No More Running…
Leon/Claire fic.
It's time to stop running…and start loving.
Leon woke up in another room, his arms bound above his head. Leon's armor and shirt were removed, revealing his bare chest. Leon tried his best to look around but the only things in the room were him, a door and a metal chair. Leon looked up at the chains and tried to pull them out of the ceiling but to no avail. Leon hung about an inch off the ground, his boots scraped against tiled floor. The door suddenly opened, Wesker and Claire, now wearing a tight fitting black body suit that resembled Wesker's, entered the room. Leon snarled at Wesker. "What did you do to her?!" Wesker smirked. "Nothing at all. Infact, I would like to show you something." He knocked on the door and Krauser entered, dragging Claire still tied to her chair into the room by the back of the chair. Leon blinked. He looked at the Claire standing next to Wesker, then at the Claire sitting in the chair. Krauser untied the gag in Claire's mouth. "Leon!" "Claire! You alright?" Claire nodded. "You?" "Well, other than the fact that I'm alittle tied up at the moment. I'm good." Krauser chuckled. "Not for much longer. As long as I get my way. Right Wesker?"
Wesker shrugged. "Fine. Whatever. Shit, I don't care."
Krauser smiled and balled up a fist. "Party time is over, funny boy."
Krauser drove his fist into Leon's stomach, Leon's body jerked backwards then skidded forward. Leon didn't have time to recover as Krauser decked Leon in the jaw. Leon swung around in a complete circle. A small trail of blood ran down to Leon's chin from his mouth. Krauser punched Leon in the nose, Leon's head snapped back. When he brought it back, blood flowed from both nostrils. Krauser delivered a two hit combo to Leon's ribs then sucker punched him in the jaw. A larger of trail of blood flowed from Leon's mouth.
Krauser continued hitting Leon in face and upper torso. He snarled as he vented his frustration on Leon. Wesker just calmly looked at his watch then folded his arms. "Jack. Stop." Wesker said flatly. Krauser grunted as he jabbed Leon 3 more times in the ribs then stopped. Leon was a bloody mess. Blood gushed from his nose, his left eye was swollen. Leon spit out some blood.
Wesker sighed. "Jack, we have to go and prepare our escape." Krauser nodded then punched Leon once more in jaw. He and Wesker left, leaving the two Claire's and Leon alone. The standing Claire folded her arms and walked in a circle around Leon. She looked him up and down before unlocking the cuffs holding him. Leon dropped to his knees, Claire stood infront of of him. Claire trailed a hand down his face, Leon moved his face away from her hand. Claire looked hurt for one second then furious the next, she raised her hand and swept it down the side of face. Her path traveled from his left temple, across his left eye and down to his chin. Leon howled in pain as he fall back, her nails leaving several nasty small cuts on his face.
Evil Claire shot a look at Good Claire. "What do you have that I don't?!" "The fact that you're a cold, sadistic bitch. Other than that, I can't imagine." Leon managed to get out before Evil Claire jammed her right boot heel into Leon's thigh and twisted it. "Stop it!" Claire screamed. Evil Claire shot another look at her. She stalked over to her and balled up a fist. She punched Claire in the jaw sending her toppling back in her chair and onto the floor. Evil Claire looked down her nose at her 'twin'.
"Why? Because you care for him? How sweet. And yet so pathetic." RepliClaire walked around Leon again, still addressing Claire. "He didn't come here to rescue you know. He came here to kill Wesker. Not save you or Sherry." Claire looked up at her. "You have her?" RepliClaire raised an eyebrow. "Yes, very sweet girl. Thinks I'm you. Imagine that." "What do you want?" Claire asked. RepliClaire smirked. "What do all men want? Or in this case me? I want power. Wesker's got it. And since we all know him, he won't give it up so easily."
Meanwhile...
Wesker punched in a code on a keypad, the console he was standing at lit up. He exited the train's conductor's booth. Krauser was busying loading several bags into storage compartments. Krauser opened up a secret box near the booth, he pulled out a sawed off double barrel over and under shotgun. In the top tube was a anti-BOW dart which would kill any traces of T and/or G virus. In the bottom tube was a shotgun shell that was packed with as much gunpowder as it could hold.
