Kitana- I think this is TOO long!! Well I promised long and you fine people will get long!! Enjoy (as always!)
8
"Where the hell is this place already?!" Claire laid back into the back seat of the car. She had just had about enough; Chris wasn't saying anything about the place he was taking them, other than it was far away.
"Chris?" she moaned.
"What?!" he yelled, "Claire would you please bear with me for a moment? We're almost there!"
She narrowed her eyes and sat up forward, "There is no need to raise your voice Christopher!"
Leon sniggered, "Christopher," he muttered still laughing.
Chris slowly turned his vision from the rear view mirror to Leon and glared at him, "What make something of it Leonard?"
"Three words Christopher, Bring-it-on!"
"Leon SHUT UP! Chris SHUT UP and DRIVE!" Claire fumed, "Just shut up the both of you!"
Fifteen minutes of silence passed and finally, as well to everyone's content, Chris stopped the car. He turned round and stared at Claire, "You happy now? We're here!"
All three got out of the car, "That building over there," Chris pointing to an old and very rundown building, "Don't be fooled by the look of it, it's actually a 24/7 club." They walked up towards the door. It was three inches thick rusted iron door, there was a rectangular hole, and it slid open when Chris knocked on the metal.
"What?" called a voice behind it.
Chris smiled, "Tell Freddy its Chris."
And that was all it took, the door screeched open and there stood the biggest bouncer ever to walk the earth. For such a rough looking guy he didn't lose any of his charm when he saw Claire, he smiled sweetly at her, but Claire didn't really care, she stared up at him with a totally blank face and walked passed. Chris followed behind with Leon.
"Freddy said wait here," muttered the bouncer before walking down some steps.
"Damn Chris! Where the hell do you meet these people?" she whispered.
"Ah they're not so bad, although I advise you to stay away from them," he replied.
From the bottom of the steps was a door, the same brand that was used for the entrance. It too screeched when it opened and out popped the bouncer's head, "He'll see you now…but only you. The other two can wait in the club."
Chris glanced at Claire, "You'll be alright?"
She smiled, "You perfectly know that I can take care of myself. The question is: Will you be alright?"
He shook his head slightly, a little bit annoyed with her, "Leon look after her please. I don't want to come back and find her starting something that she can't handle ok?"
Leon smiled; he walked closer to Claire wrapping an arm round her waist, "Of course," he said in his too cheerful manner, "I can baby-sit for awhile."
"Good. Now behave you two," he laughed and walked down the steps towards the door.
"Get your arm off me," she said glaring into his face.
He smirked, "But it's so nice here…" he sighed.
She quietly took out her handgun and placed it under his chin, "I repeat, get your arm off me Leon, now!"
"Meow," he mocked while removing his arm, "My, my Claire you're not so easily pissed, why so angry?"
"Oh shut up, let's go."
She walked down the steps and towards the door, as she grew closer to it she could almost hear loud thumping sounds. She opened it up and walked through.
Hot, dark and loud – the three things she hated the most in a club, she quickly moved to the bar and ordered a drink. Even before she got to the counter she knew the bartender wouldn't ask for I.D, she looked older than she already was, "Rum and coke," she yelled.
Leon sat next to her, "Make that two."
He was really irritating her, but she was also thankful for the distraction, "I hope he doesn't take long I'm getting sick of this place," she whispered so that the bartender wouldn't hear although he couldn't hear since the deafening music was playing in the background.
He came up to the bar and placed their drinks in front of them, "That'll be twelve dollars," he said.
Before Claire could even open her mouth Leon moved in, "Here," he said to the man behind the bar. Claire reached out her hand and stopped him.
"I can pay," she hissed, "I don't need you to help me."
Leon frowned, "Ahh for God sake Claire! It's just a fricking drink!"
She stared at him hard, he was right it was only a drink. She just didn't need anyone helping her; she could handle and do things on her own.
Her hand stayed were it was. The bartender shifted impatiently.
"Hey lady, are you going to let your boyfriend pay? Or are you going to pay?"
