My name is Claire Redfield. I have been a prisoner of the Umbrella Corperation for months. How many, I really don't know. I lost track of the time after a few weeks. The place is really damp... water driping from the ceiling constantly. If not for a small drain in the middle of the cell, I'd probably under a few inches of water right now. But because of the conditions... ... well, I've gotten sick. My constant fever and coughing aren't the worse of it. I really don't know how long I'll last like this.

Maybe it's my punishment. Defying Umbrella... trying to find my brother. I only killed those who wanted me dead first. They weren't innocent... and those creatures were far from it. I put them out of their misery. But I guess... none of it really matters anymore. They've left me here to rot in this damp, dark cell. They stopped feeding me two days ago...

Chris... Brother... I wish I could see your smiling face... once more... before I die. That is all that I ask. But I know... I will never see you again. I miss you so much... I don't want to be alone... I don't want you to be alone...

I'm sorry it had to end this way...

Claire's train of thought was broken by the sound of the cell door opening. The loud echo was really the only thing she heard since the dripping water, causing her ears to hurt slightly. Her once bright, firey blue eyes were dull and lifeless. She lost the will to live a month ago... but she just now realized it. She closed her eyes tightly as she went into a fit of coughing. She figured she had neumonia... among other things. She heard someone step into the cell and stand at the door. She looked towards it again. Normally, she would have been surprised, maybe scared... but she didn't care anymore.

The man at the door couldn't help but grin slightly. It thrilled him to see the Redfield Girl in that condition. The angel that fell from glory, left to die in a cell underground. If only her brother knew... His grin widened. His mind was already devising another plan. He glanced to the security camera. He knew how to make the Redfield Boy squirm and suffer. He would make sure he got the footage of her imprisonment. He ran his hand through his blonde hair and walked over to the girl, crouching down and looking at her from behind his sunglasses. "My, my, my... you slipped up big this time, Claire... How long have you been in for? A month?"

She rested her head back against the cold, stone wall as she looked at him. He was blurry to her. She guessed having almost no light was killing her sight... like the cell was killing her. Even though he was blurry, she knew who it was... That voice was too familiar... "W...Wes...ker..." she coughed. She didn't notice how bad her voice was. She figured he was there to mock her... to rub salt into the wounds to her dignity.

"I think it's been more like six months, don't you think so?" he moved dirty hair from her face. She was shivering but sweating. He figured she had no more than two weeks if she stayed in a place like this. "Hm... You probably won't have long... so I have a proposition for you. I will get you out of here, get you back to health... as long as you do everything I say... everything... until I let you go..."

She just stared at him. She knew he had things in mind... things she would never do... but she was dying there... she wanted to see Chris again. But would she see him again if she worked for the very man who swears to kill him? Well... she definently wouldn't see him again if she died in this cell. If she agreed to Wesker's deal... she would have to do everything he told her to do. She wouldn't be able to fight back... It was a hard decision...

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