The Real Thing – An Resident Evil WESKLAIRE (Albert Wesker and Claire Redfield) HOT AND BOTHERED PWP FANFICTION
Subtitles:
|Lyrics|
-Dialogue-
"Thoughts"
Chapter I – Falling to pieces.
| Back and forth, I sway with the wind
Resolution slips away again
Right through my fingers, back into my heart
Where it's out of reach and it's in the dark|
"Breathe in, breathe out...in and out ..."
Mentally, Claire repeated to herself like a mantra, trying to calm down. Everything was silent now, except for her mind. Images of the horror show she saw downstairs a few hours ago in the lab, still flooded her mind. Everything she saw was now carved in her memory. Unnamable, unspeakable, inhuman, things no one should ever fathom in this God forsaken world. Images that made her so sick, that she had to hold an urge to puke again; that made her so utterly sad, that the tears simply just kept oozing from her already puffy eyes. Images that made her so sooo angry, that her already damaged knuckles (from all the destruction she caused to the labs), were now white from force she was applying to her fist, starting to bleed again. Trying to hold on her urge to break and blow the entire place out of pure rage, she threw herself onto bed holding her pillows, hiding her face.
-Sick twisted fucking bastard!- she shouted out loud, to herself and to the walls against the soft pillow, in an almost scream as she kept recalling the events that took place early that morning:
-/-
Bored to death, after Wesker left the cottage for one of his usual "meetings", Claire broke into his lab, to try figure out what bizarre things he kept hiding downstairs. It was no easy task to get past the sick white doors to the lab, but she survived Raccoon, nothing seemed impossible anymore, it would be nothing to trespass Wesker's house lab. Claire had the time, the will power and she was stubborn just as any Redfield should. After losing her patience, she literally broke in once she found a way to melt the access device. She granted herself access to the compound, a piece of complex like the ones back in Raccoon City: excessive lighting, cold white walls and the chemical scent of hospital: disinfectant, detergent and bleach. A few overly lightened flights of stairs, took her to the center of the installation. A pale large room at the far left caught her attention. She couldn't tell why, maybe it was sixth sense or something of sort, since the room seemed empty (but for a shelf with chemical apparatus and a desk with a computer and some notes). Something seemed off. A strange feeling in her gut, the air on the room seemed thicker, tense even. What kind of trick that bastard was playing on her? A closer scrutiny soon revealed a bunch of round/circular marks on the floor at the whole extension of the room.
"Strange..."
Taking a look around the room, she went for the desk, and as she wondered trying to understand the few scattered notes, Claire leaned against a wall and accidentally she pressed something, a panel like a tablet fixated on the wall. She touched it and heard the metallic mechanical voice, void of any humanity, announce "Subject #17".
| Sometimes I think I'm blind
Or I may be just paralyzed |
Claire knew Wesker was no saint, and often she could hear many strange noises (scratching, passing, even some kind/sort of snoring), especially at night, coming from underneath the main floor. She guessed it was some of his living experiments, and it always unsettled her. But she wasn't naïve; she knew that scientists needed living things to experiment on. She just always hoped that those "living things" weren't human beings and the animals kept there, were at least treated properly. But what she saw, as the ground marks moved to give form to a clear glass cage, was horrorsome and she couldn't keep herself from screaming:
-Ah! A Monster!-
| Because the plot thickens every day
and the pieces of my puzzle keep crumbling away
But I know, there's a picture beneath|
She felt dizzy and her vision almost faded, before the abomination, a distorted remain of what was once human, with tendrils, appendages and internal organs exposed, but that was not the worst, no! The eye, the big yellow sad eye and the sad excuse for a hand that touched the glass that was the worst; she could feel the pain it was enduring, all that pain. Claire accidentally banged her back on the wall, as she never even felt she was retreating, then by sole cruelty of fate, she opened everything to clear view, every ground mark became clear glass and with it more and more creatures of nightmare were shown, the sick circus of unholy infection, of all that was undead, profane, distorted and bizarre. Some were sad, some sick, some violent, feeding or mating in a menagerie or horrors unnamable. But the worse was the sick silence; she could only hear her own vacillating breath, her beating heart. Although she could see how agitated the creatures were, no sound could be heard from them because of the soundproof glass ... She touched one of the cages, expecting to feel something, anything; to be sure she was awake. It took her some time to gather the courage to explore the place. Claire took the tablet from the wall e started to walk around the room. The device now listed and showed every specimen and all the details about them, just as DoB, gender, blood type, origins, also all the atrocities that were done to them. She kept wandering and absorbing everything that they have suffered. People from all over the world, all ages... Suddenly, a name on the list stood out...
