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, Diamond Angel, Rayne18, Joanne Beverly, Neromancer 13, Misterbuu, Bloodlover, Steel Soul, Kenneth Sullivan, Agent X, kolld steel, tek, and Silent Angel!
Thanks goes to the reviewers of Chapter Twenty-Four: Joanne Beverly, TheOtherTJ, Serena (the closest thing to a muse), Biohazard 101, tek, The Elvish Vampire, Silent Angel, Diamond Angel, and Bloodlover!
Been 8 months since I first started this thing...I just noticed that. Remember, the 'Miracle' Virus is the unofficial name I came up with for Wesker's super virus that revived him. From now I'll be referring to it as the M Virus, since it's shorter.
On with yet another chapter...
- Even Fond Memories Can Come Back To Haunt You.... -
- By Brian Marcelo -
- brianmarcelo@hotmail.com -
- Rated R for violence and language -
- Remorse, Revenge, Revelation -
- Chapter Twenty-Five -
***
Agent Hunk's eyes suddenly fluttered opened as he screamed out in pain, his body feeling as thought everything was on fire. As he struggled to get up he realized he was beginning to change.
He could still remember how it happened to William Birkin after he had injected himself with the G-Virus...it looked as if the guy was having a seizure or something...then the next thing Hunk knew William Birkin had changed into a horrible creature that attacked his whole squad with unbelievable ferocity.
Hunk could only convulse violently as his body was being transformed into a living weapon....Alexia's weapon.
***
Blood. He had just noticed that there was blood on his black-gloved hands.
It was her blood, her backstabbing, whore blood...
No, it was her blood, the blood of his friend...
He noticed the texture was slightly dark as he watched it drip slowly off his leather black gloves and on to the pavement.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
With his heightened hearing he could her the drops fall, the beat getting faster.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Wesker could only stare in disbelief as he brought his hands closer to his eyes, even though he possessed enhanced vision as well, thanks to the Miracle virus.
It was all very surreal for him. It was shocking to have killed one of his only friends. It would've been traumatic if it wasn't for the fact that his enemies were only a few feet away from him, forcing him to not break down.
Although he didn't show it, Ada was someone he considered a friend. He felt they were very much alike, with her betraying her ex-boyfriend John, who she dated only so that she could gain more information on Umbrella for HCF, while Wesker had betrayed his entire team so that he could sell Umbrella's secrets and combat data to HCF.
They were similar, both of them being of the loner type, both of them always making sure to take advantage of a situation, as well as making sure that nothing got in their way.
Ada had let herself fall in love, which subsequently got her killed by Wesker out of blind rage.
The only other friend he had happened to be William Birkin, although he was deceased as well. He had been killed thanks to the efforts of Leon S. Kennedy, which had caused Wesker to feel an immediate hate for him, which was almost as strong as his hate for Chris.
He could still remember working with William side-by-side all those years in the mansion, working on experiments such as Lisa Trevor (who later became the precursor to the Nemesis) and the effects of the T-Virus. William had later married Annette, one of their co-workers, who had given him a child a year later, which they had named Sherry.
Wesker had not expected that he would be the godfather to Sherry, especially since he wasn't too fond of kids. William, however, thought Wesker was the perfect candidate.
Sometime before the mansion incident had occurred, William had informed Wesker of his newly developed 'Miracle' virus, which was in essence, a pure form of the G-Virus he had somehow managed to create by accident. Both of them had decided to steal their research from Umbrella and sell it to the highest bidder, with Wesker going first so that he could help William later.
William had decided to give Wesker the sample of the Miracle Virus, remembering how his friend used to talk about having true power, and how much he craved it.
However, three months after Wesker had "died", William's laboratory was raided and he was shot down by a couple of the intruders. Injecting an unstable form of G-Virus into his own body, he had become a mindless, hulking beast that become stronger after each defeat, eventually being killed by Leon S. Kennedy and Claire Redfield.
William Birkin was dead now, unable to come back to life since he was completely incinerated in the explosion of the underground laboratory.
Ada Wong was dead as well, unable to come back since the Miracle Virus wasn't able to revive those who had their neck and spinal cord shattered beyond repair.