She looked up at him hard and then back to Leon. He kind of understood her; she didn't want to 'owe' anyone. He tried to reassure her, "Look if I pay this time you can pay for the next one."
Claire's facial expression softened, "Ok," she said reluctantly, and with that she removed her hand from his.
He smiled and brought the drinks forward, "Here," he said.
She pushed herself to smile, "Thanks," she said sipping her drink.
Claire sat on her stool stirring the contents of her glass with a tall thin glass rod; it had been half an hour since Chris went to see 'Freddy'. Leon sat quietly beside her he was behaving himself for once, which was a tad strange, maybe he too was fed up with Chris. His glass was empty and the bartender was looking at him strangely. He placed the glass he was cleaning down and moved closer to Leon, "Hey if you gonna sit here at least order a drink or something, or get out."
Leon looked up as if he saw him for the first time, "Excuse me?" he said.
"You heard me," he straightened himself back.
Claire stared at the bartender and then behind Leon, she saw some men walking closer to the bar. They leant on the bar and glanced at Leon's direction. They seemed to in on what the bartender was doing. They were going to cause trouble, but why? Where they stupid thugs or was there a hidden agenda? Her paranoia was at its peak so it had to be stupid thugs. Most of the time she couldn't trust her paranoia, every second of the day it was there lingering inside her mind taking over her life. She lived with it up to now, but it was time for a change. She decided that not all people were involved with Umbrella.
How evil they were.
They moved from the edge of the bar towards Leon. There were two of them. They looked liked they were in their early twenty's, punk kids with nothing better to do. Maybe they were friends with the bartender, maybe not. Who knew and who really gave a shit? Certainly not Claire she was too busy seeing if things were going to escalate any further. But she knew that answer already.
"Is there a problem?" said one of the thugs; he placed his hand over Leon's shoulder. Leon sat still, although it was so apparent in his face that he didn't like it one bit. Claire grasped onto her gun within her trouser pocket tightly. She would use it if possible, however it all depended if Leon needed back up.
She glanced at him and he shook his head slightly. She relaxed barely, however she kept an eye out just in case one of them played dirty, which was going to be a sure bet.
The bartender moved forward, he stretched his hands out onto the bar and faced Leon, "Yep there is. This one refuses to leave."
The guy's hold over Leon tightened, "Really?"
"Yeah really," replied the bartender smiling.
"Oh dear that is a misfortune," he said looking at Leon, "On your behalf that is."
Through the whole time this was going on Leon played it cool, he didn't seem the kind of person to get involved within a fight, unless it was absolutely necessary.
The other one turned to Claire; he saw her staring consistently at them, "Is this your girlfriend?" asked the guy behind Leon.
"Yeah," interrupted the bartender, "She came with him."
The other lackey moved round Claire, "Nice," he said. Claire frowned up at him.
Leon jerked forward, his face was still blank, however it was in his eyes that showed his worry, and he didn't want anything happening to Claire. Not because he had to face Chris, but that she would be hurt and he wasn't there to protect her from them. He would never forgive himself if anything did happen to her.
The guy behind Leon shoved him back into his stool viciously, "Now, now there's no reason to get violent," he leant forward so that only Leon could hear him, "However something will happen to her if you don't cooperate with us."
Leon faced the back of the bar; his anger was growing with every second. He really didn't want to start anything with the guy; however he would love to beat the shit out of him at that very moment.
He calmly looked at Claire; she stared at him for a moment trying to anticipate his expression, "Claire would you kind enough to show this fine gentleman what he'll expect with you?"
She smirked grasping tightly over the metal of the gun, "Sure," she said, "Come closer," she smiled to the guy next to her.
The idiot actually smiled back, he moved closer to Claire. He was so close she could almost feel the warm of his body. She looked up at him and winked. And with her right hand within her trouser pocket she pulled out the gun placing it under his chin. He froze as the cool metal touched his skin.
"Now if I was you don't move," she hissed, "I don't want brain all over my clean top. The stains would be hell."
Leon smiled, he turned back to the guy behind him, "You want to make something of me now?" He laid his gun gently on his lap.
