Resident Evil: Corruption

Disclaimer: Resident Evil is Copyright Capcom. All ideas are meant to be original and hopefully it doesn't look like II copied off of someone.

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Sweet Sunshine Memories

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Claire let out an exasperated sigh. The cozy room wasn't soothing her raging mind. Of course, it doesn't work when you have windows that open to steel. It was depressing, how none of them were allowed to leave their hidden headquarters with an empty warehouse in London unless for a good reason. They couldn't risk being seen, especially so close to Umbrella's headquarters. There was no chance the science company could find them, however, as the door to their underground base was concealed and had at least six passwords to go with it, each of them changed daily. The elevator that the door concealed was made and reinforced by many layers of different metals, constructing it nearly impossible to break through. This was all given to them by some man named Trent. It was especially designed for their rebel group. Chris, the unofficial leader of the group, had been reluctant at first to take it, but after the French Government wanted them out, they didn't have much of a choice. Trent was intimidating, but somehow they could tell that he was on their side. Maybe.

The 19-year old ran a hand through her hair. She hadn't been outside for days. The air inside their new "house" was clean and fresh, but not earthy fresh. More like filtered fresh. She hadn't seen the sky for days, the sun for weeks. The group, now called AURA, a.k.a. Anti-Umbrella Rebel Agency, had made a few rules to insure their secrecy. One of them was to clear it with Chris or Barry if they wanted to leave, and another was that they could only go outside at night. Luckily, Trent supplied them with an adequate amount of food supplies, and even blankets and clothes. Most of the time, the group wore their old clothes from their past battles, but at times they wore their new clothing. Claire herself was wearing a pair of form fitting black boot cut pants, slightly healed black lace up shin-high boots, and a dark silver vest that had "Now I'm Here" written is black cursive and a red-haired archer in heels aiming its bow and arrow. The vest was like her old one, except less revealing so that she didn't need to wear a shirt under it. Her hands were also clothed in black gloves that went just past her wrists.

Claire hadn't been outside for some time, as her brother was worried that she would go off on her home. He even proved this by putting her room furthest from the entry. It made her depressed, how she was starting to forget what it was like to have the sun glaze her skin, warming her body gently, to have the endless sky above, the open space giving out the sense of freedom. The last time she had been "outside" was when she had sneaked out while Chris was having a conference with the group, the night before Leon had left. As soon as she had gotten out of the elevator, and past all the junk that helped hide the entrance, she stopped to gaze out the ceiling of the warehouse, which most of it was made of glass. She only saw the sky, most of it including its moon hidden by many clouds, but she could've sworn she say a few stars….

As she started to near the door to the true outside world, someone had shouted at her. It was Billy, who had just left the elevator, with Rebecca and Jill behind him. Something had overcome her, making her shake her head no, and she started back toward the door. Jill and Rebecca had caught up to her when she was halfway across the room, and both had grabbed her arms. By now the moon had revealed itself, the moonlight shining down on the three, but Claire didn't have the chance to look at it. She struggled with them, wanting to get out of this place more than ever, and her desire for freedom made her get just that. She had managed to pull herself free from Jill and Rebecca, then started out to a full run. Jill signaled Rebecca to give chase, who did so. Claire was nearly at the door, the handle almost in grasp, when something had grabbed her waist, bringing her down to the floor. Rebecca had lunged and successfully nabbed Claire, who was trying to wrestle her off.

"No!" Claire had yelled. Desire had become desperation. As she began to release Rebecca's grip, Billy and Jill had caught up to her, followed by Chris, Barry, Leon, and Ark. It took all four men to hold her down, and Rebecca even had had to take a weak tranquilizer from Billy to use on Claire, who was risking attracting attention.

When she succumbed to the drug, Chris and Leon had picked her up and taken her to her room where the medicine wore off almost immediately. Chris almost began yelling at her, telling her how she could have given them all away. As he continued, his voice had started to get softer, even more so when he noticed tears forming in Claire's eyes. He looked ashamed of himself, and was about to tell her something when Barry ran in, saying Chris needs to go with him. Apparently it was urgent. Chris had looked back at her sister, sorrow finally written on his face, then left. Claire had just sat up on her bed the entire time, to confused to do anything. A moment or two later, Leon had walked in. She was laying down on her bed, unshed tears still forming, as if threatening to spill. Leon, wearing blank pants, shoes, shirt, and over-shirt had sat on the side of her bed, his soft blue eyes giving her some comfort. He whispered her name, sadness etched on his features, and reached for her hand, rubbing it to make her feel better. She sat up and looked into his eyes for a moment, then the next, had jumped into his arms, crying. Leon looked shocked from the action, then slowly put his arms around her, the look still there.

"Sh…. Claire.. It's alright…" he had whispered, running a hand through her locks of hair.

"Leon…" she cried. "Why can't this be over…?" With that she buried her head further into his chest.

"I know Claire…" he said smoothly. "I want this over with too… I know you haven't been outside for who knows how long. None of us have. But we're stuck down here until we can stop Umbrella. And we will." He added sureness in his voice.

"It's just….. I miss the old days….. Before I left to go to Raccoon… I was just your average teenager who dealt with college and liked motorcycles…. And now, I'm an outcast, hidden from the rest of the world, trying to survive each moment, and I can't even go outside….."

