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OK, Chapter 9! Took me rather long. Enjoy!!! Ranting in the end.


Wesker tapped the molding wooden planks with his gloved fingers in annoyance. The chopper was late.

The Redfield girl next to him had fallen asleep.` Her body must be exhausted after all that fighting back in the installation´.Wesker thought. He gave a small smirk and fixed a lock of Claire´s hair behind her ear. "Such a fragile body" he whispered softly. As if she had heard his words, Claire stirred in her sleep.

Wesker studied Claire´s body closely with his burning golden eyes. While she slept he had few times check if she had pulse at all, she was so peaceful. It was almost as if an angel was sleeping next to him.

He wondered what she dreamed about, family, friends?

But of one thing he was sure, her dreams were totally different from the ones he had.

Wesker´s quess was right. In her sleep, Claire dreamed about warm things, not about power or authority. She dreamed about happier times. Times when everything had been right, when her parents were alive and she and Chris had a warm secure life.

She dreamed about a small green tent, deep in the woods. It was stormy night outside but she and Chris were inside the tiny tent. She had never been so scared, the storm raged outside, as if screaming at her for being such a crybaby.

Chris looked confused as his little sister cried, not sure how to talk to her.

"Chris I'm scared!" Claire sobbed as the rain whipped the tent remorselessly. Her brother smiled in a comforting way "Come on sis, its only a small thunderstorm!" he said.

Claire tried to wipe her tears away but they kept coming.

Chris sighed. "You going to run back to home and show mom and dad how much of a baby you still are?" He teased.

Now Claire started to get angry, and the anger helped to cease the crying. "I'm not a baby!"

Chris grinned "Then you can spend night in the tent without being scared, its just a small storm outside and its already getting weaker."

"Will you promise to stay with me the night?" Claire asked with hope in her voice, she had supposed to spend the night alone in there. Chris grinned "promise!"

Claire sulked a bit.

Her brother laughed "OK, Redfield promise!"

Claire smiled determined "Ill show mom and dad that I'm not a crybaby! Ill show everyone!"

Everyone…..

Wesker sent couple of messages with his phone, new orders to his underlings, who were scattered and confused, they had no idea what to do. If one base explodes into bits, they assume that everything is over, and start to run around and crash into each other. Pitiful, and they call those things zombies…..

New orders, new directions, plans, targets…..

Then suddenly he felt something heavy and warm on his shoulder, and turned his head enough to see what it was. Claire in her slumber had rested her head on Wesker´s hard shoulder.

Wesker frowned a bit and was about to fix her position, but when Claire snuggled a bit so get closer to the source of warmth, he put his hand down and let her remain as she did.

When Wesker saw how a single tear rolled down her cheek, and wiped it away softly.

"Chris…." Claire whispered, so quietly, that normal person could not been able to hear it. But Wesker was no ordinary man.

Wesker´s eyes got darker, the mere mention of his rival made him burst into cold controlled rage.

As he was about to wake her up rather roughly, he heard a faint chopper sound, and let it be.

As the sound got louder, Claire started to wake from her slumber.

She slowly opened her blue eyes and was unaware that she was leaning against her brothers archenemy.

"Slept well?" Asked an amused voice.

Suddenly she realized that she was leaning against Wesker. She yanked her body straight, cutting every connection between their bodies.

Wesker noted the red colour rising on Claire´s cheeks. "Considering the circumstances yes." She answered.

Wesker studied the blushing girl. She was so intriguing. It was time to pull some strings in this puppet show, maybe he could learn something useful.

"Dreamed about your dear brother Chris?" He asked trying to hide his malicious tone, but in vain.

Claire gave him an ice shattering glare "So what if I did? Its perfectly reasonable."

"It almost looks like you two are more than just sibling since you seem to dream of him as well." A mocking answer came, and that made Claire see red.

She aimed a hard knuckle punch towards Wesker´s face but the man grabbed her fist in good time before it hit him.

"What do you know about love!? You only care about yourself!! Other peoples suffering doens´t mean anything to you!! You are the only person who deserves to die in this game of yours!"She screamed, and after the last words came out of her mouth, the chopper flew straight over them. Claire remained silent. Soon the chopper sound started to fade.