The guy backed up, sweat rolled down his forehead, "Hey man," he whimpered holding up his hands, "Can't you take a joke?"
Leon simply laughed in his face, "You best be very careful who you deal with. Next time you wouldn't be so lucky."
He turned to Claire, "Claire you can put it away now."
She laughed bitterly, "You ain't the boss of me," she said.
The guy, she was still aiming at, was sweating violently, he stared down at her and every time he gulped she pushed the gun into his chin that bit more.
"Come on Claire his gonna shit his pants if you keep this up," Leon said calmly.
"Sweetheart if you move a muscle I'm gonna blow lover boy over here, but please make my day and move," the bartender held a saw-off shotgun straight at Leon's side. Leon let his guard down which was a stupid mistake.
Claire eyed him quickly; she was in a bad situation. But it was Leon, he was a son of a bitch most of the time, would she care if he shot him? Maybe, well yeah she did, a lot.
Leon was quiet; the bartender poked him in the side, "Well? What's it gonna be sweetheart?"
She narrowed her eyes and faced him, "For one stop fucking calling me 'sweetheart' and two I'm thinking damnit!"
At the side of the club about a few metres away from the bar a door opened up and in walked Chris, as he saw the silenced crowd he walked quickly to see what all the commotion was about.
"What the fuck is going on?" he said standing in front of them, "I leave you two for five minutes and you raise hell. What the fuck is wrong with you?"
"Chris darling if you opened those little eyes of yours you realise that it WASN'T ARE FUCKING FAULT!" she yelled.
Chris turned back and called out to a man, "Freddy tell your lackey to cool it."
Freddy seemed to have nodded his head, "Samuel stop being a fucking prick and remove that shotgun," he said, "And please Claire remove your weapon, the man is pissing himself, have a heart. I do apologise for his behaviour."
Claire faced the shadowy Freddy and then the guy in front of her, "You sack of shit," she spate as she remove the gun from him. He backed away, almost stumbling, from her. She smiled, her work was done.
The bartender glared at Leon before removing the shotgun away, "Next time will be different."
Leon just smiled, "There won't be a next time."
8
"Where the hell is this place already?!" Claire laid back into the back seat of the car. She had just had about enough; Chris wasn't saying anything about the place he was taking them, other than it was far away.
"Chris?" she moaned.
"What?!" he yelled, "Claire would you please bear with me for a moment? We're almost there!"
She narrowed her eyes and sat up forward, "There is no need to raise your voice Christopher!"
Leon sniggered, "Christopher," he muttered still laughing.
Chris slowly turned his vision from the rear view mirror to Leon and glared at him, "What make something of it Leonard?"
"Three words Christopher, Bring-it-on!"
"Leon SHUT UP! Chris SHUT UP and DRIVE!" Claire fumed, "Just shut up the both of you!"
Fifteen minutes of silence passed and finally, as well to everyone's content, Chris stopped the car. He turned round and stared at Claire, "You happy now? We're here!"
All three got out of the car, "That building over there," Chris pointing to an old and very rundown building, "Don't be fooled by the look of it, it's actually a 24/7 club." They walked up towards the door. It was three inches thick rusted iron door, there was a rectangular hole, and it slid open when Chris knocked on the metal.
"What?" called a voice behind it.
Chris smiled, "Tell Freddy its Chris."
And that was all it took, the door screeched open and there stood the biggest bouncer ever to walk the earth. For such a rough looking guy he didn't lose any of his charm when he saw Claire, he smiled sweetly at her, but Claire didn't really care, she stared up at him with a totally blank face and walked passed. Chris followed behind with Leon.
"Freddy said wait here," muttered the bouncer before walking down some steps.
"Damn Chris! Where the hell do you meet these people?" she whispered.
"Ah they're not so bad, although I advise you to stay away from them," he replied.
From the bottom of the steps was a door, the same brand that was used for the entrance. It too screeched when it opened and out popped the bouncer's head, "He'll see you now…but only you. The other two can wait in the club."
Chris glanced at Claire, "You'll be alright?"
