Enjoy, this chapter gives more info on the whole situation and will arise more questions. Enjoy! Disclaimer: Resident Evil and all related trademarks are property of Capcom. Intended for mature readers, Based on the m rated game by Capcom.

Irons laughed menacingly as he had his gun pointed at Claire. The look on her face was beautiful, her aquiline features fixed in a mask of her fear and shock; she hadn't expected Brian Irons was clever enough to corner her, Brian thought. "Calm down Chief Irons," Claire trembled. "Who sent you?" Brian asked. "Was it Richard, from headquarters? Or did your orders come from someone on the board? There's no use lying, not anymore," he exclaimed. Claire just stared at Irons. Her eyes were wide and full of confusion. "I…I don't know what your talking about, there's been some kind of mistake-"

"Oh, there's been a mistake, and you made it," Irons spat. "How long has Umbrella been watching me?" he asked. "Were your exact orders to kill me off right away, or did Umbrella want me to suffer a bit more first?" "I want some Goddamn answers!" He shouted. Claire didn't answer him for a moment, obviously wondering what she could say. Her eyes were fixed on Iron's VP70 gun that was pointed firmly at her face. "I came to Raccoon City looking for my brother," she uttered. "He was with S.T.A.R.S., and I just-"

"S.T.A.R.S.? Is that the best you can do?" Irons laughed while shaking his head. Most of the Raccoon S.T.A.R.S. had fled before things went to shit and last he heard was Umbrella had sent some first class monsters from the Tyrant series to dispose of any S.T.A.R.S. members that wouldn't join Umbrella, Irons thought. He narrowed his eyes on her pale face. "May I ask who is your brother?" Irons asked. "Chris Redfield, you know him, I'm his sister plus I don't know anything about what Umbrella did and I wasn't sent here to kill you," she defended. She does sort of look like Chris, in the eyes at least, but I didn't get why she thought the connection would help her, Irons thought. Chris was a pompous, disrespectful upstart that had defied him many times before. He hoped that Chris Redfield would suffer the same soon to be fate as his sister.

"Redfield was working with Umbrella, wasn't he?" Irons said aloud. Irons could see that it was the truth and he felt the anger inside him swell up his veins as it felt like acid. Even my employees all along were treasonous Umbrella workers, Brian thought. "The Spencer Estate, the accusations against Umbrella…it was all a setup, they had him stirring up trouble to distract me so I wouldn't be able to keep them from stealing Birkin's virus," Brian stormed. Irons took a step towards Claire, trying to keep himself from pulling the trigger, in spite of his plans. Claire took a step back, holding her hands palm out, seeming like she was trying to stop Irons built up rage. "That's how the S.T.A.R.S. knew to leave town," he snarled. "They were warned to leave town before the T and G- virus leaks!" He took another step towards Claire.

Claire didn't move as she simply stated, "you mean Chris isn't here?" Her small whisper only fed to his anger, the burning heat that pounded through him. "A slap in the face, treating me like an idiot, you don't even have the respect to lie well," he hissed. He extended his VP70 and walked toward, each step measured and precise. He could see the fear in her eyes as she stumbled back. Her lips trembled, her young chest heaving up and down heavily. She was trying to find a weapon, but terrified of looking away from his gaze.

"I have the power, this is my domain!" he scolded. "You are the intruder, the liar, the evil!" "I'm going to skin you alive, I'm going to make you scream for your life, I'm going to make you wish you were never born, and your going to regret ever working for Umbrella for whatever they were paying you, it wasn't enough!" he snapped. She backed against one of the shelves, tripping over a skull on the ground. Irons loved the feeling of power, and her helplessness amused him. "Please, You don't want to do this, I'm not who you think I am!" she pleaded. Her terror made him stop and laugh, only adding to his desire to finish the job. Brian licked his lips, his hungry gaze traveling over her limb, smooth, cowering form. Another trophy, another beautiful body like Beverly's waiting to be transformed…and it was time to get down to business, to-

"Graaagh!" came an inhuman scream.

"What the-"

Irons didn't have time to finish his sentence as the wooden board that covered the entrance into the subbasement flew into the air, splitting with a tremendous crack, one of which hit Irons leg. He staggered, not understanding what happened. He was in control and something had gone horribly wrong. Something had wrapped around his ankle, something that squeezed so tight he could hear the bone cracking. A spiking pain had traveled up his leg. He locked gazes with the girl, her face bright with a new terror. At that instant of contact, he wanted to tell her he was a good man, a man who hadn't deserved any of this. The tight grip jerked, and he was falling, dropping the gun, pulled into the pit by the screaming and the beast waiting for him below.

