Kitana- This is just to clear some things that have confused you.
Right.
1). Steve is a figment of Claire's imagination, she sees him because she misses him. He is still dead though.
2). She also has dreams about things, e.g. Chapter14- Alexia and Steve. This dream tells us how Alexia changed Steve in Code Veronica.
3). Just so you don't get more confused, chapter 16 explains what happens to Claire before she was taken to the mental institute.
4). Lenny and Truman are for real. They were sent by Umbrella to get Claire.
I hope that explains some things…if not just send me an e-mail…
Oh! Before I go I would just like to thank all of you who have read and reviewed. And thank you Claire Burnside 267 for reading and reviewing from the beginning and to all you has too. Thank you. ; )
16
Truman picked Claire up and shoved her in the backseat of the car. He glanced back at Lenny, "You alright?" he called.
Lenny glared at him and hurried along, he opened the passenger door and hopped in, "You drive!"
Truman shrugged and got in; he turned the keys and backed up turning sharply round and then down the street toward the main road.
Lenny leant back still holding his belly gently, "Shit that girl has one vicious punch!"
Truman smirked, "I never knew that a nineteen year old would be your match. Anyways you slapped her hard, she's gonna bruise badly."
"Shut up and drive, it's not like we're finished," he gasped, "Sometimes I hate this job."
"Really? You? Never thought that about you."
"I'm not an ogre twenty four seven you know," Lenny sighed, "Look lets just do this and be done with it!"
Truman shrugged again, "Fine, I'm getting hungry anyway," he said, "So where you want me to stop?"
Lenny glanced out of his window, he yawned, "The next street. Go into an alleyway. Any alleyway."
Truman kept his eyes on the road; his gun was digging into his hip. There was nothing he could do about it other than to deal with it.
People were emerging from the buildings, they scattered everywhere. Hopefully they could find an alleyway away from the public streets and their prying eyes.
He slowed down turning into a small back street; he drove in deeply so that no one off the streets could see what they were doing. He stopped the car, but left it on. The engine hummed in its spot.
"Well here we are."
"Yeah," muttered Lenny. He got out and opened the back door, "You coming? Or do I have to do this by myself?"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm coming," Truman got out and stood by Lenny.
"Well?"
He grabbed Claire's feet and dragged her out. He swung her over his shoulder and walked further up the alleyway, "Here?"
Lenny nodded, "It doesn't matter."
Truman laid Claire gently down on the floor and waited for Lenny. He came running with another syringe in his hand, "You do it," he demanded.
Truman frowned, "You do it! I did it last time!"
"Fine," he huffed. Lenny bent down and took a hold of Claire's left arm and inserted the needle. The contents within the syringe decreased to nothing. He pulled the needle out and stood up, "Well that's it. Our work there is done. Let's get something to eat."
Truman agreed and they went back to the car, he sat behind the steering wheel, "You think that all the drugs we've given her is gonna mess her up?"
"Look Truman to be frank I don't really give a shit what happens to her. All I want to do is go and get something to eat. Now move it!"
"As you wish your highness," Truman backed up and drove out into the main road again…
…Leaving Claire discarded and drugged.
The street filled and Claire lay soundlessly on the damp floor. She stirred and opened her eyes. She sat up feeling a little dizzy. Her body was numb but she could stand. She leant on the wall for support and stared at her surroundings.
Where the hell was she?
She didn't know, she didn't know how she got there let alone why. Everything was a huge blur. She dragged her body across the alleyway out into the busy street in front of her. One thing she knew that was essential was to be around as many people as possible.
Safety in numbers.
The artificial light glared at her in spite. She covered her eyes and turned to the dark alleyway. She sighed heavily and glanced into the darkness. Someone was there, deep down in the dark. It moved so slowly as if it had all the time in the world to get to its destination.
Something strange and yet very familiar about the stranger caught her attention. He, well she assumed it was a he, was tall. Too tall, more like massive. His entire face was cloaked by the pitch-blackness and yet she could just about see his eyes. Deep dark pits, no life seemed to ooze from them, only destruction and utter evil.
His stare was so robotic, bent on his victim and nothing else.
It felt all too familiar to her; he stalked closer into the neon lights. Claire gasped already knowing what he was. She backed away scared as hell to move. His pale white skin was dull and very unhealthy; he wore nothing apart from his skin.
