Sometimes They Come Back
Chapter Four:
by diddly day
Disclaimer: Not mine, Duh.
Sweat ran down her face as she leaned her forehead against the cool concrete wall. Her lungs hurt and her side ached as she slowly slid to the floor. Brushing the hair away from her face, she gazed around the room, eyes trying to focus. Then she realized where she was. The Raccoon Police Station.
No, no. Why was she here again? The air grew denser as the room started to spin. She clutched the grenade luncher close to her side. It was heavier than she remembered, so heavy, that her moist hands couldn't clutch it any tighter as it fell to the floor.
Don't give up. Never give up.
But she could already feel her body crumpling onto the floor. Just as she was about to sink into eternal despair, Leon. If she was here, so was he! Regaining the last ounce of strength she maintained, she threw her body up. She reached out for her gun when she felt the gold barrel and a sharp clicking noise of a gun pressing against her temple. Her blue eyes trailed up the body to see who held her captive. . .the lights sunk into blackness.
The gun pressed deeper into her temple, warning if she did anything stupid, she'd be dead. Her body went deathly still. She could hear her own heart thudding, ready to explode in her chest. The presser left her temple and she could hear footsteps, the click of heels, walking backwards.
The feeling was as it was the day she got attacked, only much worse. Her eyes, trying to focus in the dark, failed when they got a spark of light and a hint of sulfur in her nostrils. The glow of the lit matched filled the room. All breath in her body left as her eyes held all terror.
A figure, holding a match far from their face. The shadows hid it at all cost. Nevertheless she could make out the face kneeling on the floor in front of this unknown horror.
Leon.
His head was bowed and his eyes were closed. Her blood turned to ice her eyes cast the glint of silver the shaded stranger held with their other hand. Everything went into slow motion. The mysterious hand clenching the revolver pointed at Leon's head. The light was waning as she saw Leon's eyes open and gaze at hers. His mouth formed her name.
"Claire."
Soundless as death.
Unconsciously, she was crawling towards him. In one swift moment, her life was destroyed as a bullet shrieked it's way toward Leon, ripping into his skin. Warm blood spilled over her as she saw his once, beautiful face, now lying on the floor in a thousand pieces. His lifeless body collapsed onto the floor of the Raccoon main hallway. She prayed for death, she cried for death.
Tears gushed it's way down her face. She forced herself to look at him once more. Then she
heard it. A noise. A terrible, ear piercing sound, that was filled with such woe, it seemed to last forever. It was only until that her throat burned and her lugs ran out of air, did she realize it was her own heart wenching shrill.
I I I
She was screaming.
He was woken by her soft gasps, and harsh breathing, but then she let out a terrifying shriek that shook him to his very soul. Leon instantly rolled over in bed and grabbed Claire's delicate form. Tears where streaming from her eyes as her cries turned into sobs. He gently at first tried to shake her awake, but she only held onto him harder and let her wails become earth-shattering. He found himself wrapping his arms around her body and cradling her head.
"Claire! Wake up," he hummed softly in her ear. Immediately, her weeping subsided as he began
to whisper words of comfort in her ear.
"It's okay," he repeated over and over again. "Everything's okay. It was just a dream. You're safe now."
How could a good night become so terrorizing? They had just made love a few hours before. And now she was having the worst reaction to a nightmare he had ever seen. He could feel her arms sliding up his shoulders. Still holding onto her, he pulled back and gazed into her eyes. She stared back, as if shocked to see his face.
"Claire?"
As her name left his mouth, he could see the shock in her icy blue eyes turn into relief. She closed them and rested her head back on the headboard of the bed.
He didn't think as he leaned over and kissed her bare shoulder. Her eyes snapped open and she seized his face, kissing him in such passion that it startled him. She ran her hands threw his hair and down his back. Why was she kissing him this way? As if he had died and had come back to life. He was just starting to recover from his shock when the door shook.
"Leon! Claire! Is everything alright?" Chris's muffled voice came through the door.
However, Claire didn't seem to hear it because her hands only tightened around his back and her lips rubbed religiously over his lips, neck and shoulders.
"Claire," Leon muttered between kisses, "Chris is out there!"
She stopped.
"I'm coming in!" Chris's voice demanded.
"No! Chris, I'm alright," Claire cried weakly at the door.
They slipped on their robes and walked quickly to the bed room door.
"What's wrong? I heard screaming!"
The sight of Chris was quite an odd one. There he stood, his hair messy. He wasn't alone, there stood Jill and Rebecca and the rest of the group in their evening wear. Ada looked as though she had just walked out of a Victoria Secret catalog. The men kept glancing at her while the girls eyes her enviously.
"I just had a nightmare Chris, that's all," Claire said softly, but calmly.
"That didn't sound like any ordinary nightmare," Barry blurted out.
"We could hear you all the way down stairs! Scared the shit outta me!" Rebecca looked as if she was gonna have a heart-attack.
Ada stayed perfectly quite and posed gazing at Claire. Leon could see Claire shift her weight in discomfort.
"What's going on? Who's screaming?" Sherry's head bounced up the stairs.
