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Claire peered down the corridor, the nurses' station was deserted, and no dead bodies were lying on the floor either. But within the cells there were.
She slid against the far wall; she tried to avoid seeing the death that inhabited the now quiet cells. It was getting hard; her curiosity was winning her over. She stared at the far metal bars from her; it was wide open, which was great. No need to look for a key.
Something caught her eyes; a thick red liquid crossed her path. She glared at it as if it was something hypnotic; she followed the purple trail into the cell. She knew what to expect but she just couldn't turn away from the shimmering colour.
A body sat in the back of the cell, she didn't know if the body was man or female, its face was blown away with only a hole in the middle. Its drenched purple hair stuck to the remaining skin on the mutilated face. The hospital gown was, again, reddy-purple. The material stuck down onto its chest as if it was another skin. There were small holes allowing her to see almost inside the victim. The strong metallic smell wafted from the floor and blended with the air.
Claire choked; she sidestepped away from the open door and slipped.
She fell to the floor, but it was wet, she quickly scrambled away creating red marks along the shiny lino. Her feet were dripping with blood, "Fuck!" she squeaked.
She stood up gazing down at her feet, the blood was drying quickly. Its redness seeped into the cracks of her skin. Her bottom was soaked with blood. She hit the wall angry with herself. There was nothing she could do, the blood would have to stay until she could find something to clean it off, or try to.
She ran down the corridor avoiding all five cells within her pathway. Just beyond the metal gate was a window. She walked towards it gaining her breath back; she stood close to the wall next to the window and observed the ground floor. Three black cars stood silently near the entrance gate. Four black vans were scattered as well and yet there weren't anyone down there. She assumed they were already within the building.
All of them.
Were they Umbrella? Or some other corporation? Who knew? She only wanted to get out. Alive!
She passed the window and noticed an elevator. Ten squares with numbers in them lay above the metal doors. The electricity was down and so would the elevators, so she headed down a stairway. She must have been on the top level because there were only stairways going down. She gently walked down; the blood on her feet stopped coming away, the footprints she left behind wasn't such a good idea. Those commandos would think that someone was still alive and would come after her. She couldn't do anything about that, if they did come she just have to do her best to hide.
"What's taking him so long?"
Claire froze; the male voice was emanating from below her. She leant forward and grasped the banister. Two heads were walking up. Claire gasped; she fearfully searched for a room. She grabbed a doorknob from behind her and twisted. The door opened and she closed it quietly.
"It doesn't take that long! I'll bet you a week's wage that he's lounging around."
"Keep your money," the other said.
"Why so glum? Can't hack it?"
"Can't hack it? Do you even care what we're doing? These people are innocent! And we're killing them!"
"SHUT UP! You want Wesker to hear?! You knew what we were going to do and you still came!"
Claire crouched behind a chair, that name sounded so familiar. Wesker, she swore she remembered that name from somewhere but it was a huge blank.
"I came because I had to! And I don't care if Wesker hears me. He's all talk," the man was filled to the brim with bitterness.
"You're fucking crazy!" his voice was almost shaky, "You keep this up and you're dead."
"Why would he die?"
There was a long silence, whoever was the third person he had a huge affect over the two men. It had to this 'Wesker', his voice was deep and yet it held something sinister within it.
"I meant that he would be in deep trouble," his voice trembled; he was scare, "sir."
"Private you can leave if you wish," something wasn't right with the way he said it, he had a hidden agenda.
"Are you sure sir?"
"Yes," plain and simple, with a hint of wickedness.
"Don't," whispered the first guy.
The second man didn't even listen. He moved forward and passed Wesker.
"Oh before you go," Wesker said, "You forgot something."
The footsteps of the man halted. Suddenly there was a gurgling sound as if someone was drowning. It stopped and something dropped with a loud thud.
"Do you want to go?"
"N-no…s-sir," he whimpered, it was the first guy. The second went quiet.
"Then get to work!" Wesker said walking away.
Claire couldn't hear the first guys footsteps, he stood were he was voiceless.
"Stupid," he finally said and then walked away from the door.
Claire stood from behind the chair and sat down in it. It was all getting too much and whatever went on out there she knew that it wasn't pleasant.
Her soaked trousers slopped around on the leather chair. She felt the nasty coldness of the blood on her warm flesh. She twirled within the chair trying to figure out her next move. Suddenly she stopped abruptly glaring at a pair of high-heeled feet sticking out of a room near her. She stood up and walked towards the body, she recognised the heels, the white lab coat, which was now stained with blood, and the tightly wrapped brown-blonde bun. A pair of broken glasses lay next to the body, the glass was shattered, and the jagged pieces were the only thing that remained.
