Author's Note:
Thanks goes to (In Order of Appearance for all chapters so far): random echo, Claire Burnside267, a reader, diddly day, Zil, Tasha Burnside, Umbrella-Experiment, Parasite Lin, Biohazard 101, Cand, Queen Kristina, Apokruphos, Redfield 99, Yumi Konoe, Chandler01, Lyger, Chicky Tifa, D-2Artemis, Shin, Simon552, Jimbo Jones, claire3407, Squall Leonhart, Mayaku, President Evil, ashford2ashford, The Elvish Vampire Seira, Felicia, Mayumi-H, Mossberg, Serena, Dragonchan, Lily, Reazher, Wesker, iMac722, and Diamond Angel!
Thanks goes to reviewers of Chapter Twenty: Serena, Lyger, Redfield 99, Mayaku, Claire Burnside267, Biohazard 101, random echo, diddly day, Reazher, Mossberg, Mayumi-H, Dragonchan, The Elvish Vampire Seira, Wesker, iMac722, and Diamond Angel!
Oh yeah, the Resident Evil Remake was a truly amazing game...
On with yet another chapter...
-Even Fond Memories Can Come Back To Haunt You.... -
-By Brian Marcelo-
-brianmarcelo@hotmail.com-
Rated R.
-Something's Not Quite Right...-
-Chapter Twenty-One-
-...-
Claire Redfield couldn't believe the sight before her...even though she had been lead to believe she was in Hell, what lay before her was something out of Heaven.
"Steve...? How can you be here...?" she asked in awe, as she looked him over. To her surprise, he looked exactly like how he did when they were on Rockfort and Antarctica together, right down to the prison collar and blood tattered jacket he wore. It was as if he hadn't changed at all...
Steve smirked. "Didn't your mom ever tell you not to question a good thing?"
Claire blinked in surprise at his casual response, slowly remembering that in fact her mom had told her that as a child...
"But when we were trying to save you from Wesker...then I got hurt...then you were there...how can you be here now...is there anyone else here...?" she managed to sputter out, hoping to get a better response.
Steve merely scratched the back of his head as he looked at her, his expression that of pure confusion.
"Never mind Steve...I'm just happy to see that you're okay..." Claire said with a smile, putting her arms around Steve in a warm embrace, "I missed you..."
"Me too." he replied sheepishly, as he returned the embrace.
-Paris Hospital-
"So this is the Redfield girl, right?" asked the mortician, as she examined the clipboard, "They just keep dying younger and younger..."
"Tragic, eh?" replied the person who carted the body inside, "She died by large wounds caused by a knife...guess she must've been in one of those gangs..."
"Sigh, today's youth...all high up on angst and drugs...it's depressing I tell ya...just depressing." remarked the mortician, as she pulled off the white sheet covering the body to examine it. She gasped in surprise as she looked over the somewhat pale body of Claire Redfield.
"Are you sure she died from large wounds...?" stuttered the mortician, as she took off her glasses and rubbed them on her shirt.
"Yeah..." replied the person, who was apparently a male nurse, "The wounds were so large that they had been unable to do anything whatsoever as a matter of fact...why do you ask?"
"Well...if you took a look for yourself, you'd notice that there are no wounds on the body at all...I don't even see any scars or anything where the wounds should be...." said the bewildered mortician, as she put her glasses back on, "It's as if they just disappeared or healed over..."
-...-
"Steve? Do you smell that?" asked Claire as she coughed a little bit.
"Smell what?" replied Steve, as he turned around to face her, a cigarette dangling from the side of his mouth, "I don't smell anything..."
Claire blinked in surprise as she grabbed Steve by the arm. "Since when did you start smoking...?"
Steve shrugged her hand off his arm as he took a long drag on the cigarette. "What's the big deal Claire? It's not like I'll die from it."
She backed away from Steve a little bit as he said that, remembering that Chris had said that exact same thing when he first started taking up smoking; thankfully, Claire had managed to get him to quit smoking before he had gone off to Raccoon City...
-Ruins of Umbrella HQ-
"Chris...how good it is to see you again. Tell me...how is your sister?" Wesker said with a devious smirk on his face.
