Disclaimer: I don't own these characters or Capcom. I just use them for my own amusement.

A/N: Thanks for the kind reviews again. Enjoy! And I apologize for the Buffy reference. It's my favorite TV show (I own all 7 seasons on DVD plus the movie). I'm a bit obsessed.

"Don't tell me you don't like Miss Edith! She has the prettiest dresses of them all."

Claire Redfield was a beautiful mess. Two dismal blue eyes squinted upwards, set against a pale and bruised face. Her clothes were drenched in sweat, tears, and blood. She remained crumpled on Harmony Ashford's floor unrestrained but nearly broken.

The last few agonizing minutes had been used to introduce Claire to some of Harmony's more prized porcelain dolls. Once the two had been familiarized, the doll was smashed over Redfield's head. Bits of ceramic were hopelessly lodged in Claire's knees, hands, and head.

"You're not saying much." Harmony pouted. "You know, communication is the number one component to a healthy relationship."

Suddenly Harmon reached down and seized Claire by the throat. She hauled her up into the air until Claire's feet hung completely off of the ground. Harmony's eyes caught Redfield's. They had changed now; the childlike demeanor gone, replaced with original arrogance.

Harmony blinked once, cocking her head to the side. "You think they're coming to rescue you."

Claire croaked and gurgled, clawing at the other woman's tightly clamped hand while she kicked instinctively. Harmony grew annoyed quickly. She hardly moved a muscle as she threw Redfield across the room, sending her into the armoire. It barely budged as Claire slammed against its exterior and dropped to the floor.

For a moment, Claire was still. But, in a miraculous show of strength, the auburn beauty pulled herself to her wounded feet. With all the resolve she could muster, she uttered her first word in an hour.

"No."

Harmony stared. "No, what?"

A painful smile crossed Claire's destroyed face. "They aren't coming to rescue me. They're already here."

As if cued a bright light filled the room accompanied by a screaming motor. The light stopped outside the window and hovered a moment. Slowly the form of a helicopter revealed itself. Harmony's eyes narrowed as she stared down the unexpected intrusion.

"Son of a bitc-"

Harmony's last word was cut off by the sound of shattering glass. She dove to the ground as a black clothed figure burst through the panes, landing neatly at the middle of the room. Four others followed gracefully and spaced themselves out. Claire had barely flinched when the window crashed in, simply turning her head to avoid the shards. Everything moved in slow motion to Redfield. She watched three figures encircle Harmony while another approached her.

"Claire?" the name was disjointed in her ears.

Her diluted blue eyes slowly cut toward the speaker. Suddenly time caught up with reality and the abruptness caught Claire off guard. Her knees buckled, sending her to the floor. A pair of strong hands reached out before she crashed to the glass littered ground. The last thing Claire saw before she lost all consciousness was a black covered face, staring at her with two cerulean blue eyes.

A/N: More coming soon. Keep watching and reading