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Women in Red	By : Clocktower Category: +M through R > Resident Evil Views: 10633 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"What is this place?" said Claire, again enthralled by the gentle movement of Ada's hips as they went through a room of industrial machinery, the air thick with brown dust, while wet things could be heard moving in the shadows.
"I have no idea," said Ada, raising her gun at a zombie as it came lurching from behind a pile of old bicycles, falling off its own bones. Rather than spend a bullet, Ada tapped a long piece of rebar with her foot, gesturing with a nod for Claire to make use of it.
"Can we get to the labs from here?" said Claire, picking up the rebar and sliding it through the wet zombie's eye socket. It's arms flailed as Claire pushed it backward, its legs collapsing as its muscles liquefied.
"If we can get to the treatment plant, yes," said Ada, a little too much serenity in her voice as she led their way through the dark. They were in some kind of warehouse, Claire surmised after going through a raised sliding door into another big storage area. Piles of junk, the sorts of things that got caught in storm drains, had been left lying around to rust. Corpses shambled around, easily avoided in most cases, and nothing a bullet or a well-placed whack with a bit of rebar couldn't thwart.
"Through there," said Ada. "There's a way up on the other side."
Halfway up a ramp was the opening to an old incinerator, built to separate scrap metal from whatever would burn. This one was covered in rust and hadn't been fired up in decades, yet even still, Claire felt nervous walking into it, wondering how long they'd last if the rows of burners all kicked on at once. Her heart nearly exploded when the doors on either end of the incinerator slammed shut.
"Damn it," Ada hissed. "A trap."
The metal shield over a glass window slid open. A pair of intense gray eyes glared down at them. "Who are you?" a woman's voice called through the glass.
"Who... My name is Ada, this is Claire. Please, we're just trying to find somewhere safe."
She sounded convincing, was all Claire could really think, terrified as she was about being burned alive. She didn't dare speak herself, wondering who could possibly be locking people in traps at a time like this. Crazy people, that was who. As if things weren't insane enough.
"Ada and Claire, just trying to find somewhere safe," said the woman. "Your cover story is terrible."
The cover slid back into place and Claire heard the steady hiss of the gas. "Ada," she said. "What do we do? What do we do!?" Already she was dizzy and a little sick to her stomach. Maybe the pilot light was off, maybe she'd be unconscious when the fire started. Would she wake up before the end? Her flesh gone, her bones charred?
Ada's nostrils flared, her eyes fluttered. "Breathe it in, get it over with," said Ada, sitting cross-legged on the ground.
Shaking her head, Claire ran to the door, tried to lift it. Her arms were weak, her head was spinning. She went to the gas spigots, hoping madly she might damage them badly enough to stop the flow of gas. Ada probably had the right of it, breathe deep until sleep came, pray not to feel the flames as they blistered and burned.
"Ada, we can't, can't give..." Claire fell to her knees, struggled to lift her head, wanting the last thing she saw to be something besides the incinerator floor, even if said something was a crazy, beautiful stranger.
"You'll see soon enough," said Ada, her eyes closing as Claire's vision blurred.
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Claire woke to find herself naked and hanging from the ceiling by her wrists over a pool of filthy water. Dangling beside her was Ada, stripped, her ankles bound. She'd been awake for a few minutes, watching their captor, who stood on a catwalk fifteen feet away.
She was a thin, blond woman in a white lab coat over a pair of dress slacks. Whoever she was, it was clear she hadn't slept in days, such were the dark rings under her eyes. She smiled weakly as Claire came around.
"Now that you're both awake, we can start," said the woman. "Who are you, and what the hell do you think you're doing down here?"
"I told you, we were looking for somewhere safe!" shouted Ada.
In response, the woman held up a black, rectangular object, some sort of remote control. With a push of a button, Ada was lowered six inches, fast enough to put a jerk in the line and a sharp tug on her muscles and joints.
"I'll warn you, those ropes might snap and you might fall in before you can come to your senses," said the woman, her tone that of someone who'd long nursed, yet rarely indulged, a deep capacity for cruelty. Claire looked down past her bare feet into the fetid water, where bodies and viscera floated alongside even fouler things. A heavy ripple in the water some fifty feet away showed her there was more to fear from falling in than being covered in filth.
