Disclaimer: I don't own Resident Evil
Thanks for the reviews everybody. I didn't expect people to like my story so much. Anyways, read and enjoy.
After rescuing Steve's lazy butt, Claire left the hallway and went back into the entrance way to leave the island headquarters.
"God," she muttered, "if I run into another whiny-girly boy I'm going to kill myself!"
After walking into the room, she spotted a red dot on her leg. The dot moved up her side until it rested on the center of her forehead. She looked up at the stairs and saw someone standing there.
"Is that a man or a woman?" she thought, too preoccupied to jump out of the way.
She jumped behind a nearby column when she heard a trigger being pulled.
"Thank God I'm faster than a bullet," she panted.
"Dammit!" a feminine British man yelled from the top of the stairs, "I thought I told you I wasn't interested in any cookies!"
"I have no idea what you're babbling about," Claire said.
"Don't lie!" Alfred yelled, "your people have been ragging on me for the past month and I'm sick of it! Honestly, how many girl scouts do I have to kill before they stop sending them here?"
"Huh?" Claire said, "I'm not with the Girl Scouts."
"You don't fool me!" the man yelled as he formed a pose, "I am Alfred Ashford!"
"Oh my God, THE Alfred Ashford!" Claire asked.
Alfred stopped and stared in her direction.
"You-you've heard of me?"
"Oh God yes!" Claire replied, "I am SUCH a big fan of yours! I have been studying you for years. I absolutely LOVE your work! Don't change a thing!"
Alfred turned away and blushed, "Well, I am rather-"
"SUCKER!" Claire yelled as she stood at the front door, "I don't know you!"
Claire opened the door and quickly ran outside.
"Grr! Curse her and her mastery skills!" Alfred yelled as he accidentally shot off his rifle. The sound of glass shattering came from the other room.
"Grr! Now look what she made me do! I swear, on the life of my broken window and undead sister, that girl will pay!"
A/N: Sorry this was so short, but the meeting with Alfred was rather short itself. I always figured Claire was so confused by Alfred's appearance that it caused her to forget about the target on her forehead (seriously, why did she wait so long to move?). Feel free to leave a comment or partake in my new poll on my profile.
