Disclaimer- I do not own Resident Evil (although it would be nice to),
however any characters that I've made up are mine, and mine alone!
Kitana- Just to add something, this fanfic is actually from Resident Evil: Code Veronica from the DREAMCAST (cos in the dreamcast Steve died!)
Resident Evil- Souls Of The Dead
1
It was always the same; he would lie back on the bed and close his eyes waiting for her. He wore nothing except dark blue jeans. His chest was bare and looked so soft and smooth, his beautiful red cropped hair fanned out onto the black sheets, he smiled already knowing she was there admiring him from the distance. He was so close, but yet so far to her. She could almost reach out and touch his smooth pale skin. However if she indulged her fantasy then her heart would surely break forever.
He opened his eyes, sparkling gem like blue eyes stared out to her, enticing her in. Claire had to go to him and feel what she almost had.
She walked slowly to the edge of the bed and knelt down by it, she didn't want to touch him in case his fragile self would crumb before her eyes and that the wonderful sensations that were building up within her body would fade. However human will is too weak for that, she pursued her desire and reached out her hand towards his naked chest. All she wanted was to feel his warmth and silky skin under her hand.
His face was still carrying that beautiful smile, his eyes followed her every move, not wanting to lose sight of her. Her eyes met his and all that she could do was smile back. Her hand reached out and met nothing but cold air. And as it always does, he had vanished and the dream that was pure rapture melted away as if it never happened.
Sadness crept into her mind and she turned to her side curling up into a small ball to cry, yet again, for her loss.
It had been five months and thirteen days since he died in her arms. She wanted to go back, back to her dream and see him breathe life, go back and feel content even if it was for a fraction of a second. But even that fraction of a second was too dangerous, like a drug, she wouldn't want to let go. It would become an addiction, tearing her up inside, demanding for more and more, never being satisfied.
Sleep never came easy for her and so she sat up staring endlessly at the far wall thinking, only about him.
Steve Burnside.
Ever since she returned from the Antarctic her life just went down hill. Her soul didn't feel like doing anything, but only to think of the last few seconds she had with Steve before he…h-he, she couldn't do it. After now, the thought was too much to bear.
Her room was a tip, papers, scraps of papers were scattered all over the floor. They all contained something on Umbrella Corp, any little thing. Her obsession to annihilate Umbrella had only strengthened with the death of Steve.
Oh she had that blood lust even without her loss, but it just increased her thirst a whole lot more.
Umbrella had to go down; it was the only way to stop their destruction. However something plagued her, all this time she or her brother never knew who was behind it all. Who were the ones allowing all this suffering to happen?
Whoever it was, they were evil sons of bitches.
Suddenly there was a faint knock at the door Claire froze for a second. She slowly opened up a draw on her bedside and pulled out a G-lock. Her skills in weaponry had increased a lot since her first encounter with Umbrella, and she would never go anywhere or be anywhere without a weapon of some sort.
Claire slid out of the sheets and stood by the wall. Her apartment wasn't the greatest in the world; it was a tiny place, liveable at least and had an escape route by the back window. It led right down to the busy streets below.
She lowered the sound of her breathing and walked slowly towards the door. Her heart was racing, she felt like she was going to choke. Even now, she could never get used to all this danger.
"Claire!" yelled a voice behind the wooden door, "Open up damnit!" It only had to be one person, Chris.
She lowered the gun and opened the door, "What's your problem? Do you want everyone to know who I am?" he smiled and pushed passed her.
"Nice to see you too sis," he said still smiling.
"Yeah, yeah," she never really had patience for him, "So where's Leon?"
"Checking out some leads," he sighed, "You remember the Paris facility you infiltrated?" She gave him a slight nod, "Well it doesn't exist. There's nothing. Just a huge plot of land ready for construction of houses!"
"What?!" she gasped, "That can't be!" she sighed already knowing that Umbrella was up to their tricks again.
"It is, we asked around. The locals never heard of an 'Umbrella'. We're fucked!"
Claire stood in silence, "What are we going to do?" she said looking up at him.
