A/N: For the record, Weasel, this isn't a love triangle. There are more pairing combinations than just the three of them... *Cough K-Mart and Ada Cough*
"Before you say anything, just... let me explain. Alright?" Alice held up both hands, trying to keep the situation as neutral as possible. The T-Virus is a touchy subject to begin with, and what she was about to reveal was hard for even HER to understand.
"Go on..." Claire's grip on the steering wheel tightened, but otherwise she continued to listen.
"Unlike how you'd expect, I wasn't bitten. I was injected with the Virus by Umbrella when they betrayed me while I was head of security at one of their labs. The lab had an incident with the supercomputer inside, and the Virus was released, turning all the staff to zombies." Alice began explaining her story, her head down with her gaze in her lap.
"Let me guess... you were a survivor, so they captured you and injected you, right?" Claire asked, pretty close to the point.
"Yes, I knew the truth, so they thought they could just eliminate me by turning me into one of their pets... But it didn't work the way they'd planned." Alice nodded. "I started developing my Telekinesis, and my body began to accept the Virus. It bonded to my DNA, and now it fuels my body with superhuman strength, endurance, and agility. I'm a super soldier, basically."
"So Umbrella used that to their advantage, they used you, didn't they?" K-Mart was beginning to piece together the chain of events thus far, and to her, Alice seemed like a comic book superhero, gaining her powers from a terrible experiment gone wrong.
"They did, yes. But I managed to escape, with the help of a cop, an Umbrella hired mercenary, a gangster, and a young girl. They were my group I was leading out of Raccoon City, they later helped me escape from a lab in Detroit, and from that point, we parted ways. That was a week after Raccoon City, from that point onwards, I developed my powers on my own, and learned my weaknesses along the way... One of which... is sex." Alice sighed, and Black Rock Shooter's head dropped onto her shoulder, regarding Alice with a shrewd stare.
"What happened to me... that was a side effect, correct?"
"Yeah, I... can't explain it very well, but I gain my strength from three sources: Adrenaline, so whenever I fight... Blood, yes, literal blood. If I ingest it, I get a huge rush of energy, like an electric shock... and the last, sex. For some reason, whenever I get sexually aroused, I start sapping the strength from my partner, just through skin contact. It happened only once before you..." Alice's gaze turned to Black Rock Shooter before continuing with her explanation. "But she died, she didn't listen to me when I said I wanted to let her rest... so she literally fucked herself to death."
"So you mean to tell me, if I hadn't woken up... you'd have potentially killed me?" Black Rock Shooter glared at Alice, who nodded once.
"From my experience, the effects seem to last a few hours, at most... depending on how many times... or how much, sex I have. One or two times, like us... you'll be fine again by lunch..." Alice hung her head in shame.
"And what if you're the one receiving?" Claire suddenly asked, "I mean, if you do it, then the partner is weakened... by if it's done to you..."
"I don't know." Alice shook her head. "Only one way to find out... Either of you two willing to test that theory?" Her usual smirk returned to her face, but Black Rock Shooter's hand suddenly grabbed the edge of her duster's sleeve. "Don't think so, kiddo. You're the reason we're even having this conversation in the first place."
"I know that, I was about to fall over, so I grabbed your sleeve for balance." Black Rock Shooter gave her a reproachful look. "I doubt I could get you going in the first place; I'm not very confident in bed, as you're probably aware."
"Oh? Your Mistress never called you to her side in the middle of the night, looking for some... company?" K-Mart suddenly teased Black Rock Shooter, who - unable to threaten her with a knife to the neck - went bright red in the face with shocked embarrassment.
"K-Mart! Too far!" Claire barked at the young teen, but Black Rock Shooter made a small sound as she shook her head.
"She... actually did... Several times, in fact." Black Rock Shooter stammered. "She's just... like Alice, very confident in her sexual skills, and I wasn't... since she was the only partner I'd had at the time, being her bodyguard and all."
"Why am I getting a strange feeling she was also into BDSM?" Alice decided to tease Black Rock Shooter, just for the hell of it.
"What's BD...SM?" Black Rock Shooter asked with genuine ignorance.
"Bondage, Domination, Sadism, and Masochism." Alice replied. "Whips, chains, and pain. Did she ever pin your arms while she pleasured you? Handcuffs? Did she bite you? Hot wax? Stuff like that?"