"She's dead..." replied Chris coldly, as he took out his Glock 17, "You'll pay for that you bastard..."
"Touchy touchy, aren't we Chris?" remarked Wesker, as his body reverted to his T-Veronica form in a burst of intense flame, "Do you really think you and your friends can defeat me...?"
Despite the fact that the group finally met up with Wesker again, Leon was in complete shock after seeing the figure next to Wesker; it was the closest thing to a ghost that he had ever seen.
"Ada...?" Leon said loudly, "How...how can you be alive...?"
Ada, who had been gazing longingly at Leon, stayed quiet, not knowing what to say.
"Love struck Mr. Kennedy...heh...Ada was brought back the same way I was...you could say she's not quite the same person you met before..." commented Wesker, as he turned his attention away from Chris and the others and focused solely on Leon.
"Ada...please...don't fight alongside Wesker! He's pure evil...Ada...please think about what you're doing!" Leon cried out frantically, his mind going miles a second. He couldn't believe that Ada was back...she was actually back, still looking the same despite all those months apart.
'Leon...' Ada thought to herself, as she felt her iron will dissolve thanks to his voice. She hadn't heard his strong, confident cop voice in so long that it had her thinking about what she was doing.
"You know Chris...I bet Claire must be lonely in Hell...perhaps you'd like to join her...?" Wesker said menacingly, as he set the combat knife he was holding on fire, "Or maybe...Jill would like to say hello to your sister...?"
-...-
"Where are we supposed to go?" Steve asked, as he flicked the cigarette out of his mouth, "You've been to Raccoon City before, right? Shouldn't you know the way?"
"Right...so I just know where to go...since this should be Raccoon City..." Claire said, unsure of herself. Everything seemed so unreal to Claire, as if this was one big dream that she couldn't really do much about. First there was nothing but darkness, then she had appeared in Raccoon City as if it were a big flashback. Not to mention the fact that a Mr. X had grabbed her by the throat and proceeded to mention that she was in Hell.
'This couldn't be Raccoon City...it was destroyed thanks to that nuclear warhead...and unless this is some kind of mind game by Umbrella or Wesker...then this really is...Hell...?' she thought to herself, as she shivered slightly.
"That's the police station, right?" Steve commented, as he pointed to the sign with one of his Golden Lugers, "Maybe inside the police station there's a way out of this crazy place?"
Claire looked at Steve as he talked, noticing that his mannerisms and the way he moved just seemed so...out of character. It was as if he was a completely different person to her now.
"R-right...let's get inside..." replied Claire, as she led the way into the Raccoon City Police Station.
-Eiffel Tower-
Alexia Ashford tilted her head upwards as she took in the sight of the Eiffel Tower. Seeing as how she had lived a very short life of only ten years, with the other fifteen spent in cryogenic freezing, buildings such as the Eiffel Tower was something that truly amazed her.
"Mm..." she murmured slightly, as she took in the vastness of the huge structure, absently wondering how such a thing could be built.
Alexia smirked as she continued towards the tower's elevator, thinking over her plan in head. Seeing as how the tower was easily one of the tallest structures in Paris, it would be very easy for her to use it as a sort of base, as well as a central point where the 'cleansing' could begin.
'Yes,' Alexia thought smugly, 'Soon the people of France will be under my control...'
-Close by the Eiffel Tower-
It was getting closer.
It started to break into a run, knowing that it's prey was close by.
Despite having no real emotions, a lipless grimace appeared on its face as it's prey was in view now.
"ALEXIA..."
-...-
Claire kept glancing at Steve every now and then, wondering what the hell was going on. With the talking Tyrant thingy, Raccoon City back, and Steve doing very unusual things, there was definitely something wrong.
"Something's not quite right here..." mumbled Claire quietly, as she withdrew a handgun seemingly out of nowhere...
-End of Chapter Twenty-One-
Sorry for the small length, but I've had writer's block for so freaking long. -_-
Don't worry, hopefully my writing groove is returning. Oh yeah, and this is one of those chapters where it's mostly transitional and...stuff...next chapter will be more detailed, more coherent, and longer, I promise. x_x
Please rate and review, and yes, I know, this is pretty crappy compared to past chapters...
