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Coming Undone

"So why do you think Nietzsche felt the weak were not worthy in this world?" The professor asked, pacing the room and waiting for an answer. No one raised their hands. "No one? Not even a guess?"

Claire rolled her eyes and slowly raised her hand. The professor lit up and nodded at Claire. "I believe it's because he felt the human race would never progress; the weak would always weigh down the strong and worthy, and that's why the species itself was considered weak."

The professor gave a few nods. "That's a good way of putting it, Miss Redfield. It seems you have done your reading." He turned to the class. "Anyone else?"

Well, you tried, Claire, she thought and rose from her seat and started for the exit. She walked down the hall, listening to her shoes make the small 'squeak' on the old tile. She entered the girl's restroom, thankful no one was in there; she could do her business in peace.


"Why would he say that—"

The entire class flinched at the sound of the classroom door opening. Another professor popped his head inside, distress written on his face.

"Sorry to interrupt, Dr. Cole, but we've just been informed there's a situation in the building, and have been advised to lock all doors and keep students inside."

The students looked at each other in question, fear and confusion filling the room.

"A situation?" Dr. Cole gasped. "What kind of situation?"

"We don't know," the professor said looking down the hall. "All we know is the suspect is armed and hiding in the building. We are on lockdown until the police arrive, so we have to hold out until then."

Dr. Cole's face steamed red. "You've got to be kidding me! The students—we are still up here! How could they just leave us here with a madman lurking around?!"

"I don't know," the professor added in a hurry. "Stay inside and lock up!" He left with a slam of the door. Dr. Cole immediately went for the lock and shut off the lights. He peered through the small window on the door, hot breath fogging up the glass. The halls were empty. He whipped around and placed his back against the door. Upon hearing the whispers…

"Everyone just remain calm. We just have to remain quiet and as long as we do that, the police will take care of this menace." He took a deep breath and looked around the room, eyes widening when he saw Claire's empty seat, forgetting she had left.

"Where's Miss Redfield?"


"We've got a situation," Wesker began, slamming a map of the school down on the table. He and the other STARS members gathered around the table in the briefing room. "We got a call from Campus Police that an armed suspect has entered one of the buildings and is hiding out. They think he was trying to shoot one of the Department Chair persons, and when it didn't go as planned he fled into hiding. Now they believe he's here." Wesker tapped the building with a gloved finger.

"Wait, he failed to shoot someone?" Joseph asked as he tightened his bandana around his head. "He must be a bad shot then."

"It must not have been point blank," Enrico replied. "Without proper training, anyone can be a bad shot."

"Then why are they calling us in?" Kenneth asked. "The guy can't shoot. Surely Campus Police should've been able to nail him?"

Wesker shook his head. "There are only so many units on patrol on campus at a time. I'm sure they couldn't go in without back up, in case they happened to get killed. That would leave civilians in danger if the shooter came out."

"Yeah, but Captain, why didn't they just…"

Chris drowned out Forest's voice and everyone else's after. He remained quite the entire time.

Claire, he thought. Claire was stuck inside a building with some lunatic running around, probably thinking he was untouchable with a gun he couldn't shoot with. What if he found Claire? What if she got hurt, or what if she…? Chris closed his eyes. No, he refused to let her get hurt. His whole world would collapse; his entire reason for existing would vanish if Claire was killed, especially by someone who had no respect for life.

Chris slammed his fist on the table, causing everyone to flinch. All the members looked at him in disbelief. "Let's cut the shit and get this bastard," he said through clenched teeth. "We're wasting time!"

"Listen, Redfield, you don't give the orders here—" Enrico began, but was cut off.

"My sister's in there!" Chris yelled. Enrico gave Chris a daring look, almost taunting him to attack with his eyes. Understanding reached everyone else, suddenly remembering Claire was going to school there.

Chris was panting now, adrenaline rushing through his body as he regained his composure. His shoulders slumped as he met Wesker's poker face. Chris didn't know if he was angry for the interruption or the outburst against a superior officer, but he said it and didn't give a shit.

Wesker's eyes lingered on Chris for a second more before taking the map into his hands. "Suit up!"

Everyone scrambled to the lockers, pushing aside any other officers that crossed their paths. Chris opened the locker labeled, C. Redfield, and began to dress in his STARS attire. He quickly removed his plain white tee and replaced it with his STARS shirt, adding the olive drab vest over it. He placed his combat knife on his left shoulder so it was low enough to reach for it with his right hand. Holster was in place, gun…As he strapped on his first kneepad he glanced over at the other guys getting dressed, seeing as he was the only one who had finished first.

