A/N: Finally I'm updating. Aside from the fact that I've been plagued with writer's block I just got a fired a few days ago because my boss is a jealous idiot who can't get her stories straight when explaining to different people why I was fired. Is it my fault the guys who are supposed to be working come to my register to talk to me and hit on me? The customers too? NO! So I've been in a funk and wanting desperately to hurt someone. Right now I kinda miss being in karate after eight years and a black belt dude, I wanna hit the punching bag right now. Even if it played a huge role in my depression, that damn class was a rage outlet that let me kick boy's asses. So yeah, I'm jobless now, and so are 10 other people she just up and decided to fire, and she's next. A letter to the corporate office should do the trick, cause when I'm mad, I'm not only good with words, I'm persuasive.

Disclaimer: No, Capcom owns RE, not me.

Genesis 3; 1-5

The Fall of Man

-Now the serpent was the most cunning of all the animals that the Lord God had made. The serpent asked the woman, "Did God really tell you not to eat from any of the trees in the garden?" The woman answered the serpent: "We may eat of the fruit of the trees in the garden; it is only about the fruit of the tree in the middle of the garden that God said, 'You shall not eat it or even touch it, lest you die.'" But the serpent said to the woman: "You certainly will not die! No, God knows well that the moment you eat of it your eyes will be opened and you will be like gods who know what is good and what is bad."-

Ada Wong, a woman of mystery. No one knew much about her. Not Leon, Wesker, but Spencer did. Spencer knew Ada well. Well enough to know that keeping her separate from Marisol -for now- was smart.

The catfight would be bloody. Who would win? Whoever wasn't human of course. Spencer could do anything he wanted. Be anything or anyone he wanted.

Marisol was proof enough. Spencer was like that man in the soap opera. The Italian guy that they dubbed, "The Phoenix," he never stayed dead. There are so many snakes in our story. Some worse than the others.

Leon was having a bad headache because of him. Why couldn't Spencer just change into Billy or Rebecca or somebody to get the disk himself. The old bastard did a lot of pointless things. 75 of things Umbrella were pointless. T, G, Nemesis all a waste of time and money. Leon was to pretend to be ok with Claire, just so everyone would let him back in the group.

Wesker would be back soon, back to get Claire. Oh great! Marisol was doing who knew what with who, Spencer was scheming, Wesker was pissed, and Ada had disappeared. Wait, the latter was good. How he missed Ada.

No stop! Ada was just as bad as Claire. Why was she so hard to let go? …Why the hell was Marisol in his shower? God, there was so much blood on her when she came.

"Marisol!" he yelled, banging on the bathroom door. After a few seconds she peeked her head out of the door. "What?" she asked, seeming annoyed. Had she forgotten this was his home?

"You need to go."

"I need to borrow some clothes."

"Clothes-" Leon out his hands on his hips and sighed.

"Your shirts reach my knees. Just a shirt."

"Fine." She was going to be trouble.

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Where was he? Leon was so distant from Claire now. Everything was awkward. Why was everyone so shaky about him?

Friends don't' always tell the truth.

Was Leon really the type to lie? That night when they were talking, Leon seemed a bit withdrawn. Brought to the conclusion that she couldn't trust him, Claire wanted to cry. Her eyes stung, but she couldn't let the tears drop. Maybe, hopefully, she was overreacting.

After all they'd been through, how could she question his motives how could she even question his motives as a friend? Of course he was mad. She slept with Wesker. SLEPT WITH WESKER. TWICE.

The annoying ring tone from her cell phone invaded her ears and Claire flipped it open, not even bothering to look at the number. "Hello?" Silence. Last time she got a call like this it was from… "Wesker."

"Hello, dear heart. How are you?" The deep voice was so comforting somehow. So stable and he knew how to use it.

"What do you want?" she asked shakily, fearing the answer, not him.

"It's time, dear heart." Claire looked down at her knees, a lump in her throat.

"Whe- when will you be here?"

"Soon. Have the disk ready. This time, the real one. And Claire?" Her heart stopped beating for a few seconds and she wanted to disappear. He'd called her Claire and made her feel like a little child. Get it together girl.

"Yes?"

"I've missed you dearest." Click. Frightening, yet she enjoyed hearing from him; now she knew he was on his way. Two, maybe three days. Better than not having a single clue as to when he'd return, it could be in three minutes.

Will he take her too? For Sherry, she'd go. Then it happened, Claire's door opened, and a tired looking Leon ran in.

"Claire run! Chris gave the disk to a friend and Wesker's pissed." There was a commotion downstairs and Claire look to her window.

You wanted this right?

"Go!" yelled Leon. Claire ran to her window and opened it.

"Leon, I'm sor-"

"Hey, it's not all your fault. Get to my apartment. The keys are still in my car." She nodded and went out the window, climbing down the ladder. As soon as her feet touched the ground she ran. Not to Leon's car. Waiting on the side of the house, she hoped Wesker would hurry.

"Well, well, well, Little Red is lost eh?" Looking to her left, she saw what could only be described as a ghost.

"Monette? No, Spencer."

"You wish. I suggest you come with me if you want to se Sherry again." Sherry. Claire watched as the woman walked away, but had no choice, so she ran after her. "Hurry up!" They ran into the woods behind her house and Claire couldn't see a damned thing.

Thankfully, the woman grabbed her wrist and guided her through the darkness. It must have been half and hour before they reached the freeway and a black sports car. Damn, Claire lungs were burning. After ten minutes of riding and looking behind them, Claire relaxed.

"Ok, who are you lady?" Claire didn't know her, so of course she would speak to her anyway she wished.

"I'll give you a tip: I'm not Spencer, and I'm not Monette. I am an incomplete being."

"So, you're a… Oh my God."

"You're too selfless," she commented. "You're giving yourself to Spencer for a little who could be dead. You're nuts.

"I'm human." Stupid. In a flash, Claire felt the blade of a knife to her neck

"I will have no remorse over killing you and not looking. Personally, I don't give a fig's ass if you live or die. Hell, Chris won't know. We could clone you too. Do you want to live?"

"Yes."

"Then I suggest you keep your pretty, little pink lips together when it comes to the abomination called my life." Wow, what a temper. Not wanting to enrage her again, Claire kept quite until they reached -oh great- another fricking mansion. This was getting so old so fast, which mean the situation's sad when it's monotonous to the captive.

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A few threats, a few precautions, and Claire was thrown into what looked like a lounge. Once again, she was underground, her cell phone didn't work and she was pissed off. Where was Sherry? Another thing that was getting to her was how Marisol stretched the importance of Claire not breathing a word of her existence to Wesker. The trigger-happy loon did remember to threaten Sherry's life though.

Wesker had to come for her. Wait… wasn't her hero Chris?"

Not when Spencer's involved.

Why was she in this damn mess? Impossible things that fictitious movies couldn't even explain happened to her and her friends: Zombies! Superhuman bosses whose true mission is to kill his team and let's not forget all the mad scientists. Oh yeah, and the tip of the iceberg: Clones. Why couldn't she just be in a coma, dreaming all of this up?

A blaring alarm shook Claire out of her woe-is-me-my-life-sucks mood. Alarms were bad, and she'd just gotten there. Groaning, she stood up, her arms out as she slowly spun around as she looked at the ceiling as if asking why her life was a bad soap opera.

"Security breach on ground level. Security breach on ground level." The computerized voice was well hated by Claire. Did the same woman donate her voice to every alarm company in the world? "Security breach on level one." At that moment, Claire knew who it was. It was Wesker, and he'd turned into an angel in Claire's eyes.

A/N: I gotta get to the other chapter, so review and I'll get to updating.