"Claire…" He said, slightly in awe.

"I can't go outside, Leon," she repeated. "Something I could do everyday of my life… And not even think twice about either…… I've been in this building - no, this room ever since I got back from Antarctica. An entire month. I can't even remember what a sunny day looks like…I just can't take it anymore….." She finally fell back into her sobs, and Leon rocked her gently back and forth, resting his head on her shoulder.

"You're right, Claire… Now that I think of it, the rest of us have been outside more than you, even though it was still dark. Chris is worried about you, which is probably why he doesn't want you to be outside as much as the rest of us. I'll talk to him for you. Now here," he started, picking Claire up and resting her on the bed. He got up and started out the door. "Stay there, I'll be right back."

While he was gone, Claire had laid there trying to clear her thoughts when the door opened again. It was Leon again, this time with a glass of something steaming.

"Here," he soothed, handing her the glass as she sat up. "It's a special kind of tea my mother used to make me every time I was upset when I was a kid." He gave a soft grin. "Hopefully it'll still work."

Claire took a sip, the sweet-smelling drink helping to rid her mind of the memories of the past. She slowly drank all of it, and Leon took the cup from her, setting it on the table.

"It's getting late, and you've had a long night. You should get some sleep," he smiled, going into the closet and pulling out a comforter. He tucked her in, Claire drifting deeper off into sleep by the moment. Before she had, however, she reached out for Leon's hand, grabbing it.

"Leon…?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks." She gave him a weak smile. Leon returned the favor, and gave her a kiss on the forehead. Afterward, he picked up the glass and turned off the light. Before leaving, he turned around.

"Claire, this is going to be a long war, but I know we can win it. Just hold on a little longer Claire."

Claire snapped back to reality, the memory fading away. She could here talking in the front of their base. Chris, Jill and Barry must have gotten back. She gazed out her door, which was just cracked open, just enough for her to see shadows in the hall. From what she could tell, Barry, Carlos, and Ark had just entered Chris's computer room, which was right across the hall. There were some sounds from within the room, like people taking something apart. Then, the three came out with different parts of Chris's computer. Chris himself came up to them, Jill right behind him.

"Where should we put this, Chris?" questioned Ark.

"Dunno, any ideas?"

"There's the empty room with the table, amigo, toward the back of the base," Carlos suggested,

"Sounds good, might was well since there's nothing there." Ark, Barry, and Carlos nodded, and headed out deeper into the hall. Chris turned to Claire's door and gently opened it a bit.

"Claire?" He whispered. He fully opened the door, entering with Jill. Claire was on the bed, apparently asleep. Chris smiled and sat on the side of the bed.

"Sleeping like a child," he said, stroking her hair.

"Yeah," Jill smirked. "Hard to tell she can kick so much ass." Chris laughed a bit at this.

"Heh, yeah, I just can't wait until this is over with. It's been so much for her, Jill. I'm just worried about how much more she can take."

"You worry too much Chris. Sometimes, being overprotective is really bad. She's a tough cookie, a Redfield, and we all know Redfields don't go down with a fight." She rested her hand on his shoulder.

"Yeah, you're right." He stood up. "Come on, Barry and everyone else needs our help getting ready."

"Does Claire know what's going on?"

"No, I was going to tell her."

"Well, just remember to tell her in the morning."

"Will do, let's go."

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Ok, REALLY HOPING that the problem has been sorted out. For those of you who don't know, my fanfic, though updated, wouldn't show up. Hopefully it's fixed.

I still need input on:

How much gore

And

What Kind of Couplings

Thnkx to:

Claire Burnside267: Aww, you're not sadistic. I mean, a little blood ands gore won't hurt anyone… Cept maybe a zombie or something. Oh well.:\ Aww, good fanfic of mine *blush* Thanks. ^_^ And yes, keep writing those fanfics!! ^_~

PLEASE GIVE ME COUPLINGS PEOPLE! If you don't tell me the couplings, then I'll pick them myself, and you won't like thaaaaaaaaat... lol kk mayeb you would, oh well.

This WILL be a Claire/Steve. I can't change it, since it's half the plot. *shruggs sheepishly*

Due to all the problems with updating the fic, once they are sorted, I'll do something special for you guys at the end. ^_^ There's going to be a piecing section, where I find random bits from the fic, just small little musings and stuff. There might be a blooper section (oooo 'nother contest!) but if you guys have any ideas on what you want, tell me in your reviews! Just no lemon's or anything. Keep it clean (or as clean as blood can get ^_~).

I've decided I'm going to do a claire/leon fanfic after this, using the flashback here. It'll be like this one, except, well, I'll explain later. But it won't have Steve in it, and the main character will be Leon, who instead of going after the Progenitor virus, will be going elsewhere.

Contest is still going on. If we don't get enough people to sign up in it, then the way I'm doing it is first place gets to pick what they want from the below, second place gets second pick of what's left, and so on and so on.

4th: Gang leader

3rd: Young sister of on of the story characters

2nd: Scientist

1st: Survivor of an attack that will help the group (they will die though)

Runners up get to make zombies.

Current Standings:

Claire Burnside267: 27

Resident-Evil-Babe: 25

These numbers are TAKEN so please don't pick them.