So sorry it took so long! ive been working on other things, then thanksgiving came. i was totally rapped up! heres a shortish one, the next one will follow shortly. Again, enjoy my loves.
Grief is the light, i cant deny im afraid of you.
Wesker rocked lightly in his leather chair, cleaning his glasses with a white cloth. Claire stepped from the bathroom, dressed in one of the outfits Wesker had for her in the cell drawers. While getting the outfit from her former cage, Claire was certain Wesker would slam the cell door shut on her. He didn't.
she leaned on the bathroom doorway, staring at Wesker. His face was thoughtful, amused almost.
Has he concidered my trade? Maybe, he is already plotting out how he wants to kill me...
"Somthing wrong Miss Redfield?"
I guess I'm Miss Redfield again.
"Nothing"
Wesker put his glasses on his desk and stood. He stretched roughly and walked down the stairs, but not to Claire, to the mini fridge. Wesker took a water bottle out, looked back at Claire, and grabbed a second one.
Guilt was taking the younge girl over, she didn't want him to be nice, or listen to her. Claire wanted Wesker to be the same monster he had been before he let her out of the cell. She wanted a reason to continue hating him.
Chris, I can hate him for wanting to kill him. And Raccoon city I can hate him for that. He's partly responsible.
Claire fiddled with the lighter Chris gave her so long ago. She'd found it in her pants pocket of the previous outfit. The lighter was her charm, and whether she ment to or not, she never was without it. Claire put it in her pocket.
Wesker went to her and handed to her the bottle. Claire stared at the liquid, then at Wesker. She stared him right in the eyes.
"Have you thought about what I said yet?" she asked.
Wesker slowly lowered the hand holding her water, he set both on their bed. The intense expression he gave almost made her burst out laughing. It was like a dissapointed adult looking down at a menacing child.
"As a matter of fact, I have."
"Well?"
Wesker raised a hand to her face, letting his ungloved fingers press against the warm cheek. She lightly shivered, but didn't turn her head away, Claire needed her answer. The hand cradled her cheek and remained there. Wesker bent his face close to hers.
"I haven't made up my mind yet."
Now claire pulled away. She pushed herself off using his chest, and without thinking, slapped him. A certain satisfaction came from finally being able to strike the man who ultimatly wanted the demise of everyone who went against him. Claire lost all her triumph when Wesker chuckled. It was loud, impending and echoed in her mind like a lost memory. Claire knew looked scared, and with that wesker got victory from it.
"Well I see you still think I will put up with your defiance." he still seemed amused.
"I just hope that persuaded your decision some." Claire snarled back.
Without note, Wesker swung up his arm and rapped his hand around Claires throat. He held the girl up in mid air, two feet off the ground. Claire swung around, trying to kick her assilent.
"You know Miss Redfield, I do think I have come to a decison after all." he mused to her.
Claire weakily stared down at Wesker, knowing he was going to kill her here and now.
Efficently, Wesker hurled Claire across the entire room, she landed right in his leather chair side first. Wesker moved towards her, Claire position herself straight in the chair, leaving herself vunrable. Albert Wesker leaned down infront of her, hands on each side of the chair, smirking in her face.
Just let it be quick, just don't drag it out.
A smile, dark and satisfied smile spread over Wesker's face, he tilted his head up and to the side curiously. As if reading her mind, he spoke,
"And it won't be you I kill dear heart."
That was all it took to break the strings in Claire's heart. A single cold tear traced its existance down Claire's cheek. Wesker made no attempt to wipe it away, his revenge started with telling her hed kill Chris, and end with her reaction.
Claire falling apart.
She swung her arm up, again hitting Wesker in the jaw. Wesker hadn't expected it after her seeming submisson. He stepped back a few feet, giving Claire room to stand. Taking her chance, Claire bolted to the stair railing and hopped over it and landed in a crouch. She realized Wesker was right behind her. Claire made it to the door that led out of the room, on the opposing side of the bathroom. The hallway was dark, but it didn't matter.
If he catches me, I'm dead too.
Claire didn't think Wesker could see in the dim halls, but she was done doubting his abilities. Feeling around the hall, Claire heard Wesker's footsteps.
"Claire? Where are you?"
It taunted her, and threatened her. In a game of cat and mouse, Claire was the feeble rodent.
He can hear my footsteps, it wont be long now.
An idea came, it was an easily foiled plan, but none the less, it was a hope. Claire stopped running and stood flat against the wall. All her muscles tensed against the cool steel, her hand grabbed somthing precious to her.
The lighter.
Wesker kept chasing, but stopped moving once her footsteps ceased. Now the hollow excuse for a man stood no more then five feet infront of her. He couldn't see her, she couldn't see him. She only sensed him.
