Dear readers,
Can you pls review this little story! I'm writing it for a little fanfiction competition, and decided to keep it a lttle more cannon, but Wesker is still amused lol. It was based off a little sketch I drew... but lost. So sorry fan-art lovers.
I know what happens at the end, but you draw your own conclusions. Actually guess! Please :) ?
*Shadow
The Beretta Vs. The Magnum
Despite the recurrence of explosions rocking the underground facility, the two stone figures in the middle of the hallway did not shift from their position. The cement walls had started to crumble over time, causing little fragments of rock or metal to slowly rain from the ceiling at each explosion. A broken pipe far away caused the torturous sound of water dripping to the ground in a toneless echo. The floor was dark and damp and walking across it would result in a sharp watery tap per footstep. A broken metal sign on the left wall hung from one nail, announcing "No unauthorised personal. Umbrella staff entrance only." A swinging ceiling fan swung overhead, the metallic squeaking as it swung added to the eeriness of the location. The dim golden glow of the light bulb cast a small circle of light, illuminating the two figures standing in silent conflict below.
The first figure was a young woman, slim yet still possessing a muscular form. Her copper red hair was pulled back into a high ponytail on her head, except for a few locks hanging behind her ears. Her face was grimy and covered in numerous scratches and bruises. A long cut was present on her right temple, leaking scarlet streams of blood down her face. Her light azure coloured eyes were narrowed in unspeakable fury and her lips were pressed into a thin line as she concentrated on her objective. One leg of her dark blue jeans had a rip in the knee but her leather red jacket was untouched. The stitched design on the back of the jacket made it clear to who it was; the "Let me Live" design unique. Claire Redfield bit her lip as she tightened both of her hands on her shiny black Beretta, her weapon pointed directly to her enemy's heart.
The figure directly across from her seemed to be calmer than his rival; appearing more amused by the woman in front of him than threatened. His blonde hair stood out from the darkness of his outfit, and his eyes were obscured by his dark black sunglasses. Claire knew however that the eyes that were hidden beneath the dark shades were inhuman. His stance was relaxed; holding his Desert Eagle with one hand, his fingers gripping the gun loosely. His lips twitched into a smirk, and he lifted his other arm slightly, the black gloved fingers unclenching from a fist as they flexed.
Claire's heartbeat increased as the black glove descended onto the top of her weapon, the black fingers enclosing the gun. Claire let out a silent shaky breath as she found that despite his relaxed grip, she couldn't budge the weapon at all.
"Don't do anything foolish... dear heart."
The term made Claire's skin crawl in repulsiveness, and her willingness to shoot this tyrant in front of her only increased. Wesker's sharp eyes detected the momentary fear turn to determined rage again and narrowed his own eyes, tightening his grip on both Claire's weapon and his own. He only had a few seconds before she would pull the trigger.
Almost simultaneously, both guns were fired by their owners, resulting in two piercing gunshots echoing in the silence.