Disclaimer: I don NOT own RE.
I think that the 'kidnapping' turned out well enough seeing that I've never really kidnapped anyone in my stories. :p
Claire was running as fast as her legs would carry her. Her vision was clouded with tears and her breathing was harsh. She was running endlessly after she had struck Wesker in the face, she was terrified to face him because Claire didn't feel like dying today. She took a sharp right turn into a doorway. The room was dark and shrouded with black and Claire couldn't see shit. She felt around uselessly in the dark for something to defend herself with. A thick stretch of something knocked her in the gut and she double over onto a carpeted floor that gained a grunt from her. Now lying on her side, clutching her stomach, Claire took a deep breath and sat up against the very object that had clothes- lined her. She ran her hand over in and felt creases in two parts, she also deducted that whatever it was, was leather.
Fuck me it's a couch!
Claire mentally shouted at herself for being so skittish. Her eyes strained in the dark, still unable to see her surroundings. She heard low, grumbling thunder in the distance, and she wondered where she was now that she had an idea from the weather conditions. There was a streak of lightning and it illuminated the room to reveal nothing more than a standard living room. She saw the couch, two arm chairs, a coffee table and a fire place. The room was submerged in the black again and Claire made her way to the fireplace while thinking about stabbing Wesker in the face with a fire poker. She felt around for the poker when her knees hit the brick surrounding the fireplace. She held her tongue, not wanting Wesker to find her and she bit back the pain that was shooting up her legs.
There was no freaking fire poker.
Claire's mind raced about trying to think of a new idea when another bolt of lightning lit up the room. She shot her head up to see a hunting rifle mounted above the mantle. She stood up to grab it just when the lightning faded out.
"Shit…"
She waited until another streak… none came. She was getting nervous now. What if Wesker found her before she could get that rifle? A blue flash of lightning engulfed the room and Claire spun around.
She jumped a good three feet in the air when she turned around to see a huge stuffed grizzly bear no more than two feet away from her. She was frozen as she sized the bear up, looking at its gaping maw and four inch, razor-like claws. Claire whipped around and grabbed the gun from the plaque and held it to her chest tightly. She aimed it at the doorway and would wait until Wesker walked through. Her palms were sweaty and she was shaking, it was nerve wracking…
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Wesker kept still as he sniffed the air like a wolf on the hunt. He smiled evilly when he picked up her scent, something like cinnamon and oranges mixed together. He continued down the dimly lit hallways of his lab/house. It was both so-to-speak.
He followed her intoxicating scent into his living the room that was pitch dark, though it really didn't matter in Wesker's case, he could see in the dark as easily as he could during the day.
"Where are you, Dearheart?" He called through the room. "I hope you know that you can't hide from me. I'm much smarter than you think."
He scanned dark room and noticed that the one-hundred-year-old hunting rifle was missing from its perch above the fireplace. The grizzly bear was out of place as well… it looked as if someone moved it aside and he could smell her… right there.
"Dearheart, you can come out now," Wesker taunted her. "I know where you're hiding."
Claire stepped out from behind the bear, rifle pointed at his head, hands shaking. She and Wesker circled each other, neither of them making the first move. Wesker seemed to be the more patient one as Claire ran at him and bashed his jaw with the butt of the gun.
"That hurt," Wesker said calmly, holding his jaw.
"Good!" Claire spat.
He looked up at her and regained his posture, standing up straight, right in front of her menacingly. She raised the gun again and her trigger finger was ready. She was used to firing guns but she didn't know what the outcome would be. She pulled the trigger and heard the gun click. She lowered it and her heart stopped… the damn thing was empty.
"You know, I took the bullets out of that years ago, Miss Redfield."
It was then he lunged at her but Claire was quicker and threw the rifle at him to slow him down. He caught it and snapped it in two over his knee like a flimsy tree branch.
Claire made it to the door but slammed right into Wesker who was in front of her in an instant. He grabbed her wrist as she was about to punch him and grabbed the other when she attempted again. He started to apply pressure to both of her wrists and gained a sharp cry of pain from her and he smirked in pure satisfaction. He liked seeing her in pain; it brought him the pleasure of knowing he could hurt a Redfield, whether it was Chris or Claire.
She tried to rear back and kick him but he swung her around and pinned her against the wall, arms twisted back harshly and his body pressed up against hers.
"Did you really believe that you could steal something from me and get away with it?" Wesker asked her, mouth next to her ear. "Well? Do you?"
"Yes, yes I though I could," Claire responded, writhing against him. "You have it back now so let me go, you bastard!"
"That was stupid. No one, not even you," He twisted her arms back further, gaining a whimper of pain from her. "Gets away with stealing from me" again, he upped the pain to her arms, and she yelled out. Just a bit more and he could snap them in half like twigs if he wanted to. "Tell me, Miss Redfield, what were you planning on doing with it anyway?"
"I was going to do the right thing," Claire snapped at him. He chuckled and whispered into her ear:
"Dearheart, there is no such thing as 'doing the right thing' anymore. Don't you know that it's a dog eat dog world? I thought you knew better. There is no one you can rely on when it comes to the last T-virus sample, the rarest sample at that. So what were you expecting you'd get for turning it in? A hardy reward in cash? Please, think smaller. They would interrogate you to no ends asking you where you came upon it. They would deny every word and warp them against you. There is no one that can safely own the virus… not even I."
"Then why do you care where it ends up?" Claire asked.
"Oh trust me; there are worse souls out there than me."
"I don't believe you," Claire said flatly.
Wesker only chuckled at this and released her arms, and started to drag her down the hallway by her hair.
Claire cried out in painful protest but it was ignored. He was dragging her down the opposite end of the corridor; he wasn't brining her back to her room. She tried to pry his hands from her hair and kick her way out of his grasp but to no avail.
"Where are you taking me, you bastard?"
"You'll see, Dearheart. You'll see."
A/N: Sorry that this one was so short, I'm working on other stuff right now and this is the third most important thing on my list :D Soon though, it will get interesting ;)
