Kitana- And then there was Claire….
42
The white silky sheets felt so soft under her body, for a few seconds she didn't realise what had happen before. The softness of the bed was what mattered to her tired beat up body. She took in a deep breath only smelling the stench of death. It stung her nose and then she knew this wasn't home, but a place as evil as hell.
Claire opened her eyes and met a white embroidered canopy; it hung a few meters above her in a beautiful loop. She blinked a few times adjusting her vision to her surroundings. It was dark, but there were a few candles lit in the corners of the room. The room itself was old, it had an antique quality to it and it looked so much like the rooms in the private residence back on Rockfort Island. She knew the room only had to be Alexia's. There were stuffed dolls in pretty white dresses on an white antique chair, a wooden dressing table with a mirror, but looking at it closely the glass was broken and scattered. Fragments of glass covered the wooden table in an exquisite shimmer.
Claire shifted her feet and placed them onto the floor, the floor was covered in a soft black carpet. It seemed too new for the antiques, but it made the room that much darker. Her throat was aching and it felt hard to speak or even shallow. She walked to the vanity table stumbling from time to time. She used the posters of the bed and balanced herself. Her head was dizzy but clear enough to know that she was in a bad place. She sat on the small stool that came with the vanity table and looked into the shards of glass, her throat was red and patches of black were merging. Her lip was cut badly and her right cheek was almost purple. She touched it gently and winced, it was serious but not life threatening. Her entire body on the other hand was totally painful, just the slightest movement and the pain came in a quick sharp release all over. She sighed and narrowed her eyes closely at some shards of glass; there were drops of red blood on the slivery glass. She frowned and shifted in her seat.
Claire glanced quickly at her surroundings again and suddenly realised about Steve. He was alive, but not with her. She cursed mentally because she couldn't remember how she gotten in an Ashford's room. This was beginning to be a regular thing, waking up in strange places not knowing how the hell she got here. It was really pissing her off!
She stood up and walked to the far door slowly. Her hand gripped the doorknob and she twisted, but it wouldn't open. Claire laid her head on the coolest of the door; it seemed to ease the ache in her mind. She sighed almost feeling defeat. She frowned it was only a door! She wasn't going to be defeated by a stupid door! She turned to her knife and stopped in mid-motion. Her weapons were gone, and she knew her body didn't have enough strength to break down or even dent the damned thing. She relaxed back on the door and slid to the floor, "Steve?" she called out hoping he would open the door for her.
"Steve? Anyone?!"
The silence smashed into her like a millions bricks, she sighed again and glazed at the back wall. She wondered how Miriam, Leon and Chris were doing, hopefully better than her. And Steve, where could he be?
And there it was straight in front of her on the wall, a painting. A portrait of a man in his mid-forties, he sat very proud man in the painting dressed in rich clothing. In his left ear he had a green gem and it appeared so familiar. His blue eyes showed such a commanding appearance, a person who knew what he was doing; his short hair was golden just like Alexia's. She stopped herself, reaching for the knob and pulled herself up. She walked to the painting examining every tiny part of it.
Alexander Ashford.
Claire stood close to it and ran a finger across the man's gem. She jumped back hearing a loud click, the gem was pushed into the picture revealing a small round hole. The wall rumbled slightly sliding away to one side revealing a bright white light. Claire averted her eyes from the strong glare of the light. She blinked a couple of times and turned back to it. Claire moved up closely into the room that was behind the wall. But it wasn't a normal room, but a laboratory!
Computers lay on the far wall, the screens glowed with the Umbrella logo. A table or what really seemed like a metal operating table lay in the centre of the room with leather straps. Blood stained the surface, it was dried out but the red was still here, she didn't like the look of that. And she didn't like whatever happened there either. Then she saw a glass capsule of some sort, but it was small, it lay on a table to the far right of the lab. Claire walked closely to look through the glass and all there was, was a syringe containing a clear liquid.
She backed up and moved to the computers, she moved the mouse and the logo disappeared revealing a menu. Claire clicked onto it and all there was were a few files dated back from a very long time ago. She clicked on one and up popped a window. It was a film or something. A blonde man was in the same lab she was in; he was dressed in a white lab coat surrounded by three other men. He smiled at the camera.
"The Ashford cloning project is nearly complete, I Alexander Ashford has successfully made a clone from the genes of two Ashford's," he moved up to the back of the room to a chamber, he wiped the frost from the glass to reveal what was inside.
