Hey! I'm KagamineAshley and welcome to my story...and stuff. ^^; This fanfiction was inspired by one of my friends on DeviantArt and...yeah, I started it way back in October 2008...or maybe November. I can't remember. XD
Either way, I hope you enjoy Waters of Death!
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Chapter One- A Month Later...
She didn't know how it happened. She didn't even know where she was. It all seemed so familiar though.
Claire Redfield found herself in a small, grey room. The room smelled strangely of blood. A dreadful feeling of fright came to her. She checked her pockets and belongings, only finding a handgun and a security card. Claire held up the handgun and checked to see if any ammo was left.
Not a single shot was left.
Claire sighed and put her handgun away. Empty. That was one of the worst things that could happen to her. She didn't have anything to protect herself with.
"Well…I'll find some ammo eventually…I always do." Claire whispered to herself.
Claire observed the room. It was empty, except for a door and a strange, electronic device. She walked to the door and tried to open it. It was locked. She kicked the door in frustration and walked towards the device. Upon closer inspection, it was a card reader. She took the security card out of her pocket and used it on the card reader. She then heard a loud, screeching noise and covered her ears. When the noise had stopped, she turned to her left and saw another pathway had opened. Claire was about to step through but that fear stopped her. Claire peeked into the pathway. It was an extremely long pathway that had the same spooky air as the room she was in now. There were exquisite knight statues along the walls, but each one held a large sword. Claire couldn't help but stare at the statues. Somehow, they were giving her even more feelings of horror. She couldn't help but think the statues symbolized something. Or someone. But who?
She didn't want to walk through the pathway. But what other choice did she have? The other door was locked.
Shuddering, Claire took a shaky step forward. She kept walking along the path until she saw something at the end of the hall. She saw a person strapped to a chair. Along with the straps, the blade of an enormous axe was stuck to the wall and its handle blocked the chair. Claire gasped and ran to the person. She immediately recognized the prisoner.
"Steve?!"
The boy looked up at Claire. It was obvious he was both terribly ill and exhausted.
"C-Claire?"
Claire saw a red button next to the chair. She pushed the button, releasing the straps. She tried to pull the axe out of the wall, but it wouldn't even budge.
"I-I can't do it! Who did this to you?!"
"That crazy woman…told me that she was going to perform the same…experiment on me…that she did on her own father…she's completely…insane!"
Suddenly,
Steve's eyes widened. Everything in his body just seemed to stop.
He felt incredible pain and he could barely breathe. Claire saw this
and almost began to panic. "What's wrong!?"
Steve pushed Claire away. He looked in horror at himself, then looked at Claire with a terrified look on his face.
"Claire…help me!...Can't…breathe…Claire…"
What happened next, Claire couldn't even find words to describe. It was just too sickening and gruesome and it all happened so fast.
Right before her very eyes, her friend turned into a monster. Claire slowly backed away. She quickly turned around and heard the screeching sound of the iron gates beginning to close. She thought she heard the axe break apart from the wall, but didn't even look back. Claire dashed for the exit as fast as she could. She knew that if she didn't make it, she would die. Suddenly, just as Claire was about to reach the exit, she tripped and slid across the floor, just making it to the other side. Claire slowly stood up. Shaking, she leaned against the wall, trying to catch her breath. Claire heard the axe hitting the iron gates that separated them. She slowly took out her handgun and stared at it. Then, she threw it against the wall in anger.
"What am I thinking!? That gun is all out of ammo, and even if it wasn't…I'm not sure if I could bring myself to shoot Steve."
There was no other choice. The door was locked and her gun was empty. The only thing that would happen now was death.
Suddenly, just as the bars finally broke, a massive, greenish worm came crashing through the wall. Shocked, Claire tried to run but it took Claire and lifted her up in the air. It tightened its hold and Claire couldn't breathe. She looked up and saw Steve, who was still a mutant, walking towards Claire with his enormous axe. Claire didn't know what would be a worse death, either being suffocated or decapitation. Whatever happened first, she was hoping it would happen fast. Steve lifted up his axe, getting ready to kill Claire. Claire squeezed her eyes shut. She thought she felt the blade touch her neck. Then she thought she heard a voice.
"Cl…Claire!"
Claire felt her body hit the cold, hard floor. She heard a struggle, then silence. Claire opened her eyes. There was blood everywhere now. She looked around the room and saw Steve. He had turned back into a human, but he had bruises, cuts and wounds all over his body.
Shivering, Claire took a few steps towards her fallen friend. She tried to calm herself down and think about her brother, who had come to save her and Steve from the horrors they had faced. But then, she looked at Steve and realized what critical condition he was in. She knelt down and took his hand.
"Oh...Steve..."
Steve slowly opened his eyes. Weakly, he turned to Claire.
"Claire...you're...warm"
Claire tried to hold back her tears as best as she could, but it was becoming too much for her.
"Steve, you've got to hang in there, okay? My brother's come to save us. We're getting out of here."
She looked at Steve again and thought she saw tears in his eyes also. It was truly a heartbreaking sight.
"Your...brother kept his promise. I'm sorry...I cannot."
Confused, Claire wondered what he had meant, but then it came to her.
"What? What are you saying?"
She held his hand tightly, trying not to cry, but she knew what would happen if her brother did not come soon.
It was happening faster than she thought.
" I'm glad that I met you....I...I love you...Cl..Claire...."
Steve sighed and closed his eyes. Horrified, Claire shook his shoulder.
"Steve?"
There was no response. The boy that had helped her so much, the boy she relied on, her knight in shining armor that had been with her and protected her throughout her whole nightmare, was no longer living.
"Steve!!!!!"
Those
mournful tears she had tried to hold back finally came.
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Claire
immediately sat up and screamed, but then she looked around the room
. She wasn't in a prison or the Antarctic anymore. She was in her
own bed. Still troubled over her nightmare, she looked at her alarm
clock. It was only 7:00 AM. She took a deep breath and looked at her
calendar.
January 27th, 1999.
Only a month had passed since the incident at Rockfort Island and the Antarctic. Yet, it seemed so long to her. She still remembered every single event that had happened. Claire looked out the window. It was snowing outside and the streets were still very empty. She got out of bed and put on a pair of jeans and a black shirt. She walked out of her room and went into the kitchen. She ignored her brother, Chris, who was eating his bowl of cereal rather sloppily.
"Oh, hey sis! Where are you going? It's still really early!" Chris asked, through mouthfuls of food.
"I'm just going for a walk, I guess." Claire replied, putting on a red jacket.
"Why?"
"I…I just need some time to myself."
Chris didn't say anything. Still puzzled by his little sister's behavior, he watched Claire walk out the door and into the snowy streets.
