry Claire, you know I'm elbow deep in shit over here."

"Its fine, Chris. I'm sorry too I know you're busy over there." Claire actually did feel bad for her brother. For the past couple of months Chris has been in Asia dealing with an outbreak with his team. She knew how much he loved the BSAA but she knew that he rather be back home.

"Yeah...well I know you love parties so you'll do great. I've always hated that sort of thing and," there was suddenly a lot more background noise going on that Claire had to move the phone away from her ear. Chris just grunted in response, "hold on a second, Claire. WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON OVER THERE?" Chris shouted out and she heard a faint voice over the line "Captain, we need to start heading over to the rendezvous point and…" "Alright Nivans I'll be there in a minute!" Chris just shouted over the man, "Claire? Sorry I gotta go but I'll call you later on this week alright?" Claire was about to respond when the line went dead.

'Didnt even let me say goodbye - typical Chris, always in motion'.

The last time Claire has seen Chris, it was nearly two months ago while he was preparing for his trip to Asia. She was glad to be third wheel to dinner with Chris and Jill. Since their private wedding, Chris and Jill have been inseparable ever since her return from Africa. From her time spent with Jill, Claire feels like she's made quite an improvement from the fragile and timid woman who came back from the dead- so to speak. Since then, Claire has started a weekly bar-hopping tradition with Jill for, as Chris would say, 'tamed girl time'. Being around Jill reminds Claire how much Raccoon continues to haunt every single one of them, and what TerraSave is fighting to stop.

'No pressure, though'. Claire sighed as she applied one more touch-up on her makeup. Once she was done, she took one final look at herself in the mirror. Her hair was down with light curls but who knew how long it was actually gonna stay down before she just threw it up in a ponytail but she was willing to give it a try. She had bought a really nice pant suit for the occasion but at the last minute was talked into wearing a simple fitted blue dress by Sherry. Besides she really didn't have a chance to get super dressed up anymore - so any opportunity to dress up she went for it. By time she was finally ready to leave it was 7:27, giving her less than three minutes to arrive promptly.

'Oh well, there's nothing wrong about being fashionably late.'

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Perhaps showing up late in style wasn't worth it. Sitting in the back of a taxicab, Claire wondered if she should have just been sober for the night. As the echoes of rush hour and the radio's top 10 of the week blare together, Claire suddenly felt stir crazy. There was no reason for her to be stressed after all- these were things she was used to after all. Was it a gut feeling, or just nerves for seeing over a dozen of political figures? If no one else —

'Gotta get my mind off this'. Grabbing her phone, Claire quickly sent a quick message to Sherry.

"Hi, SherBear! Did you end up getting there okay? I'll have you know my taxi is quite extravagant."

After a few moments, her phone beeped, reading, "Claire! I'm all good! Leon's in town so he offered to drop me off. It's pretty dull at the moment, are you almost here?"

Every instinct of Claire told her not to ask about Leon. What did it matter? The last time they spoke over dinner that ended with a quick goodbye the next morning- almost three weeks ago. That wasn't too bad, Claire assured herself. It was just like any other evening he would stay the night.

'Don't do it, don't you ask her'

Claire impulsively wrote back to Sherry, "Oh? Did he say anything?"

'Shit'. Quickly regretting her decision, she slumped back a little further in her seat.

It wasn't like Sherry didn't notice the seesaw-like relationship between the two. Claire would always describe the relationship between herself, Sherry, and Leon as a divorced family. Most days she would see Sherry alone, and whenever Leon was around he would check in on her. Then there were the rare occasions like holidays or her birthday when they would all be together. But unlike most divorced parents, the "mom" and "dad" didn't hook up usually after seeing each other then usually aren't in the same room together for a little while.

Sherry usually keeps the relationship between Claire and Leon all their own. Though she would give her two cents whenever Claire would ask, or when Leon would ask about Claire.

Claire thought about Leon every so often, usually when she doesn't hear from him after returning from an assignment. This would be one of those times.

Her buzzing phone pulled her out of her daze to a message that simply said, "He said he's happy that he isn't gonna be around snobby business assholes."

'And why did I expect anything different? Ugh'.

A sudden stomp on the brake snapped her back to reality. It was time to work her charm.

