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Summary: The Earth is flourishing, happily. But humans are endangered and on the verge of extinction after the greedy corporation Umbrella knowingly releases a viral plague. Small human civilizations survive including a moving convoy led by the strong Claire Redfield. Her solitary world turns upside down when she meets an infuriating yet mysterious woman named Alice. Claire soon learns about an underground survivor camp through Alice and heads there. However, Claire begins to secretly fear losing K-Mart, who has become her only source of strength over the years.
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Started: November 11, 2011
Series: One Shot
Copyright: Capcom owns the Resident Evil franchise, not me.
Notices: This story contains violence and sexual content. Additionally, this story will contain grammatical or other errors. If you're feverish over the errors, feel free to privately message me about what you find and help me improve.
Summary: The Earth is flourishing, happily. But humans are endangered and on the verge of extinction after the greedy corporation Umbrella knowingly releases a viral plague. Small human civilizations survive including a moving convoy led by the strong Claire Redfield. Her solitary world turns upside down when she meets an infuriating yet mysterious woman named Alice. Claire soon learns about an underground survivor camp through Alice and heads there. However, Claire begins to secretly fear losing K-Mart, who has become her only source of strength over the years.
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Started: November 11, 2011
Series: One Shot
Trigon
by Red Hope
Chapter 19
A gurgle seeped from Alice's lips, blood oozed from the corner of her mouth. Several minutes had long passed since Alice's unplanned collision course with the old museum. All the dust had finally settled around her bloody body. The early morning battle outside the heavy wood door echoed in the small museum. Suddenly Claire Redfield's orders over the radio filled the museum.
All of it was enough to reach Alice's ears and make her fight, again. From her reserves, she struggled against the enticement to die. Claire and K-Mart weren't safe, and she couldn't give in, not this time. Alice made another attempt for the stake in her neck, her fingers curled around the sharp edges of it. The first yank only drew it out an inch and nearly drained Alice until Claire's yell encouraged her.
"Alice!" Claire frantically hailed over the radio hooked on Alice's hip. "Alice, are you alright?"
Alice wanted to answer and even request help, for once. But the last of her strength went to a second pull against the stake. Relief was sweet when the wood stake fell into her lap and soaked the blood there. She moaned and sunk deeper into the darkness that lingered on the edge.
Her chewed skin hastily began spreading over the wound and connected to the other side. The T-virus was highly active and worked to repair the traumatic damage inflicted on Alice's body. It would only take time to heal her if the convoy could actually wait that long.
Beyond the museum, Trenchy paused after losing sight of his priority enemy. But a bullet landing into his temple made him turn his bright blue eyes onto the human that'd fired at him. He barred his teeth at the redhead that shot him three more times.
Claire Redfield was clearly pissed because of what happened to Alice and could happen to K-Mart next. She relented her assault after a few undead came after her. Thankfully the tide of undead was receding and the convoy may just survive, if they could kill Trenchy. Aiming her gun at the next undead in front of her, Claire hesitated because Trenchy grabbed the undead instead and threw him out of the way.
Trenchy stood at least two feet taller than the convoy leader. His bright blue eyes were similar to Alice's then his sneering smile was all too telling to Claire. He held recognition in his features upon assessing the convoy leader.
"Shit," Claire hissed. She nearly fell after Trenchy tried grabbing her throat.
"Get the Hell out of there, Claire!" Carlos yelled. He glanced across to Chase, who was eager to use the fire cannon but couldn't because of Claire.
Trenchy growled and brought his fist down at Claire's chest.
Claire hastily moved aside but tripped over an undead and fell onto her back. She fired at Trenchy but with no luck. His boot was coming at her so she gave a low cry and rolled feet over head first. She heard Trenchy's boot crush the undead's skull.
Trenchy growled low at the convoy leader, who was back on her feet. But his eyes jerked up and reflected the oncoming headlights.
"Move, Claire!" K-Mart yelled over the radio's channel.
