Resident Evil: Descendants

Fields of Red and Black Kept At Bay By Walls of Blue

Author's Note: I had a clever idea. Since I wasn't able to include a previous game's story, I'll do through the use of flashbacks.

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Sherry stood by the window, eyeing the courtyard outside, an M4A1 Carbine in hand.

"What's it look like out there, Sherry?"

"All clear for now."

Leon sighed and turned to see Claire pacing back and forth. "Claire, you need to stop pacing before you wear a hole in floor."

Claire took a deep breath and crossed her arms. "I-I know. It's just that...I'm worried about Nick. As far as we know, he's alone out there."

"As far as we know."

"It doesn't make me feel any better, Leon."

"I know, but...just trust me. I'm sure he's absolutely fine."

"What if he'd not? He's only nine years old! He doesn't even know how to use a gun let alone fight."

The room grew quiet as Leon chuckled nervously.

Claire's mind calmed as she slowly turned her head, furrowing her brows, her hands balling up into fists.

"What did you do?"

"Well, you see. I uh...I kinda taught him how to use a handgun as well as how to fight in small crowds, you know...in case he got bullied in school. The fighting part, not the shooting part. Hehe."

Claire raised an eyebrow. "Uh huh. We're going to have a talk when we get back home."

One of the French soldier's laughed. "It's clear who wears the pants."

Claire turned to the soldier with the coldest glare he'd ever seen, shutting his mouth almost immediately, his comrade snickering.

Heavy footsteps grow closer and closer to the room, the two French soldiers stiffening, standing up straight. Turning to look at the door, Leon turns to see an American Operative.

"Grey. It's been a while."

"Agreed."

"Situation?"

"The main areas around Paris have been quarantined. We've managed to keep the infected from escaping beyond the riverfront, though, no telling before they find a way. Other than that, we have armed men in the capital building and in the surrounding areas. Paris has essentially become a warzone."

"Jesus Christ."

"They call themselves the Red Flayers of Versailles. A group of fanatical idiots to me."

One of the French soldiers spoke in English. "We never paid them any mind, but it seems that we should have. We never expected anything like this. Though, with all of the recent attacks, it seems as though we should have been paying more attention."

"Well, then. What do we do now?" Sherry asked.

Leon turned to his daughter with a serious expression. "Well, there are several detachments coming in from Lyon. They will be arriving to reinforce us through helicopters courtesy of the Americans. After that, we'll need to wait for new orders."

Claire takes a look outside and spots a rather grotesque creature with long faded white hair outside and quickly moved out of sight. Soldiers moved toward the window, readying fro combat.

"What is it?'

"B.O.W. outside."

"Fuck," Leon cursed. "Everyone take cover. Don't let it see you."

Everyone rushed to spots around the room, hiding from the beast. The ceiling began to creak, several fingers cling to the window boards, an angry hiss filling everyone's ears.

A soldier shook by the window, his eyes clenched tightly. As he slowly opened them, he looked up at Leon who brought a hand to his lips. When the creature moved on, everyone slowly stood up.

"How many?" Leon asked, his eyes glaring the storm just outside.

Claire looks up at the sudden chimes as they cling and clang with the wind and rain.

Flash

Claire stood in the street in the dead of night. She'd felt a strange queasiness over the past month, a knot in her stomach. The constant vomiting didn't help much either. Though most of it was quite manageable, she had a feeling she knew what it had been.

She asked herself a could questions like who was the father or what would she do now? Questions she would find the answers too rather quickly. A hand drifted over her flat stomach, the thought of motherhood becoming an enticing thought.

She wondered what they would look like. Would they have deep auburn hair like her or raven black hair like her brother. She smiled softly, a tear in her eye. Hearing a ringing clang, she looked up to see chimes. The soft rain drops hit the chimes, causing them to collide with each other, creating a beautiful melody.

Flash

Claire was ripped from her thoughts when she felt a hand on her shoulder and turned to see Leon gazing into her eyes.

Looking at the scene outside, she remembered the last time she'd been here. A certain fondness came over her as she remembered the time she went to search for her brother after her escape from Raccoon City.

It was early January, winter in full force. Claire had just gotten off the plane when I was approached by a young woman by the name of Mary. She didn't gotten her last name however as she spoke to fast for me to catch it. She had raven black hair and dark green eyes, though, every time she looked at her, she felt a chill run down her spine, goosebumps on her skin. She was given a directory for the city and a guide by the name of Hannah, a French citizen.

She was standing in the airport terminal looking around for suspicious activity when she was distracted by her new guide.

"Bonjour? I think that's it. Anyway, hi. I'm Hannah, and I'll be your guide for the week!"

Claire's eyes widened when she saw her friend. Though, when Hannah opened her eyes, she was ecstatic.

"Claire! You made it!"

Hannah wrapped her arms around Claire in a tight hug.

With a warm smile, Claire happily returned the hug. "Hey, Hannah."

"Beautiful isn't it?" Claire turned to Leon, not understanding what he meant, having been experienced a glimpse of what had gotten her into this mess.

"What?" Claire asked.

Leon turned to Claire, pausing for a moment,  gazing deeply into her eyes, his form stiffening ever so slightly. "You alright?"

Claire nodded with a smile, a tear in her eye. "Yeah." She leaned her head against her husband's shoulder, a subconscious hand resting on her slightly protruding stomach. "I'm fine."