"No, none of that... She was just... more confident in her abilities, and I wasn't." Black Rock Shooter's lips tightened as she thought hard for a moment. "But she did have a fetish..."
"Do you mind sharing it with us?" Claire asked gently, both curious and concerned with how personal this was getting, even if Mato was dead. These seemed like private moments between Black Rock Shooter and her Mistress, away from Mato's parents knowledge.
"She... liked to c-cosplay..." Black Rock Shooter blushed a little again, but said nothing in explanation as to what she'd meant by 'cosplay' - let alone the definition of the word.
"What's that?" K-Mart asked, confused by the new word.
"Dressing up. You put on costumes and outfits. Not exclusively a sexual concept, but it sounds like she enjoyed the fantasy of the characters, instead of just being the two of you, right?" Alice explained to K-Mart before asking Black Rock Shooter gently, knowing that Black Rock Shooter had been incredibly loyal to her Mistress.
"Y-yeah." Black Rock Shooter replied before yawning slightly. Weakened or not, she was tired after Alice's assault to her body and the news that Alice carried the T-Virus was giving her a headache. "If you three don't mind, I'm going to sleep for a bit."
"Hands to yourself, Alice." Claire teased as she caught sight of Alice extending her hand to help Black Rock Shooter. "I'm watching you two."
"No, no, it's fine Claire. I can tell Alice was just trying to help me." Black Rock Shooter smirked as she gave Alice a nod. "But if you DO try anything, I WILL slap you."
An hour and a half later, Alice did indeed try something. With a cheeky grin plastered to her face, she slid her hand up Black Rock Shooter's smooth bare leg, slowly inching her way towards her belt when, with a resounding smack, Black Rock Shooter's hand flashed through the air and got Alice straight in the face.
K-Mart and Claire instantly began laughing, Alice's bright red cheek only heightening the amused expression on Black Rock Shooter's face, even though she hadn't opened her eyes to slap Alice anyway.
"Did you really think I was joking? Next time, I'll actually aim." Black Rock Shooter smirked as she shifted her shoulders into a more comfortable position.
"I gotta admit... nice shot, kiddo." Alice smiled as she gingerly rubbed her stinging cheek.
Black Rock Shooter smirked, but said nothing else for the rest of the drive. By the time Claire pulled the Hummer to a stop near a small gas station, Black Rock Shooter was laying across the back seat, her head nestled in Alice's lap.
Alice was trying her best not to get worked up with the placement of Black Rock Shooter's head. A bead of sweat slid down her forehead as she fought with her internal struggle. The Virus DEMANDED satisfaction, one way or another... and since one way in particular was LITERALLY laying right in her lap, it was taking every single ounce of Alice's self-restraint not to grab Black Rock Shooter's head and shove her face into her own, sating her raging lust...
"Yo, wake up." Claire reached back to touch Black Rock Shooter's face, but she instantly grabbed Claire's wrist with a look of utter fury on her face. "Hey! What the hell?!"
"I can feel it... SHE is here." Black Rock Shooter's face was contorted with rage as she quickly sat up (Much to Alice's relief) and kicked the Hummer door open, grabbing her katana as she got out.
"Who!? What are you getting so worked up about?!" Claire called after her, grabbing her M4 as she also got out of the Hummer. "Get back here and talk to me!"
Black Rock Shooter's katana wasn't attached to her belt as usual, so she drew the blade in one hand, keeping the sheath firmly gripped in her other as she approached the gas station with long angry strides.
Claire kept calling for her to stop, but she ignored the calls. SHE always fired first... and Black Rock Shooter's previous encounters with the bitch rarely ended well...
With a sudden slash in mid air, Black Rock Shooter locked on to her target, striding even faster as something fell to the concrete at her feet, and Claire realized she had deflected it with her blade...
It was a crossbow bolt.
Screaming something in Japanese, Black Rock Shooter deflected another bolt, which Claire realized were coming from inside the gas station itself. Judging by the way Black Rock Shooter was deflecting the bolts, she had previous dealings with the person firing them.
"ADA WONG! ENOUGH WITH THE GAMES! FACE MY BLADE, YOU COWARD!"
Black Rock Shooter switched back to English, deflecting another bolt with her katana as Claire spotted a flicker of movement inside the shadowy station. It appeared to be someone wearing a bright red shirt...
