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Chapter 6: Love Is Blindness

"Love is blindness, I don't want to see. Won't you wrap the night around me? Oh my heart… Love is blindness"

There came a time when she began to be numb of the pain she felt. It was consistent and unrelenting, they always had her down. They did not treat her kindly nor did they answer her questions. All Claire could gather was she was a prisoner. They tortured her for information she did not know but they were certain she had the answers they sought.

They were all about him.

Claire hadn't seen Wesker in many months even before she was taken here. She had been marking her days, 104 days to be exact. She told them that her and Wesker weren't "involved" with each other anymore, that they were estranged. It was a half truth. Claire and Wesker had mutually parted ways much earlier than her current ordeal, both of them agreeing that he put her in too much danger. Claire was the reluctant one, but as her world slowly spiraled into a madness that she could not control, she agreed that it would only be for the best, Wesker already buying her flight home. Memories of that day rattled a chord in her heart and she bit her tongue in spite, holding back a few tears that she never let fall.

Ever since then, she had no idea where he was or what he was up to. She had no information to give but they were not convinced. With each time the pain would worsen, her torture lapsing tenfold. They wanted something from her and she decided it was time to lie. Each of the guards had small embroidery symbols on their uniforms but Claire didn't recognize it. She had been working with the BSAA for a few years now and was well aware of all the big bad companies out there and her time spent with Wesker revealed them as well. He always had enemies lurking under the fog, waiting for him to drop his defense, which he never did. Claire assumed that whoever this was, they really wanted to know where Wesker was located and would go so far as abducting a virtually innocent woman whom he spent no more than a year with. But as the cold of her cell crept under her skin, she found herself wishing that he was here. Claire wondered if he kept tabs on her after their falling out and if so, did he know of her current situation? Was he on his way at this very moment to rescue her?

"He's not a knight in shining armor, Claire…" She muttered to herself in the dark. "And you're not a princess trapped in the highest room in the tallest tower." She pressed her back closer against the wall. "If anything he's the damned dragon in this scenario… always has been."

Claire shook her head as she realized she was talking to herself once again. It had become lonely here, not that she was expecting anything different. The only faces she saw were those of the guards and the man that routinely questioned her. The beeping of her watch told her that it was midnight, dragging her from her thoughts. Claire sat up on her knees and etched another tally into the wall with a small screw that had fallen from the window.

Day 105.

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Wesker stood in the center of Claire's small apartment. The furniture was tossed around, the glass coffee table shattered. There were a few lines of police tape hunkered around the broken windows and the power had been shut off. Claire had been missing for three and a half months, the BSAA had not stopped searching but their resources were running low. It seemed as if every time they narrowed in on a lead, it slipped right under their noses.

Typical… Wesker mused.

He paced around the room quietly, once again observing the scene. He had done this multiple times already but each time he was rewarded with nothing. Just like the BSAA, he was slowly running out of possibilities and Claire was running out of time. His eyes scanned over small details in the room and as always, Wesker was greeted with a photograph of them nestled on the end table. The first time he arrived here, he found it facedown on the carpet, a few droplets of blood speckled on the glass. He had since wiped the photo off and set it back where it belonged. They were at the park and Claire had just picked up an old polaroid from the thrift store a few days back, her film packs finally coming in the mail. She snapped the photo of the two, Claire pressing her lips to Wesker's cheek, Wesker giving off a small grin. The writing in the margins on the photograph read "what a day!" A small etched heart following Claire's handwriting.

Wesker cracked the smallest of smiles, his heart lurching in his chest. He had to find her. This wasn't about the danger Wesker put her in nor was it about the life she couldn't lead while with him… it was about them. Wesker wouldn't wait around to find out if she was dead or alive, he put every ounce of effort into finding her now it was time for overdrive.

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"Tell me where Miss Redfield is or I'll spread your blood all over this room." Wesker's voice was a low rumbling hiss, causing the man who he was holding down to tremble even more.

"I don't know!" The man shouted, his teeth smeared with his own blood.

"You're a liar." Wesker twisted the mans arm up some more, gaining a painful wail from him. He had the man pinned to the floor on his back, Wesker's knee jammed right against his neck, both arms twisted back in an unpleasant position.

"Very well then." Wesker yanked the man onto his feet and pressed his pistol against his head. "If you won't tell me then you can show me." He gave his a forceful shove out of the room. "Start walking."

The guard led him down several halls until they reached a barred off section. Entering in a key-code, they entered a prison-like hallway with cells installed on either side of the room. The guard led Wesker to the last cell and punched in another code. Swinging open the door, Wesker pushed the man into the room first. Wesker felt his blood boil when he saw that Claire was not present.

"Where…" He demanded.

"I don't know! Honest this time I really don't know! This is her cell I swear to fucking god!" The man peddled backwards and bumped into the back wall. Wesker seized him by his throat, lifting him from the ground with ease.

"If you don't tell me in the next ten seconds where she is I will squeeze your pathetic life from your body." Wesker's eyes flashed violently under his dark shades.

The man gripped Wesker's wrists, trying to pry him away. "I don't—"

"One…" Wesker growled.

"They take her somewhere a few times a day!" He blurted. "I don't know where but they take her somewhere. Please let go of me!"

Wesker smirked, dropping the man onto the ground. "There that wasn't so hard was it?" Without warning, Wesker hammered a shot into the mans skull, killing him. "Thank you."

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Claire heard a gunshot ring out from somewhere in the building. It was close. She jerked against her restraints and they began to rub her skin raw, tears stun her vision. Her torture for the day was to be sliced up by a very sharp swiss knife. Her wounds were not deep but they were concise, ringing out the most pain she could handle. The man was on the phone, violently whispering commands to whoever was on the other end of the call. He then hung up, quickly pocketing the call.

"Well." He quipped, stepping his fingers together. "It appears that your friend, our dearest Doctor Wesker is en route to this room as we speak. How fascinating." The man smiled but Claire could see him crack. The man walked towards her and undid her straps, already knowing that his time was up.

"I hope he tears you in two, you son of a bitch." Claire spat, massaging her raw wrists.

It was then the door rattled from its hinges and Wesker strode in like a storm, he had blood speckled on his face from the gunshot, his sunglasses discarded, rubicund eyes sharper than bloody daggers.

"As you wish, dearheart."

Grabbing the man by his scalp, Wesker yanked his head backwards, canning his neck painfully, he brought his mouth to the mans ear. "I will make you shriek in agony"

Wesker began to pull the mans arm, his painful yells echoing in the room. Claire could hear his muscles and flesh begin to tear apart and she couldn't help but turn her head away as Wesker dismantled him. Still his pure and unsettling violence startled her, she just couldn't fully grasp the fact that he was raised this way. Scratch that, he was manufactured this way. Piece by piece, he was assembled to be a killing machine. Each part of his personality, whether that was the meticulous and conniving part or the lesser known kind aspects, they were etched into him deeply. His self stood out against the others and it was his mystery that pulled Claire in when they had fist met.

"Claire?" Wesker's voice was a soft, subtle echo.

She turned her head towards him and for the first time in a long time, saw him as he truly should be. His hand that extended towards her was completely covered in blood, his slitted and glowing eyes softened at her own gaze. Claire put her hand in his and as ivory touched crimson, Wesker brought her fingers to his lips, kissing them softly.

"Come, dearheart." Wesker said quietly. "We should talk."

Claire smiled, tears effortlessly falling from her oceanic hues, easily pulled into Wesker's embrace.

A/N: I apologize if this chap seems similar to the last one, I just couldn't get this one off my mind. - Love Is Blindness by Jack White -