Sometimes they Come Back
By diddly day
A/N: Okay, time for chapter 11. I'm glad you all like the last one. Anyway, I hope you like this one as well. Sorry once again for the delay, I've had finals. Errrr.
In the process of re-writing this, some of the words got a little jumbled together. I think it has something to do with changing the format. I have gone through and corrected this, but I'm not sure if I got them all. So please excuse any further mistakes.
Disclaimer: NOT MINE
Chapter 11
"Ouch! Please Chris, not so hard on the ribs," Claire pleaded as he hauled her up the steps, back into the room where Steve had led her not so long ago.
Her head rolled as blood ran down her face. Steve looked back from time to time as if he were looking for someone. Afraid that someone might pop up out of nowhere.
"Sorry," Chris whispered.
They entered the door right next to the one that Claire had confronted Ada in. Chris was surprised to find that the room was filled with computer monitors. TV screens filled the wall as angles of different parts of the lab popped up on each screen.
"Where's Ada?" Claire breathed.
She leaned her broken body against the wall. She felt Chris's arm tighten around her as she changed her weight from one foot to the other. The sting of pain filled her stomach, within seconds she could feel a warm liquid in her throat again, blood spilling from her lips and down her chin.
"She's - Oh Claire!" Steve rushed to her side and propped her against the padded wall. "She's locked in the room down the hall, I knocked her out before I left."
"I'm okay," her voice gurgled from the blood still oozing out of her mouth.
"We need to get her to a hospital." Chris's shaky voice was low and grave.
"And how do you purpose we do that?" Steve almost shouted. He sounded as scared as Chris. He turned and fiddled with one of the computers in the corner of the room. "We are stuck here in the middle of the Alps!"
"There's a base not far from here. I saw it on the map. If we get her there, we can get to a hospital!" Chris held dramatically onto his sister, having no idea the pain he was causing her.
Steve stopped typing, his head whipped around making his hair hang freely in his emerald eyes. His one brow raised.
"Well, that changes everything."
He began to typ furiously, his fingers pounding on the keyboard.
"What are you doing?" Claire asked, her head resting against the wall. Sweat and blood mixed in her hair, causing it to cling to her face.
"I'm typing in the codes to release the automatic locks. So we can get your friends out." His face never left the computer screen.
"Why are you doing this?" Chris asked. For that second Steve stopped. "Why are you helping us? What made you change?"
Steve looked Chris up and down, his eyes then gazed at Claire.
"I was never working for them. You'd think I'd forget what they did to me? If it weren't for Nexxus, or Umbrella, I would've never been in this shit to begin with." He turned back to the computer. "I'd tried to warn you earlier, but things got. . .err, in the way."
"At least we got that cleared up," Chris muttered to himself.
"Ah ha! Got it!"
The loud cracking sound of Steve banning his hands together made Claire's eyes snap open.
"The doors are unlocked." His grin reached ear to ear.
There was another loud cracking sound, but this time it wasn't Steve's hands. The side of the computer monitor beside him blew apart, and gun smoke-filled Claire's nostrils. Steve's hands flew up over his head as he ducked down onto the ground. Chris spun around to find his face centimeters from a gun barrel.
"You little shit!"a wounded Ada Wong shrieked at Steve, her gun smacking Chris in the face as she turned it onto the young man on the ground.
"Oh damn," Steve vented. He looked up at the insane sight of Ada.
"Traitor! You pulled the wool over my eyes, but I'll get you for that!"
Ada raised her gun again but Chris's arm was too quick as it lashed out and grabbed it. It only was a second, but it seemed to last forever. Claire was moving in slow motion. The scene of the Ada and Chris struggling, Steve getting off the floor to help Chris and herself, making a pitiful attempt to help Chris.
Then . . .
The gun went off. Everything flashed back into motion as Chris fell to his knees, clutching his leg. Ada's gun whipped at Steve. Another shot. Steve flew back onto the ground, blood leaching down his shoulder.
"You bitch!" Claire lurched forward but stopped as she the rim of the gun was now pointed at her.
Ada's eyes looked as if she were about to go insane with fury, but the fog was lifted from her eyes as she saw Claire's blood, broken, and battered shape.
"I see hubby got to you first," Ada smiled. "Look at you. You can barely stand let alone walk."