Wesker came in with his shirt halfway off his body, carrying his tactical vest. He stopped at the locker, A. Wesker, behind Chris and opened it.

"I had to inform Chief Irons of the situation. Everything is good to go." He glanced at Chris, who thought his captain had been talking to Enrico two lockers down. He gave Chris a reassuring smile. "This threat will be eliminated soon enough." He pulled off his shirt, revealing the corded muscle that lay underneath, unknowing to Chris or anyone for that matter; he never saw Wesker without a shirt, even when he and the other members showered. Not that Chris was looking to see Wesker naked-er, half naked, but it was strange to really see him in the flesh…literally.

Chris had to turn away, suddenly feeling disturbed about checking his captain's body out, and strapped on his second kneepad. He stood and closed his locker with a slam. Other slams followed.

Wesker was the last to slam his. He pushed his glasses up higher on the bridge of his nose.

"Let's move out!"


Claire gave a big yawn as she fixed her hair in the mirror, smoothing out her bangs for flyaway hairs. She shrugged and headed for the exit. Before she opened the door, she stopped suddenly, hearing male voices nearby.

"Shit, they're coming for us, I know it!" One of the men said.

"Well if you would've killed the bastard like you were hired to do, we wouldn't be in this mess. Now we gotta hide out and hope the fuckin' cops don't get us first."

Claire clamped her lips together as she continued to listen.

"Damn, all for fifty gees, Bob—all for fifty gees and we didn't do it."

"We?" Bob scoffed. "Nah-nah, you. You were the one who Umbrella hired to take this guy out, not me; I'm just your wingman, Louie." The voices faded as the two men went further down the hall.

Claire's eyes widened in horror as she headed back for one of the stalls; she locked herself in and sat on the toilet with her knees to her chest.

"Umbrella?" She whispered. "But why would they want to do something like this?" Claire pulled out her phone and dialed Chris' number. It rang numerous times before Chris picked up.

"Claire! Are you alright?! Where are you?"

Claire took a deep breath. "I'm on the third floor in the girl's restroom, hiding in one of the stalls." She lowered her voice. "I-I heard these guys talking a-and—

"Guys? How many?" Chris sounded surprised.

"Uh, two I think. Why?"

"Shit." Chris' voice sounded distant and Claire could hear him talking to someone else. "Ok, Claire, this is what you're gonna do: I want you to go to the nearest classroom and stay there, alright? Make sure the door is locked behind you."

"But Chris, I-I—

Chris could hear Claire's voice crack. "Stay focused, Claire. Do as I said. We're on our way now. I know you can do this. You know why? 'Cause you're my sister."

"Ok, Chris," Claire whispered. Her lips began to tremble as she unlocked the stall. "Can you stay on the phone with me?"

"Yeah-Yeah, don't hang up. I'm with you the whole way, ok, kiddo?"

Kiddo…He hasn't called me that since…

Claire shook her head of the memory trying to resurface. Don't think of mom and dad right now.

"I'm leaving the stall now," she informed Chris, and went for the door. "Peaking out the door…" Claire looked left and right; the hallway was empty. "Not a soul in sight…" She moved, trying to avoid squeaking on the tile as she made way for the nearest class. "So far so good, Chris."

There was static in response. Claire pulled the phone back and saw that the call was still connected. "Chris? Can you hear me?" A beeping noise answered and the call was dropped. "Shit." Claire tried to redial, but was met with a message across the screen that read, 'No Service.'

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Claire said and took a deep breath. "Be calm, Claire. Just…be calm."

"Good idea, 'cause if you're not, I'm gonna put a bullet between your eyes."

Claire's eyes widened and her body went froze. Her breaths came in short pants as Bob appeared in front of her; Louie came from behind and cocked his gun.

"Looks like we got a sheep who lost her way."


"Claire?! Claire?!" Chris tried to redial and the call went straight to 'busy.' "Son of a bitch!" he yelled, scaring the hell out of Jill in the passenger seat.

"What?! Is she ok?!"

"The fuckin' call was lost and I can't get through," he seethed and gripped the steering wheel harder. He reached for the radio. "Chris to Captain Wesker. Over."

There was some static before Wesker responded. "This is Wesker. Go ahead."

