The nightmare that lasted forever

Part three

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Authors note: Thank you to anyone who R&Rs give me you opinion. I had wrote this awhile ago for a magazine fan fiction thing, but just decided to put it here. Please tell me how you like it, if no one seems to, I'll just erase it. Don't worry, I'm not picky. Sorry for the spelling/grammar mistakes there might be. I've messed up on a few things editing it from my old version.

'Shadows are falling all over town
Another night the blues got me down
Oh misery... I sure could use some company

Since he's been gone I ain't been the same
I carry the weight like an ol' ball and chain
Guess it's all meant to be... for love to cause me misery'

That one was featured on Pinks album Missundaztood

*I've had a nice life. If you don't bring up the year of terror I've almost lost everything just trying to stay alive. Now I'm alive, but almost everyone I care for isn't. Friends, people I loved...

Yes, I've had a good life. Good, not long. What now? So I was infected with the T-Veronica virus that makes me turn into this thing. Am I suppose to be afraid of myself now. Very little people were infected with the virus without losing there mind. The same thing that happened to Steve....

Well, as long as I still have my mind, I'm going to do something about it. Maybe I could find some interesting information, if I hack the schools computer. It must be directly linked to Umbrella.*

The shadows were just reflecting upon her face. Small streams of light peeked in the window, and crept along the floor. The day would bring cool breeze's slipping through the window. None of these simple things would offer Claire any happiness. She laid back, on her dorm single bed, and stared up at the roof like she could see through it. Her face was as pale as the white bed sheets.

Her hand gripped on the gun she had by her side. The gun that was once Francisca's depending on Claire, who had lost her own.

Claire's once blue endless eyes, now empty and dull. She was lost in her thoughts, her dreams, and her nightmares. For a moment Claire opened her mouth as if to say something, but then gave up, and just shut her mouth again.

She blinked her eyes, then shut them tight.

The thing Steve feared most was his downfall. And I guess that's happening to me....

There was nothing but silence in the room, as the sun slowly faded behind the edge of the Earth. The light streams retreated leaving only darkness in the room.

Claire slowly sat up, shaking her head softly, then gazing over at the door.

Perfect timing for the school to have a lock down

She thought pessimistically, and reached down for her lock pick she had always kept in her vest. Claire got up, and shuffled over to door. Got on to her knees, and attempted to pick the lock. Hoping for that small 'click' that would inform her that it worked. There was nothing.

-Dang- Claire studied it for a bit.
She was to determined to give up now. Summoning all her strength she back up, and ran full force to ram against the door. The entire doorframe shook, but the door, remained in place.

Breathing hard and rubbing her shoulder, Claire took a step back, preparing for another blow.

One step- she paused in place. There was a sudden surge of pain going through her arm, and spreading through her body. Claire gasped deeply, as she could feel her body expand, into something stronger.

Attempting to escape the pain, she fled to the door, to keep herself standing. Except for just holding on to the door, and soft thunk for her, the door busted open. Pieces of wood littering the floor.

Claire stared in amazement, as the pain disappeared. She blindly barged through the hall, and darted down the stairs. She didn't care if she made noise, she didn't want to be a monster.

Finally reaching the last set of stairs, she slowed her pace. There was the room, she heard the voices before. Carefully checking through the window at the door, the room was empty. She tried the door, locked.

There was a control panel next to it, labeled Umbrella computer nevertheless. Password: Claire pondered. Er- Ashfords. Um- Claire thought of when she was back on the island. T-Veronica Virus Alert. She typed in. The computer flashed a blue, and then retreated into the wall. There was a loud click, and the door had been opened. Her heart pounding in her chest. She took hold of the cold door handle, and pushed it open. The door had a long creek, so she quickly put it back.

The room looked remarkable like Alexia's room back at Rockford island, but something different. Claire approached the bed, and spotted a lab top tipped over, laying on the floor. A file already seemed to be open. She lifted it.

'T-Veronica Virus.....' The computer seemed to be stuck.

Veronica Virus. Claire stared endlessly, and shook her head. She dropped the computer down, back to where it was, and began searching the room. A music box, with the king ant, and the red ant jewels on top.

What is this. Is Alexia Ashford here or what. Claire had to admit she was spooked. Checking everything twice, there was nothing more then the basics. She went over to the desk, shuffling through the papers. But something was different. She came across a gold book, lined with red, blue, and green at the sides. There was nothing imprinted on the front.

Curious. Claire thought to herself, and sat down. The first page was printed with cursive black lettering.

Veronica's diary. Claire's eyes grew wide, as she began flipping through the pages. Veronica, Alexander Ashford's wife. Showing the young Alexia, that labs.

Claire made her way to the very last entry.

Today, I'm afraid to say, I have been updated Alexia to has gotten herself killed. I suppose I should have warned her about the negative effects about the T-Veronica virus. I suppose its also my fault she injected herself in the first place. But the virus will never be as powerful, as it was in the first place. As when I got injected. My family has been taken away from me, from twisted turns of fate. I for one, would like to know how.

I know the HCF organization was involved on working on stealing the least bit of sample of the T-Veronica. I don't believe they have enough. The last ones with the virus flowing through their veins, was I, a boy named Steve Burnside, and a girl named Claire Redfield.

I have already secured the boy alive, and hope to find the girl. They are too valuable to be lost. I also know that Claire Redfield was the one responsible in the Ashford's family downfall. Though physically it was not her, she was a cause that killed Alfred, the monster Alexander, and my girl Alexia.

I have hope to gather their bodies and inject the T-Veronica virus once more, so it will heal them. I have tracked Claire Redfield down to this collage. Still, only a moment ago, I received a message, that her allies, and friends a women named Francisca Akagi, and the remaining member of the S.T.A.R.S. team have been captured.