First Resident Evil Fic.
ClaireXSteve...Is there anything else to write about?
So yeah. Romance. Based after 4. Dont like. Dont read.
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Prologue
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"No! Fight it! Please Steve! PLEASE!"she pleaded desperately.
Nothing. No sparkle in the eye. No lopsided grin.
He was gone.
Claire pointed the gun at the monsters forehead.
"Please Steve! Come back to me! PLEASE!"
Steve Burnside roared, an unrecognisable sound, chilling Claire to the bones.
He lunged at her, and she winced, pulling the trigger of the handgun.
BANG
Her aim had been true enough, right between his eyes...But he ignored it.
The bullet was wedged in his skin, sticking out sickly.
She screamed and fled the boy she had cared for so much.
But he was gone. All that was left was this savage monster, a bi-product of the Code Veronica Virus.
A tyrant.
Steve...
She flung herself through the narrow corridors, his grunting breaths growing louder, warmer on her neck.
Her hair was falling into her eyes, but she didnt stop to move it.
He screamed again, leaping the last few feet between them and grabbing her around the neck, choking her.
"Steve..." she gasped, clawing at his hand, "Steve PLEASE!"
She looked into the pits of darkness the thing called eyes.
"Steve...Come back to me..."
His grip loosened, his eyes softened.
"Steve?"
He threw her roughly to the floor, grabbing at his chest.
"STEVE!"
She rushed to his side, only to be met with a swift blow from his arm that knocked her back onto the floor.
He dropped to his knees, the inhuman screech sounding more and more like the boy he had been.
"Steve, focus on me! Steve!"
The beast looked at her, and she saw his skin begin to soften, the bullet popping out of his flesh, making a loud clink on the floor.
It reached a five fingered human hand towards her, and she grasped it desperately.
"Fight it Steve..."
He nodded.
He screamed again, his body lurching as it returned to the slender, fit form of a 17 year old.
Then he dropped, sweating and panting,onto the floor.
"Claire..." his voice was soft, barely above a whisper.
"I'm here Steve. It's going to be ok..."
He shook his head.
"You will Steve. I promise..."
He looked at her, and she saw the despair in his face, and knew what was happening.
"No! Steve! Dont give up please..."
He smirked, barely noticable as his lips were as pale as his skin.
"I love you, Claire..."
She felt tears freely flowing down her face.
"DONT YOU DARE STEVE! STAY WITH ME! PLEASE!"
His head dropped onto the floor.
His hand dropped from hers.
"NOOOOOOOOOO!"
She grabbed him, shaking him frantically.
"Steve!" she knew he was gone, but couldn't stop herself shaking the body, hoping that a grin would form, or the moth would say 'Gotcha...'
Nothing.
She cradled the body in her arms.
And cried...
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Ok, may not be EXACTLY how it happened, but yh. Hollywood. So sue me!
That was a joke... Please dont...
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