It was the Tyrant!
Claire screamed running into the road behind her. Cars skidded along the road trying to avoid the hysterical woman running across from them. She switched from each car, their lights shone in her eyes.
Claire fell to the floor startled and frightened.
The Tyrant didn't stop; he kept on moving to her.
"Run!" she screamed to the strange people looking at her, "The Tyrant is coming! He'll kill you all! Run!"
They didn't move one bit she got frustrated with them. She couldn't understand why they weren't running from the huge monster.
She grasped her wrist sheath and pulled out a knife, "I KILLED YOU! I KILLED YOU!" she screamed.
The people around stared on at her; they dared not approach her for she was armed and very dangerous.
"Call the police," called one person from the crowd.
Claire laughed crazily, "The police can't do shit against this!"
She flung her knife out backing away at the same time. Sirens, loud and intrusive sirens rang around the silent street. The Tyrant stopped and stared down at her. He lowered his self waiting for something to happen.
Suddenly he stretched out releasing two deadly spikes from either side of his arm, Claire screamed again.
Something grabbed her from behind and shoved her to the floor; another person came closer and kicked the knife away.
"You don't know what you're doing! It'll kill us all!"
The person pinned her down as he waited for the police. They came with a white van; two men came rushing out with a trolley. They grabbed Claire and dragged her up shoving her onto the trolley.
"You don't know what you're doing!" she struggled from their hold, "The Tyrant is going to kill us!"
She pulled out another knife lunging forward, the two men held her down. A policeman ran to their aid knocking the knife from her hand.
"Quickly", said one of them, "Restraint her!"
They pulled her down and strapped her hands and legs down, "You don't know what you're doing!"
She struggled at the restraints, trying desperately to free herself. One of the men took out a sedative from the van.
"No!" she shrieked, "Don't do that!"
But it was too late, he jabbed it into her arm, "No," she whimpered half drifting away. She stopped struggling; her body was slowing down, "Please don't do that."
The men sighed pushing the trolley back into the van. They closed the doors behind them and the van drove down the street followed by a police car.
The Tyrant vanished, no one saw him. They only saw the woman who was screaming crazily at them with a knife in her hand.
And she was being driven away to the psyche ward.
Right.
1). Steve is a figment of Claire's imagination, she sees him because she misses him. He is still dead though.
2). She also has dreams about things, e.g. Chapter14- Alexia and Steve. This dream tells us how Alexia changed Steve in Code Veronica.
3). Just so you don't get more confused, chapter 16 explains what happens to Claire before she was taken to the mental institute.
4). Lenny and Truman are for real. They were sent by Umbrella to get Claire.
I hope that explains some things…if not just send me an e-mail…
Oh! Before I go I would just like to thank all of you who have read and reviewed. And thank you Claire Burnside 267 for reading and reviewing from the beginning and to all you has too. Thank you. ; )
16
Truman picked Claire up and shoved her in the backseat of the car. He glanced back at Lenny, "You alright?" he called.
Lenny glared at him and hurried along, he opened the passenger door and hopped in, "You drive!"
Truman shrugged and got in; he turned the keys and backed up turning sharply round and then down the street toward the main road.
Lenny leant back still holding his belly gently, "Shit that girl has one vicious punch!"
Truman smirked, "I never knew that a nineteen year old would be your match. Anyways you slapped her hard, she's gonna bruise badly."
"Shut up and drive, it's not like we're finished," he gasped, "Sometimes I hate this job."
"Really? You? Never thought that about you."
"I'm not an ogre twenty four seven you know," Lenny sighed, "Look lets just do this and be done with it!"
Truman shrugged again, "Fine, I'm getting hungry anyway," he said, "So where you want me to stop?"
Lenny glanced out of his window, he yawned, "The next street. Go into an alleyway. Any alleyway."
Truman kept his eyes on the road; his gun was digging into his hip. There was nothing he could do about it other than to deal with it.
People were emerging from the buildings, they scattered everywhere. Hopefully they could find an alleyway away from the public streets and their prying eyes.
He slowed down turning into a small back street; he drove in deeply so that no one off the streets could see what they were doing. He stopped the car, but left it on. The engine hummed in its spot.
"Well here we are."
"Yeah," muttered Lenny. He got out and opened the back door, "You coming? Or do I have to do this by myself?"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm coming," Truman got out and stood by Lenny.
