Open to dark deserted back street. A young teenage girl is running frantically through the street looking behind her with a look of terror in her eyes before ducking into an alley. She stops for a moment to catch her breath backing herself up against the wall of the alley believing that she has made it safety. Her sighs of relief are far to short lived however as she is grabbed from behind and thrown hard down to the ground.

TIFFANY: No…John…please….don't."

JOHN: You think I'm not going to find you - after you show me up like that and make a fool out of me

TIFFANY: No John! It's not like that you know I'd never go behind your back baby, I swear me…

JOHN: You thought I didn't see the two of you together, that I didn't watch you laughing at me…

Tiffany cautiously picks herself up from the ground and slowly makes her way towards her enraged boyfriend in a bid to sooth her boyfriend's anger, she smiles at him and places her hand on his shoulder.

TIFFANY: What have you been taking sweetheart, this only happens when you…

John does not allow Tiffany to finish of her sentence as he smacks her right back down to the ground. She looks up at him, tears welling in her eyes fearing for what is about to happen.

TIFFANY: (Hysterically) what are you going to do John, beat me up right here, somebody's going to hear

JOHN: What downtown at 0430 in the morning? Nobody is going to hear, nobody who cares anyway

John reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a revolver and points it directly towards her.

TIFFANY: NO! GOD JOHN PLEASE DON'T DO THIS.

JOHN: I'm sorry but I just can't take this anymore…

John cocks the gun and prepares to fire. As Tiffany closes her eyes and prepares herself for the bang John is grabbed from behinds and viciously smacked into a nearby trashcan. Tiffany looks up to see Ryan Redfield standing in front of her with a look of rage and fury in his eyes.

RYAN: What's the matter pal? Smacking your girl around become too stressful for you.

John doesn't answer; he instead opts to grab a 2x4 dislodged from the trashcan and begins to circle confrontationally.

RYAN: You don't want to do this…

John's muscles begin to tighten as he leans back and takes a mighty swing towards Ryan Redfield, his effort is all for nothing those as his Ryan grabs his hand with ease and snaps his hand back in one fluid motion, forcing him to drop the weapon and crumble to the ground screaming in pain. Ryan turns his attention to Tiffany who is still lying on the ground in fear.

RYAN: its okay kid, I'm not going to hurt you, c'mon let's get you home.

Ryan extends is hand to the young women, who apprehensively takes it as he helps her to her feet. Together the two begin to walk off but with Ryan's back turned John makes his way to his feet clutching his wrist…

JOHN: You son of a bitch…

John charges towards Ryan, believing him to be defenceless with his back turned. As John charges towards Ryan, but Ryan is prepared as he swiftly turns around grabbing the charging junkie and throws him through the air sending him hurtling with a thud through the windshield of a nearby parked car. Ryan turns his attention to Tiffany who is looking on in disbelief.

RYAN: Do yourself a favour kid, for whatever reason your out here away from your family at this time of night, go home, patch it up and get yourself some rest it's never to late to go back.

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We go back to the Apartment of Claire Redfield, where Ryan Redfield had stormed out of just moments earlier. The sight of her brother so obviously distraught was still stuck with her. She was sitting in somewhat of a foetal position clutching a picture of her and her brothers during happier times. The tears still streaming from her face and onto the picture frame below. Awakened by the sounds of Claire's distress Jill makes her way through from the guest bedroom that she had been occupying.

JILL: Claire? Claire honey what is it, what's wrong?

CLAIRE: (Sobbing) Jill…it's…its Ryan…he…

Claire is unable to finish her sentence, the emotion still pouring for from her. Jill gets down on her knees and takes Claire, pulling her close and hugging her tightly in an effort to ease her pain.

JILL: Shhhhhhhh; its okay Claire everything's going to be fine.

Claire doesn't say a word she merely continues to cry hoping that the concern and pain that she feels were merely pour out. After a while all her tears have been shed and the two take a seat on the sofa.

CLAIRE: I've never seen him like that Jill. He wouldn't let me near him, the look in his eyes.

JILL: He didn't mean it Claire, Ryan loves you and whether he can admit it or not he needs you.

CLAIRE: I don't know how to help him. He's barely even spoken to me since the funeral.

JILL: It's because of Chris.

CLAIRE: Yeah I know. I miss him too.

JILL: I know you do honey but it's different for him.

CLAIRE: What do you mean?

JILL: Chris has been the big brother for so long and Ryan has followed him his entire life. Now he's gone and Ryan isn't sure whether or not he can take his place.

CLAIRE: I've never compared him to Chris. I wouldn't do that to him.

JILL: I know that Claire but it's him that needs to know it.

CLAIRE: Yeah I guess…

Jill's face suddenly becomes etched in pain as she begins to wince. Claire looks down and notices that the wounds where the chest plate that Wesker had been using to control her had been placed were opened up and beginning to bleed.

CLAIRE: Oh my god Jill, It's okay don't move.

Claire runs through to the bathroom and begins to frantically rifle through the medicine cabinet looking for whatever supplies she can find to treat the wound. With bandages and some cotton buds in hand she runs back through to Jill. Jill hisses in pain as Claire begins to slowly wipe the blood away from the freshly exposed wounds.

CLAIRE: You have to be careful, your body still hasn't fully healed.

JILL: I'm okay it just stings a little bit.

CLAIRE: Maybe but you don't want to risk it getting infected.

JILL: Listen Claire I appreciate the help but I'm okay, really. You need to go, go and find your brother before he gets himself into any sort of trouble.

Claire looks at Jill, somewhat uncertain of the request not wanting to leave her in her current weakened state in case she suddenly got any worse.

JILL: Look you won't be gone that long and you'll have your cell phone with you, I promise if anything happens I'll call right away.

CLAIRE: Thanks Jill.

