13
Claire couldn't stay in the apartment any longer; she needed to be alone to think. The apartment was practically an oven, the heat was too extreme. However when she entered the street it too wasn't all that great.
She left her coat, along with her gun back in her room, it wasn't the right weather for it and her gun liked to dig into her hip. Instead she opted for the wrist sheaths. The sleeves of her white top covered it well. She walked towards the underground parking lot where her beloved bike was.
She put on her helmet and climbed onto the bike. It had been too long since she last rode it. The last time was when she entered Raccoon City, Claire shuddered. Now that was a bad night.
She turned the ignition on and began to drive to the exit. She stopped looking from her left to her right; she noticed opposite her a black car. Two men were sat inside; they looked like they were arguing about something. They were the only ones out on the street, well apart from her. She panicked thinking suspicious thoughts about them, however she quickly pushed that thought out of her mind and reminded herself; for the umpteenth time that not everyone worked for Umbrella. She sighed heavily; she was getting sick and tired of her paranoia. She turned right and headed down the street to the main road.
The black car behind her waited until she reached the traffic lights, they were red at the moment. The car hummed in its spot as the young woman drove to the stop sign. She didn't notice anything out of the ordinary; to her it was just another day.
Lenny gripped the steering wheel hard; his hands grew white as he concentrated on his 'mission'. He clenched his teeth, he warned Truman to be quiet or he would end up with a bullet in between his eyes. Truman took his word and stayed silent, he almost seemed invisible. It wasn't just because of Lenny's threat he knew not to interrupt him.
Must have been from experience.
The girl adjusted her top and glanced in her mirror. Truman held his breath scared that she saw them. She didn't do anything apart from gaze back at the lights and waited ever so patiently for the colour to change green, or at least amber.
Lenny was about to explode if the damned traffic lights didn't change. He glanced from Claire to the lights, from the lights and then back to Claire. He was shitting himself, he didn't want to lose her; Umbrella was very unwelcoming to failures.
The light changed amber and the bike sped out and turned left. The car jerked forward, he gained control back and quickly sped down the street and out behind Claire. She didn't notice the ominous car behind her. It lurked behind two cars. Lenny stared silently at her, never wanting to miss a fraction of a second.
She rode on until she met another set of traffic lights, the red glow burned through the glass. She slowed down and came to a halt. Lenny moved from her rear to her side and slowed down. She glanced at the man behind the wheel.
He smiled.
She smiled back a little wary of him.
The guy next to him smiled too. This time she didn't, she turned back to the lights and prayed for it to change. She could feel that something wasn't right. She recognised the car. Claire took another quick look at them.
Her heart panicked.
Something caught her eye.
The far man held in his hands a black folder; it looked like any black folder that could be bought anywhere. But it was a small red and white symbol on the cover that frightened her.
Umbrella's mark!
The small red and white symbol did enough to make her body shake.
Lenny turned to her; his gaze burned deeply into her head. He knew something wasn't right. Her face was tense; her eyes were big wide black pits. Her body was stiff; her clutch over the bike handles resembled rigor mortis, a hold so strong and hard that she knew something was wrong. She was scared, but by what?
He glanced at Truman and saw the folder, until he met the Umbrella emblem he didn't realise her apparent change. Truman met his face and knew too that the time had come. Lenny grabbed his handgun from the floor, Claire wasted no time to see what would happen if she'd stayed. The light was still red, but by now she didn't give a shit. Her life was in danger. She sped passed the light before Lenny had the chance to aim.
"Fuck!" he screeched dropping the gun to the floor. He quickly grasped a hold of the steering wheel and stamped his foot down on the gas, pursuing the brunette.
Claire didn't know what to do other than keep way ahead of them. What she needed was protection, people; she needed a very busy place. But the streets were deserted, not one person was out in the afternoon. It was too hot.
Home!
At least there she could have Chris and Leon to help her with this unsightly problem.
"Slow down!" called Truman, "We don't want her dead, if you go any faster you'll knock her off the road!"
"Shut up!" snapped Lenny, "I know what I'm doing! Anyway she wouldn't die from a few bruises."
He leant into the wheel, pushing as much as he could on the gas pedal. He needed to get to her before she gets to anyone else. And the only way to do that was to run her off the road.