A baby!
"She'll will become a grand being containing not only the Ashford genes but also the Mother virus," he smiled then, "With the virus integrated within her D.N.A there would be no reason for her to be in stasis to allow her body to adapt to the virus. No, she will be born and will grow up with the virus making her stronger, faster, and more intelligent than any human being on this planet!"
The camera cut off and the window disappeared. She scanned the menu and clicked on one last file. It was a written document by Alexander Ashford:
'23rd October 1980: 09:00am
I know she's only ten years of age, but I know her, her mind is more powerful than mine and I know that my time will be up very soon. I can't have Alexia taking Umbrella over, she cannot have it! I can only hope that she will not find out about Alicia, her daughter. If she only knew about me taking a sample of her D.N.A she would kill me now, even her brother would take pleasure in his father's death.
Even though she is evil, her mind is precious, at such a young age she can out wit most scientists is amazing. However Alicia, my daughter, will be a hundred times better, now with the Mother Virus in her genes she will become unstoppable. And Alexia can do nothing about that!
All laboratory assistants are dead, I saw to that! I must keep her a secret from all; I can't have her life in danger. However if Alexia and her brother get their way I will leave my child all alone that is why I left the chief of the project alive. Dr Anne Watson has proven herself worthy for this vital mission. I trust her to keep my creation a secret from all.
Soon Alicia will be born, but she will never see her mother, she will never go to Rockfort. She's not merely my daughter but a miracle of science and the Ashford family will become renowned for this! I will be restored with honour!'
Claire stepped back and released a long breath, Alexia was dead after all, however her daughter was somewhere within the facility waiting for the right time. She didn't know who was worse Alexia or Alicia. With Alexia you knew exactly what you're getting into but Alicia? That was a mystery.
Claire froze and turned round, "Alicia Ashford," she said.
The young girl grinned and then curtsied, "Claire Redfield." She straightened herself and her smiled grew, her blue eyes sparkled brilliantly within the white light. She looked a lot like her mother.
"I've underestimated you Claire," she said, "I always thought you to be obtuse, but here you are in my secret laboratory."
Claire smiled, "I'll take that as a compliment-"
"You will take as I see fit!" Alicia snapped. Claire moved back, fear crept near her. See could feel the anger in the air, the girl seemed to have resentment against her, but she didn't know what.
"Scared are you Claire?" she laughed, "I would be if I was you." She moved towards the metal table and placed her arms onto; she rested her chin on her hands and watched Claire. Her golden hair lay round her, it looked as if the strands were alive and they were caressing her skin gently. She smiled, "Steve isn't dead Claire. I wouldn't kill him it took time to resurrect him from death."
Claire frowned; she could read her mind that was a bad sign. And it would be harder to escape, "What do you want?" her voice was shaky, she didn't want to sound weak in front of her but it couldn't be helped.
"I want…you."
"Why?"
"Because you killed my father Claire," she glared; she stood straight and began walking towards her. Her white gown rustled against the cold floor, "Wasn't it you who shot my father in his chest? Wasn't it you who murdered him on the Antarctic base?" her soft voice was dark, empty; there was a sinister feeling of sadness and a deep rage.
"He was-"
"Dead?" her eyes was losing its blue colour, they seem to glow pale white, "No, he was very much alive. You see Claire with patience and time you can create anything. I, for one, did."
She stopped and glanced to the far capsule on her right. Claire followed her eyes, "A cure?"
Alicia beamed a huge smile, "Yes and no," she began walking again, "You see Claire it's more of a reversal of effects rather than a cure. However it hasn't been tested so I don't know what the consequences are. I realised that every virus that Umbrella made stemmed from the original virus."
"The mother virus," Claire whispered.
"Yes, you know your history. So basing my 'ideas' on that I created the Counter-virus that can reverse the ill affects of all viruses."
"And what about your mother?"
The room grew warm, as if a hot breeze suddenly appeared within the room just like that. Claire stared at the young girl; her eyes were no more that white orbs. She disappeared in a blink of an eye. Claire breath quickened, she really didn't like this one bit, she stepped forward glaring from left to right for the young Ashford.
"What kind of person experiments on her own father?!" her voice was soft, yet it was apparent that she hated her mother. She suddenly appeared in front of Claire reaching out towards her. Claire was too slow to react. Alicia grabbed her neck wrapping her elegant pale fingers round her throat, "Well Claire? Tell me!"
