I don't own nor will I ever own any of the characters from the Resident Evil films. Any events in the proceeding fanfiction are, simply fiction and are used without any gains other than people's enjoyment of it.
This IS a femslash/lesbian fanfiction. Pairs are: K-mart & OC. And perhaps Clair & Alice depending on where the story goes.
Chapter 2:
Helicopters. Dozens of black sleek fighting machines shattered the calm, as soldiers armed and readied themselves. They watched the inhabitants of the once Umbrella run Arcadia stare in barely suppressed terror.
'Drop off in zero-point-five!' The first pilot shouted, as he veered the helicopter to the left and hovered above the tanker. He met the cool glare of the ex-agent, and shivered. The sooner his troops evacuated the helicopter, the sooner he could retreat to a safer distance.
Below, Claire Redfield sidled closer to Alice, eyes darting between her stoic expression and the helicopters above. 'Can we take that many?' She knew she was asking if she could take that many, what with the lack of the T-virus, and prayed the ex-project would give her a coy smile and cocky remark.
'Get everybody inside. Now!' Broken from her reverie at the sight of rope descending soldiers, she grabbed Claire's shoulder and thrust her into her brother's chest. 'Get her and everyone below deck!'
Face sombre, Chris handed her a Mossberg shotgun, then cocked his two Glock handguns. 'We take down the first wave, snatch the guns, then open fire on the helicopters.' Voice broaching no argument, I turned and started to fire.
Dazed survivors froze, unaware of the biting wind cutting through their white suits. Eyes glued to the helicopters above, they didn't move until Chris started to fire. All at once they jerked, bumping into one another in their haste to vacate to the lower levels.
Claire Redfield hesitated at the door, eyes darting from her brother and Alice to the teenager at her side.
K-mart bit her lip, instinctively waiting on the redhead's instructions. 'Claire?'
Jerking back to the present, Claire pushed the teen further through the door. 'Go! Make sure everyone stays safe.' Not waiting for a reply, she slammed the door shut. Steeling herself for living enemies, she raced to her brother's side.
Alice caught sight of the ex-convoy leader and cursed, throwing her a machine gun from a dispatched soldier. 'Aim for the helicopters! I'll cover you!' Then spinning on her heel, she slammed her fist into the unprotected throat of soldier.
Hefting the gun, Claire stood between the two and let loose a spray of bullets. Most went wide, the pilots manoeuvring the machines just out of reach, but some landed in the chests and limbs of unsuspecting soldiers.
Black clad bodies tumbled to the deck of the tanker and the roiling waves below.
With each human she dispatched, three more took their place, surrounding Alice in a tight ring of guns, boots and fists. Too many. Alice thought, narrowly missing the blow of a now unarmed soldier. Wishing for the first time in years to be more than human, she raised the machine gun and let loose a barrage of bullets.
Ten soldiers fell, allowing a break in their ranks.
Claire ducked the butt of a gun and slammed her boot into the knee of her attacker. Before they hit the ground, she rose, tearing the weapon from their slack grip and shot him dead in the forehead, smashing the visor of his helmet. Breathing heavily from adrenaline and fear, she felt Alice brush past her and axe-kick a solider in the head. 'Thanks!' She panted, before lifting the gun and aiming at one of the helicopters. An accurate burst of gunfire clipped the tail of one and careened it into a second and third, tumbling into the sea.
Revelling in the small victory, Chris swung around and spent the last of his bullets into the chests of oncoming soldiers. Bending to pick up a discarded handgun, he rose and met a kick square on the chin. Staggering back, he spat blood on the floor and ducked, narrowly missing a knife to the chest. Where the fuck are grenades when you need them?
Within the catacombs of Arcadia, something stirred. The sounds of gunfire and terrified screams penetrated the hull's silence, pulling the passenger from their self-induced slumber.
