Kitana: Hello all it's been awhile huh?! That's a hell yeah….well it's been hard thinking up stuff and I kinda had this done for a well but wasn't sure to put it up. Hopefully after this one I will have the next chapter completed and posted up in no time…
Well I hope everyone's well and as always I hope you enjoy this part!
;o)
47
Claire and Steve raced down the hall with all their might; Claire pushed herself, her entire body let alone mind to move. However it was costing her a lot. Her blood was flowing over her hands, which covered her wound. Her mind was frantic with fear, real fear, she was scared of Alicia. Such a young soul with so much power was deadly; Claire only felt the surface of that dark power. The girl had problems and Claire was the major one of them all.
If Claire died then the nightmare would finally be over. She thought about it hard, she even considered it for a moment, but one look from Steve told her things that even she couldn't comprehend.
"She will kill us all Claire if she was to gain her revenge. Don't even think about it," he panted, his arms tightened around her waist and she could feel something warm about him. A warm air seemed to flow through him and over her. He was protecting her with what power he had. And just then she felt ashamed for leaning to the edge of defeat. There was something in the way he held her, as if he knew and understood what she felt, no words could describe it, it was just a good feeling, an understanding feeling.
With no weapons and only Steve's power that really couldn't match that of Alicia's all hope seemed lost, not if Claire's strike was true. They slowed down, one because Claire was near to falling on the floor, two, they were breathless and tiredness was pulling at them and three, well they didn't know where the hell they were going.
Claire glanced back, her face was pale, her small fragile body was shaking, she was doing everything she could to not collapse. The pain that ached and panged from her wound was a blessing in disguise it made her move, made her feel that she wasn't useless or dead yet. That there was some fight still left in her.
"Claire?" Steve whispered softly, he touched her shoulder and she jumped, flinching away from him. She glared at him, eyes wide and scared, "Claire," he said again hands down by his side, "We need to go up."
She watched him and looked towards her and there it was the elevator. They had been running but she didn't realise that they were so close to freedom. They moved up to it however Claire stopped, "We don't have the code Steve. If we don't have the code we're all dead."
He walked back to her reaching out his hand, "Trust me I know what it is."
She watched him not really understanding how, her body tensed and her breath quickened. She nearly fell only to push that feeling away and move on! It didn't matter how he knew, if they survive this ordeal she would only have to ask how. She took his hand and they were running again to the elevator.
Steve spent no time at all dawdling, and it was a big step from the other Steve. He seemed more mature grownup. It was her who was the focused one back in the Antarctic and he the victim. But now the roles had changed she the victim and Steve the enforcer, the protector.
He smiled gently, "I had to grow up Claire. I'm not failing you again."
He did it again, used his strange power to read her mind, she wasn't fond of it, but it wasn't a great time either to discuss it. He placed his fingers on the point were the two metal doors came together. Claire leant back on the wall, eyes closed and almost huddling into a ball, "Why don't you just call for the lift," she whimpered face filled with pain.
"Because I can sense her," he admitted, "She's still alive."
Claire glanced up, eyes dark and wide, face showing pure utter shock, "How? That was a deadly blow."
He pushed the metal doors apart frantically, his body tensed as he worked his muscles into moving the heavy doors away. He moved in slightly peering up. It was dark and yet he could see it as if the sun shone down. The lift was way high above and right on the side was a metal ladder. He looked at Claire and saw that she was in a lot of pain; she was doing her best to keep a brave face for him and herself. She was a stubborn woman and also an independent one too.
"She was never a human, her entire body it bound with the Mother-virus. She was the first and you could say the mother of the beasts. I can feel her essence almost feel her heart beating on my tongue. She is alive."
Claire moved up and passed Steve into the shaft, his warm power brushed against her skin slightly, it was a pleasing feeling. One that she would love to feel again. She released her left hand from over her wound and gripped the metal ladder. It was going to very painful and difficult to move, but that was the price to pay to see life again.
Steve scanned the hall and vanished into the darkened shaft climbing the ladder behind Claire.