Claire glared down at Alicia, her body was overcome with fear and not only that but the girl was choking her slowly. She wrapped her hands round Alicia's fingers and tried to pry them away. But the girl was too strong.
"I don't know," she wheezed.
"I'll tell you," she pushed her back into the wall, "I understood my father made mistakes but she had no right to turn him into…that…thing! I spent my entire life figuring out away to help his brainless corpse breathe life again. And when I finally do, guess what happened?" she shoved Claire hard into the metal wall, "Can you guess what happened Claire?!" her voice rose, the pleasantness vanished.
Hot tears ran down from Claire's eyes, "I'm sorry," she said through tears.
Alicia laughed, a voice that belonged in a padded cell, "You're sorry?!" she couldn't help herself, the laugher grew, her hand tightened, "So I'm I Claire! So I'm I!" Her eyes grew blue again and her hand loosened but stayed were it was, there were red tears flowing down her cheeks, "He was the only one I had Claire. My mother, if she knew about me she would of killed me on site. My uncle, brother would of tried as well. I was weak! I couldn't stop her doing those things to my father!" she shouted, "I had to wait, for something! And it came in the form of your brother. I'm grateful for him and what he did to that…" she struggled with the words as the rage was taking over body again, "Bitch!"
She stepped back throwing Claire to the floor as if she was some rag doll. She laughed, "You know I might leave him be. A life for a life," she wiped the bloodied tears away, "but knowing you Redfield's he would be back for revenge."
"Why?" choked Claire, she laid on the floor glaring up at Alicia. The question was merely asking why? Why all of this, why her friends when she was the one she wanted so desperately?
"Why?" she knelt down by the brunette and gently stroked her hair, "Because Claire I have debts to pay and you'll the biggest one," her face returned to that pleasant look, she smiled, "And well, your friends would be back to finish Umbrella off. And we wouldn't want that now, would we?"
Claire didn't answer she only frowned finally feeling some ounce of bravery…or stupidity.
Alicia's face scrunched up tight, angry reappeared in her eyes. Her hair began to flow around her as if she was moving the air. A deep forced pushed out from Alicia and into Claire, she screamed feeling a huge weight on her chest. Her body was being crushed by the wind Alicia was making, "Would we Claire?" the girl said through her teeth.
"No!" cried Claire.
The force vanished in that instant. The angry seeped away from Alicia's face. She smiled and patted her head, "Now come with me," she held out her hand.
Claire stared at it as if it was something new, she reached out but also knowing it was a bad thing to do. However her body wasn't even listening to the screams in her head, "Yes Lady Ashford," she said.
Alicia smiled brightly and helped Claire from the floor, "You're so much nicer like this Claire," she lead her to the centre of the lab towards the metal table, "I should of influenced your mind from the beginning it would of saved me so much time."
Claire smiled, "You are correct Lady Ashford," Claire couldn't believe what she was saying, it wasn't her!
"Now be a good girl and lie on here," she patted the bloodied surface of the table.
Claire gently let go of her hand and propped herself up on the table, she turned so her feet went up too and then lay down. Alicia skipped round the table smiling, "I'm surprised Claire, my other victims resisted so much more than you. And I thought you were a lot stronger," she giggled. She bought the leather straps and wrapped them round her hands and feet tightly, "Seems I was wrong."
She walked to a drawer by the small capsule and pulled out a tray, she walked back to Claire and laid the tray by her head.
Alicia stepped back and scrunched her nose in a cute smile, her golden hair fell around her illuminating her beautiful face and blue eyes, "Now don't go anywhere," she backed away walking out of the lab and into her room, her hand touched the doorknob. She turned round to wave and then smiled, "I have a big surprise for you when I get back," she giggled and then she was gone.
The door banged shut.
Claire blinked as if she was waking up for the first time; she flinched from the light above her not realising what had happened. She turned to her hands and screamed. She quickly tugged at the straps crying tears of anger and defeat.
She glanced up hitting her head against a small tray; she strained glaring into the metal container and screamed. There were surgical knives and other apparatus used within an operation. Claire sobbed already knowing what the Ashford bitch was up too.
"HELP!" she screamed, "STEVE! HELP!"
But it was no use; no one was going to hear her and even if they did Alicia was too strong to get passed her. She stopped screaming and simply laid on the cold metal surface watching the dried blood.
Whatever was planned for her she knew, she was going to end up as dried blood on the table after Alicia was done with her.