Eyelids fluttered, blinking once, twice, before finally opening. Greeny-blue eyes, flecked with brown, stared at the white ceiling. A gasp escaped parted lips, as gunshots echoed in her sensitive ears. She shot upright, disturbing the green tinted liquid surrounding her and looked around. Everything was as she remembered, the computer in the corner remaining dormant, the occasional beep signifying its tracking of her vitals.
Pushing damp black hair from her brow, she eased herself out of the tub with shaking arms. 'Ow, ow, ow…' Muttering under her breath, she managed to stand five seconds upon her bare feet before they gave out and she sunk to her knees.
The far off cries of fellow passengers permeated the silence of her chamber.
'Ouch.' Rubbing her tingling thighs, she attempted to rise again and managed to stumble to the computer. 'A-activate c-camera three o-on deck.' Clearing her throat, she waited for the computer to respond.
Nothing happened.
Scowling, she swiped her hand across the tilted desk and watched the touch-screen keyboard come to life. Punching in the codes, she watched the screen split into different camera views of the Arcadia.
Images of humans, dressed in white suits, swarmed half of the split screen, tumbling and pulling each other along in their need to escape more of Umbrella's soldiers. The rest revealed what she was looking for, the birds-eye view of the deck. And the carnage unfolding.
Sucking her lip between her teeth, she zoomed in and watched the three combatants hold their own against two dozen soldiers.
'Why aren't they shooting to kill?' She wondered aloud, observing the wound shots each soldier tried to inflict and the deadlier aims of their opponents.
One person in particular caught her eye. Short black hair in disarray, she danced between the soldiers with the ease of a skilled killer. Or of a certain ex-project.
A small smile twitched her full lips. 'Project Alice.'
Alice hissed, a bullet scrapping her upper-left arm and roundhouse kicked the man on the side of his helmet. Not bothering to wait, she whirled, dropping to pull two Glocks from a nearby corpse and proceeded to shoot those closest to Claire.
Six machine gun out of bullets, Claire dumped it on the growing pile and caught the one Chris chucked her. 'We can't keep this up!' She shouted, as they fell back and hid behind the lip of a cargo crate.
Panting heavily and bleeding from minor wounds, Chris dropped beside her and checked the clip of his gun. 'Yeah, I know.' Watching Alice evade the grasping hands, he asked, 'Why aren't they shooting to kill?'
'No fucking clue.' Taking a deep breath, Claire knelt and aimed her gun at the nearest helicopter. Four down, eight to go. She thought, as the kick jarred her shoulder.
Taking a deep breath, the Umbrella project fixed her glare on the remaining helicopters. She ignored the little voice reminding her of her orders and focused on the pressure building up in her head.
Just a little tinkering with the controls, snap of some wires, and the pilots would be able to do nothing, as they plummeted into the ocean.
She smirked, as her pupils expanded and the pressure vanished. 'Game over boys.'
Claire released a sigh of relief when Alice dived for cover, skidding to a halt at her side.
Chris smiled and winked at the brunette. 'Need a time out?'
'No, just thought I should keep an eye on you two.' Pulling a handgun from her waistband, she knelt alongside Claire and fired at any soldiers making their way towards them.
'What do you think they want?' The redhead risked a look at the ex-project, amused by her expression of concentration.
Alice didn't want to say herself but it was the strongest possibly, considering the gloved hands attempting to get a hold of her.
'Err, Alice?' Getting no response, she nudged the brunette's shoulder. 'Alice?'
'What?' Meeting the wide green eyes, she lowered her firearm.
'Look.' Claire pointed to the helicopter, as it started to lose control.
Alice felt a morbid satisfaction when, one by one, the helicopters malfunctioned and dropped like flies into the water.
With a quick barrage of fire, the trio dispatched the last of the soldiers.
'That was cool, but who the fuck did it?' Chris inquired, the moment echoes died.
So yeah, this is the first official chapter of my new Res. Evil fan fiction (the first being a prologue).
Please let me know if you like it or not. Reviews would be very welcomed!
Ciao for now!