Claire burst into her motel room like a hurricane, dumping her leather jacket on the bed and throwing the key to her room down on the little bedside cabinet in the corner. Quickly Claire peeled off her leathers and stood in the bathroom with just a tank top and jeans. Looking in the small mirror over the sink Claire washed her face to rid herself of all the grime that built up after being on the bike.

Once she felt clean, again Claire padded through to the main room and flopped down on the bed. "If all goes well tomorrow Chris will meet me at that little diner outside Malone." Then she laughed when she realized she had just spoken to herself, She really was going crazy. But her laughter died off, instead turning to tears as she started to think about Steve… Get it together! I can't think about that shit right now I have to stay focused on the job at hand. Claire turned onto her side and grabbed a pillow tucking it under her chin. I shouldn't think so much about the boy I knew for such a short time. Claire knew that she had to suppress her pain over Steve's death, now just wasn't the time or place to let it all out. She had to take down Umbrella. All Claire had to do was make sure she stayed alive long enough to do it and ensure Steve's sacrifice to save her life would not have been in vain.

Claire pulled out her Beretta and made sure it was loaded before placing it carefully under her pillow. She lay down on the blankets as the moon rose outside. She looked around the room, completely absorbed in her thoughts. Umbrella… the thought of what they had done to her and Chris, and thousands of innocent people it made her want to scream with the . She wanted to take them down, she wanted to watch them burn and suffer like everyone in Raccoon and Rockfort had as she looked on laughing. Claire could only feel disgust and shock for herself and at Umbrella for causing her to feel so much hate. They were evil and they had to be stopped. Before Umbrella, Claire would never have even contemplated that she could feel like this. Before Umbrella she had been an ordinary college girl, the most excitement she had gotten was when she aced her exam for her college scholarship. She realized she hated Umbrella for a different reason too. They had killed her, what she was from before, the run of the mill college girl. Claire had never realised how naïve her life had been before and protected from all the evil that seemed so prevalent now. Umbrella had stolen her life, her future and had very nearly taken her brother away from her. But Claire guessed she could thank them for that though. She now felt practically ancient after all, that she had seen it felt like she had been through a few lifetimes instead of just nineteen years of the one. Claire had toughened up and she seriously hoped it was enough to take on all that would undoubtedly come at her. The Claire she was now was a survivor. Someone who could make it.

Claire sat up rapidly, reaching under the pillow for the Berretta; just as she had been starting to drift off she had heard something from outside. Something that didn't just sound like someone stumbling into their motel room Pushing herself up and walked quietly to the door, Claire listened for any thing else to move… her heart started to pound in her chest as the adrenalin started to pump through her veins but she made an effort to stay calm. Failing to hear anything else, Claire crept to the window and peered out onto the car lot through the cracks in the curtain. She couldn't see anything, there were no lights on outside in the car park and the moonlight from before was being obscured by clouds enveloping the car park in darkness. After she stood there for what seemed like eternity she lowered her gun and turned to go back to the bed. Just then the window behind her shattered! Panicked Claire swung around and shot off the gun at the several dark shadows storming the room! One of them grunted and fell to the floor his blood splattering the wall in an arc. Claire shot off at the one advancing on her the fastest. She got him in between the eyes! Blood and gore splattered the lamp by the bed, causing the room to turn a hazy red. Seeing that Claire was distracted and before Claire could even react two of her attackers lunged at her wrenching the handgun away from her and kicking her legs from under her. Claire cried out as one elbowed her in the small of the back before pulling her arms back painfully and handcuffing her. "No! Stop it! Let go of me you bastards!" Claire shrieked even though she knew it was hopeless. "Shut her up before some one hears!" one of the men growled. Quickly complying a third man pulled Claire's head up by the hair and duct taped her mouth shut muffling her screams. Once he had finished he hefted up his rifle and used the butt to smack her in the side of her head. Dazed Claire went quiet.

When Claire came to, she could feel dried blood crusted to her forehead where the handle of a gun had connected to her head. She looked up dazedly at her captors, the Umbrella logo was plastered over everything in the van leaving Claire in no doubt, whatsoever how bad things were and how bad they were going to get. Where were they taking her, what was she going to do? Was Chris still safe? Here you go there's chapter 2 I am working on chapter 3 and hopefully I''ll finish it by tonight so you can post them together. Tell me what you think.