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Women in Red	By : Clocktower Category: +M through R > Resident Evil Views: 10636 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Thank God, the police station's lobby was empty.
Oh, God, the police station's lobby was empty.
The two sentiments collided inside Claire Redfield's head like an out-of-control fuel tanker crashing into a police cruiser, leaving her with just enough wherewithal to make sure the station's front door was shut and locked. The things roaming the streets weren't clever enough to manage a doorknob, but why take chances? Someone else might try to come in, sure, and Claire would feel bad, but only if she lived to find out about it, and the way things had been going she doubted that would be the case.
A few deep breaths and she was calm enough to listen and take stock of her surroundings. Piled in the corners of the cavernous lobby were boxed of emergency supplies, mostly water, a few cots. There was the reception desk, hastily abandoned. Behind it, on a rise, stood a hospital screen. The lobby should have been teeming with people, alive, wounded, or dead, but there was no one.
She popped the magazine out the pistol she'd found and counted the bullets. Five. She'd begun tonight's horror-show with thirteen. If only she'd learned to aim for their heads sooner, forget that center-mass BS her brother had taught her. No sense crying over spilled lead, and it wasn't like head-shots were a sure kills anyway.
Head shots, kills. Jesus, what had she walked into? The nightmare Raccoon City had become was unbelievable. More than once she'd wondered if she'd gone insane or if something supernatural was going on. Had a portal to Hell opened up during the sewer line reconstruction? Was it like this outside the city? And where was her brother, Chris?
There was no way she could reach his apartment from the police station, not with the city having gone crazy. That was just as well, she doubted she'd find answers there anyway. The one time she'd visited his apartment, she'd doubted he really even lived there, so sparse and sterile it had been. Her brother lived for his work, so in all likelihood he lived at his work, which meant any clues as to his whereabouts would be in the STARS office.
She'd been to the office once, the same day she'd seen Chris' apartment. She'd met Jill, Rebecca, Barry, Vickers, even the mysterious Captain Wesker. She fancied maybe they'd all be there working out a plan to save the city or escape. Doubtful. Something about the police station's lobby, its emptiness, the darkness lurking in the upper mezzanine all made her think the the building was more of tomb than a sanctuary.
She took the west stairway to the second floor and went through the door to the library, stopping at the sight of half a dozen bodies lying on the floor by the bookshelves. None moved, but on the other side of the shelves to her left she could hear the now-unmistakable wet, smacking sounds of raw, human cannibalism. She was glad she wore her red jean shorts over spandex, as she made little noise crossing the wooden floor to the thin ladder that led up to another balcony. From above, she saw what she'd sneaked past, three people devouring a fourth, two buried in the victim's guts, the other holding a severed arm like it was half a watermelon, ripping through flesh with its mouth.
Claire had thought this particular shortcut to the STARS office was a joke played on her by Chris when he showed it to her. Had he known something like this might happen? More likely he'd been trying to avoid his boss, Chief Irons. She wondered if she might stumble across the chief as she went through another door and into a dark, attic-like storage room. A Girl Scout at heart if not on paper, Claire produced a little flashlight from her vest pocket and used it to navigate the rows of dusty shelves housing what she supposed were items of some historical significance, but of no use to her now.
The doorknob on the other side of the room was stuck. Claire remembered even Chris had to fight with it to get it open. She'd break it if she had to, but something told her she'd be smart not to make a lot of noise while inside the Raccoon City Police Station.
Behind her, someone sighed, a wet sound from deep in their throat. She whirled around, expecting to find someone wounded, or just another rotting cannibal. Instead her light caught something on the ceiling, something that defied simple description. Red, skinless, absurdly long claws on what she supposed were its hands and feet. She'd never seen or even imagined anything like it. As it hissed, out came its long tongue, snaking over a cage of pointed teeth. The tongue wagged ponderously, as if tasting the air right before the thing dropped to the floor, landing catlike on all four legs.
Was that its brain popping out the top of its head?
Claire forced the doorknob and thanked her Guardian Angel for it not breaking off in her hand. In the hallway she nearly blundered into one of the cannibals, a cop, his uniform covered in blood. She ducked under his clumsy attempt to grab her, nearly tripped over the woman he'd been eating.