Thanks goes to (In Order of Appearance for all chapters so far): random echo, Claire Burnside267, a reader, diddly day, Zil, Tasha Burnside, Umbrella-Experiment, Parasite Lin, Biohazard 101, Cand, Queen Kristina, Apokruphos, Redfield 99, Yumi Konoe, Chandler01, Lyger, Chicky Tifa, D-2Artemis, Shin, Simon552, Jimbo Jones, claire3407, Squall Leonhart, Mayaku, President Evil, ashford2ashford, The Elvish Vampire Seira, Felicia, Mayumi-H, Mossberg, Serena, Dragonchan, Lily, Reazher, Wesker, iMac722, and Diamond Angel!
Thanks goes to reviewers of Chapter Twenty: Serena, Lyger, Redfield 99, Mayaku, Claire Burnside267, Biohazard 101, random echo, diddly day, Reazher, Mossberg, Mayumi-H, Dragonchan, The Elvish Vampire Seira, Wesker, iMac722, and Diamond Angel!
Oh yeah, the Resident Evil Remake was a truly amazing game...
On with yet another chapter...
-Even Fond Memories Can Come Back To Haunt You.... -
-By Brian Marcelo-
-brianmarcelo@hotmail.com-
Rated R.
-Something's Not Quite Right...-
-Chapter Twenty-One-
-...-
Claire Redfield couldn't believe the sight before her...even though she had been lead to believe she was in Hell, what lay before her was something out of Heaven.
"Steve...? How can you be here...?" she asked in awe, as she looked him over. To her surprise, he looked exactly like how he did when they were on Rockfort and Antarctica together, right down to the prison collar and blood tattered jacket he wore. It was as if he hadn't changed at all...
Steve smirked. "Didn't your mom ever tell you not to question a good thing?"
Claire blinked in surprise at his casual response, slowly remembering that in fact her mom had told her that as a child...
"But when we were trying to save you from Wesker...then I got hurt...then you were there...how can you be here now...is there anyone else here...?" she managed to sputter out, hoping to get a better response.
Steve merely scratched the back of his head as he looked at her, his expression that of pure confusion.
"Never mind Steve...I'm just happy to see that you're okay..." Claire said with a smile, putting her arms around Steve in a warm embrace, "I missed you..."
"Me too." he replied sheepishly, as he returned the embrace.
-Paris Hospital-
"So this is the Redfield girl, right?" asked the mortician, as she examined the clipboard, "They just keep dying younger and younger..."
"Tragic, eh?" replied the person who carted the body inside, "She died by large wounds caused by a knife...guess she must've been in one of those gangs..."
"Sigh, today's youth...all high up on angst and drugs...it's depressing I tell ya...just depressing." remarked the mortician, as she pulled off the white sheet covering the body to examine it. She gasped in surprise as she looked over the somewhat pale body of Claire Redfield.
"Are you sure she died from large wounds...?" stuttered the mortician, as she took off her glasses and rubbed them on her shirt.
"Yeah..." replied the person, who was apparently a male nurse, "The wounds were so large that they had been unable to do anything whatsoever as a matter of fact...why do you ask?"
"Well...if you took a look for yourself, you'd notice that there are no wounds on the body at all...I don't even see any scars or anything where the wounds should be...." said the bewildered mortician, as she put her glasses back on, "It's as if they just disappeared or healed over..."
-...-
"Steve? Do you smell that?" asked Claire as she coughed a little bit.
"Smell what?" replied Steve, as he turned around to face her, a cigarette dangling from the side of his mouth, "I don't smell anything..."
Claire blinked in surprise as she grabbed Steve by the arm. "Since when did you start smoking...?"
Steve shrugged her hand off his arm as he took a long drag on the cigarette. "What's the big deal Claire? It's not like I'll die from it."
She backed away from Steve a little bit as he said that, remembering that Chris had said that exact same thing when he first started taking up smoking; thankfully, Claire had managed to get him to quit smoking before he had gone off to Raccoon City...
-Ruins of Umbrella HQ-
"Chris...how good it is to see you again. Tell me...how is your sister?" Wesker said with a devious smirk on his face.