In a sense, he was dead as well. Just like his friends.
Letting out an in anguished howl, which startled his enemies after the long yet tense silence, he ran off in the opposite direction with inhuman speed, after-images of himself appearing behind him as he quickly disappeared from their sight.
***
Soft. The soft, padded cell of hers was beginning to feel so comfortable for her. A nice, quiet place to sleep appealed to her. She liked lying her head on the soft ground, unable to do anything because of the strait jacket wrapped tightly around her.
It was nice not having to do anything for a change. It was nice knowing that a zombie wouldn't appear out of nowhere and try to eat her, it was nice knowing that she wasn't being hunted by a pair of incest loving twins, but...
It wasn't so nice that she had killed thirty-three people and that she had crippled her brother's arm.
She took solace in the fact that she had no idea that she was doing what she did. If she had been aware, it would've been just like the dream...
The dreams where she killed all those people in Raccoon City and on Rockfort Island. They were undead, no doubt about that, but she had never willingly shot anything that moved before. Halfway during Raccoon City her guilt became unbearable as she tried to reason with herself that they were already dead, and that if you don't them, you'll be dead too.
It horrified her that during Rockfort she had gotten used to killing the dead, sometimes using a bit more force then required, other times completely freaking out on the undead monster and shooting it long after it had fallen, filled with dozens of smoking holes. One incident had her slashing repeatedly at a zombie with her combat knife until she realized that she had cut off the arms, legs, and the head all off, even though she knew all it took to stop them was to sever the head.
It was sort of relieving, in a way, to know that the only time she had killed was when she was insane.
After all, it wasn't technically her doing anything. No, not at all.
She looked up as her door creaked open, light flooding the room as a young, blond, female doctor who looked like she was about Chris' age appeared before her, holding a clipboard in one hand and a pen in the other.
Claire smiled as non-threateningly as possible; she wouldn't want to scare the nice doctor away, who looked just like how she did in her dreams.
"Hello, Dr. Ashford. My name is Claire Redfield, but I bet you already knew that. How do you do?"
***
Leon S. Kennedy quietly cradled Ada Wong's broken body, his watery eyes looking deeply into her own, trying to find any sort of life left in them.
All he could see, however, was emptiness in them. No happiness or fear; just empty eyes looking out to the sky.
It took him a long him to get over her death the first time, but going through it a second time was quite possibly even more painful for him.
As much as he wished he could just stay and cradle his lost love, he still had a job to do. He couldn't do anything for Ada or Claire except capture their murderer and bring him to justice.
With great reluctance he carefully lay her on the ground, making sure to cover her eyes as well.
"Goodbye, Ada..." he said softly, trying his best to regain his composure as he walked back towards the group.
***
Mere miles away from where the S.T.A.R.S. stood chaos was erupting in the streets. A mysterious purple gas had descended upon the streets from out of nowhere, claiming every one who breathed it it's poisonous fumes.
Cars were crashing and piling up upon each other, while others collided into the various shops, buildings, and bystanders. While some tried vainly to outrun the gas, others merely wept, not even bothering to get out of the way.
It didn't matter either way though; no one escaped the Queen's wrath.
As soon as the gas came, it was gone, leaving thousands dead on the city blocks surrounding the Eiffel Tower.
The Queen smiled as she reabsorbed the fumes into her body, content in having her new army of peasants to do her bidding while she recovered from the massive use of energy to spread her seeds of evil.
Her smile grew wider, remembering that a very special soldier would be joining her very soon.
***
"So, um...Dr. Ashford...what will we be talking about today...?" Claire asked, feeling slightly unnerved by the piercing stare coming from her doctor, who hadn't said a word since she had entered.
"Hello Claire," she said smoothly, as she tilted her glasses slightly, "Do you remember me?"
Claire shook her head in response, despite the fact that she had seen her before; she didn't want to look any crazier then she already was.
"Mm...tell me Claire. Tell me what happened."
"Where should I start--"
"How about when you and your friend Steve nearly escaped my clutches?"
"What? What are you-"
Alexia merely smiled as she dismissed Claire's pleas with a wave of her hand. "If you don't tell me what I want to know, I could always go and tell Dr. Birkin how you've been a bad girl..."
