Hello dear readers,
So did you like the prologue? Did ya? Huh? Personally my favourite scene was Wesker's little rant about his sunglasses. I figured him as a guy who would throttle a man who tried to spit on his shades, so if someone stole them, he would hunt them down. ^^
Also, it's tunnel duck-duck-goose (Dirt, Dirt, CEILING LAMP!)
So now we have Claire's awakening and a ClaireXWesker scene if you squint, because remember, so far Wesker feels nothing for her apart from the fact that she would be valuable and she's a link to Chris. Mwuhahaha, that's all gonna change black-suit-sunglasses-red-eyes-blond-super-abbs-guy!
Ok, serious face now. Degeneration will no longer be mentioned, and eventually the prologue will be edited. I'm keeping Wesker's rant and his sniffer nose (there are plenty of other fanfics that have this quality not just this one) in though. Ok everyone? Good.
You all know the drill; I wouldn't dare claim ownership to Capcom. It's awesome without me.
Unlikely Alliance
Chapter 1
Claire groaned in discomfort and opened her watering eyes slowly. A golden lantern with a tiny flickering flame lighted the earth in front of her. She shifted onto her back and straightened her legs. She reached her hand out, yep defiantly earth as she shook her hand to get rid of the dirt on her fingerless gloves. She used her hands to push herself up into a sitting position and looked around curiously, using the lantern to illuminate the darkness. The dirt wasn't just on the ground; it was on the walls and ceilings. In fact, dirt was the walls and ceiling. Holy crap, Claire thought as she shakily got to her knees. She was in a tunnel.
Claire sat back on her heels in amazement, what was she doing here, underground? She narrowed her eyes, that Spanish boy wasn't as innocent as he seemed. She was stupid to trust a stranger, who knows you could be drugged by train attendants today. That red-eyed tyrant better not have anything to do with this, or she'll go straight for the guy's sensitive spot with an iron toed boot. And she would keep striking until he was on the ground, even if it meant that she would break her toes in the process. She rubbed her head and slowly got to her feet as she dusted her clothes of, sitting there moping on her butt wouldn't help her get out of here. She then realized that her jacket was missing. All she was wearing was her fluffy black t-shirt, her jeans and her red leather boots. Her eyes narrowed, oh they asked for it. Not only was it her favourite jacket, it also had her Glock in the pocket. She sighed and picked the lantern up; it would be useful in the darkness of the underground. Well, boots getter start walking.
.ShadowForceSilver.
Claire's footsteps echoed on the planks of wood as she slowly walked into the unknown. It had taken a few twists and turns, but within time she had found the main path which was a plank path. She lifted the lantern to the ceiling for what seemed to be the fifth time that hour. It was still pretty much the same; Dirt. Dirt. Dirt. Ceiling lamp that seemed broken because it wasn't turned on. Dirt. Dirt and so on. Claire sighed and turned a corner onto a dirt path, the earth crunching beneath her. She lifted the lantern to the right side, casting a small golden glow around her. Claire stopped for a breather and checked her watch. 5: 15. Well she had been going around for a while. Deciding a five minute pit-stop was due, Claire slid down the wall until she was sitting down. Although it was difficult, she forced her eyes shut for a rest.
Claire was jolted back into reality by a frenzied scream for help. She opened her eyes, and listened. There it was again, "ARRGH! Help me, help me PLEASE!" Claire swiftly pushed herself off the ground and grabbed the lantern, taking off in the direction of the scream. "I'm coming!" she screamed back as there was another cry for help. She turned another corner, almost tripping over the planked path. Exhaling as she calmed herself down, she took off along the path, her footsteps clanking on the path. She took deep breaths as she increased her speed, and another cry sounded. Although this time, it didn't sound human.
Claire skidded to a stop as she took in the figure huddled in the middle of the path. She narrowed her eyes as she recognized the black suit pants, the white shirt and the red tie. She also recognized the haircut. "You!" she hissed at the train attendant. She had no idea what was up, or why he was kneeling in the middle of the tunnel path. Suddenly with a growl, the train attendant shakily stood up, his limbs and movement rigid like a puppet. He looked up at her with animalistic features, and red glowing eyes. His head cocked to the side and his hands clenched. Claire narrowed her eyes and balled her own fists, but wasn't prepared for what came next. The attendant parted his lips a little bit then threw his head back with an anguished cry. Claire raised her eyebrows, unsure of what to do. Parting her lips and letting out a scream was her next action.
