Sara awoke on the hard dirt. She looked up and saw what seemed to be a forest, but there was no wind, and it didn't smell at all; she thought she was dreaming for a moment. "Hello?" She called; but no one answered. She stood up and, finding it was hard to move, looked down and realized why. What the hell… She was covered from head to toe in what felt like latex. It was skin tight, which made it hard to move her limbs. At the ends of the long tight sleeves on each arm were gloves that were cut off at each of the fingers, and her feet were in boots that connected somehow to the latex outfit.
"Hello?!" She called again, louder this time.
A loud click filled the air, followed by a soft hissing sound. "The suit you're wearing is the latest in military technology." The loud voice boomed over an unseen intercom.
"Wesker?" Sara looked around for the hidden speaker, and wasn't surprised when she couldn't find it.
"It regulates heart rate and blood flow, a 'smart skin' if you will. It might be a little hard to move at first, but you'll get used to it." He said. Sara could almost see the smile on his face.
"Where am I?" She asked, not caring about the suit she was wearing. "Where are you?"
"A little curious are we?" Wesker chuckled. "You're in a testing facility usually used for B.O.W.S., and I am in the control room. Any other questions?"
"Why am I here?" She moved her arms and legs, trying to get used to the uncomfortable tightness. Wesker didn't answer though; instead an odd sound could be heard in the distance; like metal against metal. An extremely loud shriek filled the strange environment and sent chills up and down Sara's spine.
"You're here to put on a show. Now smile for the camera and make me proud."
Before she could make heads or tails of what Wesker had said, the sound of something running towards her general direction invaded her ears. And from the sound of the pounding footsteps she could tell it was huge, at least the size of a large bull.
It finally showed itself, pushing its way through the bushes to the clearing that Sara was situated in. It stood almost nine feet tall with its slender body hunched over and looked like a fat snake with arms and legs. It looked like a supercharged version of the MA-121's that were in the Spencer lab. Each of its arms ended in long bone spikes jutting in every direction, its feet ended in what looked like lizard talons, and it was covered from head to toe in tan scales.
The Hunter opened its mouth, screamed at her and took one giant step. Dead, I'm dead… She told herself. Then something happened that took her completely by surprise. It was almost as if her body was acting by itself; like her brain shifted into instinctual overdrive.
She ran directly at the beast with speed she didn't know she had, and as it raised both of its impossibly huge clawed arms, she darted between its legs. The immediate smell was almost overwhelming, but she'd managed to not throw up. The lizards' arms smashed into the ground with a tremendous boom, but Sara was already behind it planning an attack. She kicked off the ground and took the monster by surprise when she landed on its scaly back
This seemed to severely irritate it, as it spun violently, throwing its arms towards her, but it failed as she was out of reach. It screamed as Sara dug her hand into the base of its skull; green blood flowed freely from the wound and soaked her arm. Its screaming stopped suddenly and it fell to the ground; she had severed its spinal column.
"That's my girl." Wesker's voice boomed from the intercom once again.
"How did I do that?!" Sara yelled, getting off the monster. The green blood dripped off her fingers, and she had to resist the urge to have a taste, which, in turn made her want to vomit. Quickly wiping off her hands on a nearby bush, she heard another metal cage opening. This one sounded further away than the last, meaning she probably had some time to think of a plan. After a few seconds of silence, a scream filled her ears, which was followed by another. But these were different from the MAs.
"Now's not the time for that Sara. You may have been able to kill the 127 with your bare hands, but these little beasts are much faster. 100 feet south of your current position are weapons." The speaker clicked as Wesker let his hand off of the mike button.
Sara knew he enjoyed this; seeing the fear in her eyes, watching her fight for her life. But she wasn't angry at him for it; he must have his reasons… She kept telling herself. On some level she thought that maybe she just might—
Another scream cut off her thoughts. "I suggest you hurry, they sound hungry." Again, Sara's mind painted a portrait of Wesker with a smile plastered on his face.