"How are you doing?"
That almost made her laugh because it was a stupid question, "Peachy," she strained to say.
He could hear and feel her pain, but there was nothing he could do but watch over her. The deep smell of blood lingered around him, it was Claire's blood, and its sweet metallic scent was arousing as if a part of him enjoyed the taste of fresh blood and meat. To hunt down his prey and sink teeth and claws into that warm flesh, just to rip the soft meat from bone, and just simply to drink the gushing blood. He shook his head pushing that strange thought away. He was thinking of her as…as…food! He quickly gained his focus back, but it was hard with every moment smelling and almost tasting her blood in the air.
Something giggled, a soft light voice within his head. She was contacting him with her mind. And he knew in that second it was Alicia causing that deep dark part of him to surface. He frowned and glanced up at Claire, she climbed, barely. He looked down in the shaft simply feeling Alicia faraway. Steve concentrated, thrusting that deep power from his body tightening that invisible shield around them. He was trying to block Alicia's powers, the word here being 'trying', however Alicia was a masterful girl with her own power. If she wanted she could will his power away, tearing the seams of that invisible warn shield and enter their minds.
But he knew her better than that, she was a child at heart and her toys were escaping from her. She wanted to play, slowly breaking down their chances of escaping as well as their sanity and then destroy them with nothing more than a thought. Sick that she was it didn't matter one bit; the major question was, when would she come? Sooner rather than later she would want to see the fear in their eyes as their blood fall to the floor.
Alicia pushed out that soft laugher with her mind and just then he saw her standing, blood absorbing back into her skin, her wound sealing up again with no tear or mark left behind. Her golden hair grew lighter as if it shone white, her eyes were nothing more but white orbs glowing greatly in that darkness. A small smile spread onto her lips, and she knew where they were, just as he could see her, she most definitely saw him.
'You can't run forever Steve,' she whispered, 'I'm coming to claim you and destroy that bitch!'
The image vanished suddenly, and her last words left a deep hole in him, fear began to grow steady and for the first time he wondered if they could truly do it this time without a death happening. But as he stared up at Claire, blood spreading out and through her clothes and with Alicia bent on destroying her he didn't know. One thing he did, he would try everything he had to stop Alicia from hurting Claire.
Even if it cost him his life…again…
"Claire," he said, she glanced down wincing at the same time. Confusion flowed through her beautiful face, "Stop here."
She glanced at the two metal doors, they were shut let alone it was the wrong floor, "Steve we're not there yet," she looked at him completely unaware about Alicia, he hated to look into her eyes and see her vulnerability leak out. She looked like a lost child, not really understanding why. All he wanted to do was hold her and keep her away from harm, but even that was impossible. He climbed a little bit further up behind Claire. His body gently laid into her and she could almost feel a change in him, a quite anxiousness.
He moved closer to get to the doors, his red hair lightly brushed against her cheek, he was sad, almost to the point of helpless.
"Don't protect me by not telling me Steve," she whispered.
He stopped, his body staying as still as possible. She turned her head back slightly but not enough to see his face.
"Tell me."
He sighed and carried on pulling the doors apart, "When we get out of here I will."
He pushed the doors apart and helped Claire to move out from the shaft and onto the corridor of the third floor. She managed to grab onto the edges and pull her self passed the doors. She sat on the floor panting, even a few inches were a struggle. Steve followed passing through the metal doors. He pulled himself up reaching out for her hand.
"Not until you tell me," she said.
"Claire I'm not kidding when I said that Alicia is alive! If we want to live give me your hand."
She shook her head and stayed sitting on the cold floor, "Tell me."
Steve sighed pushing back his hair; straight out from that pod he was thrust into chaos yet again. And now Claire wanted to know about the little voice in his head that kept telling him to kill Claire.
He looked back down at her and stretched out his hand again, "I will tell when we're moving, please Claire I will tell you! Now get up!"