The tongue monster smashed through the door, screeching. Claire didn't turn to see its meeting with the cop, but her ears told her it didn't go well for the latter. She heard the thing's claws raking the floor, knew it would overtake her no matter how fast she ran. She wheeled around, aimed her pistol as best she could in the beam of the quaking flashlight. Her first two shots might have hit the thing as it scuttled over the floor, she couldn't tell. The next two bullets definitely made contact, embedding in the thing's shoulder, giving it a limp. Last bullet. Hopefully that really was its brain poking out the top of its skull like a cauliflower. She fired, saw a string of blood and clumps of gray matter. The creature shuddered as if in seizure, but kept coming, wildly thrashing its long tongue around like a whip, scarring the floor.
The STARS office was just down the hall, behind a heavy wooden door painted blue. It was locked, it had to be, Claire thought as she sprinted for it. When it opened, she didn't waste an instant being grateful and slammed it shut behind her. She sunk to the floor, her back against the door to help barricade it. She heard the monster in the hall, screeching angrily.
The woman in front her made her forget all about it.
Clad in a dark red evening dress and black tights, the woman didn't look like much like a cop, but she held her pistol like she was used to pointing it at people. She was pointing it at Claire right now, in fact, something Claire might've noticed sooner had it not been for the woman's beautiful dark eyes.
"You startled the licker in the storeroom, didn't you?" she said, lowering her pistol.
"I, the what?"
The woman stuck out her tongue, waved it between the corners of her lips. "The licker," she said. "Don't blame me, the cops named them."
The cops?
Named?
THEM?
"Th-there's more!" Claire said, her eyes bulging as she stood up, her back still pressed against the door. Outside, the monster, the licker, hissed. "How many are there?"
"Oh, at least a dozen. Scattered around, of course," said the woman, leaning against a desk. She was slow to cross her legs and Claire found her eyes lingering on the darkness between them. "My name is Ada Wong. I'm an agent with the FBI."
Strapped to Ada's waist was a small leather satchel, from which she pulled a badge to flash at Claire before tucking it away. "M-my name is Claire. Redfield. My brother was a members of the STARS, this is their office."
"I know, I saw the sign on the door," said Ada. "Maybe you didn't have time to stop and read it, though?"
Claire shook her head, caught flatfooted by the woman's demeanor. If this Ada person knew what a licker was, then she had to know how bad things were out there. How could she be so calm? Was she crazy? "What's going on around here?" Claire said. "I only came here to find my brother, Chris."
"I haven't seen anyone from STARS," said Ada, recrossing her legs, her expression a curious mix of boredom and interest. "You brother, did he mention anything to you about what's been going on around here?"
"No, not at all," said Claire, finding it hard to take her eyes off Ada, who she figured was in her mid to late twenties. Claire, who was nineteen, felt even younger in the woman's presence. "So, what is it? Some kind of chemical?"
Ada pursed her lips in thought. "No, no, not a chemical. It's more like a virus."
Claire felt a jolt in her chest. "A virus!?"
"Relax, it's not airborne," said Ada. "At least not anymore, but that doesn't matter now. So your brother told you nothing? Do you have any bullets left in that gun?"
Claire shook her head, watched Ada hop off the desk and stride over to a computer. "I suppose you'll have to stay here, then," said Ada, hitting a few keys, clicking the mouse a few times, then pulling out a small flash drive.
"Stay here? Where are you going?"
Ada tucked the flash drive into her satchel, tilted her head sideways to regard Claire. "To the Umbrella laboratory beneath the city. Raccoon might be infested with zombies and monsters, but I still have a job to do."
"Wait, you can't go out there!" Claire said as Ada went to walk past her.
"Really? They're not hard to get past, once you know the trick," said Ada.
"Trick? What trick?"
Ada raised an eyebrow, making Claire's heart flutter. "If It told you, you might get brave and go running around on your own, probably getting yourself killed. You'll be safe enough here; I'll send help once I make contact with the home office."
"Wait, let me come with you," Claire said.
Again, Ada fixed her with that bored-yet-interested stare. "Why? You've got no information and no bullets. At best you're a liability."
"I lasted this long, didn't I? Please, I need to find my brother. If I know him, I think he'll be heading for the lab."
Ada's smile was devastating, as were her velvety words. "Your brother skipped town a week ago. He left a poorly coded message for Barry Burton saying he's going to snoop around Umbrella's headquarters in Europe."
Claire surprised even herself when she laid her hand on Ada's chest to stop her from walking out. "You're taking me with you. I don't know what's going on around here, but I'm going to find out."
She expected Ada to grab her, or throw an elbow into her face, maybe even draw her pistol and shoot. She didn't expect the sultry stare she got. "I suppose I could be persuaded to let you tag along," she said, backing up, sauntering over to the desk and sitting on it, her legs uncrossed. "But if I'm going to take the risk, then I'm going to need a reward."