It was a sad thought, but a true one…
42
The white silky sheets felt so soft under her body, for a few seconds she didn't realise what had happen before. The softness of the bed was what mattered to her tired beat up body. She took in a deep breath only smelling the stench of death. It stung her nose and then she knew this wasn't home, but a place as evil as hell.
Claire opened her eyes and met a white embroidered canopy; it hung a few meters above her in a beautiful loop. She blinked a few times adjusting her vision to her surroundings. It was dark, but there were a few candles lit in the corners of the room. The room itself was old, it had an antique quality to it and it looked so much like the rooms in the private residence back on Rockfort Island. She knew the room only had to be Alexia's. There were stuffed dolls in pretty white dresses on an white antique chair, a wooden dressing table with a mirror, but looking at it closely the glass was broken and scattered. Fragments of glass covered the wooden table in an exquisite shimmer.
Claire shifted her feet and placed them onto the floor, the floor was covered in a soft black carpet. It seemed too new for the antiques, but it made the room that much darker. Her throat was aching and it felt hard to speak or even shallow. She walked to the vanity table stumbling from time to time. She used the posters of the bed and balanced herself. Her head was dizzy but clear enough to know that she was in a bad place. She sat on the small stool that came with the vanity table and looked into the shards of glass, her throat was red and patches of black were merging. Her lip was cut badly and her right cheek was almost purple. She touched it gently and winced, it was serious but not life threatening. Her entire body on the other hand was totally painful, just the slightest movement and the pain came in a quick sharp release all over. She sighed and narrowed her eyes closely at some shards of glass; there were drops of red blood on the slivery glass. She frowned and shifted in her seat.
Claire glanced quickly at her surroundings again and suddenly realised about Steve. He was alive, but not with her. She cursed mentally because she couldn't remember how she gotten in an Ashford's room. This was beginning to be a regular thing, waking up in strange places not knowing how the hell she got here. It was really pissing her off!
She stood up and walked to the far door slowly. Her hand gripped the doorknob and she twisted, but it wouldn't open. Claire laid her head on the coolest of the door; it seemed to ease the ache in her mind. She sighed almost feeling defeat. She frowned it was only a door! She wasn't going to be defeated by a stupid door! She turned to her knife and stopped in mid-motion. Her weapons were gone, and she knew her body didn't have enough strength to break down or even dent the damned thing. She relaxed back on the door and slid to the floor, "Steve?" she called out hoping he would open the door for her.
"Steve? Anyone?!"
The silence smashed into her like a millions bricks, she sighed again and glazed at the back wall. She wondered how Miriam, Leon and Chris were doing, hopefully better than her. And Steve, where could he be?
And there it was straight in front of her on the wall, a painting. A portrait of a man in his mid-forties, he sat very proud man in the painting dressed in rich clothing. In his left ear he had a green gem and it appeared so familiar. His blue eyes showed such a commanding appearance, a person who knew what he was doing; his short hair was golden just like Alexia's. She stopped herself, reaching for the knob and pulled herself up. She walked to the painting examining every tiny part of it.
Alexander Ashford.
Claire stood close to it and ran a finger across the man's gem. She jumped back hearing a loud click, the gem was pushed into the picture revealing a small round hole. The wall rumbled slightly sliding away to one side revealing a bright white light. Claire averted her eyes from the strong glare of the light. She blinked a couple of times and turned back to it. Claire moved up closely into the room that was behind the wall. But it wasn't a normal room, but a laboratory!
Computers lay on the far wall, the screens glowed with the Umbrella logo. A table or what really seemed like a metal operating table lay in the centre of the room with leather straps. Blood stained the surface, it was dried out but the red was still here, she didn't like the look of that. And she didn't like whatever happened there either. Then she saw a glass capsule of some sort, but it was small, it lay on a table to the far right of the lab. Claire walked closely to look through the glass and all there was, was a syringe containing a clear liquid.
She backed up and moved to the computers, she moved the mouse and the logo disappeared revealing a menu. Claire clicked onto it and all there was were a few files dated back from a very long time ago. She clicked on one and up popped a window. It was a film or something. A blonde man was in the same lab she was in; he was dressed in a white lab coat surrounded by three other men. He smiled at the camera.
"The Ashford cloning project is nearly complete, I Alexander Ashford has successfully made a clone from the genes of two Ashford's," he moved up to the back of the room to a chamber, he wiped the frost from the glass to reveal what was inside.
A baby!
