The nightmare that lasted forever

Part four

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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.

'I was always in a fight

'Cause I can't do nothing right

Everyday I fight a war against the mirror

Can't take the person staring back at me

I'm a hazard to myself

Don't let me get me

I'm my own worst enemy'

That one was another featured on Pinks album Missundaztood

Claire felt a sudden turning in her stomach. She gasped deeply for breath. She glanced down at her spare arm. It was growing even paler. Claire felt like crying. She wondered, would any one miss her when she was gone? Would Chris kill her if she turned into her monster body.

In one direction she didn't want to die, in the other, she rather die then become the brainless, timeless monster they had turned Steve into. She shook the tears out of her eyes then gazed back down at the book. Veronica Ashford. The creator of the T-Veronica virus, not Alexia. Infecting her daughter with the same virus that should lead to her fate.

So, Steve, they obviously found him to. Was he alive? Claire had only wished so many times that he would be. Still something was tugging at her soul. She reread the last part, to let it sink in.

'Still, only a moment ago, I received a message, that her allies, and friends a women named Francisca Akagi, and the remaining members of the S.T.A.R.S. team have been captured.'

That's where Francisca went, and her brother! They must have caught her brother, Jill, and Barry.

Its all my fault. Normally I'm the one used for bate, and trust me its a lot easier.

Claire gathered up her thoughts. She slid the book under her arm, and began searching the room again. Nothing was there more then before.

"Why was searching so much easier on Rockfort island." She muttered under her breath, and unplugged the computer.

She watched the screen click black, then returned the power. The Umbrella icon appeared in the back.

'Uploading please hold....' The computer past a few more files.

The screen was clear to the basic lab top.

"Yes." Claire through her hand in the air, then had a pain in her arm still from hitting the door. She brought it back down, rubbing it softly, as she entered the internet.

"Leon's email, I only hope he can get this.... in time." Claire closed her eyes hopefully.

'Dear Leon,

Major problem. Are things alright over there. Please find my brother as soon as possible, and tell him he's in danger. I can't tell you were I am, or where I'm going. I think that Veronica Ashford might be after me for revenge. Anyway, what ever you do, tell the gang to stay out of Crossroads county. I'll take care of it here. Please watch yourself

-Claire.'

Claire reread the letter to herself. Pathetic, but it would have to do, she couldn't think of anything else at the moment.

She sent it out, and erasing any evidence that she did so.

Pleased with herself, she was returning her computer to its usual spot when there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Hello, Mrs. Ashford, something very urgent has come up, regarding the HCF organization." Someone said.

Claire's heart beat fast, as the person filled at the computer lock. She darted her eyes around.

Some where to hide! And quick!

Claire dashed behind the desk. To small. The bed maybe, she buried herself under, hoping that they couldn't see through the darkness.

Finally, whoever was at the door, passed by the lock, and came in. It made Claire gasp in horror. She slid back as far as she could, until touching the wall. There were two figures by the door. One, the principle, Claire recognized, and the other she didn't know the name, but didn't need to find out.

The principle Mr. Cuff(I suck at names, give me a break.) held his arms in the air, shaking. The person behind had blond hair, sunglasses, and a black outfit. HCF imprinted on his outfit. He was holding a hand gun to Mr. Cuff's head.

"Where is she?" The man, Claire's brother knew as Wesker, hissed, pushing the gun, father toward his head.

"I was almost certain she would be here sir. This is Veronica's room." He shook even harder, shutting his eyes tight.

Wesker roughly pushed all the empty papers off the desks, while Mr. Cuff attempting to take a few steps back, while Wesker had his gun down.

Only a meter back, Wesker raised his gun again.

"Where is her hideaway?" Wesker demanded.

Mr. Cuff shook his head, and frowned. "Sir, even if Veronica did have a hideaway, she wouldn't tell me."

Wesker grunted, then turned back to him, aiming the gun at his head.

"So, what's a good reason that I should let you live, you serve no purpose to me, especially as a squealer." Wesker barked, approaching toward him.

Every step Wesker took, Mr. Cuff took back. Mr. Cuff had fear in eyes backing away.

Claire watched in terror, as Mr. Cuff made a run for the door. Wesker on his tail. They were only a foot out the door.

Claire kept backing up, until she knocked the wall causing a 'thunk'. Covering her mouth she hoped that Wesker didn't hear that, but she was out of luck. Wesker faced appeared back in the doorway. He glanced around the room, looking for anything out of the ordinary.

Please don't let him see me.

Claire wished to herself.

His eyes wondered all over the room. "Looks like we have company." His eyes rested on the bed.

With inhuman strength, he walked toward it, and picked it up to the sky.

Then with his strength, he tossed it to the other side of the room, which looked like no effort at all.

Claire sat there leaned back. Her heart was pumping fast, and she was scared to death. This was the last thing she needed. Opening her snapped shut eyes, she was really expecting to be looking down the barrel of his gun. But no, Wesker stood where he was.

From here it looked like he was squinting in his sun glasses to get a better look at who she was.

She stared back at him, this far away look, just waiting for the moment, he would shoot her.

But it never came.

He double took three times, then finally stopped.

"Redfield. There's no way you could have got here." He muttered.

Then took a few steps forward, dragging her up by the corner, so she would face him. Something similar to what he did at Antarctica.

"Wesker." She sneered like her brother always did.

Wesker stared at her for a second more, before looking relaxed, and throwing her back on the ground.

"Tsk tsk tsk. I would have expected better from you young Claire. Picking up habits from your brothers is not good, not good at all. You've been getting a lot of bad habits from him lately." Claire could have swore she saw his eyes turn into angry slits from passed his sunglasses.

"Eas-dropping's a bitch." She muttered under her breath waiting for a strong blow, to some part of her body.

A creepy grin appeared from his lips, as he took to steps closer, and looked down at her.

"Now do I have plains for you." He was grinning evilly with delight.

Claire couldn't stop herself, she was shaking.

"Oh, really. Setting plains for so far in the future. How do you know you'll live that long?" Hissed a female voice from behind them. A black figure appeared from the shadows.

"W-who?" Wesker started, but a vine burst out of the wall, and wrapped him.

He was helpless, and so was she. The figure closed in right in front of her. One word crossed Claire's mind:

Veronica