Chapter 7: Monster That Dwells Within:

She didn't quite know what to expect when she made it back to base. It had never crossed her mind that maybe the problem wasn't Wesker at all; maybe the problem had always been with her. After all she had been near death and stuck in cryogenic stasis for several years and had no memory of her life before waking up in an cold white empty room with only Wesker greeting her.

She knew one thing for certain, that she had been a normal human girl when she left the world and had returned to it far superior to anything or anyone else. But she didn't suspect that at one point she was the monster killing everything in sight and had to be 'put down.'

Wesker had greeted her coldly upon her return and she instantly knew that he was aware of her actions back at the building when she pulled the commander out of the killing blow. The devilish smile that graced Excella's face as she walked past spoke everything to her and she hated the woman even more than she had already thought possible. Unfortunately she wasn't allowed any time to even contemplate ending the insignificant woman's life because Wesker had ushered her into his office and slammed the door shut behind them.

Claire followed his every movement with her eyes without moving her body in the slightest. He remained silent and briskly reached his desk and turned his monitor around to face and tapped a few keys so the video clip can begin playing. She doesn't need to see the evidence thrown in her face but she watches it silently as it's what Wesker wants. She can tell by the way he stands that his muscles are tense and that he is assessing her reactions but she won't give him any indication as to what she is thinking for that was one of the first things she mastered from him.

The video stops playing when it shows her diving out the window and the screen goes black. She knows he his displeased with her yet she can't tell by how much and she can't find a way to explain her actions and nor is she certain she wants to. Claire knows she is loyal to this man on the other side of the desk but she has no inkling as to what he wants to hear. She isn't afraid of him when the rest of them are, she knows she is strong and can take anything that he throws at her, even if that was to himself.

Wesker is surprised that she hasn't moved since he began to play the video back to her but he never lets it show because that would be a weakness and he doesn't have any. Her stillness is unsettling because all he's ever really known is a Claire of action, back when she was alive she was confident and not afraid to speak her mind or defend herself and those around her. However that Claire died and now another one stands before him, one he helped sculpt if only barely.

What no one knows is that the Claire that faces him solidly silently is not one of his doing. He merely took her body for study on the unique virus she carried, and in doing so she melded with it and made it her own. So he placed her in cryogenic stasis and in her own time she slowly brought herself back to life.

Finally her eyes stop staring at the blank screen and rest on him but for the life of him he can't decipher that look in her eyes. He who knows this version of Claire the best knows nothing of her right in this instance. She still has yet to move other than her eyes and it seems that she has no indication to do anything other than stare at him.

He doesn't like this one bit, for she is making him speak first, forcing him to expose his next move when he doesn't know hers. So he decides right there and then to show her more of the truth about herself. All he can do now is make her question herself so she will no longer question him and hope to hell it works because she will make his plans succeed or break them and he can't allow her to have that power over him any longer.

So he takes and few more keys and the monitor clicker back to life and begins to play footage that were taken a couple of years back. She says nothing and merely places her eyes on the screen waiting for whatever it will display.

This time however she is not prepared for it showed and her doubts are realised all at once.

It shows the room in which she awakened, but this was recorded while she still slept. The white empty room only contains her in her tank and at first she wonders what is the point of showing her dead to the world when finally something unexpected happens. Bright red lights start flashing and an alarm rings alert and the glass to her tank starts cracking, guards and scientists rush in both excited and terrified with guns at the ready.

The glass shatters everywhere and the men shield themselves while a sleepy Claire slumps out of the tank. She doesn't move and the minutes roll by when one of the scientists cautiously approaches her and places a hand on her neck to check for a pulse. He merely shakes his head and starts to get up again when in a flash her hands grip his arm tightly and he cries out. The guards click their safety off and shout warnings out to her but she remains motionless.

Then as if in slow motion, her head slowly rises up to met their gazes, eyes burning red so intently that the men al gasp and the scientists that she holds in her grasp starts to shake in terror. But before any of them can react she has already moved. In mere seconds she has broken the scientists arm and dislocated his shoulder before throwing him the guards. Then lunging after him she uses her new found strength to massacre everyone in the room.

Screams fill the room and drowns out the shouts coming over the speakers. When the last man is dead, Wesker bursts into the room and stops in his tracks when he sees the death and destruction she has caused. Claire slowly turns around to face him, her body coated in blood, the intent to kill clearly showing through her eyes. She launches at him and he is unprepared by her strength but he manages to throw her back hard enough that she collides with the stasis tank.

Claire shakes her head to stop the world spinning and dashes towards him again and pins him to the ground. She is snarling and trying to claw at his face but he has her wrists in his grip and rolls them over so he is on top off her and fully in control. He wastes no time in smashing her head into the hard floor countless times before blood flows from the back of her skull and she stops fighting him and returns to the void. He unravels himself from her and carefully picks her up as if she was a child and holds her tenderly cradled against is chest and carries her away out of the room.

Again the screen grows dark and she instantly snaps her gaze to meet his. She doesn't know what this means other than that he spared her when she was clearly the same if not worse than the monster that eviscerated delta team. "I don't understand." She eventually says and she can't find any logic to his actions in the video.

He doesn't answer her and simply moves round the desk to stand before her, takes her hands and pulls her toward him so she has no choice but to face him. She is completely under his thrall and he loves it beyond comprehension beyond reason but it doesn't matter. Wesker still remains silent as he removes his shades and places them on the desk so she can see into his equally crimson eyes.

Claire is mesmerised and afraid but not for her life, but not sure what else she could feel fear for. She senses his intentions and she doesn't know where this is coming from but she doesn't want to deny it or more appropriate to say she doesn't want to deny him because she has felt this since she was reborn into this world.

"We are all born monsters Claire. But is how we evolve and strive forward that makes us Gods." He wastes no time in crashing his hard lips to her soft supple ones and craves more of her as they tackle each other and vie for dominance but he won't let her win and so harshly bits her bottom lip so she gasps and he dives his tongue straight into the hot crevasse of her mouth.

She doesn't know how any of this led to this and for the life of her she simply doesn't care.

Wesker swirls them around and violently pushes her against his desk and presses himself against her, one hand gripping the back of her head preventing her escape not that she seems to want to while his other hand is secured around her waist. Her hands clench the back of his tight suit hard that they threaten to rip the fabric clean off him, but he doesn't care because he plunges his tongue deeper still and she moans into him and it sends him off the deep end.

With her as his queen, his goddess, he has simply just won.