"She'll will become a grand being containing not only the Ashford genes but also the Mother virus," he smiled then, "With the virus integrated within her D.N.A there would be no reason for her to be in stasis to allow her body to adapt to the virus. No, she will be born and will grow up with the virus making her stronger, faster, and more intelligent than any human being on this planet!"
The camera cut off and the window disappeared. She scanned the menu and clicked on one last file. It was a written document by Alexander Ashford:
'23rd October 1980: 09:00am
I know she's only ten years of age, but I know her, her mind is more powerful than mine and I know that my time will be up very soon. I can't have Alexia taking Umbrella over, she cannot have it! I can only hope that she will not find out about Alicia, her daughter. If she only knew about me taking a sample of her D.N.A she would kill me now, even her brother would take pleasure in his father's death.
Even though she is evil, her mind is precious, at such a young age she can out wit most scientists is amazing. However Alicia, my daughter, will be a hundred times better, now with the Mother Virus in her genes she will become unstoppable. And Alexia can do nothing about that!
All laboratory assistants are dead, I saw to that! I must keep her a secret from all; I can't have her life in danger. However if Alexia and her brother get their way I will leave my child all alone that is why I left the chief of the project alive. Dr Anne Watson has proven herself worthy for this vital mission. I trust her to keep my creation a secret from all.
Soon Alicia will be born, but she will never see her mother, she will never go to Rockfort. She's not merely my daughter but a miracle of science and the Ashford family will become renowned for this! I will be restored with honour!'
Claire stepped back and released a long breath, Alexia was dead after all, however her daughter was somewhere within the facility waiting for the right time. She didn't know who was worse Alexia or Alicia. With Alexia you knew exactly what you're getting into but Alicia? That was a mystery.
Claire froze and turned round, "Alicia Ashford," she said.
The young girl grinned and then curtsied, "Claire Redfield." She straightened herself and her smiled grew, her blue eyes sparkled brilliantly within the white light. She looked a lot like her mother.
"I've underestimated you Claire," she said, "I always thought you to be obtuse, but here you are in my secret laboratory."
Claire smiled, "I'll take that as a compliment-"
"You will take as I see fit!" Alicia snapped. Claire moved back, fear crept near her. See could feel the anger in the air, the girl seemed to have resentment against her, but she didn't know what.
"Scared are you Claire?" she laughed, "I would be if I was you." She moved towards the metal table and placed her arms onto; she rested her chin on her hands and watched Claire. Her golden hair lay round her, it looked as if the strands were alive and they were caressing her skin gently. She smiled, "Steve isn't dead Claire. I wouldn't kill him it took time to resurrect him from death."
Claire frowned; she could read her mind that was a bad sign. And it would be harder to escape, "What do you want?" her voice was shaky, she didn't want to sound weak in front of her but it couldn't be helped.
"I want…you."
"Why?"
"Because you killed my father Claire," she glared; she stood straight and began walking towards her. Her white gown rustled against the cold floor, "Wasn't it you who shot my father in his chest? Wasn't it you who murdered him on the Antarctic base?" her soft voice was dark, empty; there was a sinister feeling of sadness and a deep rage.
"He was-"
"Dead?" her eyes was losing its blue colour, they seem to glow pale white, "No, he was very much alive. You see Claire with patience and time you can create anything. I, for one, did."
She stopped and glanced to the far capsule on her right. Claire followed her eyes, "A cure?"
Alicia beamed a huge smile, "Yes and no," she began walking again, "You see Claire it's more of a reversal of effects rather than a cure. However it hasn't been tested so I don't know what the consequences are. I realised that every virus that Umbrella made stemmed from the original virus."
"The mother virus," Claire whispered.
"Yes, you know your history. So basing my 'ideas' on that I created the Counter-virus that can reverse the ill affects of all viruses."
"And what about your mother?"
The room grew warm, as if a hot breeze suddenly appeared within the room just like that. Claire stared at the young girl; her eyes were no more that white orbs. She disappeared in a blink of an eye. Claire breath quickened, she really didn't like this one bit, she stepped forward glaring from left to right for the young Ashford.
"What kind of person experiments on her own father?!" her voice was soft, yet it was apparent that she hated her mother. She suddenly appeared in front of Claire reaching out towards her. Claire was too slow to react. Alicia grabbed her neck wrapping her elegant pale fingers round her throat, "Well Claire? Tell me!"