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As old and vast at the room was, it clearly was used over and over again. The floors were polished to the point where Claire nearly slipped on her heel. Tables were spread around the room, each hosting a group of politicians, eager stock buyers, and some family members of TerraSave members. The unwelcoming grey walls toned the atmosphere. The small corner of classical instrument players didn't do much help either. The people and the room itself were just bland. The music was almost as soft as the chatter. But, the only thing in the room that kept Claire from thinking she was in an asylum were the large wall-to-wall windows. The long, white extravagant drapes covered most of the window. Allowing just a peek into the city's lights. But this isn't wasn't the time to lose focus. She faced the elderly man sitting beside her.

"Thank you so much for your donation, Mr. Clark. TerraSave appreciates your cooperation and dedication to this company and to the fight against Bioterrorism!" With a firm handshake and a quick goodbye, Claire waited until the older man was out of sight before she sighed deeply and grabbed the nearest drink she could find. "God, like that didn't get old fast."

"I don't know," Sherry chimed as she playfully elbowed Claire. "I think he was aging by the minute. Maybe if you winked a little more you could have squeezed your way into his will and get way more than what he wrote out."

"Guess this dress does more than I gave it credit for." Claire rolled her eyes, putting the check in her purse. "Believe it or not, I'm kinda rusty at this-."

"Come on, Redfield! That's all you got so far?" Peter, a member of TerraSave for almost a year, was young and definitely got on Claire's nerves. His cocky attitude reminded her a little bit of Leon which she still wasn't sure if that was one of the reasons he got on her nerves or not. But being partnered together for a few months, he definitely got attached to Claire.

Making the checks he collected into a self-made fan, he skipped past Claire, "You're slackin'! Maybe you're getting too old!"

"Old?" Claire shot back, feeling slightly offended. "I'll remember that the next time I get your evaluation report, Pete!"

"Shit, I'm just kidding, Red! You know I love you!"

"Uh-huh, sure. You better not lose any of those checks! I'm watching you!"

Sherry shifted uncomfortably. Though she's been on her own for a little over a year, being around large crowds of people still felt uneasy to her. With Claire, a natural people person, always having the crowd's favor- Sherry still felt a little intimidated by it all. She sometimes wondered how Claire always managed to hold herself up to everyone she meets. Even with people like herself, Sherry always felt like she needed to worker harder than most to fit in. She admired Claire, and not just for her people skills. Claire and Leon were like second parents to her- giving her as much support as two complete strangers could. Sherry knew that if it haven't been for them, she would have probably been long gone. Both in Raccoon, and in captivity.

"I'm sorry," Claire offered a small smile as she shrugged her shoulder, "He's the rookie. Gotta keep him on his toes, you know?"

"It's okay, I was just thinking about how…" Sherry hesitated, wondering if she should even bother bringing her anxiety up. Instead she ran her fingers through her hair and thought of the next best thing to talk about. "Leon wouldn't like this at all, huh?"

Claire darted her eyes around the room before looking back at Sherry. She instinctively smiled, taking a rather big gulp of the sparkling champagne. "Oh, he would rather have another assignment with late president Graham's daughter than spend his evening mingling."

"I'm sure he wouldn't mind as much if it was with us. Or with you." Sherry eagerly looked to Claire for a reaction. Sherry would never impose her own thoughts about Leon and Claire's relationship- but it didn't hurt to make them sweat a little.

"You know, a clearly sheltered young gal with little to no social skills isn't exactly 'date' material. At least with Leon here, the politicians would feel a little more intimated to give you a little more money."

Claire began aimlessly walking around the room in hopes of running into a potential donor. The topic of Leon always made her feel a little fidgety, of course she would never let anyone but herself see it. Lucky for her, the waiters began walking around with small treats. Perfect excuse.

"And deal with the nagging questions about who that brooding yet dashing guy I brought? I rather have my favorite gal be at my side, hoping to God that they give us better liquor than this."

"Maybe if we just-"

The sound of glass shattering and people screaming interrupted their conversation. Claire instinctively grabbed onto Sherry and pushed her towards the nearest hallway. People were crowding by the exits, trying to exit the room as fast as they could. The sounds of gunfire coming from the center of the ballroom only caused more panic and a higher urgency to get out. Claire was starting to shove herself and Sherry through the crowd when they heard people shouting from the front of the crowd, "Oh my god! The doors are locked! We cant get out!"

