Sorry it took so damn for me to update, was kinda in a huge funk since I wrote my stories on my old G1 and had a bit done. Then this lady at the store factory resets it without telling or warning so I lost all my stories there :(
Anyway Enjoy :)
p.s. it's a bit short sorry .
Thursday, September 16, 1999
11:00 A.M.
New York
Umbrella's destruction, something so massive and critical, was enclosed in a thick, beige envelope. Several of them, actually. Addressed in neat, cursive handwriting all headed to major news companies around the tri-state area. Inside were documents, letters, and even video files incriminating them for their 'inhumane' experiments on both animals and humans. Even names of the top scientists involved in the experiments evidence pointing to Umbrella for the epidemic of Raccoon City were included.
Of course only he knew, not even the petite woman behind the bulletproof glass of the post office window could ever suspect the package in her hands would destroy the most powerful company in the world. Wesker's smirk grew slightly bigger as she smiled behind the counter. She placed it a bin but when she turned back the mysterious man had been long gone
Friday, September 17, 1999
8:37 P.M.
Long Island, New York
Her feet ached as her sore feet walked on the hard concrete. Her heels in hand, having been taken off beforehand when she started her trek home. She crossed her arms over her chest, trying to warm her body as a chilly breeze blew over in the night wind. She turned her face away from the oncoming breeze and found herself looking at the debris from the burnt house. Yellow tape was still in place all around the property. Her eyes moved over the sight, widening when she thought she saw slight movement. She cautiously stepped forward and narrowed her eyes, trying desperately to get a better view. Several burnt planks moved accompanied with a sound that made Claire gasp.
A moan? Zombies here? Why? The problem should've been solved with the destruction of Raccoon!... but what if it's a person? Or a helpless child stuck beneath the rubble? And if it's a zombie? I have nothing to defend myself with…
Her eyes flashed to the heels in her hands, a small smile forming on her lips.
Well, here goes nothing…
Friday, September 17, 1999
8:10 P.M.
Long Island, New York
"Hey, honey, can you bring me some of your best wine?"
The waitress smiled and nodded, a wink hidden from Claire. Leon smirked back at her, noticing how her hips swayed as she left. His eyes reverted back to Claire. She didn't notice his straying look. Her eyes lost in the menu.
"I think I'll have some pasta."
"No salad?" Claire immediately rolled her eyes.
"No, you should know I'm a burger type of gal," She smiled before taking a sip of her water. "But since this is a wee bit fancy I'll get some pasta instead."
"Alright then," He said with a smile, to which she responded with a wink. The waitress arrived, two wine glasses in one hand and a bottle in her other. She placed them down, poured Leon and Claire a glass each, and turned to leave. Leon's eyes once again traveled to her rump, but this time Claire noticed.
Friday, September 17, 1999
8:39 P.M.
Long Island, New York
Claire carefully walked over to where she heard the slight moaning and saw the movement. Her eyes darted back and forth once again trying to find any more movements or indication of life, even if it was undead. Her hand gripped her shoe tightly. She saw more movement and heard a pained groan. She quickened her pace and found herself right in front of the slightly moving pieces. She took a deep breath and lifted a heavy piece. Her eyes widened and the shoe dropped when she saw the blackened body of a man. His breaths were short and ragged, his chest moving up and down rapidly. Her eyes darted to the shiny metal briefcase in his hands. The untouched metal gleamed, even in the darkness of the night with the faded streetlight above.
Ignoring the questions in her head she started removing the rubble from the man's body, only to discover he was rather naked. Her cheeks slightly darkened as she grabbed the man from his torso and began to drag his body away from the house, she laid him flat on the dry grass outside of the yellow tape. She noticed the briefcase was still in his hand. Claire removed any thoughts from her mind as she stood the man up, leaning his full weight on her body and she steadily brought him to her home.
Friday, September 17, 1999
8:25 P.M.
Long Island, New York
"Leon, I think you've had enough," Claire said as she held the wine bottle away from him. She had just finished her second glass while he was up to his fifth.
"Jou kno' wha Chlair. Ima gwrown mahn now. I cahn doo wha I wanna 'kay? Gimmeh the bottre"
"Leon, no. And I know you've had too much 'cause you were flirting with her!" Claire harshly whispered.
"Chlair baby, I flirt wif peeppuls avl ofv the timeh" Claire frowned. "Just ask Awa. We firt avv of de time," This time Claire turned red. She grabbed her bag and stormed out of the restaurant, leaving behind a dumbfounded, drunk Leon.
Friday, September 17, 1999
8:49 P.M.
Long Island, New York
Claire ran the warm water over her fingers, waiting for the tub to fill. The blackened, naked man sat in a chair not too far. He was still out cold although he breathing did slow from before. Once the tub was half filled Claire brought the man to it and struggled to gently place him in the tub. She placed a sponge into the water and lathered soap onto it. The sponge traced his body, removing the black remnants of the fire. The water slowly darkened the more his body became clear.
Claire rubbed the sponge along his arms, dipping them below the water now and then to remove the dirt and suds. She moved to his torso, cleaning it ever so cautiously and slowly. She then leaned him forward to get to his back. After that Claire drained the water and let it run, concentrating on his feet for now. The more she cleaned the farther she moved up.
Friday, September 17, 1999
6:30 A.M.
Long Island, New York
"Move quickly and quietly, leave no suggestion of your presence. Over."
"Understood, sir, he'll be dead within the hour. Over and out."
The lanky man moved quickly from the bushes to the back door of the house. He made quick work of the lock and inaudibly made his way through the house, dousing it in gasoline while the shower ran and distracted the superhuman. Soon the canteens emptied and the man held a match. He lit it and watched the flame playfully dance. The match dropped and the one dancing flame became a horde of dancers twirling and twisting about the lines of gasoline lining the house. He walked away, out of the house, away from the only man capable of killing him.