One minute, Irons was standing in front of her, the next he was pulled down a pit by a mutated arm. She had only got a glimpse of the arm to see it was a muscular, dripping arm with foot long claws and pulsing veins. It whipped out of sight into the darkness, taking Irons with it. There was another powerful howl from the creature, only to be followed by the intense shriek of Irons. Claire could only listen in shock, terror, and relief. A few seconds later his desperate cries came to a stop, and the sound of wet meat came again. Claire finally moved, pickup up the VP70 Irons had dropped. She rocketed around the table in the middle of the room, not wanting to be pulled down by that thing. She collapsed onto the stone hard wall, taking in deep breaths of the bitter air. It killed him, and he was going to kill me, Claire thought.

The reality of what just happened hit her like a hard slap in the face. He had been planning to kill her, but not right away. She saw his mad gaze, the craziness in his laugh. He had been planning to rape and torture her before of disposing her for good. The thought sent a shiver up her spine. There was a low grunting sound coming from the pit. She raised the heavy VP70 gun as something burst up from the hole and she fired. The shot missed, knocking a glass bottle to the ground. It was Irons, but only half of him. The thing that snatched him had bisected him. Everything below the fleshy waist was gone; trials of dripping muscle and torn skin replaced his legs. A pool of thick red blood formed and oozed around his body. Claire backed toward the door, the VP70 still trained on the hole. The monster howled again, fading away to somewhere. In a few seconds, it was gone and all that was left was a rank dead man's body, and a terrified college girl.

That was Sherry's monster, she thought. Claire slowly edged toward the remains of Irons and the pit. It turns out that it wasn't pitch black for somewhere light was filtering up. There was another floor below with small lights illuminating the sides. She noticed the grid pattern of a metal catwalk with a ladder leading down to it. A subbasement…A way out? She wondered. She stepped back, trying to absorb all the information she had heard. Chris and the S.T.A.R.S. weren't in Raccoon, which was a huge relief knowing that Chris was out of danger, but she knew he wouldn't come to the rescue. There had been a spill at Umbrella Inc., which explains the zombies, but what about Mr. X and the other organisms? She wondered. The way Irons had ranted about Umbrella suggested that they aren't just some innocent pharmaceutical company. What did he call it, T and G-Virus, she thought. There was Birkin's new virus and the T-virus. The zombie virus had a name; usually that's not a good sign. He also mentioned Birkin, could that be Sherry's dad? All of these thoughts raced through her mind before she realized had to find Sherry. Claire couldn't carry the Remington that was still on the floor near the door, the VP70, and the magnum. Since irons VP70 had more bullets, she decided to leave the Remington behind. Claire realized that turning back would only lead her back to nothing, so Claire descended down the ladder, the metal rungs clinging as her boots slapped against them.

She eventually landed on the catwalk. It had old rusty railings on both sides and it led straight a few feet. To the left was a plain old brick wall, but to her right was an actual cave wall. It had formed inside the subbasement, there were even dripping pillars of stone. A cool chilly air rose up from the dark bottomless pit below the catwalk. Claire hugged her chest as she walked down the catwalk. The grid metal clanked between her feet. She was halfway down it, when she heard a shuffling noise from the vent above her. She raised her gun, ready for anything. Then one of the metal gratings that covered the hole in the vent fell off, followed by the scream of a familiar voice, the voice of a little girl. Claire didn't get a full glimpse of the girl before she came crashing down to the catwalk. A loud thumping sound was heard as the old catwalk shook a bit from the impact. The girl held her leg in pain. In only took a minute to realize it was Sherry. Claire ran up to the hurting girl, bending down her knees.

"Oh my god, Sherry are you ok, what happened?" Claire asked frantically. Claire helped Sherry get up.

"Well after I went back down the elevator, I found a vent and crawled and crawled until I ended up here," Sherry explained. Sherry wiped some of the blood off her bruised knees after the fall as Claire noticed blood on her clothes and many bruises. Claire knew monsters must have attacked her and she wasn't there to protect her. Sherry noticed Claire eyeballing her cuts. "Oh, I got theses from some Cerberus' and some creature called a Hunter," Sherry exclaimed. "Don't worry though, I took them out with this." Sherry pulled out a medium sized combat knife covered in blood.