Wesker didn't let go of Claire´s slender hand, but caressed it with his gloved one

"No need for violence dear heart. We will have time for it later." He said with small smile playing on his lips.

Claire held back the shudder and yanked her hand free.

The drop off delivery had arrived. Claire guessed that it was a car, a simple, easy, and undetectable way to move without raising much attention.

Wesker rose up and lifted Claire up as well.

"Can you walk Dear heart?" He asked. Claire gave him a long despising glare and tried to take few steps. She let a yelp when her leg failed to support her weight and the burning pain hit her leg

She lost her balance and was about to fall, but Wesker gracefully snatched her into his hold, supporting her.

The out dated health-spray hadn't fixed the bone…..

She winced in pain "No, it hurts too much."

"Hmmmm, looks like I have to carry you." the man stated.

Claire sneered "I rather rot here"

´Witty girl´ The man thought. Wesker´s eyes were clearly showing his emotion, he was amused. "Surely my touch cant be that displeasing"

Before Claire had time to answer, Wesker had taken a firm grip of her body and lifted her on his arms. And soon they were on the way to the drop off delivery.

Claire could hear the wind blowing in her ears, as Wesker ran in his top speed through the woods. Every second Claire feared that her head would hit a tree trunk or something.

The wind was hurting her eyes. She shut them and unintentionally put her arms around Wesker´s neck to feel more secure.

She pressed herself closer to the warm fabric. Wesker had left the black ruined jacket to the shack and had now only his turtleneck shirt. Claire mentally noted how solid Wesker´s body was.

Finally they reached the destination. Wesker let Claire down and she tried not to put too much weight on her wounded leg.

Claire saw a black coloured car in front of her, it was black, neat and …..well it was truly Wesker´s style. It was landed in the middle of the road.

Wesker opened the back door and checked it. Claire saw a semi-automatic sniper rifle, same mark as the one Leon had used when he fought against Las Plagas. There was also many magazines of bullets and a magnum, although she wasn't sure about the mark.

Wesker shut the door and opened the door to front seat. "Get in." He ordered and held his hand up, offering it to support her. Claire hesitated but accepted it, limping towards the car and got in.

It was getting darker even though it was night. Claire looked up to the sky through the window and saw how heavy rain clouds started to eat the moon, casting it behind the black clouds.

A moment later she heard a door open and closed.

Wesker started the engine. And Claire closed her eyes.

The car made its way through the woods. Claire kept her eyes closed. It had started to rain and the raindrops were hitting the class softly. She loved the rain it was so relaxing. They drove in silence, neither of them wanted to start a conversation. What they would even talk about? Guns? Zombies? Claire almost snorted. They didnt have conversations. Wesker only mocked or threatened her and she tried her best to defend her opinions. Of course, sometimes she would ask some question and then they would again be in the first situation or mocking and defending.

After 30 minutes, the silence got too much on CLaire´s nerves, she had too much time to think about their recent conversations.

" Where are we going?" She asked with soft voice.

She opened her eyes and turned to face Wesker, who was barely paying any attention to her.

"Well Dear heart, I'm going to take you to meet a trusted employee of mine. He will take care of you for a while. I have to….take care of some business." Wesker answered to her question.

Claire gave Wesker a rather playful smile "you don't trust anyone"

Wesker snorted and kept his gaze on the road.

Since Claire saw that she would not be able to get any other response from the man sitting next to her, she turned her attention to the window. The rain was getting stronger. It somehow made Claire happy,in some way it sounded like music, bringing up many memories.

She and Chris used to play outside when it rained, which ensured angry parents and hot bath.

The silence kept going between the two for long time.

Wesker gave a quick glance to the woman who just sat there in silence, staring through the window with faint smile on her lips.

He couldn't help but be curious about the young Redfield girl. Her strength was admirable, not the physical but the mental one. She kept going no matter what. He was amused by the thought how the girl had been pulled into this game only because she had been in wrong place in wrong time, and for being Chris´ sister of course.

Her life was complete mess, if she ever had time to sit down for a while and think, she would realize it.

She had quit her schools, and had to education to any profession, and she was being chased by the Umbrella corporation….well his corporation to be hones. Her life had been destroyed by the second she stepped into Raccoon city.