"Don't you touch her," Chris grunted from the floor. His pants were now dark from the blood.
"Shut up!" Ada snapped. "I never pictured your end would be this fun." She raised the gun a little bit higher. Claire shut her eyes. But death never came. "Lets make it a little more fun," Ada grinned, that insane, narcissistic, evil grin at Claire.
Claire turned her head to look at Steve. He was trying to lift his head to look at her, and Chris, clenching his upper leg, his face bright red with pain.
She was to blame. Claire might as well have pulled the trigger. None of this would've happened if she just hadn't let Ada beat her in the bathroom. But everything had changed now. Right now, she would've done anything to protect the people she loved, and if that meant playing Ada sadistic games, then so be it.
"What?" All air escaped her lungs. Ada pressed the gun to her temple. Pressing it so to direct her to the door, she reached her hand out and opened the door.
"Go," was all she said.
Claire stood at her in utter shock. Afraid to speak, Claire just stood there, dumbfounded.
"Go, lets so how far you can get without getting killed." Ada had gone insane. That's all there was to it. "This should be fun to watch you die."
"No," she wasn't going to leave them. Not even if it meant her life.
"Do it or I'll kill them," Ada stated smoothly and firmly.
She pointed the gun at her brother and friend. Claire couldn't control her legs, they were wondering out the door, before she could protest it slammed in her face. There she stood in, in the cold, harsh hall of an underground lab.
It hurts to walk.
It hurts to breathe.
Why?
Why the hell did this have to happen to her? It took every ounce of strength not to fall on the ground and cry like a five-year-old. She limped down the corridor, pressing against the wall for support. Blood smeared as she pressed forward, making it easy for her to slide along the hall. What could she do? There had to be something that she could do to help her friends.
The doors. They are unlocked, remember? Steve did it and Ada doesn't know.
She could easily use Barry, Jill, Rebecca and Carlos to help her. As soon as the thought took hold of her mind, Claire pressed forward. She was going to make it. She was going to live.
Opening the door to the hall to where she and Leon had had their battle, she expected to find him sprawled out on the ground. Head wounded and body bleeding. Her eyes bulged at the sight she suffered. She looked at the white floor.
No Leon.
A few brown and dark red smeared stains dashed on the floor where his body had once been. Claire could feel her jaw twitter. Her legs felt heavier than they did when she was running away from Leon. Her mouth suddenly seemed very dry. She desperatly wanted a glass of water. And her neck felt tenser than she could ever remember.
He was somewhere.
She began walking as briskily as she could down the hallway. All the while ignoring the terrible pain in her legs, lungs, and chest. It felt as though a small shock flew to her brain, and she became suddenly very tired. But he was here, roaming about somewhere. . .
Maybe he had gotten to the others first. No, Claire didn't want to think about that. He was probably down by the boiler room, looking for Claire. A terrible feeling vulnerability washed through her. She didn't have anything. Her gun had been lost along with Ada's mind. And He was here, roaming about the lab. All she had to do was get to her friends in their cells. They could protect her from Leon.
Something moved behind her.
She continued to stagger down the corridor.
Just keep moving. Just keep moving.
She heard something groan, and it scuttered out of the shadows.
Claire wheeled around to see Leon's shattered shape standing no more then twenty feet behind her. His head in his hands.
Run! her brain screamed. He's going to kill you! Run!
But she couldn't run. Her legs where to battered, she could hardly walk. She backed up against the wall in terror. Her eyes never leaving Leon. He wavered a little, his body looking extremly pale. Leon's hands fell to his sides as he looked at her. As soon as his blue eyes met hers, her horror flaired within her. Claire's legs hobbled down the hallway.
"Claire," he wheezed. It sounded weak, ill, faint.
She couldn't breathe. Every step she took sent splintering pain through her shins and kneecaps.
He was behind her. They were back where they started. Only this time, she didn't have the strength to fight him again. There was no way she could spare his life again if she was given the oppertunity. Until now, Claire had managed to hold onto a small bit of hope that she and her friends would get out of here alive. But now she was gave up. Leon was gone. Her Leon was gone. . . .
Get away, get away. Don't die, just don't die.
"Claire!" he screeched louder. Tears were flowing down her face.