"I made contact with Claire. She's inside the same building we're headed for, but there's a problem: apparently there are two armed suspects instead of one."

"A careless observation by Campus Police," Wesker answered, not surprised. "Is she alright?"

"As far as I know... I was talking her through a situation, but our call got disconnected. She said she was on the third floor. Over."

"Roger that. Over and out." The radio went to static.


"What a lucky find, huh Bob?" Louie said filling Claire up. "I think we can squeeze in a few minutes with this one, can't we?"

Bob gave Louie a cold stare. "We don't have time for that, idiot. How about thinking with your head instead of your dick? Huh?!" Bob roughly pulled Claire in front of him. "Nah, we're gonna negotiate. All we gotta do now is wait."


Several STARS vehicles pulled up to the Raccoon Sate campus and skidded to a halt. Students that were gathered outside moved away as the members exited their vehicles, staring in awe and whispering amongst themselves.

A Campus Police officer approached Wesker. "Ah, the infamous Captain Wesker. What a nice surprise. Irons finally decided to send his best, huh?"

Wesker's eyes were on the third floor of the building. "Save your breath for someone who gives a damn, Rivers," he said calmly while putting his earpiece into place. "Now get every civilian away from here in case the shooting comes outside. Do it now!" Wesker motioned for his team to assemble.

"Oh, now you think because you're STARS, you're better than the other officers, huh Albert?"

Wesker whipped around and came inches from Officer Rivers' face. "Don't try me, Rivers, because I'm this close," he held up his finger and thumb and almost pressed them together, "to getting your ass suspended." Rivers said nothing. "And as far as better, yes, I believe we are. One of my officers acquired intel from inside the building—

"We already did that," Rivers interrupted. "We told you guys there was a shooter—

"And you were wrong. There are two." Wesker turned to Enrico. "Have Bravo take the East Wing; we'll take the West. Move out!"

"Right," Enrico said cocking his gun. "Forest, take the high route so you can cover the entrance. If those bastards come out, blast 'em."

"Aye, aye, Captain!" Forest said running to his position, rifle in hand.

"Everyone else follow me," the Bravo captain instructed.


Louie looked up from his nails when he heard voices down below. He knitted his brows and jogged to the stairwell. He looked down and saw what, to him, looked like ordinary cops. He squinted upon seeing Chris, followed by Barry, and Wesker; Jill and Brad followed behind. Each had their guns to the side as they hid against the wall until Chris said, "Clear." It wasn't until Louie noticed the STARS logo did he back up in a hurry.

"We gotta go!"

"What are you talking about?" Bob said.

"S-STARS," Louie said.

Chris? Claire thought and almost smiled. Wesker…

Bob gave a frustrated sigh. "Damn…well fuck it; as long as we got this little girl, we're going out the front door. They won't shoot a civilian."

"No, but we might shoot you," Enrico said with his gun pointed at Bob.

Bob and Louie turned around to find the Bravo team at the ready.

"Don't move!" Chris yelled as he and the other Alpha members entered the hallway.

"No, shit," Louie retorted. He aimed his pistol at Claire. "One move and the little girl gets it. I mean it…"

Chris bit his lip. Claire…He knew he should be calm; trying to attack the two gunmen would only result in a failed mission—someone would get killed.

"Back away from the girl and we'll make sure you get 25 to life," Enrico said with an intense gaze.

"Pfft. 25 to life?" Bob scoffed and pressed his pistol harder against Claire's temple. "What makes you think we'd want that?"

"What makes you think you wouldn't?" Wesker asked coolly. "We can negotiate if you'd like? How about a barrage of bullets into your bodies? By the time we are done, there won't be much of you to identify."

Chris shot Barry a look of confusion, and all Barry could do was shrug. Was Wesker trying to get Claire killed?

"Ah, the wise-guy, huh?" Bob asked examining Wesker. "Mr. Cool behind those glasses…I bet you think you're hot shit." He glanced at Claire and back at Wesker. "Let's see how hot."

Bob cocked his gun and Claire gasped.

"Wait!" Wesker said, curling his lip in disgust. "What is it you want then?"

"We want out. No cops. No guns. Just me and my accomplice…" Bob narrowed his eyes at Wesker, gripping his pistol tighter. Louie watched his back; Bravo team didn't let up.

"Fine," Wesker said and threw his Samurai Edge to the side. "Put your guns down."