Claire knelt down and pulled the body over to its back.
Dr Watson.
She had five bullet holes within her chest. Claire bent her head in sadness, it had only been hours since she was alive and now her mangled body lay mutilated on the floor like an abandoned doll. Claire straightened herself and walked back to the chair.
"You cease to amaze me Redfield," choked a voice.
Claire turned back to Watson, she looked up at Claire and coughed, she was dying fast. Blood dribbled down the side of her mouth, she smiled and it was a terrible sight. The pain was so clear; it took everything she had to move her lips. Even though she did smile, it wasn't pleasant, not because she was injured because there was something she knew and wasn't telling.
Claire knelt beside Watson, she gently pushed Watson's coat over the wounds to stop the bleeding.
Watson laughed, more blood poured out from her mouth, "I'm dead Claire! Leave it be!"
She quickly shoved Claire's hands away from her wounds, "Don't be stupid! The bleeding needs to stop!"
She laughed again, but no sound came from her red lips, only a heavy gurgling sound. Her lungs were punctured, blood was filling into them quickly, and she didn't have enough time.
Watson closed her eyes and gasped, "Umbrella doesn't pay me enough for this shit."
Claire narrowed her eyes, "What?"
"Yes Claire you heard me correctly…Umbrella are my employers!"
"I don't understand?!" she said falling back onto her bottom.
"And maybe you never will. Haven't you wondered why this nut house is being attacked by commandos?"
Claire fell silent, she knew things didn't make sense to her, but she still wasn't sure if she was losing her mind or not. Or if it was all Umbrella's fault, as usual.
She coughed again, "Haven't you wondered why everyone is dead and why you can't remember things?"
She was right, why didn't she think about it before? But she did! But that reasoning wasn't as liable as the reason of becoming insane. She had problems way before Umbrella entered her life. And she just assumed it was her.
Watson coughed again, "Since the ass-wipes out there have completely cut off the electricity, well let's just say you won't be alone. Any tampering to Umbrella's security system and all that dwells in here will die," she sniggered, "even Umbrella's employees. Their 'experiments' should be out by now looking for blood," she smiled revealing her white teeth as red.
Claire stood up; she reached for the rifle and aimed it at Watson, "All you fucking people are exactly the same! Why do you do it?"
She convulsed, her death was soon, "Are you trying to reach the human in me Claire?" she laughed, "Oh please spare me! I do this because…I'm bored? How's that for an answer?"
Claire clenched the weapon, her hands were turning white. The tension in her body mounted, "You really are a bitch!"
"I am what…I…am…"
Her body convulsed again, more and more blood gushed from the holes within her chest and out her mouth. Claire stood back staring at her. Watson stopped moving; her eyes glared out up the ceiling. Her pupils were black and wide. Her mouth still held that offensive grin dripping in red.
She was dead.
"You fucking bitch!" she said kicking Watson's side. It was hopeless even more. Dealing with commandos was difficult but Umbrella's 'experiments'?!
Claire turned to her desk and searched for a file or something. She opened the drawers. Nothing more than papers, pens and pencils were in them. However the last drawer was locked. Claire took off the rifle and laid it on the chair, she glanced at Watson and realised that she would have to search her for a key.
Claire walked to her and knelt down; she checked the outside pockets of the lab coat. There was nothing of any use apart from a used syringe and a piece of string.
She peeled the coat away from Watson's chest to gain access to the inside pocket.
Again Nothing.
Unless she was wearing it as a chain. Claire sighed; she really hated searching dead bodies, especially covered in blood.
She began unbuttoning the first two buttons of Watson's shirt and there it was, the Holy Grail. The key was dripping in blood; she reached for it closing her eyes. The blood was cold now and the body was almost cold. She quickly unfastened the chain and pulled it away from her neck. Wiping the blood off the key she walked back to the desk and shoved the key into the lock. She twisted it and small click sound was heard. She opened the drawer and found…nothing. There wasn't anything inside.
Claire kicked the side of the drawer in anger; she searched a dead body for nothing! And on top of that she would suffer from nightmares. She was about to kick the drawer again when she saw a black folder peeping from under a removable lid. She laughed; her anger helped her to find something for once, which was strange, it normally made things worse. She slid the cover back and pulled out the folder and sat back into the leather chair.
A small Umbrella symbol lay on the cover.
It looked too familiar to her.
