Clancy Never Dies

BY : PRODIGAL HARLOTRY
Category: +M through R > Resident Evil
Dragon prints: 2535
Disclaimer: I don't own Resident Evil or any of the characters in it. I don't make money from the writing of this story.

Author's Note: I am a newbie to Resident Evil so hopefully I'm not taking too many liberties with the characters, especially Eveline. I chose to pair her up with Clancy, who is not even really a main character in the main game but I feel like his death was sad. Very sad. Also, I decided to describe his hair as being brown and curly. When you look up images of him, his hair is grey because the developers didn't "texture" him. Well, I'm texturing him, all right...

I refer to some of the dlc that gives more detail about Clancy's time in the Baker residence, i.e. Nightmare, when he is locked in the basement and basically has to survive until dawn, fighting a bunch of damn Moldeds and then Jack. If it was me, I would just turn the gun on myself. This man went through hell... And if that wasn't enough, Lucas forced him to play a game of 21 before we see his final appearance in the Happy Birthday tape...

Eveline, for the sake of this story, will appear as a young woman... oh my... that's all I have to say about her for now...


Three years after that fateful night, the black mold starts to regenerate in a certain house…

It had been a slow process…

Tiny Moldeds sprout here and there like the tender fungus babies that they are…

One of them hobbles to a room where a charred corpse is falling apart with decomposition…

A long, clawed hand reaches out almost affectionately…

It remembers…

He had fought against them, the Moldeds, bravely. Locked in the basement for hours then afterwards forced to play a card game where the stakes were his own life.

Who better to recruit than a former enemy?

An enemy who, without a doubt, would want revenge, just like they wanted revenge…

Eveline walks through the abandoned house, shrieking with rage…

“DAMN YOU ALL!!!!!!! DAMN YOU ALL TO HELL!!!!!!! I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU, I HAAAAAAATE YOOOOOOOUUU!!!!!!!”

She breathes heavily, her hands clenched into fists…

Why didn’t anyone understand? Why didn’t anyone F-U-C-K-I-N-G UNDERSTAND?

All she had wanted was a family…  

Stupid people, stupid Lucas Baker, stupid Mia, and above all, stupid Ethan…

Did they really think that a superior creature like her would stay dead?

She had revived her true family, the Molded creatures, the ones who were closest to her heart…

And…

She had forgotten all about him, had at first deemed him unfit to be a part of her family after he initially rejected her…

But now…

Eveline walks to the part of the Baker plantation that was known as the Testing Area, the halls familiar in a way because she had seen them through the eyes of the Moldeds. She stops in front of the charred corpse of Clancy Jarvis, the one person who had literally gone through hell on earth. He had braved so much and his reward for all of that was to be burnt alive…

All at the hands of a sociopath who thought too highly of himself—Lucas Baker.

Sure, Lucas was smart…

But he wasn’t a genius…

“Daddy” Eveline says quietly as she changes into mold, enveloping Clancy like a cocoon. She regenerates his body down to the molecular level, her moldy tendrils caressing a certain part of his body…

He has no idea how to explain it. No fucking clue. All he knows is that he was dead…

He sees someone, in his mind’s eye, for his physical body is nestled snugly inside a shell of mold—

He sees the most gorgeous woman ever. How does he know that she is the most gorgeous woman ever? Because he has a painful, throbbing dick to prove it; he can feel it in the vision that he has. He is seated, she is straddling him, the smooth lips of her pussy pressing against his cock—

“No… please… just let me be dead…” he begs. She runs her hands through his curly brown hair, her fingernails lightly scratching his beard. She laughs. The sound is enough to make the fine hairs stand up on the back of his neck—

“Please… just let me be… I don’t know who you are and I don’t want to know either…” She holds his face in her hands, her lips slightly open.

“I’m choosing you… you can’t fight me… I’m making you mine…” Her lips press against his, her tongue sliding into his mouth. Whoever she is, she definitely knows how to kiss a man. His arms go around her naked body, her arms go around his neck, her hands in his hair. They kiss deeply, his hands wandering to her ass, squeezing it tightly.

When she pulls away, they are both panting. Her hands are resting on his chest, her blue eyes partially covered by her long dark hair. He looks down at his dick and sees that cum is trickling down the shaft of his penis. She laughs again, standing up slowly. The smooth lips in between her legs are glistening with his seed. A tiny string of pearlescent fluid connects their bodies as she stands just inches in front of him. He looks at the string. Then he looks up at her.

“Please… just let me stay dead…” he pleads one last time. Clancy feels as though his head will burst from all the pent up sexual energy that this strange woman has stirred up. She takes a step back and the string breaks. Then she turns away, laughing…



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