She ran south as fast as she could, brushing away several bushes as she left the clearing. As frightened as she felt, her actions didn't show it. The virus, she was sure; everything she'd done was quick and efficient, without a hint of hesitation let alone room for error. Defiantly not the actions of a frightened person.
She came to another clearing as the unknown creatures let out another hungry squeal, closer this time. Several pieces of metal gleamed in the artificial sunlight overhead, diverting her attention. She ran up to the item and could finally tell what it, or rather they, were. Claws. She could clearly see they were meant for her, as they had clips on each of the extending blades to connect to her fingers.
"Great, I'll just play Edward Scissorhands." She said sarcastically as she fastened them on both hands. The first monster came into just as she finished. Sara still remembered the name Kennedy had given them in London. Reapers.
The second one appeared next to the first, and let out a short scream, more like a bark than anything else. She couldn't explain the overwhelming rage that washed over her, not did she question it. "C'mon you fuckers, you want some?"
Both of them seemed agitated by her sudden force; the first went around to her left, and the other to her right. Wesker was right, they were fast. The first leaped towards her without any warning, but she'd spun out of the way before it landed. The second one however took her by surprise from behind; clawing at her back. The latex suit stopped its claws from penetrating her skin, but it still hurt like a bitch. She spun quickly and raked the steel claws along its chest, forcing it backwards a shriek.
Behind you. Her mind whispered suddenly. As she turned and shoved the claw on her right had directly forward, it impaled the first monster all the way through its torso. Blood spat from the beast and onto her face. The second one had recovered by this time, and was charging at her full speed, but suffered the same fate as the first; the sharp steel shot through the muscle that coated its body. Both Reapers let out a death cry, the gaping mouth on both of their exposed skulls were wide open. Sara ripped out both claws at the same time, sending them both crashing to the ground.
She stood tall and wiped the excess blood off of herself with an angry look on her face. She felt…different, changed. Like she wasn't the same person anymore.
"That's enough for today, Sara. You've done exceedingly well. Follow the flashing light towards the exit; I've got a surprise for you…"
As he sat in his room with his head in his hands, Leon contemplated leaving everything behind. Leaving his friends to fend for themselves. It was something that he didn't want to do, but he also didn't like being a hidden parasite within the team. No. He couldn't do that to Claire. He'd infected her, and it was up to him to help her.
The door opened suddenly, but slowly. Claire stood on the other side; her shoulders were slumped low as she dragged herself into the room. Leon hurried to her side.
Her eyes were glazed over, and it was almost as if she didn't know he was there. "Claire?" His hand brushed the pale skin of her cheek.
She looked up to him, but her eyes saw past his own; unfocused. "I…don't feel…good…" She collapsed into his arms.
He quickly closed the door and locked it, then carried her in his arms to the bed. She sat in his lap at the head, with her head against his chest. Her eyes were closed, but she was still breathing, shallow, but still breathing. He brushed some hair from her face. "What's wrong Claire? What hurts?"
Her lips parted slightly. "Thirsty…"
Two weeks my ass. God damn you Ada. "It'll be okay Claire. I know what to do." He reached under his pillow and unsheathed a hidden knife. He cut his wrists as deep as he could without permanently damaging something, and brought his hand up to Claire's face. "Drink sweetie…drink…"
As the blood hit her lips, her tongue snaked out and lapped up some of the red liquid. Slowly, her eyes opened, and as she actually started sucking the blood out of the wound, color returned to her skin. Claire hands wrapped around his arms tightly, showing her need for the nourishment. Leon winced as she nibbled on the skin, sending fresh waves of pain up his arm.
He became dizzy and lightheaded suddenly. "Claire, okay, that's enough." She didn't stop. He pulled his arm away from her mouth. "Claire?"
She looked up at him, the blood dripped from her lips. A sort of panic-stricken fear was spread across her face. "Leon? What's wrong with me?!"
He sighed loudly as he wrapped a piece of cloth around the cut on his wrist. "Claire…I'm so sorry…"
So….yeah. Claire's officially infected, and Leon's got some 'splinin ta do. Sara's kickin' ass and Wesker's still his usual evil self. Review damn you!!