"She's telling the truth!" said Claire. "Let us go! This is crazy!"
Her rope went slack and she dropped several feet before it snapped tight, making her shoulder joints scream. She cried out, gritted her teeth to keep from whimpering while she dangled.
"You, I actually believe," said the woman. "But if you don't keep quiet, I'll use you to show this one what happens."
Claire was raised up another few feet and dropped again. She was ready for it and the pain was less than before, but she knew if the woman kept bouncing her like a yo-yo her muscles would weaken and she'd be ripped apart. A pair of dislocated arms with torn ligaments was the last thing she wanted, so held her tongue.
"Fine," said Ada, seeing Claire lifted a third time. "I'm with the FBI. I'm..."
Ada was dropped nearly into the stinking pool, the rope going taught at the last second. Ada let out a shriek, was silent as her body was hoisted back into the air.
"I know that hurt," said the woman. "And I know you're not FBI. Tell me who you are, and I'll show you mercy by shooting you. If you don't..."
She kicked a bucket off the catwalk into the water. Claire watched it floating past her feet until whatever swam in the thick, oily ooze made it vanish with a snap of its wide, gray maw.
"If you know I'm not FBI, then you know enough," said Ada, buying herself six drops and six sudden stops, each soliciting a louder cry of pain than the last.
"If you think that hurt, think about how your friend down there will feel," said the woman.
"Excuse me," said Claire. "I'd like to at least know why this is happening to me, and who's doing it!"
Slowly, she was lowered. "Why, I'm Dr. Annette Birkin, chief researcher at the NEST. That's the lab this little snoop is using you to break into so she can steal the G-virus."
"Pleased to meet you," said Claire, pulling up her feet as the nasty water came closer. "Hey, come on! Don't..."
The thing in the water rose, tried to clamp down on her feet but missed. Claire still had no idea what it was, what it resembled, only that it was bigger than she'd guessed. She tried to climb up the rope, but the way she was bound, she could do little more than writhe like a worm at the end of a hook.
"Fine! Damn it, yes, I'm here to steal the G-virus. Pull her up, she has nothing to do with it!"
Claire rose, but it was several feet before she felt safe enough to uncurl her naked legs. Where the hell were her clothes?
"What is she? Some bimbo you picked up? Zombie-bait?" said Annette.
"Her brother was a cop, I figured she might be useful," said Ada. "Annette, I'm not being paid enough for this. I'll make you a deal. Let me go, I'll help you escape the city. We can keep the bimbo as a decoy. I'm good with a gun..."
It was Ada's turn to be lowered. Her descent was faster than Claire's had been, but she wasn't having it, tucking herself into a ball so her feet touched her hands. Claire watched, mesmerized by how the curves of her lovely body bent and flexed.
"Hey! Stop that!" Annette shouted, unable to further speed Ada's descent with the remote she held.
With her legs free, Ada shimmied up the rope, which had let out all the slack it could. Claire tore her gaze away from the woman's lithe body as it climbed, began swinging towards the catwalk. Annette dropped the control box, scrambled to find the gun she'd laid nearby.
By the time Annette gave up on locating the firearm, Ada had her feet over the catwalk's rails. Claire, came to her senses and started her own swing, not entirely sure who would win the coming scuffle. Swinging onto the catwalk was much harder than Ada made it look. Claire could almost touch the rail with her toes, realized she was up too high to get any leverage.
Claire swung helplessly, watching Ada and Annette fight. At first, Annette looked like she might defy her milquetoast appearance and overwhelm Ada with savage blows, but the tide soon shifted. Ada caught Annette's flailing arms, drove her knee into the woman's midsection, winding her. Claire's toes curled watching Ada overpower the woman, wrap a rope around her neck and flip her over the catwalk railing. Claire looked away, not wanting to see Annette's neck be snapped, but then heard a splash. Looking down, she saw Annette was free of the rope, flailing about in the putrid water.
