AN: I know that this is a bit short, but ca la vie. Also I'm not quite sure how the training of Claymores is done, so I'm sure if there is a mistake somewhere. Anyway, enjoy this short chapter!

Clare was running down a corridor which was lit by torches attached to the walls. Her feets were slapping loudly into the floor as she ran past door after door. She didn't really know where she was running, the only thing she had in mind is that away from that Yoma hunting her. Clare wore a white outfit they all got when she arrived with other girls to this facility.

The place was in the mountains, snow covered most of the roofs and ground, while cold wind blew through your hair and made you chill like hell. The facility contained more buildings built next to each other, forming a horseshoe like form. The buildings looked really old. The black-dressed men used this place to train them, make them to Claymores.

But Clare didn't turn a warrior yet, she was here only since a few months, they still learned the basics. She didn't have any Yoma flesh in herself, and neither could she fight. They were in the classroom, when hell broke lose. A few Yomas, which were kept locked away in the training area freed, and began killing everybody in the way. Since there was no actual warrior in the facility at the moment, they had an easy time.

Clare barely managed to escape, and even now one of the Yomas was chasing her. She turned to the left, and continued running on a different corridor. Suddenly the right wall of the corridor changed into only pillars, making a lot of windows into the nature. It was freezing here, but Clare just kept running, almost blinded by the strong storm and snow that flew into her face. But as soon as the coldness came, it went, as once again Clare was running inside the building. She looked behind her, and didn't see the monster chasing her. Did she lose it? Is she lucky enough?

Not far away from her was a wooden door, and she decided it's time to hide. Clare ran to the door, and pushed with all her might. Luckily it wasn't locked, so she managed to open the door and get inside. The room was a storage room with barrels and shelves all lined up to the walls. On the shelves were various tools, and the barrels were filled with cold water, so cold that it's surface was partly frozen up.

Clare turned around and closed the door behind herself. The room plunged into darkness. She stumbled to the other side of the room where the barrels were standing, and hid between them. She sat down on the floor, and hugged her knees. She buried her face into her legs. So she sat for minutes which seemed hours. There was utter silence except her breathing.

Suddenly the door bursted open, and the room was lit up once again. A Yoma, the one which chased Clare before, was standing in the doorway. A big grin was on it's face while looking around in the room.

"I can smell you girl!" the Yoma yelled while creeping closer and closer to Clare- "I can smell your delicious guts, yumm!"

Clare closed her eyes tight, when the barrels around her exploded, and made her soggy to the bones. The Yoma destroyed the barrels between itself and Clare, and now was standing high above her with a hungry grin on it's face, savoring the moment before the girl's death. It liked the fear in it's prey's eyes.

"And now I'll eat your guts, girl." the Yoma said and reached down to grab Clare. He held her high up in the air, then threw heavily back on the ground. He kneeled down in front of her, saliva dripping from his open mouth.

"How problematic little girl you are." spoke a female voice from behind the Yoma. Both of them looked back, and a woman was standing there with a black coat and yellow-tinted glasses.

"Wha-?" wanted to ask the Yoma, but suddenly he was cut in half. Literally. Seras hand easily went through his body, and the Yoma fell to the ground. Both Seras and Clare were peppered by it's blood. But unlike Clare, Seras's clothes cleaned themselves immediately. Seras crouched down in front of Clare, now their faces were in the same height. Clare stared wide-eyed into those yellow glasses, she couldn't see Seras's real eyes.

"Don't lose this kid." said finally Seras as she pulled out the necklace that Clare wore when they first met. "It's the only way I can find you."

"O...Okay." was all Clare could say, while she took the medal from Seras with shaking hands.

"It looks like people are coming this way. They probably tracked the Yoma." smiled at Clare, and stood up. Seras walked to the wall, then turned her head a bit to Clare. "See you next time kid. And get stronger!" with that Seras walked into the wall, and disappeared!

Clare was just sitting on the floor when the guards bursted into the room.