Author: Lyrics are by Hollywood Undead - Been to Hell. It's a good song, though a bit.. colorful.
Rights: Capcom's for the characters. Story line is mostly mine.
Welcome to a city that'll bring you to your knees
It'll make you beg for more, until you can't even breathe
A lone figure strolled down the sidewalk with not a pause to gander at the buildings that hugged the road like scared statues. By a single glimpse into the dimming sky it could be told that night was quickly approaching with the gathering dark blue shades that came before total black.
The streets were oddly crowded at this time of day. Most of the passing people were night owls or were on night jobs, or the grave shift as it was called. The temperature was decent, just starting to cool down to a warm and comfortable degree for the locals to enjoy.
Dark clouds began to form in the darkening sky, telling that rain would soon make it's appearance in the medium sized city. Lights lit up the pathways, highlighting the shops that remained open for the citizens that were awake.
The figure quickened her pace, her sharp gaze flickering to look at the beautiful sight around her.
It was breath taking, to say the least.
Your blindfold is on tight, but you like what you see
So follow me into the night, cuz I got just what you need
She turned a corner, on her right, a street lamp casting its bright light onto her slender form as she walked. She wore a simple black jacket that covered a light pink shirt underneath. Jeans clung to her legs, stretching down to cover part of her ankle-high black boots. Long red hair had been previously pulled back into a tight pony tail, her bangs arching over her left eye. Her eyes.. as deep and pure as the ocean, a brilliant blue.
We're all rollin' down the boulevard, full of pimps and sharks
It's a motherfuckin' riot, we've been dying to start
A loud yell echoed from an alley off to her right. Muffled noises soon followed but ended with a gunshot ringing loud to fill the air. She paused in her steps, flinching at the sound of the shot.
You better grab a hold cuz now you know you're falling apart
You thought these streets were paved in gold
but they're dirty and dark
Another murder, another senseless act of violence to defy the laws of society. It was all pointless in her eyes, which were dimmed to a dull hue of blue to portray her sorrowful mood. She stepped forward.. her steps now paused at the mouth of the alley.
Been to hell!
Her blue orbs peered down the dark alley as her head turned towards it. A man was lying on his stomach, his head tilted towards her direction, eyes lifeless and his lungs empty of air. Crimson blood pooled around his cooling body. A figure towered over the corpse, a gun resting within its grasp. A male by the looks of it.
I can show you the devil!
The figure turned towards the watching female, his arch-fiend orbs glowing as they locked on her. "Well, well. We meet again.. Miss Redfield." Sunglasses lay in pieces around his booted feet.
Down you fell
"You know me?" The words slipped from her mouth, but they felt hollow as a clear warning rang in her mind to get away, but she made no move to obey her instincts. She recalled her name. Claire Redfield. But.. for some reason she could not remember this person or most of her past for that matter.
The black-clad man tilted his head, his unique eyes widening as his eyebrows arched in curiosity. "What's this.. You don't remember me?"
Can't hold yourself together
"Should I?" Claire asked, her own tone showing her bewilderment. Her fingers tingled for a gun, a weapon, anything, yet she didn't know why. Probably because this man had killed someone, the clear evidence by his feet.
"Well.. this is new. The sister of my favored enemy has forgotten the terror that stalks her brother's waking moments. Simply.. thrilling." His sarcastic tone didn't go unnoticed by the woman.
She pocketed her hands into her jacket, her shoulders rolling in a shrugging gesture. "I have no brother, so you must be mistaken." She turned to leave him be, but something cool wrapped around her wrist, stopping her mid-step. She turned back around, the male raising his hand to lift her chin up.
Cold red met sharp blue orbs as they locked eye contact. She noticed from the corner of her eyes that the hand holding her wrist was concealed within a black leather glove, same as the one holding her chin in place.
"No brother? Surely you couldn't have forgotten the man with whom you have such a strong sibling bond to, enough to chase said man across the planet to find him.." Perfect blonde hair gently swayed with the small breeze in the alley. She said nothing as she stared into his eyes, lost within their depth.
The man released her chin as he slipped out black shades from his jacket, slipping them onto his face to shield his dangerous eyes from her further view.
Soul to sell
"No brother." Was all she replied with, her tone icy. What was this man getting at? Why was he spouting such nonsense? She had no sibling that she could remember.
"Hm.. well now.. what a strange predicament I've encountered.. So you're honestly telling me that you have no older sibling with whom you seemingly adore?" He tilted his head at her, one eyebrow raised in amusement. His tone was mocking, yet neutral.
"Yes, that's what I said, didn't I? I don't like repeating myself. Now, leave me alone sir." She roughly pulled her wrist from his grasp, once more turning to walk away from the strange man.
Down here you live forever
"No, Miss Redfield. You have witnessed something I cannot allow you to walk away freely from. You're coming with me." He drawled, the words smooth and low; a threatening undertone mixing in.
Claire turned to face him, hands pressed against her hips in a defiant manner. "I have no intention of going with you." She spoke softly.
Welcome to a world where dreams become nightmares!
"Force it is then." The voice was behind her now. She blinked just as she felt something slam against the back of her head. Vision fading to blackness, she crumbled into waiting arms that caught her as she collapsed.
Been to hell!
It was quiet, very still and noiseless.. but yet there was something there, a sound that was random and in clusters.. A groan slipped past her lips as her eyes fluttered half-way open. She felt something soft covering her, warmness enveloping her. She wanted to snuggle deeper into the silky blankets, but this felt wrong. Her eyes snapped open as the sound became apparent; clicking. She shot upright on the bed, blue orbs flickering over to the source.