"She's dead..." replied Chris coldly, as he took out his Glock 17, "You'll pay for that you bastard..."
"Touchy touchy, aren't we Chris?" remarked Wesker, as his body reverted to his T-Veronica form in a burst of intense flame, "Do you really think you and your friends can defeat me...?"
Despite the fact that the group finally met up with Wesker again, Leon was in complete shock after seeing the figure next to Wesker; it was the closest thing to a ghost that he had ever seen.
"Ada...?" Leon said loudly, "How...how can you be alive...?"
Ada, who had been gazing longingly at Leon, stayed quiet, not knowing what to say.
"Love struck Mr. Kennedy...heh...Ada was brought back the same way I was...you could say she's not quite the same person you met before..." commented Wesker, as he turned his attention away from Chris and the others and focused solely on Leon.
"Ada...please...don't fight alongside Wesker! He's pure evil...Ada...please think about what you're doing!" Leon cried out frantically, his mind going miles a second. He couldn't believe that Ada was back...she was actually back, still looking the same despite all those months apart.
'Leon...' Ada thought to herself, as she felt her iron will dissolve thanks to his voice. She hadn't heard his strong, confident cop voice in so long that it had her thinking about what she was doing.
"You know Chris...I bet Claire must be lonely in Hell...perhaps you'd like to join her...?" Wesker said menacingly, as he set the combat knife he was holding on fire, "Or maybe...Jill would like to say hello to your sister...?"
-...-
"Where are we supposed to go?" Steve asked, as he flicked the cigarette out of his mouth, "You've been to Raccoon City before, right? Shouldn't you know the way?"
"Right...so I just know where to go...since this should be Raccoon City..." Claire said, unsure of herself. Everything seemed so unreal to Claire, as if this was one big dream that she couldn't really do much about. First there was nothing but darkness, then she had appeared in Raccoon City as if it were a big flashback. Not to mention the fact that a Mr. X had grabbed her by the throat and proceeded to mention that she was in Hell.
'This couldn't be Raccoon City...it was destroyed thanks to that nuclear warhead...and unless this is some kind of mind game by Umbrella or Wesker...then this really is...Hell...?' she thought to herself, as she shivered slightly.
"That's the police station, right?" Steve commented, as he pointed to the sign with one of his Golden Lugers, "Maybe inside the police station there's a way out of this crazy place?"
Claire looked at Steve as he talked, noticing that his mannerisms and the way he moved just seemed so...out of character. It was as if he was a completely different person to her now.
"R-right...let's get inside..." replied Claire, as she led the way into the Raccoon City Police Station.
-Eiffel Tower-
Alexia Ashford tilted her head upwards as she took in the sight of the Eiffel Tower. Seeing as how she had lived a very short life of only ten years, with the other fifteen spent in cryogenic freezing, buildings such as the Eiffel Tower was something that truly amazed her.
"Mm..." she murmured slightly, as she took in the vastness of the huge structure, absently wondering how such a thing could be built.
Alexia smirked as she continued towards the tower's elevator, thinking over her plan in head. Seeing as how the tower was easily one of the tallest structures in Paris, it would be very easy for her to use it as a sort of base, as well as a central point where the 'cleansing' could begin.
'Yes,' Alexia thought smugly, 'Soon the people of France will be under my control...'
-Close by the Eiffel Tower-
It was getting closer.
It started to break into a run, knowing that it's prey was close by.
Despite having no real emotions, a lipless grimace appeared on its face as it's prey was in view now.
"ALEXIA..."
-...-
Claire kept glancing at Steve every now and then, wondering what the hell was going on. With the talking Tyrant thingy, Raccoon City back, and Steve doing very unusual things, there was definitely something wrong.
"Something's not quite right here..." mumbled Claire quietly, as she withdrew a handgun seemingly out of nowhere...
-End of Chapter Twenty-One-
Sorry for the small length, but I've had writer's block for so freaking long. -_-
Don't worry, hopefully my writing groove is returning. Oh yeah, and this is one of those chapters where it's mostly transitional and...stuff...next chapter will be more detailed, more coherent, and longer, I promise. x_x
Please rate and review, and yes, I know, this is pretty crappy compared to past chapters...