Resident Evil
End of the Line
I do not own any of the characters in this story, except the ones that I make up. All other characters are owned by Capcom.
This story takes place a month after the events in Code Veronica. Sorry about the lack of detail, but I'm pretty new to this. Let me know what you think.
Chapter 2
Claire worked her way through the air duct. The whole idea of sneaking around scared the shit out of her. She didn't mind plain out attacking Umbrella, but sneaking around? It wasn't exactly her style. Actually, if it were up to her she wouldn't even be doing this.
"Steve..." She whispered aloud, involuntarily. Steve Burnside, the boy she had met after being abducted and sent away to that island. The boy who had been used as a guinea pig by Alexia. The boy who died in her arms...
I'm glad I was able to meet you. I... I love you... Claire... His last words still rang in her head. If only she had been able to save him, then perhaps she wouldn't have to do this. But there was nothing she could do... nothing.
She fought back the tears as she noticed she was coming toward the end of the duct. Backing up a bit, she moved so she could get her feet in front of her. Kicking the cover off, she was surprised at how dark it had gotten. It was already sunset, meaning they had been in the building for nearly an hour.
As she crawled out, she took a deep breath. The fresh air of the European mountainside was something completely different to what she was used to.
"Are you going to move, or do you expect me to just sit here?" The voice of Jill Valentine came from inside the duct. Claire had almost forgotten she was behind her.
Moving to the side, Claire smiled. "Sorry." Watching Jill slip out, she felt something uneasy in the pit of her stomach. Something wrong...
"What's wrong? Are you feeling sick?" Jill asked, moving toward her.
"Chris..." Claire trailed off. She looked around, nearly pushing Jill away. "He's been in there to long. Why isn't he here?"
"Relax. He's just taking care of those guards back there. He knows what he's doing." She smiled. "Your brother's one resourceful individual."
Nodding, Claire slowly dropped her hand toward her holstered handgun. Even though she trusted Jill, there was still something wrong. She just couldn't put her finger on it.
"We better get back to Barry." Jill grabbed Claire's shoulder starting off. "It may've been a bust today, but there's always tomorrow." She paused. "Come on."
"Fine..."Claire started, turning toward Jill.
Suddenly, a faint noise passed by them. If it weren't already dead quiet, she may have missed it.
"What's wrong now? Come on, let's get the hell out of here!" Jill said, a bit more impatiently.
Claire stood still, her eyes wide in horror. She knew the sound all to well. The footsteps flat and slow. As if stalking it's prey. Her breath slowed, and for the first time she realized just how cold it was.
"Claire...?" Jill walked toward her. "Are you OK?"
Claire could only mutter one word, softly and barely audible. "Run."
Grabbing on to Jill's arm she started off. It was all too familiar. The same thing that had happened all those months ago in Raccoon City. When the Tyrant had been following her and young Sherry all through the police precinct. But now it was here, and without the G-Virus.
"Claire!" Jill managed to scream while be dragged off. "We're going in the wrong direction!"
She cold barely hear the other woman, he fear slowly creeping up her. How could it be alive. She had killed it, watched it die. How the hell could it be alive!
Unless... it was a different Tyrant. Could Umbrella actually have an army of Tyrants? Just the thought of it was too much.
She stopped, nearly running into a fence. Her only exit, blocked off. She looked up, the top covered in barbed wire, nearly ten feet tall. There was no way they could climb it...
A gasp came behind her, from Jill.
Behind them, about twenty feet away, was the Tyrant. The very same Tyrant, trenchcoat and all. And it was coming toward them, gaining.
"Claire? Let's move." Jill said, running past Claire. "Claire?" She looked at the younger girl, frozen. She had dropped her gun.
"Claire!"
To be continued...