"Well?"
He grabbed Claire's feet and dragged her out. He swung her over his shoulder and walked further up the alleyway, "Here?"
Lenny nodded, "It doesn't matter."
Truman laid Claire gently down on the floor and waited for Lenny. He came running with another syringe in his hand, "You do it," he demanded.
Truman frowned, "You do it! I did it last time!"
"Fine," he huffed. Lenny bent down and took a hold of Claire's left arm and inserted the needle. The contents within the syringe decreased to nothing. He pulled the needle out and stood up, "Well that's it. Our work there is done. Let's get something to eat."
Truman agreed and they went back to the car, he sat behind the steering wheel, "You think that all the drugs we've given her is gonna mess her up?"
"Look Truman to be frank I don't really give a shit what happens to her. All I want to do is go and get something to eat. Now move it!"
"As you wish your highness," Truman backed up and drove out into the main road again…
…Leaving Claire discarded and drugged.
The street filled and Claire lay soundlessly on the damp floor. She stirred and opened her eyes. She sat up feeling a little dizzy. Her body was numb but she could stand. She leant on the wall for support and stared at her surroundings.
Where the hell was she?
She didn't know, she didn't know how she got there let alone why. Everything was a huge blur. She dragged her body across the alleyway out into the busy street in front of her. One thing she knew that was essential was to be around as many people as possible.
Safety in numbers.
The artificial light glared at her in spite. She covered her eyes and turned to the dark alleyway. She sighed heavily and glanced into the darkness. Someone was there, deep down in the dark. It moved so slowly as if it had all the time in the world to get to its destination.
Something strange and yet very familiar about the stranger caught her attention. He, well she assumed it was a he, was tall. Too tall, more like massive. His entire face was cloaked by the pitch-blackness and yet she could just about see his eyes. Deep dark pits, no life seemed to ooze from them, only destruction and utter evil.
His stare was so robotic, bent on his victim and nothing else.
It felt all too familiar to her; he stalked closer into the neon lights. Claire gasped already knowing what he was. She backed away scared as hell to move. His pale white skin was dull and very unhealthy; he wore nothing apart from his skin.
It was the Tyrant!
Claire screamed running into the road behind her. Cars skidded along the road trying to avoid the hysterical woman running across from them. She switched from each car, their lights shone in her eyes.
Claire fell to the floor startled and frightened.
The Tyrant didn't stop; he kept on moving to her.
"Run!" she screamed to the strange people looking at her, "The Tyrant is coming! He'll kill you all! Run!"
They didn't move one bit she got frustrated with them. She couldn't understand why they weren't running from the huge monster.
She grasped her wrist sheath and pulled out a knife, "I KILLED YOU! I KILLED YOU!" she screamed.
The people around stared on at her; they dared not approach her for she was armed and very dangerous.
"Call the police," called one person from the crowd.
Claire laughed crazily, "The police can't do shit against this!"
She flung her knife out backing away at the same time. Sirens, loud and intrusive sirens rang around the silent street. The Tyrant stopped and stared down at her. He lowered his self waiting for something to happen.
Suddenly he stretched out releasing two deadly spikes from either side of his arm, Claire screamed again.
Something grabbed her from behind and shoved her to the floor; another person came closer and kicked the knife away.
"You don't know what you're doing! It'll kill us all!"
The person pinned her down as he waited for the police. They came with a white van; two men came rushing out with a trolley. They grabbed Claire and dragged her up shoving her onto the trolley.
"You don't know what you're doing!" she struggled from their hold, "The Tyrant is going to kill us!"
She pulled out another knife lunging forward, the two men held her down. A policeman ran to their aid knocking the knife from her hand.
"Quickly", said one of them, "Restraint her!"
They pulled her down and strapped her hands and legs down, "You don't know what you're doing!"
She struggled at the restraints, trying desperately to free herself. One of the men took out a sedative from the van.
"No!" she shrieked, "Don't do that!"
But it was too late, he jabbed it into her arm, "No," she whimpered half drifting away. She stopped struggling; her body was slowing down, "Please don't do that."
The men sighed pushing the trolley back into the van. They closed the doors behind them and the van drove down the street followed by a police car.
The Tyrant vanished, no one saw him. They only saw the woman who was screaming crazily at them with a knife in her hand.
And she was being driven away to the psyche ward.