She smiled, "You perfectly know that I can take care of myself. The question is: Will you be alright?"
He shook his head slightly, a little bit annoyed with her, "Leon look after her please. I don't want to come back and find her starting something that she can't handle ok?"
Leon smiled; he walked closer to Claire wrapping an arm round her waist, "Of course," he said in his too cheerful manner, "I can baby-sit for awhile."
"Good. Now behave you two," he laughed and walked down the steps towards the door.
"Get your arm off me," she said glaring into his face.
He smirked, "But it's so nice here…" he sighed.
She quietly took out her handgun and placed it under his chin, "I repeat, get your arm off me Leon, now!"
"Meow," he mocked while removing his arm, "My, my Claire you're not so easily pissed, why so angry?"
"Oh shut up, let's go."
She walked down the steps and towards the door, as she grew closer to it she could almost hear loud thumping sounds. She opened it up and walked through.
Hot, dark and loud – the three things she hated the most in a club, she quickly moved to the bar and ordered a drink. Even before she got to the counter she knew the bartender wouldn't ask for I.D, she looked older than she already was, "Rum and coke," she yelled.
Leon sat next to her, "Make that two."
He was really irritating her, but she was also thankful for the distraction, "I hope he doesn't take long I'm getting sick of this place," she whispered so that the bartender wouldn't hear although he couldn't hear since the deafening music was playing in the background.
He came up to the bar and placed their drinks in front of them, "That'll be twelve dollars," he said.
Before Claire could even open her mouth Leon moved in, "Here," he said to the man behind the bar. Claire reached out her hand and stopped him.
"I can pay," she hissed, "I don't need you to help me."
Leon frowned, "Ahh for God sake Claire! It's just a fricking drink!"
She stared at him hard, he was right it was only a drink. She just didn't need anyone helping her; she could handle and do things on her own.
Her hand stayed were it was. The bartender shifted impatiently.
"Hey lady, are you going to let your boyfriend pay? Or are you going to pay?"
She looked up at him hard and then back to Leon. He kind of understood her; she didn't want to 'owe' anyone. He tried to reassure her, "Look if I pay this time you can pay for the next one."
Claire's facial expression softened, "Ok," she said reluctantly, and with that she removed her hand from his.
He smiled and brought the drinks forward, "Here," he said.
She pushed herself to smile, "Thanks," she said sipping her drink.
Claire sat on her stool stirring the contents of her glass with a tall thin glass rod; it had been half an hour since Chris went to see 'Freddy'. Leon sat quietly beside her he was behaving himself for once, which was a tad strange, maybe he too was fed up with Chris. His glass was empty and the bartender was looking at him strangely. He placed the glass he was cleaning down and moved closer to Leon, "Hey if you gonna sit here at least order a drink or something, or get out."
Leon looked up as if he saw him for the first time, "Excuse me?" he said.
"You heard me," he straightened himself back.
Claire stared at the bartender and then behind Leon, she saw some men walking closer to the bar. They leant on the bar and glanced at Leon's direction. They seemed to in on what the bartender was doing. They were going to cause trouble, but why? Where they stupid thugs or was there a hidden agenda? Her paranoia was at its peak so it had to be stupid thugs. Most of the time she couldn't trust her paranoia, every second of the day it was there lingering inside her mind taking over her life. She lived with it up to now, but it was time for a change. She decided that not all people were involved with Umbrella.
How evil they were.
They moved from the edge of the bar towards Leon. There were two of them. They looked liked they were in their early twenty's, punk kids with nothing better to do. Maybe they were friends with the bartender, maybe not. Who knew and who really gave a shit? Certainly not Claire she was too busy seeing if things were going to escalate any further. But she knew that answer already.
"Is there a problem?" said one of the thugs; he placed his hand over Leon's shoulder. Leon sat still, although it was so apparent in his face that he didn't like it one bit. Claire grasped onto her gun within her trouser pocket tightly. She would use it if possible, however it all depended if Leon needed back up.
She glanced at him and he shook his head slightly. She relaxed barely, however she kept an eye out just in case one of them played dirty, which was going to be a sure bet.