She stared into those blue-green eyes and knew exactly if he was telling the truth or not, but somehow inside those human eyes peeked a suppressed beast longing to be awaken. She reached her hand out and grabbed onto his, "It's her," she said as they began to run down the hall, however Steve stayed quiet, it wasn't the time or place to start discussing about 'her'!
'Why are you running Steve? There's no way to go! I control you and the beast!' she laughed deep within his mind, 'You can try and escape me but I'll always be there in the back of your mind with him! The one that is almost out from you! Claire best watch her back, because if it isn't me cutting out her heart it will be you….'
Steve dragged Claire on, Alicia was right, he knew if they didn't find a way out soon then Claire was dead! Either by the Ashford hands…or mind, or by his. He would never want to hurt her, he loved her too much, but Alicia had a hold over the beast that hid inside of him. He knew she could call for it whenever, it was only a matter of time.
And time was fading away fast like water seeping through his fingers onto the dusty floor. Lost forever!
They quickly turned to an office, Steve pushed in the door still dragging Claire behind as if she was a rag doll, "Quickly," he gasped, "In here."
Claire stumbled inside luckily not falling over herself in the process. Steve closed the door pulling a table in front of it, "Steve," whispered Claire, "We don't have much time."
"Don't worry Claire she won't hurt you-"
"No!" snapped Claire, "It's not Alicia," she faced him and she could see the seed of confusion washing over his face, "Chris…he and Leon have bought C4 to blow this-" she winced as a sharp spasm passed through, "this place! We haven't got much time left. I presume he and Leon have set the charges."
Steve move forward grabbing her hand, Alicia was one thing, but this? It seemed that every way out was trapped for them. His fingers tightened round Claire's wrist. He quickly glanced at his surrounding going back was not an option maybe, just maybe if the air vents could lead them out…
He looked up glaring carefully at the ceiling, "Ok," he said climbing a chair, "Claire we can do this!" he faced her, strong emotions were playing across his eyes. He was determined to get out alive; it wasn't going to end like last time!
She nodded her head and walked close to him viewing the ceiling. Steve pushed up a part of the sectioned ceiling and peered inside; he glanced back at Claire and smiled, "All clear."
Well I hope everyone's well and as always I hope you enjoy this part!
;o)
47
Claire and Steve raced down the hall with all their might; Claire pushed herself, her entire body let alone mind to move. However it was costing her a lot. Her blood was flowing over her hands, which covered her wound. Her mind was frantic with fear, real fear, she was scared of Alicia. Such a young soul with so much power was deadly; Claire only felt the surface of that dark power. The girl had problems and Claire was the major one of them all.
If Claire died then the nightmare would finally be over. She thought about it hard, she even considered it for a moment, but one look from Steve told her things that even she couldn't comprehend.
"She will kill us all Claire if she was to gain her revenge. Don't even think about it," he panted, his arms tightened around her waist and she could feel something warm about him. A warm air seemed to flow through him and over her. He was protecting her with what power he had. And just then she felt ashamed for leaning to the edge of defeat. There was something in the way he held her, as if he knew and understood what she felt, no words could describe it, it was just a good feeling, an understanding feeling.
With no weapons and only Steve's power that really couldn't match that of Alicia's all hope seemed lost, not if Claire's strike was true. They slowed down, one because Claire was near to falling on the floor, two, they were breathless and tiredness was pulling at them and three, well they didn't know where the hell they were going.
Claire glanced back, her face was pale, her small fragile body was shaking, she was doing everything she could to not collapse. The pain that ached and panged from her wound was a blessing in disguise it made her move, made her feel that she wasn't useless or dead yet. That there was some fight still left in her.
"Claire?" Steve whispered softly, he touched her shoulder and she jumped, flinching away from him. She glared at him, eyes wide and scared, "Claire," he said again hands down by his side, "We need to go up."
She watched him and looked towards her and there it was the elevator. They had been running but she didn't realise that they were so close to freedom. They moved up to it however Claire stopped, "We don't have the code Steve. If we don't have the code we're all dead."