"Are you fuckin' crazy, Wesker?!" Chris said by his captain's ear. "You're just gonna let 'em go?"

"Now's not the time, Chris." Wesker's focus never left the gunmen. "You may take your leave after you release the civilian in your arms. You have my word."

Bob gestured at the other Alpha members. Wesker turned to his team and nodded. They dropped their guns and backed away. Bravo did the same. When the STARS members had discarded their weapons, Bob motioned for Louie to follow him down the stairwell, still keeping his eyes on Wesker before disappearing.

"Chris!" Claire ran to Chris and jumped in his arms, streams of tears in her eyes. "I'm sorry, Chris. I-I didn't mean to be in the middle."

"Shh, easy, Claire. I don't care about any of that. I'm just glad you're ok!" He hugged her tightly and planted a kiss on her forehead. "It's ok…" He gave a glance at the back of Wesker's head; his captain's gaze was still stuck on the stairwell.

"I can't fuckin' believe it!" Enrico shouted. "I hope you have a good explanation for this shit, Wesker. That was a rookie move." Everyone winced.

Richard was about to open his mouth to add further insult, but saw Wesker's clenched jaw and refrained from speaking period.

Suddenly, a loud shot rang out and everyone moved over to the window and looked down. A body lay flat on the cement, blood escaping onto the pavement. It was Bob, barely moving. Louie made a run for it. Another shot rang out and hit Louie in the leg. He toppled over and didn't get up.

"I think you forgot about Forest, Enrico," Wesker said after a period of silence. His voice was like ice. He turned to the Bravo captain. "Not remembering where your men were placed—now that is a rookie move." He pressed the button on his earpiece. "Dispatch, this is Captain Albert Wesker of the STARS Alpha Team. We need an ambulance right away."


Claire sat in the back of Chris' STARS cruiser, waiting and watching as her brother and Barry questioned some witnesses; Wesker was away talking to one of the paramedics; the other members of Alpha and Bravo loitered around the cruisers and pushed students and the press from the scene. Claire sighed and sat back in her seat. If people didn't know who she was, they did now.

A female reporter nearly slammed herself into the window and Claire moved away from it. She began asking questions from the outside, with her camera man by her side.

"This is not happening," Claire groaned as camera flashes pummeled her on either side of the cruiser.

"That's enough." Wesker's voice cut through the chaos. "Get these people back, Brad, Joseph. C'mon!" He looked at Claire through the window, eyes boring into Claire from behind his glasses. Claire moved closer to the window and put her hand to the glass, like a child trapped inside. Wesker put a hand up for her to wait, and he went to Chris. He said something Claire could not hear. Within moments Wesker was back. He opened the door and reached for Claire, shielding her from cameras and the story-hungry reporters, as he directed her to his cruiser. He opened the passenger door and she slid in. Wesker removed his tactical vest and handed it to Claire.

"Cover yourself until we leave," he ordered. Claire didn't hesitate. She grabbed the vest and buried her head inside it, inhaling Wesker's masculine scent, which smelled slightly of cologne and sweat. Wesker started the car and drove past the crowd that was hounding toward them.

"It's alright now," Wesker said as he turned onto the main street.

"What about Chris?" Claire asked out of the blue, removing the vest and holding it in her lap.

"He's going to finish questioning his witness…probably going to ask her if she will testify in court." Wesker looked over at Claire, who had her blue eyes on him. "He's going to have to show…all of us will…even you."

"That's fine," Claire said with a shrug. "I'll do what I can to help." She looked away from him and concentrated on the scenery as they zoomed by. "Thank you, Wesker."

"For what?"

"Don't…you know what. You saved my life." Claire patted his arm. "I could've been a gonner, so thank you."

Wesker stopped at the red light. He removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes. "It was my job, Claire. You don't have to thank me for doing that," he said without looking at Claire. She focused on the vest, suddenly feeling somewhat defeated for her thanks being rejected.

It wasn't long before the cruiser pulled up to Claire's house. The only light on was the lamp that Chris had purposely left on, thinking it would trick a burglar to reconsider breaking in. She wanted to roll her eyes. That was one of the oldest and cheesiest tricks in the book.

"Well, thanks for the ride," Claire said with a wave and exited the vehicle, still holding the vest. Wesker shut the vehicle off and opened his door, stepping out into the afternoon light.

"If I may, Miss Redfield…" Wesker followed Claire to her porch. "I want to make sure everything is as it should be. Someone may be threatening your life."