"Burnside, Steve."
| Indecisions clouds my vision
No one listens.|
-Cage 08- instructed the file. Time passed before she grew the nerve to check it. On shaking legs, she steadied herself and looked for the cage Steve's body was supposed to be.
-Empty- she muttered to herself, starting to cry, more and more tears kept coming.
| Because I'm somewhere in between
My love and my agony
You see, I'm somewhere in between
My life is falling to pieces.
Somebody put me together.|
-I am so sorry, Steve... so..sorry...- she cried and fell to the ground, slipping her back by the cage, and once she settled herself into a sitting position, she hugged herself through her knees, to hide her face and the tears . The place was so freaking silent, and still, she could hear her own cry. She felt terrible, Steve's final moments kept playing in her head, and she felt like she was losing her breath, hyperventilating... she felt she was going to pass out. And for the coup the grace, a video file with Steve's demise began to play on a big glass of its supposed cage. Scared, Claire used the cage for support, and got up. She saw every nasty thing it was done to him, every sordid detail of his suffering while on that cage made of glass, and after an endless world of pain, the disposal of the body, a purge command, rapid disintegration. It was too much and in a state of chock, she started to puke. She felt her senses leave on a merciful blur.
|Laying face down on the ground
My fingers in my ears to block the sound
My eyes shut tight to avoid the sight
Anticipating the end, losing the will to fight|
When she woke up, Claire still felt dizzy, and the cold floor still kissing her face. She slowly stood. The mutated ghouls worthy of a Dantesque design were still there. It was not her usual nightmares. It was reality. The monsters became more agitated, as if her presence and her mood were affecting them. Some of them started to scream, she could feel the vibration, and bang violently against the cage they were on, and it was then that Claire got out of her shock state.
Trying to clean up her face, with an angry pace, she searched through the lab, trying to find the purging device. As the video showed, a small device that seemed like a remote control.
Even enraged, sad, and hopeless, she would put an end to all the suffering that took place at that basement.
When she could find none, she started to scream like a mad person. Her shaking voice echoed through the empty halls. How could she put an end to this? All of this? All of this cruelty and this madness, destroying the humanity and the world? She was sharing a house with the enemy; she was living and getting comfortable with her nemesis. How could she? HOW COULD SHE?
| Droplets of "yes" and "no"
In an ocean of "maybe"|
Walking by the labs, still trying to compose herself and to find a solution to the suffering of those beasts, she entered Wesker's office. The room smelled like him, felt like him and even looked like him: cold white walls, all neat and impersonal, smelling like expensive cologne and leather. Nothing out of place, nothing at arms reach, just like him.
She felt bile coming to her throat, again that urge to puke. Out of pure madness, she started to break everything:
His computer was thrown away;
-FUCK THIS DAMN COMPUTER!-
All the papers she found, she tore them apart;
- FUCK THESE DAMN PAPERS!-
She kicked his chair until it broke into pieces;
-FUCK THIS DAMN CHAIR!-
And using the remains of that chair, a large and not so heavy piece of metal that used to be the chair's leg, she broke what was left of the room: the glass of his window , his desk, his frames, his tools, everything...