The bartender moved forward, he stretched his hands out onto the bar and faced Leon, "Yep there is. This one refuses to leave."
The guy's hold over Leon tightened, "Really?"
"Yeah really," replied the bartender smiling.
"Oh dear that is a misfortune," he said looking at Leon, "On your behalf that is."
Through the whole time this was going on Leon played it cool, he didn't seem the kind of person to get involved within a fight, unless it was absolutely necessary.
The other one turned to Claire; he saw her staring consistently at them, "Is this your girlfriend?" asked the guy behind Leon.
"Yeah," interrupted the bartender, "She came with him."
The other lackey moved round Claire, "Nice," he said. Claire frowned up at him.
Leon jerked forward, his face was still blank, however it was in his eyes that showed his worry, and he didn't want anything happening to Claire. Not because he had to face Chris, but that she would be hurt and he wasn't there to protect her from them. He would never forgive himself if anything did happen to her.
The guy behind Leon shoved him back into his stool viciously, "Now, now there's no reason to get violent," he leant forward so that only Leon could hear him, "However something will happen to her if you don't cooperate with us."
Leon faced the back of the bar; his anger was growing with every second. He really didn't want to start anything with the guy; however he would love to beat the shit out of him at that very moment.
He calmly looked at Claire; she stared at him for a moment trying to anticipate his expression, "Claire would you kind enough to show this fine gentleman what he'll expect with you?"
She smirked grasping tightly over the metal of the gun, "Sure," she said, "Come closer," she smiled to the guy next to her.
The idiot actually smiled back, he moved closer to Claire. He was so close she could almost feel the warm of his body. She looked up at him and winked. And with her right hand within her trouser pocket she pulled out the gun placing it under his chin. He froze as the cool metal touched his skin.
"Now if I was you don't move," she hissed, "I don't want brain all over my clean top. The stains would be hell."
Leon smiled, he turned back to the guy behind him, "You want to make something of me now?" He laid his gun gently on his lap.
The guy backed up, sweat rolled down his forehead, "Hey man," he whimpered holding up his hands, "Can't you take a joke?"
Leon simply laughed in his face, "You best be very careful who you deal with. Next time you wouldn't be so lucky."
He turned to Claire, "Claire you can put it away now."
She laughed bitterly, "You ain't the boss of me," she said.
The guy, she was still aiming at, was sweating violently, he stared down at her and every time he gulped she pushed the gun into his chin that bit more.
"Come on Claire his gonna shit his pants if you keep this up," Leon said calmly.
"Sweetheart if you move a muscle I'm gonna blow lover boy over here, but please make my day and move," the bartender held a saw-off shotgun straight at Leon's side. Leon let his guard down which was a stupid mistake.
Claire eyed him quickly; she was in a bad situation. But it was Leon, he was a son of a bitch most of the time, would she care if he shot him? Maybe, well yeah she did, a lot.
Leon was quiet; the bartender poked him in the side, "Well? What's it gonna be sweetheart?"
She narrowed her eyes and faced him, "For one stop fucking calling me 'sweetheart' and two I'm thinking damnit!"
At the side of the club about a few metres away from the bar a door opened up and in walked Chris, as he saw the silenced crowd he walked quickly to see what all the commotion was about.
"What the fuck is going on?" he said standing in front of them, "I leave you two for five minutes and you raise hell. What the fuck is wrong with you?"
"Chris darling if you opened those little eyes of yours you realise that it WASN'T ARE FUCKING FAULT!" she yelled.
Chris turned back and called out to a man, "Freddy tell your lackey to cool it."
Freddy seemed to have nodded his head, "Samuel stop being a fucking prick and remove that shotgun," he said, "And please Claire remove your weapon, the man is pissing himself, have a heart. I do apologise for his behaviour."
Claire faced the shadowy Freddy and then the guy in front of her, "You sack of shit," she spate as she remove the gun from him. He backed away, almost stumbling, from her. She smiled, her work was done.
The bartender glared at Leon before removing the shotgun away, "Next time will be different."
Leon just smiled, "There won't be a next time."