Claire fled to the right in time as the F-350 roared past. The streak of yellow blew past her before a load impact filled her ears. She cringed against Trenchy's crunching bones. Most likely blood smeared the front of the truck's pretty chrome. Turning, Claire hastened to the truck's front passenger door and climbed into it.
K-Mart floored the truck into reverse and didn't acknowledge Claire getting into the cab. She was too focused on her task. The truck bounced around as it rolled over undead or struck the few still standing, but again the headlights shined on Trenchy.
Claire gritted her teeth at seeing Trenchy standing up. "Fucker," she hissed. She didn't have to tell K-Mart what to do and instead sought out new magazines for her Beretta Cougars.
K-Mart jerked the handle into drive then floored the gas pedal. This time she didn't restrain the truck's power because Claire was safely in the truck. The F-350's engine roared louder this time and the tainted grill solidly collided with Trenchy's overbearing chest. K-Mart had a thin smirk and happily watched Trenchy enjoy a short flight across the camp.
"Alice!" Claire hailed over the radio. But brief static passed over the channel then Claire called for Alice again. A thin layer of panic laced her call.
K-Mart glanced at the quiet radio in the leader's hand. Her own dread twisted in her chest at what had became of Alice. She worriedly peered up at Claire.
The convoy leader didn't say anything about Alice's falling. Instead, she hit the mic again and barked out, "Chase, burn the son of a bitch!"
Chase gave a cowboy cry and lined the cannon's sight on Trenchy. He pulled on the trigger. Instantly heat washed up over him as the foot thick flame stretched like a rolled party horn being blown out. "Burn, baby burn!"
Trenchy gave a furious yell when flames engulfed him. He tried shielding himself with his back towards the fire cannon. But the attempt was useless and hot flames encased him. Another roar broke from his lips, his fists raised up and revealed his gloves melting away.
"Yeehaw!" Chase yelled in excitement. He reached for the adjuster and notched up the strength. Fire glowed brightly in his eyes.
Trenchy stumbled twice then collapsed once his ankles were tangled by undead bodies. He rolled around, which only spread the flames over the undead's clothes and made it worse.
Carlos lowered his rifle and watched the show. The wretched stench of undead increased tenfold once the fire started spreading in the camp. He wiped his nose, but it didn't help.
Claire watched the hulking man become still, finally. She couldn't believe how much fire it took to subdue him. She raised the radio and clicked the mic. "Cut it off, Chase." The brightness of fire disappeared from her view but flames continued burning over Trenchy and the surrounding undead.
K-Mart started picking out the scent of burning undead flesh. She shut her eyes and willed her stomach not to bring up dinner. It was incredibly hard.
"Is he dead?" Claire radioed.
"He's not moving," Carlos answered. He squatted down as if the few inches lower would help him see anything. "All his clothes are nearly gone."
Claire bit her bottom lip then made up her mind. "Stay in here, K." She reached for the door handle.
"Claire, you can't-"
"I'll be right back," the leader cut off. She slammed the truck door after getting out. Carefully stepping over undead bodies, Claire cautiously neared Trenchy. She felt all the survivors' eyes on her and also their guns following her, protecting her.
"Claire, be careful," Carlos quietly warned over the radio.
Claire holstered her left Beretta Cougar then used her freehand to cover her mouth and nose. The horrid stench was growing stronger as she got closer to the burning undead. She prayed none of the undead were playing dead and would grab her, but it was a risk she accepted as she neared Trenchy.
Small flames continued dancing over Trenchy's charred body. Any remnants of the black trench coat were merely melted into his skin. His mouth hung open, and eyes distantly stared at dawn's fingers creeping across the former night sky. But what was interesting was the black pouch that'd been attached to his left hip. Thanks to the fire, the pouch was gone and revealed the contents. A shiny black metal about four inches by five inches had been inside it.