He walked back to her reaching out his hand, "Trust me I know what it is."
She watched him not really understanding how, her body tensed and her breath quickened. She nearly fell only to push that feeling away and move on! It didn't matter how he knew, if they survive this ordeal she would only have to ask how. She took his hand and they were running again to the elevator.
Steve spent no time at all dawdling, and it was a big step from the other Steve. He seemed more mature grownup. It was her who was the focused one back in the Antarctic and he the victim. But now the roles had changed she the victim and Steve the enforcer, the protector.
He smiled gently, "I had to grow up Claire. I'm not failing you again."
He did it again, used his strange power to read her mind, she wasn't fond of it, but it wasn't a great time either to discuss it. He placed his fingers on the point were the two metal doors came together. Claire leant back on the wall, eyes closed and almost huddling into a ball, "Why don't you just call for the lift," she whimpered face filled with pain.
"Because I can sense her," he admitted, "She's still alive."
Claire glanced up, eyes dark and wide, face showing pure utter shock, "How? That was a deadly blow."
He pushed the metal doors apart frantically, his body tensed as he worked his muscles into moving the heavy doors away. He moved in slightly peering up. It was dark and yet he could see it as if the sun shone down. The lift was way high above and right on the side was a metal ladder. He looked at Claire and saw that she was in a lot of pain; she was doing her best to keep a brave face for him and herself. She was a stubborn woman and also an independent one too.
"She was never a human, her entire body it bound with the Mother-virus. She was the first and you could say the mother of the beasts. I can feel her essence almost feel her heart beating on my tongue. She is alive."
Claire moved up and passed Steve into the shaft, his warm power brushed against her skin slightly, it was a pleasing feeling. One that she would love to feel again. She released her left hand from over her wound and gripped the metal ladder. It was going to very painful and difficult to move, but that was the price to pay to see life again.
Steve scanned the hall and vanished into the darkened shaft climbing the ladder behind Claire.
"How are you doing?"
That almost made her laugh because it was a stupid question, "Peachy," she strained to say.
He could hear and feel her pain, but there was nothing he could do but watch over her. The deep smell of blood lingered around him, it was Claire's blood, and its sweet metallic scent was arousing as if a part of him enjoyed the taste of fresh blood and meat. To hunt down his prey and sink teeth and claws into that warm flesh, just to rip the soft meat from bone, and just simply to drink the gushing blood. He shook his head pushing that strange thought away. He was thinking of her as…as…food! He quickly gained his focus back, but it was hard with every moment smelling and almost tasting her blood in the air.
Something giggled, a soft light voice within his head. She was contacting him with her mind. And he knew in that second it was Alicia causing that deep dark part of him to surface. He frowned and glanced up at Claire, she climbed, barely. He looked down in the shaft simply feeling Alicia faraway. Steve concentrated, thrusting that deep power from his body tightening that invisible shield around them. He was trying to block Alicia's powers, the word here being 'trying', however Alicia was a masterful girl with her own power. If she wanted she could will his power away, tearing the seams of that invisible warn shield and enter their minds.
But he knew her better than that, she was a child at heart and her toys were escaping from her. She wanted to play, slowly breaking down their chances of escaping as well as their sanity and then destroy them with nothing more than a thought. Sick that she was it didn't matter one bit; the major question was, when would she come? Sooner rather than later she would want to see the fear in their eyes as their blood fall to the floor.
Alicia pushed out that soft laugher with her mind and just then he saw her standing, blood absorbing back into her skin, her wound sealing up again with no tear or mark left behind. Her golden hair grew lighter as if it shone white, her eyes were nothing more but white orbs glowing greatly in that darkness. A small smile spread onto her lips, and she knew where they were, just as he could see her, she most definitely saw him.
'You can't run forever Steve,' she whispered, 'I'm coming to claim you and destroy that bitch!'
The image vanished suddenly, and her last words left a deep hole in him, fear began to grow steady and for the first time he wondered if they could truly do it this time without a death happening. But as he stared up at Claire, blood spreading out and through her clothes and with Alicia bent on destroying her he didn't know. One thing he did, he would try everything he had to stop Alicia from hurting Claire.