"Maybe Leon has something."
Kitana- Just to add something, this fanfic is actually from Resident Evil: Code Veronica from the DREAMCAST (cos in the dreamcast Steve died!)
Resident Evil- Souls Of The Dead
1
It was always the same; he would lie back on the bed and close his eyes waiting for her. He wore nothing except dark blue jeans. His chest was bare and looked so soft and smooth, his beautiful red cropped hair fanned out onto the black sheets, he smiled already knowing she was there admiring him from the distance. He was so close, but yet so far to her. She could almost reach out and touch his smooth pale skin. However if she indulged her fantasy then her heart would surely break forever.
He opened his eyes, sparkling gem like blue eyes stared out to her, enticing her in. Claire had to go to him and feel what she almost had.
She walked slowly to the edge of the bed and knelt down by it, she didn't want to touch him in case his fragile self would crumb before her eyes and that the wonderful sensations that were building up within her body would fade. However human will is too weak for that, she pursued her desire and reached out her hand towards his naked chest. All she wanted was to feel his warmth and silky skin under her hand.
His face was still carrying that beautiful smile, his eyes followed her every move, not wanting to lose sight of her. Her eyes met his and all that she could do was smile back. Her hand reached out and met nothing but cold air. And as it always does, he had vanished and the dream that was pure rapture melted away as if it never happened.
Sadness crept into her mind and she turned to her side curling up into a small ball to cry, yet again, for her loss.
It had been five months and thirteen days since he died in her arms. She wanted to go back, back to her dream and see him breathe life, go back and feel content even if it was for a fraction of a second. But even that fraction of a second was too dangerous, like a drug, she wouldn't want to let go. It would become an addiction, tearing her up inside, demanding for more and more, never being satisfied.
Sleep never came easy for her and so she sat up staring endlessly at the far wall thinking, only about him.
Steve Burnside.
Ever since she returned from the Antarctic her life just went down hill. Her soul didn't feel like doing anything, but only to think of the last few seconds she had with Steve before he…h-he, she couldn't do it. After now, the thought was too much to bear.
Her room was a tip, papers, scraps of papers were scattered all over the floor. They all contained something on Umbrella Corp, any little thing. Her obsession to annihilate Umbrella had only strengthened with the death of Steve.
Oh she had that blood lust even without her loss, but it just increased her thirst a whole lot more.
Umbrella had to go down; it was the only way to stop their destruction. However something plagued her, all this time she or her brother never knew who was behind it all. Who were the ones allowing all this suffering to happen?
Whoever it was, they were evil sons of bitches.
Suddenly there was a faint knock at the door Claire froze for a second. She slowly opened up a draw on her bedside and pulled out a G-lock. Her skills in weaponry had increased a lot since her first encounter with Umbrella, and she would never go anywhere or be anywhere without a weapon of some sort.
Claire slid out of the sheets and stood by the wall. Her apartment wasn't the greatest in the world; it was a tiny place, liveable at least and had an escape route by the back window. It led right down to the busy streets below.
She lowered the sound of her breathing and walked slowly towards the door. Her heart was racing, she felt like she was going to choke. Even now, she could never get used to all this danger.
"Claire!" yelled a voice behind the wooden door, "Open up damnit!" It only had to be one person, Chris.
She lowered the gun and opened the door, "What's your problem? Do you want everyone to know who I am?" he smiled and pushed passed her.
"Nice to see you too sis," he said still smiling.
"Yeah, yeah," she never really had patience for him, "So where's Leon?"
"Checking out some leads," he sighed, "You remember the Paris facility you infiltrated?" She gave him a slight nod, "Well it doesn't exist. There's nothing. Just a huge plot of land ready for construction of houses!"
"What?!" she gasped, "That can't be!" she sighed already knowing that Umbrella was up to their tricks again.
"It is, we asked around. The locals never heard of an 'Umbrella'. We're fucked!"
Claire stood in silence, "What are we going to do?" she said looking up at him.
"Maybe Leon has something."