If he killed Chris, what would she have left? It seemed as if her whole life was built around her brother. But what would he do with her? Use as a bait to lure Chris and kill him, that for sure yes, but what then? Kill her? Torture and then kill? Or perhaps he could use her as a test subject?

Or perhaps….he could let her go, just like that. Let her try to pick up the shards of her broken life. And if she decided to hunt him down for revenge…well, that would be interesting too.

Claire was surprised when Wesker suddenly asked "Claire, tell me, how do you see your future?

The Redfield girl, who had been buried in her thoughts turned her attention swiftly to him.

Her eyes were wary "If you want to torment me by pointing out the facts how messed up my life is because of you and Umbrella, I wont play your game."

Their eyes met, now so cold orange met blazing blue eyes. ´So….she does realize it´

He answered "I'm curious dear heart, as I can see, you realize how hopeless your life is."

Claire didn't say anything.

"My future?" she finally whispered. "I probably keep running for the rest of my life until I'm dead or have hidden my existence well enough so that no one can find me."

Claire noted a hint of grin on Wesker´s lips and turned her attention back to the window, not willing to talk anymore "Though….now my running seems to be over only because of fate is a bitch…." She muttered referring to the train incident.

She couldn't help but add "But if I somehow got away…I would travel around with Chris."

"Clinging on to your saint brother?"

The words cut her mind like cold steel knives. She hated those words, that voice, that smug evil tone, which made them sound ten times worse.

"I'm not clinging on to him!" she yelled in anger and was about to yell some more, but when she noticed that arrogant look on Wesker´s face, barely readable, she kept her mouth closed.

Once again the man was pulling her strings. She was nothing more than a puppet.

"Your sibling relationship is almost saint like." He said in smug tone.

Claire didn't pay attention to the man.

"As I said earlier today, you don't know anything about love, you are too rotten inside to do that." She said, trying to hide anger in her voice.

But Wesker noted something else as well….a hint of pity?

"Except for yourself perhaps" She just had to add.

Wesker couldn't help but snort out loud.

For a moment, Claire wondered what her life would be like, if the mansion incident had not happened, or if Chris had stayed in air forces and not joined S.T.A.R.S.

Now, for once, she started to think about her life bit more, and dream how it would have been so much better without all these horrible events that had pulled her to this never ending cycle of action and horror.

Almost if not being aware, she started to talk. "If the Racoon city incident had never occurred or Chris had stayed in air forces….." Her voice quiet down.

"Go on" Wesker responded, his voice almost curious.

Claire smiled sadly, such a fool she was, talking about her dreams to her worst enemy.

"I would have gotten myself married, have few kids, and a job as….well something with people around."

"Such high standards" Wesker replied amused. Claire fixed a lock of hair behind her ear. She truly was a fool.

She turned her attention back to Wesker her eyes almost warm "Not everyone cares about power or wealth, or authority. You value them too much Wesker. For me….a house, job, children… are much more important things. There would be nothing more pleasant than have a person every evening saying "Good nigh " and every morning "Good morning" to you…." She stated sadly and let out a small sad ironic laugh.

"those dreams are now of course buried."

"Reality is cold, dear heart "Wesker noted.

"Most cruel indeed, but at least I have friends, something that you don't have." She replied viciously.

`Arrogant woman…´

Wesker´s expression was now stone cold. "You are fool miss Redfield, friends are just an illusions. Eventually you find yourself alone in the world. "

"If you believe that, then I pity you. Its warm to think that someone will be sad when I die. I'm pretty sure no one will mourn when you die Wesker, actually I think it will be contrary, everyone will dance on your grave, if you happen to get one."

Blond man snorted "No one probably will, but they'll be sorry. Friends might remember you, but when their life ends as well, no one will be left to remember you. I….I will make sure everyone will remember me….and that they will never, ever forget me. I will soon leave my ever lasting mark on this world." Wesker said darkly, his eyes glowing slightly.

He turned his gaze to Claire "And perhaps you shall be there to witness it, if I cant find any use for you sooner." He promised

Claire couldn't help but be astonished by Wesker´s word. ´that was sudden….´ she thought. She wasn't sure what Wesker meant by those words, but it surely didn't promise any good. Claire grew more worried about her part in this play. It almost seemed to be that Wesker had not decided what he would do with her. That, might come handy at some point.