"No! Please...please don't do that...." Claire begged quietly, her voice on the verge of cracking into tearful sobs, "I'll tell you what you want to know, Dr. Ashford...please, just don't tell Dr. Birkin that...I don't wanna be crazy anymore..."
"Then tell me what happened. Now."
"I...my memory is really foggy...but I remember that in my dream me and a boy named Steve tried to escape from this zombie infested station in the Antarctic...but then we were stopped...."
"By what?"
"Tentacles...long, menacing tentacles that thrashed our little vehicle all over the place..."
"Then what happened?"
"I don't remember..."
"Do not lie to me Claire. What happened after that?"
"I...you...I mean...a dream version of you kidnapped me and Steve...but...I don't remember anything else..."
To Claire's surprise, Dr. Ashford grinned widely. "It seems that everything is going just as I had planned."
"I don't understand-"
"Of course you wouldn't, my dear Claire..." remarked Dr. Ashford, as she walked closer to Claire, "after all, I'm the one who erased it all from your memory...until now..."
"But...it was all just a dream...!"
"Oh no, it wasn't. Not at all. In fact, what you are experiencing right now is all just an illusion in your head."
"But I'm...dead..."
"At the moment at least...but soon...soon you'll be hunting down all that you hold dear to your pathetic heart. Would you like to know how this is all possible, Claire? Or would it be to complicated for you to understand?"
"So confused...."
"I'll take that as a yes. Claire...think back to when you were fighting my feeble father...remember how he poisoned you right before you killed him?"
Claire nodded slowly, remembering how hard she was breathing after the ordeal, as if her lungs were on fire.
"Then, before you could escape with that pathetic excuse for a man, my brother released me and I captured you...then...do you remember what happened next...?"
"Like I told you, I don't remember..."
"Oh...but I do! I did many enjoyable things during that time...it was so grand to hear you scream every time I tortured you! Every time I touched you with my..."tools"....you would always beg and plead and cry for me to stop...! Mmm...Claire...do you remember...now...?"
All of the sudden memories came flashing back to Claire...memories of whips and drills and surgical tools and screaming and pain and tears and Steve and horrible laughter....
"Judging from the look of contorted pain on your face, I'm assuming it's starting to come back to you."
Claire cried as she loudly yelled back at her captor. "You....you bitch....you crazy bitch...you did this to me..."
"Ohh, my Claire...you have no idea how depraved I can be. You know, before your brother came to rescue his damsel in distress, I performed a bit of surgery on you and discovered your blood type was mixing rather well with the T-Veronica poison that my father infected you with...so...I decided to give myself a little insurance."
"What the hell are you talking about, Alexia?"
"I implanted a little bit of my mind and body into you...causing you to become powerful, just like me. I also created this whole dream state you are currently experiencing, which was designed to make you go insane with guilt over the things you had done...just for my personal amusement."
"You crazy bitch...."
"Anyways, you are a part of me. You should consider yourself very special, Claire Redfield...." Alexia whispered, as she reached close enough that they were face to face, "for you will be one of my personal harbingers of death to all who dare oppose me....which includes your brother Chris..."
With that said, Claire suddenly started convulsing violently, blood pouring from her mouth as she struggled to restrain herself.
"You know what my favorite part was, Claire?" hissed the blond woman, who was fading from Claire's view, "It was when I watched your brother give you the "antidote" for the T-Veronica gas....neither of you knew at the time that it would be the catalyst for all this...! Hahira....after all, did you really think I would make an antidote for something I wanted to spread everywhere....?"
***
Her pale skin started to become brown, signaling that her blood was once again flowing throughout her body...
Her chest started to heave up and down slowly, indicating that her lungs were at the moment, filling up with air, and breathing in and out after such a long period of inactivity...
She slowly started to stir, all the while starting to move her arms and legs with a strength she never felt before...
Her eyes, which were eerily glowing red, opened slowly, squinting at the light, which was emanating from the ceiling...
Claire Redfield was back...
- End of Chapter Twenty-Five -
The last scene is a homage to Steve's revival in Chapter Five.
Claire's back...but not in the way you think she is....
Stay tuned for Chapter Twenty-Six...
