GO PUSH ME!
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Go Claire! Go Claire! Go Claire! LIKE A LIGHTBULB!
Lightbulbs are significant. Light. In a bulb.
Muhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaaaa!
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Chapter 2
Chris Redfield stepped off the plane gangway, and took his first look around his hometown in what felt like forever.
Battling a corrupt corporation that relased zombie killers does that to you.
You cant find space in your life.
(Not that I'd know...Not like Zombies jump me or nething...¬¬)
He droppedhis hand luggage, and flopped down onto the bench where he would wait for his bags containing his S.T.A.R gear.
Here he was now, a mere step away from shattering the final shard of Umbrella corporation for good.
One final hurdle, then it was plain sailing for Raccoon city, and the world.
He smiled.
As a child he had always wished to save the world. You know, those little kid fantasies?
Well, he had nearly done it.
Bags drifted past, each of them making him more impatient.
He glanced at his watch. Noon.
He had 8 hours to get his bags and find this bloody restaurant Leon had insisted meeting in.
And of all the cheek, acting like it had been Chris' wish to meet here.
He wish he could read that man's mind.
He could have his own evil agenda...
His sister floated to the front of his mind.
Damn that girl.
From the calls Leon had been giving him, it sounded like she had pretty much messed up her life.
But then again, Leon had a tendancy to exaggerate.
But still, he worried for her.
His 2 bags brought his attention back to the present, but not before he wondered what she was doing now...
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Claire awoke for the second time that day.
She groaned, pushing the various objects digging into her abdomen off the sofa.
She didnt open her eyes just yet, the boy from her dream still planted firmly on her eyelids.
Steve...
As long as she kept her eys shut, she could see him.
She wished she was blind, just for that moment or two...
It's funny how the more you try to preserve an image, the more it slips away, and now she seemed to be trying to hold onto smoke.
She watched as the last of his face slipped away, and then her eyes took on the waking world.
The world without him.
That damn TV.
The thought of the bill made her shiver.
And as if there was anything else to show?
More news.
The noon news to be precise.
She sat up and stretched widely, thoughts of earlier that morning flooding back.
Damn Leon...
Damn date...
Damn Steve...
This was all his fault.
Why couldnt he have just ripped her head off and be done with it?
She felt another sting at the back of her eyes, and laughed coldly at the thought of tears.
How could she still have enough to cry?
Her body must be working overtime to make up for it, but that was obvious by the strained look all over her face.
She didnt see the point in eating anymore, and only did when Leon came over to get him off her case.
He had been on it alot recently.
Maybe if she made herself looka ny worse he would lose interest in her, leaving her in peace?
Nice thought, but Leon wasnt that shallow.
A little while ago, she would have swooned if Leon asked her out, but then she had met him.
She stood angriliy.
This WAS his fault!
Her life was fucked because of him!
She couldnt get another guy, couldnt meet friends, couldnt do ANYTHING...
Because of him...
The beretta on the table began looking very tempting to her.
It had been for a little while now.
She would wake, sobbing, in the night, and it would be there, as if placed on purpose...
No...
She wouldnt give in...
He died for her, she wouldnt let him down again.
The sketch on the wall smiled at her, it's lopsided grin making her feel weak at the knees.
It was of her own creation, but still made her crazy.
Dammit, this wasnt getting things done.
Knowing Leon, he'd pick her up, even though they arranged to meet.
She sighed, cursing his affection for her, and began picking at pieces of rubbish hopelessly.
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"Luck be a lady tonight!"
The young man's voice echoed around him as he climbed the stairs towards her apartment.
He didnt know the rest of the words though, and began whistling thetune.
He reached her door, knocking in rhythm with his whistles, dancing with the flower in his hand.
"Just a second!"
Aha...he smiled, she wasnt prepared, just how he'd hoped to catch her.
Turning up 2 hours early at her apartment.
Good plan Leon, he silently congratulated himself.
The lock clicked and there stood a breathless looking, stillpajama clad Claire.
"Leon!" she said surprised, "What are you doing here so early?"
"Thought I'd surprise you," he winked at her,"Here!" he handed her the flower.
"Thanks! Thats so sweet!" she placed it in a vase by the door.
Wow, Leon thought,what a coincidence...almost like she knew...
Nah...
"Oh...erm..."Claire stammered,"would you like to...?"
She signalled her hallway.
"Oh, yeah, yeah ok."
She smiled, andbounced off down the hall to what he knew to be her room.
"Make yourself at home!" she called to him, "There's coffee on the table!"
Leon's smile vanished.
Had he really become THAT predictable?
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Claire dug through her wardrobe.
Yes she HAD been expecting him, but in her endevour to clean up, she had forgot to pick what to wear.
She swore, siphonig through items that were too flirty, too formal, too casual, whatever.
How do you pick clothes to say: "Cant we be friends?"
She could always go naked...
She shook the thought of Leon's face if she walked down the hall in her birthday suit and began grabbing at more clothes.
Almost accidentily, she grabbed a jacket with the logo "Let one live" on the back.
With a small smile, she found the red top and jeans that matched it.
She hadnt worn this in a while...
After pulling all the items neccessary, she ran into the bathroom, hitting the nozzle for the shower.
Stepping out of her underwear, she stepped into the hot spray of water.
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"Claire?"
Leon called down to her room.
He'd finished his coffee, and after throwing several paper balls into the wastepaper basket, he was officially bored.
Claire had been gone 20 minutes, and there was nothing good on TV.
His urge to snoop was overpowering now, and he stood, creeping across the room should Claire choose to re-appear.
The little closet door was already ajar, and he inched it further, flinching as it squeaked loudly.
She'd obviously just cleaned up.
Everything was shoved haphazardly in, sticking out at odd angles, with no real care.
Except one item.
Taped to the back of the door, a pencil sketch.
He opened the door all the way, to let the light flood onto it.
His eyes narrowed.
It was that boy from the island.
He checked she wasnt in sight, and scrunched it up, throwing it clear across the room into the bin.
He never missed.
He shut the door back to how he found it, heading out down the hall to Claire's room.
"Claire?" he knocked lightly.
Getting no response he entered.
The room was empty, and the sound of the shower was next door.
Her room she obviously hadnt bothered to clean.
The floor was cluttered and every surface covered in various objects.
Even her pillow had a beretta on it.
He flopped down on the bed, listening for any sound from next door.
She didnt seem the sort of girl to sing in the shower, somehow.
After 5 minutes of playing with the beretta, the shower stopped.
The door clicked unlocked and she walked out, a wet towel hugging her curves.
Leon gasped, making her notice him for the first time.
"LEON!" she screamed, covering her form with her arms.
"I didnt mean...I thought...Oh man..."
"Well dont sit there!" she continued, blushing furiously, "get the hell out!"
He didnt hesitate.
He leapt up and polted from the room, slamming the door behind him.
She stood stock still, still panting from the shock.
That bastard.
If he'd tried hard enough, he could have saw anything.
It wasnt a vey big towel after all.
She growled, going back to her dressing.
She wasnt going to bother doing much with her hair, just pulling it back into a pony tail.
Cute...but practical...
After one quick checkto make sure she hadnt missed anyhing, she left her room, but not before loading the beretta and placing it down the back of her jeans.
