DISCLAIMER: I do not own Resident Evil or anything in this story, special thanks to my friend Kim, Kat, Ryan, and to my favorite authors Liquid, Anthony 1989, Wesker Chick, Sara A. Wesker, Sylphstarwind and Evil Fang for the inspiration to keep on keeping on.
Wesker quickly ran down the corridors searching each door he passed. He knew the sample was here somewhere. His Intel was top of the line, after all why would Jesus Rodriguez lie to him. After about another 5 doors something caught his eye, it was a bright neon sign that said "Sample this way" with an arrow pointing to the door next to it. Wesker quickly walked through the door and found himself in a laboratory with a bunch of vials and syringes lying around. After a quick rummage through everything he found what he was looking for, and just like everything else it was in the last place he looked. He turned and tried to open the door but was interrupted by a cut scene.
"The self destruct system has been activated" an automated voice said again and again and again!
Wesker walked out the door and ran to the nearest stair case running down the stairs when the annoying cut scene cam again, but this time it was a beeping sound. Wesker pulled out a radio similar to the one Ada had in RE4.
"Hello?"
"Hello this is Governor Swachinager and I'm calling to remind you to vote yes on Proposition Ruin California. Don't listen to What the Police or Firemen say they're only there to protect you."
With that the Governor hung up and Wesker just stood there dumfounded after all he was in Maine. He realized that the self destruct sequence was still active. He gathered his bearings and continued to run down the stairs until he reached the bottom floor. He exited the stair case via door and ran across the room to the exit but when he tries to open the door it wouldn't open. Apparently he didn't have the required key to open the plain glass door. He decided It would be easier to bash through the door than find the key and charged full speed and force at the door hitting it and bouncing off the glass.
"What kind of fucking glass is this, supper plexy glass?"
He ran back up the stairs and searched each room again until he found a key, in the last place he looked again. He ran back down stairs and unlocked the door and as soon as he did the countdown initiated leaving him with 30 minutes to escape. Wesker walked outside and pulled out his car keys. He got in his car, a black dodge viper, and sped off to his house.
Clair Redfield walked through the park. It was late, or early to be more accurate, either way it was 1 in the morning but she was restless and needed to get out. Besides she had survived two zombie outbreaks what did she have to fear? As she walk she heard footsteps behind her and she turned to find two men with knives following her. As they started to run towards her she quickly turned and ran away
from them running towards the street. As soon as she had reached the street they caught up to her and grabbed her holding her wrist and neck.
"Hey babe why you running? We just wana have a little fun." One of the thugs said, Clair looked at him he was in his late 20's about 5"9' and medium build. He took his knife and started to rub the flat side against her cheek.
"Go ahead and scream no one can hear you here but it will turn me on even more babe."
This time it was the second of the two who spoke but Clair couldn't see him due to him holding her wrist from behind. Clair tried to free her hands but to no avail. The first of the two smiled as his hand started to lower from her face. All the while Clair cursing herself for not bringing a weapon of some kind. As the first thugs reached for her chest a set of dim lights began to glow in the distance and were rapidly growing brighter.
Wesker slowed down as he saw three people on the side of the road in the distance, two men and a female. The men had the female surrounded and he could make out the glint of a knife. As he closed the gap between them he decided it wouldn't hurt to help the girl out this one time and he parked the car on the curb across the street. He stepped out into the shade of the night.
"What do you think you're doing you filthy scum?" He said in his icy calm voice.
The man standing in front of the women turned and flashed his knife at Wesker.
"Get lost if you don't wana die."
Wesker laughed at the thought of this low life even touching him. It repulsed him as much as it humored him. While Wesker was laughing, the man charged him but Wesker moved to the side tripping the man face first into the hood of his car. As soon as the guy hit the floor Wesker picked him up before throwing him back out to the middle of the street.
"Pathetic, you're not even worth the time it's going take me to buffer out that scratch on my car now."
The second man looked at Wesker then at the other thug before running away. The first guy slowly got up and followed the second guy but turned around after he passed Clair.
"You're gonna pay, both of you, I'll make you pay!" He yelled at Wesker before running off.
Wesker tuned walking to the driver side door.
"Wait what's your name? I mean you just saved me from being rapped and probably killed."
Wesker looked up at the girl; he hadn't even looked at her since he got out of the car. Now that he was close even in the night he could see her like it was day. He turned and looked at her, it took him a moment to realize that it was Clair Redfield; she had grown in the seven years since Rockford Island.
"Well well well my luck seems to be taking a good turn, Redfield how is your dear brother?"
That's all for now please read and review even if it is negative and if you want to see any characters make an appearance just say who just not Leon…ok fine Leon too.
