Author's Note: I'm on a roll! This focuses more on the actual storyline plot then my plot about Steve's infection (My plot will come into play later...mwahahaha). Enjoy!
We took the elevator up. We both remained silent the entire time. I ran ahead of Claire and waited for her at the end of the balcony. The moment she reached me, the balcony broke apart. I let out a startled cry as we both fell.
I landed face first on the ground. I rubbed my head and looked for Claire.
"Ugh....ughn..." I heard her groan. She was trying to pull her leg out from the some of the debris that fell along with us.
"Claire, are you okay?" I asked. She didn't answer. I moved over to help her. She stopped trying to pull her leg out and looked up.
"Steve! Behind you!" she said. I heard shuffling behind me. It was another zombie. I turned around aiming my guns at the undead monster, and once I had saw its face, I found out that I couldn't fire at it.
No...it can't be...
"No..." It came closer, close enough so I could see its face up close. I backed away, bumping into the truck behind me. I couldn't shoot it. That same monster that had once been family.
Father...
"What's wrong, Steve?! Shoot it!" Claire said in a frantic voice.
"I-I can't! No!" I screamed.
Father...
My eyes closed, and I prayed that it would all go away. I prayed that by some chance that it'd go away. I didn't want to remember...
Father...
"Steve!" Claire cried again. I heard it moan and shuffle away from me. It was going for Claire. She'd die if I didn't help...
"No! Stay away!" she yelled. I had to make a choice fast. Claire was going to die.
"Ahhhh!" I heard Claire scream. My eyes flew open and I saw that man-no, monster-leaning down to finish Claire off.
Claire...
Father...
Claire...
"FATHER!" I screamed as I felt myself squeeze the triggers on the submachine guns. My father let out a cry as each bullet tore into his rotten skin. He collapsed on the ground, but I continued to shoot at him. It wasn't until I heard the clicking of the empty guns that I finally stopped. All I could do was stare in shock until I fell to my knees. I felt tears in my eyes. I couldn't hold them back.
"Father..."
Why...?
"Father..."
Why did it have to be me...?
"Father..."
Why did I have to kill him...?
Claire had freed herself and was at my side. She placed her hand on my shoulder. I decided now was the time to answer her questions. As soon as I had stopped crying, I told her my story.
"Dad used to work for Umbrella," I began, "He was stealing information. He would sell it to the highest bidder. He was caught, mom was killed and we were sent here," I said.
"Oh Steve..." Claire said.
"He was a fool to do something so reckless...so stupid..." I said softly. I fought back the tears that threatened to fall.
"It'll be okay, just rest for now," Claire said. I felt her rub my back. She got up and left me to be alone, and I was grateful. I looked at my father's corpse. I thought I had hated him, I thought that it'd be alright to blame him for my suffering, but I realized that I had still loved him. I never wanted him to die like this, and now he was gone. He had left me alone too. I couldn't stand it any longer. I curled up on the ground and went to sleep.
When I woke up, I felt awful. My shoulder was itching worse. This was probably stage two. I didn't have time to fool around. I had to find Claire. Even though it was nice of her to leave me alone, there were still those monsters and that weird guy that was after her.
I shook my head. I didn't know why I felt so protective of her all of a sudden. Maybe because she saved my life, but it felt like it was more than that.
'Don't worry about it now,' I told myself, 'you've got to find her before something else does.' I got up and decided to go search the palace first. As I got up I noticed submachine gun ammo lying next to me. Claire must have came back while I was sleeping.
"Thanks, Claire," I smiled and loaded the ammunition into the guns. It was time to go.
I ran across the yard of the facility. I didn't stop running until I was safely outside the facility. I heard the worm monster roar behind me. That thing still gave me the creeps. I walked towards the palace, ready to fight the monsters that were roaming here. To my surprise, I found both of them dead. Lots of arrows were sticking out of their corpses. Had Claire done this? I stepped over them and walked up to the gates.
The palace was quiet, just like it had been before. I tried the stairs this time. I didn't want to go back to the room with the gold lugers. I walked into the room to the right. There was a typewriter and a box, but nothing really that special. I walked around and saw a door. The lugers I had given Claire were in there. I pushed it open and made my way through the other rooms.
I had been expecting some kind of puzzle or something, but it seemed like Claire had taken care of all that. Which meant I was probably close to finding her. I found myself outside. There were some corpses of zombies scattered about. There were three more zombies coming towards me. I didn't even notice how close they were. I could just run past them and save ammo...
But that wouldn't be like me, now would it?
I fired the submachine guns at them. They moaned in pain as blood splattered everywhere. They fell one at a time, the first one barely managed to touch my shoulders before falling to the ground dead. I didn't care how easy they were to kill, it was still gross. I ran towards a large mansion I had never seen before. Perhaps I'd find Claire there.
The inside of the mansion was dark and gloomy. I wasn't surprised. This place obviously belonged to the Ashfords. There were many dolls in the room. All of them were put through some sort of torture, like dolls being placed on spikes and such. Even though they were just dolls, it looked like they were crying out in agony. It was really creepy. I ran up the stairs and made my way into the next room.