"A reward? What do you mean?"
"Some reason to let you follow me," said Ada, widening her legs.
Claire didn't dare believe it. After all she'd seen, all she'd had to do to survive until now, this was too much. Too crazy, too unreal. "I... I'm sure I can find some bullets for this gun, or find another gun."
Ada shook her head, smiling. "Please, you've been licking me with your eyes since you ran in here," she said.
"I... but, I..."
She closed her mouth to keep from babbling. Too much madness all at once, she could barely sort it all out. Zombies, monsters, secret labs, her brother, she tossed through it all, found the bur in her mind she was caught on.
"Okay," Claire finally said. "I mean, yes. It's... a little weird though, don't you think?"
Wet, smacking noises could be heard coming from the hall. The licker had circled back and was feasting on its kill. It was probably less than thirty feet away, Claire thought as she walked over to Ada, who shifted her buttocks to hike up her dress.
"Trust me, it's easier if you just embrace it," said Ada, pulling aside her thin, black panties, revealing a tightly trimmed patch of black hair above a pink hood. Claire saw it glisten, felt her own begin to tingle. "This isn't your first time, is it?"
"No!" said Claire. "It's just, there's a monster out in the hall, you know."
Ada clicked her feet together. "He sounds busy, and as long as he's out there and we're in here, I don't see a problem."
Claire stood between Ada's legs and kneeled, gently parting her thighs. Claire wanted to lick them, too, but bizarrely that seemed far too intimate. She could not longer hear the licker in the hall over the blood pumping through her ears. Closing her eyes, she imagined diving off a dock into a cold lake.
Ada's smell and taste hit her at the same time. A deep musk, a sharp tang. Both sent shivers down her spine, leaving her with an ache at the bottom, one that deepened as Ada's flavor became heat. This wasn't Claire's first time, but it was close. She wiggled her tongue around, trying to remember what had felt good, what had worked. It was a game of hot and cold. Ada moaned and sighed when Claire was hot, bit her lip and was silent when she was cold.
Something hit the door, hard, startling Claire. Ada held her gently by the top of the head, kept her focused. The door was hit again. The licker shrieked. Claire tried to pull away, but was held tighter. She protested into Ada's pussy, was gently shushed. "You're doing well, keep going," said Ada.
This was beyond insane, Claire thought, returning her tongue to where it had been, repeating the last motion to solicit a moan from Ada. The licker scratched madly at the door like a dog wanting to come in, a dog from Hell with foot-long claws.
"That's it, right there, just like that," said Ada. "Whatever happens, don't stop!"
What could possibly... no, she couldn't mean...
The door splintered, the licker drove its body through the gap, screeching.
"Don't... stop..." Ada said.
It was obvious to Claire what the sane thing to do was, but sanity had left her life the moment she'd walked into that roadside diner and found people feasting on each other instead of the dinner specials. That couldn't have been more than an hour ago, two at the most. Why did it feel like so much longer?
"Yes, that's it, that's it, don't stop, don't stop," Ada said, hugging Claire's head with her thighs, digging her fingers into her hair as the licker's claws raked the carpet. Her hips rocked as much as their position would allow; Claire kept licking the same hot spot, her movements tight and precise.
Ada's gun fired, once, then three times in rapid succession. The licker screamed, thrashed around. Two more shots and it stopped moving. Ada let out a deep sigh, stoked Claire's head for a brief moment. She let Claire pull away, let her admire her work for a few seconds before putting her panties right. Fascinating as she found Ada's womanhood, Claire needed to see the dead licker behind her more. It lay sprawled out on the floor, dead, the top of its head a bloody ruin. "What are they? Did... did Umbrella make that in a lab?"
"That's part of an ongoing investigation," said Ada.
Claire gaped at her, wiped the moisture from her chin with the back of her hand.
"Oh, alright," said Ada. "Since you're tagging along, I may as well tell you. You know Umbrella, the pharmaceutical company? Well, they also have a bioweapons division, making viruses that turn people into what are essentially zombies, or, depending on the strain, a licker."
She grinned when she said "licker," making it hard for Claire to think.
"We should get moving. Stick close, don't make noise, and find some bullets for that gun. I don't have enough ammo to shoot every monster and zombie crawling around the station," said Ada, stepping over the dead licker. Claire followed her through the ruined STARS door and into the hall, keeping her eye out for any stray bullets that would fit her gun, finding that difficult to do with Ada's swaying curves in front of her, the memory of her still on her tongue.
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