The lyrics: Point Of No Return by Starset (another really great band).

There's a memory of how we used to be
That I can see through the flames

Claire had never felt such an intense feeling of pain, not even from under the torture of Albert Wesker. It was like.. every fiber of her being was being shredded, rebuilt, shredded again and altered. She had doubled in on herself at some point during the first few waves, unable to even mutter a whimper.

Then the ripple hit. It was indescribable, it was like.. first having a dozen razors scratching off skin across your body.. which was already a level of pain.. then to get shot was another scale entirely. It was like that kind of crazy jump, which seemed almost impossible. It drew the most horrid sound of her that she had ever heard in her entire life. Her body was just.. beyond her reach and it felt almost like she was outside her body, watching herself and yet still experiencing every excruciating thing.

She heard voices but they were white noise, stuck behind a barrier outside of her shell. She staggered. Nearly collapsed, but some sliver of something kept her standing.

I am hypnotized as I fantasize
Forgetting lies and pain

The only word in the mix of noises and pain was a three syllable thing that struck her. "-mutating." The voice sounded male.. but unrecognizable.

Another ear piercingly disturbing noise escaped her lips, half a groan slipping into the ending as it trailed off in more pain.

She heard someone calling in some distant measure of time, a murmur of a soothing presence coming closer.. or one that she sensed worry from. She could feel the people around her oddly.. and could smell them.

She clawed at her arms, raking the skin until it was red and bleeding in patches.

But I can't go back
The ashes call my name

Something sickeningly cold touched her shoulders and she tried with all her might to lift her head enough to figure out who it was. Yet her head spun and crackled with whatever was happening to her, more pain slicing up her spine, her sides, her limbs, her body.

"H-" She tried to find her voice, but only managed a single letter, her voice cracking off into a void of a gasping coughing fit. Warmth trickled down from where her mouth was, the hotness of the liquid unnoticed by her own increased body temperature and pain.

His voice, through the pain, seemed to reach her. "Claire, I am here, stay with me. You're mutating. You've been exposed to the virus."

Pouring the fuel, fanning the flames
Breaking the habit and melting the chains

She could FEEL the lie in that last statement, a hand shakily reaching out to grasp hold of the wrist of one of his arms. She squeezed, nearly dragging him down to face level as she snarled out in a whisper of a broken voice, "Ly...ing...!" She coughed again, releasing him after realizing the pressure of her hold was likely hurting him.

What she didn't realize.. was that she had actually shattered the wrist bone entirely. But his virus healed the damage within a few minutes.

"CLAIRE. You NEED to focus, try to. I understand you're in a lot of pain, I can tell, you're shaking- no, convulsing-" Another soul-pounding scream interrupted whatever he was about to say.

Embracing the fear, chasing the fight
The glow of the fire will light up the night

She waited until it passed back to the original pain level before even attempting to crack her eyes, fatigued beyond belief and on the verge of passing out from the intensity.

"I-" She licked her lips as she tried to see beyond such extremely blurry vision, making out the colors of Alex's frame. She wanted to tell him to get back, to go burn in hell where he and his entire family belonged, but the words escaped her. He was probably the bloody one who infected her! He was JUST like Albert! Just like the soil-stained corruption that had been Umbrella. Been Ozwell E. Spencer. "G-" A sharp cough, blood dripping down from her chin. "-he-"

He seemed to glance behind her as her vision faded in a fog. "Erkal! Laura! Gather the others, we're moving to Site Four. Have Alistair prepare for immediate infected quarantine."

The bridges are burning, the heat's on my face
Making the past an unreachable place

"Ali-" She caught the word, but couldn't get it out past gritted teeth. She grabbed at his collar of his cut shirt, yanking him closer. "BAST-" She clutched at her chest with her free hand, dropping to her knees in a painful cry as a new wave surged unto her.

Her body began to spasm before the color drained from her skin, which became clammy. The veins became visible, twitching as well in beat to her erratic heartbeat. He tried to heft her, she felt, but she was dead weight, dropping fully to the ground like a sack of bricks.

"ERKAL, H-" That was the last sound she heard. The last thing she saw, when she had finally managed to peel her eyes open.. was the terrified expression on Alex's face and a smirking Laura over his shoulder.

Pouring the fuel, fanning the flames
I know, this is the point of no return

Disclaimer: I wish to thank everyone who took the time to read, favorite, follow and review! You are all such amazing people and I'm glad you've enjoyed the story enough to read it until this seemingly abrupt ending! I hope it's everything you've not expected and I hope that it leaves you breathless, unanswered questions brimming in your mind. Yes, I am such a cruel writer to leave it this way, but I feel it's appropriate.

Yet do not fear! I've already written a sequel and you're more than welcome to read the continuation there. It's called The Injustice. Thank you all again! Have a wonderful day. :3

The End.