Claire peered down the corridor, the nurses' station was deserted, and no dead bodies were lying on the floor either. But within the cells there were.
She slid against the far wall; she tried to avoid seeing the death that inhabited the now quiet cells. It was getting hard; her curiosity was winning her over. She stared at the far metal bars from her; it was wide open, which was great. No need to look for a key.
Something caught her eyes; a thick red liquid crossed her path. She glared at it as if it was something hypnotic; she followed the purple trail into the cell. She knew what to expect but she just couldn't turn away from the shimmering colour.
A body sat in the back of the cell, she didn't know if the body was man or female, its face was blown away with only a hole in the middle. Its drenched purple hair stuck to the remaining skin on the mutilated face. The hospital gown was, again, reddy-purple. The material stuck down onto its chest as if it was another skin. There were small holes allowing her to see almost inside the victim. The strong metallic smell wafted from the floor and blended with the air.
Claire choked; she sidestepped away from the open door and slipped.
She fell to the floor, but it was wet, she quickly scrambled away creating red marks along the shiny lino. Her feet were dripping with blood, "Fuck!" she squeaked.
She stood up gazing down at her feet, the blood was drying quickly. Its redness seeped into the cracks of her skin. Her bottom was soaked with blood. She hit the wall angry with herself. There was nothing she could do, the blood would have to stay until she could find something to clean it off, or try to.
She ran down the corridor avoiding all five cells within her pathway. Just beyond the metal gate was a window. She walked towards it gaining her breath back; she stood close to the wall next to the window and observed the ground floor. Three black cars stood silently near the entrance gate. Four black vans were scattered as well and yet there weren't anyone down there. She assumed they were already within the building.
All of them.
Were they Umbrella? Or some other corporation? Who knew? She only wanted to get out. Alive!
She passed the window and noticed an elevator. Ten squares with numbers in them lay above the metal doors. The electricity was down and so would the elevators, so she headed down a stairway. She must have been on the top level because there were only stairways going down. She gently walked down; the blood on her feet stopped coming away, the footprints she left behind wasn't such a good idea. Those commandos would think that someone was still alive and would come after her. She couldn't do anything about that, if they did come she just have to do her best to hide.
"What's taking him so long?"
Claire froze; the male voice was emanating from below her. She leant forward and grasped the banister. Two heads were walking up. Claire gasped; she fearfully searched for a room. She grabbed a doorknob from behind her and twisted. The door opened and she closed it quietly.
"It doesn't take that long! I'll bet you a week's wage that he's lounging around."
"Keep your money," the other said.
"Why so glum? Can't hack it?"
"Can't hack it? Do you even care what we're doing? These people are innocent! And we're killing them!"
"SHUT UP! You want Wesker to hear?! You knew what we were going to do and you still came!"
Claire crouched behind a chair, that name sounded so familiar. Wesker, she swore she remembered that name from somewhere but it was a huge blank.
"I came because I had to! And I don't care if Wesker hears me. He's all talk," the man was filled to the brim with bitterness.
"You're fucking crazy!" his voice was almost shaky, "You keep this up and you're dead."
"Why would he die?"
There was a long silence, whoever was the third person he had a huge affect over the two men. It had to this 'Wesker', his voice was deep and yet it held something sinister within it.
"I meant that he would be in deep trouble," his voice trembled; he was scare, "sir."
"Private you can leave if you wish," something wasn't right with the way he said it, he had a hidden agenda.
"Are you sure sir?"
"Yes," plain and simple, with a hint of wickedness.
"Don't," whispered the first guy.
The second man didn't even listen. He moved forward and passed Wesker.
"Oh before you go," Wesker said, "You forgot something."
The footsteps of the man halted. Suddenly there was a gurgling sound as if someone was drowning. It stopped and something dropped with a loud thud.
"Do you want to go?"
"N-no…s-sir," he whimpered, it was the first guy. The second went quiet.
"Then get to work!" Wesker said walking away.
Claire couldn't hear the first guys footsteps, he stood were he was voiceless.
"Stupid," he finally said and then walked away from the door.
Claire stood from behind the chair and sat down in it. It was all getting too much and whatever went on out there she knew that it wasn't pleasant.
Her soaked trousers slopped around on the leather chair. She felt the nasty coldness of the blood on her warm flesh. She twirled within the chair trying to figure out her next move. Suddenly she stopped abruptly glaring at a pair of high-heeled feet sticking out of a room near her. She stood up and walked towards the body, she recognised the heels, the white lab coat, which was now stained with blood, and the tightly wrapped brown-blonde bun. A pair of broken glasses lay next to the body, the glass was shattered, and the jagged pieces were the only thing that remained.