For a moment, Claire oddly stared at the square object that'd slid away from Trenchy's body now that it was free. The object's shiny surface was eerily familiar to Claire and caused her heart rate to increase each passing second. But maybe it was nothing of concern, and she warded it off. She instead studied Trenchy's very human features. Had he once been an average human, just like Alice? Perhaps he'd suffered from Umbrella's experiments too. Twisting her head to the left, Claire worriedly stared at the museum and pinpointed the spot where Alice had gone through the roof. A gripping need to find Alice washed over her, but Claire steeled herself.
A soft groan filtered up near Claire. Instantly, her attention was jerked back to Trenchy and the burning undead around him. She raised the Beretta Cougar and prepared to fire on anything. She sensed her heightened worries alerted the rest of the convoy.
"Get out of there, Claire," Carlos hotly suggested over the channel.
Claire did take an initial step away, her footing careful with other bodies. She kept the handgun trained on Trenchy. But curiosity grew, and Claire watched the blue in Trenchy's eyes drain into a pitch black. Slightly her lips parted in mild awe and mostly fear when Trenchy's muscles started bulging and his veins reddened. Then his heart grew in size and pressed outwardly against his chest.
Sucking in a sharp breath, Claire knew they were in worse trouble once the grown heart began beating against Trenchy's enlarged chest. She backed up further, nearly tripped, and quickly turned while ripping the radio free. "He's still alive!" And she wasn't sure she could explain how he was changing before her eyes.
Chase took that as his cue and aimed at the monster. He pulled on the cannon's trigger and flamed Trenchy, not at all concerned by the amount of fuel he used from the tanker.
Trenchy's renewed roar was much deeper and heavy than last time. He sat up and revealed his changing form, his body now a murky gray. He raised his angry features towards the human on the gas tanker. The ravaging flames did nothing to him now.
Claire had only gone so far and turned to watch Chase flame the monster. She stiffened when Trenchy stood up and spread out his gigantic hands and fingers that'd morphed into thick talons nearly four feet long each. "Holy shit," she murmured. Schooling her shock and natural fear, she extracted her second Beretta and aimed on the monster that was focused on Chase. Claire pulled on the triggers and fired on the overgrown beast. But after ten futile shots, she lowered her guns and stared at the monster standing in the flames, untouched.
Chase cut off the fire cannon and stared in horror at the smoke rising from Trenchy's mutated body. He then curled forward when Trenchy dropped his head back and gave an piercing roar.
Claire shook her head but the monster's powerful cry vibrated through her entire body. She realized there was no chance in defeating the monster. She had to get to K-Mart and escape before it was too late for them, screw the damn convoy. Decision made, Claire bolted to the F-350 and tore the driver's door open because she knew K-Mart wouldn't leave the convoy. Ready to bark at K-Mart to move, she faltered because of the movement from the corner of her eye.
K-Mart followed the leader's glance and hope refilled her. "Alice," she murmured in surprise.
Claire twisted her head around and studied Alice, who stepped out of the museum and onto the sagging porch. She noted Alice held a dripping kukri in her left hand.
Alice briefly assessed the mutated super Tyrant from the T-100 series. Her head tilted to one side after the monster's roar ended. She descended the three steps in a calm fashion and spun her kukri, an extension of her body. Each survivor was staring at her and the super Tyrant like an old wild west shoot out about to begin.
The super Tyrant was well aware of Alice's return and curled his upper lip to reveal now razor sharp teeth. His heavy breaths seemed loud in the camp, but his next footsteps brought him closer to Alice. He could smell her excited blood.
What seemed like tedious beginnings of a battle sharply switched into a dangerous dance between enemies of night and day. The super Tyrant swung his enlarged talons at Alice, but she'd already launched into the air. Expert skill as a fighter shined in Alice's technique, her blade driving into the monster's neck as her boots climbed over him. Alice sprung off the Tyrant's broad shoulder, wrenched out her kukri, and flipped through the air until she landed yards away. Automatically her eyes slotted once the wound in the Tyrant's neck instantly healed up. This wasn't going to be pretty, Alice realized. But it fueled her hungry blood anyway, and she gave a low snarl of warning to the super Tyrant.