I'm not going to die.
He staggering right behind her.
"Claire!"
Closer and closer.
I will not let. . .Him kill me.
"Claire!"
Just get to Barry. Just get to Jill. Just get away!
"Claire!"
Large hands wrapped around her. The pain in her stomach returned. His hot stomach pressed over her back. She could feel his knees knocking withthe back of her legs as he grabbed her. Pain shot through her shins and her knees gave way.
They fell.
She could feel his body crashing on top of her as they smashed against the floor. Lava splashed from her lips as she coughed up more blood. Everything became instantly hazy. It was difficult to fight off her dizziness. She couldn't breathe. Not through her tears, not through her screams. Not to the monster she had once called her husband on top of her.
She was not going to die. She was not going to give up. Flipping herself on to her back, she faced him. His chest pressed firmly over hers. Strands of his bloody hair brushing her face. His ragged breath surging over her skin.
"No!" she yelled. She clawed at him, scratched, pushed, anything to get him off her. "Get off! Get off!" She began to pound her fist's against him.
"Claire!" She felt him grab her wrists.
"Get off me. GET OFF!" she howled. She didn't realize it, but something in the way he held her wrists, it was different. He wasn't gripping her as hard. . . .
"Claire," his voice wasn't mad, insane, or crazy.
She stopped. She stopped was time to give for her part to end.
And he didn't touch her.
The tears began to flow once more, as her sobs turn to heart wrenching wails. She cried so hard, so hard it made her chest and stomach hurt. She waited for his fists to come raining down on her, but instead she felt his hands slip from her wrists to her shoulders. Lightly squeezing her tense arms. It felt good. She felt as if he were draining her of stress.
Cracking her eyes open, she looked at him. His figure blurry through her tears. She tried to blink them away, but more came. One of his hands left her shoulder and brushed her eyes, wiping her tear stained face. She stared at him in awe. His face was caked in blood.
"Claire?" Leon Kennedy said.
Blinking away her tears, he squinted at him. His lips were trembling. The deep red surrounding his irises were gone. His eyes weren't burning blue anymore. They were deep and stormy. Like the ocean. . . like she remembered.
Claire could feel him exhale as he matched her breathing with his own. His chest rising and falling gently. His soft fingers were moving down her back. Claire held her breath. . . .so did he. Something was oozing out of the side of her mouth, but she didn't care. Her eyes frantically searched Leon's. The way his eyebrows netted together, he looked so familiar.
Is it. . . is he really. . .my -
"Honey," he hushed.
He was gazing at her with the same expression he held after they made love. Claire began to inhale dramatically. His heart was pounding against hers. And his lips were inches away from her own. Leon's eyelashes fluttered lightly over her skin and he carefully moved closer. His hands gripped her hips, and Claire felt strikingly hot. She gazed into his eyes again. . . .
It's him.
A hot wave of love spread through her body like wildfire. His chest was heaving and his face was darker with blood. But the look in his eyes showed nothing but pure love, devotion, and concern.
"Leon?" she finally managed to stifle out.
He peered carefully into her eyes. His lips so close. Silently, he nodded. Dipping his head, his mouth tasted hers lightly. Claire's heart tingled as she savored his flavor. Inhaling softly, he bent forward and kissed her again. He pulled away and stared at her. She was sweating again. Closing her eyes, his lips plucked lightly at hers at first. Then, they twisted and slipped over her mouth.
Claire couldn't help it. She opened her mouth and his tongue snaked its way in, softly grazing over her tongue. The taste of his flesh. The sensation of teeth as she explored his mouth. His gentle breathing growing violent as their lips coiled sensually together. His body growing hot. Leon wrapped his arms excitedly around her and groaned. She crept her hands around his neck. Her bloody fingers roaming though his hair. She kissed the skin below his ear. Her swollen mouth brushing, traveling over the stubble on his face. His rough skin like honey to her mouth. She could taste his sweat and blood. Her damp cheeks pressing against his as her lips roved over his battered, hurt, beautiful face.