Claire quickly looked around and tried to scan the room for another way out. The front of the ballroom was completely covered in glass and men in black were yelling at the crowd. She then noticed that there was a door behind the bar, 'it probably leads to the kitchens or something. There has to be an exit there' She grabbed Sherry's hand and ran towards the door and went inside. Turns out it wasn't a kitchen, but a small office that probably belonged to the manager of the bar. She quickly locked the door and slid down to the floor with Sherry

'Oh well better than nothing'

Next to her, Sherry was freaking out. "Claire! What the hell is going on? Does this happen at all your fundraisers? Is this supposed to happen?"

"Sherry! Calm down! I don't know whats going on but I need to go and see if everyone's okay. Please stay here and hide behind the desk and wait for me to get back" Claire started to stand up but Sherry pulled her back down and stared at her with pleading eyes.

"No! Claire if you are going out we are going together! I can help you!" Claire smiled softly at Sherry but then sternly shook her head.

"Sherry, its too dangerous for you to be out there. What if they are here looking for you? I can't put you in that kind of danger. So, please as a favor for me just stay here for now." Sherry looked at her sadly and slowing nodded. She knew Claire wouldn't have let her leave and there was no point in fighting her. Claire gave her one quick kiss on the top of her head before jumping up. She quickly looked around the room and stopped to face the desk at the very end of the room that had a bunch of mini-TVs on it. Claire ran over to it and started clicking random buttons until the TVs came to life

"Sherry look! Its the security cameras! See if you can get the sound on this working after I leave. I would try but me and technology aren't really on the best of terms."

"I'll do my best," Sherry timidly said. Claire shot her a quick smile before running towards the door. "Lock the door behind me and don't open this door for anyone else!"

"I know, Claire! Please be safe!"

Claire slowly opened the door and whispered, "Ditto" with a wink. Then she was gone.

Once Claire heard the door click shut she crept behind the back of the bar and tried to look out and see what was going on. She heard shouting but couldn't make out what they were saying. So she slowly worked her way down the bar so that she would be closer to where the shouting was coming from. Once she got to the end of the bar, she started hearing the voices more clearly.

"We are going to ask you all one more time." Someone frustratedly shouted out. "Where. Is. Claire. Redfield?"

Claire's eyes opened wide and gasped. 'They are looking for me?! What the fuck?! What the fuck did I do?"

"We don't know who that is!" A timid sounding woman called out with a bunch of people shouting in agreement. Claire peeked over and recognized her as one of her co-workers. She was at the front of the crowd of people the unknown group had surrounded at gunpoint. She saw various bodies and blood throughout the once dull looking room. Her coworkers were facing this one man at the front of the room - he was wearing a black face mask like everyone else but his mask was a little different. His mask had a green serpent running down the right side of his cheek. This guy must be the leader of the group.

"And even if we did know her and where she was, its not like we would tell you" A male shouted out from the middle of the crowd. Claire didn't even have see who it was before some gunman yanked in him from the crowd - it was Pete.

'Goddamnit Pete!'

The snake maskman laughed smugly before he walked over to Pete and grabbed him by the back of his neck, threw him on the ground, and pulled out his gun. "Now, I'm running out of time and patience for this shit. You all will tell me where she is and if you don't I'm gonna start putting a bullet in every single one of you. Starting with him," he said has he pushed the gun towards Pete's head.

"You all have 5 seconds to tell me." Everyone started shouting out not to harm him but the leader just put one hand up.

"5!"

'...Well shit, guess I get my grand entrance to the party after all."

"STOP! I'm here!" Claire shouted out before standing up and slowing walking around the bar. The entire room got quiet as she walked out towards the center of the room towards the ringleader. Before she could speak, she was overwhelmed by a large group of men.

"Claire Redfield," The man said triumphantly. Shoving Pete over to another henchman, he took a few steps closer to her. "Men! Round up everyone here, I want absolutely no witnesses."

Claire pulled and tugged with every ounce of her strength, but these men meant business. She knew she wasn't going anywhere. Facing the leader of the group, Claire was about to fight back before she felt something get injected into her neck. Before losing consciousness, she hoped Sherry was safe- and that this would just be some terrible twisted dream.

Rather, it was a whole nightmare that was about to begin.