Claire glanced in her side mirror; the car was practically a few inches away from her. If he pressed any harder he would be on top of her. Suddenly she turned left driving straight into a street full of houses. The car swerved round the corner and keep on moving towards her with no affect of losing control.
He bumped her slightly just to scare her. She glanced back frowning. Truman popped his head out, "If you pull over now you wouldn't get hurt."
"Fuck you!" she cried sticking her middle finger up at him. Bullshit, he was lying. Everyone gets hurt or even die when they say that. Gives a false sense of security. She wasn't about to give herself up to Umbrella.
What did they think she was? Stupid?!
He sat back, "Well that didn't work," he sighed, "You might as well knock her off the road then, but please don't kill her!"
Lenny frowned, "Thanks for your blessing."
He sped up hitting Claire's rear; she jerked forward almost losing control. He knocked her again, the bike jolted, twisted and dropped hard to the floor. Claire spun; she didn't know what was going on. She screamed as the bike came crashing down to the tarmac. Her body shook violently. She didn't want to die tangled up with metal. Her leg scraped the floor as the bike slid to a halt. Her jeans were torn and her leg was grazed badly. So was her right arm. The white of her top turned a deep red from her shoulder down to her elbow. She pulled off the helmet and tried to crawl away from the wreckage.
The black car stopped, Lenny and Truman got out fast. They headed for Claire quickly. She tugged at her leg desperately to get out. Lenny reached down to her; she panicked and pulled out a knife.
"Stay the fuck back!" she cried, he didn't listen. Claire lashed out at him, but he was too quick or she was too slow, he grabbed her arm and twisted it back until the blade fell out.
"Behave," he said through his teeth.
She laughed, "Fuck you!"
He slapped her hard. She gasped, her face felt as if a lorry smashed into her. She shook her head almost regaining her vision. He grabbed her arms and yanked her out of the metal wreckage. Truman came running; in his hands he gently carried a small item. Claire couldn't see what it was until he was too close.
It was small syringe!
"Hold her still," he said.
Claire struggled against Lenny, "Hey," she panicked, "Stop that!"
Truman grabbed her left arm and stretched it out. Claire struggled at his grip, but her body ached badly. There were going to be some serious bruising. His hold tightened, her skin turned white with the pressure of his grip. He pulled back her sleeve and roughly inserted the needle into her vein. The contents flowed through the syringe and into her bloodstream. She jerked away pulling at Lenny's grasp. He wouldn't let up, so she elbowed him in his stomach. His hold loosened and she just ran.
The needle stuck out from her arm, she pulled at it and threw it to the floor. Beads of blood ran down her skin, she quickly held her hand to the wound trying to prevent any more blood from escaping.
She kept on running down the street screaming for anyone to help her.
No one came out to rescue her.
Her body was weakening, her movements where sluggish, she felt as if everything around her moved in slow motion. She couldn't see her surroundings anymore. And the sounds of the street seemed to fade away. The cars just beyond her where so far into the distance, their noises sounded so far away that it was hopeless to call out to them.
"What the fuck did you do to me?!" she screamed to everyone and no one.
She stopped and stood still. Whatever they gave her worked well, she didn't know what was going on or what had just happened. She didn't know why her body was aching and why she was bleeding.
The two men stood a few metres from her; they stared as she tried to regain her last few seconds. Lenny crouched on the floor in pain; he held his belly carefully and took deep breaths. Truman just waited until she was completely incapacitated.
Claire felt very tired; she sat down on the floor huddled against her knees. It was getting harder every second to keep her eyes open. Her instincts were telling her to keep them open, to get away from wherever she was.
But why? She didn't know if there was a danger. Who was the danger?
She fell back hitting the ground hard; the sky above her was dark. The sun had gone and left her all alone. She began laughing in failing hopes of understand her situation. The laugher swiftly turned into sobs as the dawning realisation of her status came to her. Wherever she was, she had a sinking feel that it was really bad. A tall person wearing a black shirt and white tank top stood above her. He knelt down; the air blew his shirt away from his side showing his holstered gun.
He picked her up and took her towards a black car.
Was he part of the danger?