He let out a gasp. She didn't care, not one bit. For that moment, Chris, Steve, Ada and the rest were as far from her mind as possible. The only thing, the most important thing in her life, right then and there, was Leon. She tingled as she captured his fiery lips with hers. The bursting sensation of him sent a thrill down her body. Their bloody mouths grazing each others with such passion, that Claire thought even Wesker couldn't stop them. He kissed her back with the same passion, his tongue wrestling with hers. His blood tasted thick and rich. Savoring each other, thirsting for each other. Her lungs were about to explode. That didn't matter, she was willing to drink him in until she passed out.
A surge of wild hormones flooded through her, and her skin flushed. She wanted him. Now. For the first time that night her body was aching with something other than pain. Tugging at his shirt, she tried to pull it over his head. She needed this. She needed him. And she was now extremely hungery.
She was starting to black out from lack of air. But she couldn't stop kissing him. Her body screamed in protest as his mouth pulled away from hers. He gripped his shirt to keep her from peeling it off.
"Stop," he moaned. His face was bright red and his chest heaved against hers.
"No, please," she whispered, touching his waist.
"We can't," he grunted, slightly frustrated. "Not now."
She raised her head to kiss him once more, but he grabbed her shoulders, and gently pushed her back.
"I'm confused, Claire," he started. And for the first time that night, she felt as though he were staring at her properly. "What-who? Who did this to you?"
His warm hands wandered to her back pulling her so she wasn't flat on her back. His face was angry, but not at her. He looked as if he wanted to kill someone.
"I love you," she gasped, sliding a hand over his chest. His hands grasped each side of her face. He stared at her with such passion, stroking each side of her face.
"Claire, who did this to you?" he spoke slowly, trying to get her to concentrate.
Who? Who did this to me?
He didn't remember. She peered at him, studying his face. He had completely forgotten is rage only an hour before. He had entirely erased the memory of strangling her. Hurting her. Killing her.
"Y-you," she blurted out.
That was wrong. She shouldn't have said that. It wasn't Leon who had hurt her. It was that thing. The monster that Ada made him. The dizziness returned, and she clentched onto Leon's shirt to keep her from falling over.
He looked at her with turmoil. Moving her hands from his shirt, she gripped face with her hands, shadowing his actions. His head slightly shook.
"I-what?"
His hands pulled away from her face as if it burned. He paused and his eyes glazed over with such horror that Claire knew that he was remembering something.
"I was injected," he muttered to himself.
"Leon it wasn't you, Okay? It wasn't!" She tried to take it back. His face scrunched in hideous disgust. Those wonderful icy eyes held such shame that it made Claire want to perish with him.
He stumbled back. Sliding further away from her as he could possibly get. Shock cast over his handsome features.
"I-I hurt you?" his voice so soft, so innocent. Tears streamed down his face as he gazed at her blood-stained, abused body. "I did that to you?"
"No. It wasn't your fault," she pleaded. She reached up and wiped her nose with her fist. Crawling to ward and watching her husband.
Leon shut his eyes, his mouth turned down and a woeful grimace. His face breaking out in grisly suffering. The blood on his hands now brown, making his fingers stick together. Cloaking his face with his broken hands, he let out a yelp. Claire could do nothing but watch as the one she loved most on the brink of insanity.
"It's my fault." he choked, his voice muffled through his hands. "My fault. It's always my fault. ALL MY DAMN FAULT!"
"No," Claire slid closer to him.
He caught sight of her moving toward him and sprang to his feet, in a desperate attempt to run away from her. His feet slid on the ground because of the blood that was smeared on the floor, causing him to fall down.
"Go away!" he barked as she caught up to him. He rested his head on the ground. "Get out. Go! Leave me alone before I do. . .before I do that again!"
He started to cry.
She had never seen him weep before. And she never wished to see him weep again. He lay on the floor, curled up and sobbing like a little boy. All of his guilt, sorrow and pain bursting out. All of his insecurities, unsteadiness had now been released and she didn't think that she could take him existing in such misery.
Crawling on all fours, she carefully made his way over to him. Careful not to disturb him any further. Gently, she placed her mangled hands on his tense back. He flinched quickly, but Claire didn't let him go. Gently rubbing his lower back, his suffering seemed to stop for a second.
Tracing her fingers over his spine, she pressed on his tight parts. It wasn't until she heard the moan escape his lips that she leaned forward to his ear. Her cracked lips brushing itlightly as he began to speak.