Claire leans in and kisses her on the forehead before running towards the door and grabbing her coat. She throws Jill a look at the last minute before running out the door. Jill looks on and the look on her face conveys more concern than she would let on.

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Close in on a run-down dive bar downtown. He had escorted Tiffany home to ensure that nothing happened to her and her parents were so thankful that they had asked him if he would come in and clean his own wounds but he politely declined. The girl was safe and that was all he needed to take care of, who cared if he didn't stop to chat.

As he sat on the bar stool and threw back his fifth shot glass the words of his argument with his sister from just hours before were still running through his head.

RYAN: LOOK CLAIRE I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT. NOT TO YOU, NOT TO ANYBODY NOT NOW NOT EVER NOW BACK OFF AND GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME".

It haunted him. What had made him act in such a manner towards his sister. Claire and he may have had a difference of opinion when he followed his brother into the BSAA but they had long since moved past that and she had never been anything other than supportive. Chris would never have acted that way towards her and he certainly would have not put his needs before hers. How could he protect her now? He had thought of nothing else since the funeral and he hadn't been able to answer the question yet. Claire was an extremely loving person and his mind she deserved the best; would she be better of without him? If she was to leave TERRASAVE behind move away she could make a complete fresh start and have the life she truly deserved away from all this chaos. But who was he kidding? She would never do that with him in the picture maybe it was time for him to go back to work.

BARTENDER: Sorry Pal but we're closing up for the night.

Ryan didn't answer the bartender, he merely polished off the drink he was finishing before leaving slamming down a couple of crumpled twenty dollar notes from his pocked and marching out of the bar.

At that point the skies opened up and the rain began to pour down from the heavens. Ryan didn't mind though, hell he hardly even noticed. Before he could decide where to go next his phone began to ring, he lifted it from his pocket and looked at the caller ID revealing it to be his sister. He should speak to her, he owed her that much.

RYAN: Hi Claire.

CLAIRE: Oh Ryan, thank god I've been trying to call you for the last thirty minutes, are you OK?

He could hear the concern in her voice. He should be happy about that but he wasn't all it made him feel was shame at how he had acted, his sister loved him and he struggled with it, what the hell was his problem?

CLAIRE: Ryan?….You still there.

RYAN: Yeah sis I'm here. Listen Claire I…

CLAIRE: It's okay Ryan, it doesn't matter anymore. Look I need to see you OK, I'm out on my motorcycle, tell me where you are and I'll come and get you.

RYAN: What? You left Jill on her own in the apartment?

CLAIRE: She's fine, now tell me where you are.

RYAN: Um…Okay I'm at O'Brien's bar on the corner of fifth and main. Listen Claire I….

Ryan's cell is abruptly cut off.

CLAIRE: Ryan? Hello, Ryan?

Claire puts the throttle down on her Bike and begins to weave recklessly in and out of traffic. It was probably nothing more than the weather interfering with the signal, but even if he was okay she didn't want to give him the chance to go off on his own, she had to get to him fast.

We switch back to Ryan Redfield who is picking himself up off the ground after being struck from behind by the man he had prevented from shooting that young girl earlier.

JOHN: I told you to stay out of it….

John kicks Ryan square in the face before he can fully regain his faculties further stunning him and busting open his nose.

JOHN: It was none of your business, she was my girl MINE!

John takes a one handed swing with the same 2x4 from earlier that he had obviously carried from the seen of their previous confrontation smacking Ryan in the face once again.

JOHN: I've got a reputation to uphold you know and you made me look bad so now…

John goes to lay in another shot to Ryan but this time he is prepared and grabs the 2x4 flicking it upwards and smacking John in the jaw sending him back and allowing Ryan time to slowly make his way to his feet. His legs felt like rubber, although admittedly it had more to do with the vast quantities of alcohol he had consumed rather than the effectiveness of his attackers blows. Still he knew he had more than enough left to take care of a street punk like this

RYAN: Last time I kicked your ass and broke your wrist in a matter of seconds, is your learning curve a flat-line or what?

John picks himself up from the ground and dusts himself off. Looking towards Ryan with supreme confidence and a gleam in his eye.

JOHN: I may be a slow learner but do you know the one thing that I have learned? What one person can't do, many can.

At that point a light bulb came on in Ryan's head as he turned around to find the path behind him blocked by five or six rather surly looking men. Ryan prepared himself for the inevitable war that was to come, he turns back around and gives John another thunderous punch for good measure before being rushed by the other men. At this point we don't see what is happening to him, we just hear the noise of the fight echoing through.

Around 6 minutes later Claire Redfield pulls up outside O'Brien's bar and removed her helmet to begin searching the area for her brother.

CLAIRE: Ryan? Ryan are you here?

Claire's search for her brother is interrupted as she is startled by a noise emanating from the alley at the side of the bar. She can do little to hid her horror as she watches her brother, barely conscious stumbling out of the alley.

CLAIRE: Oh god….

Ryan is stumbling forward, clutching his limp left arm with his right, as far as Claire could tell it might be broken, his shirt had been ripped revealing some sort of stab wound on his chest and the rain had soaked the blood that was now completely covering his face. Wasting little time, she rushes to her brothers side catching him as he collapses forward allowing his body weight to fall completely limp on her.

CLAIRE: RYAN? RYAN CAN YOU HEAR ME? It's…its going to be okay just stay with me okay.

RYAN: …sorry…

CLAIRE: Shhhhh honey its okay, just focus on my voice okay keep your eyes open.

Claire clutched her brother tighter and tighter. He had always been so strong, she had never seen him this battered before and she could see his eyes begin to roll into the back of his head, he was falling into unconsciousness. As his body grew heavier she could no longer hold him up on her own as the pair fell to the ground, Claire still holding tight the rain continued to poor down.