"Everything's fine Sherry, go back to bed," Carlos said as he smiled warmly at her.
"Are you sure?" She was standing on the staircase, arm on the railing.
"Get back to bed," Ada snapped at her. Sherry's head jerked at the tone in Ada's voice. "Sorry," It was a quick apology, but it must of been good enough, because everyone kept their mouths shut.
"Goodnight," Sherry said to all of them, but her angry eyes never leaving Ada for one minute. They all shifted back to Claire.
"Are you sure you're okay?" asked Chris again.
"Yes! It's no big deal, I've had dreams like that a million times." Although Claire's carefree tone was convincing, it didn't persuade her older brother.
"Is that true Leon?" Chris was staring suspiciously at both of them.
"I- "
Leon looked over at Claire who had a pleading look in her eyes. Not being able to be humiliated in front her friends and family over a dream. For them not too worry. Leon didn't feel that way, but if he could shield her from feeling like that, he would do anything.
"Yeah, she has them all the time, it's no big deal," he lied.
"Okay." Chris seemed satisfied. "Lets go to sleep. Sweet dreams."
Claire snorted at his comment. Ada was the last to leave, with her and Claire glaring at each other until she was out of sight.
Shutting the door behind him, Leon rested his head against the door. Claire, walking swiftly passed him, sat on the bed with a heavy sigh. He looked at her. She looked totally out of it.
Her blue eyes looked as deep and dark as the ocean.
Still waters run deep
He had no idea what that meant until he had met Claire. Lost in thought, hair framing her beautiful face, at the same time, she looked terrified. The same look after every nightmare. Only this one was worse, this one scared him to the point were he'd had enough.
"What was it about this time? And don't you dare give me that tired old excuse. It was not about
the same thing as you always say." His voice was soft, but firm.
Claire looked at him, she looked so warn. She just shook her head and pulled her robe around her tighter. Leon carefully sat down on the bed next to her. He leaned in close. A hand coming out to stroke her back.
"Please," he begged. "Please don't shut me out now."
"I can't-" her voice hitched. Bending so his face was resting on the side of hers. It must have
been bad.
"There's nothing to be embarrassed about. I've had them too. We all have."
She just shook her head and made an effort to pull away from him. Wrapping his arms around her, firmer he held her. The warmth that was made by them seemed to relax her.
"You died," she stifled out. He stopped.
"What?" Died?
"We were back in Raccoon. Someone, held a gun to your face." She shrank closer to him. "They blew your head off."
The air rushed out of him. "I could see it happening, I could feel your blood on my face, smell your scent as you fell down dead with me weeping over you." She seemed to be having a hard time breathing.
"Honey, I'm here." Trying to sooth her nerves, he reached out to her face and pulled it gently to his, in a soft, tender kiss. "I'm not going anywhere."
She stroked his cheek, as if trying to make sure he was really there.
"Usually when we make love, you don't have nightmares," he said once she eased.
"I know, I feel content. But tonight. . ." she kissed his neck. "I realized I don't know what I would do if I lost you."
"Trust me, the feeling's mutual," his mouth suddenly curved into a wicked grin. "Since I failed to relax you tonight, give me one last chance? Please?"
"Oh," Claire replied with fake wariness as her lips brushed his, "all right."
I I I
"Carlos what are you doing?" Jill asked at breakfast the next morning. He looked up at her from
his paper and pen.
"I'm just writing to tell my girl friend it's over," he replied.
"Ah you men!" Rebecca shouted standing at the counter making eggs. "You're all the same."
"I hope you're letting her down easy bro," Chris stated glaring at him. "Ya know, something that says goodbye, but makes her feel loved."
"Oh how sweet!" The touch of sarcasm in Carlos's voice made Rebecca snicker. "Hey, I'm a pro at writing sensitive love letters."
Rebecca passed him holding her plate of eggs in hand. She stopped and looked over at Carlos's paper.
"Dear Baby," she read aloud. "Welcome to Dumpsville. Population: You." she swatted the back of his head with her hand. "How poetic. Woe to the woman who dates you."
"Where is Leon and Claire?" asked Jill curiously.
"Asleep, they didn't get much sleep last night I'll bet," Rebecca said as she sat down to eat her food. Chris's eyes got wide.
"What do you mean by that?"
"Leon got some!" Carlos shouted, smiling. Chris covered his ears.
"Oh come on Chris!" Jill yelled so he could hear her. "They're newly weds. That's how it's supposed to be!"
"Yeah, I don't need to hear about it."
"Speaking of where people are? Where's Ada?" asked Barry, coming into the kitchen and joining
the conversation.
"She went to go grab a paper," Jill replied.
"I can't believe she said that to Sherry last night," Rebecca shook her head as she said the words, shoving a fork full of eggs into her mouth.
"Yeah, but you can't blame her, she was just in a bad mood," said Barry. "You would be too if you had been woken up by a blood curdling scream. Oh wait, you were."
"Oh, Barry. Sweet, sweet Barry, always trying to find the good in everyone," Jill tittered.
At that instant, they all heard Sherry's soft steps descending down the stairs. She looked as if she hadn't gotten a wink of sleep. Her eyes, red and scratchy, and her face was a bit smeared.
