#damn claire really is out there hallucinating baby sherry like it can't go any worse 😭

[rescuefield-a]

when claire reaches the metal runaway all she can see is utter darkness, her flashlight only helping so much when the area is so big. a door comes next in sight, heavy locker closet blocking the way. light flashes on a silhouette running behind it, trying to hide away from something claire is supposedly not yet aware of, still its presence in her mind lingers like a déjà vu - or maybe a loop of fighting and hiding and killing that she can't escape, always finding a way to break in her mind and dreams like poison.

if time hadn't stopped already it sure does the moment sherry comes by her side now that's it's safe - some part of her mind suggesting this is her miracle girl, so innocent and strong yet so scared. claire's heart breaks for her, never admitting out loud how she could see herself in the child and how she wasn't sure that was a good or bad thing. she wants to believe the former simply out of pure desire to get both of them out of this hell - find sherry's mom and break a cycle that started with her own mom's death.

and so hand in hand they walk, mind set to protect this child like her life depends on it ( probably because it does ), claire venturing in the house disguised as the wreck that raccoon city has turned into. and then there was nothing - only dark, empty and alone. sherry's hand out of her reach in the cruelest of ways once again, heartache felt yet no time to stop and grieve. claire runs as fast as she can, tiredness beginning to take her. she could just succumb it, follow all her fears and hurt all the way down. what's the point of existing without her loved ones anyway?

In  a  moment  it  felt  as  though  no  deed  would  be  worse  than  to  bring  this  woman  back  in  a  personal  hell.  The  master  of  𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬  had  never  heard  of  anything  that’d  happened  beyond  the  village  borders;  oftentimes  whilst  delving  inside  the  mind  of  another  human  being  she  was  somewhat  distracted  by  whatever  she’d  see,  but  the  sense  of  terror  and  nauseating  anxiety  was  far  too  great  within  the  darkest  corners  of  Claire’s  mind  for  Donna  to  focus  on  anything  else  but  to  guiding  this  puppet  through  this  makeshift  world  of  horrors.  Unspoken  fears  unfolding  right  before  those  eyes  of  the  person  she’d  barely  met.  What  a  sweet,  devastating  universe  of  suppressed  nightmares  resided  within  this  bright  mind…  a  shame,  really.  But  it  had  to  be  done  as  there’d  been  no  other  way  for  the  dollmaker  to  prevent  this  courageous  being  from  leaving  her  𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐦;  letting  her  walk  away  in  peace  would  have  resulted  in  Donna  having  her  heart  ripped  out  of  her  chest  by  the  almighty  Mother,  only  to  have  it  squeezed  to  a  pulp  and  put  right  back  in.  A  failure  of  a  daughter  she  was,  dear  Miss  Beneviento,  but  a  useful  one  for  sure.  Punished  for  crimes  she  hadn’t  done  and  haunted  by  all  she  shouldn’t  have  experienced  in  the  first  place;  just  like  Claire  Redfield.

Ignoring  the  lump  this  crime  against  life  had  formed  in  her  throat,  Donna  eyed  the  red  hue  of  Claire’s  odd  𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝  before  allowing  herself  to  follow  her  from  the  safety  of  invisibility. In  reality  she  was  guiding  the  street  in  a  way  that’d  lead  towards  her  house. Capturing  this  unfortunate  soul  would  be  much  easier  in  an  area  that  had  more  limitations  than  these  haunted  grounds. Who ?   They  are  all  dead  already. You’re  late…  you’re  late.  All  alone. Donna  couldn’t  tell  whose  tone  this  strange  echo  had  stolen,  but  its  pitch  suggested  the  voice  belonged  to  a  child  that  Claire  had  once  known.  A  sweet  little  girl.

It was at this moment some of the dead bodies lying on the concrete rose back on their feet, greedily growling and screeching, desperately 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 onto life and trying to reach Claire. Run, girl. They're coming for you ! You're the only one left. Run, hurry !