The thing in the pool rose up from under her, a fleshy mass of malformed arms and legs. It grabbed Annette with a pair of flippers that reminded Claire of squid tentacles, stripping her clothes off like skin from a fish.
"Ada!" Claire shouted while Annette screamed. "Ada, help me!"
Ada held up a finger. She was watching Annette be devoured. Claire looked, too, wished she hadn't. The thing had her top half down its mouth, holding her with dozens of stubby tentacles that passed for teeth. They weren't just holding her, they licked her like tongues, held her legs apart so the longest among them could slither inside.
The thing vanished into the filth, taking Annette with it. Claire thought she might vomit as she was lowered a few feet, but it passed. After a few seconds, she was able to swing over to the catwalk where Ada caught her.
"Are you okay?" said Claire, knowing how much her own shoulders hurt from just one jerk of the rope.
"A little sore, but I've had better," said Ada, stretching herself into a Winged Victory pose, smiling at the effect it had on Claire, who was suddenly quite self-conscious about her own nudity.
"You mean worse?"
Ada shrugged, rubbing her wrists. "I hope our clothes are in that room over there," she said. "Fun as a nude run might be, I need my satchel."
"You've got a strange sense of fun," said Claire, all too happy to follow Ada into the room at the end of the catwalk. Her bare backside was far easier to contemplate than the mutant still swimming below, doing God-knew-what to Annette Birkin as it digested her.
"You're only figuring that out now?" said Ada, inside the pump control room. It seemed they'd found the water treatment plant.
"The only thing I'm trying to figure out is who was telling the truth. About you being an FBI agent."
Their clothes had been thrown in a cardboard box and left on a plastic table in an adjacent conference room. Ada took her time getting dressed, and Claire did a poor job of hiding the fact she was staring, putting her boots on the wrong feet while Ada straightened her black leggings.
"I am an FBI agent. I had to tell that maniac something she'd believe."
Ada slipped her red dress on over her head, pulled it down nice and slow. When they were both properly dressed, Ada found her satchel and her gun. "I don't see your gun," said Ada.
"It must be around here somewhere," said Claire.
"We don't have time to look for it. Come on, if we're quick we can get into the lab and leave before trouble finds us again."
Ada left no time for argument, leaving the pump room at a brisk walk. Claire dogged her, part of her wishing Annette had thrown out their clothes, or at least Ada's. A nude run would be fun, to watch at least. Rubbing her forehead, she tried to remember if she'd bumped her head or taken anything prior to this nightmare starting in earnest. Being dangled above a cesspool filled with monsters by a mad scientists shouldn't feel normal.
"If my sources are correct, there's a cable car somewhere on that side," said Ada, as they crossed a steel footbridge over a cistern filled with brown stormwater. Claire didn't see anything swimming below, but she lost all thought for the pool when the bridge she was on shuddered. She almost didn't have to turn around to see what was behind her, Ada certainly didn't, and was running when Claire whipped her head around.
The Tyrant had found them. Up close there was no mistaking it for a human being. Well over eight feet tall, wide as any two men, its face was the worst part. Gray like a corpse, expressionless save for its black eyes. It thundered across the bridge, clearing several feet at a time with each stride. Claire sprinted after Ada, who was well ahead of her on the other side, slapping at a control panel that made the footbridge rise and begin to turn. Claire yelped and leaped, her left foot barely finding the edge. She flailed her arms, hoping to propel herself forward, but it would never work. Ada snatched her by the neck of her vest and yanked, saving her from a dip in the stormwater below.
Ada didn't waste time shouting for them to run, she just did it. Claire saw the Tyrant on the ascending footbridge, preparing to jump, and had an idea, probably her last idea if it didn't work. While Ada fled, Claire waited for the Tyrant to land. As she'd hoped, it came down on the edge of the platform, just a wee bit off balance. It was all Claire needed. It was a close thing, hitting the Tyrant as hard as she could with her shoulder in just the right spot above its waist. It tried to grab her, its enormous hands brushing her back as she ducked and it fell.
Claire prayed it would drown or be sucked into a turbine or something, but didn't wait to see, running as fast as she could into the dark sewer plant, hoping Ada wasn't too far ahead.
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