It was 16 years ago that Cloud and Claire found their siblings, love and defeated the biggest enemy in their lives. Cloud had since gone missing. Claire couldn't go looking for him due to her having his child.
A small teenager stood in front of Claire, wearing a white shirt with black rims and khaki trousers. His blue eyes peirced Claires' aqua eyes.
"Roxas, now that you are 16, it's time to find your father," said Claire, kneeling down in front of him. Roxas closed his eyes slowly. Opening them, Claire saw his eyes turn a blood red and glowed slightly. Lightning gasped loudly as she remembered that night, the first night Cloud had that virus in him.
"Bugger," cursed Claire.
"What's wrong mom?" asked Roxas, his eyes reverting to blue and his voice light and sweet.
"Your father passed on a virus to you, I'm not sure if it's bad or not but he did save the world with it."
"I'll take it as a good thing," laughed Roxas. "So what did it give him?"
"Super speed, super strength meaning he was able to throw me 27 stories in the air, and super healing." Roxas walked away from Claire, picked up a small knife and walked back to her.
"So you're saying if I cut myself it will heal?" asked Roxas.
"That's my theory, but don't try it!" ordered Claire.
Outside a black SUV pulled up by the house that Cloud and Claire owned. A brown haired, muscular man stomped out the van, his partner, a brown haired female, both wearing a black suit, also came out of the van. She held a sheet of paper on a board. The pair walked stiffly to the door and banged their knuckles on the door. Claire opened the door slowly and seen the pair, staring right at her. She slammed the door shut and ran into the cream coloured living room. She ran to a cabinet and picked up her Browning HP from the fight with the Slenderdragon. The pair of official looking people booted their door down. Roxas spun the knife he was holding in his hands so the blade was pointing to the ground. He stood at the ready, the way his mom had shown him. Right foot forward, slightly bent, back leg straightened, right arm in offensive position in front of his body. His left arm covering the bottom part of his face.
"I am looking for a Cloud Strife and Roxas Strife," said the man, his voice deep and official
"For what reason?" asked Claire, her gun behind her back.
"Both contain a virus which the BSAA cannot let this virus loose," said the woman.
"And you two are?" asked Roxas his voice unusally stern.
"I am Jill Valentine and this is my partner Chris Redfield. We're from the Bioterrorism Security Assessment Alliance, or BSAA for short." said the woman, Jill.
"We have to get Roxas and Cloud," ordered Chris. Chris walked over to Roxas and studied his face.
"Roxas and Cloud don't live here," growled Claire.
"Ms. Farron I don't like being lied to. This kid here is Roxas." laughed Chris. Claire brought the gun from behind her back and aimed it at Chris, Jill swiftly brought out a Beretta 92F and brought it to Claires' head.
"Drop it!" ordered Jill.
"Ha! You must be joking if you think I am letting you take my son!" laughed Claire. Roxas closed his eyes and then opened them, his blue eyes changed to bright red cat-like ones. He shoulder tackled Chris, sending him into the hallway. He spun around on his heels and dodged every bullet Jill shot at him. He sprinted to her and looked at her face.
"I don't appreciate this house being damaged by strangers," growled Roxas, his voice much deeper and more dark. Jill tried to hit Roxas with the butt of her gun, but he grabbed her arm and threw her out of the room, on top of her partner. He fell to his knees as a burning pain emitted on his chest. He ripped open his shirt to see an image of a Pheonix on his chest. He fell to the floor, unconcious. Claire slammed the living room door shut and ran over to her son.
"Claire Farron! I order you to give us Roxas Strife!" yelled Chris.
"I don't think so!" cried Claire.
"The virus is dangerous, especially in the body of a 16 year old kid."
"Seeing as he has no virus, these abilities got passed down."
"Claire, let us bring in a scientist to take blood samples, please?" asked Jill, softly and politely.
"Fine then!" said Claire, her voice full of remorse.
About an hour later a short man appeared at the front door, Claire had apologised to Chris and Jill about the attack and made them tea. The man had taken blood samples from a still unconcious Roxas.
"This'll be done in about 30 minutes, I'll bring the results to you soon," said the scientist. Claire watched the short man waddle into the kitchen with the vial of blood, his short brown hair caked in grease.