Claire scrunched her face in confusion as she pulled out the house key.

Miss Redfield? Back to calling me that, huh? And what's with the professionalism all of a sudden?

Once the door was opened, Claire was surprised Wesker was right behind her. He closed the door and removed his glasses, inspecting the living room with mild interest.

"Ok, what the hell is going on?" Claire asked with her hands in the air. "Why the sudden change in formality? You were being a cold turd in the car, and when I was trying to thank you you shrugged it off. Now you're calling me Miss Redfield again—which I hate by the way."

Wesker picked Claire up by the waist and threw her on the couch, straddling her waist and keeping her hands above her head.

He smirked. "Did you really think I could say what I wanted in the car, or in public?"

Claire rolled her eyes. "I don't see why not. Freedom of speech still applies, right?"

The blond chuckled and nuzzled Claire's neck, licking along her collar bone. "Every cruiser has a camera on the dash that records audio and video, Claire. They will likely be examined and possibly used in court. What do you think would happen to me if they found out I was doing this to you?" In one motion, Wesker tore Claire's shirt down the middle, exposing her bra and flat stomach. She tried covering up, and looked away in embarrassment when she couldn't free her hands.

"Wesker! What the fu—

The Alpha captain drowned Claire's words with his lips, passing his tongue through to play with Claire's. He pulled back. "Or this?" He pulled her bra down until her nipples peered above the cups. He went down and ran his tongue over each of them before settling on one, sucking on it like a baby.

"Oh, God…" Claire breathed as she fought back several moans. "Wesker…we shouldn't…"

"No," he said, looking up at Claire. His eyes were filled with lust. "We shouldn't…but we are." He went back to her nipples. "Besides, I don't hear you complaining."

"But Chris…"

"Oh, enough about Chris," Wesker said in annoyance, planting kisses down her stomach until he reached her belly button. "He should be happy that you're in very good hands." He released another chuckle before unbuttoning Claire's jeans. She didn't stop him then. How could she? What was wrong in this situation felt right, extremely right.

"Ah, black panties?" Wesker nodded in approval before pulling them down. He took a finger and massaged Claire's moist clit, as it swelled under his touch. Claire bucked in response, gripping Wesker's hand that was holding her hip down. He gave the clit one last rub and moved lower, teasing Claire's entrance before pushing one finger in.

Wesker relished Claire's face as she fought pain against pleasure. He smiled, enjoying the torture as another digit was added. He curved his fingers upward and began to make a scratching motion with them. Claire began pushing herself backwards towards the arm of the couch. Wesker pressed harder against her hip.

"Relax," he said seductively. "And cum for me…" His voice was so thick with lust, that he didn't even sound like the same man; Claire had to crack an eye open to make sure he was. She took several short breaths in between moans, and when Wesker noticed her body tense he moved closer to Claire's opening.

"Wesker…I-I'm gonna…" Claire released a long moan and squirted all over Wesker's long sleeve shirt.

"That's it," he said, rubbing Claire until she slowed her hips. "Good girl…" He pulled his fingers out and gave her clit one more tap before pulling her panties back up, her jeans right after.

Claire was in ecstasy: she stared up at the ceiling, her mind in space as she barely begun to register what had happened. Her pants turned into long, tiresome breaths, and she sat up when Wesker released her.

"What…what just happened?" Claire asked, still unable to believe what she experienced, as she looked at Wesker in confusion.

Wesker chuckled as he made his way over to the sink in the kitchen to wash up. "I believe you had one intense orgasm." He turned so Claire could see her juices over his shirt. "As you can see…" He walked back over to Claire and picked up his tactical vest from the floor. He strapped up, smoothed his hair back and fixed the folds of his sleeves, leaving no detail untouched.

"Is that what it was?" Claire replied sarcastically, knowing exactly what it was; as always, Wesker had dodged the question. What had just happened between them?

Wesker picked up his glasses and slipped them on before taking a seat on the loveseat sofa, and relaxed into it as though he was a regular guest. He rested his head against the seat.

"You should freshen up. Chris will be here soon." Wesker's usual smirk was in place. "I can only imagine what he would say if he saw his little sister so flushed and out of breath."

Claire took a deep breath, at last calming her racing heartbeat. She stood, covering her chest immediately. "And I can only imagine what he would say if he found out it was because of you." Claire looked at her tattered shirt and sighed. "You didn't have to go and rip it…" Wesker chuckled. "It's not funny. This was one of my favorite shirts, Wesker."