I heard a faint moaning, but I didn't bother with it. I walked away from the source of the sound and walked towards the door. I heard a gunshot that made me jump.
"Next time I won't miss..." a female voice hissed. I couldn't tell who it was.
"W-wait!" another voice cried. I knew immediately whose voice that belonged to. It was Claire. I shoved the door open.
"What's going on here?" I demanded. I caught a glimpse of a tall, blonde haired woman holding a rifle. She fired at me before I had time to react. I felt the bullet cut through my arm and immediately clutched it in pain. Not as bad as a dog bite, but it still stung. I grabbed my submachine guns and returned fire. She screamed and disappeared through a secret door.
I saw Claire behind me. I looked at where the bullet struck. It wasn't serious.
"After her," I told her. I wanted more payback for what that crazy woman did. I began to wonder if the woman I shot at was Alexia, but Alexia had disappeared a long time ago...
"Are you okay?" she asked. I nodded.
"I'm fine, it's just a scratch," I walked over to the door and pushed it open. We both entered. I saw a dress with blood on it on the bed. I looked under the bed for any clues about the mysterious woman we had met. Claire walked past me.
"Hey, what's this?" Claire asked. I walked over to her and she held up a blonde wig.
"I dunno. Maybe it belonged to that woman. Maybe she's bald," I guessed. Claire laughed a little.
"Maybe we should go give it to her?" she suggested. I was about to respond when I heard a loud cry from somewhere in the room. A strange man dressed in red and holding a rifle leaped down from the bed canopy. Claire got out of the way before he landed on her. I violently shoved him away. I pointed the submachine guns at him.
"It's Alfred," Claire said to me. So we finally meet, Mr. Ashford. I wanted to kill him right there and then, for running this prison, and if that woman was Alexia...
I saw Alfred staring at his reflection in the mirror with wide horrified eyes. He gently touched the mirror. It was then I noticed he was wearing lipstick and eye-liner.
"No...It can't be..." he whispered. He touched his own face. He shrieked and ran out the door, slamming it behind him.
"Wait a second. What just happened?" I asked Claire. I was completely lost.
"So there never was an Alexia after all!" she exclaimed. It struck me. Alfred thought he was Alexia?
"You mean he thinks he's two people? Okay! That's it! Let's get out of here," I definitely didn't want to stay here with a crazy guy like that. To make matters worse, I heard something I did not want to hear over the speakers.
"The self-destruct system has been activated. All personnel please evacuate immediately."
We took the elevator up. We both remained silent the entire time. I ran ahead of Claire and waited for her at the end of the balcony. The moment she reached me, the balcony broke apart. I let out a startled cry as we both fell.
I landed face first on the ground. I rubbed my head and looked for Claire.
"Ugh....ughn..." I heard her groan. She was trying to pull her leg out from the some of the debris that fell along with us.
"Claire, are you okay?" I asked. She didn't answer. I moved over to help her. She stopped trying to pull her leg out and looked up.
"Steve! Behind you!" she said. I heard shuffling behind me. It was another zombie. I turned around aiming my guns at the undead monster, and once I had saw its face, I found out that I couldn't fire at it.
No...it can't be...
"No..." It came closer, close enough so I could see its face up close. I backed away, bumping into the truck behind me. I couldn't shoot it. That same monster that had once been family.
Father...
"What's wrong, Steve?! Shoot it!" Claire said in a frantic voice.
"I-I can't! No!" I screamed.
Father...
My eyes closed, and I prayed that it would all go away. I prayed that by some chance that it'd go away. I didn't want to remember...
Father...
"Steve!" Claire cried again. I heard it moan and shuffle away from me. It was going for Claire. She'd die if I didn't help...
"No! Stay away!" she yelled. I had to make a choice fast. Claire was going to die.
"Ahhhh!" I heard Claire scream. My eyes flew open and I saw that man-no, monster-leaning down to finish Claire off.
Claire...
Father...
Claire...
"FATHER!" I screamed as I felt myself squeeze the triggers on the submachine guns. My father let out a cry as each bullet tore into his rotten skin. He collapsed on the ground, but I continued to shoot at him. It wasn't until I heard the clicking of the empty guns that I finally stopped. All I could do was stare in shock until I fell to my knees. I felt tears in my eyes. I couldn't hold them back.
"Father..."
Why...?
"Father..."
Why did it have to be me...?
"Father..."
Why did I have to kill him...?
Claire had freed herself and was at my side. She placed her hand on my shoulder. I decided now was the time to answer her questions. As soon as I had stopped crying, I told her my story.
"Dad used to work for Umbrella," I began, "He was stealing information. He would sell it to the highest bidder. He was caught, mom was killed and we were sent here," I said.
"Oh Steve..." Claire said.
"He was a fool to do something so reckless...so stupid..." I said softly. I fought back the tears that threatened to fall.