Wesker pointed the gun at Krauser's back and fired the top tube first. The dart hit him square in the back. "What the fuck Wesker?!" Krauser spun around. "Sorry, Jack. Sacrifices need to be made. But I'm not gonna die." He leveled the gun and fired. Krauser took the full force of the shot in the face. His dead body crumpled to the ground. Wesker exited the train and boarded the elevator that would take him back to Leon's holding cell. He would leave but he need to take care of something first.
Wesker rode the lift back up to Leon's holding cell. He drew his Beretta and cocked the slide back, he knew it was dangerous keeping the duplicate Claire around. She was a maverick. Plus, he was looking to go one on one with Leon, even it was a one sided fight.
Back in Leon's cell...
RepliClaire opened the cell door. "I'm leaving now. Like Wesker, I too have to secure my escape. I'll be back soon." And with that she left. Leon and Claire stared at the door after she left. "She kinda leaves a bitter taste in your mouth. Doesn't she?" Claire muttered. Leon shrugged. Suddenly the door opened and Ada stepped thru. She was carrying a large bag in one hand and a set of keys in the other. She dropped the bag by the door and walked over to Leon. "Jesus, Krauser made a mess of you didn't he?"
She helped him to his feet and unlocked the cuffs for Claire. Ada opened the bag, inside were Leon's weapons. "I couldn't get your machine gun back. It would have drawn too much attention. But I got your pistols and your armor." Leon flexed his arms. "Keep the armor. Better yet, give it to Claire. I just want the guns." Ada nodded and pulled out the pistols and holsters. Leon slid the holsters on minus his shirt, he then slid the guns in them but not before checking to see if they were loaded or not.
When he was done they walked out of the cell, Leon infront, Claire behind him and Ada last. "Where are we Ada?" "We're in a secret lab beneath another secret lab." Leon and Claire stopped walking and faced her. "What?!" they both said at the same time. Ada continued. "Nobody would expect a lab under a lab. At least that was what Wesker thought. There's an elevator that runs from this lab up to the surface. That's where we're going."
As they walked down the corridor, a door opened infront of them. And out walked Hunk. He pointed his Custom TMP at Leon who drew both of his USP's. Ada stepped inbetween them. "It's okay, James. They're with me. Aren't you tired of being Wesker's lackey?" Hunk lowered his gun. Quiet breathing was heard thru his gas mask before he ripped it off. Beneath the mask, was a unshaven tired looking face with piercing blue eyes and matted brown hair. He inhaled then spoke. "I may have done some evil things, but I'm willing to make up for that."
Leon smirked. "Welcome to the club. You'll get your decoder ring in the mail." Hunk ripped off the patches that had the Umbrella insignia on them. "To finalize the deal."
The four Raccoon survivors continued down the hallway, they reached a heavy steel door. Hunk twisted the handle and pushed the door in. The entire room was dark except for a single bulb in the middle. And under that bulb stood Wesker. "It's over Wesker! Your army has been defeated! And after we take you in, your missiles will be disarmed. So give up and/or be destroyed!"
Wesker smirked as he folded his arms. "Now, who's being delusional?"
Wesker nodded his head and the lights came up. 20 plus UT's stood, with their weapons pointed at the small group. Claire glanced down at Leon's hands: they were resting on the butts of his USP's. Claire nudged Ada then Hunk, she looked hard at them then down at Leon's hands. Ada and Hunk nodded slightly and as one Claire, Ada and Hunk dropped to the ground.
Leon drew both of his USP's and fired at the closest UT's. He caught them both surprise and emptied the clips into them. The gun's slides slammed back and Leon dropped them. Leon drew his Killer 7's and ran towards one of the crates in the room, Leon slid on his side behind the crate as 9mm rounds peppered the metal crate. Leon stuck his left hand out and fired at the UT's. The red beam danced as it found it's way onto the chest of several UT's. The gun clicked empty and he dropped it, Leon leaned back and tossed the gun in his right into the air. He caught it with his left, he fired and killed 5 more UT's.
He dropped that gun when it emptied as well. Leon drew his Broken Butterflies. Leon ran out from his cover, Leon fired and gave the UT's both cylinders. The large revolvers clicked empty and Leon dropped them. The gunfire stopped. All that was left of the UT's were only 7 soldiers. The only guns Leon had left were his Custom .45's, 66 rounds combined. Leon drew them, the UT's raised theirs, Wesker drew his Beretta. Time slowed down.