Only now did Claire notice that they had arrived into city. There wasn't much traffic, after all, car´s clock told that it was 3 am.

After a while, they seemed to drive deeper into industrial part of the city. There were some big halls and warehouses, which were old and rust covered them.

Soon Wesker parked the car in front of one warehouse and opened the door. Claire opened her door as well and as she was about the get up, Wesker appeared in front of her and helped her up. She wondered if there was any possibility to escape, the ware area was turly a maze, but one single painful step reminded her that she would not be going anywhere.

Claire noticed how warm the black leather felt against her cold hand, how soft and gentle Wesker´s touch was.

`Get a grip Claire! ´ She reminded herself. ´That man can snap your neck with one hand. ´

Claire hated herself right now, since she wouldn't be able to walk if Wesker wasn't supporting her. Through the fabric of the turtleneck shirt, she could feel Wesker´s stone hard muscles.

They walked over to big metal door and Wesker pulled the metal walled warehouse was dark, with only few poor sources of light.

Claire saw 2 men. One was a nervous looking scrawny man in white lab coat

The other person in there was dressed in black combat suit, holding a TMP in his hands. Claire could not see his face, since the man wore gas mask with red lenses.

They turned their attention to Wesker and Claire, who was still leaning on Wesker, her arm snaked round his arm.

"Took you a bloody long time….." The gasmasked man said standing up.

The researcher stood up as well and started right away demand answers angrily. "Wesker!? What is the meaning of this?! Why was I brought here?!" But Wesker didn't pay any attention to him.

"Hunk, I trust you had no problems" He said to the man with the TMP.

"None" came reply.

"Good" Wesker said and finally turned his attention to the pitiful man "Now, Dr. Szein, I would like to hear your explanation."

"Wha…what?" The balding middle aged man asked.

"Why, your name was on contact papers that belonged to a group of unfortunate mercenaries, stealing all the research data in the nearby installation." Wesker said, his voice pure ice.

Claire took a note of how the man started to sweat.

"I….I don't know what you are talking about." Came answer.

Wesker, who had still had no sunglasses on, seemed to lose all interest in this matter and pulled out his silenced pistol. "I don't have time for this, your name was proof enough, now you shall become example for those who have similar ideas in mind."

"WAIT DON'T.....!!!!" the man yelled, but was cut out when Wesker pulled the trigger 2 times.

Claire stared in horror when silenced pistol fired, it´s quiet yet deadly sound echoed in the hall and the man hit the cold concrete ground, with 2 red holes in his head.

Claire felt nauseous, a pool of blood started to form underneath the dead man.

Wesker had killed the man. She slapped herself mentally `He is a murderer, Claire, how could you forget that!?´

Claire eyed the Hunk man carefully, he held customised TMP rifle and looked really intimidating in the black combat suit.

Wesker put the gun back to its holder. He looked down to Claire, who was standing on his right side.

The Redfield girl could feel his burning gaze on her and looked up.

"Dear heart, I'm going to leave you into Hunk´s custody for now, I cant take you with me this time, as capable as you are, I cant endanger your safety." He said softly.

`yeah, right....you don't want me to escape if you happen to run into Chris and others´

"And don't worry, with luck your brother wont show up."

Claire couldn't help but be bit shocked, killing zombies was hard enough for her, they were once humans, but even if they looked like ones, they weren't. Wesker, he had killed a defenceless man, with no emotion at all, just because he had done some bad choices. She wondered if the man had had a family? A son or daughter? This reminded her of Steve, his father, was probably been similar in many ways to the man Wesker had killed.

As she stared into Wesker´s eyes, she couldn't help but think

´Eyes of a murderer´


Hey, I know I have been really lazy with this fic, but I finally bought the Code Veronica X, and it kicked me to continue writing this fic"watches the scene with Wesker and Claire fighting on the island" Ouch..... I'm stuck in that game right now....

I was wondering if anyone has any, well, wishes for this story? Should I keep Wesker evil bastard who pushes Claire around and torments her? I'm really happy about your reviews and they have helped me to improve lot "bows". Next chap. Showdown between Chris and Wesker!! And Hunk and Claire get to know each other :D

By the way, Im going to totally ignore Resident Evil 5, since I dont have any game platform to play it on, I dont have it :(