Claire still clung to the truck's side, one boot already in the truck. All her attention was on Alice fighting the super Tyrant. She'd seen touches of Alice's skill prior, but nothing like this before. It was as if a switch had been flicked inside of Alice and released a blood thirsty warrior. Another cringe hit Claire after Alice was backhanded by the super Tyrant. But it wasn't any surprise that Alice flipped into her feet and pursued her opponent. Claire shook her head once she realized it was a stalemate.
"We have to help her!" K-Mart must have been reading Claire's thoughts. She'd unbuckled and was moving down to the passenger door since Claire was in her way.
Several swears went under Claire's breath once she understood K-Mart's intent. She hastily latched onto K-Mart's arm before it was too late. "No!"
K-Mart turned on the leader and hotly fought, "Do you want her to die?" She could read the struggle in Claire to protect K-Mart from death or save Alice. Suddenly a boom jerked her and Claire's attention to the battle in the center. "Oh my god," K-Mart gasped.
"Fuck!" Claire snarled after Alice was thrown harshly into the gas tanker and dented it. Her eyes widened after the super Tyrant took another swing at Alice, who ducked in time. But the gas tanker wasn't so lucky as the Tyrant's talons cut through the tank's side and released the fuel.
"Get off the tanker!" Carlos hollered at Chase from across the camp.
Claire was dazed and horrified by the fuel reserves spewing out of the gouges and soaked the surrounding ground. Her eyes cut to Alice, who was sprayed by some of the gasoline but hurried out of it before the super Tyrant grabbed her again. A furrow creased her brow once Alice raised her kukri in warning at the enemy. Something just didn't make sense.
"Why the fuck won't she use her powers?" Claire murmured. There was little doubt in her mind that Alice could defeat the super Tyrant much faster, just like with the Iron Maiden.
K-Mart was gripping the steering wheel and oddly stared at Alice's renewed efforts against the monster. She shook her head and answered, "It's us."
Deeper confusion filled Claire as she looked at K-Mart. "What?"
K-Mart met the leader's heavy stare and hastily explained, "She'll only use her powers to protect us."
Claire held K-Mart's stern features for another second until it sunk in fully. Damn it. K-Mart was right and that meant Claire had only one choice now before everything exploded, literally. She squeezed K-Mart's arm tighter and demanded, "Stay here! Keep the truck ready."
"Claire-"
"Do as I say," Claire snapped. She jerked K-Mart back to the driver's seat.
K-Mart scooted down the bench seat. However, terror was written over her face once she realized what Claire had in mind. "Please, Claire don't-"
"I'll be fine," Claire promised. She didn't have time for anymore comfort. She hopped off the rail, slammed the truck door, and readied her Beretta Cougar. After a deep breath, she hurried across the camp despite it was difficult with all the undead bodies littering the ground. She had to watch her footing until she came close, and her head snapped up.
Claire had quickly become a part of the battle. Carlos's yells over the radio did nothing to stop her from joining the fight. She just had to get close enough to incite Alice the right way. After a deep breath, Claire lined her Beretta's green sight on the super Tyrant's upper back. "Come get me, bastard."
The super Tyrant snapped his attention to the leader after he felt the bullets digging under his thick skin. He growled at his new target that he desired more than anything. He took heavy steps towards her and ignored the bullets marring his chest.
"Claire!" Alice hollered. She was awestruck by the leader's arrival, but she snapped out of it. Chasing after the super Tyrant, Alice hastily acted before the monster attacked Claire Redfield. She easily came up behind him, jumped, and spun in midair over his head, which captured his attention. She then landed between Claire and the super Tyrant, her back to Claire.
The convoy leader had stopped firing and was amazed by Alice's display of strength. But her eyes cut up to the super Tyrant, who roared in protest at Alice.