Claire glared down at Alicia, her body was overcome with fear and not only that but the girl was choking her slowly. She wrapped her hands round Alicia's fingers and tried to pry them away. But the girl was too strong.
"I don't know," she wheezed.
"I'll tell you," she pushed her back into the wall, "I understood my father made mistakes but she had no right to turn him into…that…thing! I spent my entire life figuring out away to help his brainless corpse breathe life again. And when I finally do, guess what happened?" she shoved Claire hard into the metal wall, "Can you guess what happened Claire?!" her voice rose, the pleasantness vanished.
Hot tears ran down from Claire's eyes, "I'm sorry," she said through tears.
Alicia laughed, a voice that belonged in a padded cell, "You're sorry?!" she couldn't help herself, the laugher grew, her hand tightened, "So I'm I Claire! So I'm I!" Her eyes grew blue again and her hand loosened but stayed were it was, there were red tears flowing down her cheeks, "He was the only one I had Claire. My mother, if she knew about me she would of killed me on site. My uncle, brother would of tried as well. I was weak! I couldn't stop her doing those things to my father!" she shouted, "I had to wait, for something! And it came in the form of your brother. I'm grateful for him and what he did to that…" she struggled with the words as the rage was taking over body again, "Bitch!"
She stepped back throwing Claire to the floor as if she was some rag doll. She laughed, "You know I might leave him be. A life for a life," she wiped the bloodied tears away, "but knowing you Redfield's he would be back for revenge."
"Why?" choked Claire, she laid on the floor glaring up at Alicia. The question was merely asking why? Why all of this, why her friends when she was the one she wanted so desperately?
"Why?" she knelt down by the brunette and gently stroked her hair, "Because Claire I have debts to pay and you'll the biggest one," her face returned to that pleasant look, she smiled, "And well, your friends would be back to finish Umbrella off. And we wouldn't want that now, would we?"
Claire didn't answer she only frowned finally feeling some ounce of bravery…or stupidity.
Alicia's face scrunched up tight, angry reappeared in her eyes. Her hair began to flow around her as if she was moving the air. A deep forced pushed out from Alicia and into Claire, she screamed feeling a huge weight on her chest. Her body was being crushed by the wind Alicia was making, "Would we Claire?" the girl said through her teeth.
"No!" cried Claire.
The force vanished in that instant. The angry seeped away from Alicia's face. She smiled and patted her head, "Now come with me," she held out her hand.
Claire stared at it as if it was something new, she reached out but also knowing it was a bad thing to do. However her body wasn't even listening to the screams in her head, "Yes Lady Ashford," she said.
Alicia smiled brightly and helped Claire from the floor, "You're so much nicer like this Claire," she lead her to the centre of the lab towards the metal table, "I should of influenced your mind from the beginning it would of saved me so much time."
Claire smiled, "You are correct Lady Ashford," Claire couldn't believe what she was saying, it wasn't her!
"Now be a good girl and lie on here," she patted the bloodied surface of the table.
Claire gently let go of her hand and propped herself up on the table, she turned so her feet went up too and then lay down. Alicia skipped round the table smiling, "I'm surprised Claire, my other victims resisted so much more than you. And I thought you were a lot stronger," she giggled. She bought the leather straps and wrapped them round her hands and feet tightly, "Seems I was wrong."
She walked to a drawer by the small capsule and pulled out a tray, she walked back to Claire and laid the tray by her head.
Alicia stepped back and scrunched her nose in a cute smile, her golden hair fell around her illuminating her beautiful face and blue eyes, "Now don't go anywhere," she backed away walking out of the lab and into her room, her hand touched the doorknob. She turned round to wave and then smiled, "I have a big surprise for you when I get back," she giggled and then she was gone.
The door banged shut.
Claire blinked as if she was waking up for the first time; she flinched from the light above her not realising what had happened. She turned to her hands and screamed. She quickly tugged at the straps crying tears of anger and defeat.
She glanced up hitting her head against a small tray; she strained glaring into the metal container and screamed. There were surgical knives and other apparatus used within an operation. Claire sobbed already knowing what the Ashford bitch was up too.
"HELP!" she screamed, "STEVE! HELP!"
But it was no use; no one was going to hear her and even if they did Alicia was too strong to get passed her. She stopped screaming and simply laid on the cold metal surface watching the dried blood.
Whatever was planned for her she knew, she was going to end up as dried blood on the table after Alicia was done with her.
It was a sad thought, but a true one…