I can show you the devil!
She clutched the white cover close to her chest, eyes locked on the source of the clicking. The blonde man was sitting by in a chair, a sleek black laptop resting atop his crossed legs, left ankle crossed to rest on the right kneecap. "Awake, are we?" He asked without glancing up as he typed away at his laptop.
Down you fell
"Where are we?" Claire looked around the grey-walled square room, a desk directly beside the man, a cabinet to her right. Straight ahead from the end of the twin bed was a door marked 'bathroom'. It was dull, to say the least.
Can't hold yourself together
The blonde glanced up at her even though his fingers still flew over the keys on the laptop.
"A temporary base until I decide it necessary to move." He smirked mockingly at her. Claire rolled her eyes at him.
"So I'm stuck with you?" She scowled at him.
"It would appear so." He chose his words carefully.
"Great, just great. I left Melv at home with no food and only a half bowl of water. So who was that guy you killed?" She changed topics instantly, her mind flashing an image of the lifeless corpse back in the alley.
Soul to sell
Silence filled the air as the clicking of keys stopped, fingers hovering just inches above the letters. She felt his gaze burning towards her, yet she stared at her lap as if afraid to peer towards those hellish orbs concealed behind black shades, but in reality she was thinking of the brown-haired business-suited male from the alley, dead as another victim of the streets.
"You are quite naive. You judge things based on what you view and you do not question the possibility of another course of action well hidden by your seemingly one-track mind. Do you have tunnel vision, Dear Heart?" A low chuckle rippled out from his chest, escaping through his slightly parted lips.
Why the hell was he laughing at her? She didn't find this funny in the least bit! "No, I do not have tunnel vision. And the evidence was in your hand, the gun. No one else was around, so who else could have shot the man?" She scowled darkly at him, her tone very determined.
"You've made my point. You judge by what you see. Do you wish to know what really happened or would you prefer to continue believing what you misunderstood?" He asked in his strange drawl, his tone almost.. gentle? "And you might want to release the cover before your fingers fall off. Your knuckles are very white."
Down here you live forever
"If what I saw is inaccurate, then please, be my guest and explain what really went on." She released her grip, allowing the cover to settle in her lap as she fixed her position to where she was resting her back against the wall behind her. She folded her arms against her jacket-covered chest, her expression somewhat confused and interested to hear him make his peace of the ordeal, to lay it out in colors instead of her black-and-white memories of it.
Welcome to a world where dreams become nightmares!
"I didn't kill him, as you so believe it. His name was Chase Mason, an associate of mine. He was delivering to me a very important set of documents I had requested prior to that scheduled meeting. Our location, supposed to be a secret to only us two, was breached by an enemy of mine. He set up a sniper in the building above us, in a window. He had got to Chase before I did and thus it was a set up.." He rubbed at his jaw line with his thumb and pointer finger of his left hand, his sunglasses hiding whatever emotion lay within his red orbs, his face empty of any readable expression.
Claire said not a word, entranced in his tale, though she couldn't deduce whether it was all true or just parts of it or even at all.
He continued. "The documents were lost in my enemy's hands and Chase pulled a gun on me, but before he could speak I snatched the gun from him and hit him in the chest with my palm, causing him to stumble backwards. The sniper above us shot Chase and disappeared into the building after quickly closing the window. Then you turned the corner and saw me holding Chase's gun with him dead at my feet from the sniper's bullet."
Welcome
"So.. why take me for witnessing a crime you didn't commit?" She pressed her lips together in thought, clearly allowing the gears in her head to turn in wonder at the situation she was in.
"Because you didn't understand what you saw. If you had went to the cops, the FBI or the government under that false assumption things would have gotten messier and I really don't want to deal with another nuisance." His words were like a fresh slap to the face, though clearly not physical since he remained seated and she remained leaning against the wall with her back.
Claire kept her arms folded. "So just who are you, anyways?" She was curious as to the blonde's identity.
Welcome
"Albert Wesker." Her eyes widened as an image flashed in her mind; A tall blonde male was hovering over the table, his sunglasses hiding his deep grey-blue orbs. On the other side of the table, on the receiving end of his Captain's simmering anger, was a brown headed, uniformed male. The name plate on the table flashed 'Christopher Redfield'.. Redfield.. the same last name as her? Her head throbbed in pain as she clutched at it, folding forward to rest her forehead inches from her white-covered lap. She gripped at the sides of her head, her fingertips scratching thinly at her hair and skull. Her eyes were clenched shut against the unbearable pain.
"Dear Heart..?" Wesker asked, his tone somewhat confused. He stood, setting the laptop aside on the desk, momentarily forgotten. He stepped towards her, a hand reaching out as if to help. Her left palm shot out, hovering in the air to halt him.
"I'm.. fine.." She whispered as the pain vanished just as quickly as it had appeared. It left her breathless and in need of something to lean against. She laid her head back against the cool wall, her eyes almost empty of any emotion that was usually present in the blue orbs.
Wesker crossed the rest of the distance between them, crouching on his knees when he reached the side of the bed. His extended hand moved forward to touch the palm to her forehead. It was slick with fevered sweat.
"You're sick?" He responded when he removed his hand. He couldn't tell if her skin was hot or cold to the touch since his lack of temperature deciphering was ever-present, but sweat meant something was wrong. He knew the room was kept to a warm degree, leaning more towards coolness.
"A slight fever. I was actually out getting medicine."