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, Diamond Angel, Rayne18, Joanne Beverly, Neromancer 13, Misterbuu, Bloodlover, Steel Soul, Kenneth Sullivan, Agent X, kolld steel, tek, and Silent Angel!
Thanks goes to the reviewers of Chapter Twenty-Four: Joanne Beverly, TheOtherTJ, Serena (the closest thing to a muse), Biohazard 101, tek, The Elvish Vampire, Silent Angel, Diamond Angel, and Bloodlover!
Been 8 months since I first started this thing...I just noticed that. Remember, the 'Miracle' Virus is the unofficial name I came up with for Wesker's super virus that revived him. From now I'll be referring to it as the M Virus, since it's shorter.
On with yet another chapter...
- Even Fond Memories Can Come Back To Haunt You.... -
- By Brian Marcelo -
- brianmarcelo@hotmail.com -
- Rated R for violence and language -
- Remorse, Revenge, Revelation -
- Chapter Twenty-Five -
***
Agent Hunk's eyes suddenly fluttered opened as he screamed out in pain, his body feeling as thought everything was on fire. As he struggled to get up he realized he was beginning to change.
He could still remember how it happened to William Birkin after he had injected himself with the G-Virus...it looked as if the guy was having a seizure or something...then the next thing Hunk knew William Birkin had changed into a horrible creature that attacked his whole squad with unbelievable ferocity.
Hunk could only convulse violently as his body was being transformed into a living weapon....Alexia's weapon.
***
Blood. He had just noticed that there was blood on his black-gloved hands.
It was her blood, her backstabbing, whore blood...
No, it was her blood, the blood of his friend...
He noticed the texture was slightly dark as he watched it drip slowly off his leather black gloves and on to the pavement.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
With his heightened hearing he could her the drops fall, the beat getting faster.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Wesker could only stare in disbelief as he brought his hands closer to his eyes, even though he possessed enhanced vision as well, thanks to the Miracle virus.
It was all very surreal for him. It was shocking to have killed one of his only friends. It would've been traumatic if it wasn't for the fact that his enemies were only a few feet away from him, forcing him to not break down.
Although he didn't show it, Ada was someone he considered a friend. He felt they were very much alike, with her betraying her ex-boyfriend John, who she dated only so that she could gain more information on Umbrella for HCF, while Wesker had betrayed his entire team so that he could sell Umbrella's secrets and combat data to HCF.
They were similar, both of them being of the loner type, both of them always making sure to take advantage of a situation, as well as making sure that nothing got in their way.
Ada had let herself fall in love, which subsequently got her killed by Wesker out of blind rage.
The only other friend he had happened to be William Birkin, although he was deceased as well. He had been killed thanks to the efforts of Leon S. Kennedy, which had caused Wesker to feel an immediate hate for him, which was almost as strong as his hate for Chris.
He could still remember working with William side-by-side all those years in the mansion, working on experiments such as Lisa Trevor (who later became the precursor to the Nemesis) and the effects of the T-Virus. William had later married Annette, one of their co-workers, who had given him a child a year later, which they had named Sherry.
Wesker had not expected that he would be the godfather to Sherry, especially since he wasn't too fond of kids. William, however, thought Wesker was the perfect candidate.
Sometime before the mansion incident had occurred, William had informed Wesker of his newly developed 'Miracle' virus, which was in essence, a pure form of the G-Virus he had somehow managed to create by accident. Both of them had decided to steal their research from Umbrella and sell it to the highest bidder, with Wesker going first so that he could help William later.
William had decided to give Wesker the sample of the Miracle Virus, remembering how his friend used to talk about having true power, and how much he craved it.
However, three months after Wesker had "died", William's laboratory was raided and he was shot down by a couple of the intruders. Injecting an unstable form of G-Virus into his own body, he had become a mindless, hulking beast that become stronger after each defeat, eventually being killed by Leon S. Kennedy and Claire Redfield.
William Birkin was dead now, unable to come back to life since he was completely incinerated in the explosion of the underground laboratory.
Ada Wong was dead as well, unable to come back since the Miracle Virus wasn't able to revive those who had their neck and spinal cord shattered beyond repair.