Claire knelt down and pulled the body over to its back.
Dr Watson.
She had five bullet holes within her chest. Claire bent her head in sadness, it had only been hours since she was alive and now her mangled body lay mutilated on the floor like an abandoned doll. Claire straightened herself and walked back to the chair.
"You cease to amaze me Redfield," choked a voice.
Claire turned back to Watson, she looked up at Claire and coughed, she was dying fast. Blood dribbled down the side of her mouth, she smiled and it was a terrible sight. The pain was so clear; it took everything she had to move her lips. Even though she did smile, it wasn't pleasant, not because she was injured because there was something she knew and wasn't telling.
Claire knelt beside Watson, she gently pushed Watson's coat over the wounds to stop the bleeding.
Watson laughed, more blood poured out from her mouth, "I'm dead Claire! Leave it be!"
She quickly shoved Claire's hands away from her wounds, "Don't be stupid! The bleeding needs to stop!"
She laughed again, but no sound came from her red lips, only a heavy gurgling sound. Her lungs were punctured, blood was filling into them quickly, and she didn't have enough time.
Watson closed her eyes and gasped, "Umbrella doesn't pay me enough for this shit."
Claire narrowed her eyes, "What?"
"Yes Claire you heard me correctly…Umbrella are my employers!"
"I don't understand?!" she said falling back onto her bottom.
"And maybe you never will. Haven't you wondered why this nut house is being attacked by commandos?"
Claire fell silent, she knew things didn't make sense to her, but she still wasn't sure if she was losing her mind or not. Or if it was all Umbrella's fault, as usual.
She coughed again, "Haven't you wondered why everyone is dead and why you can't remember things?"
She was right, why didn't she think about it before? But she did! But that reasoning wasn't as liable as the reason of becoming insane. She had problems way before Umbrella entered her life. And she just assumed it was her.
Watson coughed again, "Since the ass-wipes out there have completely cut off the electricity, well let's just say you won't be alone. Any tampering to Umbrella's security system and all that dwells in here will die," she sniggered, "even Umbrella's employees. Their 'experiments' should be out by now looking for blood," she smiled revealing her white teeth as red.
Claire stood up; she reached for the rifle and aimed it at Watson, "All you fucking people are exactly the same! Why do you do it?"
She convulsed, her death was soon, "Are you trying to reach the human in me Claire?" she laughed, "Oh please spare me! I do this because…I'm bored? How's that for an answer?"
Claire clenched the weapon, her hands were turning white. The tension in her body mounted, "You really are a bitch!"
"I am what…I…am…"
Her body convulsed again, more and more blood gushed from the holes within her chest and out her mouth. Claire stood back staring at her. Watson stopped moving; her eyes glared out up the ceiling. Her pupils were black and wide. Her mouth still held that offensive grin dripping in red.
She was dead.
"You fucking bitch!" she said kicking Watson's side. It was hopeless even more. Dealing with commandos was difficult but Umbrella's 'experiments'?!
Claire turned to her desk and searched for a file or something. She opened the drawers. Nothing more than papers, pens and pencils were in them. However the last drawer was locked. Claire took off the rifle and laid it on the chair, she glanced at Watson and realised that she would have to search her for a key.
Claire walked to her and knelt down; she checked the outside pockets of the lab coat. There was nothing of any use apart from a used syringe and a piece of string.
She peeled the coat away from Watson's chest to gain access to the inside pocket.
Again Nothing.
Unless she was wearing it as a chain. Claire sighed; she really hated searching dead bodies, especially covered in blood.
She began unbuttoning the first two buttons of Watson's shirt and there it was, the Holy Grail. The key was dripping in blood; she reached for it closing her eyes. The blood was cold now and the body was almost cold. She quickly unfastened the chain and pulled it away from her neck. Wiping the blood off the key she walked back to the desk and shoved the key into the lock. She twisted it and small click sound was heard. She opened the drawer and found…nothing. There wasn't anything inside.
Claire kicked the side of the drawer in anger; she searched a dead body for nothing! And on top of that she would suffer from nightmares. She was about to kick the drawer again when she saw a black folder peeping from under a removable lid. She laughed; her anger helped her to find something for once, which was strange, it normally made things worse. She slid the cover back and pulled out the folder and sat back into the leather chair.
A small Umbrella symbol lay on the cover.
It looked too familiar to her.