"Whoa, Sherry, you okay?" asked Carlos. Her eyes snapped over to him, her slits narrowed even further, as she spoke slowly.
"Have you ever heard cats getting it on?" Jill's mouth dropped open and Rebecca busted out in laughter. "There are the worst beasts out there, outside my window, from 2 AM to 5 AM. It's like the hot spot for cats or something!"
"Maybe you heard Leon and Claire," Carlos joked.
"Shut up," Chris said in a sing-song voice, not looking up from his magazine.
Just then they heard the front door open. Smoothly, Ada walked in carrying a news paper in one hand, and a cup of coffee in the other. She stopped as she saw Leon and Claire declining the stair case.
"Sleep well?" Ada asked as she dropped the paper down the end table.
"Yes, thank you," Claire replied politely.
"I hope you did as well," Leon chimed in as they reached the bottom of the stairs.
"Like the dead," Ada stated airlyas she walked passed them. Leon winced and shot Claire a slick glance. They walked into the kitchen and sat around the table.
"So now that everyone is up," Chris welcomed as they all pulled up a seat, "what are we going
to do about our little problem?"
"I suggest we try to stop Wesker at the source," Ada proposed. "Nexxus."
"And just where is the main branch of Nexxus located?" Rebecca asked. Ada stayed silent for a
moment.
"Italy."
Her answer was short. Sherry's eyes lit up.
"Really?" Her voice wasn't excited, but held a trace of amusement. Ada's eyes roamed over everyone in the room.
"What do you think?"
"I think it's time for another trip," Chris smiled as Carlos banged his head against the table, and Claire berried her head in Leon's shoulder.
I I I
"Why are we taking two planes again?" Jill asked as they stood out side loading their stuff onto the small jet plane.
"Because the second plane is to full with all of us, and Ada's had this "special" pilot. She has to direct him where we are going."
"Yes and we all know it's rocket science to get to Italy." Chris said with a smirk.
"Do any of you know how to fly?" Barry retorted. No one said anything, except Chris who raised his hand. Barry chose to ingor him. "That's what I thought."
"Just as long as she's not flying with us," Claire mumbled, her eyes sheered over to the shape of Ada, talking to one of the men working on the engine.
"Come on Claire, she saved you life. You could cut her a little slack." Chris touched her shoulder lightly.
"No, don't cut her any slack," Sherry vented as she tossed her head from side to side.
"You're right, I should. "Claire put her hand over her eyes. "But she makes me nervous. Plus, I don't like the fact that she is constantly hitting on my husband."
Chris nodded his head sympathetically.
"What?" Leon asked walking up to the group.
"Oh speaking of the devil," Claire grinned slyly.
"And as hansom as one too," he returned, pulling her close and giving her a light kiss.
"I am not sitting by them on the plane." Rebecca shouted so Claire and Leon could get the hint. "You two are disgusting to be around. You know that?"
"What are we going to do when we get there?" Jill said as she walked onto the plane.
"I guess we'll figure it out when we get to Italy," Chris said as he followed her. As they all got on the plane, Jill rested her head and closed her eyes.
This was going to be a long trip.
I I I
Ada shifted uncomfortably in her seat as the plane sped onward. Her eyes traveled up the pilots young features. She held a cast of relief knowing that everyone else was on another jet.
"I take it your set on completing you next assignment?" A deep voice said behind her coming out of the cockpit. She didn't turn around.
"Whatever it takes," she replied.
"Good girl."
Ada shifted herself so she was meeting him.
"And what about you Wesker? What does your mission require of you?" Wesker smiled. His wolf-like fangs now visible in the soft light.
"To make sure you don't do anything stupid."
"Sounds like a simple task."
Wesker's smile faded.
"And your only task is to lead them to me!" Ada gave him a cheeky smile. "I hope you do as well on this mission as you did the last time, with that Redfield girl," Wesker finished.
"I told you, you can depend on me."
"Good to know. You fit nicely with us, Miss Wong, if I do say so myself," Wesker's grin returned.
"What about that male?"
"Burnside? Don't you worry about him. He will be of great used to us in the future."
"He sure can fly a jet."
Ada and Wesker's mouth curved in a wicked smile as they looked at the young man flying their plane.
To be continued. . .
A/N: Okay. Hope you liked it. That whole cat thing was from personal experience. Long story. Also, I had to put in one of my favorite Simpsons quote in this chapter. Can you find it?
agent182: Hey, Glad you liked it! That was so cool about what you said to me about making the
characters reactions realistic. It's nice to get that once in a while. Thanks for reviewing.
REM: Well, I think it's pretty clear now what side of the fence Ada is on. hehe. That was so nice
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tre0220: Oh, you blushed last time! So I won't put you first. I wouldn't want to embarrass you.
Thank you for all the wonderful things you said. The Rage virus will be in upcoming chapters, so
you will know how it works later on. I'm happy to say I converted you to be a Claire lover.
Welcome to the light! JK. I read most of your stuff as well, I must say you're a awesome writer,
I just need to review.I love you last review, it made my day, thanks a bunch!
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