Disclaimer: I do not own RE.
Title: Childish
Claire was locked up in a small room with one lousy excuse for a window on the far back wall. She hadn't any contact with Wesker since her kidnapping… as a matter of fact; she hadn't come into contact with any other living soul. She had no idea as to where Wesker had imprisoned her. All she knew was that it was quite cold. The window was letting in the chilly breeze from the night and she had nothing more than a sheet on her mattress to keep her warm.
Claire wanted nothing more than to see her brothers face, to see the outside, or to see someone else.
She was lonely.
No more could she hold the tears back… and she cried.
Only a few moments later, the door to her cell opened up, letting in the hallway light that stung Claire's tear-stained eyes.
He stood there in the threshold.
She knew the wolf at the door.
"Go away…" Claire mumbled. "Please."
"Why are you crying," he asked solemnly.
"Because I hate you! I hate the fact that you kidnapped me! I hate your stupid ego and your godamn evil nature!" Claire stood up and stormed over to Wesker, only a foot away from him.
"Why don't you pick on someone your own size? Huh, Wesker! Are you incapable of doing that? I mean, come on, you have an innocent woman locked up in cell! I thought you were better than that…"
"You're acting childish…" Wesker retorted.
"No, Wesker, you are the child here. You never got to be one so now you're wallowing in that missed opportunity. Like I said… I thought you were better than that."
A/N: I love having Claire snap at Wesker!