A smug grin pulled at Alice's full lips just before she attacked the monster. She drove her kukri into the super Tyrant's swinging right hand. She released the hilt then jumped at his protruding heart that glowed bright red against his chest. Alice's right hand latched onto the monster's left shoulder, holding her weight up. But her left nails ripped through the super Tyrant's thick skin and sliced into the gigantic heart.
Claire twisted away thanks to the monster's wrenching cry. She swung around with her Beretta prepared to fire. But she lowered the gun after she discovered Alice had swung around the monster. Her next breath hitched when the super Tyrant ripped the kukri from his palm.
Alice landed flat on her boots directly behind the monster. She executed a kick to his right leg and sent him down to his knees. Now so close to his head, she wrapped her hands around his cheeks. A blue ring glowed around her eyes.
Claire took one step away once the monster's first curling roar began. She could feel his pain from whatever Alice was doing to him. Then when blood began oozing from his eyes and down from his ears, Claire backed off further. She aimed her gun at the super Tyrant's head, but she faltered from shooting on it. No doubt the bullets would do nothing to kill him unlike what Alice was doing to him now.
As the cutting seconds slowed by, Alice started weakening despite her control over the super Tyrant's mind. She knew it too. Once the super Tyrant was released, Alice snared him around the neck then began swinging to her left. The monster lifted up from Alice's momentum and the camp spun past them until Alice let go.
The super Tyrant gave a low howl as he crashed into the marred gas tanker. His left arm and leg became tangled in the twisted metal of the tanker. He roared in protest and struggled to be free.
Claire watched Alice scooped up the kukri. But she slotted her eyes as the super Tyrant tore away from the gas tanker. She reached for her radio once an idea came to mind. "Clear the area!" she hollered through the radio and around the camp. "Now!"
K-Mart clenched the steering wheel tighter once she realized what Claire may do. "Oh my god... no." She reached for the radio on the dash, but Claire already was repeating the orders.
"Clear the camp!" Claire watched the convoy heed her warning, mostly everybody. She stared coldly at the F-350 over her right shoulder. She clicked the mic. "Now, K-Mart!" After a second, the diesel truck's whistle teased her ear and calmed her fears that K-Mart would be hurt.
From the side of her vision, Alice noted the convoy was withdrawing in their vehicles as quickly as possible. She'd vaguely heard Claire's order, but she only cared about stopping the super Tyrant before it came after Claire. Alice ducked under the opponent's weak swipe, but he couldn't reach far with his body mangled in the tanker's metal. It'd be short lived before he was free and fully recovered from Alice's earlier mind attack.
"Alice, move!" Claire yelled to her. She lined her Beretta Cougar's sight on the tanker.
Twisting her head, Alice went slightly wide eye once she realized the convoy leader's intent. How insane was Claire? Alice didn't have time to consider an answer and only knew that Claire's life was endanger the moment the trigger would be pulled on. Forgetting the super Tyrant, she broke into a full sprint for the convoy leader. Her eyes honed in on Claire's index finger drawing back.
Claire gritted her teeth and counted down to zero in her head. Five seconds had to be enough time for Alice, and even her own life. A low cry escaped from her parted lips as the trigger clicked against her finger and the racked bullet fired down the barrel. The bullet's low whistle cut off her last breath but her eyes locked solely on Alice.
Super speed wasn't one of Alice's powers, but the adrenaline mixed in her infected blood gave her the edge to make it in time. She collided into Claire, who dropped her Beretta. Alice wrapped her arms around the convoy leader and hid Claire just before the explosion erupted behind Alice. Intense heat washed over them before the flames surged towards them.
A terrified scream broke from Claire once she realized death was upon them. She tucked her face into Alice's damp neck and prayed it'd be quick for them. If God spared K-Mart then what she'd done was worth it. Her last thoughts didn't end as quickly as expected and instead Claire detected a growing strain in Alice's body. Lifting her head up, she stared in shock at the wild flames dancing around them from all sides. She and Alice were standing untouched in the middle of the explosion. Claire gazed up at Alice and watched the pained tears trickle down Alice's cheek. But it was the blue glow along the edge of Alice's eyes that told Claire everything.
