Resident Evil 2 - Claire Redfield x OC

The Orphanage

Nick woke up on a comfortable couch in a room that was surprisingly cozy, adorned with a flat-screen TV and a coffee maker. In one corner, Claire sat on a bean bag, her expression warm and caring.

"Hey there, sleeping beauty. How are you feeling?" Claire asked, a genuine smile lighting up her face.

"Like I just got fucking shot," Nick replied, his tone laced with sarcasm as he sat up on the couch, holding his injured shoulder.

"Don't worry, I took good care of you. I got you all patched up," Claire reassured him, her voice filled with a sense of pride.

As Nick glanced down at his shoulder, he noticed the excellent job Claire had done in tending to his wound. He couldn't help but be impressed. "You've done this before?"

"When your brother is a S.T.A.R.S member, you get used to patching people up, believe me," Claire chuckled.

Nick couldn't help but feel grateful for their unexpected bond, forged through adversity and shared experiences.

"Thank you, Claire. I mean it. I'm glad we found each other," Nick said, gratitude and sincerity lacing his words.

Claire moved over and settled beside Nick on the couch, responding with a soft smile. "Me too."

As a surge of affection coursed through Nick, he couldn't help but lean closer to Claire, his heart wanting to express his emotions. However, a flicker of realization crossed his mind as he remembered their urgent mission to save Sherry.

"We have to get Sherry back!" Nick declared passionately, his determination resurfacing.

While Nick's eagerness to rescue Sherry burned within him, Claire held up a key card for the garage gate, which she had discovered during Nick's unconsciousness. "While you were out, I managed to find this. But, of course, I couldn't leave without my partner in crime."

"Do you know where he took her?"

"Yes, I had a nice little chat with him on the phone," Claire responded, her voice laced with determination. "His name is Chief Irons, and he took Sherry to the local orphanage."

The revelation ignited a fierce resolve within Nick as he clenched his jaw, his grip tightening around his gun. "Let's go get her," he declared.

Nick and Claire fought their way through the streets of Raccoon City, their weapons flawlessly dispatching multiple zombies that stood in their path. The chaos and desperation of the infected-filled city bore down on them, but their resolve remained unwavering as they finally reached the orphanage.

As they entered the grounds, Nick quickly secured the gate behind them, ensuring they would have a brief moment of respite from the relentless onslaught of undead. Claire, her hands trembling slightly, reached into her pocket and pulled out a small object, her eyes fixed on the pendant that glimmered under the faint light.

"This is what he wants in exchange for Sherry."

Nick's gaze shifted to the pendant, his anger simmering beneath the surface. "A pendant?! What is so important about this thing that he kidnaps a little girl for it?"

Claire locked eyes with Nick, her resolve piercing through the tension. "I don't know, but we're not leaving here without her."

Nick nodded, his gaze fixed on the entrance of the orphanage. Steeling themselves for whatever awaited inside, they stepped forward and entered the eerie, shadow-filled building.

The musty smell of neglect filled the air as Claire called out, her voice echoing through the empty corridors. "Hello! We have your stupid pendant!"

Bracing themselves, they continued moving deeper into the darkness, the weight of their mission driving them forward with resolute determination. They pressed on, turning corner after corner, until they stumbled upon a gruesome scene in a long hallway—a decapitated body laid sprawled out before them.

"Oh Jesus," Claire gasped, her hand instinctively covering her mouth as she beheld the grisly sight.

Nick's eyes narrowed, a mixture of shock and satisfaction flickering across his face as he approached the body. "It's Irons," he stated, unable to hide a sense of grim satisfaction. "Looks like he got his head caved in pretty good. Shame I wasn't the one to do it."

Their attention quickly shifted as their primary focus returned to Sherry. "Sherry!" Claire called out.

"Claire! I'm up here!" Sherry called out urgently from a room upstairs.

Reacting with a mixture of relief and determination, Nick and Claire swiftly made their way up the stairs, their steps echoing with purpose. As they reached the door to the room where Sherry was held, they discovered it was locked, hindering their progress.

Without hesitation, Nick took a step back. With one powerful kick, he shattered the obstacle that stood between them and Sherry, the door crashing open in a burst of splintered wood.

The room was dimly lit, casting an ominous shadow over the scene, but the sight of Sherry, unharmed and safe, warmed their hearts. Claire sprinted into the room, her arms outstretched, enveloping Sherry in a tight embrace.

"Sherry, you're okay!" Claire exclaimed, her voice filled with relief and joy as she held her close.

Nick knelt down beside them, joining in the embrace, his own worries dissipating in the presence of Sherry's safety. "Did he hurt you in any way?" he asked gently.

Sherry shook her head, her voice filled with a mixture of innocence and relief. "No, he just locked me in this room. I'm glad you're here."

"Let's get out of here," Claire said, her voice filled with urgency, as she tightly gripped Sherry's hand. They all hurried downstairs towards the exit. But just as they reached the door, their hopes of escape were shattered when something suddenly burst right through the wall, sending debris flying in all directions.

As the dust settled, they laid their eyes upon a menacing figure, towering at a height of 10 feet. The creature, adorned in a trench coat and fedora, possessed a pale white face that lacked any trace of emotion.

"What the fuck!" Nick exclaimed. He instinctively drew his gun, aiming it at the creature. His heart raced, adrenaline pumping through his veins, as he prepared to defend his companions from this unforeseen obstacle.

Nick opened fire on the creature as it began walking towards him, determined to protect Claire and Sherry. But to his disbelief, nothing seemed to faze the relentless creature, its advance unhampered by the gunshots.

In a split second, the creature's eerie grip closed tightly around Nick's neck, cutting off his air supply. His face contorted in pain and desperation, he struggled to breathe, his vision dimming.

"Run!" Nick managed to choke out, his voice strained, as his life hung in the balance.

Fear and panic gripped Claire and Sherry as they witnessed Nick's plight. They didn't hesitate for a moment. In a swift motion, they turned and sprinted away, their hearts pounding in their chests.

The creature, sensing its prey attempting to escape, briefly released its grasp on Nick's neck. It turned its ghastly head, its cold, emotionless gaze fixed upon Claire and Sherry, who were desperately fleeing towards the exit.

In an astonishing display of speed and strength, the creature pounced towards Nick, using its monstrous force to hurl him through both the wall and the front gate of the orphanage. Nick's body crashed onto the street of Raccoon City, bloodied and battered.