Resident Evil: A New Direction (Version 1)

 Hello Readers,

So as some of you might have noticed I posted on my normal sites (Wattpad, Archive of Our Own, Fanfiction.net) that I have a Resident Evil 2 story first.  I started with this story as it is going to be shorter.  Originally envisioned as a one-shot, I'm breaking it up into 3 parts (so far).  The next part should be ready in a week and the (so far) finale is mostly written as it was originally the beginning of the story.

I am posting the original version that I shared with The Lady Frost who is serving as my sounding board for all things Resident Evil as she tells highly entertaining Resident Evil character stories.

Here is what I sent her that she enjoyed.

Resident Evil 2: A New Path

Synopsis: An alternate take on what could have happened after the events of RE2 Remake if Claire stayed.

~*~

Claire Redfield was standing under the hot warm pulsating spray of the hotel shower. She was washing away hours of dirt, mud, slime, blood, and god knows what else from Raccoon City. After escaping the area via Umbrella's secret train, Leon, Sherry and herself walked for miles before a family in a van that had been turned around by one of the manned military blockades leading to Raccoon City stopped to give them a lift to the nearest town. After Leon paid for their gas (it was the least they could do for giving them a ride), the trio marched into Walmart and bought two large travel packs, bandages, and disinfectant for Leon. Soap, shampoo, deodorant, enough clothes for several days, and new footwear.

Once that was done they found a nice hotel and getting two adjoining rooms, went about washing the fifth from their bodies. Sherry asked Claire if she could soak in the tub, which the older woman informed her was quite all right. Once Leon was done with his shower, he knocks on the door and Claire enters his room so that she can now wash up. She doesn't know why but as she passes Leon she feels herself blush. Claire is wearing a full-length terrycloth robe provided by the hotel. The robe comes to her mid-calf and she walks into Leon's bathroom and closes the door. Only when she hears the click does she unfasten the sash on her robe and allow it to fall to her feet.

Claire immediately steps under the water and once her hair is soaked she switches the jet to pulsate. "Ahhhh..." Claire moans her approval as the pulsating water massages her scalp. She moves back and turns around and lets the warm water massage her sore shoulders and back.

Taking the bar of soap that Leon left in the holder, Claire begins lathering up her body. The fragrance from the soap seems almost magical after spending hours in an underground sewer. Claire slowly and methodically soaps up her body. She wishes that she had bought the loofah on a stick so that she could wash her own back.

As she lets the water begin washing the soap suds away she gasps as a pair of strong manly hands gently land on her shoulders. There was only one person who this could be but not wanting to take any chances after the past 36 hours, Claire spun around and found herself looking at a very naked Leon. Claire didn't even get a chance to ask him what his intentions were. He was naked, and he spun her back. Claire's hands landed on the tiled wall in front of her and she groans as Leon's cock enters her as swiftly as he had spun her about. His hands slip under her armpits and he pulls her body against his. Claire groans as his lips kiss her recently washed neck. Her eyes shut as he moves his hips so this cock begins to work over her sex.

Claire is moaning... groaning... she hasn't had sex since... since...

~ Thursday October 1st, 1998 6:32AM ~

Claire Redfield sat up as if someone had just electrocuted her out of her deep sleep. Her right hand, which had been underneath her pillow was now level, and in it was the Smith & Wesson revolver that she had procured from Chief Irons' corpse in Raccoon City. The weapon was pointed at the wall in front of her and nothing else. Claire's body was hot and now that she was awake she was very aware of how sweaty she was. "It was a dream... well... that last part at least," Claire mumbles to herself.

She had taken a shower in Leon's room. However, Leon was an absolute gentleman and never even went near the bathroom (or at least didn't open the door if he did). She could feel how flush her body was after the titillating dream her subconscious had just concocted. As her breathing leveled out Claire felt movement from her right side. Looking over, the college student sees the lith form of Sherry Birkin. The 12-year-old blonde girl rubs the crust from her eyes and sits up beside her auburn-haired guardian.

Yawning, the little blonde-haired girl asks, "What's wrong Claire?" As she looks about the room and doesn't see anything wrong.

"Nothing... nothing Sherry. I... I guess I just had a bad dream." Claire replied as the truth was not something she cared to share.

As there was nothing with them in the room, nor was anything wrong, Claire lowers the weapon so as not to scare Sherry. Claire had pulled the hammer back on the revolver, ready to pull the trigger on an enemy but as there was no danger she places her thumb on the hammer and pulling the trigger, slowly lowers the hammer. Once the weapon is safe she removes her trigger finger and stows the weapon (pointed toward the wall) under her pillow. As she lets out a loud sigh there is a knock at her door.

"Who is it?" Claire asks not realizing the knock was coming from the adjoining door.

"It's me Claire" The all too familiar voice of Leon Scott Kennedy states from the other side of the wooden door.

Claire slips out of bed, and pads over to the door. She looks through the peephole on the door and seeing the rookie police officer is alone unfastens the locks on the door and opens it for him. Leon is standing before her in a pair of grey cargo shorts and a white compression t-shirt. Claire can't help but notice the small padded bulge from his left shoulder covering the bullet wound he received trying to protect Ada. Until recently Claire had not known how fit Leon was under his clothing/uniform. After her shower, Claire returned to her room and put on a pair of black lace panties and a matching bra. Normally she would have gone with something a bit more practical (as she tended to ride a motorcycle), but Sherry asked her to buy a romper (as she had selected one for herself). Claire picked a red and black romper and as Leon was looking on she decided to get something more "girlie" as opposed to practical. Sure she had plenty of lace underwear at home... but she wasn't back home yet. Covering her underwear was a long red sleeveless sleepshirt. The hem of her shirt stopped mid-thigh.

"Is everything ok Leon?" Claire asks. She's perplexed as to why he's up so early.

"No... not even remotely ok." Leon makes his way over to the television. "You'd better sit down."