Chapter: 6
A/N: Sorry about the wait, I've been busy getting more hours from work as well as quarter ending for school, I found some time though even though it's 1 am... Excuse the errors if there's any, I'll get back to editing the rest soon.
Raising her brow Claire took a seat facing opposite of Wesker, the desk separating the two.
"Tell me, why I get the impression you seem on edge all the time." He continued to type, every so often moving the mouse pad with his gloved hands.
"I already told you. You were my last option."
"Why not take matters into your own hands?" He asked, pulling out a pen and jotting down phrases onto a note book.
"I did that once, remember how that went?" He gave a smugged smirk and nodded, clearly his multi tasking skills were perfected as displayed. "And to answer your question to why I'm so tense here, you don't seem to be the type to hold your word, let alone have the most comforting company." His eyebrows furrowed and looked at Claire for a moment.
"That's not completely true, I just twist matters into my favor."
"Yeah, well, when you're with a guy that is a maniac who'll try to at anything to kill your own sibling and agreed to help his sister find him, something seems off. I might not wake up one day because you decided to slice my throat while I was sleeping. Also the time change may be a factor as to why I'm on edge, maybe I just haven't gotten a good rest." Wesker chuckled and looked away from his computer, his face turning towards Claire now.
"Well I may not be able to do much of the time change, but I can tell you that if I were to ever kill you, I wouldn't want it to be in your sleep, that's for sure. I would want you to know that you're going to die and I want to see your expression." Claire felt shivers coarse up her spine, swallowing hard, the fear rising in her again.
"Well that's a relief." She tried playing her fear off with her only weapon she knew well, sarcasm. She instantly gained a smirk of satisfaction from Wesker who seemed to enjoy the young girls sense of humor.
"As for the helping you find your brother, maybe I've had a change of heart?" Claire's face paled, a heartless laugh escaping her lips in disbelief.
"That's really funny."
"I suppose it was humorous for a few moments. Truth be told, I may need that "anything" exchange originally established from you in the future." He sighed out, going back to his laptop, the conversation seemed to end and Claire continued to sit across from him.
"What are you doing anyways?" Claire asked, only for the silence to fill in her question. The rejection phased her for a few moments until Wesker leaned back into his chair folding his arms across his chest in satisfaction.
"Some affair I've had trouble tracking since my early days, no big deal." He sighed staring at the ceiling, or so it seemed with his aviator glasses shielding his eyes. Then he stood up suddenly and grabbed another book from the shelf. "Reading is food to the brain dear heart."
"Then what's food for the stomach?"
"Something that gives you energy to continue living."
A week had passed and Claire felt the days went by easier and interaction with Wesker became less of a threat, not comfortable but less of picking her words carefully. She asked him two days after her arrival of she could call Leon or try to call Chris to which he obliged, but of course no answer on either of the two, making Claire's mood foul for the rest of the day. She couldn't find her bag the day after her arrival, but her clothes were left out on a nightstand by the couch. Early on a Saturday morning Claire heard the door again, which hadn't been opened since HUNK last visited. There wasn't much of a surprise when the familiar dirty blonde haired man stepped through the door which Claire opened.
"Good morning HUNK, glad to see you back." She smiled, receiving a stern nod. He walked straight into Wesker's office which was shut of any sound with the tall double French doors. Claire got used to the idea that some things were better left unknown, and every time Wesker shut the door, it meant no one was to disturb him or else. That didn't stop Claire from trying though. She was quite sure he wasn't oblivious to the fact she would try and eavesdrop because he would say he'd send the important details through email or something around those lines. Going upstairs Claire sat and turned on the T.V. Something she did often when Wesker seemed annoyed and unresponsive to her. Some program on the Earths mantel was being discussed when footsteps were echoed through the huge room, causing Claire to turn around to see HUNK standing tall in the staircase.
"Boss said I have to babysit you, and he also said to get groceries for you." He tossed car keys that landed on a night stand by Claire. She raised her brow and looked at HUNK in question.
"Why don't you drive?" He walked up and grabbed the keys with a sly smile.
"Suit yourself then honey, you'll regret it." He started for down stairs, follow by Claire, her light cardigan swaying through the air along with her ponytail swaying left and right.
"Wait, I don't have money." Claire paused at the bottom steps only for HUNK to let out a laugh, looking back at her.
"Come on Claire," he pulled out a sleek black card from his back pocket and flipped it between his index and middle finger. "Think more ahead." He opened the front door and for once since arriving, Claire was out in the open. She smelled the freshly cut grass mixed with the fresh rain that fell late last night. The fog was still apparent, not to the point where visibility wasn't available, but just spots of fog traveled the area. There was a conjoined garage that seemed to hold about 4 cars. HUNK punched in various numbers in a code box and the first garage opened, revealing a sleeked black boxed car, next to a deep red car with the Audi logo embezzled in back, reading S8.
