((AHHA! I'm back. I'm taking a break from my LOTF fanfic and posting some good ol' Resident Evil stuff. This is a story that I had previously posted on DeviantART, until I stopped using it because it gave my computer ENDLESS virus's. It's just a little drabble I concocted at three am over the summer. ENJOY. Oh, and to the people who have been wondering if I'm continuing When The Plane Went Down, the answer is yes. I'm trying to type up chapter 12. I'll get it up as soon as I can))
Claire Redfield sat in the cold and dark prison cell on Rockfort Island. She had no idea how she was even caught;But she was caught none the less.
She sat in the cell, thinking, when she heard someone walk down the cold cement steps.
"Steve!" Claire called out, running over to the cell door. But to her dismay, Alfred Ashford stepped down the steps,holding his sniper rifle, the same one he had used to try and kill her before that moment. He looked at her and paced across the floor.
"Well well well Redfield. It seems you finally fell into one of my traps" he chuckled. He looked at her and his eyes narrowed. Then, he spoke again.
"Now Redfield. Tell me...why have you attacked this installation?" he asked her. She glared at him with annoyance. She couldn't believe that he still thought she was responsible for what had happened.
"I keep telling you I didn't attack this island. I was just captured and was brought here to this island" she retorted. Alfred glared at her and took the safety off of his rifle.
"LIES!" he shrieked, making Claire flinch. He slammed his fist down on a table in the room. "Don't insult me by lying Redfield. I know you contacted your people to have them bomb my island, releasing the T-Veronica virus, creating countless zombies and monsters!" he shouted.
She glared at him. "I'm not lying. I'm not responsible for what's going on on your island. I was just trying to find my brother when I was captured and brought here!" she said.
Alfred held up his gun, ready to fire at her, but...he just couldn't. He dropped his gun and sighed.
"I just want to protect her...to make sure my queen stays safe" he muttered.
Claire knew exactly who he was talking about; Alexia...his sister...his lover...the reason for his existence. The reason this man had stayed alive for a decade and a half was the thought of him being reunited with his beloved sister; Alexia Ashford, who was currently held in her cryostasis chamber.
"Alfred, I never even knew this place existed. You can trust me..." she said to him. She held out her hand encouragingly. He slowly took her hand in his and smiled a bit. "Thank you...Claire" he said quietly.
When Claire had his hand, she gently pulled him over to her. She smiled and leaned up a bit. Alfred leaned down and closed his eyes just as their lips met when...
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Steve screamed. He bolted up in bed, breathing heavily. Claire opened up her eyes and looked up at him. "Steve? Did you have that nightmare again?" she asked him. He nodded and looked at her, blushing in embarrassment. She sighed and turned over in bed, screwing her eyes shut.
"Steve, for the love of god...ALFRED IS DEAD!" she shouted. "I'll never be in that situation. Now please...GO TO SLEEP!" she said.
Claire soon fell back into her sleep, leaving Steve to stay awake all night, to worry about the dead cross-dresser stealing his girlfriend.