In a sense, he was dead as well. Just like his friends.
Letting out an in anguished howl, which startled his enemies after the long yet tense silence, he ran off in the opposite direction with inhuman speed, after-images of himself appearing behind him as he quickly disappeared from their sight.
***
Soft. The soft, padded cell of hers was beginning to feel so comfortable for her. A nice, quiet place to sleep appealed to her. She liked lying her head on the soft ground, unable to do anything because of the strait jacket wrapped tightly around her.
It was nice not having to do anything for a change. It was nice knowing that a zombie wouldn't appear out of nowhere and try to eat her, it was nice knowing that she wasn't being hunted by a pair of incest loving twins, but...
It wasn't so nice that she had killed thirty-three people and that she had crippled her brother's arm.
She took solace in the fact that she had no idea that she was doing what she did. If she had been aware, it would've been just like the dream...
The dreams where she killed all those people in Raccoon City and on Rockfort Island. They were undead, no doubt about that, but she had never willingly shot anything that moved before. Halfway during Raccoon City her guilt became unbearable as she tried to reason with herself that they were already dead, and that if you don't them, you'll be dead too.
It horrified her that during Rockfort she had gotten used to killing the dead, sometimes using a bit more force then required, other times completely freaking out on the undead monster and shooting it long after it had fallen, filled with dozens of smoking holes. One incident had her slashing repeatedly at a zombie with her combat knife until she realized that she had cut off the arms, legs, and the head all off, even though she knew all it took to stop them was to sever the head.
It was sort of relieving, in a way, to know that the only time she had killed was when she was insane.
After all, it wasn't technically her doing anything. No, not at all.
She looked up as her door creaked open, light flooding the room as a young, blond, female doctor who looked like she was about Chris' age appeared before her, holding a clipboard in one hand and a pen in the other.
Claire smiled as non-threateningly as possible; she wouldn't want to scare the nice doctor away, who looked just like how she did in her dreams.
"Hello, Dr. Ashford. My name is Claire Redfield, but I bet you already knew that. How do you do?"
***
Leon S. Kennedy quietly cradled Ada Wong's broken body, his watery eyes looking deeply into her own, trying to find any sort of life left in them.
All he could see, however, was emptiness in them. No happiness or fear; just empty eyes looking out to the sky.
It took him a long him to get over her death the first time, but going through it a second time was quite possibly even more painful for him.
As much as he wished he could just stay and cradle his lost love, he still had a job to do. He couldn't do anything for Ada or Claire except capture their murderer and bring him to justice.
With great reluctance he carefully lay her on the ground, making sure to cover her eyes as well.
"Goodbye, Ada..." he said softly, trying his best to regain his composure as he walked back towards the group.
***
Mere miles away from where the S.T.A.R.S. stood chaos was erupting in the streets. A mysterious purple gas had descended upon the streets from out of nowhere, claiming every one who breathed it it's poisonous fumes.
Cars were crashing and piling up upon each other, while others collided into the various shops, buildings, and bystanders. While some tried vainly to outrun the gas, others merely wept, not even bothering to get out of the way.
It didn't matter either way though; no one escaped the Queen's wrath.
As soon as the gas came, it was gone, leaving thousands dead on the city blocks surrounding the Eiffel Tower.
The Queen smiled as she reabsorbed the fumes into her body, content in having her new army of peasants to do her bidding while she recovered from the massive use of energy to spread her seeds of evil.
Her smile grew wider, remembering that a very special soldier would be joining her very soon.
***
"So, um...Dr. Ashford...what will we be talking about today...?" Claire asked, feeling slightly unnerved by the piercing stare coming from her doctor, who hadn't said a word since she had entered.
"Hello Claire," she said smoothly, as she tilted her glasses slightly, "Do you remember me?"
Claire shook her head in response, despite the fact that she had seen her before; she didn't want to look any crazier then she already was.
"Mm...tell me Claire. Tell me what happened."
"Where should I start--"
"How about when you and your friend Steve nearly escaped my clutches?"
"What? What are you-"
Alexia merely smiled as she dismissed Claire's pleas with a wave of her hand. "If you don't tell me what I want to know, I could always go and tell Dr. Birkin how you've been a bad girl..."