Even if it cost him his life…again…
"Claire," he said, she glanced down wincing at the same time. Confusion flowed through her beautiful face, "Stop here."
She glanced at the two metal doors, they were shut let alone it was the wrong floor, "Steve we're not there yet," she looked at him completely unaware about Alicia, he hated to look into her eyes and see her vulnerability leak out. She looked like a lost child, not really understanding why. All he wanted to do was hold her and keep her away from harm, but even that was impossible. He climbed a little bit further up behind Claire. His body gently laid into her and she could almost feel a change in him, a quite anxiousness.
He moved closer to get to the doors, his red hair lightly brushed against her cheek, he was sad, almost to the point of helpless.
"Don't protect me by not telling me Steve," she whispered.
He stopped, his body staying as still as possible. She turned her head back slightly but not enough to see his face.
"Tell me."
He sighed and carried on pulling the doors apart, "When we get out of here I will."
He pushed the doors apart and helped Claire to move out from the shaft and onto the corridor of the third floor. She managed to grab onto the edges and pull her self passed the doors. She sat on the floor panting, even a few inches were a struggle. Steve followed passing through the metal doors. He pulled himself up reaching out for her hand.
"Not until you tell me," she said.
"Claire I'm not kidding when I said that Alicia is alive! If we want to live give me your hand."
She shook her head and stayed sitting on the cold floor, "Tell me."
Steve sighed pushing back his hair; straight out from that pod he was thrust into chaos yet again. And now Claire wanted to know about the little voice in his head that kept telling him to kill Claire.
He looked back down at her and stretched out his hand again, "I will tell when we're moving, please Claire I will tell you! Now get up!"
She stared into those blue-green eyes and knew exactly if he was telling the truth or not, but somehow inside those human eyes peeked a suppressed beast longing to be awaken. She reached her hand out and grabbed onto his, "It's her," she said as they began to run down the hall, however Steve stayed quiet, it wasn't the time or place to start discussing about 'her'!
'Why are you running Steve? There's no way to go! I control you and the beast!' she laughed deep within his mind, 'You can try and escape me but I'll always be there in the back of your mind with him! The one that is almost out from you! Claire best watch her back, because if it isn't me cutting out her heart it will be you….'
Steve dragged Claire on, Alicia was right, he knew if they didn't find a way out soon then Claire was dead! Either by the Ashford hands…or mind, or by his. He would never want to hurt her, he loved her too much, but Alicia had a hold over the beast that hid inside of him. He knew she could call for it whenever, it was only a matter of time.
And time was fading away fast like water seeping through his fingers onto the dusty floor. Lost forever!
They quickly turned to an office, Steve pushed in the door still dragging Claire behind as if she was a rag doll, "Quickly," he gasped, "In here."
Claire stumbled inside luckily not falling over herself in the process. Steve closed the door pulling a table in front of it, "Steve," whispered Claire, "We don't have much time."
"Don't worry Claire she won't hurt you-"
"No!" snapped Claire, "It's not Alicia," she faced him and she could see the seed of confusion washing over his face, "Chris…he and Leon have bought C4 to blow this-" she winced as a sharp spasm passed through, "this place! We haven't got much time left. I presume he and Leon have set the charges."
Steve move forward grabbing her hand, Alicia was one thing, but this? It seemed that every way out was trapped for them. His fingers tightened round Claire's wrist. He quickly glanced at his surrounding going back was not an option maybe, just maybe if the air vents could lead them out…
He looked up glaring carefully at the ceiling, "Ok," he said climbing a chair, "Claire we can do this!" he faced her, strong emotions were playing across his eyes. He was determined to get out alive; it wasn't going to end like last time!
She nodded her head and walked close to him viewing the ceiling. Steve pushed up a part of the sectioned ceiling and peered inside; he glanced back at Claire and smiled, "All clear."