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Nightshift 23: Second floor; east wing, near railed area
[[From here]]
This space. All around him, emptiness. Even his hushed, near-silent footsteps boomed with echo in the emptiness of the corridor; he stopped dead and listened hard.
There was something. Something moving along the corridor, slowly, regular. A scrape, like a wounded man dragging an injured leg. And he could feel something too - feel it, the heat in this cold space...
He gripped his pipe tightly, and ran as quietly as he could towards the nearest wall, bracing his body against it.
Was it coming closer?
This space. All around him, emptiness. Even his hushed, near-silent footsteps boomed with echo in the emptiness of the corridor; he stopped dead and listened hard.
There was something. Something moving along the corridor, slowly, regular. A scrape, like a wounded man dragging an injured leg. And he could feel something too - feel it, the heat in this cold space...
He gripped his pipe tightly, and ran as quietly as he could towards the nearest wall, bracing his body against it.
Was it coming closer?
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She did recognize the railed area from Sunday, where she'd been escorted by her nurse to the church, but it seemed someone was already there - two someones.
Claire didn't question how or where the woman got that poker - she assessed the situation in an instant. This woman was attacking a patient. He needed help. She didn't need to know anything else.
Running as fast as she could, Claire lept on the woman's back, plunging the knife into her shoulder. At the very least, she could provide a distraction for the man to get away.
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"What the hell are you doing?!" he roared at her. "Are you out of your mind?!"
Without even thinking, he thrust his pipe spear-like at the woman. All he had to do was save this child, this stupid suicidal child who thought she was a superhero.
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Wesker was momentarily surprised at the scene in front of him, but the surprise didn't hold him for long. Claire had jumped into a battle, but at least she had her knife. And at least she hadn't jumped into battle alone.
Though, from the way the man with the pipe was shouting, he clearly had no idea that Claire could regenerate. "Claire! Be careful!" Wesker found it surprisingly easy to sound concerned, perhaps because while she could regenerate, she really didn't know how to fight.
It was clear that the man had already been injured previously, the bloody bandages and the edges of a wound standing out on his chest. Wesker glanced at the man from behind his sunglasses as he found an opening and stepped in to intercept the woman's weapon, attempting to block it with his knife.
"Don't worry about her," He would leave it to Snake to decide which 'her' he was talking about.
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Hmph.
Pressure on her back meant another worthless patient was behind her. Another patient meant more to clean, and she did not need to clean more right now. Master needed them to go to sleep. What Master says goes.
She stumbled back when the men rammed their weapons into her, the blow to her poker not enough to unleash it from her hand, but enough to swing it back. Good enough, and she let the force of it spin her around to the girl and reach for that… that perfect blonde hair, to tear at it to…
No Azoth in her, but she was… she was
The maid let a screech out from her throat and moved to grab the girl's hair and use it as means to throw her off the railings edge.
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He raised his hand in a half-salute, then charged off into the distance, shoulders hunched and bar pointed down like a gun.
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She lost her grip on the knife when the woman grabbed at her hair, leaving her weapon to clatter somewhere on the ground.
Claire cried out, trying to loosen to woman's grip to no avail - and she suddenly had a horrible, sinking feeling as she remembered the night with Jackie's killer. Tossed like a ragdoll in the same manner, but this time there was no wall. This time, her side hit a railing before she started to go over.
The drop didn't scare her - she'd fallen from greater heights. But how long would it take her to heal if she shattered her bones in this place?
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This proved easier said than done when he was forced to abandon an attack as Claire was thrown. He rushed to the railing, swearing mentally at his lack of enhanced speed and strength as he just barely managed to wrap the fingers of his free hand around Claire's arm before he was suddenly supporting all of her weight, partially bent over the railing and leaving himself completely exposed.
The fall wasn't too far, Claire would likely survive it with minimal damage, but Wesker did not wish to go over the railing after her, or to go back down-stairs after dispatching with the current opponent, but he couldn't help the angry glare he cast at nothing as he started trying to haul his supposed daughter back up to safety.
Wesker was certainly going to have to teach Claire a thing or two about fighting if he was going to continue to keep her as his daughter.
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"Bad patients must be punished," she reminded him before pulling her arm back, then stabbing her weapon forward at the man's back.
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Just as she was sure she was going to fall, Claire felt Wesker grab her arm, leaving her hanging over the side. It was lucky he was so strong, and she managed to get back on the ground without too much of a struggle.
The second her feet hit the ground, though, she realized the woman had wasted no time - that hot poker was going right for Wesker. Claire called out his name to warn him, but had a feeling there wouldn't be enough time for him to avoid the blow.
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Knowing that he would heal didn't make the pain any less as the hot metal went into his back. He hissed in pain, twisting around with the weapon still stuck in his back.
Wesker's eyes glowed gold and red from behind his sunglasses as he slashed at the woman with his knife, using the momentum of his spin and aiming for her abdomen, where there would be no bones to get in the way of his weapon.
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"How rude."
Her other hand shot towards the poker still in the man's flesh, aiming to rip it back out. Daniella refused to go down easy.
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The only problem was this strange (and probably not totally human, from the way she was bleeding) woman was aiming for the same object. Hoping she was faster, Claire reached for the poker to pull it out of Wesker's back and away from Daniella's hands.
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Taking the poker with him when he'd twisted was both lucky and unfortunate. He'd disarmed his enemy, but at the same time his wound might heal with the metal still stuck in his flesh, and ripping out again would be that much more troublesome.
Still, he would much prefer to have the weapon stay out of the strange woman's hands, even if it meant that it stayed stuck in his flesh, so he used his free hand to grab the hand heading for the weapon, spinning slightly as well to keep it out of easy reach.
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"You're bleeding, sir." Daniella pointed her finger, pink sludge supposedly being her blood trailing down her arm to drip onto the floor, "might I suggest you leave and bandage it?"
"It's cleaning time."
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In either case, Wesker had far more combat experience than she, so Claire moved back a little, hot poker gripped in her hand, waiting for Wesker to make his move first. It would be better if she waited for an opening than getting in his way.
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Wesker was put slightly off-balance at the sudden, drastic change. She was now pointing out that he was bleeding, from an injury she herself had inflicted, and suggesting he bandaged it.
It was also apparently cleaning time? She had to be insane, and very clearly not human judging by whatever that was oozing out of her wounds. He merely nodded slightly turning like he was simply going to walk off.
"Of course, I'll take care of it right away. Let's go, Claire."
Of course, in the middle of his step he spun back around, hoping his little trick of pretending to give up the fight would give him enough of an advantage as he brought his leg around, low to the ground, to kick her legs out from under her.
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The sound echoed through the halls as the maid went down, crashing to the floor and obviously with an injury to at least one ankle.
However, grounded as she was, Daniella tilted her face up towards the two patients and smiled.
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Instead he held his knife at the ready, just in case.
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Rukia didn't know what was going on, but she couldn't just stand by when there was a fight going on. She had only just met Claire, but the girl seemed nice; Rukia couldn't not help her. Besides, Renji would never forgive her if she didn't at least find out what was going on. Rukia was suddenly reminded of River's words from earlier, but she shook them off as she ran up to the group.
Rukia got a better look at the woman on the floor; that was definitely thick, pink fluid oozing from her wounds. Both Claire and the man seemed about to attack her, so Rukia stayed a few feet back. "Claire! Are you okay?" she asked, unsure of whose side she should be on.
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