- AND FUCK THIS GODDAMN OFFICE, WESKER!-
Out of breath and still enraged, Claire scanned all the destruction she made. She was now trying to breath properly, to control her nerves. As she started to recompose, she felt a tingling and burning sensation on her fingers. As she lowered her gaze to look at them, she realized they were bleeding. "Potential Biohazard detected. Cleaning process started"- the mechanical voice stated. A cleansing shower started on the room, washing her over. "Oh, this is just great" – she thought to herself. She must have hurt herself during her rage rampant. As she examined the wound, her eyes caught a glimpse of something amid the debris. The purging device! It must have been inside something she broke. Without thinking twice, she took hold of the little controller and went back to the torture chamber.
Claire took one last look at each one of them:
- I'm sorry … I'm so so sorry! ...You may rest in peace now…-
With a heavy hearth, full of pity and grief and she activated it, and watched as the distorted faces were engulfed in a moment by hellfire, like the mouth of the pit, and the room was invaded by a flash. Claire was sure that if the monsters screams could be heard, she would probably go mad forever.
In an instant, everything was ashes. The complex device started a "cleaning process", in seconds everything was erased from existence. All that remained was the clean emptiness of the cages.
Taking hold of the tablet, she memorized every experiment. Wesker would pay for every single one of them. She tried to erase all the data from it, but couldn't figure the code to do so. So she just broke the object, leaving the rubble scattered on the floor.
Leaving the lab behind, she went back to the house, to clean herself.
| From the bottom, it looks like a steep incline
From the top, another downhill slope of mine
But I know the equilibrium's there. |
She took a warm shower, and just couldn't stop crying. Too much was going inside her head. Everything that has happened since the premature death of her parents, since the nightmare in Raccon City, everything on Rockfort Island and Antarctica, Harvardville... Everything she knew about Umbrella, about Wesker, and everything that ever happened to herself, to their friends and to the whole world, because of the greedy of mankind. She thought about everything that happened to Chris, oh how she missed her brother! She thought about all the people that have died, and that have lost someone to this kind of horror. She thought about Steve…
-Oh, Steve…- she whispered to herself, remembering all those horrible things he suffered once Wesker took hold of him.
What would she do? What could she do? She felt so betrayed, by Wesker, sure, but mostly by herself. She was just starting to get used to him, to get fond of him, to see a different side of him, to seek his company, to try to know him better; she was just starting to feel close to him. She had even dreamt about him a few times. How could she?
| Indecisions clouds my vision
No one listens
Because I'm somewhere in between
My love and my agony |
Feeling drained and void of any will power, she quickly changed into a feminine/tomboy black boxer shorts and a white tank top. She couldn't care less about what she was wearing right now.
Holding her fist, they started to bleed again. Trying to hold on her urge to break and blow the entire place out of pure rage, she threw herself onto the bed that she was just starting to feel like her own.
-SICK TWISTED FUCKING BASTARD!-
She would put an end to this once and for all, once Wesker got back home.
"Enough playing housewife of the Devil!"
Then exhausted, she cried herself to a dreamless sleep.
-/-
Once Wesker stepped inside the cottage, he could tell something was off. Something felt off. With the same pacing as usual, just a like panther, the figure all clad in black, wandered around the living room. His catlike eyes scanned the area. Nothing seemed out of place. Taking a deep breath, electricity was in the air, the bittersweet smell reached his nostrils.
"Blood?"
Something was off indeed. Reaching for the lab doors he figured it all out. Red flared through his lenses, his demon eyes now glowing with rage.
"What have you done, Redfield?"
And with an angry pacing, he entered the lab...
AN: Well well, First chapter it's done. Hope you guys like it. Sorry again for my poor writing. English isn't my motherlanguage, brazilian portuguese is. See you all next chapter, when the "action" will finally be set into motion. Xo Xo, Mandy Boo/ Sofistinha/ Amanda Del Duque.
I want to thank everyone that's giving me chance.
And also add some info: For those who may think that Claire has overreacted here, have in mind that it wasn't just about the experiments, nor Steve's demise. That was just Claire's breaking point. As I told you guys back at the Author's really long note, she's been stressed, lonely, confused... there's a lot going on here. She's infected, away from her loved ones, trying her hardest not to fall for the enemy and so on. Hope it makes sense that she has lost her mind over there.
The subtle cleaning process started when she bled, cuz she's infected. Hope it was evident too.