"It'll be okay, just rest for now," Claire said. I felt her rub my back. She got up and left me to be alone, and I was grateful. I looked at my father's corpse. I thought I had hated him, I thought that it'd be alright to blame him for my suffering, but I realized that I had still loved him. I never wanted him to die like this, and now he was gone. He had left me alone too. I couldn't stand it any longer. I curled up on the ground and went to sleep.
When I woke up, I felt awful. My shoulder was itching worse. This was probably stage two. I didn't have time to fool around. I had to find Claire. Even though it was nice of her to leave me alone, there were still those monsters and that weird guy that was after her.
I shook my head. I didn't know why I felt so protective of her all of a sudden. Maybe because she saved my life, but it felt like it was more than that.
'Don't worry about it now,' I told myself, 'you've got to find her before something else does.' I got up and decided to go search the palace first. As I got up I noticed submachine gun ammo lying next to me. Claire must have came back while I was sleeping.
"Thanks, Claire," I smiled and loaded the ammunition into the guns. It was time to go.
I ran across the yard of the facility. I didn't stop running until I was safely outside the facility. I heard the worm monster roar behind me. That thing still gave me the creeps. I walked towards the palace, ready to fight the monsters that were roaming here. To my surprise, I found both of them dead. Lots of arrows were sticking out of their corpses. Had Claire done this? I stepped over them and walked up to the gates.
The palace was quiet, just like it had been before. I tried the stairs this time. I didn't want to go back to the room with the gold lugers. I walked into the room to the right. There was a typewriter and a box, but nothing really that special. I walked around and saw a door. The lugers I had given Claire were in there. I pushed it open and made my way through the other rooms.
I had been expecting some kind of puzzle or something, but it seemed like Claire had taken care of all that. Which meant I was probably close to finding her. I found myself outside. There were some corpses of zombies scattered about. There were three more zombies coming towards me. I didn't even notice how close they were. I could just run past them and save ammo...
But that wouldn't be like me, now would it?
I fired the submachine guns at them. They moaned in pain as blood splattered everywhere. They fell one at a time, the first one barely managed to touch my shoulders before falling to the ground dead. I didn't care how easy they were to kill, it was still gross. I ran towards a large mansion I had never seen before. Perhaps I'd find Claire there.
The inside of the mansion was dark and gloomy. I wasn't surprised. This place obviously belonged to the Ashfords. There were many dolls in the room. All of them were put through some sort of torture, like dolls being placed on spikes and such. Even though they were just dolls, it looked like they were crying out in agony. It was really creepy. I ran up the stairs and made my way into the next room.
I heard a faint moaning, but I didn't bother with it. I walked away from the source of the sound and walked towards the door. I heard a gunshot that made me jump.
"Next time I won't miss..." a female voice hissed. I couldn't tell who it was.
"W-wait!" another voice cried. I knew immediately whose voice that belonged to. It was Claire. I shoved the door open.
"What's going on here?" I demanded. I caught a glimpse of a tall, blonde haired woman holding a rifle. She fired at me before I had time to react. I felt the bullet cut through my arm and immediately clutched it in pain. Not as bad as a dog bite, but it still stung. I grabbed my submachine guns and returned fire. She screamed and disappeared through a secret door.
I saw Claire behind me. I looked at where the bullet struck. It wasn't serious.
"After her," I told her. I wanted more payback for what that crazy woman did. I began to wonder if the woman I shot at was Alexia, but Alexia had disappeared a long time ago...
"Are you okay?" she asked. I nodded.
"I'm fine, it's just a scratch," I walked over to the door and pushed it open. We both entered. I saw a dress with blood on it on the bed. I looked under the bed for any clues about the mysterious woman we had met. Claire walked past me.
"Hey, what's this?" Claire asked. I walked over to her and she held up a blonde wig.
"I dunno. Maybe it belonged to that woman. Maybe she's bald," I guessed. Claire laughed a little.
"Maybe we should go give it to her?" she suggested. I was about to respond when I heard a loud cry from somewhere in the room. A strange man dressed in red and holding a rifle leaped down from the bed canopy. Claire got out of the way before he landed on her. I violently shoved him away. I pointed the submachine guns at him.
"It's Alfred," Claire said to me. So we finally meet, Mr. Ashford. I wanted to kill him right there and then, for running this prison, and if that woman was Alexia...
I saw Alfred staring at his reflection in the mirror with wide horrified eyes. He gently touched the mirror. It was then I noticed he was wearing lipstick and eye-liner.
"No...It can't be..." he whispered. He touched his own face. He shrieked and ran out the door, slamming it behind him.
"Wait a second. What just happened?" I asked Claire. I was completely lost.
"So there never was an Alexia after all!" she exclaimed. It struck me. Alfred thought he was Alexia?
"You mean he thinks he's two people? Okay! That's it! Let's get out of here," I definitely didn't want to stay here with a crazy guy like that. To make matters worse, I heard something I did not want to hear over the speakers.
"The self-destruct system has been activated. All personnel please evacuate immediately."