"Claire?" Wesker chanted in a sing song voice.
Wesker was now so close, she could feel his icy air.
Clutching the lighter tight, Claire threw it as far as she could down the hall. And like a cat hunting, Wesker chased after it.
And he said Redfield luck would last us long.
Claire smiled as she tip toed back to the lit room. She hoped Wesker felt the irony and seethed in it.
She made it back to the room, looking for a weapon. Wesker was smart, he didn't keep weapons laying around his lair. Not a single damn thing to make him cringe. The wooden chair that Wesker used during their long conversation sat innocently aside by the cell bars. Claire ran up the stairs, took the chair, and ran back down. Claire was done underestimating Wesker, but he still underestimated her. Thats how she would win in the end. He thought he was everything, but even the greatest of beings had their downfalls. Claire positioned herself behind the open door, preparing to bash the chair over Wesker's head.
Whatever breaks off, I can use to stab him with.
Claire didn't expect Wesker to come back so fast, but already, his stomping presance returned. Satisfaction returned as she heard the man cursing to himself. His image appeared before Claire, she hurled the chair downward as hard as she could. Before impact, he whirled around caught the wooden seat in his hands. Prior to snatching the entire chair from her, Wesker shined her a wide smile. Wesker took and broke the chair against the wall in one easy throw. Claire jumped when the crash consume the room.
For a long while, the two watched each other, waiting for the other to make a move.
What would I do if he came? I cant run anymore. He's faster then me too, I'd never see it coming.
"Nice try Claire, next time, don't attempt to return to the corner I put you in."
Wesker raised a hand that held her lighter, taking a mocking glance at it, then threw it to her. Claire caught it, putting it back in her pocket.
"Atleast I have the pleasure of an image of you twirling in circles looking for me."
Wesker flew into the air towards her serving a hard punch, sending Claire to the ground clutching her cheek where Wesker's hand once rested sweetly.
Wesker stood straight and pulled her up with him, as easy as picking up a limp doll. There was no fight left in Claire, not anymore. Roughly Wesker dragged her to the cell, and threw her back in. Claire in push, caught the wall with her hands. She steadied and turn back to Wesker.
"I hate you."
Wesker smiled, and grabbed his sunglasses from the desk to his side. Once he slid them on, Claire felt like the monster was back.
"You'll hate me worse soon enough Claire."
This time, when saying her name, it made her feel in danger.
Claire ran back to the bars just as Wesker began to leave.
"No!"
Once again, he looked at her, his eyes behind the shades shined red.
Wesker turned away, and left the entire room altogather.
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"Chris" came Leon from the doorway.
Chris sat on his bed, loading the guns to their fullest. Chris knew better then anyone, bullets can hurt Wesker at all.
Maybe if I pump enough caps in his ass, I can stall him.
"Yeah?"
Leon entered the room, he stopped in front of Chris, who never once looked up. Leon sighed and let his hair fall in his face.
"Look, I know you determained, I know your on a war path. But Chris, we have to strategize. Wesker already planned for us to come, so he has his things in order. Do you expect us to run in, grab Claire and leave? Untouched?"
Chris snorted and gave a arrogant head shake.
"No, I don't at all. Thats why when we get Claire, I'm staying behind."
The man before Chris perked up, ready to argue with his friend. Chris looked upward and put up a hand to silence.
"Don't lee, just don't. Wesker wont stop til I'm dead. At first, I fought back, not thinking he'd attack anyone but me. Then Wesker napped Claire. Leon, she shouldn't be in this, and its my fault she is."
"No reason to have an assisted suicide Chris."
He shook his head again. When Chris stood, Leon saw the full of Chris's worn and tired features. Already, Chris's eyes were red cracked, he was pale, and his clean shaven face was fuzzy. Jill walked in, ready in her uniform. Rebecca graced behind.
Leon shot chris a look that asked 'Does Jill know?'
"No."
Leon smiled a little, he knew if Jill Valentine knew of his intentions, she'd have Chris hog tied and going no where.
Were these the risks and measures we have to take?
Chris handed guns of all sizes to Jill, she placed them in fitting gun holders. Rebecca slipped by Jill and jumped into Leon's arms. It surprised and pleased him. The younge girl dug her face into the hollow of Leon's neck.
"We'll be ok right? No one will die?"
As Leon held the petite girl in his arms, he looked on at Chris, his best friend. If he said yes, he'd be lying to someone he cared so much about. If he said no, Jill would over hear and stop them all from saving the other person he cared so much about. It came down to the lives of Chris or Claire. Soon, one of them would be dead. Knowing Albert Wesker, there was a chance both could die.
"Yeah Rebecca, we'll be fine"