Wow, she knows how to use a combat knife, it's too late for Sherry for Umbrella has stolen her innocence, Claire thought. "I couldn't kill the Hunter with this, it was too powerful, so I ran," Sherry replied."Ok sweetie, you lasted on your own, but now I'm here to protect you," Claire explained. Sherry gave a nod."What is this place?" Sherry asked.

"I don't know, but by the smell it must be some sort of sewage plant," Claire answered. Claire was just happy Sherry didn't have to see the body of the police chief; Sherry had seen enough violence today. Claire continued, Sherry close behind as they reached the other side of the catwalk. There was another ladder that ascended up. Claire told Sherry she would go up first and check to see if it was safe. Claire climbed up the ladder, peeking through to see. A few seconds later, she gave Sherry a little wave and helped her up. They were back on solid ground, a small cement hallway, which was brightly lit, compared to the catwalk. A motionless river of sludge bordered the right side of the hall. It headed off in either direction, one leading through a low rounded tunnel, the other stopped by a large metal door. It was all kind of overlooked by a railed balcony overhead. Sherry didn't see any stairs, which meant…

"Oh yuck, do we have to?" Sherry asked. "Afraid so, but look on the bright side, no monster would follow us through that," Claire joked. Sherry laughed. She loved how Claire was funny and honest with her. She would miss her when they left Raccoon City. Claire had a whole life filled with friends and family and when she returned to that life Sherry would be alone. Even if her parents were ok, she would still be alone. She knew her family was different that most families. Normal families ate dinner together, went camping, played games, and your parents were always there to tuck you in at night. Sherry didn't have any of those things. She knew her parents meant well and that they loved her, but sometimes it felt like no matter how self-sufficient she was she was still in their way. "You ready to do this?" Claire asked. Sherry looked up and nodded, realizing she needed to be more alert. Claire helped her into the greasy water; it came up to her knees. It was gross, but not puking bad. "Looks like were going to-

A loud sound interrupted Claire. The girls turned around to see a large man standing on the balcony. He wore a long trench coat and his baldhead glistened like a dead fish belly. Sherry edged closer to Claire as her lip quivered. He was maybe ten feet tall, but she could tell he was bad.

"Mr. X," Claire whispered.

"Who?" Sherry asked. Mr. X turned to face Claire and Sherry. He recognized Claire from earlier and then he looked at Sherry. He roared and it looked as if he was pointing towards Sherry. "Why is he pointing at me?" Sherry asked. "Run!" Claire screamed. Claire tightly grasped Sherry's hand as they ran down the murky water path. The metal door was only a few feet, but every step seemed to make it feel further away. Sherry just concentrated on not falling and praying the metal door was open. Sherry didn't look back, but Claire did. Claire finally reached the door's control panel. She slammed the button in a sort of panic, which made Sherry more afraid. The door split in the middle, half sliding up into the wall, the other going down under the water ripples. The water splashed in the air and Sherry was pulled through the door. Claire fumbled with the controls on the other side, sliding the door closed and sealing them in a dripping hallway. The water got lower down the hallway.

"Don't move and be quiet," Claire whispered as a light illuminated the hallway from somewhere further down. Sherry's heart pounded as Claire held up her gun searching for new threats. Sherry wondered who that man was. He must have been bad because Sherry could tell even Claire was scared. Just then, Sherry heard a clink sound, a muffled metal sound from the wall behind her. She felt the water around her feet began to move, a swift rush of current that pulled at her legs and caused her to lose balance. She tripped face first into the murky water, as she was swept away, away from Claire.

Can't breathe, she thought. Sherry reached out to find anything to hold onto, but all she felt was slimy water. She kicked widely, twisting her body and managing to get in a breathe of air. She realized she was being pulled down some sort of shaft no bigger than the vents back at the police station. The swift waters pulled her along, further away from the only person that could protect her from the monsters in Raccoon. She was lost, blind and deaf from the hissing water, being pulled down through the dark. Please don't give up on me Claire, Sherry thought. The tunnel had to end somewhere, and Sherry had to be ready to run…

I am currently working on a novelization of the original Resident Evil, the first chapter should be up soon. Just wanted to say i will still be updating this story frequently.