Claire couldn't stay in the apartment any longer; she needed to be alone to think. The apartment was practically an oven, the heat was too extreme. However when she entered the street it too wasn't all that great.
She left her coat, along with her gun back in her room, it wasn't the right weather for it and her gun liked to dig into her hip. Instead she opted for the wrist sheaths. The sleeves of her white top covered it well. She walked towards the underground parking lot where her beloved bike was.
She put on her helmet and climbed onto the bike. It had been too long since she last rode it. The last time was when she entered Raccoon City, Claire shuddered. Now that was a bad night.
She turned the ignition on and began to drive to the exit. She stopped looking from her left to her right; she noticed opposite her a black car. Two men were sat inside; they looked like they were arguing about something. They were the only ones out on the street, well apart from her. She panicked thinking suspicious thoughts about them, however she quickly pushed that thought out of her mind and reminded herself; for the umpteenth time that not everyone worked for Umbrella. She sighed heavily; she was getting sick and tired of her paranoia. She turned right and headed down the street to the main road.
The black car behind her waited until she reached the traffic lights, they were red at the moment. The car hummed in its spot as the young woman drove to the stop sign. She didn't notice anything out of the ordinary; to her it was just another day.
Lenny gripped the steering wheel hard; his hands grew white as he concentrated on his 'mission'. He clenched his teeth, he warned Truman to be quiet or he would end up with a bullet in between his eyes. Truman took his word and stayed silent, he almost seemed invisible. It wasn't just because of Lenny's threat he knew not to interrupt him.
Must have been from experience.
The girl adjusted her top and glanced in her mirror. Truman held his breath scared that she saw them. She didn't do anything apart from gaze back at the lights and waited ever so patiently for the colour to change green, or at least amber.
Lenny was about to explode if the damned traffic lights didn't change. He glanced from Claire to the lights, from the lights and then back to Claire. He was shitting himself, he didn't want to lose her; Umbrella was very unwelcoming to failures.
The light changed amber and the bike sped out and turned left. The car jerked forward, he gained control back and quickly sped down the street and out behind Claire. She didn't notice the ominous car behind her. It lurked behind two cars. Lenny stared silently at her, never wanting to miss a fraction of a second.
She rode on until she met another set of traffic lights, the red glow burned through the glass. She slowed down and came to a halt. Lenny moved from her rear to her side and slowed down. She glanced at the man behind the wheel.
He smiled.
She smiled back a little wary of him.
The guy next to him smiled too. This time she didn't, she turned back to the lights and prayed for it to change. She could feel that something wasn't right. She recognised the car. Claire took another quick look at them.
Her heart panicked.
Something caught her eye.
The far man held in his hands a black folder; it looked like any black folder that could be bought anywhere. But it was a small red and white symbol on the cover that frightened her.
Umbrella's mark!
The small red and white symbol did enough to make her body shake.
Lenny turned to her; his gaze burned deeply into her head. He knew something wasn't right. Her face was tense; her eyes were big wide black pits. Her body was stiff; her clutch over the bike handles resembled rigor mortis, a hold so strong and hard that she knew something was wrong. She was scared, but by what?
He glanced at Truman and saw the folder, until he met the Umbrella emblem he didn't realise her apparent change. Truman met his face and knew too that the time had come. Lenny grabbed his handgun from the floor, Claire wasted no time to see what would happen if she'd stayed. The light was still red, but by now she didn't give a shit. Her life was in danger. She sped passed the light before Lenny had the chance to aim.
"Fuck!" he screeched dropping the gun to the floor. He quickly grasped a hold of the steering wheel and stamped his foot down on the gas, pursuing the brunette.
Claire didn't know what to do other than keep way ahead of them. What she needed was protection, people; she needed a very busy place. But the streets were deserted, not one person was out in the afternoon. It was too hot.
Home!
At least there she could have Chris and Leon to help her with this unsightly problem.
"Slow down!" called Truman, "We don't want her dead, if you go any faster you'll knock her off the road!"
"Shut up!" snapped Lenny, "I know what I'm doing! Anyway she wouldn't die from a few bruises."
He leant into the wheel, pushing as much as he could on the gas pedal. He needed to get to her before she gets to anyone else. And the only way to do that was to run her off the road.
