Disclaimer: I do not own RE.

Title: Risk

Wesker threw a lamp across the room in his painful fury. Claire tried to calm him down but to no avail.

He had tested a new dose of the renewed T-Virus on himself, using his own blood as a test subject. Just as he thought, it would take a toll on his physical health.

He went on a rampage out of pure fury and pain. He had already killed three mercenaries and a lab orderly.

Poor souls.

"Wesker!" Claire yelled at him as he kicked a lounge chair into the nearest wall, shattering it. "Clam down right now!"

He was hunched over, his breathing was heavy and labored, he had blood spattered across his face from the kills he had just made and his fingers were curled up in a claw-like fashion. He had his back turned to her, and then slowly turned his head, just his head, to face her.

He gave her a smirk, blood smeared across his face, eyes glowing furiously. In an instant, he was in front of Claire, grabbing onto her throat and lifting her into the air effortlessly. She gripped his wrist, trying to pry him off while she choked.

He chuckled darkly, clearly out of him goddamn mind.

Claire used all of her remaining strength to swing all of her body weight into Wesker in one mighty kick; he released her and stumbled back, but was tackling her a second later.

He had her pinned; trapping her thighs with his legs and had his hands around her neck again.

Claire didn't notice, but her hands were free this time and her mind reeled.

"Wesker…" Claire choked out. "That's all… there is…"

She then brought her hand up, slapping him clean across his face, the sound of skin on skin echoed throughout the destroyed room.

"Claire…" He shook his head slightly, running his arm over his blood stained face, holding it back to look at the gore smeared on his tan skin, blinking stupidly like he had no recollection of what had just occurred. He gazed at her sadly, and then looked at the position he had her trapped in. He removed himself and sat next to her, rubbing his hands like he was nervous.

"I didn't hurt you… did I?" He asked quietly.

Claire sat up and ran her fingers down his arm. "No, you just started to scare the hell outta me that's all." She laughed a bit, and then noticed that he had no expression on his face.

He turned to face her and bore his crimson eyes into her oceanic blue ones.

"You risk your own life to stay here with me," He told her.

"I know."

Claire cupped his face in her hands and brought his face to hers. She felt hot and wet water on him and pulled her face away to rub away the one tear that made its way from Albert Wesker's rubicund eye.

A/N: Aw! I always love having Wesker flip a lid and I also love having him shed a tear, JUST ONE is good enough for me!