"You won't do it again, Leon," she murmured. "I helped you, I cured you."
"How? How did you cure me?" he snarled. Claire knew that he wasn't snarling at her. He was snarling at himself. "What cure could possibly undo all that damage?" he waved his arm at her.
"You did nothing wrong," he stayed silent. "I'm not the only one who got damaged. I hurt you as well. Look at yourself."
"It's not the same," Leon responded weakly. He tucked his head further into his hands. "You hurt me so I wouldn't kill you."
She grabbed his hands and brought them down so he was facing her.
"That doesn't matter. Leon, it doesn't I know that you would never hurt me. It wasn't you, Leon, it wasn't you."
She kissed his lips once more. Trying to reassure him that she still loved him. The pain in her stomach returned and she pulled away.
"I love you," Leon choked out.
The two stayed that way for a long while. Their weariness coursing through every fiber of their being. Once or twice, Claire found her eyes drifting shut.
Finally, she moved closer to him. "I know you love me. And you know I love you back."
He didn't say anything. She wondered if he had fallen asleep.
"We need to get going," she sighed remembering Chris and Steve. "A lot has happened."
He stood and pulled her up carefully.
"What is the last thing you remember?" she asked as they started to hobble down the hall.
"We were in the mansion," Leon looked around again. "Where the hell are we?"
"An underground lab. Is the last thing you remember talking to me when we were keeping watch?"
He shook his head.
"No, I was talking to Wesker. They- they put something in me."
"The rage virus," Claire clarified. "And after that?" Leon stopped, he squinted off into the distance.
"It all went black. The next thing I knew, I woke up surrounded in blood and my groin hurt like hell." Claire frowned at this.
"That's it?"
"Well then I saw you and you started to run away from me." He looked distressed, his face
curving into a frown. " At first, I thought Ada had done that to you."
Ada.
"We have to get the rest out!" she heaved as she pushed onwared. Leon nodded, stilll confused, but ready to fight.
"You found them?" So much had happened, in such little time. Claire felt as if she had been stuck in this lab for decades.
"The doors are unlocked. We have to hurry." Leon's arm gripped her as he started to move where Claire told him to go.
"They're through that door." The door flew open, smacking the wall and rattling it.
Leon stopped, dead in his tracks. All the doors to the cells were open. All of her friends were out. At a pile at the end of the hall. Ropes bound their hands and feet. What had happened? How had they all gotten out?
"Hm, glad you could join us," said a man with dark sunglasses as he walked out of one of the open cells, an unconscious Sherry thrown over his should.
"What did you do to them Wesker?" growled Leon. Desperately hanging onto Claire with his bloody fingers.
"Oh Mister Kennedy. I didn't expect to see you so. . . . detached."
Wesker placed Sherry down on top of Jill.
"What did you do?" Leon asked again.
"Nothing, just gave them a little tranquilizer. I can't have them in the way you know. Running around, messing up my plans.
Wesker turned to face Leon and Claire.
"You know, if you want something done right, you have to do it yourself. A saying I live by. Look at Ada, losing her mind and holding your brother and "friend" hostage. Steve betrayed us. But I knew he would. I knew ever since I saved him at that Arctic base that he would break like a twig."
He walked forward to Claire, Leon trying to push her behind him, but she wouldn't budge.
"But you, Mrs. Kennedy, you are much stronger then I thought. Stronger than Ada anyway. You even, somehow, managed to defeat your crazed husband, and cure him at the same time. I admire
that."
He reached out with his hand and stroked her chin. Leon's hand came flying through the air, crashing into Wesker's face.
Turning his head back from Leon's blow, Wesker faced him with undoubtable fury. His glasses were smashed, and under neath, a peak of yellow glinted sharply where his eyes should've been. Pulling them away from his face, Wesker inspected them carefully. His eyes like a Lion, roaming about the small object that he held in his hands. Silently his hands shot out and gripped Leon by the throat. Pulling his small handgun from his pocket, Wesker pointed it in Leon's face.
"No!" Claire shrilled as she fell to the ground without Leon's support.
"Goodbye Kennedy," Wesker said as he pulled the trigger.
To Be Continued.
A/N: Done! Chapter 11 is done. I'm thinking one or two more to go. Then I have another story I'll be working on.
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