"Take your pick." He smiled, showcasing the two vehicles. Claire went inside to study the two cars and looked toward the other side, only to be stopped by HUNK's voice.
"Other side is off limits, apparently, it's okay for you to touch these babies."
"Well, what are the other two?"
"If I remember right and he didn't change them out, it's probably the Audi R8 as well as the Lambo."
"Ah, how could I expect less." Claire nodded and looked back at her choices.
"Let's go with..." She closed her eyes and pointed randomly. Opening she heard HUNK footsteps already approaching the deep red car with a wide grin.
"Good choice, I've been dying to drive this one." He seemed to walk on his toes from the excitement that oozed from him, his expression equivalent to a child on Christmas Day. The engine came to life and soon Claire found herself in the car, instruments lighting up the dashboard as well as the radio. Claire looked in wonder at all of the gadgets, being pulled away from her admiration to HUNK's driving techniques.
"You know what they call this type of driving at home?"
"No, what do they call it?"
"Death." He laughed and his voice went low, shallow and a cold unfamiliar vibe now breathed from him. "They don't call me Mr. Death for no reason." He booked it down the isolated road, peeking Claire saw they were approaching 150 miles per hour. A sudden panic arose in Claire, her heart clenches as a horrifying image flashes through her mind, one that's been buried for years, her throat dried.
"Stop!" She yelled, her voice breaking a sob, instantly HUNK slowed, decelerates the vehicle and is now going less than 30 miles per hour.
"What's wrong?"
Her eyes dart frantically, and she quickly dashes away strays tears with the back of her hand. "I just don't like people driving like lunatics." She quickly spoke, her head turned away from HUNK's. He continued to drive at the rest of the way seemingly an awkward silence, soon they began to see more decoration of houses a well as billboards.
"You think Wesker wants anything?" Claire asked, piling the vegetables she bundled in a bag.
"No, if he did, he would have told one of us. I don't even think he eats to be honest." HUNK said picking at his navy blue polo embezzled with a lion design on his heart.
"How'd you find him anyways?" HUNK looked up, sighing out in thought.
"That was a long time ago." He skipped the question and went towards the clerk, paying with the black card. Walking out Claire pressed on more.
"How long ago?"
"I don't keep track, shit." He spat, clearly getting irritated with Claire's questions. Grimacing, Claire went up to him.
"I want to drive." He rolled his eyes, ignoring her and placing the food in the back.
"I'm not trying to die yet woman."
"I'll have you know I was top in my driver's Ed class."
"Is that so?" HUNK's brow raised in question and a smugged smile appeared.
"Yes, and I have a clean record on my drivers license." He paused, looking at the girl with narrowed eyes, biting the inside of him mouth for a few moments, shaking his head and moved toward the passenger seat.
"Whatever you do, don't hit a tree." He sighed, turning his attention toward the cold afternoon.
Claire smiled wide, pulling out, she drove into the long stretch of road, trying her best to remember her surroundings, having HUNK pointed the directions to her when she seemed indecisive.
"I was fresh out of military, and Umbrella needed men, so they happened to sink their teeth into me. He saw something in me I guess, and brought me with him to do his side work, payed me double than what I was getting from Umbrela." He continued to look away, until Claire came to a stop sign. His brows furrowed, glancing at her. "Why were you crying earlier?"
"It's a long story." She murmured, continuing on the road.
"Something traumatised you?"
"Something like that."
He nodded and looked her over, unconvinced. Arriving to the house Claire and HUNK both collect the bags and place them inside, while Claire goes towards the kitchen to put away the groceries, HUNK went into Wesker's office, closing the door behind him.
"Something the matter?" Wesker asks after moments of HUNK standing, waiting to be addressed.
"Yes, happen to know anything on the girl about past issues?" Wesker's brows furrowed beneath his glasses and he frowned but continued to look at his laptop.
"Why do you ask?"
"Because she had a breakdown in the car."
"As far as I'm aware of, Miss Redfield hasn't had any major events other than the unusual." HUNK nodded and turned at his heel. "Get Ada informed of the perimeter of the Alpine's." He said before he walked out to see Claire finished restocking and was descending down the stairs.
"Seems you're in a better mood." He commented, standing by the couch.
"Well, restocking was my forte back in highschool."
"There's really nothing to fake here." He gave a weak laugh, she spun with confusion clearly inscribed only to see the man was already walking towards the door, turning as well when Claire called out his name.
"Where are you going?" She asked, her head tilted, already missing the small outside connection she has with the outside world as he walked away from her.
"Business," he turned back exiting the door.
A/N: R&R, favorite and follow guys :).