"Material objects should not cause such despair," Wesker replied with the shake of his head. He looked at Claire and saw how distraught she was. "It can be replaced, Claire. Really, you shouldn't linger on such things."

"I wouldn't have to if you didn't rip it, jerk," Claire retorted and stalked off to her room. She returned with fresh clothes and a towel. "You can let yourself out."

"No, I think I'll wait until your brother arrives—as I was asked by him to do." Wesker crossed his legs and closed his eyes. "Unless, of course, you'd rather have me wash your hair."

"Ugh!" Claire disappeared into the bathroom, leaving Wesker to his own musings until Chris arrived.


Claire sat on the couch with a glazed look in her eyes as she flipped through the channels. She was dressed in a tank top and sweatpants with her hair in a bun.

Chris came into the living room with a bowl of popcorn. "Anything good on?" He plopped into the loveseat sofa, and when Claire didn't answer, he snatched the remote from her. Claire watched Chris continue flipping through the channels until he stopped on COPS. Claire rolled her eyes.

"You ok?" Chris asked with concern. "You seem upset."

"Huh? Oh, no, I'm fine. Just…"Claire paused, "tired I guess." She hoped that was believable. "I think I'm gonna go to sleep, Chris. It's been a long day."

Chris nodded. "Alright. Sleep tight, booger face. I'll be up for a while, so if you can't sleep…"

"Alright. G'night," Claire said after a yawn and started for her room. She closed her door, shut off the light and nearly passed out on her bed. Today had been a rough one. Being held at gunpoint wasn't the worst thing she had experienced, though it was pretty close. Of course, that's not what Claire was thinking about. A certain blond man had left more than an impression on her…

Claire opened her phone—the light illuminating her face—as she searched for the previous messages she had exchanged with Wesker. She hit the 'reply' icon.

'Can I ask you something?' She wrote, and just as the message was sent, regret immediately set in. It was nearly eleven-thirty at night. Her eyes lit up when the phone buzzed in the darkness. She opened the message.

'Of course,' Was Wesker's short reply.

Claire took a deep breath and contemplated ignoring the text altogether, and just heading to sleep instead. She shook her head; she was probably responsible for waking him up.

And so she began to type…

'Why didn't you…' Claire thought about the slang guys used for masturbation. '…jack-off when we were messing around?' She hit send and buried her face in the pillow, feeling the heat creeping over her features. Wesker didn't respond right away and that worried Claire. Maybe she had taken it too far by asking something so bold. Hell, Wesker was probably pissed beyond belief that she would have the nerve to ask such a personal question.

The phone buzzed and Claire opened the phone immediately.

'Because I would rather have someone do it for me.' Claire's eyes widened and she almost screamed into her pillow.

The phone buzzed again.

'Perhaps next time you could be that person.'

"Oh, shit," Claire said, muffled by her pillow. "You are not doing this to me, Wesker."

She began to type. 'I guess that depends if I'm feeling up to it.'

"That'll show you, Wesker. Think you can get me…" Claire said with a smile, suddenly feeling victorious for playing hard to get.

The phone buzzed.

'After I'm done with you you won't be able to feel anything. I'll be surprised if you're able to speak.'

Claire's face fell. "You dirty bastard…" Sure, she said it like she was offended, but deep down Claire was turned on. If Wesker was there with her, she'd…well…

'I guess this theory of yours will be tested soon enough,' Claire wrote.

'I practice what I preach, Claire. When it comes to me, there's no such thing as a theory.'

As much as Claire wanted to continue, she felt drowsy and sleep was slowly taking over.

'If you say so,' Claire wrote. 'Goodnight, Wesker.'

The phone buzzed shortly after.

'Goodnight, Claire.'

Holy Hell! This chapter took nearly two full days to write. I'm too tired to see all the mistakes I've made lol I tried to make it long without going on like a broken record lol I hope I did justice, seeing as I've been getting lots of replies asking for updates haha someone even said, "update. Now," hahahaha I was like, "ok, then…" haha There you are my readers. I apologize for not updating Monday; it was my birthday, and I came home late, too late to finish. But, hey, I spent the entirety of my bday writing, so there's some good news ;) Let me know what you think! PM's are welcomed as are reviews! :D Until next time!—Lil V.