"Oh? Looks like the little Ronin has a new Mistress..." A woman's voice taunted from inside the gas station, and Claire realized what was about to happen...
With a flying tackle, Alice suddenly brought Claire to the ground as a bolt flew straight for her head. Black Rock Shooter took a step forward, her expression utterly livid as she dropped her katana's sheath and reached under her arm for her M1911a1. She whipped it out and aimed it towards the woman, Ada Wong.
"I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!"
She fired all eight rounds in rapid succession, but no grunt or scream from Ada reached their ears. Instead, the sound of her laughing caught their attention.
"A gun? Are you joking with me, Kitten? I thought you were a traditionalist?!"
"GET OUT HERE AND I'LL SLICE YOU INTO FUCKING RIBBONS, YOU WHORE!" Black Rock Shooter screamed, clicking the trigger twice when she remembered the gun was empty. She slid a new magazine from her shoulder holster and reloaded the gun, ready to aim it back towards Ada when Alice suddenly came up right behind her.
Taking Black Rock Shooter by surprise, Alice molded her body against Black Rock Shooter's back, sliding her fingers along the young samurai's wrists and applying pressure to the right spots, forcing her to drop both her weapons as Alice swooped her head down and silenced her screams with a kiss, her tongue dancing violently inside her mouth.
Without even a second to comprehend the situation, Black Rock Shooter instinctively matched the familiar shape of Alice's body with her own, moaning as her oldest partner's tongue met hers in a passionate dance. She didn't realize that Alice also happened to have her in a nearly impossible hold to escape from, considering the advantage of surprise and... distraction she'd had.
Claire, however, aimed her assault rifle at the slowly rising figure inside the gas station, who stepped over the edge of the shattered window, entering their sight for the first time.
Ada Wong regarded the provocative display before her eyes with a smirk. She'd always known Black Rock Shooter was a lesbian, but to see her so easily defeated, THIS was a real treat.
"Hold it right there. Don't even think about moving." Claire barked as Ada noticed the rifle aimed at her head. Ada tore her eyes away from her defeated foe and gave Claire an amused smirk.
"I take it she's enjoying that." Ada joked, indicating Black Rock Shooter and Alice with a glance. "Never thought of making her submit SEXUALLY... I would gladly applaud you for that, but you'd obviously shoot me."
"No. She's being distracted." Claire admitted, having given Alice the quick order 'distract her, quickly!' when they were on the ground after Alice's tackle. "Who are you, and for the love of God, what the fuck did you do to piss her off that badly?!"
"We go way back, Kitten and I... All the way back to Japan, in fact." Ada admitted, casually crossing her arms and shifting her weight from one foot to the other. "You see... I was given the job - numerous times, I might add - to eliminate the heir to a certain Yakuza syndicate; a certain... Mato Kuroi." Ada explained, her voice a low purr. "Kitten just so happened to have stopped my attempts, without fail. When the outbreak struck, I was already here in the States, doing another job for a rival corporation to Umbrella. Didn't even cross my mind at the time that Kitten, nor Kuroi were even alive."
"You keep referring to her as Kitten... why?" Claire hissed, not unlike a feline herself. There was no doubt in her mind that Kitten was an insulting nickname for Black Rock Shooter.
"She never told you that story? Well, it's quite simple: Back in Japan, she was known as Kuro Neko, which translates to Black Cat. Most of the underworld knew her name and methods, fearing her... But I didn't, and still don't. So, one night, under orders to kill Kuroi, I snuck into their residence, crept into their shared room, and she woke up, obviously. But when she moved into the light from the moon outside, I didn't fail to notice she was - for whatever reason - wearing a black headband on her head, with a pair of cat ears on it. So, tauntingly, I called her Kitten as I made my escape. Satisfied, Mistress?" Ada finished retelling her story, giving Claire a disinterested frown.
"Black Cat, huh? Well, Ada, once she breaks free from Alice, I won't be stopping her this time. Not after you tried to shoot at me with your crossbow. Is that understood? Also, you're being covered by two snipers, plus myself. Don't even think about running." Claire indicated the form of Chase - on top of his tanker - and Otto - who was standing in front of the school bus - both armed with sniper rifles, aiming at Ada.
"It was never my intention to run." Ada replied, not moving from her pointedly sassy pose. "So let the little Kitten loose, see if she really has the claws she claims to have."
A/N: Sassy Ada is sassy!