Alice continued staring distantly upward, her mind focused on protecting her and Claire. It been awhile since she'd underwent such a stress against her mind. Yet her telekinesis continued warding off the fire and heat from killing them. Hopefully the super Tyrant didn't fare so well as them. Once the fire finally receded, Alice was filled with relief that they'd make it. Weak in the knees, she still managed to stay upright and cautiously turned around, one hand on Claire for support.
Claire blinked away the blur in her vision and was able to focus on the gas tanker. Everything was still burning around the tanker, including the super Tyrant. She released a low breath after taking in the charred monster slumped feet away from the gaping hole in the tanker's side. A thin smile creased her lips because they'd won.
Alice touched her hot brow but dropped her hand. She was amazed she hadn't passed out yet. Some of the shakiness in her knees had mostly receded after a minute. She twisted her head to Claire and gruffly asked, "Are you fucking nuts?"
The convoy leader smirked and answered, "You should see me on a bad day." She set her cold stare on the super Tryrant. "Bastard," she muttered.
Alice blew out a breath until she warily caught movement from the super Tyrant. A red vein began forming and creeping down his chest.
"No," Claire whispered in doubt. "God no." She reached behind for her second Beretta Cougar, her head shaking.
Alice stepped in front of the convoy leader. "He was born from fire," she murmured. From prior intense training, she understood what had to be done to defeat the monster. The bright ring returned in her eyes as the super Tyrant sluggishly climbed onto his feet.
Claire lowered her gun and touched Alice's nearby arm. Recent memories seemed to repeat as the fire around the super Tyrant were taken control of and grew.
The super Tyrant ignored the new threat and instead roared at the convoy leader's constant protector. He would not be defeated until he completed his mission. He spread out his arms and gave a harsh roar that rattled the ground's surface.
Seeing the perfect chance, Alice surged the flames from the tanker and into the super Tyrant's wide open mouth. Her telekinesis increased the flames' temperature at an alarming rate and caused the super Tyrant's body to lose control. Red veins protruding from the monster's chest glowed even brighter and spread hastily over his body.
The super Tyrant's bloated body made Claire suck in a sharp breath. "Shit," she hissed and quickly turned away before her prediction came true.
Another explosion rocked the campsite after the super Tyrant popped like an over inflated balloon. Blood, bones, and melting flesh flung all over the ruined tanker and nearby area. Quickly an ugly stench wafted through the campsite, and Claire tightened her throat in hopes to hold down the vomit that pressed against her stomach.
Alice swayed for several seconds, a moan escaping between her lips. She could feel the fog thickening in her head. But this time she didn't fight it because she knew the super Tyrant was done. She had defeated it, saved Claire, and even K-Mart. Just at the thought of the leader, Alice weakly called, "Claaaire..." Her words were lost though, like her thin strength.
Claire twisted her head around and saw Alice giving into the fatigue. She quickly pushed to her feet and turned to her right with her arms coming out. Alice fell into her arms after blacking out similar to last time. Claire knelt down and adjusted her savior, the second handgun left on the ground. The smell of undead flesh and gasoline reached Claire's nose, but she didn't care about Alice's soaked clothes. Instead she stood up and visually scanned around for the F-350. She had to be assured that K-Mart was safe. Claire briefly shut her eyes once the Ford F-350 pulled up past the old museum.
"Thank god," Claire whispered. All three of them were safe, somehow. Peering down at their protector, Claire knew why she and K-Mart would see the rest of today. Basking in the morning sun for another moment, she tried fathoming all that had to be done now. First thing was Alice then to check on K-Mart. Claire set her jaw and started a hunt for an ambulance. She couldn't wait to get the Hell away from this goddamn place. What she'd quickly learned once becoming a leader was that the battle was the easy part compared to after the battle.