"No! Please...please don't do that...." Claire begged quietly, her voice on the verge of cracking into tearful sobs, "I'll tell you what you want to know, Dr. Ashford...please, just don't tell Dr. Birkin that...I don't wanna be crazy anymore..."
"Then tell me what happened. Now."
"I...my memory is really foggy...but I remember that in my dream me and a boy named Steve tried to escape from this zombie infested station in the Antarctic...but then we were stopped...."
"By what?"
"Tentacles...long, menacing tentacles that thrashed our little vehicle all over the place..."
"Then what happened?"
"I don't remember..."
"Do not lie to me Claire. What happened after that?"
"I...you...I mean...a dream version of you kidnapped me and Steve...but...I don't remember anything else..."
To Claire's surprise, Dr. Ashford grinned widely. "It seems that everything is going just as I had planned."
"I don't understand-"
"Of course you wouldn't, my dear Claire..." remarked Dr. Ashford, as she walked closer to Claire, "after all, I'm the one who erased it all from your memory...until now..."
"But...it was all just a dream...!"
"Oh no, it wasn't. Not at all. In fact, what you are experiencing right now is all just an illusion in your head."
"But I'm...dead..."
"At the moment at least...but soon...soon you'll be hunting down all that you hold dear to your pathetic heart. Would you like to know how this is all possible, Claire? Or would it be to complicated for you to understand?"
"So confused...."
"I'll take that as a yes. Claire...think back to when you were fighting my feeble father...remember how he poisoned you right before you killed him?"
Claire nodded slowly, remembering how hard she was breathing after the ordeal, as if her lungs were on fire.
"Then, before you could escape with that pathetic excuse for a man, my brother released me and I captured you...then...do you remember what happened next...?"
"Like I told you, I don't remember..."
"Oh...but I do! I did many enjoyable things during that time...it was so grand to hear you scream every time I tortured you! Every time I touched you with my..."tools"....you would always beg and plead and cry for me to stop...! Mmm...Claire...do you remember...now...?"
All of the sudden memories came flashing back to Claire...memories of whips and drills and surgical tools and screaming and pain and tears and Steve and horrible laughter....
"Judging from the look of contorted pain on your face, I'm assuming it's starting to come back to you."
Claire cried as she loudly yelled back at her captor. "You....you bitch....you crazy bitch...you did this to me..."
"Ohh, my Claire...you have no idea how depraved I can be. You know, before your brother came to rescue his damsel in distress, I performed a bit of surgery on you and discovered your blood type was mixing rather well with the T-Veronica poison that my father infected you with...so...I decided to give myself a little insurance."
"What the hell are you talking about, Alexia?"
"I implanted a little bit of my mind and body into you...causing you to become powerful, just like me. I also created this whole dream state you are currently experiencing, which was designed to make you go insane with guilt over the things you had done...just for my personal amusement."
"You crazy bitch...."
"Anyways, you are a part of me. You should consider yourself very special, Claire Redfield...." Alexia whispered, as she reached close enough that they were face to face, "for you will be one of my personal harbingers of death to all who dare oppose me....which includes your brother Chris..."
With that said, Claire suddenly started convulsing violently, blood pouring from her mouth as she struggled to restrain herself.
"You know what my favorite part was, Claire?" hissed the blond woman, who was fading from Claire's view, "It was when I watched your brother give you the "antidote" for the T-Veronica gas....neither of you knew at the time that it would be the catalyst for all this...! Hahira....after all, did you really think I would make an antidote for something I wanted to spread everywhere....?"
***
Her pale skin started to become brown, signaling that her blood was once again flowing throughout her body...
Her chest started to heave up and down slowly, indicating that her lungs were at the moment, filling up with air, and breathing in and out after such a long period of inactivity...
She slowly started to stir, all the while starting to move her arms and legs with a strength she never felt before...
Her eyes, which were eerily glowing red, opened slowly, squinting at the light, which was emanating from the ceiling...
Claire Redfield was back...
- End of Chapter Twenty-Five -
The last scene is a homage to Steve's revival in Chapter Five.
Claire's back...but not in the way you think she is....
Stay tuned for Chapter Twenty-Six...