Claire glanced in her side mirror; the car was practically a few inches away from her. If he pressed any harder he would be on top of her. Suddenly she turned left driving straight into a street full of houses. The car swerved round the corner and keep on moving towards her with no affect of losing control.
He bumped her slightly just to scare her. She glanced back frowning. Truman popped his head out, "If you pull over now you wouldn't get hurt."
"Fuck you!" she cried sticking her middle finger up at him. Bullshit, he was lying. Everyone gets hurt or even die when they say that. Gives a false sense of security. She wasn't about to give herself up to Umbrella.
What did they think she was? Stupid?!
He sat back, "Well that didn't work," he sighed, "You might as well knock her off the road then, but please don't kill her!"
Lenny frowned, "Thanks for your blessing."
He sped up hitting Claire's rear; she jerked forward almost losing control. He knocked her again, the bike jolted, twisted and dropped hard to the floor. Claire spun; she didn't know what was going on. She screamed as the bike came crashing down to the tarmac. Her body shook violently. She didn't want to die tangled up with metal. Her leg scraped the floor as the bike slid to a halt. Her jeans were torn and her leg was grazed badly. So was her right arm. The white of her top turned a deep red from her shoulder down to her elbow. She pulled off the helmet and tried to crawl away from the wreckage.
The black car stopped, Lenny and Truman got out fast. They headed for Claire quickly. She tugged at her leg desperately to get out. Lenny reached down to her; she panicked and pulled out a knife.
"Stay the fuck back!" she cried, he didn't listen. Claire lashed out at him, but he was too quick or she was too slow, he grabbed her arm and twisted it back until the blade fell out.
"Behave," he said through his teeth.
She laughed, "Fuck you!"
He slapped her hard. She gasped, her face felt as if a lorry smashed into her. She shook her head almost regaining her vision. He grabbed her arms and yanked her out of the metal wreckage. Truman came running; in his hands he gently carried a small item. Claire couldn't see what it was until he was too close.
It was small syringe!
"Hold her still," he said.
Claire struggled against Lenny, "Hey," she panicked, "Stop that!"
Truman grabbed her left arm and stretched it out. Claire struggled at his grip, but her body ached badly. There were going to be some serious bruising. His hold tightened, her skin turned white with the pressure of his grip. He pulled back her sleeve and roughly inserted the needle into her vein. The contents flowed through the syringe and into her bloodstream. She jerked away pulling at Lenny's grasp. He wouldn't let up, so she elbowed him in his stomach. His hold loosened and she just ran.
The needle stuck out from her arm, she pulled at it and threw it to the floor. Beads of blood ran down her skin, she quickly held her hand to the wound trying to prevent any more blood from escaping.
She kept on running down the street screaming for anyone to help her.
No one came out to rescue her.
Her body was weakening, her movements where sluggish, she felt as if everything around her moved in slow motion. She couldn't see her surroundings anymore. And the sounds of the street seemed to fade away. The cars just beyond her where so far into the distance, their noises sounded so far away that it was hopeless to call out to them.
"What the fuck did you do to me?!" she screamed to everyone and no one.
She stopped and stood still. Whatever they gave her worked well, she didn't know what was going on or what had just happened. She didn't know why her body was aching and why she was bleeding.
The two men stood a few metres from her; they stared as she tried to regain her last few seconds. Lenny crouched on the floor in pain; he held his belly carefully and took deep breaths. Truman just waited until she was completely incapacitated.
Claire felt very tired; she sat down on the floor huddled against her knees. It was getting harder every second to keep her eyes open. Her instincts were telling her to keep them open, to get away from wherever she was.
But why? She didn't know if there was a danger. Who was the danger?
She fell back hitting the ground hard; the sky above her was dark. The sun had gone and left her all alone. She began laughing in failing hopes of understand her situation. The laugher swiftly turned into sobs as the dawning realisation of her status came to her. Wherever she was, she had a sinking feel that it was really bad. A tall person wearing a black shirt and white tank top stood above her. He knelt down; the air blew his shirt away from his side showing his holstered gun.
He picked her up and took her towards a black car.
Was he part of the danger?