Tentacles that reminded Claire of Venus Fly Traps forced their way out of the attendant's mouth, whirling around in a frenzied state. Claire took a step back as the attendant threw his hands up and let out another tortured scream. He then rushed towards Claire and swatted her to the side like she was a fly. Claire flew back a fair distance and let out a shout as she felt her back smash against metal drums. They toppled over, oil leaking from the tops, making a path towards the mutated attendant as he experienced another spasm. He barely noticed the oil drenching his feet and hands. That gave Claire an idea, and she spun the lantern around like she was competing in a hammer throw event. The tiny flame flickered and blurred as the speed increased, and Claire released her hold on the lantern. The lantern flew at the attendant and smashed on the ground. The oil caught light and blazed to life as the flame reached the oil. The attendant roared in pain as he was consumed by fire and flailed as he tried to escape the flames, the tentacles even more wild than before. Claire didn't bother to watch any more, she turned tail and ran.
.ShadowForceSilver.
Claire's heart hammered in her chest and her breathing was quick as she took in the shock of what she had just seen. She increased her speed now, not caring if she had no idea where she was going and ran her hand across the earthy tunnel walls as she ran past. All that mattered was getting away from that... thing. She wasn't facing normal zombies now; these ones looked smarter and deadly. They even looked human on the outside if you didn't count those glowing red eyes... and the tentacles. Claire turned into another tunnel as her hand hit nothing or at least no tunnel, the darkness surrounding her as she regained her breath and her thoughts. She really wished that she hadn't dropped that lantern; it turned out that she would need that in the underground.
Claire narrowed her eyes and reached a hand out to steady herself against the tunnel walls as another wave of panic hit her. She had to get out of here, she just had to. Hopefully TerraSave had noticed she was missing and was looking for her, right? But Claire dismissed that idea. They wouldn't know where to look for her. She had no idea where she would look for her if she was them. Now the sense of panic was gone, replaced with loneliness and a feeling of helplessness. What could she do now? With no light and no way of getting above ground, her chances of seeing the sun again was slim.
Claire stood up, not feeling any better despite her moody moment a few minutes ago. She walked confidently into the darkness, her feet crunching into the earth as she took a step. A plank of wood groaned as she stepped on it, giving another groan as she stepped off it. She reached out with her hands as she took another couple of steps; a procedure she had decided to take to avoid walking face first into a wall. Her hands touched earth and she let out an annoyed sigh as she moved to turn around. A dead end. Marvellous.
The plank of wood groaned again, and Claire stopped in her tracks, holding her breath. That sounded like a deep groan, so it was big. Whatever that was coming towards her was big and bulky. Then there was a crunch of earth. A few seconds passed, and then another crunch of earth. Claire didn't dare to take a breath, and she took a step to the left, silently pulling herself to the tunnel wall. Hopefully she would be able to evade this strange thing. Another crunch of earth and then the footsteps stopped entirely. There was a small scoff in the darkness; the owner had probably discovered the dead end like she had seconds ago. While they were distracted with the wall, Claire turned to silently go the other way. The sudden rushing of footsteps immediately warned her that she wouldn't get away so easily. Before Claire could hit the floor or hit the speed, an arm had encircled itself around her waist, pulling her back against the warmth of a muscular chest.
Claire opened her mouth to scream, but her attacker had obviously guessed what would happen and closed his hand over her mouth, his glove muffling her screech for help. She bucked and turned in the grip, trying to loosen the arm around her waist. The attacker seemed to know her every move, and when she turned, he would turn too before bringing her back into check. They went through the same procedure over and over; move and block, move and block. Deciding that this was taking too long, he pushed her against the tunnel wall. Claire guessed what was happening and quickly turned her head to the side to avoid breaking her nose. As soon as she was up against the wall, the arms shifted to pin her arms against the wall and he used his brute strength to keep her there. Claire struggled momentarily before becoming still apart from her ragged gasps. This was slightly uncomfortable; having a stranger so close and in these particular circumstances. She could hear him shifting his position and felt warm air tickle her ear, "It's good to see you again ... dear heart." The moment Claire heard that nickname; her panic was back in full force.
