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Quick explanation:

#6. Chris's obsession with Wesker. NOT yaoi.

Their first meeting hadn't been a formal one. A dark graveyard surrounded by crumbling headstones and the distant moan of the undead set the scene. The only light came from the waning moon in the sky and, of course, the oil fire burning twenty yards away.

A click as she gripped the pistol in her hand, pressing it to the back of his head.

"Wait!" The boy jumped, muscles tensing as his hands flew into the air. " I wasn't trying to escape! I just...the alarm sounded and the door unlocked. I thought...that I..."

She slid the barrel of the gun over his blue shirt with a smirk. "Rockfort Prison. Detainee two six-seven. I guess you're not with Umbrella, are you? I'm Claire Redfield."

2. complicated

Keys. So many damn keys. A opalescent heart topped one, while an emerald club marked another, and, to complete the set, a violet diamond. He'd found a key tucked away in a room clear opposite of the door it opened.

In his pocket, Leon had at least three small keys that seemed to open drawers and cabinets in the RPD, but otherwise they were largely useless and took up space he could be using to carry ammo.

As he made the trek up the main set of stairs in the station, Leon wondered to himself just who designed the building and why they would incorporate so many complicated keys.

3. making history

Leon S. Kennedy, One Man Team Rescues Ashley Graham. Leon thought as he relaxed in the comfortable seat of the aircraft on his way home from Spain. The aforementioned girl, the President's Daughter, was asleep in the back of the small plane. Naturally, she was exhausted from the three-day long ordeal which took the special agent across most of Spain chasing after her.

He'd survived Raccoon City, South America, and then Spain with nothing more than a few scratches and a bullet wound. He'd single-handedly (well, almost single-handedly. Luis and Ada had helped.) rescued the President's Daughter from certain doom at the hands of the ganados.

He smirked to himself as he put his feet up. Yeah, he'd go down in the history books.

4. rivalry

Bravo and Alpha team had always had a sort-of unspoken rivalry. They were all friends, of course, but the men were constantly completing to see who could beat who at what. Forest and Chris routinely had target practice where they often tried to upstage one another and the Alpha Team marksman would generally beat his Bravo Team counterpart. They would complete for missions, but ultimately shake hands over the matter and they would harbor no hard feelings.

Chris Redfield had been, admittedly, a little jealous of Forest when Bravo had gotten to investigate the Arklay Mountains.

He didn't know how lucky he was until after they'd gotten out of the City alive.

#5. unbreakable

Cold showers, meager to no food, lack of sunlight, the tiny cell that was filled with mildew and mold, the intense interviews she went through daily. It was almost enough to make someone go insane. Not her. She'd been raised by her brother to be stronger than that.

She would look the Umbrella Officials, Roderigo or otherwise, right in the eye and give a shit-eating grin. She was unbreakable.

#6. obsession

Losing sleep over him and having vivid nightmares. I couldn't hardly eat a meal, or do my work without him worming his way into my thoughts. Those icy fingers that I could feel even through the soft leather of his gloves as he touched my face. His presence always lingered far more than it was welcome, like a bad smell hanging in the air. He always had projected that cold feeling and I caught myself wondering why I ever even looked up to the man.

#7. eternity

Before Alexia came home, the days dragged on forever. The mansion was empty. There was no sound of her tinkering away. She wouldn't be found in her usual spot studying and sipping her tea. She was gone and it left him feeling increasingly lonely.

The emptiness in the mansion was driving him insane. The silence would occasionally break with her singing that childhood lullaby and he'd rush to her room. It was dark and the dust wouldn't even be disturbed.

He hadn't ever been so happy than when she returned to him.

#8. gateway

The mansion acted as a gateway. It was a window to hell, filled with terrible demons. Around every corner, hidden in the twisting hallways of the Spencer Estate were half-rotting corpses. They stood slack jawed, arms just waiting to catch an unsuspecting S.T.A.R.S. Member as the crept down the decrepit corridor.

It wasn't only a window, for most of the S.T.A.R.S. Team, it was a final resting place.

#9. death

He couldn't move. There was a sort-of stinging, burning sensation spreading from each of the deep wounds which covered his body.

It was warm, before. It was a summer night, after all. Now it was cold. Cold and numbness was beginning to spread through Forest Speyer's body. He slumped against the lawn chair, pulling his rifle close. If he closed his eyes, just for a minute. Maybe he could gather the strength to get up after he just rested his eyes.

#10. opportunities

A deep breath to calm her tingling nerves as Rebecca approached the Raccoon City Police Department building. She hadn't slept for the two previous nights, and it showed with dark circles underneath her eyes. A month ago, she'd received a letter in the mail, from some city on the outskirts of Chicago.

She'd heard of Raccoon City before a handful of times. It was the base of Umbrella, a huge pharmaceutical company, and home of the Special Tactics and Rescue Service, or STARS, as it was more commonly referred to.

The letter described the need for the STARS unit to have a Medic, and, graduating top of her class at the age of 18, Rebecca Chambers was ideal for the position. She had to do a few interviews over the telephone, but had gotten the job less than a week later. She was congratulated by the Captain, Albert Wesker.

As she headed into the building, she couldn't ignore the feeling of butterflies in her stomach. This was the best opportunity she could've ever wished for. She knew from that moment that she'd be able to go far with her career.